yell at me like that, I can damn well hear her.’ ‘Yeah,’ he said out loud. ‘Come along there Nugget, get up,’ called the old man. He turned the gig around, and acknowledged the boy's Aunt Luey with a wave of his stick. Neither spoke as they drove along the dirt track on to the metal road. Then, as the shadows of the overhanging trees cast silhouettes across their faces, the boy's fear of the dark overcame him. His eyes grew large and he felt a tingling in his skin as the wind blew over his face and body. ‘Koro,’ whispered the boy, ‘I'm frightened. Let us go back to the Pa.’ He stood up to get off the gig, and the old man grabbed him to stop him from getting down. The boy screamed, digging his hands into the old man's arm, and the horse, sensing that something was going on between the two of them, neighed, stamped his hooves, reared up and bolted down the road. The old gig creaked and groaned with the sudden wrench, and bumped over the potholes and loose stones on the road. ‘Whoa, you bloody crazy animal, whoa!’ The old man tugged and pulled at the reins. ‘Look what you've gone and done to the bloody horse, and get your hands off me, can't you see that I'm trying to stop him’, he bellowed, trying to loosen the strangling hold the boy had got around his neck. The boy suddenly let the old man go, and they both fell to the bottom of the gig. Holding on fast, they waited till the horse had ran himself out. ‘The horse has stopped running,’ the boy whispered after a while. ‘I know,’ the old man answered, scrambling up in the shaft. Whoa there Nugget, whoa.' are those reins? There they are, all tangled up in the shaft. ‘Whoa there Nugget, whoa.’ The horse stopped immediately, throwing the old man forward on top of its sweating backside. ‘Ahgh!’ spluttered the old man, trying to wipe some of the horse's tail from out of his mouth and nose, ‘I've got a good mind to kill you, you know Nugget.’ He untangled his feet from under the seat and regained his position beside the frightened boy, who had now sat himself on the seat of the gig. ‘That was a good ride, eh boy?’ chuckled the old man, in an attempt to calm the youngster's fear. ‘Old Nugget there still has a bit of kick in her yet, never knew she had it in her, although you

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