Slaughter At Stringybark Creek
(c) Cederwyn Whitefurr
1st December, 2012
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Weeks passed, as Lachlan and Clanton's uneasy truce held, Lachlan teaching the recuperating Kangaroo how to gut and skin the rabbits and a multitude of other things. Clanton taught Lachlan how to read and write – of a fashion – and other more 'civilised' things. One evening, as Clanton was tending the fire at the mouth of the cave, he heard the rustle of the branches and his head snapped up in alarm.
"You need to be more attentive - " Lachlan snorted, before dropping the gutted carcass of a young Doe wallaby before the fire.
"You can't be serious - " Clanton gagged, staring at the Wallaby's corpse, his ears flattening and eyes going wide.
"Mate, its all I could trap – its either this...or we starve. I don't like it as much as you do," Lachlan sighed. "That flour and such you got for us, there's very little left. I don't know what sort of food you lived on in the Stock