Our Sunshine: Popular Penguins
“You’ll want some fun, says Wild Wright, the horsebreaker, lending me his favourite chestnut mare. Ride her into Wangaratta, jumping fences all the way. So joyful to be out, I cut a swathe and talk to girls outside the Star Hotel. Like my horse? Want a ride? The publican’s daughters say yes and share their nougat. And watching them trot around the town, their thick hair-weight bouncing on their backs, their fronts – excuse me – bouncing nicely too, it seems that life ahead will be one long November Saturday of nougat and girls.
The mare is pretty, and well-known for her white blaze and docked tail. Known in the Police Gazette, as it turns out, for belonging to the Mansfield postmaster. But this is news to me when Constable Hall comes up behind me and tries to pull me off her.
In the struggle he lands in the dust and the mare gallops away. I run to catch the horse and Hall tries to shoot me! Snaps four shots at me with his Colt – and misses. So I stop and stand the stillest of my life w...hile he comes up, trembling, says I’m arrested, and cocks the gun again.MoreLess
The mare is pretty, and well-known for her white blaze and docked tail. Known in the Police Gazette, as it turns out, for belonging to the Mansfield postmaster. But this is news to me when Constable Hall comes up behind me and tries to pull me off her.
In the struggle he lands in the dust and the mare gallops away. I run to catch the horse and Hall tries to shoot me! Snaps four shots at me with his Colt – and misses. So I stop and stand the stillest of my life w...hile he comes up, trembling, says I’m arrested, and cocks the gun again.MoreLess
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