Caleb’s mind raced. Every part of him wanted to run, to scream, to fight—but there was nowhere to go. The two men paced nearby, talking about when the others would arrive. One joked about finding a forklift for the adult walrus.
The net twitched again. The trapped bull let out a deep groan and tried to roll. The poachers didn’t seem worried. They were used to this. They knew exactly how to wait things out. Caleb’s gaze drifted to the sky.