The elephant’s massive ears were spread out and he made piercing, excited trumpeting sounds. Bosch slowly raised his rifle. “Easy now,” he said. “I think he’s just testing us. Start to move backwards very slowly.
They stared ahead, at first only noticing a gentle movement in the trees to their left before the huge, grey monster made its appearance. Its head was held low and it moved almost mechanically like a wind-up toy. The giant horn growing from its face appeared out of place and cumbersome—an appendix that caused more harm than good. “It’s one of our white rhino,” Bosch said. “Is that the sort that is being poached?” Alice asked.