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"
Once
a
year
,
for
as
many
years
as
you
'll
have
us
.
Luddie
and
I
want
to
see
Justine
grow
up
.
"
Only
the
thought
of
Ralph
's
baby
kept
Meggie
's
sagging
courage
up
as
the
little
rail
motor
rocked
and
jolted
the
long
miles
to
Ingham
.
Had
it
not
been
for
the
new
life
she
was
sure
was
growing
in
her
,
getting
into
a
bed
with
Luke
ever
again
would
have
been
the
ultimate
sin
against
herself
;
but
for
Ralph
's
baby
she
would
indeed
have
entered
into
a
contract
with
the
Devil
.
From
a
practical
viewpoint
it
was
n't
going
to
be
easy
either
,
she
knew
that
.
But
she
had
laid
her
plans
with
what
foresight
she
could
,
and
with
Luddie
's
aid
,
oddly
enough
.
It
had
n't
been
possible
to
conceal
much
from
him
;
he
was
too
shrewd
,
and
too
deeply
in
Anne
's
confidence
.
He
had
looked
at
Meggie
sadly
,
shaken
his
head
,
and
then
proceeded
to
give
her
some
excellent
advice
.
The
actual
aim
of
her
mission
had
n't
been
mentioned
,
of
course
,
but
Luddie
was
as
adept
at
adding
two
and
two
as
most
people
who
read
massive
tomes
.
"
You
wo
n't
want
to
have
to
tell
Luke
you
're
leaving
him
when
he
's
worn
out
after
the
cane
,
"
said
Luddie
delicately
.
"
Much
better
if
you
catch
him
in
a
good
mood
,
is
n't
it
?
Best
thing
is
,
see
him
on
a
Saturday
night
or
a
Sunday
after
it
's
been
his
week
cooking
.
The
grapevine
says
Luke
's
the
best
cook
on
the
cutting
circuit
--
learned
to
cook
when
he
was
low
man
on
the
shearing
totem
pole
,
and
shearers
are
much
fussier
eaters
than
cutters
.
Means
cooking
does
n't
upset
him
,
you
know
.
Probably
finds
it
as
easy
as
falling
off
a
log
.
That
's
the
speed
,
then
,
Meggie
.
You
slap
the
news
on
him
when
he
's
feeling
real
good
after
a
week
in
the
barracks
kitchen
.
"
It
seemed
to
Meggie
lately
that
she
had
gone
a
long
way
from
blushing
days
;
she
looked
at
Luddie
steadily
without
going
the
least
bit
pink
.
"
Could
you
find
out
which
week
Luke
cooks
,
Luddie
?
Or
is
there
any
way
I
could
find
out
,
if
you
ca
n't
?
"
"
Oh
,
she
's
apples
,
"
he
said
cheerfully
.
"
I
've
got
my
branches
on
the
old
grapevine
.
I
'll
find
out
.
"
It
was
mid
Saturday
afternoon
when
Meggie
checked
into
the
Ingham
pub
that
looked
the
most
respectable
.
All
North
Queensland
towns
were
famous
for
one
thing
:
they
had
pubs
on
all
four
corners
of
every
block
.
She
put
her
small
case
in
her
room
,
then
made
her
way
back
to
the
unlovely
foyer
to
find
a
telephone
.
There
was
a
Rugby
League
football
team
in
town
for
a
pre-season
training
match
,
and
the
corridors
were
full
of
half-naked
,
wholly
drunk
players
who
greeted
her
appearance
with
cheers
and
affectionate
pats
on
the
back
and
behind
.
By
the
time
she
got
the
use
of
the
phone
she
was
shaking
with
fright
;
everything
about
this
venture
seemed
to
be
an
ordeal
.
But
through
the
din
and
the
looming
drunken
faces
she
managed
to
call
Braun
's
,
the
farm
where
Luke
's
gang
was
cutting
,
and
ask
that
a
message
be
relayed
to
him
that
his
wife
was
in
Ingham
,
wanting
to
see
him
.
Seeing
her
fear
,
the
publican
walked
back
to
her
room
with
her
,
and
waited
until
he
heard
her
turn
the
key
.
