The Kimberley
The KimberleyWestern Australia
Western AustraliaElijah Stone Murphy surveyed the harsh red landscape before him in hopes of finding something to eat, his pistol holstered at his hip, a crossbow slung across his back.
The wet season hadn’t been all that wet in the Kimberley this year, making the beginning of the dry season more torturous and unrelenting than usual.
Cooler days were on the way, promising relief, but had been slow to take hold. The sun had forgotten to beg off, scorching the flora and fauna here and making the red rocks and desert looked more like Mars than Earth.
Elijah considered his dining options, then shook his head. Slim pickin’s.
Slim pickin’s.It would be tinned fish again if he had no luck hunting. Even that was getting low. So were his spirits.
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