Sweet Country Page #3

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You didn't see it happen?

No.

Today we honour Harry march...

A man I did not have

the pleasure of meeting.

A man who, like myself, was a soldier.

Fought for king and country.

Put his life on the line.

They shall not grow old

as we that are left grow old.

Age shall not weary them or the...

Years condemn.

At the going down of the sun,

and in the morning,

we will remember them.

So why are you here, Smith?

I want to see him come

back alive, sergeant.

What are you doing?

No, you're not.

You're over with the horses.

Go on, get.

That was a bit harsh, wasn't it sergeant?

Crown wants him to look after

the horses, not just track.

Look at you mob of miserable bastards.

Can't one of you sing?

Didn't anyone bring a harmonica?

Yeah, we got that.

We gonna catch this murderer?

You sure?

Yes boss.

When?

I didn't steal from him. He was dead.

Hey-

Kennedy?

That half-caste kid at the station.

Ls he your son?

What's his name?

Philomac.

Philomac, yeah.

You make sure you look

after him, won't you?

Otherwise I'm going to

have to take him away.

F***.

Who owns this land?

- Boss!

- What?

- Boss?

- Ha! Go on!

Jesus Christ.

Go! Go on!

Halt!

[Gunshofl

- Halt!

- Sweet Jesus.

What the f*** was that, Archie?

Huh?

Where's minty?

- He's dead, mate.

- What happened to minty?

- We need to go back for him.

- He's dead.

We gotta go!

Listen, we need to go back for him now!

You bastard!

You set us up, didn't ya?

You led us straight into an ambush!

That's enough! Get off him!

You gonna leave, alright, well leave.

We're not leavin'!

We're not leavin'.

Not until that murdering bastard

is swinging by his neck!

We'll set up camp a couple of miles back,

and start out again tomorrow.

And you...

You try to run...

And I will shoot you in the back.

Do you understand?

Won't do any good, sergeant.

Sam's way smarter than we are.

All these days.

All these days we never come

within two miles of him.

He's probably sitting out there now,

looking at ya.

Laughin'.

Do you wanna do that again?

'Cause I'll turn the other cheek.

Well do ya?

I think I'm done here, Kennedy.

I'm going home.

You're not right, Fletcher.

You're not right in the head.

F***in'

what is it?

Pretty bad one, mate.

Won't kill ya but it's gonna

make ya bloody crook.

I know what that is.

Oh, Jesus.

Jeez!

We'll get you back to town, mate.

I'm not goin' back.

I know he's here somewhere.

I'm gonna get him. Sam!

Sam, I know you're here.

And you can hear me!

I'm comin' for ya.

And it won't be long!

It won't be long, Sam!

How far to water out there, arch?

Oh, we're gonna die out there.

That's what he wants us to think.

Nuh.

Been out two weeks. Got a station to run.

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