Raw (1998)
“‘Here’s your stop.’ Brett wiped his eyes and looked out the windscreen of the semi-trailer. A red sun bloodied a fenced property cut in the middle with a dirt track. He shaded his face and recognised the entrance. It was the right place. There was the homestead in the far distance.
The semi-trailer’s cabin shook as the driver waited for Brett to get out. Drowsily, he pushed the door open and dropped down onto the ground. ‘Thanks,’ he said with a quick wave. The driver nodded, closed the door then crunched a dozen or so gears. The semi-trailer grunted down the road until it disappeared.
Brett checked his watch. It was later than he thought. How long had he been out of it? He hadn’t even heard the truck stop.
But that wasn’t important. What lay ahead of him was. At the end of the dirt track was The Farm. It promised to be the longest walk of his life. He was reluctant. Nervous. And uncertain. He felt like a lost son coming home. He didn’t even know if he’d be welcomed back.
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