Clancy's Ecstasy: A Narrative Fiction

The wind whirled wildly through the gum leaves, kookaburras sang joyful songs. The cattle grazed in the kangaroo grass, with the Willy Wagtails feasting on the fleas doing the cattle a favor. Strong smells of the damped ground lingered around; the sun laid low in the sky. The night was setting in to be a cold one; winter had never set in so early as this season. The old horseman laid up against the fallen silky oak. Best horseman anyone had ever seen, they said that he was a horse whisperer. He was heading towards the cattle station, everyone wanted to have a glimpse of him.

The horseman was Clancy of the overflow, everyone knew ‘is name, he would ride with pride. Clancy could single handedly steer a heard of cattle and catch a mob of brumbies with ease. Clancy galloped his horse over the last stony hill and took a first glimpse of the cattle station. “Oh mate it’s been a long time” Clancy murmured. It had been
Clancy put on a cuppa and stoked the fire. Outside it’s just one big mist, you could not see more than the end of the barn. There were clatters of cantering horses in the distant hills. Clancy grabbed his tea and went to find Harrison. Dozens of the most experienced horsemen had come from far and wide to gather by Harrison’s house. Harrison was saying something about the colt from old regret had escaped. Clancy moved in closer to gather more of what he was saying.

“There you are Clancy! The colt from old Regret got away
and has joined the wild bush horses, he is worth a thousand pounds!” panicked Harrison. Harrison suspected that Jim had set the colt free. Here comes Jim he’s coming to prove that he’s not the culprit. "That horse will never do
for a long and tiring gallop. Lad, you'd better stop away. Those hills are far too rough for such as you." Harrison advised. I think we ought to let him come. For both his horse and he are mountain bred. Clancy