She called the rangers the moment she reached her porch. Her voice shook only once. They arrived within the hour, two trucks, four men, radios crackling. Catherine stood in the doorway as they fanned out toward the forest, recounting what she’d seen: the cage, the camp, the leopard, the man.
The rangers exchanged uneasy looks. “We’ve had reports of poachers near the southern fence for a while,” one of them said. “It seems you walked right into one of their camps.” Catherine’s stomach tightened. “Did you find them?”