CHAPTER 10- Matiu -
The landscape spreads out around them, kilometre after rolling kilometre of overstretched farmland encircled by rusting fence lines of razor wire topped with solar-powered LED security lights. A few vehicles patrol the dead zones between plantations, biodiesel LEVs and electric ATVs. The buggies might be jokes compared to the Holden as it chews up the horizon, but the grim-faced security staff with their equally grim submachine-guns are nothing to laugh about. “No stun setting on those puppies,” Matiu chuckles as one such security patrol does a U-turn to match their approach, then attempts to keep pace with them along the dirt track between the looming fence and the crumbling road.
Penny says nothing. She’s shrinking a little further into herself with every curve of t
