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The
phone
jangled
its
two
longs
,
one
short
for
Drogheda
;
Fee
answered
and
turned
.
"
Bob
,
the
AML&F
for
you
.
"
"
Hullo
,
Jimmy
,
Bob
here
...
Yeah
,
righto
...
Oh
,
good
!
References
all
in
order
?
...
Righto
,
send
him
out
to
see
me
...
Righto
,
if
he
's
that
good
you
can
tell
him
he
's
probably
got
the
job
,
but
I
still
want
to
see
him
for
myself
;
do
n't
like
pigs
in
pokes
and
do
n't
trust
references
...
Righto
,
thanks
.
Hooroo
.
"
Bob
sat
down
again
.
"
New
stockman
coming
,
a
good
bloke
according
to
Jimmy
.
Been
working
out
on
the
West
Queensland
plains
around
Longreach
and
Charleville
.
Was
a
drover
,
too
.
Good
references
and
all
aboveboard
.
Can
sit
anything
with
four
legs
and
a
tail
,
used
to
break
horses
.
Was
a
shearer
before
that
,
gun
shearer
too
,
Jimmy
says
,
over
two
fifty
a
day
.
That
's
what
makes
me
a
bit
suspicious
.
Why
would
a
gun
shearer
want
to
work
for
stockman
's
wages
?
Not
too
often
a
gun
shearer
will
give
up
the
boggi
for
a
saddle
.
Be
handy
paddock-crutching
,
though
,
eh
?
"
With
the
passing
of
the
years
Bob
's
accent
grew
more
drawling
and
Australian
but
his
sentences
shorter
in
compensation
.
He
was
creeping
up
toward
thirty
,
and
much
to
Meggie
's
disappointment
showed
no
sign
of
being
smitten
with
any
of
the
eligible
girls
he
met
at
the
few
festivities
decency
forced
them
to
attend
.
For
one
thing
he
was
painfully
shy
,
and
for
another
he
seemed
utterly
wrapped
in
the
land
,
apparently
preferring
to
love
it
without
distraction
.
Jack
and
Hughie
grew
more
and
more
like
him
;
indeed
,
they
could
have
passed
for
triplets
as
they
sat
together
on
one
of
the
hard
marble
benches
,
the
closest
to
comfortable
housebound
relaxation
they
could
get
.
They
seemed
actually
to
prefer
camping
out
in
the
paddocks
,
and
when
sleeping
at
home
stretched
out
on
the
floors
of
their
bedrooms
,
frightened
that
beds
might
soften
them
.
The
sun
,
the
wind
and
the
dryness
had
weathered
their
fair
,
freckled
skins
to
a
sort
of
mottled
mahogany
,
in
which
their
blue
eyes
shone
pale
and
tranquil
,
with
the
deep
creases
beside
them
speaking
of
gazing
into
far
distances
and
silver-beige
grass
.
It
was
almost
impossible
to
tell
what
age
they
were
,
or
which
was
the
oldest
and
which
the
youngest
.
Each
had
Paddy
's
Roman
nose
and
kind
homely
face
,
but
better
bodies
than
Paddy
's
,
which
had
been
stooped
and
arm-elongated
from
so
many
years
shearing
.
They
had
developed
the
spare
,
easy
beauty
of
horsemen
instead
.
Yet
for
women
and
comfort
and
pleasure
they
did
not
pine
.
"
Is
the
new
man
married
?
"
asked
Fee
,
drawing
neat
lines
with
a
ruler
and
a
red-inked
pen
.
"
Dunno
,
did
n't
ask
.
Know
tomorrow
when
he
comes
.
"
"
How
is
he
getting
here
?
"
