H.H. Roosevelt, the best guide in Africa - twenty years of setting a sporadic number of people from all walks of life on trophy game.  They all just had one thing in common - they only came to Africa for the kill, to have "blood on their hands".  Something that Roosevelt had grown loathe...to even despise.

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Enter an anomaly...a once in a lifetime occurrence in Africa, something even Roosevelt must admit has him baffled.  The old guard in him rises up and for just a few days more he will delay his return for arriving clients - this, is something he cannot ignore.

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Things are not as they seem...not this Africa that Roosevelt has known and appreciated for so many years - appreciated, that was the word.  Roosevelt in the very least just wanted everyone to appreciate where he grew up...but his soul longs for more than that, and the ghosts of Africa are closing in.