No Control Over Nature
Yet, the forest remained unrelenting, and on both occasions, James had nearly met his end. He had been forced to abandon his search within a matter of hours on both attempts. Just three weeks before the loan’s due date, he was more anxious than ever before.
To find red ginseng without being detected by tourists or rangers, James crouched in a hollow, clad in his old army uniform, holding his breath. Peering through binoculars, he scrutinized the surroundings.