“Ha, ha dear, that’s a funny one, but if we start down that path, the family history will be out of sequence. My darling girl, I want you to marry someone you love, so each day will be a delight.”
“Nan, perhaps I will be the one who meets an Argentinean cattle rancher. I was hoping you would tell me how mum and dad met, and that time before Darain and I were born.”
“Okay, just a short story and one that I remember well, which began when a small party of Myalls* unexpectedly walked out of the bush. They were in a terrible state, many of them were elderly and they had walked all the way from the coast. Among them was a young hunter known as Ganan. He and Tilly, your mother, just seemed to click, and each morning he would arrive on her doorstep, and walk with her to the mission school. But
