‘I’m after a little catering advice.’ ‘Are you catering for another stock camp?’ ‘Not this time.’ Luke smiled, remembering how he’d met Zoe, a fully qualified chef, when he’d hired her as his camp cook for a muster at Mullinjim, the family’s station. At the time he’d never dreamed she was his half-sister in search of her family. ‘I haven’t been within cooee of a stock camp all year,’ he said now. ‘This is for the bash here at Moonlight Plains.’ ‘The party to celebrate finishing the homestead makeover? Hey, that’s great. We were really excited to get our invitation. So are you nearly finished?’ Luke looked around at the frames for the kitchen cupboards still waiting for doors and bench tops, the holes where the stove and dishwasher were yet to be fitted, the wires hanging from walls awaiting an electrician. From the bathroom across the hall, he heard the sounds of the tiler at work. ‘Getting there,’ he said. ‘I can’t wait to see it, Luke.
