‘I—I just came,’ he said, and squatted down beside the fire.
‘He has gone after you, Rex.’
‘I suppose.’
‘He’ll come back.’
Rex stared at her dully. ‘Very likely,’ he said.
‘Don’t you realize what it means, Rex? The man is crazy. He says he will kill you, because he don’t want you here.’
‘That meat is burning, isn’t it?’
‘He said it was horse meat. But don’t you understand, Rex? That man will come back and kill you.’
‘No, he won’t.’
Rex got to his feet and picked up a stone about the size of a baseball, swinging it in his hand to test the weight.