”Jos pointed to the unpaved turning on the right. Patrick drove a bit and parked where it was clear that others had parked. This hills were visible ...o the east, but there was no trace of the village. Jos led Patrick to the trace of the fire. The stones and ashes were there.“Gone.”“It was, but is no more.”“I did not dream it.”“No. Nor did boobook, frogmouth, wallaby, nor red kangaroo. Let us sit here.“Do you know the word ‘Uunguu’?”“No.”“To the Wunambal Gaambera, Uunguu means ‘living home’ -- it. "Having discarded the washcloth, Katherine was stroking subtle circles across my back and down my legs. Tracing elegant swirls up my thighs, she paused at my ass. "Does it bother you, my touching you this way? I'll stop, if you want me to." Don't stop. Keep going..." I whispered, rolling my hips with desire.Running her fingertips over my tingling curves, Katherine began caressing my ass. There was no pretense of it merely being a warm gesture of support, like before. No, she was simply helping. We’ll need to find someone to take us and our horses across the rivers as they are quite wide and deep. We’ll need to find a ferryman who won’t give us away,” Thomas informed us.“Let’s see these rivers, and then we’ll see about crossing them,” I told him. Thomas led us in a easterly direction for about two miles before we came to a broad river.“This is the Cooper River,” he told us. “We’ll need to find someone reliable to ferry us across it.”“How far would you say it is to the other shore?” I. I arrived home. No one was awake yet so I sneaked into my room. I sat on my bed and started thinking about yesterday. After 20 minutes or so, I took a shower and changed my clothes. I set off for work. After a few minutes, in the distance was a figure. Chris? I wondered. No, it was detective Burke. ‘What the hell do you want?’ ‘Nothing, only I know who started the fire’ ‘Who?’ ‘It wasn’t you, I know that, it’s either Chris or Stephanie’ ‘Which one detective?’ I said sarcastically. ‘That’s where.