THEY AGREED ON AN EARLY START. She was up before daybreak, showered, packed and searched her room one last time. She wore the standard U.S. Army combat uniform, her hat tucked under her arm. She stepped out, pulling her suitcase behind her and wolf-whistled the minute she caught sight of him.
He was dressed in the Australian version, slouch hat tucked under his left arm, backpack strapped on his back, precious guitar case in his right hand.
‘Good to go,’ he said.
They settled their final bills quickly. The front desk clerk thanked them for their patronage. And that was them, done.
‘Wanna have breakfast before we ride off into the sunrise?’ enquired Banjo as he loaded the Pajero.
‘Let’s get coffee and have breakfast a little later. For that, Barstow would be ideal, actually.’
‘Barstow
