A Changing Land

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course, come then,’ Reginald offered, ‘let me introduce you.’
    Hamish was askance. Did the man think he would follow? ‘You can bring him to me,’ he stated formally, picking up a plate and dishing up some of the quail and duck concoction. He never was one for mixing meats, but one had to make do occasionally.

    Claire tired of Hilda’s ongoing description of how markedly fine her daughter’s matching set of hair tongs, curlers, shoe buttoner and shoe horn were, and looked with disinterest about the scattered picnic rugs. The shopkeeper’s family, the Stevens, sat with an English couple who owned a pleasing amount of land to the south of Wangallon Town. Further away reclined the minister and his family – the three sons of whom were off, no doubt, making mischief with Angus. Sally Foster laughed delightedly at an anecdote shared by Mrs Ovendale. Claire would like to have extended an invitation for Sally to join her, however, having married a Baptist some years ago, she’d fallen foul of Hamish who believed that a Scot’s Presbyterian should stay with their own.
    Claire brushed at the line of ants crawling across the picnic rug and shifted her position. Her whalebone corset was troubling her today, a usual occurrence during summer, and she pined for thecoolness of her bedroom. She untied the chiffon scarf securing her curved brimmed hat and let the air waft about her.
    â€˜Mr Stevens has invested in timber,’ Mrs Webb began by way of conversation, cutting through Claire’s daydreams. ‘I find the very concept of a trade abominable. Do you not, Mrs Gordon? The very thought of such a life, well,’ Mrs Webb gave a convulsive shiver. ‘Some say he is clever. Who can be clever in a small town is my response, for there is none to compare the man with.’ She ate a morsel of salted mutton and sipped at a warm glass of punch. ‘I find him altogether too shrewd, particularly as the foundations for another hotel are being laid almost diagonally opposite the current one. Besides which those that own a general store always know who has money and who does not. To my thinking that is most unpalatable.’
    â€˜A big fish in a small pond?’ Claire remarked.
    â€˜Exactly.’ Hilda patted Claire’s gown. ‘I saw that very ensemble in the Grace Brothers’ catalogue. I myself have never been one for all white.’
    â€˜Mother thinks it decadent,’ Henrietta stated prettily. Jane took a bite of her parrot pie, the pastry crumbling down the front of her somber grey blouse. ‘Decadent,’ she repeated as if the food she ate had somehow intrinsically weaved its way into her vocal chords.
    Claire, having never seen Hilda in anything other than black, patted the older woman’s hand. ‘Nonsense, white would suit you very well.’
    Hilda gave a dimpled smile and then pounced on the arrival of Jacob Wetherly. ‘My dear husband promised us some entertainments today, did he not, my girls?’
    â€˜Yes, Mama,’ Henrietta and Jane answered with the synchronicity of rehearsed obedience.
    â€˜A fine style of a man, Mrs Gordon,’ Mrs Webb observed. ‘He’s been employed down south on a highly regarded property for some fifteen years. They say he fell afoul of the owner.’ Hilda leantconspiratorially towards Claire. ‘There is talk of a liaison with no other than Mrs Henry Constable.’
    â€˜No,’ Claire whispered. ‘How impossibly salacious.’ And not at all surprising, Claire decided, as both she and Mrs Webb lifted their fans and under cover of much fluttering stared blatantly at the new arrival. ‘Mrs Henry Constable must be –’
    â€˜Forty-five in the shade my dear, with five children. Oh he is a fine form of a man,’ Hilda said breathily.
    Claire couldn’t disagree. Jacob Wetherly was tall and wore his clothes well. Dark-haired and straight-backed with a

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