Re: Pat Ritter. Books
Posted: Fri Jan 13, 2017 11:24 pm
'Click Go The Shears' - Page 141:
'No. Who are you?' Mr Clarke slurred, removed his hand and appeared to settle and glared at Joe to try and recognise him. 'Can't say I do.'
'Five years ago I worked here as a shearer. This place was run down then. The working conditions we put up with were deplorable.' Joe's stern voice loud enough for Mr Clarke to hear his words clearly. 'Nothing's been done since I worked here. It's a disgrace!'
'Yeah, alright, I'm not cut out to be a cocky. I thought I was after my father died and left the place to me. Honestly, I don't remember you. The place is in ruins. I can't do it any more. What'd you do with my bottle.' He asked.
'I threw it away and it smashed.'
'That's good rum.'
'It's not now.'
Silence came between them, Mr Clarke rubbed his chin with his hand, 'how long before I've got to go?' He asked solemnly.
'I'd like you off before morning.' Joe stated.
'There are no sheep left. I sold them to a neighbour last year. I never want to see another sheep in my life. I'll leave in the morning.' He spat.
Joe remounted his horse and returned to Kahmoo Station. Thought he would've put up a bigger fight. Must have been assertive and straight with the guy. I'll come back tomorrow to see what needs improvements.
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'No. Who are you?' Mr Clarke slurred, removed his hand and appeared to settle and glared at Joe to try and recognise him. 'Can't say I do.'
'Five years ago I worked here as a shearer. This place was run down then. The working conditions we put up with were deplorable.' Joe's stern voice loud enough for Mr Clarke to hear his words clearly. 'Nothing's been done since I worked here. It's a disgrace!'
'Yeah, alright, I'm not cut out to be a cocky. I thought I was after my father died and left the place to me. Honestly, I don't remember you. The place is in ruins. I can't do it any more. What'd you do with my bottle.' He asked.
'I threw it away and it smashed.'
'That's good rum.'
'It's not now.'
Silence came between them, Mr Clarke rubbed his chin with his hand, 'how long before I've got to go?' He asked solemnly.
'I'd like you off before morning.' Joe stated.
'There are no sheep left. I sold them to a neighbour last year. I never want to see another sheep in my life. I'll leave in the morning.' He spat.
Joe remounted his horse and returned to Kahmoo Station. Thought he would've put up a bigger fight. Must have been assertive and straight with the guy. I'll come back tomorrow to see what needs improvements.
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