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in the process of throwing in for a carton of beer. They were a few dollars short and Tim kicked in. They headed to the pub and returned a short while later.
    Craig and Jacko, as Tim learned they were called, were a bit worse for wear. Their eyes were bloodshot and they were hangin’ out. Once inside their house, they were joined by others who watched the proceedings. Tim didn’t mind but Craig and Jacko had strict procedures as to who could and who couldn’t drink. The ones that were rejected by them, Tim offered a drink. Soon the room had six men and two women in it. Tim slowly brought the subject around to Koories and the land. He asked indirect questions notwanting to seem patronising, but Craig, who seemed the most agile thinker amongst them, quickly landed a broadside at Tim about land rights.
    â€œThat’s what we want, our land back. We’re fucked without it. It’s the source of all of our problems,” Craig said aggressively. “It’s got me fucked how whitefellas get away with murderin’ and thievin’ when all they talk about is Christianity.”
    â€œMaybe it wasn’t God who came with them,” Tim said.
    Craig laughed which made Tim uneasy. He was not looking for a fight. They talked, almost oblivious to everyone else except Jacko.
    â€œI believe in God, man—love, peace and all that—but when you wake every day in a depression, you begin to say ‘what fuckin’ God’?” said Craig emphatically.
    â€œI believe in God and I question all of those things too,” replied Tim.
    â€œI used to be a Christian, go to church and worship and all that. Got on friendly with one of the girls, and the bastards didn’t like it. Made me feel real unwelcome. So I said, ‘you can stick your Christianity right up your arse’.” Craig gestured with his middle finger almost up Tim’s nose.
    Tim reckoned the conversation was getting too heavy and pulled out his pot.
    â€œThey won’t call you a Christian, drinking and smoking dope all the time,” Jacko remarked to Craig.
    â€œI was kicked out. Fuck you,” Craig said as he and Jacko simultaneously do a high-pitched “Yeeeeaaahhh”.
    â€œWe’re all pagans, just pass that fuckin’ joint,” joked Jacko.
    The beer was almost finished when Tim decided to call it a day. It was starting to turn out like Charlie said. He was beginning to question himself and what he really wanted.
    He made his way back to Charlie’s and the reception he got from Charlie was, “I told you so. Them fellas have been like that for years. Don’t expect them to know what they want.”
    â€œIt all got turned around. They’re not exactly optimistic about the future,” Tim said grimly. “I thought they might be a little more on the up.”
    â€œTheir mothers and fathers were like that.”
    â€œI know,” Tim said.
    â€œLocked up in concentration camps,” Charlie adds. “And fed poison.”
    â€œI just feel so sorry for them and their kids. Nothing’s changed in two hundred years for them,” Tim laments.
    â€œAh, well, don’t let it get you down. There are strong people in the community still fighting for them,” Charlie said. “Forget about it, you’ll only run yourself in circles. By the way, the old fella dropped by.”
    â€œDid he say anything?” Tim asked.
    â€œHe said he’d catch up with you.”
    Tim was feeling very tired and bloated from the grog and the dope and lay down for a rest. When he woke it was coming on dusk. He felt much better and was glad he had a friend like Charlie. The house was quiet and Charlie wasn’t home. He had a lingering shower and a cup of tea, then went to look for the old Lawman.
    Tim had gone strangely quiet as he walked. Another black death in custody. When the anger got the better of him he spoke out loud, “What Lord, couldn’t you find