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Mr Last shoved his hand into the rabbit’s stomach and pulled out its innards, dropping the bloody mess into the bucket on the floor. ‘Ain’t no one gonna steal it out here.’
‘No, of course not.’ Dave looked at Anna and shrugged. He didn’t know what to say next, to leave the shed without being rude or ungrateful.
‘Just force of habit that’s all,’ Anna said. ‘Dave, let’s check how much damage the bird has done.’
‘Best you be inside before the sun goes down. There’s a pack of dingos out there. They’ve been killing everything in the area.’
‘Right,’ Dave said. ‘Won’t be long then.’ Anna felt Dave’s hand push the middle of her back to prompt her to move. They didn’t speak until they were standing next to the plane.
‘He’s terrifying,’ Anna said.
‘For the first time in my life, I’m going to agree with you.’
‘What are we going to do?’
Mr Last walked out of the shed with his bucket of innards. He placed the bucket down and lit a cigarette as he watched them. Dave walked around to the propeller, pretending to inspect the damage. Anna edged closer to him, worried the wind might take their conversation to Mr Last.
‘Technically, the propeller needs changing.’ He reached into the intake and yanked on the bird. ‘If I can get this out whole, maybe I won’t need to do too much more.’
