“Down south.”
The old man nodded as Fancy translated.
“Why you come and teach here?” she asked.
“I was sent here by the Education Department.”
“Government?”
“Yes.”
“Me, too,” said Fancy. “We all here because of government.”
“I thought this was your land,” said Brandon.
“This all our land. Your room on our land, but government say this the place we gotta live.”
“That’s awful,” said Brandon, although as a white person what could he really say that had any validity? The entire continent of Australia had been Aboriginal land before European colonisation. Everywhere he’d ever lived had once belonged to one indigenous tribe or another. Who was he to try and empathise with the Martu?