*DISCLAIMER* I do not own, nor do I claim to own the plot line, characters or anything else regarding Australia. All ownership belongs to Baz Lurhmann and 20th Century Fox. I own nothing.
Nullah's narration – Italics.
Aboriginal native tongue – Spelt how I think it sounds.
Word count – 418 ~Not including A/N's~
Australia.
Chapter 2.
But this story not being that day. This story begin a little while ago in a land far, far away. That land called England.
Grey clouds filtered the skies, hiding the bright yellow sun and gorgeous blue sky. Birds sang as the sound of metal shoes glabboured with a gravel pathway. Lady Ashley, with her short blonde hair pinned back into a bun under her small black hat, guided the pure white horse through the gates and slowly trotted towards a small car, to which a stubby old man emerged, obviously looking for Lady Ashley.
"My husband must sell Faraway Downs." she ordered, powerfully and firmly towards the man, the horse never ceasing to stop.
"But the offer from this cattle king, Mr Carney," he spoke back with a slight hint of worry. He waddled to attempt to keep up with the white horse that Lady Ashley had guided through the stable doors and dismounted, striding quickly towards the back entrance of the stables, "is only one-sixth of what it is worth."
"We need the money, Ramsden!" she ordered back, obviously leaving no room for argument.
"But Maitland is just about to muster the fats." Ramsden replied.
Confusion wiped across Lady Ashley's face, as she furrowed her eyebrows and squinted her eyes, not really understanding what that meant. "What?"
Smiling, Ramsden replied, hoping he would understand. "Gather the big cows ready for market."
"Ramsden," Lady Ashley started, turning, she strode away again to retrieve a cup of tea, prepared just the way she likes it, "You and I both know there is only one reason my husband has spent so much time down under. And it has absolutely nothing to do with cows. At least not of the animal variety."
Disapproving of her chosen words, Ramsden gasped, and with furrowed brows, he lowered his voice, "Lady Ashley, I...I do think that's a bit harsh."
She turned once more, and walked away, Ramsden waddling slowly behind her. "Oh, Ramsden, drink your tea."
"Lady Ashley!" he cried as she mounted a fresh horse. "What do you intend to do?"
Lightly kicking the horse to go forward, she guided it around Ramsden. "I intend to travel to this cattle station, sell it, and bring Maitland home," she guided the horse to gallop towards a small wall, where the brown mare jumped perfectly and landed with ease, "myself!"
"But, Lady Ashley," Ramsden pressed further, not agreeing with whatever decision she had made up in her mind, "It's Australia!"
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Ok so this chapter is really short, but only because the scene on the film is so short. But don't worry, I'm in the middle of writing the next chapter right now (: Have no fear! And I want to thank the two reviewers who have given me the push to write more. Max Rider and Lochinblu. And also to Simusch, who alerted, but didn't review. Thanks you guys :D
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