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A Bunch of Battlers

She grabbed Billy, pushed him up into the branches of a tree and
stood watching with horror.
The pig, savage with pain, lumbered towards Mike. Pete grabbed
the rifle and fired wildly. The pig stopped, retreated, then turned
and charged. Pete stood his ground, and, holding the rifle steady,
fired. The pig dropped.
Robyn ran to him, crying with relief. Pete hugged her as she
sobbed.
There was a plaintivecryfromBilly“Iwannagetdown!Lemme
seethepig!Pete!Pete!”
Robyn knelt to examine Mike while Pete retrieved Billy and
carried him over on his shoulders.
Robyn sent Billy to bring a water bottle from the cave while she
made a shelter to protect Mike from the sun and wind.
PetecheckedthebikeItseemedokay“I’llgoforhelp”He
kicked the starter and was off.
Mike regained consciousness as Robyn was sponging his face.
“Don’tmove”shewarned“Yourleg’sbrokenPete’sgonefor
help”
“Whoareyou?”questionedBilly“I’mBilly; I live in the cave up
there”
“Youcrashedyourmotorbike”headdedconversationally
Mike’sheadwasclearbuthestillfeltasifhewasinadream “I
waschasingapig”heremembered
“Petekilledit”interruptedBilly“Itwasgoingtoeatyouallup”
“Where did you come from? What hasbeengoingonhere?”
asked Mike
“Well”answeredRobynruefully“Ifyoufeeluptoitwe’vea
longstorytotellyou”
“Good-oh – itwillfillintime‘tiltheflyingdoctorgetshere!”Mike
grinned against the pain
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