Re: Pat Ritter. Books
Posted: Fri Nov 10, 2017 11:01 pm
'The Drover' - Page 122:
Harry noticed the leaders’ final accent to the other side; the others followed. Greg and Claire were now safely across to the other side pushing the cattle up over the bank of the river to the open plain ahead. All had gone well, better than expected. He sat atop of Falcon with a sigh of relief. A good job – well done, ran thought his thoughts. Confidently he swam Falcon across the flooded river and couldn’t wipe the smile from his face when they landed on the other side. All had gone to plan.
For the remainder of the day the cattle feed on the lush grasses near to the river, drank their fill and camped on the open plain. After lunch Harry moved the stock another ten miles and set up camp for the night.
Whilst Greg and Hector rode around the cattle at dusk, Harry enjoyed a wonderful meal cooked by Rose. What would’ve he done without his soul mate? He didn’t know.
‘I’ll relieve Greg and Hector if you want Dad?’ Claire asked her father after he’d finished his meal and rolled a smoke.
‘Alright, I’ll join you shortly. Tell them to come in for their supper.’ Harry felt bodily tied but he didn’t feel mind tied. He needed to keep alert. How could he rest when he had three youngsters working harder than the whole six men who’d left? His pride wouldn’t let him be tied and he needed to keep going at whatever cost.
Shortly after daybreak he saw a plume of dust on the horizon and after focusing his eyes saw a motor vehicle heading toward him. It was a police vehicle. What the hell do they want? He thought. The vehicle pulled up at the camp and a police officer in uniform stepped from the vehicle.
‘G’day, I’m Eric Sammon, from Birdsville.’ He walked over to Harry and they shook hands.
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Harry noticed the leaders’ final accent to the other side; the others followed. Greg and Claire were now safely across to the other side pushing the cattle up over the bank of the river to the open plain ahead. All had gone well, better than expected. He sat atop of Falcon with a sigh of relief. A good job – well done, ran thought his thoughts. Confidently he swam Falcon across the flooded river and couldn’t wipe the smile from his face when they landed on the other side. All had gone to plan.
For the remainder of the day the cattle feed on the lush grasses near to the river, drank their fill and camped on the open plain. After lunch Harry moved the stock another ten miles and set up camp for the night.
Whilst Greg and Hector rode around the cattle at dusk, Harry enjoyed a wonderful meal cooked by Rose. What would’ve he done without his soul mate? He didn’t know.
‘I’ll relieve Greg and Hector if you want Dad?’ Claire asked her father after he’d finished his meal and rolled a smoke.
‘Alright, I’ll join you shortly. Tell them to come in for their supper.’ Harry felt bodily tied but he didn’t feel mind tied. He needed to keep alert. How could he rest when he had three youngsters working harder than the whole six men who’d left? His pride wouldn’t let him be tied and he needed to keep going at whatever cost.
Shortly after daybreak he saw a plume of dust on the horizon and after focusing his eyes saw a motor vehicle heading toward him. It was a police vehicle. What the hell do they want? He thought. The vehicle pulled up at the camp and a police officer in uniform stepped from the vehicle.
‘G’day, I’m Eric Sammon, from Birdsville.’ He walked over to Harry and they shook hands.
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