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Post by patritter » Tue Jul 25, 2017 10:21 pm

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The tall gent walked to where Harry was seated, ‘I’m Ted Henderson, Eric the stock and station agent told me you might want a hand to take some sheep to Bourke’.
So this is Rose’s old man, Harry thought. ‘Five thousand head.’ Harry muttered.
‘I’ve never taken that many before. The last trip we went to Bourke was a thousand head. I have a family to help me. I think you’ve already met my daughter Rose.’
‘Yeah…yeah,’ what am I going to say to this fellow, Harry thought. I’ll treat him like anyone else until I know any different. He felt nervous and didn’t want to blow any chance he had with getting to better know Rose.
‘Do you know much about droving sheep…do you want a beer Ted?’ Harry said.
‘I don’t drink beer only rum.’ Ted remarked.
Harry ordered a beer and two rums.
‘No - only one rum for me thanks Harry.’ Ted replied.
‘I’m having a rum chaser.’ Harry replied.
‘What’s that?’ Ted wanted to know.
‘I’ll show you when the rums arrive.’ Harry replied in delight. The barman served two nips of rum and a glass of beer and placed them in front of Harry and Ted.
‘Take it out of my money thanks.’ Harry said. He scooped the glass of beer up in his right hand and swallowed half the contents. He replaced the glass on the bar and took the glass of rum and drew the contents to his lips and swallowed in one gulp. ‘That’s better.’ Harry mused, ‘I’ve certainly missed that.’
Ted and Harry drank into the night. Harry felt a little tipsy; Ted stood upright and didn’t appear to have had a drink. He looked sober. They spoke about the upcoming trip to Bourke with the sheep and Harry took the bit between his teeth and told Ted he was the Boss Drover and everything was under his control.
‘I’ll give you credit where credits due, Harry, you’re the Boss Drover because what I know about drover isn’t much to write home about.’ He was feeling a little tipsy but still held his own with Harry, ‘what about you come home to meet the family.’ Ted offered. Harry wasn’t sure if he wanted to meet the family in his present condition. In the end agreed.
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Post by patritter » Mon Jul 24, 2017 10:28 pm

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Eric, a stock and station agent in Cunnamulla knew Harry had returned from his trip and was looking for him to take another mob of sheep to Bourke. He met him at the Oxford Hotel which was around the corner from his sister Anna’s home. The Oxford Hotel was a common meeting place, where drovers, ringers and station hands gathered to enjoy their time in town and to spread any word about jobs in the area.
‘Harry, how’re you going?’ Eric greeted him when he walked through the open front door and saw Harry sitting at the bar with a beer in his hand.
‘Good mate –you got another mob?’ Harry said in an excited voice hoping to go droving soon because each day he sat in the pub drinking; he wasn’t being paid. He wanted to be back on the road.
‘Yeah, there’s five thousand head of sheep to take to Tancred’s. Can you handle it?’ He asked.
‘I’ll need more people to help, if you know of any.’
‘There’s a family named Henderson around the corner – they could help.’ Eric remarked. ‘Do you want me to see them?’
‘Yeah, if you would ask them, I’d be Boss Drover.’ This could be a way to met Rose again, Harry thought.
‘I’ll let you know.’ Eric left Harry to his beer.
Eric arranged for the Henderson family to work with Harry and to take the five thousand sheep from Cunnamulla to Tancred’s Meatworks at Bourke.
A couple of days later Harry was seated at the public bar at the Oxford Hotel when a tall gent walked into the bar. He was not recognized as one of the locals. Harry looked at the tall man and wondered who he was, he definitely wasn’t from around these parts, he thought.
‘Is Harry Williams here?’ the tall gent called out.
‘Yeah, I’m Harry Williams, what can I do for ya.’ Harry replied.
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Post by patritter » Sun Jul 23, 2017 10:17 pm

