Scott Cross was pleased too. When he arrived on HARVESTER FARM the dawn had not long broken. Glenn, a burly, middle aged farm hand had seemed intimidating at first. As he laid down the law for Scott and the other boys. His booming voice and formidable stature caused Scott and the other boys to pay attention.
The choice for them had been Jefferson Hall Youth Correctional or honest hard work in the northern farm lands. In Scott’s case he had been prosecuted for car theft. It wasn’t uncommon in the Shanties – the part of town Scott hailed from. It was a way of life for the poorest in the city. He had taken his first joy ride at fourteen. Prosecuted at seventeen, prison was the next logical step. When lawyer, RONALD OWEN took note of the amount of youths coming through his office from the Shanties under similar circumstances he decided to use his influence and family name to set up a ‘steps to work’ program. He felt the boys would stand a better chance of becoming better citizens under the influence of men like Glenn.
His feet hurt, his hands ached but he did feel pride in his work. He had moved most of the milking herd from the east acre to their main plot. He even came to know three of the main milking cows – Debbie, Shelia and Angie. His favourite of the animals though was the large stud bull named Gordon. Like Glenn, Gordon seemed aggressive at first but after asserting his authority over the teenager with a wave of his horns he settled down.
Glenn was leaning on the fence watching the stud herd graze. Beside him was another farm hand named CURTIS. They had a beer each.
“All set?” Glenn asked.
Scott smiled. A coach was arranged to take the boys back to the Shanties bus station.
“If shoveling cow shit doesn’t scare you straight I don’t know what will,” Curtis commented. He would know. He had been brought from Coldford Correctional A.K.A The Boss on a similar program.
Glenn shoved Curtis. “Don’t you listen to him. You keep your head down, work hard and you’ll do well.”
“Have a beer,” Curtis offered, reaching into the blue cool box at their feet.
“He’s too young,” Glenn protested but in jest.
Scott was a typical Shanties boy. He had had his first taste of alcohol at twelve. Curtis threw a bottle to him. He caught it in both hands. He unscrewed the cap and allowed the amber fluid to sooth his throat. It eased his aching body. He sighed with relief.
“Mmmmmmooooo,” grumbled Gordon. He had lifted his head from his grazing and was shaking it disapprovingly at them.
“Shut up, Gordon,” Glenn called back. “You heard me object.”
Scott chortled at the way the farm hands spoke to the animals as though they were people. The mild herd and stud herd all given suitable names.
Gordon snorted but he returned to his grazing.
The sun spilled over the Harvester Farm in a blanket of warmth not seen in the city – especially not in the Shanties. It was quiet. The crying of the cows in the distance was much better than the noise of traffic. Standing between Glenn and Curtis, with a beer in hand Scott felt like a real grown up, a real man. He watched the way that Glenn leaned on the fence and did similar. Over in the paddock facing them was a solitary goat. He was skipping around merrily until the entrance to the meat herd’s enclosure on the west acre was opened and farm hands started leading a few selected out.
The little goat became agitated. He butted against his fence as though he was trying to stop the other animals being led to the slaughter.
“What’s happening?” asked Scott.
Curtis looked at his watch.
“He gets a little upset when the slaughter time approaches. It’s like he knows.”
The Doyle family have a reputation in the Shady City and cousin Micky has his eyes set on the position of City Mayor. He will be given the opportunity to do what he can to make sure order reaches every part of the city from the comfort of City Hall.
If the KNOCK KNOCK CLUB is responsible for Mayor Feltz going missing Micky can’t be too mad. It has left a spot open for him. Micky is ambitious, so when the door of the Mayor’s office opens he sees opportunity. Why shouldn’t he? He can play a round of politics better than most. Will he improve matters in the Shady City though? He does have some skeletons he can’t let escape his closet.
His powerful friends need his particular charm. Whilst his cousin rules with fear from the HIGH COURT, the LAW MAKERS need someone who can win over a city. Micky Doyle is the wild card of the Doyle family. He is the happy face they put on in times of trouble.
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A delightful little memento of her home town of HATHFIELD BAY ISLANDS with her nickname on the back. “You’re the best aunty in the world,” the BOSS LADY had told her. Awwww 🥰
It’s not often this graphic novel series offers heart warming so snatch those rare moments with both hands because they don’t last long.
Anyway, as a little tribute to this here is the real life mug. It is my new favourite. ☕️ Thanks to ON THE MERCH for the terrific author merch and design from LEO ST PAUL the KNOCK KNOCK CLUB and all its little details really pop 👀
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Maybe not much with the heart warming moments but there are certainly plenty of thrilling ones for those daring to join the club.
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Located to the West, Bellfield football club is proudly supported by the Mack family of Mack and Sons whiskey distillery, suppliers of the KNOCK KNOCK club.
As a travelling team Bellfield have garnered a reputation for instigating riots and wrecking opposing stadiums. The travelling fan group known as THE FLEET are usually responsible. They have received several sanctions from the football association but the final ban came after a visit to HATHFIELD BAY when damage was caused to the stadium and several Bay fans hospitalised.
When word reached the Distillery that the football association were set to remove Bellfield from the league, the sponsors of the team stepped in. Current chair of Mack and Sons, Patrick, said, “The behaviour of the Bellfield fans was unacceptable and does not represent us as a club.”
The point was moot though because the following week the FLEET member responsible for causing the trouble died in a alleged car crash.
Our most notable fan of Bellfield Football Club is head of the Mack clan. Check out the Knock Knock series to join the club they are proud to supply.
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She may have broad shoulders but the responsibility of the farm that fell on her after the old Harvester became ill was immense.
Jacob Harvester didn’t want the farm life for his daughter. She could have been a doctor or a lawyer. She could have been anything but Julia gave it all up to protect her family legacy. Thankfully the Harvester brand has thrived in recent years. Now the meat and dairy trucks can be seen all over the Shady City.
Shackled to the farm by an over bearing investor as well as her loyalty to the farm hands Julia had lost all hope of ever escaping. That was until she met artist, David Finn. He saw something in her. She inspired him and in turn he inspired her. He helped her find the confidence she needed to break loose.
She is warm, friendly and has an attitude to life that seems a little naive. Be careful though. Underneath her seemingly innocent persona dwells a fire that could easily get out of control given the right motivation.
She is often found close to the man who offered her father new life, DR WINSLOW. She owes him everything. Not only did he save her father’s life but he also saved the farm and all those on it but when motives against her family legacy turn sour Julia’s loyalty will be tested to the limit.
Vulnerable? Unworldly? Or one to be watched closely?
Julia Harvester is a nice girl. She is kind, sweet and used to being posed in all the best positions. She is the perfect artist’s muse. Click HERE to read the full story.
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