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FLY TO ME
BY
KAROLE KENNEDY
When tragic circumstances force
Johno Masterton to care for his unwed sister and family farm in the harsh
Australian outback, he fights despair and frustration. He yearns to follow
his lifelong dream to be a pilot, but can see no way until a freak accident
frees him from his responsibilities.
His life takes yet another
unexpected turn. He doesn't bank on falling in love with one of the
townships' nurses, Emma Jacobs, and embarking on a long distance
relationship.
Emma and Johno's relationship is
thwarted from the beginning with complicated decisions and slowly revealed
secrets unfold, bringing to them both tears and gut wrenching soul
searching. Through months of flying back and forth from the Northern part of
Australia to Melbourne, Johno realized where his heart lays and does
everything within his power, with the help of God to bring peace and
happiness to both him and the woman he loves.
ISBN: 1-978-1-935048-36-7
1-935048-36-8
Word Count: 88,000
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EXCERPT
Chapter One
Johno stood on the veranda of his homestead and
stared
listlessly out at the vast,
desolate plains his father had left him in this dried and sun burnt
country. The stifling heat
enveloped him as he shut
his eyes and listened to the sounds of the outback.
Above the lonely whisper of the wind, flies
mercilessly buzzed around him, attracted by the human sweat that was
unavoidable in this heat. Johno waved his hand to stop them from
landing; an automatic action used by everyone and deemed the Aussie
wave.
Opening his eyes, he looked at the cracked, red
ground. It screamed for water. Every so often a small spiral of red dust
gathered in a foot high twister as the hot wind assaulted the sun-baked
ground. Now it was nothing more than a haven for ants and insects
scurrying to seek shelter from the burning sun. Even the dead grass had
dissipated in the hot winds.
A distant, deep rumbling sound aroused his
curiosity, and he turned to see dark clouds billowing on the horizon.
The contrasted sharply with the vivid blue sky and blazing sun and were
charged with electricity, swirling dangerously as they gained momentum.
He wondered if these clouds would bring rain or the
usual teasing, waterless
thunderstorm.
A remorseful sigh escaped him as he threw his Bible
onto the swinging chair, totally disillusioned. “God, why do you leave
us like this? Give us rain! I have prayed, and you haven’t answered.”
Maybe there isn’t a God after all. With a heavy heart and feeling very
isolated, he pushed his Bible aside and sat on the swinging chair to put
his work boots on, his feet already feeling hot and swollen. But he knew
from experience, his boots were needed to protect him, not only from the
elements, but also from the biting ants and various other insects. Not
to mention snakes that lurked, sunning themselves in unsuspecting
places.
Walking towards his trail bike, he pushed his
Akubra up off his forehead, remembering his father’s words when he asked
what an Akubra was. His father had told him Akubra was an Aboriginal
name for head covering. Looks like a cowboy hat to me. After trying to
start his bike three times, he hit the handlebars in frustration. I hate
this life! The silence was broken by the sound of the engine finally
crackling through the air, scaring off the numerous birds seeking refuge
in the scant gum trees. Johno, seeing a movement out the corner of his
eye, turned. Janey, waddling toward him looking very pregnant, called
his name.
“Johno! Wait. You forgot your cold water. A man can
die of thirst in this heat.”
Taking the bottle, he nodded thanks and noticed
Janey stood lingering. He paused before revving the bike. He knew what
was coming, and he felt his temper rising.
“I thought I might take the truck, get some
supplies from
town and pick up the mail.
Is that okay?”
“Janey, I said rest! No, don’t go gallivanting out
in the truck alone. What if something happens?
“Johno, I need some company! I’m going stir crazy
out here alone!”
“You are almost nine months pregnant for goodness
sake! Stay home, please! I have enough on my plate without having to
worry about you driving out here alone.” He revved the bike, drowning
out her whines of protest.
The wheels of the bike flew into motion and stirred
the red dust as he traveled down the pothole-ridden road.
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