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When she heard the news she was devastated, but soon realised she would do anything to please her father.
Her Pa purchased a home on the outskirts of Cunnamulla joining the town common. It is an area of land provided by local town council for residents to run their own livestock.
The town common surrounded Cunnamulla. In the north the common ventured twenty-six miles north and three miles west bordered by the Warrego River that flowed through the town. Local people paid a small rent to the town ranger for the number of stock they ran on the common.
Rose thought about what her father told her and didn’t want to betray his trust. She was a young woman and had her own desires. From the moment she saw Harry Williams and shook his hand – she could not think of anyone else. Had she fallen in love with this rugged cowboy from the west? She wanted to visit him again and knew her father wouldn’t give his permission. All she could do was to look from afar.
Their mob of sheep was close enough she could see his silhouette in the fireplace at night and whisper to herself she wanted to visit his camp.
After delivering the sheep to Tancred’s meatworks on the outskirts of Bourke in New South Wales Harry returned to Cunnamulla.

Harry’s sister Anna lived on the northern end of the town near the Charleville Road. He used his sister’s home as his residence between trips.
Anna was married to a drover, Les Cameron; they had two boys and one girl. Two boys went with their father on droving trips about the district and were seldom home.
His mind was filled with Rose; perhaps he could bump into her around town someday and ask why she didn’t return to his camp. Along the trip he watched and hoped to see her again. Unfortunately he didn’t. He knew it was only a first time meeting but could it have been ‘love at first sight’, he thought.
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Post by patritter » Sat Jul 22, 2017 10:46 pm

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‘She’s preddy.’ Remarked Henry and both had a grin on their faces.
Rosemary’s family did live in Brisbane up until her father returned after fighting in the war. He was a returned soldier and wanted to escape the city. Rose was the second eldest of a family of six children, one sister and four brothers. When she returned to the camp her father said in a hash voice, ‘Where’ve you been girl?’
‘Pa, I went over to the camp over there and introduced myself. His name is Harry Williams and he’s got 1000 head and taking them to Bourke. He’s nice Pa.’
‘Stay away from him - you hear. You don’t know who he is; I don’t want you going near him again. Do you hear me?’ Her father bellowed.
‘Yes Pa,’ she replied in a low tone. Rosemary liked Harry right from the first time she laid eyes on him. He was the man she saw in her dreams, a country hero not afraid of anything or anyone, strong and knew what he wanted.
When her father told her they were moving to Cunnamulla, she didn’t know where Cunnamulla was, and had found it on a map. It was in the outback of Queensland. Her nightly dreams of living in the outback far away from her friends in Brisbane became a nightmare.
She loved her Pa but after he returned from the war he was a different person before he left. His manner had changed and now he was far distanced and unloving. Something happened to him in the war, she thought. She wanted her old Pa back and if it meant a move to Cunnamulla to have him back then she would do it.
It was on the night Rosemary celebrated her twenty-first birthday her father told guests and family he’d made his mind up to move his family to Cunnamulla and take up droving.
Everyone was shocked to hear the news, Rosemary especially, because she recently competed at the Mount Gravatt Show Jumping Competition and won first prize. She wanted to continue show jumping because she was good at it.
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Post by patritter » Fri Jul 21, 2017 11:11 pm

