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Ronald George Hunter Australia (Verified User) Posts 4319 Dogs 0 / Races 0 16 Sep 2018 02:24
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Sandy had decided to make himself a little more comfortable, by propping himself up against the recent piled sand, his eyes were still stinging and sore, although his vision was now limited, he made a concerted effort to call Chooka's name out loud in the hope of a response, but the moment he tried, his throat suddenly registered a painful raspiness associated with the hot sand's damage. Meanwhile, Chooka had summoned enough strength to move his arm, to a semi sheltering position covering his eyes, he lay on his right side, as his left ankle was broken, he felt less pain this way. His tongue was getting more swollen as the time passed, it was now beginning to impede his breathing. Forever the joker, he thought how comical he must look, laying twisted this way, and the metal detector strapped across his back, like some old Alien intruder. His comical performance, had now attracted an audience of four old patient crows.
Reclining back in the shady recess at the front of the pub, Tom was talking to Jack about life in general, when old Lofty said he was going to take a nap, which would refresh him before they returned with the two lads. Glancing at his watch, Tom saw it was two thirty already. So, he and Jack swallowed the last of their beers, and sauntered off to load the vehicle with the few extras, that any experienced traveler in this country would. Twenty minutes later, they set off to retrieve Sandy and Chooka.
As the time slowly passed, Sandy became more and more worried about the whereabouts of Chooka, he had expected to see or hear his old friends jovial character materialize somewhere in the clearing, but there was only the slight murmerings of bird and insect life recovering.
Tom, and Jack had traveled about thirty kilometers along the old sandy track, before they noticed that a turbulent storm had been through there, the sandscape had changed dramaticly, what old trees that had been, were no longer visible, and the newly soft deposited sand was making it harder for the vehicle to proceed. Tom stopped, and deflated the tyres for more traction, and as he reengaged gears, the look on Jack's face mirrored his own mind. Eventually they reached their destination, according to the GPS system, they were exactly forty kilometers from the pub. They whole area had changed, into what looked like a freshly dug sand mine, with a couple of odd looking larger piles of sand in the middle. Ten minutes later, they found Sandy slumped behind the second pile, he was very weak, and could not speak, they lifted him gently, made a quick inspection for any breaks. then assisted him to the vehicle, where they stretched a tarp out from it, so they could lay him in the shade, and cool him down some.
Chooka's condition was fast approaching critical, when the sun seemed to stop burning his arm, his breathing was now down to a low labored wheeze, his sudden release from the sun was caused by the encroachment of shade afforded from the ridge he lay by. The old leafless sticky bush that stood off away, now looked as if it was shrouded in black, there were so many crows in it. His last defiant thought was, to switch on the detector, what had he to lose, maybe someone would see the humour of it, but when he did, it registered a strong hit!
Jack had told Tom to stay with Sandy, while he searched to the other end, then he would branch out further. Tom agreed, but that jack take the old rifle with him, in case he managed in any way to find Chooka, then he could fire a shot telling of his discovery, meanwhile he would contact the pub, and ask for some assistance. Jack grabbed the rifle. and plenty of water, before he started the search. Jacks search of the old surrounds brought no success, so he went to move further out, but before he did, he decided to check the last big pile of sand, to see which side was still filtering the loose sand from the pile, this would give him some indication of the way the storm was blowing, and he would search that way. The filtering sand, was on the side pointing east, so he moved in that direction. After a another ten minutes, he noticed that a couple of crows were spiraling down towards a ridge some four hundred meters off to his right. His experience of these birds, was that they had an uncanny telepathy amid themselves for food. On his last fifty meters of his approach, they began to lift up on the hot spirals of breeze, with a cawking protest towards his sudden appearance. He spotted Chooka, who was lying prostrate, and not seeming to be breathing, he turned immediately and fired three shots off. Then he bent to examine Chooka closely, and soon discovered the major problem, this man was on the brink of death, and he knew that he had to strip him, and pour water over him, for that is the only way to give a perishing man a drink, for the gasping skin absorbs the water, then presently the swollen tongue will loosen a little, then the person can swallow a few drops of the liquid of life. Jack completed his task, and sat back relieved, then noticing the detector was on, he turned it off.
Tor Janes Australia (Verified User) Posts 10024 Dogs 16 / Races 0 16 Sep 2018 05:24