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Dusk was just beginning to seep into the jungles of the central province of Madhya Pradesh, a dusk that arrives like a sneak thief, and vanishes before you are aware of it. Then night comes down as if someone had yanked a cur- tain. The brazen cat was a leopard that had already en- tered the village of Bori and killed a calf tethered just out- side its owner's hut.
It had dragged the calf away, hidden it, and now was back to lord it over the unarmed villagers. Its assured, graceful stroll was a frightening thing to watch. We were patrolling the perimeter of the village be- cause the natives were terrified of the animal that seemed to have no fear of man, and Rao was afraid that the leop- ard might happen across one of the villagers. Then we would have real tragedy on our hands. Rao just pointed Ms finger at Mary Lou. She looked steadily at him for a moment, slid across me, got out of the jeep and, with shooting vision already beginning to reach its dim and dangerous stage, she cheeked the rifle, carefully following the walking leopard.
