Peter had already started organizing the food on a small set of shelves that were built in to the far side of the hut. So, when do you want to start training?” I asked, going over to stand at the entrance to the hut with Bodo and Peter, who were going through our things. I rolled my eyes, turning away so she wouldn’t see it. “Hi,” she said, putting her hand on Kowi’s arm. I didn’t have a lot of patience for jealous girlfriends, especially when there was no need for it. Kowi glanced at her and said, “This is my girlfriend, Coli.” I half-expected her to pee on the guy’s leg, she was being so obviously territorial. She stopped close enough to him and stared me down hard enough that I got the picture immediately.

One of the girls from his tribe came up and stood next to him. “Just a lucky guess,” he said, winking at me. “I like you … Bodo is it? You’re from Germany, right?” I tried not to laugh at his stark honesty, but I probably shouldn’t have bothered since Kowi chuckled. “Or you can chust say he’s slower and dat’s all,” said Bodo. “Let’s just say, he’s a little slower to anger than some of the others.” “I’m glad we sent Yokci in to greet you first.” “We really appreciate you doing this for us and not shooting us full of arrows.” Once you’re ready, we’ll show you a good place to keep them out of sight and where you can come and go - it’s not the same way you came in.” “We’ll secure them where they are for now.

“Where can we put our boats?” asked Bodo. “We will come for our share when we have something to keep them in.” “You keep the grenades for now,” said Kowi. Within thirty minutes we had everything inside the chickee hut nearest the landing place of our boats. TWELVE SETS OF HANDS ADDED to our three made quick work of our boat unloading chore. One bark was all it took for me to know that he was on board with our plan too. Deal?”īuster came over and licked my exposed ankle, looking up at me with his happy doggy eyes. Anytime one of us sees anything at all that looks wrong, we talk about it, no matter what. “Let’s stay, but keep our eyes and ears open.

Kahayatle by Elle Casey