On the 6th of November 1879, finding Joe has failed to meet him at Thompson’s farm, Jack mounts his horse and begins his ride back through the Warby Ranges. As he comes to the foot of a hilly track, the rustle of scrub sounds from behind him. Turning in the saddle, he spots Joe, standing … Continue reading A Meeting in the Ranges
For the past three weeks we have been camped up in the Warby Ranges, with a moss eaten cave becoming our home. The weather up here is nothing like it is down among the plains. The winds that flog the mountain side are unrelenting in their torment and not a day goes by when a … Continue reading Sardines and Salted Beef
Dear Joe, For the last twelve years, you have remained a constant presence within my life, from when I first learnt of you as an eleven year old, to now writing about your life as a twenty four year old. I couldn’t, and have no desire to imagine, how different my life would be, had I not ‘met’ you, and your polished larrikin heels.