brumbies some more.
âWhenâs the draft?â
âNext weekend,â said Bob.
âCan I meet you there?â One more week without money or clothes wouldnât hurt . . .
Bob shrugged. âYeah. Tysonâs driving to the shop. Iâll get him to pick up some tucker for you, hey.â He looked at the reel in Lukeâs hand. âYou might get a bit hungry otherwise.â
âHey, reckon you could get me a ride at that draft?â asked Luke. It was one way to get money â win it.
Bob pulled a maybe face. âSee what I can do.â
15
THE NEXT MORNING , Luke rushed to the edge of the clearing where Tyson was stepping into the big twin cab. âTyson, wait up!â
Tyson held out his hand and shook Lukeâs urban style again. âYou keep your belly power strong, ay,â he said, âand when you go near them horses, itâll tell you if itâs a good one or a bad one. If you feel it pulling, follow it. You still connected?â
Luke grinned and nodded, knowing what was coming next.
Tyson swung a fist into his belly and, as Luke twisted to deflect it, it connected heavily with his ribs. He staggered backwards. âOh, geez.â He sank to the ground, clutching his ribs.
Tyson looked puzzled. âWhere were your feet, boy?â
âOhhh,â Luke moaned. âI think you broke something.â
Tex pulled himself across the bench seat of the twin cab and peered out the open window. âBloody âell, Tyson,â he grumbled. âWhatcha done to the little fulla now ?â
Luke writhed on the ground. Tyson squatted next to him. âI didnât think I got you that bad.â
Tex got out of the ute. âLet me have a look,â he said, prising Lukeâs hands from his chest and lifting his shirt.
Luke opened one eye. âIs it bad?â he croaked.
A wave of seriousness washed over the men as they looked over his ribs. Tex looked perplexed. âCanât tell,â he said. âHow many lumps you have before?â
Luke let out a painful wheeze. âJust three,â he lied.
Tex, with a look of intense concentration, poked at the various lumps and counted. âYou got more than that âere, now.â His face turned thunderous and he swore as he slapped Tyson hard across the back of the head. âGo ring the flying doctors, now ,â he ordered. âYou probably punctured his lung!â
Luke rolled away from Tyson. He couldnât keep a straight face for much longer.
âCan you breathe okay?â asked Tyson.
âJust find a phone,â snapped Tex.
Luke nearly choked as a laugh escaped him. He tried to mask it as cries of agony. He caught a glimpse of Tysonâs frowning face and couldnât help chuckling loudly. His ribs had never been so funny before. âGotcha,â he squeaked.
âYou cheeky little . . .â
Behind Tyson, Tex hissed and chugged so hard he sounded as though he would split at the seams. Bob leaned against his ute, one hand over his mouth, trying to hide a smirk. But his welling eyes gave him away.
Tyson walked back to the twin-cab. He yanked the back door open, pulled out his swag and threw it on top of Luke, following it with a bag of instant oats. âHere, have some more horse food,â he said, lobbing them at Lukeâs head.
Luke ducked under the swag and deflected the oats. When he looked out the other side, Tyson was stepping into the driverâs seat.
The wild-haired man grinned and started the engine. âThe best teachers learn from their students, ay. You got me a good one.â He ran a hand gingerly over his left shoulder. âYou got me a couple of good ones. I wonât forget.â
âThanks, Tyson,â Luke said. âYou got me some good ones too.â
âListen to your belly.â Tyson winked as he put the ute in gear. âItâll keep you safe.â
Tex leaned across Tyson. âDonât go
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