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sight of her old chestnut stockhorse, Jackson. He was close to seventeen now, and retired from station duties, happily living his days out grazing and sleeping. Her pa said he and Mick took him out occasionally, just to keep him on his toes, but he preferred to use his own horse, Gus. She couldnât wait to go and give Jackson a good brush down while breathing in his glorious horsy scent. Jackson had always been extra keen on being groomed. She wondered if heâd remember her.
With the landscape now bathed in golden sunlight, she stood and made her way down the five front steps and towards the horses, the earth beneath her bare feet pulsing with life and filling her with the kind of peace that sheâd found impossible to ever feel within the grip of the city. Until now, she really hadnât realised how much she had missed the sensation of being at one with the earth. After all the years of stress over coming back here, the sense of feeling at home took her by surprise. Wherever she gazed, she was completely captured by the beauty surrounding her. It just felt so good to be able to walk out the front door and feel grass beneath her feet, instead of cement, and to see glorious rolling land instead of building after building. Here, in the heart of the country, she couldnât help but look forward to her day.
First, she was going to go say hello to her horsey mates, and then after a shower she was going to pop over to the workersâ quarters and say a quick gâday to Mick before she met her pa for smoko.
Pa had warned her that Mick was a little on the grumpy side at the momentâa result of the sixty-two-year-old stockman finding himself cooped up all day long when being used to working the land day in day outâbut she didnât mind. After forty-four years of loyal service at Wildwood Acres, Mick was like an uncle to her. The old bushy was as tough as nails on the outside, but a big softy on the inside. It was such a shame heâd never got married, but he was happy that way.
After nine years away, she was looking forward to giving him a hugâheâd always been a champ at bear hugs. Drawing in a lungful of fresh air, she smiled broadly as she bounced across the dew-covered front lawn and towards Jackson, feeling like today she was ready to face whatever the universe wanted to throw her way.
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5
Admiring the blanket of flickering stars in the velvet-black sky while noticing they all looked way brighter and bigger than heâd ever seen before, Dylan strolled from where heâd just parked his Land Cruiser in the machinery shed and made his way up to the front door, being careful to remove his boots before he stepped inside. It had rained for half the afternoon, leaving him grottier than usual. Shelley would kick his butt if he walked mud in on her freshly cleaned floors. He grinned as he imagined her giving him a serve. She was so adorable when she was angry.
He gave Bossy a scratch behind the ears, then pointed to her blanket on the verandah. Bossy happily obeyed, walking around in circles before settling herself down for the night, her eyes shut in seconds. Wearily, Dylan removed his wide-brimmed hat as he stepped through the flyscreen door, yawning as he hung it on the horseshoe hook Shelley and Annie had handmade especially for it. He couldnât wait to have a hot shower and then sit down at the table to enjoy a Sunday night roast with his two favourite girls. After spending a full day out in the saddle and then having to run in to town to grab a few things and check on Shelleyâs uncle Ted, he was absolutely buggered. Ted had insisted upon going to the pub for a quick one, and he couldnât say no to a recently widowed seventy-eight-year-old man. The poor old bugger was so heartbroken at losing his one and only love he didnât know what to do with himself. Dylan could only imagine the loss he was feeling. His life would be hollow without Shelley.
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With the landscape now bathed in golden sunlight, she stood and made her way down the five front steps and towards the horses, the earth beneath her bare feet pulsing with life and filling her with the kind of peace that sheâd found impossible to ever feel within the grip of the city. Until now, she really hadnât realised how much she had missed the sensation of being at one with the earth. After all the years of stress over coming back here, the sense of feeling at home took her by surprise. Wherever she gazed, she was completely captured by the beauty surrounding her. It just felt so good to be able to walk out the front door and feel grass beneath her feet, instead of cement, and to see glorious rolling land instead of building after building. Here, in the heart of the country, she couldnât help but look forward to her day.
First, she was going to go say hello to her horsey mates, and then after a shower she was going to pop over to the workersâ quarters and say a quick gâday to Mick before she met her pa for smoko.
Pa had warned her that Mick was a little on the grumpy side at the momentâa result of the sixty-two-year-old stockman finding himself cooped up all day long when being used to working the land day in day outâbut she didnât mind. After forty-four years of loyal service at Wildwood Acres, Mick was like an uncle to her. The old bushy was as tough as nails on the outside, but a big softy on the inside. It was such a shame heâd never got married, but he was happy that way.
After nine years away, she was looking forward to giving him a hugâheâd always been a champ at bear hugs. Drawing in a lungful of fresh air, she smiled broadly as she bounced across the dew-covered front lawn and towards Jackson, feeling like today she was ready to face whatever the universe wanted to throw her way.
CHAPTER
5
Admiring the blanket of flickering stars in the velvet-black sky while noticing they all looked way brighter and bigger than heâd ever seen before, Dylan strolled from where heâd just parked his Land Cruiser in the machinery shed and made his way up to the front door, being careful to remove his boots before he stepped inside. It had rained for half the afternoon, leaving him grottier than usual. Shelley would kick his butt if he walked mud in on her freshly cleaned floors. He grinned as he imagined her giving him a serve. She was so adorable when she was angry.
He gave Bossy a scratch behind the ears, then pointed to her blanket on the verandah. Bossy happily obeyed, walking around in circles before settling herself down for the night, her eyes shut in seconds. Wearily, Dylan removed his wide-brimmed hat as he stepped through the flyscreen door, yawning as he hung it on the horseshoe hook Shelley and Annie had handmade especially for it. He couldnât wait to have a hot shower and then sit down at the table to enjoy a Sunday night roast with his two favourite girls. After spending a full day out in the saddle and then having to run in to town to grab a few things and check on Shelleyâs uncle Ted, he was absolutely buggered. Ted had insisted upon going to the pub for a quick one, and he couldnât say no to a recently widowed seventy-eight-year-old man. The poor old bugger was so heartbroken at losing his one and only love he didnât know what to do with himself. Dylan could only imagine the loss he was feeling. His life would be hollow without Shelley.
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