Chapter 18

“Yep. I was just standing here reading a magazine and I heard all this screaming coming from the bar. Katy reckoned she saw it coming right through that door, so it must have come in while I was reading me magazine.”

“Shit, that’s scary.”

“Thought ya liked snakes,” said Julie, smirking.

“I do, but a spinifex snake is one thing. A King Brown is another.”

“Mitter Lewis.”

Brandon almost didn’t hear Fancy, who’d obviously been hovering in the background waiting for Brandon to stop talking to Julie.

“You been down the reserve?”

The reserve was where the Martu people lived; a huge portion of land that traditionally belonged to them and which could never be taken away. The government had built houses for them on this land, and employed a liaison officer to manage the tribe, things like keeping an eye on their health and making sure the children went to school.

“No, I haven’t.”

Fancy glanced up at him. “You wanna come and visit?”