Chapter 4
It was not a silver Mercedes which picked its way through the ruts, but a sturdy white Land Rover with a big, black cattle bar mounted on the front bumper, along with an assortment of hooks and winches. Queensland Gas & Coal was emblazoned upon the doors, and as it drew closer, I could see the 'Q' consisted of nesting circles which was the aboriginal symbol for ‘earth’ or 'hole.' Thunderlane ran out to greet his master, barking with abandon.
The dusty, tired man who stepped out of the driver’s seat bore little resemblance to the handsome stud stallion that’d begun to inhabit my dreams. His shoulders curved forward in a weary slump. He bore the stiff shuffle of a man who’d traveled a great distance after spending the morning exerting himself physically.
“Welcome home,” I said.
