Zanadu

What do you get when you combine a phonetically spelt outback station, a sarcastic ex-Detective with the last name Standononeleg, a tag-a-long named Duncan and a clapped out old ute? A Queenslander’s idea of humour, a sheep or two and a kangaroo, too many cups of tea, and a murder most foul (and covered in red dust. Everything is covered in red dust there. Check your grundies). You will need to read the rest of the story or the author will make me cark it in the next one.