"This is a true story of my sister Daisy and my cousin Gracie and me when we were little." "Our people, the Jigalong mob, we were desert people then, walking all over our land." "My mum told me about how the white people came to our country." "They made a storehouse here at Jigalong." "Brought clothes and other things: flour, tobacco, tea." "Gave them to us on ration day." "We came there, made a camp nearby." "They were building a long fence." "My dad was a white man working on that fence." "The white people called me a half-caste." "See that bird?" "That's the Spirit Bird." "He will always look after you." "Hey, granddaughter, watch where you run." "You kids will destroy the tracks." "He's here somewhere." "Keep looking." "Maybe over there." "Here they are." "Look." "He's going this way." "See the tracks?" "Here, here. ln the tree." "Watch out for his claws." "Good hunters in this family." "You're growing up fast, Molly." "That's them." "Molly's the big one." "The little one's her sister Daisy." "The middle one's their cousin, Gracie." " What about the fathers?" " Moved on." " l catch 'em goanna." " Molly got goanna!" "Bring it here." "Fat one!" "Molly, hide those kids." "Police looking for half-castes." "New clothes." "We walked for nine weeks, a long way, all the way home." "Then we went straight away and hid in the desert." "Got married." "I had two baby girls." "Then they took me and my kids back to that Moore River place." "And I walked all the way back to Jigalong again, carrying Annabella, the little one." "When she was three, that Mr Neville took her away." "I've never seen her again." "Gracie is dead now." "She never made it back to Jigalong." "Daisy and me, we're here, living in our own country, Jigalong." "We're never going back to that place."