Mike Dixon

gun and she‟d run ahead with it. The clip contained twenty
rounds. One sharp burst from Janet and the plane would
never fly again.
He reached the creek and found
the dog barking furiously. He
scarcely heard it above the din.
Water cascaded over boulders
and formed whirlpools where it
forced its way underground. On
the opposite side, two figures
were dashing through the under-
growth in a mad race to reach
him. Janet arrived first. The old
infantry rifle hung about her
shoulders and she looked as if
she was ready to take on the
world. She ran along a fallen tree that stuck out over the
creek.
„What gives, Davo?‟
„They‟ve got Anne. They‟re trying to take her away.‟
„What?‟
„The little girl is Sue Lynne‟s daughter. The man is Harald.‟
Janet looked down at the raging waters.
„Message understood. Get going, Davo. We can‟t cross
here. We‟ll continue on our side and join forces at the bottom
of the creek.‟
The dog streaked ahead and David followed. He wasn‟t
prepared to question the animal‟s judgment any more. They
were going in the general direction of the airfield and that
was all that mattered.
The dog led with its nose and favored tracks made by
kangaroos and wallabies. David was forced to crawl beneath
bushes and clamber over rocks in the full glare of the sun.
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