Then he turned to Tara who was sitting beside him, sliding his arm along the back of the seat and around her shoulders. ‘Would you like to walk for a bit – or just sit?’ ‘Oh …’ she hesitated, tossing it around in her mind. ‘I’m bone lazy, really. For choice I’d sit and sit, especially since you were lucky enough to get the keys to the ute today. But I suppose we ought to stretch our legs.’ She giggled and he thought it was one of the most heartening sounds he had ever heard. Six weeks now had passed since the attack, six weeks when he had anxiously watched as the cuts and scratches healed on her face and body and wondered what would happen to the scars on her mind. Oh, what wouldn’t he like to do to the bastard responsible if ever he got his hands on him! But he had never been caught. For a time there had been the fear that the monster might strike again but so far at least that fear had proved unjustified.
