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Chapter I Lugar “Tell me, Mr. Ames, have you ever actually heard a lion roar,” the hunter asked, eyeing his client from beneath the three-inch-wide brim of his tan, Filson Bush Hat. He leaned back in his green leather camp chair and put his hands behind his head, waiting for the answer.             “Please, Mr. …

I was somewhere between my ninth and tenth birthdays and I was a happy child. I came from a solid blue-collar home, my parents loved me, I had a great brother, six years my senior, who was my mentor and my protector. Our modest home was tucked into a horseshoe corner of Flushing, New York …

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