Page 29 - Homestead By Ann Newhouse
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“Well Ned, Sofie has told me you would like to stay here in the homestead,” John Tirrell’s voice echoed around the room. My throat went dry and I couldn’t get a sound out.
“What is wrong with you, have you nothing to say for yourself?” John asked.
“Sir, I would like, perhaps, to settle here and work for my keep. I know only farm work, but I can learn to do whatever you ask of me,” I spluttered out without taking a breath.
“Father, . . . Ned has no family. He lost his parents not too long ago and that’s why he finds himself here. He has regained most of his strength now and could train to work the cattle drive,” Sofie glanced to me for assurance.
“Yes, yes Sir, I would be willing to do anything and I’m sure I could do the cattle run,” I pleaded. Josh said, “It would be a pleasure to work with you,” as he stood and shook my hand.
“Ok, ok, that will do, I have not heard Ned’s story yet. When I have, then maybe we can come to some agreement,” John said a little less aggressively than earlier. I started to explain.
“Well Sir, I set out from my home to make a better life for myself. I admit I was taking a risk, as I had seldom been outside the local area of our smallholding, never mind the state. When my parents passed, I was alone. I sold the few possessions I had, to help me make this journey. It didn’t amount to much, but I still have most of it. I walked across the desert, foolishly perhaps,” I added. I could see from the expression on John’s face he was impressed.
“You understand, I’m the boss. What I say goes. If you are not happy with my rules then you leave or I’ll kick you out,” John got up and went to the drinks cabinet giving me a chance to think about his ultimatum. Calling Josh to assist, he poured a small glass of whiskey for the three of us, and a sherry to Sofie.
“Father, Ned still needs a couple of days more before he can get back into hard work. I’d like for you to start with something a little less strenuous. He still sometimes has to use his crutches to support himself,” Sofie suggested.
I was afraid John would change his mind about me, thinking I was not up to the job.
“No, it’s Ok. I feel strong enough to ride, I don’t need my crutches for that,” I quickly said, almost shouting, thinking that was the only way to remove any doubts John would have.
“Ok son, you have ten days to dump the sticks and get fit enough to be of use. Josh will give you a run down on how we work around here, and you can sign up for the next cattle run.” John stood up to show he was finished speaking on the subject and headed for the dining room. We followed a few


































































































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