It was only when I pulled a U-turn on McIvor Street in Norseman that I realised we had been followed for the last hundred kilometres.
I’d been driving for 12 hours into the West Australian sun and I was exhausted.
I hadn’t noticed the car right behind us: a dusty white LandCruiser troop-carrier ute with a green canvas cover and an angry set of eyes staring right at me.
Sunset on the highway between Ravensthorpe and Albany,…
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