Re: Pat Ritter. Books
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'The Year That Never Was' - Page 22:
‘Good names. Suits each horse. How long before you return to the homestead?’ Nat asked.
‘A couple of days. Going to try the saddles tomorrow. We’ll ride them back to the homestead. Lead the other two. Why?’ Joe inquired.
‘I received a letter from The Honourable Joseph Ryan, Esquire, MLA asking if you have recruited any volunteers for South Africa yet?’ Nat expressed.
‘Bloody hell. He hasn’t changed much, has he? Still bullying his way like a bull charging through a china shop. Write back to tell him, we’ll be on time.’ Joe’s anger showed.
‘He wants you to go by train to Brisbane. He’s arranged a special train for ‘Boer War’ volunteers from Cunnamulla to Brisbane. Spreading the news along the line. More the merrier he says.’ Nat finished. ‘Martha packed food for both of you for a couple of days. I’ll catch up with you both when you return to the homestead.’ Nat unpacked the food. Untied the horse. ‘Catch up with you both later.’ His words vanished into the wind as he drove the sulky toward the homestead.
‘What about The Honourable Joseph Ryan, Esquire, MLA? He’s sucked me in again.’ Joe muttered.
‘This is a huge task for him to gather volunteers to fight in another country. Think he’s doing the right thing?’ Billy answered. ‘I’ll put the billy on.’
Joe followed Billy to their makeshift camp in amongst the mulga. ‘You still want to come? Don’t you Billy.’ Joe asked his friend.
‘Bloody oath mate. We’re in this together.’ Billy soon had a fire going with the billy beginning to boil. ‘I’ll make a cuppa. Have a look what food the missus sent us.’ Billy made two pannikins of tea. Handed one to Joe. ‘Here’s a biscuit.’
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‘Good names. Suits each horse. How long before you return to the homestead?’ Nat asked.
‘A couple of days. Going to try the saddles tomorrow. We’ll ride them back to the homestead. Lead the other two. Why?’ Joe inquired.
‘I received a letter from The Honourable Joseph Ryan, Esquire, MLA asking if you have recruited any volunteers for South Africa yet?’ Nat expressed.
‘Bloody hell. He hasn’t changed much, has he? Still bullying his way like a bull charging through a china shop. Write back to tell him, we’ll be on time.’ Joe’s anger showed.
‘He wants you to go by train to Brisbane. He’s arranged a special train for ‘Boer War’ volunteers from Cunnamulla to Brisbane. Spreading the news along the line. More the merrier he says.’ Nat finished. ‘Martha packed food for both of you for a couple of days. I’ll catch up with you both when you return to the homestead.’ Nat unpacked the food. Untied the horse. ‘Catch up with you both later.’ His words vanished into the wind as he drove the sulky toward the homestead.
‘What about The Honourable Joseph Ryan, Esquire, MLA? He’s sucked me in again.’ Joe muttered.
‘This is a huge task for him to gather volunteers to fight in another country. Think he’s doing the right thing?’ Billy answered. ‘I’ll put the billy on.’
Joe followed Billy to their makeshift camp in amongst the mulga. ‘You still want to come? Don’t you Billy.’ Joe asked his friend.
‘Bloody oath mate. We’re in this together.’ Billy soon had a fire going with the billy beginning to boil. ‘I’ll make a cuppa. Have a look what food the missus sent us.’ Billy made two pannikins of tea. Handed one to Joe. ‘Here’s a biscuit.’
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