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She sat a horse well; her long raven black hair fell down her back. She wore an akubra hat curled up at the sides with a pink ribbon around its crown. The sun was slowly dropping on the horizon.
‘Great.’ He stammered, ‘what can I do for ya?’ was all he could muster.
‘My folks have the mob next to youse, I wanted to come over and have a chat, that’s all.’ She dismounted gracefully from her horse.
Harry noticed the style how she dismounted and knew this woman knew a thing or too about horses and riding. She wasn’t a western rider, as he’d seen in these parts of the country, but she had an ability to sit a horse rather well.
‘Harry Williams the name.’ He didn’t know whether to shake her hand or kiss her on the cheek. What Harry knew about women you could write on the back of a postage stamp.
‘Rosemary Henderson - I’m pleased to meet you Harry Williams.’ She said positively, putting her hand out to shake his. He complied. His mind in overdrive, this was a rose in full bloom.
‘Take up a stump,’ was all his mind could muster and thought all his Christmases had come at once? They talked about the weather and Harry discovered Rose was from the city of Brisbane; her parents recently moved to live in Cunnamulla.
Her father returned from the war and droving suited their lifestyle. He was pleased to hear her story; however his story was a little boring for all he’d done was droving and knew nothing else. He’d never been to the city nor ventured further than Bollon or Dirranbandi, only visited St George once.
She thanked Harry and left. He wanted to see her again.
‘Who was that Boss?’ Henry asked when he returned to the camp.
‘Rosemary Henderson – her father’s got that mob over there.’
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Post by patritter » Thu Jul 20, 2017 11:40 pm

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Chapter 4

Harry soon found sufficient work to carry him throughout the year along the stock route from Cunnamulla to Bourke. His father retired and settled in Bollon.
Harry hired an aborigine, Henry Shillington, as camp cook, who lived on the aboriginal reserve south of Cunnamulla. His tribe were one of the original aboriginal tribes before Cunnamulla was named, after the area was settled by whites in 1800’s at the time Cobb & Co used the town as a depot. Aboriginal meaning for the name of Cunnamulla is long stretch of water.
There were two aboriginal reserves, one on the north of town, known to the town folk as Paris, situated on the banks of the Warrego River; and the other, south of town in the sand hills, known as Hollywood. How they received these names is a mystery.
Aboriginal families didn’t live in the township, except for a couple of families, who had their own homes. On the reserves, aboriginals lived the best way they knew how.
Normal use for their home was a one thousand gallon water tank, cut in half, to use as shelter to accommodate two families or more if visitors arrived.
They cooked on an open fire at the front of their shelter and slept inside out of the weather. Over 200 families lived on the reserves. Most were happy living under these conditions. Some of the men folk worked on local sheep and cattle stations whilst others, like Henry followed droving employed as a cook or ringer to support their wife and children.

Harry was droving mobs of sheep from Cunnamulla to Bourke along the Warrego River four to five times a year. On one particular trip he and Henry were the only two in camp.
Harry recently purchased a Bedford Truck to use rather than the wagonette and celebrated his twenty-first birthday on the road.
Henry set up camp near water for the night, on the border of Queensland and New South Wales, opposite the town of Barringun; and prepared their dinner in a camp oven. Their meal was lamb chops; potato; unions and damper. He unloaded the swags from the truck and waited for his Boss to bring the mob of sheep into camp.
After the sheep were housed in the brake, Harry settled his dogs and returned to the camp. He was visited by a young woman riding a horse.
‘How ya going?’ came an unfamiliar voice. He looked at the rider, his mouth dropped; he felt a rush of blood to his brain. He’d never seen such a beautiful woman in these parts before. Words failed to enter his mind.
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Post by patritter » Wed Jul 19, 2017 10:35 pm

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Early the next morning Harry’s father left the camp and told the others he would catch up with them in a couple of days. None of the others knew what was happening, only Harry. He would follow his father’s suggestion and meet him on the boundary of ‘Ray Station’.

Harry’s father was waiting for the mob when they arrived at the gate to the boundary of ‘Ray Station’. He ushered them through and rode up to Harry, ‘I’ve got permission. We follow this road through the property and it’ll bring us out not far from Adavale.’
‘Great.’ Harry replied.
After a couple of weeks they arrived at Wakes Lagoon to meet the manager, who’d contacted the manager of Dyvenor Downs and arranged to pick up Davey, Malcolm and Snowy.
Before Harry and his father left to return to Cunnamulla they bid farewell to the three men and promised to catch up with them again if they were out that way. They thanked them for their help and a good drove.
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Post by patritter » Tue Jul 18, 2017 11:48 pm

