Chapter 24
Spike was in one hell of a hurry. He unzipped the swag. ‘Take off your boots and get in.’ His voice was low and urgent. Sam did as she was told and lay very still. Though wrapped tight in the sleeping bag, she still felt exposed, like the eyes of the world were upon her. Judging from the sound of shouting voices, they soon would be.
This certainly was a crazy competition. Part of the Currajong Festival, it was like some kind of fast-forward day on the farm. ‘In the Station Team Muster,’ boomed the announcer, ‘a team of two people are required to light a fire, boil a billy, cook an egg and eat it, ram in a steel post and take it out again, split wood, tie a sheep, move a hay bale on a bike, and scull a warm beer, all in six minutes flat. Rafferty’s Rules apply, which means they
