A flat, dry landscape stretches beyond a cow skull staring up from the cracked mud, as the rusted tin blades on a disused windmill scrape around in the hot air. In the distance, a ruddy-faced farmer holds secrets behind his failed wheat crop. Somewhere, there’s a dead body, and when it’s discovered all hell will break loose in the small town up the road.
Welcome to outback noir. You know the scene so well you could probably have a crack at plotting out the rest of this story; yet ditching the tropes might just land you a book deal.
