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Chapter 11
"ButLuke,youalreadyhaveagoodjobhere!"
"Amandoesn’tfeelright,batteningonhisin-laws.IwanttogetusthemoneytobuyaplaceoutinWesternQueensland,andIwantitbeforeI’mtoooldtoworkit.Amanwithnoeducationfindsithardtogethigh-payingworkinthisDepression,butthere’sashortageofmeninNorthQueensland,andthemoney’satleasttentimeswhatIearnasastockmanonDrogheda."
"Doingwhat?"
"Cuttingsugarcane."
"Cuttingsugarcane?That’scoolielabor!"
"No,you’rewrong.Cooliesaren’tbigenoughtodoitaswellasthewhitecutters,andbesides,youknowaswellasIdothatAustralianlawforbidstheimportationofblackoryellowmentodoslavelabororworkforwageslowerthanawhiteman’s,takethebreadoutofawhiteAustralian’smouth.There’s,ashortageofcuttersandthemoney’sterrific.Nottoomanyblokesarebigenoughorstrongenoughtocutcane.ButIam.Itwon’tbeatme!"
"Doesthismeanyou’rethinkingofmakingourhomeinNorthQueensland,Luke?"
"Yes."
ShestaredpasthisshoulderthroughthegreatbankofwindowsatDrogheda:theghostgums,theHomePaddock,thestretchoftreesbeyond.NottoliveonDrogheda!TobesomewhereBishopRalphcouldneverfindher,tolivewithouteverseeinghimagain,tocleavetothisstrangersittingfacinghersoirrevocablytherecouldbenogoingback…ThegreyeyesrestedonLuke’svivid,impatientfaceandgrewmorebeautiful,butunmistakablysadder.
