Prologue Australia, 1847 Bryce Hester stopped for a moment to catch his breath as he worked in the late morning sun. He removed his dirty grey tattered hat from his head and wiped away the sweat that coursed down his face in small rivulets. He beat the hot air with the brim of his hat to create a momentary breeze against his face. It provided only temporary relief from the heat and dryness. Hester glanced up at the bright sun. It appeared to be at its zenith. Lunch time wa



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