Until the knife was against her throat, angled toward the whorl of her ear so the tip could work its way to the point that would dissemble her, he hadn’t believed he was capable. At seven years old, he watched his father kill a kangaroo. It had been wounded by one of the huge road trains that used to thunder up country. All of that place was empty of wildlife now, but he still remembered the thwuck of the ax. The ec…More
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