"Fuck." The word escaped from his lips, the tone, defeated. Only seconds earlier, in the emerging light of dawn, Mark had struggled with the realisation that his livelihood had disappeared, overnight.

"Those little pricks!" Determination now creeping into his voice. His dad had worked hard, and he had worked hard right alongside him. Like many Aussies, he had developed a tenacious blend of optimism and stubborness that would see him through this latest crisis. Surveying his now empty shed, he turned and headed back to the house.