Against his better judgment, Jackson eased the vehicle forward. The hyenas parted just enough to create a narrow path, then regrouped tightly behind him, like an escort.
For nearly ten minutes, the convoy of man and beast moved deeper into the bush. Dust kicked up around the tires. Thorny trees clawed at the sides of the jeep. Every so often, a hyena would look back, almost as if checking that they were still being followed.
Then the brush thinned, and Jackson spotted something tangled at the base of a tree just ahead.