The sound of a twig snapping from somewhere behind made the girls freeze.
‘Did you hear that?’ Cecilia tugged on the back of Gypsy’s shirt again. ‘Someone’s out here – with us.’
‘Stop being such a baby,’ Scarlett groaned from the front. ‘It’ll just be a fox, or a wallaby.’
‘Probably only a possum,’ Gypsy agreed, brushing away the trembling hand that was resting on her left shoulder. She hoped her friend couldn’t feel her own steadily increasing pulse.
In silence the trio continued along the sandy track, weaving their way through the native shrubbery, inhaling the familiar, comforting scent of tea-tree. For most of their journey they relied on the dim light from the night sky to guide them, but at times, like now, it was pitch black, the dense canopy of moonah trees enveloping them in darkness…
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