A Rhodesian crime story. The man staggered down the empty street, the hot sun beating down on his back, which had been laid bare by the struggles he had returning from the veld. He slowly dragged his aching body to the bar, and with great strain, he pushed the doors open and fell on the floor. The patrons, at this early hour, there were not many looked on in amazement. First to speak was bartender Piet Canella, "Lord forgive us, I never thought to see the day when you returned Malik," he said as he studied the figure on the floor, "We thought you were dead in the veld. You realize you being in town, will come to the notice of Chris Malcolm." Malik Johanssen replied, "Believe me, Piet, I am the least of his concerns. I heard some bad news on the radio at Welkom station before I set off for here. I know you didn't like me, but can I have a drink of water at least, Piet, the sun is baking, and it's hours since I had a drink." Piet t...
