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"
What
do
you
think
,
Bob
?
"
Jack
asked
.
"
I
think
it
's
high
time
we
went
looking
for
him
.
He
might
be
hurt
,
or
he
might
be
on
foot
and
facing
a
long
walk
home
.
His
horse
might
have
panicked
and
thrown
him
,
he
might
be
lying
somewhere
unable
to
walk
.
He
had
food
for
overnight
,
but
nothing
like
enough
for
four
days
,
though
he
wo
n't
have
passed
out
from
starvation
yet
.
Best
not
to
create
a
fuss
just
now
,
so
I
wo
n't
recall
the
men
from
Narrengang
.
But
if
we
do
n't
find
him
by
nightfall
I
'll
ride
to
Dominic
's
and
we
'll
get
the
whole
district
out
tomorrow
.
Lord
,
I
wish
those
PMG
blokes
would
get
a
move
on
with
those
phone
lines
!
"
Fee
was
trembling
,
her
eyes
feverish
,
almost
savage
.
"
I
'll
put
on
a
pair
of
trousers
,
"
she
said
.
"
I
ca
n't
bear
to
sit
here
waiting
.
"
"
Mum
,
stay
home
!
"
Bob
pleaded
.
"
If
he
's
hurt
it
might
be
anywhere
,
Bob
,
and
he
might
be
in
any
sort
of
condition
.
You
sent
the
stockmen
to
Narrengang
,
and
that
leaves
us
mighty
short
for
a
search
party
.
If
I
go
paired
with
Meggie
the
two
of
us
will
be
strong
enough
together
to
cope
with
whatever
we
find
,
but
if
Meggie
goes
on
her
own
she
'll
have
to
search
with
one
of
you
,
and
that
's
wasting
her
,
not
to
mention
me
.
"
Bob
gave
in
.
"
All
right
,
then
.
You
can
have
Meggie
's
gelding
;
you
rode
it
to
the
fire
.
Everyone
take
a
rifle
,
and
plenty
of
shells
.
"
They
rode
off
across
the
creek
and
into
the
heart
of
that
blasted
landscape
.
Not
a
green
or
a
brown
thing
was
left
anywhere
,
just
a
vast
expanse
of
soggy
black
coals
,
incredibly
still
steaming
after
hours
of
rain
.
Every
leaf
of
every
tree
was
frizzled
to
a
curling
limp
string
,
and
where
the
grass
had
been
they
could
see
little
black
bundles
here
and
there
,
sheep
caught
in
the
fire
,
or
an
occasional
bigger
mound
which
had
been
a
steer
or
a
pig
.
Their
tears
mingled
with
the
rain
on
their
faces
.
Bob
and
Meggie
headed
the
little
procession
,
Jack
and
Hughie
in
the
middle
,
Fee
and
Stuart
bringing
up
the
rear
.
For
Fee
and
Stuart
it
was
a
peaceful
progress
;
they
drew
comfort
from
being
close
together
,
not
talking
,
each
content
in
the
company
of
the
other
.
Sometimes
the
horses
drew
close
or
shied
apart
at
the
sight
of
some
new
horror
,
but
it
seemed
not
to
affect
the
last
pair
of
riders
.
The
mud
made
the
going
slow
and
hard
,
but
the
charred
,
matted
grass
lay
like
a
coir-rope
rug
on
the
soil
to
give
the
horses
a
foothold
.
And
every
few
yards
they
expected
to
see
Paddy
appear
over
the
far
flat
horizon
,
but
time
went
on
and
he
never
did
.
With
sinking
hearts
they
realized
the
fire
had
begun
farther
out
than
first
imagined
,
in
Wilga
paddock
.
The
storm
clouds
must
have
disguised
the
smoke
until
the
fire
had
gone
quite
a
long
way
.
The
borderland
was
astonishing
.
One
side
of
a
clearly
drawn
line
was
just
black
,
glistening
tar
,
while
the
other
side
was
the
land
as
they
had
always
known
it
,
fawn
and
blue
and
drear
in
the
rain
,
but
alive
.
Bob
stopped
and
drew
back
to
talk
to
everyone
.
"
Well
,
here
's
where
we
start
.
I
'm
going
due
west
from
here
;
it
's
the
most
likely
direction
and
I
'm
the
strongest
.
Has
everyone
got
plenty
of
ammunition
?
Good
.
