This gave him a chance to pack all our things, and double check we had everything. Then, at the end of the school day, my Mum and little brother dropped us at the airport, with a lot of “be careful” from Mum as we departed.
After a short stop in Wellington, we were on the next flight to Christchurch; when we got there and collected bags, gun, and bow, we quickly found out that the authorities in Wellington wanted our bullets more than we did, apart from the three in the magazine.
We found our rental car, stopped off for a bit of dinner then off to the motel for a doze. The next morning, we were up and early and off to Ashburton for some backcountry, gas, and a pack of bullets that were the closest match to the ones Dad had
