Chapter 33

“Nah, mate, I’m an Aussie.” Bruce said, seemingly unaware of Colin’s threat. “I’d wither up in your cold and damp climate. Besides, I couldn’t drink that warm shit you lot call beer.”

“Better than that wallaby piss you Aussies drink,” Colin immediately replied.

Martin and Bruce laughed.

“Want to check out the shearing shed next?” Bruce asked.

“Yeah, okay,” Martin replied, although he was secretly hoping they’d be heading back. Then he got an idea. “Maybe we should go back to the homestead. I need the loo.”

“There’s dunnies in the shearing shed, and it’s a lot closer. The shearers’ union made all the graziers provide facilities for the workers.”

“Okay.” Martin sank back against Colin, who chuckled.

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“Wow, it’s huge,” Colin said, seeing the shearing shed come into view as they crested a hill.

“Needs to be,” Bruce told him.

As they drew nearer, Colin described the single-storey metal-sided building to Martin.