The fire crackled. Water bubbled to the boil. Bacon and eggs waffled through the weatherboard house on the corner of Villeneuve and Downey Streets in Alexandra. Modern Day Villeneuve Street, Alexandra ‘Dad, your breakfast is ready,’ hollered Lily. ‘Come, sit down, and eat it whilst it’s hot!’ ‘I’m comin’’, William said. ‘It smells delish. Can you take some money to the post office to send to your mother?’ ‘Today, yes I can.’ She placed the money in her apron pocket. At seven 7 o’clock, he grabbed his coat and hat. He stuffed his dinner in his coat pocket and picked up his billy. ‘Bye, Lily,’ he called out. ‘Bye, dad,’ she said, as she came running to the door. She kissed him bye. Outside, the smell of smoke drifted up his nostrils. On the other side of the Ultima Thule Creek, the quartz crusher loomed over the town. Its mechanical arms heaved up and down. Something caught his eye. Blooming Heck! That pesky goat has gotten out again , he thought. I don’t want ...