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leave during the night and go to
her sister’s place, in Cairns” she admitted, crying again.
    “Won’t they follow
you?” Michael asked.
    “They probably
won’t even know that we’re missing for a few days. My step father is always
drunk and he sometimes punches my mother if she doesn’t do as he asks” she
mentioned, beginning to calm down. “This might be the last day we see each other,
Michael.”
    “I have read in a
magazine that addiction is a complex disorder characterized by compulsive drug
use. While each drug produces different physical effects, all abused substances
share one thing in common; repeated use can alter the way the brain looks and
functions. Changes in their brain interfere with their ability to think
clearly, exercise good judgment, control their behaviour, and feel normal
without drugs” Michael said, remembering the story in the magazine his
grandfather always read.
    Time Magazine had
some stories he liked, but mostly it’s full of politics, which he didn’t like.
Occasionally a story or article caught his eye, but mostly he didn’t read it
right through. Michael hoped the large words he used would make him sound older
and it would ease her despair.
    “I think that you
and your mother should leave as soon as possible” he suggested.
    “Well I better go
back” she whispered.
    “I walk back with
you” he said.
    “That would be
nice, Michael. Thank you that” she said.
     
    They wandered back
along Loam Island until they reached the, now quiet, sand mining road. It was
an extremely hot and dry afternoon and the columns of heat waves rose steadily,
but they continued on. Five minutes later Sally and Michael reached the main
road and they were walking along the side track to Sally’s house, when a group
of motorcycles pulled up alongside them. The noise from the twenty-one motorcycles
was overwhelming, but the gang all shut their Harleys down so that their leader
could talk.
    “Where are your
brothers, bitch” the leader of the Renegades asked when he stopped his Harley
Davidson motorcycle.
    “They’re…They’re at
home” she stuttered.
    “Well they’re not
there now. They have our merchandise and we want it. Do you know where they
could have gone, Sally?” he asked, less aggressively now as he approached us.
     
    “They were talking
about going to the pub and they normally drink at the Vale Hotel. They could be
there” she admitted nervously.
    “We need some
insurance, so you both are coming with us. Frank, can you grab the girl and
Jake, you grab the boy” he ordered as he reached out to hold her arm.
    “Run Sally” Michael
shouted as he ran back down the river.
    “Go after him,
Jake” ordered Wayne.
    Michael ran for his
life down the track until he reached the dirt road leading to the river. He
could hear the roar of a motorcycle getting closer, but Michael kept running as
hard as he could. The biker was closing in as he jumped into the long grass and
rolled down a washout. He knew the river intimately, so he jumped up quickly
and pushed further into the grass. The washout would stop the rider from
following him on his bike, but he would continue to hunt Michael on foot. He
knew of several of several areas where the water had scoured away the soil from
river bank, leaving behind deep underscores or caves under the tree roots.
    “Stop kid or you
will cop it when I catch you” he shouted.
    “Fuck you” Michael
retaliated.
    The biker’s heavy
boots didn’t allow him to run quickly, so Michael slowly gained some distance
between them. Michael knew they couldn’t see each other, due to the long guinea
grass, but he could hear his panting and cursing getting softer.
    “You little shit!
You better stop now” he cursed again.
    Michael plunged
into his hide-hole, aware that the biker may have heard him.
    “I’m going to find
you, you little piece of shit” he shouted in-between gulps of air, somewhere
above Michael’s head. Slowly he heard the biker move