Chapter 15
Taj nailed the corrugated iron ridge cap onto the new roof, and stepped back to survey his handiwork. He’d rebuilt the old hay shed almost from scratch, replacing rotten beams, rusty struts, missing tin. This was the kind of work he loved. Restoring things. Creating something intact from what had been broken. The shed should last Kim another hundred years.
From his vantage point on the roof, Taj could see the rear of the homestead. Jake was talking to his mother. Another argument perhaps? It was impossible to spend very long at Journey’s End without realising how very alike mother and son were. Jake was a handful, no doubt about that, but Taj recognised where the antagonism stemmed from. As a child he’d been just as lost, just as angry, when his own father died. Furious with t
