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All three of them nodded. Novak snapped a photo of Frank looking out over the savannah. ‘I thought you’d be carrying something bigger than that,’ he said, pointing at the 7.62 mm FN rifle the hunter carried. ‘One of these served me just fine for ten years during the bush war in Rhodesia, and in all the elephant culls I took part in. Wayne over there has a .375, and Jan’s got a .458, but they’re only in case we come across a big bull. The bulls shouldn’t be near the breeding herds this time of year, but you never know when you might run into one. A 7.62 mm round’s fine for a cow or a young one, and with a semiautomatic rifle you can put two or more shots in.’ He snapped his fingers twice to emphasise the benefits of the military-style weapon over a bolt-action hunting rifle. The truck sl

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