Headhunter by Bob Farmer - TrickThey were going to cut my throat. I could see it in their eyes. Savage eyes. A thousand years of primordial violence was on fire in their skulls and the paleolithic phosphorescence shone out from those eyes and danced the dance of death down here on the jungle floor. Down here in the lush dangerous geography of central Borneo in the year of our Lord, 1937. Headhunters. The sunlight, filtering green as it drifted down through the layers of tropical