White Lion Page #3

He knew he could not stall

for much longer.

He seems to be giving your man

a bit of a runaround.

My guess is, he's nomadic.

He's covering new ground,

looking for a pride

to challenge for.

What's your man's name again?

Gisani.

Gisani?

Gisani.

Yes, sir.

This rifle

needs a good clean.

Yes, sir.

And oil it properly.

Yes, sir.

We'll get him tomorrow.

That, I guarantee.

Tomorrow.

Tomorrow I kill a white lion.

Like two massive forces

of nature,

the lions

were on a collision course,

each step

bringing them closer

to what would surely be

a fight to the death.

Let's walk.

Finally.

There are two of them.

We must wait!

I'm not waiting.

There is my lion.

Hold your fire, Nicalski.

I can easily get him

from here.

I said hold your fire!

Got him.

Nicalski, there's another lion

out there!

I missed him.

But how?

This hunt is over.

The sights.

My rifle has been sabotaged.

This is an outrage!

He cleaned my rifle

last night.

He must have tampered

with my sights.

That is impossible.

The white lion must live.

Get out of my way.

If you must shoot it,

you have to shoot me first.

Richards, control your man.

There will be

no more killing today.

Richards.

It's over.

You have not heard

the last of this.

Let's go home.

You're Gisani,

aren't you?

Hmm, I see someone

has been paying attention.

Yes, my dear,

I am the one

they call Gisani.

I am a Shangaan

and the one entrusted

by my father

to protect the white lion,

Letsatsi.

And in doing so,

I try to ensure the peace

and prosperity of my people

for many, many years to come.

I also helped establish this,

a wildlife sanctuary.

And as for Letsatsi,

he ruled over

the most powerful pride

in the whole of the valley.

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