“God, you’re heavy,” Tezca whined as he gently planted Justin down next to the tree. While his legs felt exhausted, Tezca dragged them to the poacher’s spot, as he glanced for what she was carrying. He then noticed the metal shining among all the leaves and mud. He walked to that spot and picked up her gun. He couldn’t see her rifle anywhere, but carrying that would be too much a hindrance. Instead, he went back to the poacher and gathered up as much strength as he could to lift her unconscious–no, dead, definitely dead–body to remove her holster. He wrapped it around him, put the gun in, and walked back to Justin.