The Tracks We Tread
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Scannell’s hand sought the hard young one, and gripped it.
“I’m sorry—but it’s hard on me, too. I’ll never get another headman like you, Ted. Well—you’ll see us through shearing?”
“Wouldn’t I have gone a month ago ef I hadn’t meant that? Yes, I’ll wait till that is done.”
“Then,” said Scannell, “we had better go on. For there is no more to say.”