can go say our own goodbye.â Gabe looked at Tara intently. âI donât know what happened that day. You have been really quiet with the details, and I havenât pushed you to tell me anything. But you can, when the time is right. I know the police tracked the shooter to where he climbed into a bakkie , and tracked the spoor of the bakkie all the way to the tar road. Then they lost it.â
âGabe, can I trust you?â
âYou know you can. Spill â¦â
âItâs so hard ⦠I donât know who killed them, but if I tell about it all, someone who might know, they may die too. Iâm not a killer, Gabe, and neither is he. He saved me, he opened the gate. So I made a promise not to tell.â
âYou know that could mean your father and uncleâs murderer will always be out there?â
She nodded. âThey will get justice when Iâm older. Dad always said that justice comes in many different ways, and at many different times.â
âOh Tara, how is that youâre only twelve and yet you understand so much in that head of yours?â
âMaybe because Iâve got smarts!â She laughed at her cousin and knew that heâd never tell her secret. It was safe.
âSo much has changed so fast, Gabe,â she whispered. âItâs all happening too fast.â
âChanges arenât all bad.â
âSo far they are. Mum selling the farm, us moving into the city, and then us moving countries so fast. Going to South Africa will be horrid.â
âHey, South Africa isnât that bad. Iâm twenty, and until I started university there two years ago, I had never even been out of Zimbabwe! Treat it as an adventure. Something new. Something different. I felt like that when I started at university. It was so big, so different.â
âThat doesnât count. You come home for holidays, and then we see you. Your university is in Stellenbosch and my mumâs family is in Durban. When will we ever see you? I donât want to go live anywhere else, I want to live here, Gabe. I just want to stay here.â
âI know, but your mum canât manage this farm alone. Thatâs why she sold it.â
âShe chose not to manage it. She did most of the work when Dad was working in the city every day, and when he was in the army. I donât understand why she suddenly canât do it anymore.â
âI donât know. Sometimes adults do these weird things.â
âShe sold everything without even talking to me and Dela. She never even asked if I wanted to keep anything from here. I have nothing, Gabe. Nothing that belonged to Dad or to Uncle Jacob. She took it all and sold it. My dad wasnât dead for two weeks and sheâd sold everything. She couldnât wait to wash her hands of Whispering Winds. To get rid of every memory of Dad.â
Gabe gently placed his hand on the back of her head. âThere are so many things here that I want to take home too, but they donât belong to your family anymore. They are Potgieterâs now.â
âMy horse â she sold my Elliana and Dadâs Apache without even seeing if we could keep them in the city somewhere, like at the showgrounds, or on someone elseâs place. Or take them to SouthAfrica with us. What am I supposed to do in South Africa, Gabe? I canât even speak Afrikaans!â
âThere are people there who speak English too. I donât know her reasons for not asking you about what you wanted. I think this weekend is her way of saying sorry, that she was wrong. At least she let you come out here with me. Itâs our weekend to say goodbye to your dad and Uncle Jacob, to the farm and the horses, and also to each other, because I donât know when next Iâll see you in South Africa. I promise that we can stay in touch by letters and by phone.â
âPromise me youâll never turn weird like my mum,