After that, we don’t bother to find another place to set up camp, we just keep moving from place to place, camping out in the bush under the stars. It make us restless, anxious, more daring and more foolish. Is like once Barra’s shadow touch us, it stay with us. Stay with us and grow till everything turn sour.

A few weeks later we come cross a homestead, nothing close for several miles. Spend a day watching the place, notice that the farmer and what look like him two sons loading up a wagon with sacks, must be getting ready to sell him produce in the town we passed. We camp nearby, come back at dawn, watch as the man and him sons hitch up the horses and head off. We stay covered till we sure nobody else is there, before we break open the wooden front door. Inside is a well-stocked cupboard. We fill our sacks with food, help ourselves to whatever we can take. We bed down in the barn for the night. Is a relief to spend it in a place of shelter. We decide to spend another day, use it to clean ourselves up, even kill a chicken, roast it over a fire. We plan to leave early the next morning, grateful to have one more night of safety and, like always, James take the first watch.

All of sudden James shaking me awake. He hear something. We quickly try to gather up the stolen supplies and make for the entrance, but is too late. The barn door swing open and I hear a voice shout out to give ourselves up. That farmer must have spotted us and brought the constables back. We move to the window at the back, check to see if anybody there. Start to open it, but a shot ring out, almost clipping James. We start to shoot, James from the window and me at the constables hiding by the barn door. Shot after shot get fired, but both sides miss the mark. Bad luck for us, we finally run out of bullets. They must figure this out because the constable shout out again to give up, but James and me stay still, hoping to find a way out. Then we smell smoke. Try as we might to hold out, that smoke start to sting our eyes, make us cough and splutter. I look at James and him look at me. We know the flight to freedom is over.

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