It was with great excitement that I returned to my uncle’s farm on Monday morning. Even the early hour couldn’t dampen my enthusiasm. The others had already arrived by the time I got there. They were finishing their coffees and getting ready to start the second and final week of shearing.
“We might finish a day or two earlier if you keep going the way you are,” said my uncle as we climbed the steps to the shearing shed.
“s**t man. We’ll do ourselves out of one or two days’ pay,” said Matt.
My uncle looked over his shoulder. “You’ll get the two full weeks’ pay, you mercenary bastard!”
The others laughed and Tank, who was directly behind Matt, slapped him on the shoulder.
The day couldn’t go fast enough for me. I looked over at Tank every opportunity I got, watching his muscles dancing
