Chapter 25
Taj dragged the mangled carcass through the gate and escaped before the dingoes had a chance to greet him. They turned their attention to the fresh kill, yelping in excitement, licking and tearing at the bloodstained fur.
‘Poor thing,’ said Kim.
The truck in front of her had hit the wallaby on Bangalow Road the night before, and hadn’t even stopped. The animal was still jerking and trembling when she got out to help, and found a baby in its pouch. She’d taken the joey straight to Mel. Then she’d dragged the mother’s bloody body to the side of the road for Taj to collect in the morning. Life here was a far cry from suburban Sydney. Simpler, yes, but also tough and uncompromising – even brutal at times. The wallaby’s death had not been entirely in vain. Wallabies, wild goats, r
