“I reckon Granddad’s story’ll top Uncle Russell’s – no offence, Tris.” Pyran announced from his sleeping bag on the other side of the tent.
“Yeah, I reckon you’re right.” Tristram replied. “I haven’t heard his story yet. Dad says he’s the only man in history to actually get Big Scale out of the water.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“Cool…I can’t wait to hear it, eh?”
It was warm in their tent, rugged up in their sleeping bags. They could just see each other’s face on account of the light from the gas lamps which hissed softly outside.
“Pyran…I saw an aborigine man earlier, just as we were comin’ back from our walk.” Tristram confided.
“Yeah? s**t!” Pyran exclaimed. “You don’t reckon it was that witch doctor ya told me about? The one from the opal?”
“Nah…I asked Mum, and she said it couldn’t have
