are we?’ Karli asked, in the scared little voice that was all she ever used within Brian’s hearing. It was the only tone Jenna had heard for the last two days.
‘We’re at Barinya Downs,’ she said, speaking loudly into the hot wind, as if naming the place with gusto would give it substance.
It didn’t. Barinya Downs seemed to consist of a concrete platform and a tin roof. That was it. There wasn’t a tree. There wasn’t a telephone. Nothing.
And Karli was standing by her side, waiting for her to tell her what to do.
Good grief, Jenna, you’ve really done it now, she whispered to herself. You king-sized twit. Dad always said you were stupid and he’s been proved right.
But what her father thought no longer mattered. Charles Svenson was in America.
Maybe her father was even acting in collusion with Brian.
The thought was unbelievable, but it was certainly possible. She and Karli shared a mother, but their different fathers—Brian and Charles—had to be the most unscrupulous men she knew.
So Charles was no help, and Brian was on the train that was drawing further away by the minute.
Jenna closed her eyes, remembering Brian’s face as she’d prepared to alight.
‘Get off, then,’ he snarled. ‘See if I care. I’ve won.’ His expression as she and her little half-sister stepped off the train was pure triumph.
Had he realised what this place was? Jenna’s breath caught in horror as the thought struck home. Had Brian realised what she was doing? Had he known that Barinya Downs was nothing?
Surely even Brian wouldn’t wish his daughter to be so desperately stranded.
Surely nothing. She sat down on her suitcase and tried to fight panic. She’d been so stupid. Five-year-old Karli was looking at her in concern, and she tugged the little girl down onto her knee and hugged her hard.
Calm down, she told herself. Make yourself think.
‘Will someone come and get us?’ Karli asked, her tone totally trusting, and Jenna struggled to find an answer.
‘Maybe,’ she told her. ‘I need to figure things out.’
Karli obediently subsided into silence—a feat she was all too good at. Karli had spent her whole five and three-quarter years being seen and not heard. Jenna was determined her silence had to end, but for now she was grateful for Karli’s silence. She had to think what to do.
Which was hard.
As well as being panic-stricken, Jenna was almost unbearably hot. They’d emerged from an air-conditioned train into an outside world so scorching it could almost bake bread. It was the middle of the day in the Australian Outback.
Forget the heat. Think, she told herself.
When would the next train come through?
She forced herself to remember the timetable she’d studied back in England. Brian’s suggestion that they take the long train journey across the centre of Australia had been a surprise, and she’d looked the train’s route and timetable up on the internet.
Think, she told herself desperately once more. I must be wrong.
She wasn’t. She was sure she wasn’t. The train ran across the continent only twice a week. As well as unloading goods, the stop at Barinya Downs had been to allow the train running in the opposite direction to pass them. It had rumbled through ten minutes ago.
There’d be no more trains for three days, she thought. This was Thursday. There was no train until next Monday.
Feeling sicker by the minute, Jenna hauled her cell phone from her bag and stared at the screen.
No host.
She was out of range of any of the communication carriers. Of course. What did she expect?
But she’d seen those guys in the trucks. They have to live somewhere, she told herself. She put Karli gently aside and walked to the edge of the platform. That was another mistake. The force of the midday sun hit her like a blast from a furnace. She recoiled into the shade, and Karli snuggled back against her, finding security in the curves of her body.
Great security she was.
‘We’ll be fine, Karli,’ she whispered. She narrowed her eyes against the glare, gazing around in a three-sixty-degree sweep. Surely somewhere there had to be something.
There were rough tracks leading in half a dozen directions from the siding. Nothing else.
No. Something.
There was definitely something, she thought as she came to the end of her sweep. Buildings? She wasn’t sure. It was too far to see.
She stared down at her half-sister in indecision. What to do?
There was little choice. They could stay on this platform with nothing to eat, and—worse—nothing to drink, and wait for the next train. That was the stuff of nightmares. Or they could walk to whatever it was on the horizon.
She thought back to literature she’d read when they were preparing for this trip. ‘In the case of breakdown in the Outback stay with your car,’ was the advice. ‘Tell people where you’re going. Your friends will send out a search party and they’ll find a car. They may well not find someone wandering in the desert.’
That was fine as far as advice went, she thought bitterly. But the only person who knew they were stuck here was Brian.
The vision of Brian’s face floated before her. She’d never seen such malice.
He’d do nothing. They’d walked into his con brilliantly. She knew he’d do nothing and the thought made her feel ill.
How could she ever have trusted him?
Let it go, she told herself. Don’t even think about it. We’re going to have to look after ourselves.
So what was new?
We need to wait, she told herself. She glanced at her watch. One o’clock. The heat was at its peak. ‘We’ll change into something sensible,’ she told Karli. ‘Then in a few hours we can head over and see whether that’s a house. If it’s not we can always come back. We can always…’
Always what?
Good question.
‘What will we do while we wait?’ Karli asked.
That was another good question. They had to do something. The alternative was thinking and who wanted to think?
‘We could make dust-castles,’ she suggested, and Karli looked doubtful.
‘You don’t make dust-castles. You make sandcastles.’
‘Yes, but that’s according to the rules,’ Jenna told her and she finally managed a smile. ‘We’re in unchartered
