Kruger had seen many men at the last stage of their existence as life slowly receded from their body. Tiger had reached that stage. He knew he had reached the point of no return. Getting him to the nearest hospital was too late now. More importantly, with their inability to tell where whoever shot him was hiding, trying to get to him would be suicidal.
“Tiger, it is okay! God will forgive you all your sins! We will find the one who killed you. Good-bye!” Kruger said. Then raising his rifle, he aimed at Tiger and pulled the trigger. About nine bullets riddled the body of Tiger. Less than five