The boarding house stood on the edge of Boulder, its corrugated iron roof catching the last rays of sunlight like copper pennies. It was a place of openness and honesty in a hard world, an island sanctuary amongst the poppet heads and rusty iron that defined the gold¿ fields. Here, the Butler family kept their doors open to miners, drifters, and dreamers-anyone who needed a bed and a warm meal in the unforgiving desert land¿ scape of Western Australia. It was into this world, in April of 1926, that murder would come. But the seeds of that murder had been planted years before, in the mud of France, where good men had learned the price of survival.
Bitte wählen Sie Ihr Anliegen aus.
Rechnungen
Retourenschein anfordern
Bestellstatus
Storno







