Aidan Hartley is a farmer, keen Shot and fisherman
Until only a few years ago, there was not a single fence between us and the distant Ethiopian frontier 300 miles north of us. It was a free and wild space, a territory for nomads, cattle rustlers and brigands.
“Stolen!” yelled Lopeyok. “Bandits!” It took a few seconds for me to understand what was happening. Lopeyok, now leaning on his (ranger) Ekuwam and other workers, roused from meat-eating on their day off, gathered with guns, spears, knives, clubs and tomahawks. Every man was wide-eyed, excited.
