So, I've created a Kickstarter page, which is here, and this post is to provide a sample of the book. Namely, the first bit of Chapter One, Wydjawanna Station. If you like it and want more, well, you'll have to pledge a few bucks so I can afford to get it edited, and then printed. All I can say is the dozen or so people who've read it loved it, and the reason I chose them to is because I knew they wouldn't blow smoke up my nether regions. Even my Mum (she never let us win board games, ever). So without further waffle, please enjoy the first bit of Wydjawanna Station.
Wydjawanna Station
by
Michael Trant
Chapter One
Jack Simmonds leaned against the bonnet of his Landcruiser
as he smoked, and waited. Grey hairs poked out from under his cap, and his
trousers were stained with a mixture of red dust and black grease, a result of
sliding around the workshop floor earlier that morning.
He stared silently into the horizon beyond the dirt airstrip, his gaze
only interrupted by the bush flies seeking refuge in the corners of his eyes,
and a wave of his well-worn hand to clear them. His neighbour, John Harris from
Nanoo, a sheep station some fifty kilometres away, was due here shortly with
their new backpacker working man. John could’ve driven, but he never missed a
chance to fly, a man much after Jack’s own heart.
