Tristram strode resolutely towards the fire. He was surprised at how quickly his path diverged from Ivan’s. Within just a couple of minutes he could no longer see him clearly or hear his footsteps.
Tristram relished the sensations of the warm, still night. The dry smell of the paddocks was getting steadily more tainted with wood smoke. The stars shone brightly in their sapphire bed and the high gibbous moon cast the landscape in silver. The two campfires were vibrant orange beacons…
Tristram stopped to look behind him. He was surprised at how far away he was from the white town lights of Donald – and how small the town seemed in the wide, flat country. The bull had lost interest in them and was wandering towards the middle of its paddock.
Why did you charge us? Tristram frowned.
Why di
