Across the road at Fred’s, the goanna was still up the tree. Nature’s guard. That wasn’t the reason I felt reluctant to drive to Cann River. I didn’t like to leave those kiddies and that man for one second, but I had no choice. I couldn’t recall them saying the word daddy either, which had been troubling me all night.
I left Sam in the house and locked up, something I never did, but the stranger, the so-called Brent, had me on edge. I half expected to return to a scene of c*****e.
I travelled that dirt road and all of its twists and turns faster than normal, kicking up dust, but the drive into town seemed to take all morning. With my belly churning and my head ringing like a belfry with my misgivings, I pulled up outside the general store, planning to use the public telephone in the stre
