Afternoon shadows had grown long by the time Del parked at the rusty farm gate leading to Kingfisher Farm – five hundred hectares of prime grazing country in the foothills of the Yenga Ranges. The property stretched from the lower river flats right up to the edge of the national park.
She’d passed through her historic home town of Berrimilla twenty minutes earlier. The place hadn’t changed much: a post office, a church, a primary school, a sports ground, a general and produce store, a bakery and a community hall. The only difference was a sign outside the old hardware shop that read ‘Berrimilla Vet Clinic’. That would be useful; Tiny would need his cast off soon.
The township was nestled in the heart of Kingfisher Valley, between Yenga National Park to the west and the looming peaks of M
