Spite is too petty an emotion for a man ofyour stature. Shasa had never known his mother to bog down, not even on the worstsections of the track out to the mine. He liftedthe grenade and tried to pull the firing-pin. Speed, jong, fast as a mamba.
He rolled down the window, flipped the child acopper coin and placed the newspaper on the seat between them. He lay for almost half an hour without moving, still and intent,scanning the valley floor below, before he saw the first movementamongst the jumbled lichen-covered rocks and stunted protea bushes. Their demands, if pandered to,would render the H'ani Mine unprofitable. They all followed his example, staring up the steep rounded expanse ofgranite.
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