They arrived in Bulinga late on the Friday afternoon. Sitting side by side on the stiff hard seat of the wagonette, they drove down the long dusty road that wound into the valley. Trailing them, the kelpie trotted thin-eyed through the dust disturbed by the plodding hoofs of the tired grey gelding and the creaking wheels of the ancient wagonette. In the back of the cart, home-wrapped in hessian and covered by canvas, was everything the Carmodys owned.