A tnue stony of life in the back country of Australia by Reginald L. Ottley
' Startled, the big bay bucked sky-high. I saw Mick jerk, as the horse bolted. From there on, all I could see was a hazy whirr of wheel spokes, spewing up dust. Then, Mick, horse, sulky, and smothering dust hurded out of sight.'
