Killing Ground Page #2

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Yeah. Mm. My husband's a doctor,

so he can afford it.

Well, lucky you.

Another sacrifice to the fire Gods?

I like watching them melt.

How far do you think it is to the falls?

- I thought it was 20 minutes.

- Looks further.

You know there was a massacre at the falls?

The local Kooris were all killed up there.

Driven over the edge

of the falls at gunpoint.

By who?

Settlers. They wanted them off their farms.

There aren't any farms near here.

Looks like there's some

cleared land above the falls.

Gungilee means weeping. The weeping water.

I don't like it here.

How about a change of tune?

- Any requests?

- No Simon and Garfunkel.

- I thought you liked Simon and Garfunkel.

- When I was five.

How about, El Condor Pasa?

- No.

- They didn't write that one.

- Dad.

- Okay.

How about this one? "Tis The Season."

Isn't there like a law where you

can't play carols after Christmas?

There's no statute of limitations on carols.

Anyway, Christmas was only four days ago.

- Everyone's a critic.

- That's my cue.

"The dog would bring it out

and lay it on the opposite side...

"...to where the man stood but would

not allow the man to catch him.

"Though it was only to wash the blood

of the sheep from his mouth and throat...

"...for the sight of blood

made the man tremble."

- That's dark.

- Yeah.

She published this in 1896.

That was the same year that Henry Lawson

published "While The Billy Boils..."

...but nobody's ever heard of bark painting.

Mmm.

God, I... I wish we published

this kind of stuff.

Hey, you remember when we first got

together, we'd stay in bed all weekend...

...and you'd read me

everything you were reading?

I loved it. It was like hearing you think.

Well, you're in luck.

I brought plenty of books.

Have you ever fired a rifle?

No.

- How about you?

- My Uncle's .22 at his farm.

At bottles.

- You hit anything?

- Yep.

- Really?

- Yeah.

- You wanna come with us?

- I don't think so.

Oh, well. That's alright. That's your loss.

You know, you gotta make the most

of your opportunities, hey, Germ?

Give us a smile, German.

Oh, there you go.

Murundurra.

Murundurra. Get rid of it.

It's all gone.

He just gets a bit sensitive

about his appearance.

Watch out for that wildlife.

- I... I heard something.

- You alright? What?

No, I... definitely heard something.

- It was probably a possum or something.

- No, that wasn't a possum.

- Here, pass me the torch.

- Oh, God!

- What's the time?

- Um...

...it's nearly eleven.

- Where do you think they are?

- No, idea.

I'm sure they'll turn up soon enough.

- You following me, are ya?

- Yeah.

Hey, listen, you got any more photos

on that phone? Yeah?

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