Chapter Thirteen
Into the Valley
Blue squinted into the evening glare. After the lighter atmosphere of the camp, the interior of the ute was pressingly silent, matching the dour streets he manoeuvred through.
Narrowed eyes carefully swept the road ahead. Even as an Ararat native, he was sure he had never known these roads as intimately as he did now. The cheery orange glow of the streetlights greeted him in the distance as he left the leafy tunnel that hid the road from sight.
He coasted to a stop at the blockage in the road ahead. The motorhome reached over both lanes, cutting off access to anyone without a four-wheel-drive.
The door opened, spilling light around the spokes of a wheelchair, the shadow of a shotgun resting across its occupant’s knees. Blue cracked his window a little,
