Richard Anderson is a second generation farmer from northern New South Wales. He has been running a beef-cattle farm for twenty-five years, but has also worked as a miner and had a stint on the local council.
This is the latest in the rural noir pile, and 50 or so pages in feels like a very good entry indeed.
From the Blurb:
Perhaps if Sweetapple hadn’t stopped to help the idiots who had just near run him off the road in their ute, things may have gone entirely differently.