“I was thinking, the tribe that’s been following us in the jungle would probably appreciate those drawings of their world, if you could part with them. Like a goodwill gesture, a gift. No one’s done that here before.”
She peered uncertainly into the depths of the jungle. He waited, idly strumming a haunting melody she’d never heard before.
“I’ve signed and dated the drawings. What if an enemy finds one?”
“The guerillas on all sides mostly leave the indigenous villages and people groups alone.”
She bit her lip, considering. Then she carefully tore out the most recent drawings while the Jaguar pulled the guitar over his head and leaned it against the log. He asked a guard about borrowing his night vision goggles and took her hand to lead her yards deeper into the jungle.
They found an enormous stump of an ancient fallen tree, and she laid the stack of papers there. He blinked at the one on top. It wasn’t one she’d shown them. The drawing was a roadside view of a rough homemade sign which proclaimed, “Jesus Saves.” At the bottom of the page, she’d written the Spanish words for “shine, and pass it on.”
“I know this sign.”
“Yes. And when I passed it on the road a few days ago, I thought of you.”
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