This is a bit different from my usual but you will find it interesting. It is not a history story.
One of the last places on earth colonized by the Europeans was Australia. The natives were Aborigines and arguably one of the most backward groups comparatively speaking to be found on the planet. They were a pushover for the white colonizers and hundreds of thousands died of disease and maltreatment. From Victorian times, the strait laced government treated them patronisingly and the idiot churches attempted to bring them into the civilized world mainly by wresting children away from their families and drumming religion and the three ‘R’s into their heads still filled with tribal mysticism dating back millennia. Burdened by lack of education, they have tried to get jobs and hold them, but have mainly been confined to poverty stricken ghettos in the bush, living on the dole and spending that on booze. The booze makes them violent and angry and they rape and beat their women. The lucky ones are those who escape to the cities, get some education and find jobs. Over the last two hundred years there has been plenty of interbreeding and they are the ones that succeed. The basic aborigine shape is deep brown skin, huge flat nose and skinny builds. With race mixing, quite beautiful women, and men, result. This is the story of one such beauty. Her name is Cindy.
Landing in the pitch black of the hills north east of Kabul, my right medial ligament snapped as a boulder beneath my foot rolled away down the slope. One of a four man Special Air Service (SAS) reconnaissance team, I had stupidly jeopardized the whole mission. They left me dug into the hillside for three days until they completed what we had come to do, then carried me out over the border and then to a German hospital. The surgery was brilliant but my days of jumping out of aeroplanes in the middle of the night were over. I was medically retired and settled in a good sized town with all the mod cons – McDonalds, Pizza Hut and a sizeable mall. I took up golf and owned and ran the local camping survival store. I bought a house in the upmarket end of town and settled into a life. My middle aged and widowed cleaning lady who came three times a week enabled me to come that often at least. It was charming and uncomplicated. We did for each other.
I was at the local shops one Sunday afternoon when I saw a young girl being forcibly dragged into a later model sedan by two black lads, one of whom was clutching a half empty wine flagon. My eyes narrowed and I moved closer looking as if I was passing by. The girl’s head was in the car already and the two guys outside were pushing while one inside the car was pulling. Her black T-shirt was half way up her velvety smooth back and she was shrieking.
‘Let me go you bastards, let me go. You’re nothing but a bunch of drunken cunts. My old man is gunna kill you, you bastards!!’ she screamed.
‘Carn Cindy, you cock teasing bitch. You’ll fucken well love what we’re gunna do to you, you horny little cunt,’ this from the depths of the car.
A kick to the back of each knee followed by a straight arm to the back of their ear laid the two outside assailants out cold. My sore knee tingled but did not collapse. I reached for the hand clutching the girl’s T-shirt and broke a finger. I think it was the scream more than the sudden letting go that caused her to rocket backward against me. I held her trembling young body by the elbows as she glared into the car at the occupant who was writhing in agony on the back seat.
‘Serves ya right, ya dirty, filthy pig,’ she screeched. She suddenly bent and picked up the gurgling flagon and raised it over her head with the obvious intent of flinging it at the guy on back seat. I prised it gently from her hand and emptied the remnants over the crotch of the nearest recumbent form.
She looked up at me with cat green eyes. I shook my head. I steered her away from the carnage and the wailing and put her into the front seat of my Nissan Z. ‘Where to?’ I asked as I reversed out of the parking lot.
She glared ahead, holding her arms tightly around herself, rocking back and forth. After a moment, she said, ‘I got nowhere, mister, nowhere at all.’
‘Why?’
‘One of them blokes doin’ the pushin’ was me brother an’ the uvver two was cousins.’ She looked at me with those incredible green eyes shimmering with restrained tears. ‘Me mum left me wiv me aunt when she went into rehab, but then me aunt was arrested a coupla nights ago after she stabbed some tart down the sports ground. Those three bastards have been after me ever since.’ She looked ahead. ‘I ain’t ‘ad no sleep since wiv them bastards tryin’ to get in me room and get at me. It’s been hell, mister, hell. The rest of the family are way up north an’ I ain’t got no money. ‘Sides, I don’t know where they are cos they’re drovin’ cattle.”
‘How about I drop you with the authorities, the police or social services?’
Bright red tinged her caramel coloured cheeks. ‘Are you kiddin? They’d whack me in a foster home and I’d probably be worse off. Nah, drop we outside of town on the highway and I’ll hitch north.’
We had pulled over to the kerb. I looked at her. Dishevelled as she was, she had a certain something. Maybe it was the clarity and directness of her gaze that made it clear to me that she had principles. ‘How old are you, girl?’
‘Sixteen, just. Why?’
I turned and looked directly at her fixing her with a solemn and steely stare. ‘I am no child molester, girl. I’m a decent, law abiding man. I am offering you a place to stay until things with your mother get straightened out. No more, no less. But, I will tell you this, put one foot out of place and I will dump you by the road like a dog. I’ll ask nothing of you except respect for me and mine. Take anything and I’ll break your fingers one by one. OK?’
‘No strings?’
‘None whatsoever.’
