Booraby walked along the beach holding his spear, which he struck with a palm leaf every once in a while. On his feet he wore large feather­ed shoes like snow shoes. His feet left no mark upon the sand. He looked straight ahead and struck the spear with the palm leaf.

Genoa Jack was yarding cattle with his vibrant roan mare. The boss was leaning over the rails counting his brands. “O.K. Jack that’ll do. Now go and get the house cows and mind you don’t lather the mare.” “O.K. boss.” Jack watched the boss walk off to the homestead. Birra- wong was coming from the shack beside the house with a billy of tea for Jack, and as she passed the boss, she east her eyes down and tried to cov- ei her breasts with her arms. I he slack paunched white man muttered something as he went passed and when the girl looked up her eyes were full of fear.