INDY STIFLED A yawn. It was only nine in the morning, and it was already hot, dry, and dusty. And she was coasting along on only a few hours’ sleep. Which wasn’t good. You needed to have your wits about you when you were dealing with feisty bush cattle.
At least Dale had called off the muster today, in light of last night’s events. But just like the last time muster had been delayed, that didn’t mean there wasn’t still a lot to be done. Steve and Daniella had arrived with Aaron in the red helicopter again this morning. It was becoming a familiar routine for the poor owners, and Indy felt for them. Not one dead body, but now two had interrupted this muster. Steve had talked to all the crew and staff individually over the morning, making his rounds as everyone went about their business. Uno
