Sweet Country Page #2

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No, no, no, no, no, no!

- No, no!

- Shut up!

- Hey, hey, hey!

- Come on.

- Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!

- Come on!

- No.No!

- Come on!

Come on. Up!

- No, no. Hey, hey, hey!

- You little bastard!

Your boss told me about you. Come here.

- Shut up!

- No, no, no!

You touch my watch,

I'll cut your f***in' hands off.

You run away, I'll shoot you for desertion.

- Amen.

- Amen.

Boss!

Boss!

I don't understand you. What?

Get the horses.

- I know you're in there!

- Boss!

Fred Smith, you harbouring a prisoner?

Shut up. I'm in charge of this regiment.

Fred?!

He's my prisoner!

Come on! I know you're in there!

Fred Smith? You harbouring a prisoner?

- Boss!

- Shut up!

Fred!

No-one here boss.

You let him out,

or I'm gonna come in and get him!

Fred!

Town! He gone town!

- Where's Fred?

- He's gone town!

Ah here he is. The myall breed.

Now you give me that boy you're hiding!

There's no one here but us, Harry!

No black bastard calls me Harry!

[Gunshofl

you give me that boy!

Give me that boy!

You give me my prisoner!

Where's my prisoner?

You give me that prisoner or you too

will be charged by the crown!

Give me that prisoner!

Cheeky whitefella.

What the hell are you talking about?

- Sam

- what are you talking about?

Speak English, Archie.

Sam, he shot Harry.

He shot Harry? Where's Fred?

Harry march shot him?

- Yeah!

- Ls he dead?

What did you do? You f***in' leave

him there for the dingoes to eat him?

Barney!

Saddle up your horse, mate.

Go get into town.

You need to tell the coppers that

bloke Harry march has been shot.

And get a doctor to go out to black hill

station. Tell him I'll meet him there.

What the f*** are you doin', Archie?

Get the f*** outta here, arch!

Go put a cover over the body! Go now!

Go and get in there and get some bread

and some damper. Get out of my way.

Wait! Where's that philomac?

Where the f*** is philomac?

Eyes back in your head, mate.

She's gonna be busy tonight.

You can buy me a drink before you go.

What are you looking at?

Sergeant!

Sergeant!

What?

I have a message for you!

Message?

Better be from his royal bloody highness.

Constable minty.

Sorry sir, there's been a shooting.

Get up! F*** off.

Doc already gone?

Yeah, this morning.

Saddle up the horses, eh?

Yes, sarge.

Uncle.

Where the f*** have you been, philomac?

Where the f*** have you been?

Don't look at him. Look here!

Where have you been?

He tied me up.

What?

You mean he chained you up?

What'd you do?

Nothing.

You see what happened?

No, boss.

Philomac, Harry march is dead.

He was shot.

Shot in the head.

Did you see it?

No.

That blackfella Sam killed him.

You see it happen?

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