PATCH
This journey had been anything but amusing. I have never been in a truck. This old or this size. Ever. The whole experience seems to come with more pain and discomfort then necessary. I am young and here? I’m no expert in what we are about to undertake.
It’s a combination of my uncles driving skills, the dusty roads, constant pot holes, cattle grids, silence and open space that’s making this seem strange. The radio is just static. My uncle is just stoic. My hand is resting on patch. We both like the contact, Patch the mongrel, Mitch the problem child. Where kindred spirits now.
The constant grinding of gears, shuffled downwards to slow our descent into gullies and seemingly crunched with equal gusto to accelerate up and over them. Leads to more dust, pot holes, and cattle grids. Seemingly endless. The sun has been up
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Patch and I are getting to know each other.
“Shouldn’t do that to her”. ‘Uncle Dave’ is back. “She’s one of the working dogs”
Dave has a way about him, My Aunty Loves him, he care immensely for her. The life he leads, the people in his town, his family station, his friend’s. Mean everything to him and he seems to know everyone. Problem is Dave and I don’t really know each other. We are working this out on the run.
I need to know why I can’t play with patch. I stand tall and proud and nervous and I’m sure I’m actually shaking.
“So what if she a working dog, we are just playing” I lean down and start patting her slowly from head to behind her ears. I’m looking. Waiting for an answer. Dave began in his, ‘Watch that its hot’ conversation style. He thinks I’m a bit of a lost cause.
“Working dogs have a job to do on a property. He has a rag in his hand and he’s cleaning grease and oil and dirt off them. Just staring past me. I’m wondering why even bother, your hands will never be clean. When he first shook my hand upon meeting I flinched. That stuff is like inside
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and that 's when I moved to another school. Moving was more like a new beginning for me