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The Grey Brumby Horse

The Grey Brumby horse Don befriended him, as he'd learnt from old Joe White. He trained and taught and got him trim, and rode him with delight. Billy Dargan, he called the grey, Ben Hall's, Assassin's, name. .....Ben Hall was an Aussie Busranger He often towed dead cows away, Ben never shot anyone. ride or drive him he was game. Dargan was his only friend, he fed him Mulga leaves each day. On damper and corn meat he'd depend, starvation said he may. At last he left the sad Box creek, rode Dargan to the Fish Lagoon. Found Joe was sick and the horses weak, death waited to call the tune. 'Its not too bad' spoke the Leatherhead,...yappy grey bird in that from his perch in the Gum tree high. lonesome place The blind old man swore aloud and said, 'It's not too good, you lie! ' He arrived in time to save the day, saved Joe and the horses too. He shifted camp found grass I say, what else could a bushman do. by D H Johnson. Billy Dargin was Ben Hall’s friend who led the police to his campsite and death for Ben. How many Pieces of silver ...

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Date: 5/8/2011 7:37:00 PM
another wonderful rhyme with an historical tale thrown in
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Date: 5/8/2011 6:53:00 PM
Well I luv horses DON .. wow ..how about that luv.. and this tale of intrigue and mystery is super awesome in it's content and storyline.. told and penned creatively well.... now is it a true one luv? seems to be with your footnote.. luv that how many pieces of silver line...
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