| Here I am in one of those outback
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| | us all tame, then fiddle with the betting
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| tin-shed pubs that I will forget by next
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| | like you've never seen, and finally; he'd
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| month, thinking about why I ride from one
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| | win.The minutes stretch. Men are riled by
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| dirt-hole to another. Do I imagine I
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| | the distractions Ryas imposes on the
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| enjoy the gambling and cheap booze so
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| | game. Grete, a meaty moron, bangs the
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| much? Or won't I admit that I need
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| | table. "Shut off the cream and deal us
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| Ryas?Even my horse is tired. All I can do
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| | boys! Your blabbering is making us
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| is lick up what Ryas offers me, and
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| | edgy!"His face was glossy with horse
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| observe every particle of life that he
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| | sweat. I did not want to look into his
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| silently lures me to. He came from
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| | intense, black eyes. Raw savagery, I
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| Georgia to New South Wales, exuding an
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| | thought. Don't tangle with the Irish.We
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| unspeakable force. Men preferred death to
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| | all waited in tenseness for a blank
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| facing his mind, but I craved the
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| | moment, knowing that Ryas would push and
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| flames.The air in this shantytown pub
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| | tantalize."Oh, are we all a might tired
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| never gets any fresher. I breathe in the
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| | then? Maybe we should have ourselves a
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| muck and watch the dust dancing in beams
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| | nap to restore our nerves. No use getting
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| of sunlight that come from cracks in the
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| | excited over a game now --- is there?
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| plank walls. Forever, it seems, I am
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| | Just a bit of fun. Let's rest
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| playing the rounds with Ryas Leefman,
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| | awhile."Playacting the fool, he stretches
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| cultivator of my obsession.I watch him
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| | back, pretending sleep. My mouth gaped.
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| misspending his life; his eyes sensuous
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| | Grete hunches there in a stupor, not
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| pits of the beastly unknown. We are
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| | understanding that his rump was getting a
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| matched in elegance --- feral creatures,
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| | mule's kick up it.Some knotty thief
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| profiting from a vocation that strokes
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| | stands in defiance. "I'll make eyelets in
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| the soul in either way we choose. Ryas,
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| | your fancy shirt Ryas!" he promises,
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| volcanic and refined, steals the blood of
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| | fumbling out his clunky gun."And I'll
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| men like a prankish whore. My manhood is
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| | button your head through your rear, sir"
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| a mere nub that is left clanging at his
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| | was the awakened reply."Eyelets and
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| pull.Yes, he is handsome. His erect ego
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| | buttons? Is this the ladies' sewing
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| curls my trigger-finger. I want to kill
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| | circle?" spits another of the boys,
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| him. I'll send him out in a rhapsody of
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| | leaving with coward's haste.The jittery
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| lead I think, as he shuffles the deck,
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| | barkeeper rushes over a bottle of
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| lubricating the cards with his appeal.
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| | gambler's tonic, knowing the time is
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| Watching him wrings my liver out.His girl
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| | appropriate to muzzle Ryas. "A flush of
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| is next to him, posing like a ripe tart
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| | liquor, Ryas?" he said, showing the label
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| -- her flimsy elegance deodorizing the
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| | to be his bush best."Fill my vessel" said
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| poker circle. He kneads the vulgar
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| | Ryas, always the winner.Fiendishly he
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| tassels that dangle cheaply from her
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| | dispatched a toast, pointing the finger
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| scooped neckline. "Splendiferous, my
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| | of Zeus at the snorting Grete who was
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| dear'" comes his approval of her whorish
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| | inhaling anger in strangles. "Here's to
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| looks. Ryas cuts me a look. His poetic
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| | the belly of Jupiter, my friend. Suckle
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| speech seems ridiculous in this blasted
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| | the wine and baste yourself in
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| shack.He is aroused; searching the faces
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| | marrow."Confusion set on Grete's mottled
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| of nowhere men. He always liked to string
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| | face. "Your words is rot Leefman! I'll be
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| common bushrangers along, baffling them
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| | danged if you peg my ass. Are we a
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| with his smooth, easy talk. He'd pass
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| | playing or not?"Ryas elasticized his
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| around acrid whiskey and tobacco to get
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| | southern accent. "I'm genuine.
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