This is the first three paragraphs of the first chapter for your perusal and reading time.
Bones. Cleaned by time years of time, by rasping wind blown sand, by winter rain, and by burning heat of summer, they lay scattered, some of them half buried, Grey against the red of earth. Malloonkai, squatting, eye half closed against the glare of midday, felt confusion wash over him. Since he had been here before, in the cold time of the winds from the saltlike country eastward, when he had been travelling as a Mallaloo, being prepared buy his elders for his first great initiation, he had thought occasionally of these bones. Who and what had they been, the five strange men?
What had their beasts been, the five beasts taller than a tree by the pool at Wirrworree? They had come, the men and the mysterious beasts, from far eastward, from some unknown land long journeyings beyond the saltlike country, travelling slowly, haphazardly, foolishly, thirsting, poor stupid men, when water was near at hand, blundering on, five strange toeless men, men f many colours, with their five tall four legged beasts, moving across the country always at the wrong slant, until a proper man had been sent to meet them and make them welcome in the Land, among the people.
His own father. He had not known him, he had no true memory of him, but he had been told of him. His father had gone to meet the strange new men and had not returned to his party of proper men. His friends had waited, in doubt and uncertainty until they had made a mind to follow him. They had found him, his tracks were plain. He was finished, a malgarri, already bloated, with a hole between his eyes, a spear throw and more from the startled tracks of the strange men and their stranger beasts. No spear had made the hole ; there was a mystery. No tracks led from the new mens tracks to the body lying on the slope of sand, no spear had been thrown, some great new terrible thing had happened that had never before been known.
Let me know if you would like the first chapter in full or maybe I will do a chapter of “The Driven” in the next blog post. Please comment below your thoughts, or questions about the book or writer.
The writer, Donald Stuart, was my grandmothers husband.