Newspaper article The Morning Bulletin (Rockhampton, Australia)

Tomorrow: The Thrilling Conclusion to Alex's Outback Adventure

Newspaper article The Morning Bulletin (Rockhampton, Australia)

Tomorrow: The Thrilling Conclusion to Alex's Outback Adventure

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"Well, where is he?" my father said as we scanned the area, looking for the old man.

"He was walking towards the cow paddock," I said.

My father looked at me as if he couldn't quite make up his mind whether to believe me or not.

"Okay, we'll take a quick look," he said, finally.

We quickly changed into work clothes and headed outside.

The morning air was crisp and cold. A thin fog hovered above the ground giving the property an eerie appear-

ance.

The song of birds awakening to a new day shrilled in the distance.

"We'll take the four-wheel drive," my father said.

"We'll cover more ground and have a better chance of catching up to this guy that way."

As the engine turned over, the radio automatically switched on and began blasting rockabilly country music.

My father made a pained expression and turned it off.

"Keep your eyes peeled," he said. "If this man is out here we'll find him."

"There!" I said, after a moment, pointing to a figure I could see moving in the distance.

My father leaned forward, almost pressing his face against the windshield, to get a better look.

"I see him, too," he said. "Hold on."

The vehicle accelerated, sending me bouncing in the seat as it sped over the bumpy terrain.

As we closed in, we saw the figure was riding a horse.

"Oh, perfect," my father mumbled, "looks like he's stolen one of my horses."

The car skidded to a stop as we reached a steep bank, impossible for even a 4WD to climb.

"We'll have to go on foot," my father said, already outside and making his way up the bank with difficulty. I followed.

When I reached the top I could see the figure was not that of the old man I had seen earlier.

From behind, this person seemed middle-aged and taller. Then I noticed what he was doing.

He was kneeling by the edge of a billabong, which was used to water our cattle, and he was pouring a sack of white powder into it.

"Hey! …

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