Macomber (step) out of the curved opening at the side of the front seat, onto the step and down onto the ground. The lion still (stand) looking majestically and coolly toward this object that his eyes only (show) in silhouette, bulking like some super-rhino. There (be) no man smell carried toward him and he (watch) the object, moving his great head a little from side to side. Then watching the object, not afraid, but hesitating before going down the bank to drink with such a thing opposite him, he (see) a man figure detach itself from it and he (turn) his heavy head and (swing) away toward the cover of the trees as he (hear) a cracking crash and (feel) the slam of a. 30-06 220-grain solid bullet that (bite) his flank and (rip) in sudden hot scalding nausea through his stomach. He (trot), heavy, big-footed, swinging wounded full-bellied, through the trees toward the tall grass and cover, and the crash (come) again to go past him ripping the air apart. Then it (crash) again and he (feel) the blow as it (hit) his lower ribs and (rip) on through, blood sudden hot and frothy in his mouth, and he (gallop) toward the high grass where he (can) crouch and not be seen and make them bring the crashing thing close enough so he (can) make a rush and get the man that (hold) it.