tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-88925850222465757022024-03-13T12:18:16.590-07:00FictionUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8892585022246575702.post-69615589892333555232014-04-29T04:38:00.004-07:002014-04-30T20:37:17.154-07:00<h2>
<span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Let The Stars Keep On Turning</span></span></b><b><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> </span></b></span></h2>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Jack is pulled along in a surge of people on the footpath,
hand in hand with his father, intermittently trotting, running and leaping to
keep up. Pitt Street runs through the heart of Sydney's CBD, on a slight
downhill slope to Circular Quay and the grand blue harbour. Big old buildings
line the street, their glass windows reflecting blue sky and sun glare. At
street level their windows are tinted dark behind thick metal bars. The
footpaths are a mass of men surging toward the quay. The January sun shines hot
and white and the street smells of sweat, smoke and gas. It's mid morning but
the temperature is already high. Jack struggles to keep a sweaty grip on his
red leather cricket ball in one hand while his father fairly crushes his other
hand to keep him from falling behind and into the throng.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">As they near the quay Jack bounces along in a sea of baggy
shorts, bare legs and stamping feet. Somewhere close a man curses. A police
siren wails and a muffled voice over a loudspeaker urges the crowd to back off.
They spill onto the street and the crowd entirely fills it in seconds. Buses
halt and passengers press their faces to the windows to try and see the
commotion.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Jack's father hoists him above the crowd. He juggles the red
ball but grabs it with both hands and clutches it to his chest as he settles on
his father's shoulders. Above the crowd Jack can hear the voices of men growing
louder and more urgent. The mob has gathered in front of a hire wire fence.
Uniformed guards patrol the other side of the fence, their faces shadowed under
blue baseball caps. Beyond them a great ship sits steadily against the wharf of
the passenger terminal. Jack squints against the hard sun and sees the shimmer
of blue water in the harbour. Beyond the ship is the high arc of the Harbour
Bridge and to the east the graceful white sails of the Opera House. The ship is
white and navy blue and the ropes holding it to the wharf looked as thick as
the tree branches that held up Jack's treehouse. The front of the ship looked
as tall as a building and the length of the hull was dotted with little round
windows.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">A glass bottle sails over the wire fence, past a guard and
crashes harmlessly on the forecourt. The crowd cheer at the sound of it and a
chant starts up near the fence. The crowd picks it up and soon hundreds of
voices shout in unison;<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">No American cons!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">No American cons!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">No American cons!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">On the wharf near the ship, Jack can see movement. There is
a platform on the wharf and men with cameras and bright lights scramble about.
Other men, and some women, are dressed in suits, grinning widely and shaking hands.
One of them, a silver haired man with a red tie steps up to a microphone,
raises his arms and looks very pleased. Jack wondered if maybe the ship was
his.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Bloody bastard," his father said to no one but
loud enough for Jack to hear. "Can't believe I voted for him."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">From the deck of the ship a gangway
tilts down to the dock. A long line of people move along it, across the wharf,
behind the platform with all the happy people, and on toward the broken bottle
on the forecourt in front of them. All around the quay the crowd press up
against the wire fence. Thousands of them now. People yell and spit. More
bottles, fruit and rocks fly over the fence.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The shuffling line of people come closer. Brown faces, black
faces, white faces. All bony with dark rings under big white eyeballs. Jack
thinks they look like the sea mullet he and his father catch in the river. They
would flap hard in the boat, twisting against the hook in their mouth. Their
eyes clear and round and kind of surprised to be suddenly out of the water and
dropped head-first into a plastic bucket.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Closer now, the people in the line look dirty, like they had
been playing with ash from a fireplace. Some hold tightly to small bags and
parcels. Most have nothing in their hands at all. They are all different sizes
- tall, short, wide, thin. Jack looks for some kids but sees none. One woman
nurses a baby in her arms, wrapped in a stained blanket. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Jack sniffs at the air and the convicts smell like wet
towels that have stayed too long in a pile on the floor. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Policemen in blue uniforms, guns slung over shoulders walk
beside the line with one eye on the new arrivals and the other on the crowd
behind the fence. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">From the crowd a shirtless man with wild long hair jumps up
on the fence and a security guard swipes at him with a baton. Further along the
fence two more men launch at the fence and security run at them and bang at the
wire. The crowd cry out and Jack holds tightly to his father.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Hold on mate" his father says. "I think it's
time to go".<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">More men jump on the fence and as security move to knock
them down, others take their place. The crowd surges forward and Jack's father
turns to push against them. Jack's ears fill with the angry shouts and curses
of the baying mob and he almost loses his grip on his father. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Piggyback Jack" his father yells. Jack slides
down off his shoulders and grips tightly around his neck. His father pushes
through the crowd and Jack is squeezed and jolted from all sides. He loses a
shoe in the crush.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">A gunshot cracks behind them and the crowd roars with
outrage.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">As his father pushes his way up Pitt Street like a man
losing a battle with a flooded river, Jack gives up his grip on the cricket
ball, holds onto his father with both hands and buries his face in the old
man's neck.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Hacking (south of
Sydney), January 2104.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Jack walked down the road, leaning back against the steep
downward slope. He rounded a switchback and looked out over the valley below.
