Hiding in the back of a Utility.

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It's late after noon, in Southern Australia. The sun is slowly dropping and the distant sound of a great many sheep can be heard in the distance along with a barking dog.

There's a good sized home infront of the large sheep farm that lies on this land. a short distance away there is a Ford utility sitting in the red dirt driveway. In the tray in the

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What you did there, I see it.

[bye_to_yer_head]

BLU was walking down the dirt road, bow strung across his shoulder, unsure how he had gotten there, but as was the way with dreams not really concerned with finding out. He watched the sheep tearing the grass for a moment, nostalgia hitting him hard at the sight.

But he carried on walking, having some purpose, somewhere he needed to be, though he wasn't sure what.

Nearing the farmhouse a tiny scrap of blue fabric caught his eye and he peered over the edge of the truckbed before recoiling. He hadn't meant to intrude on someone, especially not a child.

"You alroight there?"

[bye_to_yer_head]

"Well that ain't roight. Ain't nothin' wrong with bein' a girl. Be pretty bloody boring if everyone was a bloke."

[missaccuracy]

"There is on a sheep farm! Girls have no place here!"

[bye_to_yer_head]

"An why not? Yer mum's here ain't she? She has a place here."

[missaccuracy]

"She only does housework and shopping for food"

Sammie looks up at him.

"She's not allowed to help work th' sheep"

[bye_to_yer_head]

"Why th' hell not? Yer dad gonna do it all himself? Waste of a good pair 'f hands."

[missaccuracy]

"S'what John, and Pete are for... And what I was meant t'be for. Mummy's only meant t'clean and cook."

Her brothers were 10 and 7 years older than her respectively. And were already getting as tall as the BLU sniper. They were everything Sammie was meant to be.

There were two voices on the wind, both male. They sounded amused as they told Sam that she was too short, little, and delicate to keep up with them.

[bye_to_yer_head]

"Hn. I ain't never lived on a farm so maybe I ain't th' best judge. But that seems a mite wasteful. Ya look loike you could handle yerself."

He wasn't exactly sure why he was consoling her, he didn't even like kids, especially ones that were sobbing in the back of trucks. But he continued to lean against the truck, rolling his knife in his hands to have something to do other than stare at her in confusion.

"Maybe it'll get better when yer older."

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She heaves a heavy sigh.

"Y'really think daddy'll will let me work when I'm bigger?"

[bye_to_yer_head]

"If ya prove you can handle it I don't see why not."

Of course he didn't know the man he was talking about, and he didn't live on a farm so he wasn't really sure what it was like. But it seemed wasteful to let a perfectly good pair of hands not help out with the work and the chores just because she happened to be female.

"An' you should keep th' dress and not tell him. S'yers anyway."

[missaccuracy]

"If I ..Can... Prove I can... Handle it"

She looked up at him with wide eyes. As if the thought had never occured to her before. She almost drops her package.

"Y'think I could?"