‘You don’t trust them, do you?’ Lucy noticed her father was no longer limping.
Charlie shook his head. ‘I underestimated that young officer. He knows more about mustering cattle than any army vet I met in South Africa, and he must know that’s the track to Timber Creek. He’d have had to come in that way. I’ll send some boys out to watch until I’m certain they’ve gone.’
‘Why are you so determined not to let the army have any horses?’ Lucy asked. ‘They’ll get them from someone else.’
‘I can’t do anything about that, but they won’t have any of mine. I know each one of those horses, and I can’t forget how one of them saved my life on that drove down into Western Australia in ’97.’
‘I thought you said that was Monarch?’
‘I think it was, but I’ll never be completely sure. It makes no odds, I
