Morning now and Ghan workers had started packing their tents. The canvas walls, which had been their home for the past two weeks, were being folded and rolled, their stakes pulled from the ground.
The workers moved efficiently, their movements quick. They had done this many times before, had packed up and moved on to the next project. But there was a different energy in the air this time, a sense of finality that had not been present before.
After Two weeks here. This project was done, and they were proud of what they had accomplished.
The tents were wrapped up, their poles tied together with leather straps. The tools were gathered, their blades cleaned and oiled, their handles inspected for cracks.
The wagons were loaded, their beds filled with equipment and supplies. The horses, which had been resting and feeding for the past two weeks, were brought out from the stables, their coats glossy, their eyes bright.
