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The warrior arched his body, readying to sling his spear at my chest

I thought of the spears of Ajax and Hector, points cleaving brains, skewering bone into bladder

28 March 2015

9:00 AM

28 March 2015

9:00 AM

 Laikipia

With a shriek, the warrior arched his body, readying to sling his spear at my chest. The tear-dropped javelin point flashed in the sun. In the heat, dust swirled up from the hooves of the young blood’s cattle invading my farm. In his hand, the seven-foot shaft lance quivered, ready, poised for release — and then he yelled again.

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