It's October 17, 1956, in the Abadere Mountains of Kenya. A young British soldier

claws his way through dense forest, sweat dripping from his brow. Every step is hard, slow work. The trees

play tricks on the eyes. Every flicker of movement in the shadows looks like the enemy, but the

soldier is right to be on guard. Kenya has been a British colony for almost seven decades,

but four years ago, an insurgent group known as the Mao Mao rose in rebellion, demanding

independence.

The British response has been brutal, crushing the uprising and driving the rebels into Kenya's

Central Highlands.

This young soldier has been sent here to hunt down the final few members of the resistance,

but earlier today his detachment was caught in a chaotic ambush. In the

confusion, he lost his weapon and was cut off from his comrades. Now he's all alone, following muddy

tracks deeper into the forest, unable to tell whether they belong to friend or foe. Suddenly, he hears

movement ahead and drops to the ground.

Through a screen of thick green bamboo, he watches a figure emerge from the forest,

a man wearing a leopard-skin jacket.

The soldier's pulse spikes as he recognizes him.

It's the rebel leader himself dead in Kimathi.

The soldier watches as Kimathi climbs up a steep, muddy slope. It could be the soldier's chance to capture Kenya's most infamous outlaw,

but he's lost his gun. He only has a knife. Confronting Kimathi alone is a huge risk.

Still, the soldier thinks it's his duty, so he steals himself and creeps forward.

He pulls himself up the same slope through tangles of vines and thorns.

But when he reaches the top, Kimathi is waiting for him, and he's holding a pistol.

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