When he stopped rolling, Bevan was in a small creek, the water no more than a couple of inches deep. He might have passed out from pain had he not heard Safiq screaming and the tiger roaring. Looking up the hill, he watched his friend die. Overcome with grief, pain and fear, he lay there and waited for the tiger to come finish him off.
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