.." The chief held one finger to his lips in thought. He closed his eyes and grunted again. Twice. I'd nearly forgotten about the young lady at his la...p. She squealed quietly and gulped noisily once again, a large drop of white liquid appearing at the edge of her lips. "Missy, I think maybe we have offer for you. We tell you everything want to know about my peoples, and invite you to be center of our most heroic and bashful ceremony, no white persons seen this for over hundred many. Whats your name? Ronnie, she told me as we started to walk out of the park. Well, Ronnie, it looks like its going to pour any minute. Were heading home. Will we see you later? I asked. Our apartment was just down the street, wed make it in time. I live just down the street and around the corner with my mom, she said. But she lets me do what I want in the afternoon. Can I hang with you guys? Fat, lazy raindrops landed with a splat here and there, I wasnt about to argue as we neared our doorstep.. Actually, I’d have to settle whether they wanted me there or would let me take a hotel room.But first I walked past the “Old Dubbo Gaol,” which I discovered was actually the second gaol. But it was an interesting – if extensively rebuilt – site. Though the first “lock-up” was built in 1847-48, the entire developed edifice was closed in 1966 and after a decade of bureaucratic struggle, a “Gaol Restoration Committee” of the Dubbo Historical Society took over a large-scale restoration and. . much.’ My gaze shot about, looking for anything to help me. I saw a broken piece of pipe on the ground before him. I knew it would be a risk, but I was a sitting duck without it. With a quick second’s thought I dove out of my hiding spot, flying for the pipe. He seemed to anticipate my move and kicked the pipe back, grabbing my sweater and forcing me, on my back, on the ground. He placed one hand around my neck, the other holding the knife above me. A sadistic grin lit his face as he murmured.