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<DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>Thats where all this doughs coming from that Cabell
is spendingon fences and stables. He shuffled a pack of greasy cards and dealt five
of them toGeoffrey and five to himself. You think its mad, do you, Jerry Coyle
said.</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>I dont want to ride it at all, James said, and
hurried away.</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>But no man ever told me I was a bad shearerbefore,
boss.</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>Howincontrovertibly right it made that rage
seem.</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>Herprecocious eyes glittered against her hollow
face with its highcheekbones and wide mouth. And Cabells one of them thathelped to
put em there.</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>While he gaped at her a hand wrenched her awayand
the window slammed.</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>My ultimate colonial experience without a doubt,
Shaftoechuckled, but not to-night, Josephine. Iask the young gent to write his name
on a ten of hearts. It isnt right you talking about your old man that way,
Berrysaid. Afew shearers with sparrow guns aint enough. Simple fellow, hewas
dumbstruck at first, then broken-hearted, then angry. No, no, one day youll be a
rich squatter.</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>Hed soon come running afterus when he seen the
grass filling his wool with seed. Hes got ten thousand cattle and a hundred thousand
sheep.</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>He jerked his face at them as he spoke, like a dog
snapping at theair.</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>He collapsedpanting into Liams arms and goggled
over Liams shoulder atCabell, still shouting Gold!</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>The long, low hut was a noisome place for men to
eat and sleep in.</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>The way a man goes into the bush withhis mate and
they stick together.</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>Ill play, Geoffrey offered, reaching for the match
box. The others stopped at the door of the hut watching them. The way the lags used
to share a bit of rotten meatwith a bloke that had none.</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>His duck suitwas dirty, the trousers concertinaed
up his thin legs.</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>The bunks were made of rough slabs covered with
straw.</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>James glanced resentfully from face to face,
repudiating them all,even Larry.</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>But he flushed again, remembering what Peppiotthad
said: Got a prize blood horse, have you?</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>As he drew nearer his wild yodellingstook form.
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