Page 141 of The Island

She didn’t feel anything.

Not the flies.

Not the heat.

No one spoke.

They were going to make a deal. It was the best deal possible. She wanted the kids off the island.

She would stay here.

Danny and maybe some of the others would try to rape her. Matt might try to stop them, but he was a brother-in-law, not a brother.

Tom would know this. He was a good man, a moral man, but he was a desperate man too.

Each footstep brought her closer to the horror.

She racked her brain for alternatives.

But there were none.

A miracle had happened. Tom, whom she had seen killed, was alive!

He was the smartest man she’d ever met. And if he trusted them, she would have to trust them too.

They continued walking in silence.

The sun would set in an hour or so.

They were close now.

The farm itself wasn’t really visible, since it lay in the gully between two hills, but she could see a plume of white smoke from a cooking fire. They must be boiling the well water to drink it.

She smiled at that.

Despite what Matt had said, she was glad she and Hans had inconvenienced them. They deserved it. And her plan might have worked. She had made them sick, killed their dogs, destroyed their fuel. If she had gone on to do a series of raids and make their life hell, perhaps they would have given her the ferry just to get rid of her.

Perhaps.

They reached the brow of the hill and now on the other hill they could see the dead eucalyptus tree surrounded by scorched earth.

“So this is it,” she said, smiling at the children. “You’ll get to see your dad and you’ll get to go home.”

“What will happen to you?” Olivia asked.

“We’re going to do a swap. I’m going to stay with them as a sort of, well, a sort of hostage, I suppose. When you’re back in the city, Tom’s going to give them money and they’ll let me out.”

“We’re going to trust them?” Olivia said.

“Yes. Your dad thinks it’s OK. They saved his life.”

Owen shook his head and sat down in the grass.

“Come on, Owen.”

“Sit, please,” he said.

He was looking at her seriously. His gaze was determined. She’d never seen him with such a steady look in the year she’d known him.