Just the same way she ignored the red dust and patchy yellowed grass that desperately needed soaking rain. Instead, she scraped a wisp of platinum-blonde hair back under her Akubra hat, hooked a worn boot between the post and rail fence of the round yard, and focused all her attention on Brandon Flynn. Head stockman and all round good guy. She swallowed back a gusty sigh of admiration as she watched him ride her once-skittish paint mare with gently voiced commands and soft hands. He didn’t break in horses. He used natural horsemanship to work with the animal’s instincts rather than against them. With quality stockmen in such high demand, she knew Brandon was worth his weight in gold. After her husband, Dean, had been killed when his motorbike hit a kangaroo on the Landsborough highway, she’d assumed the head stockman would leave for better pickings and less stress. Instead he’d thrown his lot in with her, become indispensable in every way. Except one. Despite the heat, she shivered.
What do You think about Secret Confessions: Down & Dusty — Clarissa?
