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… all the cracks had gathered to the fray.All the tried and noted riders from the stations near and far Had mustered at the homestead overnight,For the bushmen love hard riding where the wild bush horses are,And the stock-horse snuffs the battle with delight.
A.B. Paterson, The Man from Snowy River
Clyde coughed and Milton drained his glass, hastily.
Edna glanced around the dining room—whether she was scanning for potential assassins or just trying to avoid the eyes of those at her table, was unclear.
Rowland gazed calmly at Humphrey Abercrombie. “You don’t say… how terribly inconvenient.”
“I assure you, Rowly, I am deadly earnest!”
“Steady on,” Rowland calmed the Englishman. “Who is trying to kill you?”
“Well how should I know? If I knew who it was I’d simply have the fiend app
