Chapter 5Murphy
Andamooka turned out to be the opposite of the tiny outback dust bowl Murphy had been expecting. Sure, the greenery lacked an abundance of color and mass as they passed the houses sitting on the outskirts of town, but faded green lawn covered most yards, each one housing a dog or two lazing underneath whatever shade they could find. A handful followed the car with their gazes, the heat keeping even these energetic animals laid low. Weatherboard houses, freshly painted and well maintained, dotted the main road into town. He’d yet to spot one of the human residents of the town, but fancied he’d seen a few curtains shifting in the windows as they passed.
Murphy knew nothing of living in a small town. Traditional wisdom held they were a breeding ground of curiosity and nosine
