on the side of the road as they had returned to town a few minutes ago.  “And he can help?”

“Nobody knows the Amatola like he does.” Mabitsela said.  “If there is an easier route to where you want to go, he will know about it.” 

“How do we find him?” Amanda asked.

“His name is Cheese.  Ask for him as you enter the settlement.  Everybody knows him.”

“Cheese?” 

“Yes.” The constable laughed.  “Short for Chizama.  In the meantime I will get hold of search and rescue in East London for you.”

They gave him the directions to the point where they assumed the bus had jumped the barrier, and the young Constable took notes.

“Thank you so much.” Amanda said...

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