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“You haven’t done anything wrong. Not a thing. Everything bad that’s happened has been either Tom’s fault or his fault,” she said, gesturing toward Danny. “If you put us back on the mainland—”

“You’ll go to the police. Of course you will!” Ma said angrily.

“So we go to the police. But none of this comes back to any of you except him. You haven’t done anything,” Heather said.

“We kidnapped you,” Matt said. “We held you against your will.”

“No, you kept us in protective custody while you tried to reach the police on the mainland. If you let him take her now, then it’s all over,” Heather insisted. “You’re going to have to kill all of us. And the Dutch couple. Are you sure you’re going to get away with that? That’s a hell of a big decision.”

“I made my call,” Ma said.

“You said you were going to sleep on it. We’re not going anywhere. We’re locked in that hut. You can decide in the morning,” Heather said.

Matt looked at Ma. “There is something in what she says.”

Ma leaned on her stick and shook her head. “Where does it stop? Terry’s word was the law and that was the end of it in his day,” Ma said.

“Excuse me, but you won’t be going back on any decision. You’ll just be thinking about it overnight. What difference will that make? We’re not leaving,” Heather said.

“What difference will it make to you?” Matt asked her.

Heather looked at Danny and then at Matt. “It’s my job to protect these kids,” she said quietly.

“And what about the other two?” Ma wondered. “I suppose we’ll have to keep them as well. What are we going to do with them, Matt?”

“We can decide that in the morning too,” Matt said.

Ma took a handkerchief from a pocket in her skirt. She blew her nose into it and examined its contents. She looked at Matt and finished her cigarette. “I said I would sleep on it, didn’t I?” Ma said.

Matt nodded. “I think that’s a very good idea.”

“No! You said I could have her!” Danny wailed.

“And maybe I’ll say it again, but you shut your mouth for now, Daniel.”

“I just want me rights!” Danny said.

“And you’ll get your rights. But you’ll have to wait. All right, Jacko. Put them back in the shearing shed and lock them in. And put the Krauts in there too. We’ll fix all this in the morning. If Danny gives you any trouble, have someone throw him down the bloody well.”

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Heather had won this battle. There would be many more. But she had bought herself some time.

Danny started howling and protesting behind them as Jacko led them back to prison. With her hands still tied, Heather put her arms around Olivia, but Olivia ducked under them. Heather knew the girl was still trying to take everything in.

Tom would have to talk to her about—

Wait. What was happening? Tom. How could Tom be…

She swallowed.

Tom, oh no. Oh God. Not Tom. It hadn’t been love at first sight, but it was pretty damn close. He was so funny and charming and smart. All the books he’d read. All the stuff he knew. And that old-world East Coast courtesy. It sure didn’t hurt that he was so easy on the eyes. So 1950s handsome. So 1950s calm and with his shit together. He couldn’t fix a gearbox like the Goose Island men, but he could make you a cup of hot chocolate and read you poetry on a rainy afternoon or put the kids to bed early on a Saturday night and lock the bedroom door and bang your brains out.

And now he was dead. And she was in a nightmare. In the middle of nowhere surrounded by crazy people. She was so thirsty. Her head was light.

How easy it would be to fall, to let that warm red dirt consume her too…

She was reeling. But she couldn’t reel. She had to keep her shit together, for herself and now for Owen and Olivia.