Published by The Canada Tibet Committee. But the force itself faces extinction. Hundreds of Tibetan antelopes, many of them pregnant, gallop toward the deathtrap.
Dust turns pink.
The poachers drive off. A skinned antelope wakes up dripping blood, scurries a few steps, collapses. Baby antelopes cling to life, nursing on the cold breasts of mothers killed for their fur. This is the ritual that fuels the lucrative trade in shahtoosh shawls and scarves sold illegally in the West. This is the memory that turns a ragtag army of husky Tibetan men into weeping storytellers.