<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(http://www.mediafire.com/convkey/132c/qanv0vlare944wbzg.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"><strong>Jaclyn Rosendahl</strong></span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">Entrepreneur<br/><em>About Jaclyn</em> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=289408.msg14241614#msg14241614)<br/> ‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾ </span></span></div></div><div class="floatright"><div align="center">(http://www.mediafire.com/convkey/cc45/8990emmy5sim49izg.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"><strong>Jekesai</strong><br/><em>Guide</em><br/> ‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾ </span></div></div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… watch Jekesai with eyes I use when assessing an important hire … she remains cool though her eyes flicker … then she smiles …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “Thank you Sir. I’ll do better next time.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… she turns to me …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “One of the features of our terrain here is that rains far away can fill riverbeds rapidly and very dangerously. Such a rain occurred north and west of here this morning before this part of the horizon was within our eyesight. We have two major rivers to cross once we strike out overland. Or rather two ravines that may be gentle streams or even empty at times and extremely at others. The word among the cattle herders here that was passed to me by the young man who will accompany us when we leave is that both are still cresting this evening and should be back to normal day after tomorrow. I presumed we would be better off here in this camp with the village close by and reasonable sanitary facilities instead of having to pitch camp in the brush until the river ebbed.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… she’s lying … I can tell … but what is lie and what is not is difficult to detect … she is very good at it too … wonder if Peter sees it? …<br/><br/>… so how to take this? … vigilance and no more probably … to turn back now would be to turn our backs on Olivia’s project … important certainly …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “Very well Jekesai. Thank you.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… turn to include Peter …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “I’m going to call it a night. Read in my tent perhaps. I should be awake as the sun is coming up if not before so feel free to call me for breakfast or anything else after that. And I wake easily if there is an emergency.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… fetch the toilet paper from the back of the truck and head for the nearby outhouse … which we wouldn’t have were we in the bush … it smells remarkably sanitary … bucket of lime nearby to aid the cleanliness … the wood seat is very well worn and scrubbed … do that part of my ritual … then back to the car where I brush my teeth … and then into the tent … close the flap … change into clean socks and leave the boots where I can reach them in the dark … get my book and tiny reading light out of my bag … arrange the mosquito netting over me and lay back to continue reading the history of St. Kitts and Nevis … some time later, I turn out the light and listen to the night noises as I fade … more tired than I expected to be after a long car ride …</em></span></span><br/><br/><div align="center">‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>The story I spin to her is mostly true and conveniently so though there are ways to cross both rivers with minimum danger by going out of our way a bit. In my tent, send the boss a message using the satellite phone. ‘Delayed one day per request. Arrive late afternoon day after tomorrow. The woman is suspicious.’ Turn the phone to receive low power and turn in with my Beretta revolver close at hand. Tomorrow we will see what these two know about sidearms and if they are both well acquainted we’ll shoot some targets out behind the hill.</em></span></span>