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At the camp that night Harry whispered to his father, ‘do you know where to go from here?’
‘Yeah, I thought we’d bypass Quilpie though. Malcolm wasn’t feeling too well the other day after we left Toompine. It must have been the wind blowing the smell of alcohol across the plain. It affected him.’
‘Where do we go then?’
‘Across through Ray Station, it’s owned by the Tully family. They’ve owned it since Patsy Tully drove through these parts in 1853.’
‘How do you know all this?’
‘I listen a lot to others and they tell me. Anyway, its old folk lore that the Tully and Durack families discovered this area in the mid 1850’s and took up properties in the area. It’s history son.’
‘But that’s not the stock route.’
‘No – I’ll leave early in the morning and go to the homestead to speak with Mr Tully to see if we can go through ‘Ray Station’ to Adavale.’
‘Okay Dad, I’ll keep things going until you return. How long do you think you’d be away?’
‘A couple of days at the latest – just keep heading toward ‘Ray Station’, it’s on the Bulloo River but go around before you reach Quilpie. I’ll meet you at the boundary of ‘Ray Station’ in a couple of days.’
Harry felt better about leaving the stock route and getting away from Quilpie. His task was to see the sheep arrive at Wakes Lagoon in good order. If the men got pissed and didn’t work he wouldn’t be able to finish his job.
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Post by patritter » Mon Jul 17, 2017 11:09 pm

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When everyone was asleep he stole from his swag and crept across the ground to the open plain. Lights shone from the hotel windows and voices, he heard, sounded like fun.
To his surprise when he graced the bar of the hotel standing beside him was Malcolm.
‘What’re you doing here?’ Snowy asked.
‘Ya didn’t think I was going to miss out on an opportunity like this, did ya.’ His hand held a glass of cold beer about to be placed to his lips.
‘What about the Boss if he finds out.’
‘Are you going to tell him? We’ll be back before you know it. I’m only having a couple but the taste is too good. Hurry up or you’ll miss out.’
Both men drank glass after glass of beer until the barman shouted, ‘last drink gentlemen.’
‘We’d better have one for the road and get back to camp before we’re missed.’ Malcolm confided in Snowy.

Breakfast the next morning wasn’t cooked as well as previous mornings. The cook felt seedy.
‘What’s wrong with the breakfast Snowy? It tastes like crap.’ Harry shouted at Snowy and almost threw his plate at him.
‘I’m not feeling well this morning. Must be a bug.’ He replied.
‘Malcolm must have caught the same bug because he looks crook and seedy too.’
Harry knew what’d happened. He woke to see each one steal away from the camp the night before. He couldn’t do anything about it because Snowy was there as a volunteer cook and Malcolm was his father’s problem. His first lesson in droving was about to take place.
A stock route is two chains wide, the size of two cricket pitches placed length on length. Stock routes are designated for drovers to follow with their stock so they don’t need to go through a property. If they enter a property they need to go to the owner to seek their permission and have someone accompany them while they cross in case the drover takes a sheep by mistake. It was a common saying in the bush to invite your neighbour over for a meal to eat their own meat.
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Post by patritter » Sun Jul 16, 2017 11:17 pm

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‘I found an old saucepan down on the rubbish dump and cut a spoon shape from the base; welded it on the inside of the hind racing plate. I forged from an old mill rod, the same shape as the racing plate, raised one end and nothing on the opposite end, like a bevel. I made one for each shoe and nailed them to her hind hooves. This forced her hocks apart. It was like having a medicine shoe if you had a crook foot. Anyway it worked and she didn’t knock her hocks and she ran like the wind and won.’
‘I’ve never heard of doing that. It’s great to know. Would you go back to training race horses?’
‘Not now – you never know where your next quid is coming from. It’s too risky.’

