Wake in Fright Page #5

I... I've got a rifle.

I'll give you that.

What sort of rifle?

All right,

you ride in the back.

Okay. Thanks.

Hey, you, we're there.

There?

You know...

I thought you said you

were going to Sydney.

Don't know why.

You said city, mate.

Bundanyabba's a city, ain't it?

Well, at least the trip

cost you nothing.

Hey!

I, uh, hate to

trouble you, John,

but rather than tire you,

I thought I'd

write down what had

happened and you

could sign it, okay?

"The gunshot wound to my head

was the result of an accident.

"I was visiting my friend, Clarence F.

Tydon, after a hunting trip.

"I dropped my.22 rifle at the

floor of his kitchen butt first,

"believing it to be unloaded.

"It exploded,

and that's all I remember."

That'll be about it,

wouldn't it?

Here.

You'd think a bloke

who'd won a silver medal

at target shooting

could hit himself

in the head at

a range of three inches.

Give me that.

Don't wanna miss it.

Hey, mate.

- You like a beer?

- Oh.

Thanks.

Here's cheers.

Hello, Charlie.

Did you have a good holiday?

The best.

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