It was only 7 am yet the light was harsh, as if the sun were closer to the earth out here in the bush. With vague thoughts of returning to the cool of the homestead she turned her shirt collar up and pulled the cap low over her face. The walk would do her good before the engulfing heat forced her...
Whilst instructed not to discuss any detail of her current employment with the Whittakers, Mrs Cole felt it was only polite to let her dear sister know how she was progressing. After all it was upon her sister’s recommendation that she had the good fortune of being selected for the Whittaker’s ho...
He’d given Jack Dillard the run of things today and so far the young jackeroo was proving capable. Angling his backside into the saddle, Matt fidgeted around in the pocket of his oilskin for his rollies. His free hand found the papers and with a quick lick of his lips a thin oblong sheet was soon...
The horses, Margery and Dot, shifted the weight on their feet and the wagon inched back and forth. The animals had been flighty since midday. They’d snorted and whinnied while walking the river track and even Marcus had been inclined to look over his shoulder at the green-brown water although he ...
Although in truth his yelps for help were also a bit of a giveaway. Oh, he’d put on a good show, there was no doubt about that. It was so good that Harold didn’t pay much attention to his skill level the first day. Sam had been late and so Harold had saddled the mare for him. He’d talked about a ...
He grimaced with the sting, and continued walking steadily back towards the camp. He’d been up since the first blush of predawn light, circumnavigating the sheltered clearing where the clan rested following last night’s burial. His self-imposed sentry duty led him to within a mile of the Lycett f...