And I might remind you, as I reminded that damned Organiser who's fired my run, that there's a hundred pounds reward still waiting for anybody who catches the men that robbed my drays and killed my horses.' McKeith paused a moment before going out by the further door of the office which looked out on the plain.
'I'll leave you now to run up your horse and make your own arrangements.

As soon as I can, I shall start to help in getting the bush fire under.

You can arrest that Organiser if you are keen on arresting somebody.

Send in when you're saddled up, and if I'm ready we'll ride to the turn-off track together.' McKeith went back to his wife's room.

She was still sleeping.