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‘I know my way from here. The horse will be very helpful, thank you.’ My friend Stephen Cummins was definitely loyal to me. I went to him.
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I wandered in the nearby bushland for a full day and night, so thirsty I didn’t feel hungry. My shoulder turned red and swollen, stretching the skin painfully. I still couldn’t move my left arm, and I was convinced I’d never be able to use it again.
The trees around me whispered and cackled, and I heard creatures scuttling all around. Half-metallic abominations chittered and clanked in the branches above. In the darkness, I sometimes saw glowing eyes—or perhaps they were stars glimmering through the trees. A pack of dingoes found me just as the sun greyed the Eastern sky. I shot and wounded one of them before they dispe