Finally they reached the northern boundary of Dyvenor Downs property and continued their journey on the stock route to Toompine along the Bulloo River.
Across the open plains grew rich Mitchell grass, gidgee, box, mulga and gum trees. The musical sound of the kookaburras and galahs broke the monetary of the drove with the far off sound of the crow.
Toompine is a one horse town or better still a one hotel town with a menagerie of different animals such as donkeys; emus; wild camels and every other animal that survived Norah’s Ark.
The one good thing was the hotel. It was the only hotel in the wilderness of the west.
‘Ya reckon we could have a beer Harry?’ Snowy asked at the camp fire that night. ‘The hotel’s just over there?’
‘Sorry Snowy. No grog in the camp. I’m too young to drink and you’re too old to get drunk and wake up in the morning with a headache; we don’t get our cooking done.’ This was the first firm decision Harry made whilst Boss Drover.
They were camped about a quarter of a mile from the pub and being this close was too much for Snowy not to go and have a beer. He wasn’t an alcoholic but after hot days and cold nights he needed something to quench his thirst.
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Post by patritter » Sat Jul 15, 2017 10:59 pm

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‘Yeah, we thought in the top paddock near McIntyre Creek. It’s got plenty of feed and the creek’s running with plenty of water.’ Harry echoed.
‘How old are you Harry? Aren’t you a bit young to be droving?’ Charley wanted to know.
‘I turned 17 the other day and me Dad’s with me. He’s got half the mob and I’ve got the other half. We keep them separated and use the same camp at night.’ He told Charley. Harry thought it was none of his business. He was sticking his nose in where it’s wasn’t wanted.
‘I’ll get back to the mob. Nice meeting you Charley.’

With the mob bedded down for the night in the brake Harry sat with the others around the camp fire. They’d progressed well for the first couple of days with little or no mishaps.
‘Davey, what’d you do before you worked here?’ Harry wanted to know.
‘Trained a horse, that’s what I did.’ Davey shared.
‘What type of horse?’ Harry asked inquisitively.
His knowledge of training horses was to make sure they were fed each day and worked hard.
‘Thoroughbred horse – race horse, you know those ones that run round a racetrack.’
‘How’d go – did you win any races?’
‘Yeah – I had a mare named Silver Wattle, a grey four year old that won a couple of races in Quilpie.’
‘What happened to your training?’
‘I run out of money.’
‘Didn’t your horse win races?’
‘Oh yeah – but the cost of racing is dear. When I first got the mare she wasn’t much good, but I knew she had potential. Her back hocks hit each time she got into a hard gallop.’
‘How did you fix it?’
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Post by patritter » Fri Jul 14, 2017 11:11 pm

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‘What’re you going to do – come with us all of the way or head back to the homestead?’ Harry asked Snowy when he stopped for lunch.
‘I don’t know. There haven’t been too many dog tracks around the water holes so if you’ll have me, I’ll carry on doing what I’m doing – is that alright?’ He asked Harry.
‘Right by me, you’d better let the old man know? You know what he’s like when I make a decision and he doesn’t know about it.’
‘I’ll let him know. It’ll be good to see some country north of this place. I’ve been here a long time.’ Snowy finished.
In the distance Harry saw dust from a horse and rider. Wonder who he is? Harry thought when the horse and rider came closer.
Horse and rider stayed clear of the mob and came up to where Harry was at the camp.
‘Hi there, Charley Robinson’s the name – you must be Harry Williams, I’m boundary rider here on McIntyre, g’day Snowy – how ya going you ole bugger?’ The male rider called out.
He climbed down from his horse and shook hands with Harry and Snowy, ‘pleased to meet you and good to see you – you ole bugger. How’re the dogs treating ya?’ He said in his western drawl.
‘Ya going to have a bite to eat?’ Harry asked.
‘I wouldn’t mind – the missus made me lunch so I can share a cup of tea with ya, if that’s okay.’
‘Get it out of the billy on the fire – I’m not ya missus.’ Snowy scorned.
Charley was a thin man, in his early forties, his face worn by the sun and wind. It was his tenth year working on the property as boundary rider on the out-station McIntyre. He was a happy man with a loving family and content with his station in life.
‘So you’re camping the night Harry?’ Charley asked.
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Post by patritter » Thu Jul 13, 2017 11:14 pm

