CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
The wide gravel driveway cut through thick bush and promised something special. But it opened to a broad clearing with the residence the first thing in sight. A vertical-planked, flat-roofed affair, calling it ranch style would be generous. It was bland and bleak looking. And as Georgie parked the Spider, what she could see of the rest of the property didn’t sway her opinion.
A sage-green tin shed dwarfed the house. The driveway appeared to continue in a racetrack loop around the house block, which was all grass and no garden. A dam and two horses in rugs were the only attractive features in view. Even the trees on the adjacent paddocks were stunted.
It set her expectations about the welcome she’d receive from the Hansens low. This could be a massive timewaster. She o
