Robert Jenkins awoke lying on the ground.

  He stood up bare-naked and shivering.

  Galloping footsteps came toward him, accompanied by a loud guttural snarling.

  Fleeing through the jungle, he scraped and cut his bare flesh.

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  It got closer and closer …

  He leaped into a bush, silently breathing through his nose.

  Twigs snapped, and leaves rustled …

  Robert's body shook uncontrollably.

  He peeked through the bush, seeing a rifle with a scope — a shot fired.

  "Your first session is complete, Mr. Jenkins."

  "They'll get more intense?"

  "For sure, sir. You're convicted on multiple counts. Poaching carries a very steep penalty."