AEM Denard

New Beginnings

‘I shouldn’t have done it,’ Jane sighed to herself as the rickety cart thumped over the muddy ridges left by yesterday’s Cobb and Co mail run, ‘but it’s done now, and it can’t be undone.’ Looking back over her shoulder at the barely visible sea of grubby white tents flapping in the summer breeze, she resolved that there would be no more looking back, and turned away from the goldfields of Victoria, her past, and her marriage to Denis Fagan, the sparkly-eyed, champagne tongued Irish gold miner who had lost himself in the booze and despair of many a destitute miner on the Ballarat diggings.