Re: Pat Ritter. Books
Posted: Sun Apr 26, 2015 9:58 pm
'Click Go The Shears':
‘Mate, we’re here to witness Jackie Howe break a record for shearing tomorrow. Wouldn’t want to miss it. We’ve come from all over the district’. The stranger told Joe.
‘This way you fellars, follow me,’ Jackie called to his four companions. They walked toward the shearing quarters Jackie threw his swag on the veranda, ‘I’m sleeping out here.’
‘I’ll join you if you don’t mind,’ Joe said and threw his swag along the veranda, Harold joined them, ‘hate sleeping in those small rooms’, Joe finished.
The crowd of men walked toward the shearing quarters, one called, ’we got a book going Jackie, if you’re interested, reckon you can’t shear three hundred sheep tomorrow in eight hours.’
‘What’re the odds?’ Jackie called back standing on the edge of the veranda.
‘Five to one’.
‘I’ll take a hundred.’ Jackie called back, took his wallet from his pocket and handed the caller five twenty pound notes. The caller handed Jackie a ticket.
Suddenly a roar from the gathered crowd erupted when men swamped the caller to place their bets, fists filled with pound notes being pushed toward the bookmaker. Joe and Harold followed the others to place their bets on Jackie.
After a meal at the kitchen they returned to the veranda, ‘catch up with you fellars in the morning, got to get a good night’s sleep before tomorrow.’ Jackie lay on his swag and was soon asleep.
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‘Mate, we’re here to witness Jackie Howe break a record for shearing tomorrow. Wouldn’t want to miss it. We’ve come from all over the district’. The stranger told Joe.
‘This way you fellars, follow me,’ Jackie called to his four companions. They walked toward the shearing quarters Jackie threw his swag on the veranda, ‘I’m sleeping out here.’
‘I’ll join you if you don’t mind,’ Joe said and threw his swag along the veranda, Harold joined them, ‘hate sleeping in those small rooms’, Joe finished.
The crowd of men walked toward the shearing quarters, one called, ’we got a book going Jackie, if you’re interested, reckon you can’t shear three hundred sheep tomorrow in eight hours.’
‘What’re the odds?’ Jackie called back standing on the edge of the veranda.
‘Five to one’.
‘I’ll take a hundred.’ Jackie called back, took his wallet from his pocket and handed the caller five twenty pound notes. The caller handed Jackie a ticket.
Suddenly a roar from the gathered crowd erupted when men swamped the caller to place their bets, fists filled with pound notes being pushed toward the bookmaker. Joe and Harold followed the others to place their bets on Jackie.
After a meal at the kitchen they returned to the veranda, ‘catch up with you fellars in the morning, got to get a good night’s sleep before tomorrow.’ Jackie lay on his swag and was soon asleep.
TO PURCHASE THIS BOOK PLEASE CLICK ONTO THIS LINK: http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/497192