The river was covered with a light morning mist already dispersing in the dawn
light. White cockatoos wheeled above the ridge lines, seeking a vantage point
in the high branches of the eucalyptus trees. The hills remained heavily wooded,
blessedly, and down on the flats the grassy banks had given way to veggies,
herbs and fruits. Smoke from the pickers camp fires hung blue in the valley. Jack hoped they douse them properly when their coffee and porridge were done – it was going
to be another scorching day. A currawong sang its slightly mournful trill and
it stirred something in him to pick up his pace and get into the day.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Jack crossed the river, more a wide creek in these upper reaches, over a weir. Dark blue swamp hens
fussed about in the reeds on the fresh water side and mullet schooled up on the
sandy bottom of the salt water side. Further downriver Bluey stood is his little
dinghy with some lines out. The sky turned pastel blue and ahead five or six of his
pickers entered the farm gates.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Jack followed then into the yard. Old demountable buildings
lined the loading area. Squat metal containers fitted out with tables, chairs,
lockers, running water. Some were hooked up to the solar generator in the back.
His workers got about their morning routines. In the toilet block, Jack ran some water into a basin and washed his hands. The face in the mirror was deeply
tanned and lined and he reckoned he looked older at forty five than his father did at sixty.
Funny, looking into his own eyes he can still see that young fella with the
world at his feet. But the callouses on his hands, silver stubble on his chin
and receding sun bleached hair betray the years of work, weather and worry.
He walked back into the yard.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Mornin' Jack," a boy chirped bouncing up
alongside him. Jack felt the little quiver in his gut every time the kid spoke.
He was a couple years younger than his own boy, but about the same age as his
son the last time Jack saw him. The skinny arms, matted light hair, sunburned
shoulders. The quiver threatened to turn into an ache.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Mornin' Kanga. You ready for some real work?"<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Yeah," Kanga managed to squeeze two syllables and
an octave change into his reply.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Jack chuckled "Alright. We start with the corn, see
what we can pick today. What time is school?"<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Nine."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Ok, we've got a couple of hours. Let's get our
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The heads of a pair of swamp wallabies bobbed up above the
high grass by the river bank. Their ears up, heads swiveling slightly, both
sniffing at the breeze. Jack saw they were upwind of him and stopped. He held
out his arm, palm turned back toward Kanga. The boy was swaying along the
narrow path, chewing a bean pod. He took a couple of steps before seeing Jack's
signal and froze a couple of metres behind.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Jack watched the wallabies and tracked their gaze to a knot
of trees and privet beyond the pumpkin field. The wallabies were usually calm
around Jack and the pickers on the farm. They were regarded as quasi-pets and
by unanimous agreement were off the menu. Their alertness could mean they had seen wild dogs.
