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256 pages, Paperback
First published October 1, 2018

Two Bob's annual pilgrimage always started with a visit to Bertie Ahmad's camp in Derby. Bertie had closed down his trading post that catered to the drovers and prospectors and other battlers of an era that had all but disappeared. But the shopfront had only ever been a part of his business. He was a go-to man for the bushmen of the Kimberley hinterland with goods of dubious provenance—a station manager doing a little business on the side, or a countryman who had mysteriously come into possession of some item of value.
Billy was no longer up to the trek through the Leopolds to Halls Creek, but still managed to coax a little gold from his secret reef. Bertie, in retirement on his block behind the meatworks, was happy to receive a visitor like Two Bob, and exchange a stack of grubby notes for some gold flakes. Money in hand, Two Bob would head up to Elders at a quiet time the next day, load up with stores then head back up the Gibb River Road. (p.96)
There's something about the sensation of rolling like a road train down this thin strip of bitumen that helps him deal with the unease that he feels.
The bush is changing. There are more boabs on either side of the road. Then they float down a gentle descent and plough along the road's furrow through what seems a limitless, almost treeless plain dotted with a city of dun-brown anthills. There is a faint shimmer of the ranges ahead. It's a landscape too old and wondrous to concern itself with his problems. (p71)