She’d expected a well-tended stud farm, but the Arnold house was surrounded by junk. There were crooked piles of old bricks, tangled steel, old engines and slabs of timber, all cluttered along the muddy, potholed driveway. There was just enough room for a vehicle to grind its way through. Among t...
‘Why did you call me a furry boy?’ ‘That’ll come,’ said Tyson in a voice that told him to be patient. He walked with his hands in his pockets. ‘Now, tell me more about these horses, Luke. What’s going on with you and these horses?’ Luke talked. The words came tumbling out as he told Tyson about t...
She groped around for it on her bedside table without taking her head off the pillow. ‘Shara.’ ‘Corey?’ What did he want? ‘Hi.’ He sounded uncharacteristically hesitant. ‘How are you?’ she asked cautiously. ‘Getting better. Still not allowed to ride or drive a car.’ ‘Sounds boring.’ ‘It is,’ he s...
Jess let it fall from her hand and kept hold of the mare’s head while the saddle tumbled to the ground. She bent over, picked it up with one hand and somehow shuffled it back onto her arm. ‘Whoa, Marnie,’ she said quietly, walking after her. Lawson leaned smirking against the ute, arms folded ove...