Tarzeena- Jiggle In The Jungle -

Life in the Vaziri village was not idyllic. It was a society balanced on a knife’s edge. They were being terrorized by a rogue band of poachers led by a man named Augustus Finch, a ruthless antiquities dealer with a pockmarked face and a voice like grinding gravel. Finch wasn’t after ivory or animal pelts. He was after the Golden Idol of Kwamuntu, a legendary statuette said to be hidden in a forbidden chasm—the “Womb of the Earth”—guarded by a spirit called the Mngwa, a beast that was half-legend, half-muscular nightmare.

The first guard spotted her. His coffee mug froze halfway to his lips. He nudged his partner. The partner dropped a rifle. Tarzeena- Jiggle in the Jungle

The crash had been violent. The fuselage had torn open like a tin can, and she’d been flung clear. Her seatbelt had saved her life but had apparently sacrificed her clothing to the hungry jungle gods. She was left in a pair of sturdy, albeit shredded, canvas hiking shorts, and a beige, utilitarian bra that had seen better days—and fewer branches. Her sturdy boots were still laced, which was a minor miracle. Her pith helmet, a ridiculous affectation her ex-husband had bought her, lay a few feet away, slightly crushed. Life in the Vaziri village was not idyllic

For three days, Jen Plimpton did what she did best: she observed, catalogued, and adapted. She found a stream of clear, cold water. She identified edible, if bitter, tubers her graduate students had once nicknamed “the devil’s testicle.” She built a rough lean-to against a mossy rock face, using the principles of a textbook she’d written on West African nest-building chimpanzees. Finch wasn’t after ivory or animal pelts

Jen smiled a thin, academic smile. “Finch’s men have spent six months in a jungle without a single woman. They’re not going to shoot. They’re going to stare.”

That was the signal.

Finch and his men had already burned two outer villages. They had automatic weapons, tranquilizer darts, and no soul. The Vaziri, with their obsidian spears and their silent prayers to the sky, stood no chance.