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Foley drove fast, maintaining a distance of approximately fifty metres from the eastern end of the large homestead. The vehicle bucked and skidded dangerously over the rough, stony ground, and he wrestled furiously with the steering, desperate to maintain control. Beads of perspiration ran freely down his forehead and into his eyes making it difficult to see but he dared not remove a hand from the wheel to wipe his brow.
As he passed the end of the house, a shed came into view. Separated from the house by about thirty metres, the shed was huge, spanning almost the entire length of the homestead.
“There!” Sam said. “There is a shed! Can you get around behind it, Russ?”
Foley changed direction and the rear of the vehicle began to fish-tail. He turned the wheel into the slide and steer
