Chapter Forty
GENTLE MOUTHThe ridge ended before them, the horses keen to keep their hooves away from the edge. A treacherous drop fell like a giant had punched its foot into the mountain top and withdrawn it to leave a wide gully. The ocean peeked from the gaps to both left and right, cutting off this section of the mountain like an island at high tide. Paddock 101. Beautiful to gaze upon, but useless for farming.
Phoenix had never ventured further than this point, the island accessible only by helicopter or by free climbing into the deep, bush coated valley. Then a swim and a treacherous climb up the other side. Only one person had ever made the journey and his bones still lay at the bottom, riddled with cancer and regret. Wiri and Edin’s father had chosen his own graveyard, robbing hi
