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The old Tennant Creek cemetery lay two kilometers south of town along the Stuart. Or it had when Holly left. Now the town had expanded most of the way here on the Tennant Creek side of the track. The gully beyond the cemetery would occasionally have some flow during the Wet season, but it was the Dry now.
The graveyard’s red sand surface was broken up with thin clumps of gray-brown Mitchell grass and wide-scattered Mulga acacia trees. Their leaves were red-dusted to such a pale green that it was a wonder they could use the sun at all. It would still be another three months before there was a chance of a December rain rinsing them clean.
Holly let Quint lead her out among the gravestones. She felt as if she was merely floating along, disconnected from anything that could possibly be r