Jack hadn't see a pack in months, but recent reports of
mangled deer carcasses out in the bush were evidence they were still about.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The dogs were mongrel blends, plenty of Pit Bull, Alsatian
and Rottweiler and bits and pieces of almost everything else. The dogs took up
residence in the old National Park more than 50 years ago and despite local
hunters shooting them on sight, some packs survived still. They had killed some
people over the years. They ranged in coastal health, along the sandstone
cliffs, down into valleys of dense fern and palms, along the rocky creeks to
sandy beaches. As suburbia encroached into the old Park, kids were attacked, a
pair of twins famously mauled to death, livestock regularly killed. When
hunting teams started going after feral deer in the old Park the wild dog
population was reduced through opportunistic kills. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Jack could see movement in among the tangle of green-grey
trunks, leaves, branches and undergrowth. Shifting shadows, a bend in a branch,
a murmur in the leaves. Dragonflies hovered over the river, the water beneath
them flowing gently in spirals and eddies. Bees bobbed into dew dampened pumpkin
flowers. The swamp wallabies relaxed back onto their tails, took another look
at the bush and bowed their heads to pull at the reeds along the water’s edge.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Dogs?" asked Kanga.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Nah mate. Nothing." Jack watched the bush for a
minute more before continuing on his rounds.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"People are sayin’ Hank Weller wants to take your head
off." Kanga was probing him again. Jack pulled out some corn stalks that
had been attacked by earworm.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"People like to talk."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"You gonna face him?" Kanga bundled up the stalks
from the ground and dumped them in a wheelbarrow.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Don't think so champ. Young Hank is too scary for
me"<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"You're scared of him? People say you was the business
twenty year ago." <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Jack smiled but felt a twitch in his face. He was faking it.
The 'people sayin' were doing it a lot lately and didn't mind him hearing it.
He could easily have taken on a wild flinger like Hank Weller in his prime, but
now the sharpness was gone, the spring is his feet, the strength in his
forearms. A man could get hurt. And a man is Jack's position couldn't afford to
get hurt.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The day was heating up quickly. Jack's shirt clung to his
skin and sweat stung his eyes. The pickers were hard at it, trying to get their
work done before the sun was high in the sky. He had to get moving.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Hey, you going to school kid?"<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Kanga made a face like he'd sucked a lemon. He needed tuition, no doubt about it. His vocabulary was stunted and
Jack was pretty sure the kid couldn't read a word. Still, a day like today. The
teachers would spend most of it spritzing the kids’ faces with water and giving
them turns under the one ceiling fan in the room.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Alright, you can come with me." <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Kanga yelped with glee and danced about on the spot.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The bitumen road out to Bluey's Cove was buckled and
splintered. Jack and Kanga kept to the gravel on the shoulder. On their right
was the unruly bushland of the old Park. Sturdy banksias rising out of thick
undergrowth. Wrens darted in and out of the dense foliage and small lizards
baked in the sun. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">On their left, they passed entry roads to residential
estates, their names etched in tall sandstone blocks still visible through high
grass and weeds - "Water’s Edge", "Oasis", "Eagle’s
Nest".<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Jack still marveled at the achievement. One of the oldest
National Parks in the world, de-listed and handed to developers over one
Christmas season. The bulldozers rolled over hastily constructed barricades in
the early hours of New Year’s Day. A combination of corporate efficiency,
government money and convict labour erected the new suburbs in months. The
first residents moved in mid-year. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The homes were at the cutting edge of self sufficiency -
solar panels, rainwater tanks, composting toilets, built in veggie plots, a
community garden on every street, a fruit orchard in every estate. The
developers pushed the self sufficiency angle so hard they didn't
bother to run mains power or even sewer lines. The new suburbs filled with tens
of thousands of new residents within a couple of years, seeking to be the
pioneers of the 'new suburbia'. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">As newly emancipated convicts filled the suburbs closer to
the City the locals shifted to the fringes, to estates like these. The new
suburbs were supposed to reclaim the Aussie dream. A bulwark against the
rolling tide of change. They chased the freedom of space. A backyard for the kids.
Chickens in the coup. Games of cricket and footy in the park. Lazy summer
afternoons on the veranda. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Jack remembered the optimism well. He and his young family
lived nearby and while he didn't buy in the new estates he was close enough to
be swept up in the euphoria. At the time, it was a welcome shift in
preoccupation. Worries evaporated and hope sprung forth. It was intoxicating.
It felt like childhood as new horizons came into sight, undreamed opportunity
opened up and beckoned. The world was fresh and new and young again. As the estates sprung to life, there was talk of the convict trade ending. Someone in Washington had a
change of heart, as the push for depopulation shifted to re-population. The darkness was ending. Dawn had finally
arrived.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Jack shook his head at the memory. He and Kanga picked their way along the road, avoiding chunks of upturned bitumen and keeping an eye out for
snakes. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Jack?" Kanga turned his name into a note from a
slide whistle<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Hmm"<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Do you think my mum will come looking for me one
day?" Jack ached for the kid. Kanga would never ask about his past until
they were out on their own somewhere. He wouldn't risk betraying the story they
had set up for him. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"She might Kanga. I'd want to come back for you."
