The Shearer - Page 33: ‘Thanks, Mr Young.’ Joe muttered, let his hand go and gave a wink to Hannah before he joined his mates. ‘Where’re we off to now Joe? The next shed, so I can beat your tally.’ Bluey laughed. ‘Hope there won’t be a bloody gal there to make you do what you did at this place.’ ‘Tilbooroo Station not far from Eulo. Got to be there to start work day after tomorrow.’ Joe said. He looked across to Hannah who no doubt heard his comment to Bluey. She looked at him and motioned her head to meet him outside near the sheep pens. Around the opposite side of the shearing shed and out of view of others Hannah stood with her arms across her chest shuffling her boots in the dirt. ‘When were you going to tell me about going to Tilbooroo Station?’ She asked sternly. ‘When I had an opportunity. I wanted to tell you before I left.’ He muttered. ‘Are you going to see me anymore?’ Her voice lowered; her chin almost touched her neck. ‘I’d love to, but what about your father? I don’t think I’m on top of his list for suitors for you,’ Joe admitted. ‘Don’t worry about my father, what about me?’ Tears welled in her eyes. ’Course I want to see you. I can’t get you out of my head, why do you think I worked my backside off to be ‘gun’ shearer - because of you. I want you to feel proud of me.’
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