397 CHAPTER 45
The desert east of Lüderitz, German South West Africa, 1906Blake, Claire and Peter had to wrap their faces and keep their eyes screwed to slits to keep out the worst of the sand as their horses trekked wearily through the desert.
Blake drew alongside Peter. ‘And you and Claire paid money to buy a piece of this bloody place?’
Peter laughed. He was that sort of bloke, Blake had learned, someone who could manage to keep his spirits high and a smile on his face most of the time. Having said that, Blake knew the battles at and around Narudas had affected the doctor.
Blake had come to like the affable German in the days since the incident at the railway line. Peter had been shaken by the killing of the woman and they had talked about it, around the fire, as well as about some
