hill they pass Mr Bennett, a leathery PÄkehÄ farmer, fixing a fence in the failing light. He smiles at the boys as they run by. Äpi stops and leans on a post.
âCome by tomorrow, Äpi. I need help with the drenching,â says Mr Bennett. The farmer is good to Äpi, giving him jobs. Äpi often helps drench the sheep or do other work around the shearing shed. Now and then the farmerâs wife has Äpi do a spot of gardening or cleaning or odd jobs around their house.
âWill do, Mr Bennett.â Äpi waves, runs to catch up with the other two boys. WÄ« is shaking his head as Äpi approaches.
âWhat?â says Äpi.
âNothing. Just reckon you shouldnât be that cockyâs bloody slave. And what about school?â says WÄ«.
Äpi stops in his tracks and glares at WÄ«. He looks like he might punch his sibling, but instead he puts PÄpu on his back and begins to run again, this time faster. He leaves WÄ« in his dust.
âE, wait up, bros!â calls WÄ«.
As night falls the boys run into Te Kuiti â a flourishing town on the main trunk line. But tonight it is eerily quiet, except for the sound of their feet on the footpath and their breathing. They rush through the streets, not noticing that shops are closed and there are no cars parked on the street. Äpi sets PÄpu down.
âHurry, you fullas. Itâs probably started already.â
They quickly approach a grand building. It is decorated in posters and flanked by a ticket booth edged with gold paint. A large sign above reads âState Theatreâ. It is unlit. The boys finally notice something is amiss.
âHey, whereâs all the people?â says WÄ«.
Äpi looks around, confused. He walks up to the double doors and tries to open them, but they are locked. He peers inside. It is dark.
âWhatâs this say, bro?â says WÄ«, pointing to a sign on one of the doors. Äpi clears his throat.
âIt says âNo showing today due to Good Fridayâ.â Äpi shakes his head, disappointed. PÄpuâs lips quiver.
WÄ« spits a gob on the footpath. âE, No pictures! Good Bloody Friday!â
All three boys press their noses up against the glass door of the theatre and look in longingly.
âE, bloody no pictures alright man,â says WÄ«.
Posters hang in the side windows of the theatre. One shows Roy Rogers and Trigger. WÄ« ogles one featuring the Lone Ranger and Tonto. Äpi goes up to another poster and looks at it with awe. It shows his favourite, the singing cowboy Gene Autry, riding his white-maned horse, Champion. Äpi smiles up at his hero.
He is pulled from his reverie by a tugging at his pants. It is PÄpu, rubbing his tummy sadly.
He says, âMy guts hurt, bro, and this is boring as.â
Behind them WÄ« is riding his pretend steed again up and down the empty footpath, with an oily handkerchief wrapped around his neck.
âHi ho, Silver. Wahoo, man!â
Äpi leans down to PÄpu and whispers in his ear.
âLetâs be cowboys on the lookout for Indians. Maybe they left some kai behind, eh?â
PÄpu nods. Äpi finds his own dirty handkerchief in his pocket and ties it around PÄpuâs neck.
âWÄ« is the Lone Ranger, youâre Roy and Iâm Gene,â says Äpi.
Äpi begins to swagger up and down the street a few times, trying to act tough. Hands on the hips, at the ready to pull out his pretend gun. PÄpu giggles. WÄ« sees him and joins in. He puts his hands on his hips too. Äpi dives behind a rubbish bin and begins to shoot at invisible Indians in the night. He looks inside the rubbish bin and sees a half-eaten hotdog. He leans over to PÄpu.
âLook â the Indians were so scared they ran off and left their kai behind!â says Äpi. PÄpuâs face lights up and he digs into the rubbish. âLook! Injuns are coming,â says WÄ«.
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