The kid contemplated that for a while.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Have you heard back from the guv'ment about where she
is?" <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"No mate, I haven't heard anything yet." <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Do you reckon she ended up in a coal mine?"<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I doubt it. Maybe in a camp for the miners somewhere
but they don't send women into the mines."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Do you think she's been freed yet?" <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Jack swallowed. It was a good question and he didn't have
the courage to level with the kid. Most of the convicts were emancipated when
Washington scrapped transportation. The worst of them were categorized as a
"danger to society" on some charge or another and kept in the mines.
But Kanga's mother was not likely to be one of them. She should have been free
by now. But no word from her. Jack feared she had perished. He remembered well
how much she loved the kid. When she handed Kanga to him through the wire of
the prison camp, Jack witnessed raw, selfless love. The memory still brought
tears, every time.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Jack?"<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I don't think she has buddy. Soon I hope. Soon."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">“Do you think about your son?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Jack kicked some pebbles. Damn, should have taken the kid to
school. He swallowed away the lump in his throat. “Yeah, sure I do.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">“Do you know where he is?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">“In one of the high rises in the City. With his mum. At
school today I would guess.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Kanga kicked some pebbles along. “Is it true they have
elevators in the high rises?” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">“So I’ve heard Kanga. Some of those buildings are too high
to take the stairs.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">“Have you ever been in there? Past the Fence?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">“Not since they built the Fence, no. My dad would take me into the City before that though. It was a beautiful place in its day”.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Kanga looked up at him “It’s not beautiful anymore?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">“Not for us.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">They continued along the road for a while then turned onto a dirt track that dropped down into a valley and lead to Bluey's Cove.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">---------------------------<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">When they emerged from the cool of the shaded track the sun
enveloped them with physical force. Kanga swayed backward and Jack dipped his
wide brimmed hat to shield his eyes from the white glare. The little sandy
beach in front of them radiated the heat back up into his face. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Halfway down the beach Bluey bent over into his dinghy, his
bum crack poking out above his shorts. Jack and Kanga stepped onto the beach
and dried pipi shells crunched underfoot. Bluey turned around and his sunburned
face broke into a toothy smile. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"G'day boys," Bluey called, his large belly
jiggled about. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Hi Mister Bluey, " Kanga called back. Bluey reached in to
the dinghy and pulled out a ball of tangled fishing line.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Here you go Kanga. See if you can make some sense of
this." Kanga beamed, took the ball of line and climbed into the dinghy to
get to work on unwinding it.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Jack and Bluey hauled some rods and nets off the beach and
sat under a tree on the edge of the sand. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"How did you go today?" Jack asked, stretching his
legs out in the shade.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Got a bagfull of mullet. I've got them smoking,
they'll be ready tonight," Bluey nodded to the end of the beach where white smoke crept out of a clay hut. "Got some fresh whiting for you to take
now though. You going to market?"<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Yeah, I'll get up there today. Got some corn to shift,
cucumber, melons. It's worth the trip."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Any word on grain deliveries?"<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"They're coming back on. The strike is over. Just in
time too, people were getting agitated. I can bring some flour down tomorrow if
you need it."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"No worries mate, still got half a bag left. You sort
out your pickers first. I'll get some next week."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Jack smiled and tracked his finger through the gritty sand.
No worries. Bluey held on to the old words like a man overboard clinging to a life
ring. Nobody said "no worries" anymore. It went out of fashion
decades ago when the mountain of worries became too big to ignore. But not
Bluey. The old Australia was not for resurrecting. It lived on. All it needed were
keepers of the flame. Blokes like Bluey calling out "g'day" and
"no worries". <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Over the smoking hut an old flag hung limp from a short
pole. Jack could see </span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">the red of the union jack and the white of one of the
stars. Bluey would talk all day and night of a country that existed only before
he was born. He would retell stories told to him by his father and grandfather.
