Nulla hadn't spoken since the ambush, but now, turning to Glenda, he said angrily, “That blasted rooster is going into the pot tonight. I don't care what anyone says, his name is now 'dinner'!” He continued to fume until he had rebuilt his mind palace and replaced the image of Arthur's slumped body lying on the motel car park. with the road map of where he intended to stop that evening.
His task right now was to guide his group carefully along the dusty dirt roads to Arkaroola without mishap.
They didn't eat the rooster that night. Fatima put her foot down and said that it belonged to her and she needed it for her hens. If they wanted eggs then they just had to let the rooster live. Arthur said that he liked the rooster and he'd be upset if Nulla killed it. That settled that matter and s
