To celebrate the immenant launch of Peter Rake's debut novel, 'The Outback Story - The Adventures and Loves of 'Tiger' Williams', the price of Peter Rake's five short stories have been reduced to $0.99 apiece and the collection of six short stories and two poems to $2.99.
This is the perfect opportunity to sample Peter's work for less than the cost of a cup of coffee.
Choose from 'The Pup' - a comical tale set in droving country; 'Notty' - a suspense comedy full of wit and Aussie slang; 'On Swallow's Wings' - an urban tale of love and loss; 'The Awakening' - a coming of age story; and 'The Coachman' - to get swept into the past. All these fabulous short stories are now $0.99 each.
'Fair Dinkum Yarns From the Australian View' on the other hand is the complete collection, plus the comical but moving yarn about 'Arthur', the drunk sheep station hand who finds that it's harder to end it all than he first thought. The collection is now available for $2.99.
Find them all here.
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Tuesday, July 24, 2012
Droving Outtakes #2
A droving contractor, Bill Chambers, asked me to call around to his home to talk about a job.
As he told me to be early I arrived at around 5.00am. After knocking on the front door with no answer I walked down the side alley of his home.
I could see the kitchen window open and I could hear noises from within the house, so I called out, "Are ya' there Bill?"
With no reply, I called louder, "Are you there Bill...Are you up Mrs Chambers?" thinking that it was her making the noises.
As a young teenager I was rather embarrassed at the reply, "No, he ain't up Mrs Chambers, he's havin' a shower, I'll tell him you're 'ere".
Such is the unexpected life of a boy in the bush.
As he told me to be early I arrived at around 5.00am. After knocking on the front door with no answer I walked down the side alley of his home.
I could see the kitchen window open and I could hear noises from within the house, so I called out, "Are ya' there Bill?"
With no reply, I called louder, "Are you there Bill...Are you up Mrs Chambers?" thinking that it was her making the noises.
As a young teenager I was rather embarrassed at the reply, "No, he ain't up Mrs Chambers, he's havin' a shower, I'll tell him you're 'ere".
Such is the unexpected life of a boy in the bush.
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