"You thought that the Walers were good bushmen?" Black shook his head. "They couldn"t find their arse with both hands tied behind their back."
Selkirk hid his smile. "I found them more than adequate. How good are you?"
"I"m South Australian," Black boasted, "I can track the footprints of Jesus Christ through a b****y thundercloud blindfolded and with a bottle of rum in each hand."
Selkirk grinned. You"ll do me.
You"ll do me."So what are you doing with this mob?" Black indicated Selkirk"s sweating riders as their attempt to form a column to ride into camp ended in total confusion. Batsford lost control of his horse and ended face down in the desert once more. Selkirk allowed Crosier the dubious pleasure of reprimanding the unfortunate man.
"Just training them," Selkirk said and ignored
