Sam s YearChapter 4 Mintabie
There was an old Cessna 280 Caravan on the tarmac when Susan dropped Sam at the airfield. “Call me if you get to Adelaide,” she said. “Number in the book?” “I dropped a card in your swag.” “It’ll be a while.” “That’s OK.” She drove off in a cloud. Sam walked over and introduced himself to two men. “I’m Wings, he’s Doc.” “I think I can guess what you each do.” “You’re headin’ for Mintabie?” “Yes.” “We’ll only be on the ground for a few minutes, loading a patient. Then we’re off due...