bet it’s one of those damned places they put kidnapped kids back in the day. I’ve seen the photos. Big old tin-roofed house for a hundred beds. My grandmum — a whole bushel of nutty Jesus — used to have paid work on one, running the laundry. She’d talk about those station days like they were the best thing on this earth: married to the herder, all those blackfellas working for her big white arse.
