Chapter Eight
Royston opened the door of Craig’s four-wheel drive. Rosetta climbed into the back and yelled out a ‘Hi again,’ to Jim Murray in the front seat. ‘Conan! Great to see you!’
Such an impressively stately older man. Twinkling deep-blue eyes regarded her warmly. ‘I’m very grateful to you, Rosetta, for having me as a guest-blogger on your Friday Fortnight site,’ he said as they sped along the Stuart Highway.
‘But I’m very grateful to you, Conan,’ Rosetta said. ‘All of us are! Your insights into Lillibridge’s book are amazing.’
The trip out to the crystals mine that belonged to Craig, Jim, Conan Dalesford and two others, took much longer than Rosetta had expected. Conan nodded off to sleep. The languid murmurs of Jim and Craig’s conversation filtered sporadically through to the
