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Fletcher was trying to make it look like King George.
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- Fletcher. - Cann't be proved. I'm sorry.
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We can't let them win.
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We won't.
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They pushed on during the night.
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Maybe that little creamy ass got the black fellow magic-
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Shut up, Bull.
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They need more than magic to get them to Darwin.
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You're gonna need help right down here, all right?
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Yes boss.
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Never thought I'd see you this day.
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We gonna break the Drover's law.