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The paddleboat ride along the Darling was interesting, but noisy. I wondered whether folks brought unruly children in the hope that they’d fall in, but this was too far upstream to think they’d be eaten by a giant cod, like Ken in “Love Serenade.” But that took place far downstream, along the Murray. And it was just an idle fantasy. (The Murray Cod, which can grow to about two metres, is not really a cod in a Northern Hemisphere sense, but a giant freshwater perch.) But it was interesting to observe the growth along the banks, where the line of successive floods and droughts produced distinct lines. Much like the rings on tree trunks.

I skipped lunch, intending to have a decent dinner. But I drove back and sat in Lawson Park, reading Madman’s Bend, which takes place along the Darling, between Louth and Tilpa. I’d be driving there tomorrow. Looking at the maps, I could drive (pretty much) along the Darling from Bourke to Louth and have lunch and a beer at Shindy’s Inn. If I had two beers, I’d wait an hour prior to proceeding to Tilpa, where I hoped to stay at the Tilpa Hotel on the north/west side of the Darling. Before dinner, however, I tried out the sat-phone, calling Patrick.

I got him, narrated some of my travels over the past three or four days and told him my immediate plan. “Sounds fine,” he responded. “Meet any sheilas?”

I laughed. Outside of waitresses, only a woman in her forties at the motel.”

“Well, be wary.”

I told him of the brats on the paddleboat and how they served as a deterrent.

“Where after Tilpa?”

“I’m not sure. I might follow the Darling down to Wentworth and read Sturt as I go. On the other hand, I might go to Wilcannia, north to White Cliffs and then west into the desert. I might go through Broken Hill and overland to Lake Frome. Or even west to Oodnadatta and north to Finke, just inside the Territory.”

“Lots of choices. How’s the Rover?”

“Perfect, so far. I’ll fill up on diesel and fill both cans tomorrow morning and get a case of bottled water. Unless I do go through Broken Hill, I won’t be in any largish places.”

“Right. Broken Hill is under 20 thousand. But I’d bet Wilcannia hasn’t near a thou.”

“I’d bet on under 700!”

We both laughed.

“I’ll tell the mulga wire that you’re on walkabout. If you meet a group in western NSW or in South Australia, they’ll know you’re a good person.”

“Thank you.”

“Tell anyone that you’re the Carpet Python’s father.”

“Yes. By the way, have you heard from Sarah?”

“No. But you haven’t been away for a week.”

“True. Love to Rachel.”

I returned to The Wine Glass and then strolled back to the motel. The notion of Patrick using the mulga wire to look out for me was interesting. I hadn’t even asked about the house. That must mean I’m getting to some sort of normal state. Or at least equipoise.

Well before ten I was on my way, via Louth Road, to Shindy’s Inn.

Bourke sits on the rim of one of the world’s major natural features – the Great Artesian Basin. It comprises 1.7 million square kilometres of underground water that is about two million years old. The total volume of this vast resource is thought to be about 8,700 million mega litres; it currently discharges 570,000 mega litres each year.

Louth is 100 kilometres downstream of Bourke, and was described by Henry Lawson as place that loved “a drink, a party and a punt.”

There were no races at this time of year, but Shindy’s was known for its cold beer and its friendly locals. It was relatively cool and damp under the foliage as I drove. Two utes going towards Bourke were all the traffic I encountered. It was before noon when I reached Shindy’s. I parked and went in to the bar.

“G’day,” said the barman as I walked in. I was looked over by the two grizzled regulars.

“Dayee. I’m going to want lunch in a bit. But I was wondering whether I could go down the bank to the river.”

“Ain’t holdin’ you back. There’s lotsa yabbies, if you’re lookin’.”

“No. Not my thing.”

“Got a fishin’ permit?”

“No. Nor tackle. Just looking around. Might want an ant or two.”

“We lot plenny o’them,” said a regular. “Big uns that bite.”

“Black?”

“Dam’ right they are. Big as the end o’ yer thumb.”

“Bulldog ants,” I said. “There are nearly a hundred kinds, all over Australia. I saw one in the Alice some years ago. The sting can be dangerous, but it’s certainly painful.”

“If yer not back fer lunch, we’ll warn folks downstream,” said the other regular.

“Kind of you. Let’s hope it’s not necessary.” I gave a brick [$20 note] to the barman. “Beer for my mates, please.”

There was a break in the brush and a path down the bank. I walked a few paces towards the water, but it didn’t look like a promising site. The dark trees seemed to overhang the trail and the river’s littoral. There was a movement in the brush. It was a fair-sized Morelia spilota metcalfei, a Murray-Darling carpet python.

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My Secret Girlfriend "So, off to see the woman you've stashed away again, Ken?" Barbara was always teasing me about my love life (or lack thereof). I'm guessing that married women feel they're entitled to know everyone's business for some reason. "Uh, she's not 'stashed away' Barb, just, well, she's a bit shy." "Is she really ugly, is that why you don't want us to meet her, Ken? We won't judge. Let's set up drinks after work, just to be friendly." Boy, she never lets...

Its an Ill Wind

(Many thanks to Dawnj, whose editing made this story into a real one! All typos etc. are mine. If you only want the bedroom bits, please turn to page 5.) * August may be a wicked month, but there’s no month as unpredictable as November, nor as unpleasant at times, and that day the weather had steadily deteriorated. When she tried to open the back door she had to put all her weight against it, and even then it was quite a job. She was met by a blast of rain that came straight from the...

Following DoryChapter 13 Celebration

We had scheduled our trip for the Monday following commencement and Dory was ready and champing at the bit when I arrived to pick her up early that morning. Her mother and father were both there to see us off and she obviously had their blessing for this adventure. I had made a reservation for the 8:30 ferry and we made it in plenty of time. It was cloudy, but calm and fairly warm that morning, so it was an easy crossing to Nanaimo. I had checked the long range forecast before we left and it...

Me and Mr Bill Part 1 21

Part 1: I had been chatting electronically with an admirer named Mr. Bill or as his IG name was, Nastyokie69. I met him online on IG several years ago and we became Kik buddies. The photos of his beautiful 8 inch cock always made me so wet and made it impossible for me to keep my hands from venturing in all my sexual spots, especially my drenched little cunt! His nasty photos on IG and his audio and video files that he sent me thru Kik always made me hot and excited. Now, I was finally...

Card PartyChapter 11 The week

“Mr Pryzck is here to see you, Susan,” the receptionist told her on the telephone. Susan left her desk to meet Peter at the door to her office, telling her assistant they did not want to be disturbed. She waved Peter past her into the office and closed the door behind her. “What is it, Peter? What’s the ‘personal matter’ you need to talk about? It’s not the kids, is it?” Peter smiled and shook his head. “No, Susan, it’s something else.” He moved toward her and took her gently by the...

BJ Jones the Story of My Life Book 2Chapter 170

Monday was long, all morning was with the joint chiefs and updates - one right after the other. The Secretary of the Navy and the representative from Newport News Shipbuilding came with a positive attitude for the first time in months. Usually they acted like I was the dentist. The Fordson was back at the dock and engineers had solutions to many of the problems. It was going to take weeks to complete all the fixes and another shakedown cruise. They also had an update on the Stennis post...

Mutual Affection with College Student

I taught Chris when she was age 18. being a student councillor, I had a great deal of opportunity to mentor her. I had been her favourite teacher for several years. after 5 years, we met again when she applied for an internship with a youth organisation which I was appointed executive director. I was very happy to see her. she has grown more beautiful and now has nice body. she was dressed professionally with good view of her breast and short skirts. as I interviewed her, I was dreaming of...

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