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‘Well go on, Jane,’ Mrs Webb pointed her sharply closed fan in the direction of the kerfuffle as Jane ran off to investigate. ‘Come back instantly once you have ascertained the drama of the event.’
    Minutes later the minister and Mr Wetherly marched the three young master Ovendales and Angus Gordon out of the timber bordering the clearing. The minister had a firm grasp of Angus’s collar and all four boys were covered with mud from their short pants to their feet. The rest of the picnickers were agog with interest, quickly forming a tight circle and blocking any further view.
    â€˜It is Angus,’ Jane spluttered, looking apologetically at Claire. ‘He tied one of the boys up a tree. Mr Wetherly said it was at an impressive height.’
    Claire gave an indulgent sigh. ‘I’ve no doubt.’

Anthony drove along the edge of the bore drain. In the distance he could hear the mechanical rumbling of the excavator as it scooped out the two feet of packed earth that sealed the fodder inside the silage pit. About to head in the direction the excavator was working, his attention was diverted by a cow bogged in the bore drain. She was an older cow. One who’d managed to sneak in a calf before she could be sold, and was now struggling to maintain condition due to the combined effects of age and the simple fact that she was cooking for two.
    After only a few hours in the cold water of the drain, the cows usually lost strength and movement in their hind legs, any longer and hypothermia set in. Anthony took one look at the old girl, with her wild-eyed stare and shaking head, and thought she was a goner. Mud was piled up around her from repeated struggling and the bore water ringed the dark red of her hide. Taking a heavy chain from the Landcruiser’s tray, he attached it to the vehicle’s roo bar and approached the cow. She bellowedand snorted, twisting her head repeatedly so that every time Anthony tried to loop the chain around her horns, he missed; the chain dropping into the mud of the drain. Finally he managed to get the chain secured. He reversed the Landcruiser slowly. The chain grew taut, the cow bellowed. Anthony kept reversing until the cow was clear of the drain, then he drove forward quickly to slacken the chain, jumped out and removed it from her horns. To his surprise she clambered to her feet, snorting mucus into the air. Her scared eyes met his, her body shook uncontrollably and in an instant she was charging him. Anthony scrambled into the tray as she looked at him for a long minute before finally walking away. Further along the drain a calf appeared and mother and child were reunited.
    Brushing mud from his hands, Anthony continued towards the pit. They would have to start regular drain runs to ensure they didn’t lose any other cows, which meant, he begrudgingly admitted, that they should have opened the pit earlier. Sporadic trees punctuated the otherwise open country and within minutes he was nearing the silage pit that rose like an ancient burial mound from the flat landscape. The sky was dulled by cloud and out towards the west, a mist of rain fuzzed the tree line.
    Outdoors everything seemed so simple. The bush was labour intensive yet it rewarded you if you weren’t averse to risk and you were savvy management-wise. So why wasn’t his personal life as easy? On his arrival at Wangallon as a young jackeroo, Anthony had found himself drawn to Sarah and her brother, Cameron. And while his self-esteem grew commensurate with his journey up the management ladder, from the beginning a sense of belonging permeated his days on Wangallon. It was his desire to remain on the property that helped salve his dismay at Sarah’s leaving after Cameron’s death, and his attachment to the Gordon’s great mass of land almost compensated for Sarah’s long absences from the property. Once or twice he considered leaving, although theproperty had seeped into