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‘Where did you think we were going?’ Harry asked.
‘Through Dyvenor – join the Bulloo River then onto Toompine to Quilpie and finish off through Adavale and to Wakes Lagoon. Does that suit you?’ Anger began to seep into his mind, his hands felt moist; his heart beat faster. He didn’t want to get angry because what was the point way out in the bush. Let the boy have his say – how can he learn if he doesn’t make a few mistakes.
‘Yeah – that’s about right.’ Harry wasn’t certain how his father worked out where to go. His knowledge was listening to others because he couldn’t read a map and only knew where the stock routes were by following the signs which he found difficult to understand and read.
‘If that’s all then we’d better get some sleep. It’s a big day tomorrow. Good night Harry.’

Before daylight broke the next morning Harry had taken down the brake and let the sheep go in the direction of McIntyre paddock. He’d finished his breakfast which Snowy cooked, chops and gravy with a hot pannikin of black tea filled his stomach.
Whistling his dogs Davey joined him, ‘where’re we off to today Boss?’ Davey asked.
‘We’ll try and reach McIntyre and camp the night at the top paddock.’ He answered. He felt good when Davey called him ‘Boss’.
‘We’ll get on with it then. I’ll go out on the wing.’
‘Okay, I’ll keep behind. See ya around smoko time.’
The sheep spread across the Mitchell grass plains. Slowly they filled their stomachs with the rich protein of the grass which grew like lucerne growing on the Darling Downs. Harry had never seen lucerne growing on the Downs because he’d never travelled further east than St George, but he promised himself one day, he would go further than St George to see what everyone talked about.
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Post by patritter » Wed Jul 12, 2017 11:30 pm

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Chapter 3

‘What was your day like Harry?’ His father asked him after they settled around the camp fire.
‘Yeah, okay – didn’t have too much trouble.’ He replied not wanting to give much away. It was kind of him to ask.
‘Tomorrow, we’ll go through McIntyre paddock; and follow the bore drain to the end. We’ll camp on the boundary near McIntyre Creek. There should be plenty of good feed and water. Charley Robinson, he’s the boundary rider should be there about.’
Charley Robinson was employed by the property for running the out-station McIntyre. He lived with his wife and his children in a boundary rider’s hut. The hut, the size of a large shed with only a couple of bedrooms; kitchen and outside toilet and laundry.
His job, to ride the boundary fence and mend any broken wire caused by kangaroos or emus; and to clear the bore drain, to allow the water to flow, so sheep didn’t die of thirst. Yearly, he helped with the muster of sheep for shearing, lamb marking and mulesing.
Mulesing was necessary because sheep would get fly-blown or fly-strike during the hot summer months. When the sheep was a lamb, about two months old, being castrated and earmarked, the operator used a pair of hand shears to cut the skin of the lamb, from each back hock; slice the skin down through to the buttock. The operator applied a powder to the open wound to help it heal.
By removing this skin, wool didn’t grow and therefore piss and dung wouldn’t stick to the wool to attract the fly. It was developed in 1927 to reduce fly-strike on the animal.
‘Wait a minute, aren’t I the Boss Drover with my mob. Shouldn’t I be making the decisions on where we’re going?’ Harry made a statement to his father.
‘Yeah…well you’re still a bit wet behind the ears, son, before you go making these decisions. Anyway where did you think you bloody well would go then?’ His father wasn’t used to being told about droving. He’d been droving most of his life and knew the craft inside out and back to front.
‘I had an idea, that’s all.’ Harry replied solemnly. He was taking the bit between his teeth to speak back to his father this way.
‘Were you going to tell me before we headed off tomorrow?’
‘Yeah – just before we left, at breakfast.’
‘Okay then as long as we are both going in the same direction – that’s all.’
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