THE CAMERON BROTHERS drove to Emily’s farm, a land holding in Oak Valley, just outside Townsville City. The big yellow wooden gate contrasted sharply against the green backdrop of the forested landscape. There were some cows, goats, sheep, and llamas grazing in one area, all seemingly happy to mingle.
The gate was open, just the sort of welcome they had expected. Barry drove in, following the trail towards an elevated site with a Queenslander-inspired house sitting atop it. The wrap-around veranda was painted all in white.
They passed a couple of dams, both filled with water to the edges. It would be pressing, challenging work for a fifty-plus-year-old woman to maintain alone. But as they neared the homestead, they noticed a barracks-type structure. Somehow, they knew what it meant. She
