Nick stowed away the last of his gear and looked around the humble room. It was number twenty-seven of more than two hundred similar portable units, known as dongas. Each contained a single bed, a bathroom, an air conditioner, a desk, a cupboard, a television, a microwave and a fridge. Basic, but it would do.
Earlier that day he’d explored the rest of Mount Morton Village, a place Nick had not visited before. It was located a few kilometres north of the Kingfisher Valley town of Gidgee Creek and provided live-in accommodation for mine workers. The village boasted a modern camp kitchen and a dining hall where buffet-style meals were served free of charge around the clock. There were laundries, a gym, a swimming pool, barbeque areas, a recreation hall and a general store. There was even a b
