The Brightest Sun. Adrienne Benson

the smell of the men, meaty and smoky. She wondered if Johnno ever smelled that way.

      “Is there any way, any way at all—” he said this gently, apologetically “—that you could be mistaken? You see,” he went on, “the Narok police have found a body. They think it may be him, but it’s too maimed to tell. Hacked with a machete the same way the poachers hack apart the elephants—face and feet and hands.”