He rolled over and grabbed for it blindly. “Hello?” “John Mitchell?” “Yeah,” he yawned, forcing himself awake. “This is Lawrence Rayborne, from the Appropriations Committee.” His voice was agitated, a mix of anger and fear. Mitch sat up. “Yes, Mr Rayborne. You’re working late.” “We need to talk.”...
It was a smell unlike anything he’d encountered before in the forest. The Yolngu hunter rested his spear on the ground as he peered warily through the trees toward the charred clearing fifty meters away. He’d been searching for it since he’d seen a column of black smoke rising into the sky earlie...