Wallaby’s been in the night, leaving a cabbage leaf trail and specks of blood. Miller follows the trail and behind an upturned boat finds its corpse, swarming in flies, dried blood coating bared teeth. Fetching a blunt old spade minus handle Miller tries to dig holes but the ground’s stone-baked so he gives up and places patches of spinifex on the body, knowing the ants are closing in.
“Ten Thousand Hours” was a very striking story; its plot is masterfully conducted; the setting is oppressive but never stagnant, as the story ultimately has an interesting twist." - The New Yorker.