The wild wild west Moving to the wild west from Footscray as a 12 year old boy l found the new frontier was over whelming after a long journey over the basalt plains l had arrived at my new high school l was so thrilled to be at this amazing place the l approached a Slavic boy and asked him were l could sign in and he said we don’t what back boys at this school A few year on latter on being very keen on horses my dream was to own a horse l was utterly engulfed by this infatuation The wild boys who viewed as a outsider coloured young boy a pest who stole their horses they referred to as the Bushman they where foul mouthed covered in tattoo in those if you wore those you where a underground figure They ran riding schools and had great horse husbandry also horse skills they were in a round circle with a small fire raging with horses for hire tethered just on the edge of the encampment l was wondering through the basalt pains armed with my sport co .22 l approached the camp and never thought about this moment until recently and walked into the camp with people you would not even meet in a horror movie the conversation started l sensed problems l pulled the bolt in the firearm then silence over came the scene l was a feeble boy but had no fear of life or death l kept my composer and belittled the whole occasion with small talk and then walked through the camp and forgot about the whole occasion
Posted on: Thu, 12 Sep 2013 08:01:42 +0000
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