Chapters (68)
- Dedication
- Clancy of The Overflow
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34
- Chapter 35
- Chapter 36
- Chapter 37
- Chapter 38
- Chapter 39
- Chapter 40
- Chapter 41
- Chapter 42
- Chapter 43
- Chapter 44
- Chapter 45
- Chapter 46
- Chapter 47
- Chapter 48
- Chapter 49
- Chapter 50
- Chapter 51
- Chapter 52
- Chapter 53
- Chapter 54
- Chapter 55
- Chapter 56
- Chapter 57
- Chapter 58
- Chapter 59
- Chapter 60
- Chapter 61
- Chapter 62
- Chapter 63
- Chapter 64
- Author’s Note
- About the Author
‘I’ve got an idea,’ he said slowly. ‘I’m not sure it’ll work, I mean I’m sure the idea will work, but not if it can be made into a business. I need to go back to Gibber’s Creek and talk to Sam. But that’s where I really want to be. It’s home,’ he added simply. ‘I want to know the faces in the street again. I want everyone asking how much rain we had last night and is it going to hail on Thursday, and telling me what the Friday cattle prices were. I want to go home.’
And home is not with me, she thought.
‘I will be back,’ he said quietly. ‘Often. I don’t want to lose you, Scarlett. But there’s no point my wasting my life in a city or a uni course that’s going to take me nowhere for years until you graduate.’
‘I see,’ she said blankly.
‘Truly, I love you.’
‘I love you too,’ she said automatically as he came around the table to embrace her. Nor did she doubt his love.
But it was not enough to keep him there, with her.
Chapter 27
Chapter 27
How to find water
The zebra finch is never far from water. When you see a flock, you will know there is a pool nearby. Follow their flight at dusk . . .
OVERFLOW, 1881
ROSE
Rose scrambled down the gully, her shoes hampering her, but she did not dare cast them off, for she might need them, as well as the sack, which did not just contain johnny cakes. She had one chance. If she lost this, there would be no second one. She would be chained again.
She had almost taken Miss Clementine with her. Mistress Flora was far away, her mind eaten, not by the town, but by living too much in rooms, so she had not learned to see or hear; nor could Rose heal her. The aunties could have, but the aunties were not there. If Rose had been sure she would find her own people, she would have taken the little girl, for she was clever. Learned fast, saw the land in the way these pale-skinned people did not know how to do.
But Rose was all too aware how precarious this escape would be. She might die. She might be captured, beaten, chained or worse. Probably far worse.
Yet she had stayed a prisoner too long, even if she had worn no chains. Mistress Flora would come back from the pool soon. She would find Mr Clancy, demand to know why Rose had left her. Once the people there knew she had tried to leave once, she would never get a chance again.
Once they knew she had left, they’d hunt her, not just as an escaped maid, but as a native.