SOON, THE HEDGES WERE looking good. So then, Duck transferred his focus to the veggie garden, choosing to devote much of his time to tiny things called micro herbs. They were delicate, colourful and delicious. He really had a knack for looking after fragile stuff.
Returning to the barracks one late afternoon, he saw a familiar car parked next to it. A broad grin spread across his dial.
Bryce had returned from his most recent task; he hurried inside.
‘Hey, ya mug!’ he said by way of greeting his brother.
‘Hey back, arseface,’ his brother replied in jest.
The brothers embraced warmly, prompting the other men to protest loudly, ‘Get a room!’
That night, after the campfire was doused, the three brothers stayed behind. Resting inside their sleeping bags, they talked.
Barry said he was go
