Satellite Boy Page #2

You'd have to make a spear.

Oh, cops.

So?

- You go on.

- What?

You go on without me.

Wait there, boy.

Kalmain!

What's going on?!

Come on, they're gonna catch us.

Come on.

Wait.

Look at this, Sarge.

We gotta get away from the road.

Stop!

Come on.

Why are they chasing us?

I'm meant to be home.

Gotta see magistrate on Monday.

We gotta go back.

No! They're taking me away

to boys' home.

Hey, wait.

So what's your mum studying anyway?

- Hospitality.

- What's that?

I don't know.

- So she gonna get a job or what?

- Yeah, that's why she there.

What you gonna do

when the cops get you?

They ain't gonna get me.

I'll go out bush...

become a stockman,

do rodeo someplace.

You should go back.

For what, go to boys' home?

Maybe not.

Magistrate might let you go.

Nah. I'm a Grady.

If anything happens,

they come looking for me.

You alright.

I'll go into town, aye?

See if they been there.

They probably just gone fishing.

Oh.

- Oh, close.

- Oh, see? Nearly got him.

Sugar fly, look.

What are you doing?

- Help me, boy.

- Huh?

Do you wanna go old-style or what?

Oh, right there.

Here.

Don't lose it. Where is it?

There it is!

Faster. Hurry up!

Aye, boy. Sugar bag!

Wait there.

We off track.

Right up here.

How do you know that?

See?

Come on, boy.

We should stay here, aye?

You don't know where we are.

No food, no water - nothing.

Hey!

Hm?

Ah.

Let's go.

Jubi says 'If you walk country,

country will look after you.'

Now you wanna listen to him.

Fixing the tyre, sugar bag -

that's all him,

that's what he been taught me.

Come on, boy.

We searched

the road and everywhere

we thought they could've been.

We just can? find them.

See him? Aye? Aye?

Whoo-hoo!

I'm a real space cowboy.

You're crazy.

Kalm, get up.

Country looking after us.

I'm gonna be an astronaut

when I'm big...

cruise to stars, cruise to space.

What, no restaurant?

I thought you were saving the

cinema for you and your mum.

We're dead, cuz.

Real blackfella? I'm hopeless.

No, we alright.

Couldn't sleep.

Nightmares.

Come on, we gotta try. It's Monday.

What is it like to be in country?

Stars.

Fire.

Alive.

Come on now... get up, boy.

Get up!

Come on, brother.

Please, Kalmain, you're strong.

If you don't get up, we're gonna die.

Country helping us, we'll be right.

- Get up' boy.

Come on.

See? Country saved us.

Are you coming or what?

I can't swim.

Come on.

Thought you was in a hurry.

Sorry.

For what?

You're a proper-deadly blackfella.

Good swimmer anyway.

Here, catch one.

Over here!

The front door was open.

Oh, chicken.

Kalmain!

What?

Nothin'. Biggest bed, aye?

Kalm!

- I'm not going back home.

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