Michelle Ann Ovenden

The Ghost Gate

"The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window." It was one of those dark blue nights that lay hushed and still. Any sudden movement threatened to shatter the cold, icy air. A three-quarter moon sailed in a cloudless sky. Its pale light dimly illuminated the track that meandered, here again, gone again, from the little pub in Goondaburra township to Glenmorris Station.