Part road trip, part murder mystery, this compelling and creative account embarks on an enthralling journey through time, along an infamous road in Australia known as the Horror Stretch. Winding through the frontier territory of central Queensland, this long and lonely stretch is the scene of brutal history, where death, mayhem, and a myriad of murders—casual and callous—have taken place. Ross Gibson drives readers along this dangerous route through the badlands and across two centuries into the realms of myth, magic, narcissism, and genocide, ultimately painting a grisly picture of Australia's history.
A middle-aged widower, Eaton had recently married Margaret O'Neale Timberlake, the daughter of a Washington tavern keeper. Her first marriage had been to a ...
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Lt. John Timberlake was smitten, talked her into marrying him, and then was forced to leave his bride for an extended naval voyage.
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