Of heroic deeds on the battlefields of Western Australia; impassioned speeches
in Parliament before the first shiploads of convicts arrived; epic matches
between Australia and England on the Sydney Cricket Ground before that sacred
turf was finally turned over to baseball.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I hear Hank Weller has called you out," Bluey was
grinning mischievously.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"What about it?"<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"People on the other side of the river are saying you
are dodging him." <o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Jack straightened "Dodging him? How am I dodging him? I
haven't said a word". <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">He startled himself with the anger in his voice. Bluey
laughed. Jack slapped his hand into the sand. Ok, so he cared. It had been
years; but he still cared. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"How do you know what they are sayin’ on the other side
of the river anyway?" Jack asked<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"I've got me sources." They sat in silence for a
while. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"You know, it would mean a lot," Bluey nodded in
the direction of the farm and communities beyond "It would mean a lot to
our mob."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Jack drew more tracks in the sand. Kept his head down, didn't like where this was going.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"It would break the drudgery, give people something to
focus on"<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Geez, ease up Bluey. I'm not a rainmaker."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"It would be like a good rain, you know. Seeing you out
there swingin' again. Give people something to be proud of, lining up against
Hank's mob."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"But is it worth reopening those old wounds Blue,"
Jack could hear the pleading in his own voice. "We left those old battles
behind years ago."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Those battles are over Jack. Transportation is over.
The Americans that are here now, that's all there are going to be. They are
Aussie now. Look at Kanga over there. It doesn't take much to localize 'em. One
generation at the most. That mob over the river, they are looking to the City
for salvation. They work inside the Fence during the day and dream about living
inside the Fence when they go to bed. They guard the fence, they work at the
checkpoints. They unload the trains, they load up the ships. They support the
centre. But they hate us. We hate them. And that is just the way the City want
it. Divide and conquer. They pit all us against each other so there is no
unified front to take on the City itself. This isn't about opening old wounds.
It's about bringing the mobs together. Ours and there’s."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Blue, do you really believe one event like this will
bring us together? After all these years? You're dreaming."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"No Jack, not one event. But it's a start. A small
start. We need to build a wave, but it starts with a ripple." <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Christ, in this mood the man was poetic. Jack could feel the
blood chugging in his head. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br />"I don't have it anymore. I'm forty five for god's
sake. It's alright for Hank Weller to be calling me out, he’s got twenty five
years on me."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"He's calling you out because you've got the name. You
represented. You were big time."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">"He probably will take my head off. And for what?"<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Bluey eyed him, all mirth set aside. </span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"For all our sakes. We need unity. The convict trade
might be finished but the City still holds all the power. If we don't balance
the scales we will end up like all those people who didn't push back in Europe.
In Japan. In America. Bringing our mob and there mob together is worth
it."</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Jack looked across the beach to Kanga sitting in the dinghy,
singing to himself. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">----------------------<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Jack stood still in the middle of the field, his cap pulled
low to shield his eyes from a high hot sun. The grass all around was straw
coloured and crunchy underfoot. Jack tightened his glove straps and waited.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The people had come. Bluey was right about that. Maybe a
couple of thousand. A general murmur of voices drifted across the field. Kanga
was out there somewhere. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">A hot westerly was blowing, leaving him parched and panting.
Jack’s legs shook a little.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Thirty meters away Hank Weller was scratching at the ground
with his studded boots, doing a pretty fair impression of a bull getting ready
to charge. The kid was big, with wide shoulders and barrel chest. He was
staring at Jack, giving him the full evil eye. Jack chewed some gum and
surveyed the crowd.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The two mobs were keeping clear of each other. There were
plenty of young people on both sides. He recognized most of the locals in wide
brimmed hats, cotton shirts and short shorts. The other mob wore caps, black
sleeveless tops and baggy shorts. The locals smoked spliffs, the others drank
from bottles.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Hank was ready to run in. Jack pushed each hand deeper into
its glove. The crowd murmur turned to excited chatter and Hank took his first
steps forward. Jack took his stance and watched Hank jog with head down,
bending forward at the hips. The kid’s hair was long and waved behind him as he
ran. The crowd noise picked up and people called out. Hank was bounding in now.
Jack stood dead still, watching Hank's right hand. The westerly blew in Jack's
face, his throat dry. He felt a great tingle from his toes to his head and his
mouth cracked into a small smile.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Hank was at full speed now, his face red and sweaty. In a
great flurry of stamping feet and swinging arms, Jack saw the red ball come
flying from Hank's grip, the seam upright and rotating on itself. The ball
thundered into the pitch, halfway down and reared up fast and steep. It pitched
for Jack's throat. Jack arched his back and turned his head slightly as the
ball whistled past his nose and slapped into the wicketkeeper’s gloves. Hank
finished his follow through only a few meters away, glaring and snorting. The
crowd roared and for the first time in a long time, two mobs spoke with one
voice. </span><br />
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