Pemulwuy Weeatunga

My people, the ancient first people of this land Australia have faced more hardship than most contemporary mainstream humans will ever know. 50+year droughts, carnivorous Megafauna, volcanic activity and the 2nd Ice Age for instance. Not only have we adapted and survived each new, often substantial incident and climatic change, but have once again begun to flourish in the ‘new’ society in all strands of modern life. All within two centuries of a massive change from possibly, 60-100,000+ years of traditional lifestyle.

NB* Unlike many indigenous races worldwide, every advancement has been accomplished without using violent terrorism to regain equality or a genuine ‘Voice’.

During these chronicles, you will find that our warriors used a form of mystical travel and had no need of Shank’s Pony, as the act of walking is often called in Australia. In times of need for speed, these relentless spectres walk the ancient Dreamtime ‘creation-song-lines’ that cross every sacred feature of our wide red-brown land: out of Space and Time as we know such. Across numerous lifetimes of reinforced superstition, fear and awe, the Clan became known as The Fethafoot: half-human half-spirit beings that could come and go at will leaving no trace. Kadaicha spirit-warriors. Shape-shifting spies that transform as required into Judge Jury and Executioner for the Shameless. Unknown to the majority and a great boon to our work, many of these enigmatic warriors arise from that innocuous and supposedly more delicate gender of the language creatures.

The FfC stories are not mine. I had never written fiction in my life before. They came to me via the Great Spirit of our unique, wonderful lands at a time when I was crushed and needed a passionate goal. I believe I was merely a conduit that appreciated the English language and could type (8-finger-style). I did no story planning, gave no forethought to characters or thought about where the story would be set. I merely sat and began to use the English language to paint ‘known’ stories about my wonderful, adaptive, creative people.

The first four stories were ‘painted’ at 55 y/o in a month without thinking or blinking. I wrote the next six tales while travelling outback Australia, in a sedan with my dog (a loyal, warm-hearted red-cattle dog), after a major personal life shock: and, was driving through/camping in the lands I word-painted into the later tales.

I hope you enjoy the stories: and that ‘FfC’ will inspire the moral and ethical aspects of each spirit that may read them.

Pemulwuy Weeatunga – masquerading as John M Wenitong.