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Adalhard Jaeger guardedly pushed aside the double-folded blankets he had draped over the Caribee Snow Drift sleeping bag before having zipped himself inside his makeshift cocoon several hours earlier. He raised his head slightly and peeked cautiously from the draw-cord hood of the heavily insulated sleeping bag.
Through the dust- and grime-coated windows of the vehicle canopy, a faint pre-dawn light struggled to penetrate the cramped space which had become his home since he purchased the four-wheel-drive on his arrival in Australia. He pushed his hand through the small neck opening of the sleeping bag and waved it around in the air. Although daylight was fast approaching, and with it the burning desert heat, the remnant night air was still freezing; inside the canopy of his vehicle, i
