' I've just switched off the engine, killing the lights, when someone's banging on the car roof. A rangy young man in ragged shorts and t-shirt appears beside me, brandishing a bush-knife and wrenching at the locked door, his mouth open in a fury of yelling. In front, a boy about sixteen holds a rock as big as his head, poised to plunge it through the windshield. The lamp on my cabin's front porch - so near yet so far - backlights a third youth squinting through the passenger window's dark glass. He has a gun...' (Publication abstract)