He had her hands tied around a tree and was busy pulling up her dress and petticoats and all the other layers she was wearing. He was leaning forward...and saying things right into her ear, things that didn't make her look too happy about what was coming next. I lined up my squirrel rifle and leaned against a tree to steady my aing, cocked the hammer and squeezed the trigger. Not wanting to kill the man until I figured out what was going on, I shot him in the right thing, giving him instant. Not a boynamed Rich, in a dress looking cute and being an imposter! I let myself bewho I was at the moment, Rachel. That is when I saw her and she was lookingat me.Barbara wasn't just looking, she was frozen in place and her features showedutter surprise. Her eyes grew larger and wider open, questioning what shewas seeing. I smiled and opened my arms to her. This was the moment. Thiswould tell my fate.She slowly stood and then ran into my arms hugging me, squeezing me tightlycrying and smiling. The road was not a main thoroughfare so having a tent in the middle for ten minutes wouldn't cause too many problems. Thanks to another of the Government's ridiculous energy saving schemes, the streetlights were lit but only every other one, making the darkness and shadows fall in their favour. Casually eyeing up the street, he sees the manhole he needs. In the opposite direction, the road continues as far as the eye can see which was ideal.With the tent placed over the manhole, Dan inserts the. Brisbane’s got near a million and a half. There’s crowded areas, but lots of space.”“It might be nice for a few days, but no more.”“I’ve always enjoyed Australia: the shore, the desert, the cities, the towns. I’ve not been to the Never-Never, but it’d be interesting.”“The Never-Never? You mean like Peter Pan?”I laughed. “No, I meant the Never-Never of Barcroft Boake, or of Rosa Praed.”“I’ve never heard of Boake, though Praed’s name seems familiar.”“Boake was a late 19th century poet. I was.