Her father had been a German, a kindly man who had died when he’d fallen from his horse at Keetmanshoop in South West Africa, and Liesl had overcome the jibes of her relatives about her parentage and earned the respect and patronage of her important uncle through her actions. Morengo might love his niece, but he was also canny enough to know that he could use her, if not as a spy then in some other role where she could help his insurrection.
‘My father would not have supported what is happening in my country now. He would have fought, even against his own people. He believed in justice, and that the Nama should have their share of the good land. I think you’re here because you want to help us.’
‘I’m here to make enough money to get out of this bloody desert, clear my name, then buy a boa
