It was the second last day of Tour. Roy had just informed the bus that weather was again going to be a balmy twenty-eight point nine degrees, and that today, the band would travel from Wentworth to Donald. Donald was a small town in the middle of the dry Wimmera district of Western Victoria. The town meant very little to most of the band, but to Saffi and Tristram the country was familiar. It was very close to the town of Stawell where their grandparents lived – and where Tristram was born. In fact, Stewart and Mary MacDougall were coming to the last concert of the tour that night.
As Tristram stared at the dry, yellow country rushing by the bus window, a fearful thought crashed like a boulder into his mind.
Dinewan was not in Broken Hill because he knows that the band will be passing ba
