Chapter 22
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In the late evening as the shadows floated in across the mountains they dropped down the track towards the homestead. As they adjusted the shoulder of the slope , the shooting brake was transforming through the door into the yard. The two men got out, Fletcher went straight inside , how ever Morgan stood sitting tight for them . . . . . . . . . .
" An amazing day for a stroll on the mountain ," he said , the trademark cynical grin pulling at the edge of his mouth . . . . . . . . . . . .
" Any difficulty ?" Rogan said . . . . . . . . . .
Morgan shook his head . He moved to the back of the brake , opened the entry way and lifted a carpet to unveil four mailbags flawlessly collapsed and several earthy colored paper
bundles containing the regalia .
" Four was every thing you could get ?"
Morgan gestured . " He had these in stock, in a manner of speaking. He might have us more this evening, however I concluded you wouldn't need us to stay nearby ."
Hannah and Brendan had gone into the house and the two men remained there alone in the weighty downpour . " That is it then, at that point ," Rogan said . " Nothing remains at this point but to stand by ."
" That is all ," Morgan said and there was a slight , ridiculing edge to his voice . . . . . . . . . . . .
Rogan took a gander at him consistently briefly . Just when Morgan flushed and turned away did he turn and stroll to the house . . . . . . . . . .
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