The grass reached all the way to the sky.
I moved through it, a ghost, a whisper.
To my left, the stuttering swishes of the other hunters assaulted my ears and I cursed their clumsiness.
The sky was clear, hot, bright, and I wiped tiny beads of sweat away from my forehead. I parted the grasses for a better view.
There, in the distance, approaching the Djoué River . . .
“Shhh,” I said, but no one could hear me amongst the clattering of feet and murmuring of mouths. “Shhh,” I said again, muscles tensed, focused on...