Chapter 5
Rick was a bundle of nerves as they drove over the old bridge and turned into the gates at Donnalee station. He swung his bag from the back of Nina’s ute and gazed around the yard of his childhood home. Here he was, back in the landscape of his past. A fierce north wind whipped his cheek and caused a line of blue shirts on the clothesline to dance and swing.
‘I’d better get going.’ Nina started the ute as a man emerged from the house.
‘When can I come to see the horses?’ asked Sophie.
‘Get your dad to give me a ring.’ The ute began to inch away from them.
Ric swallowed and nodded his thanks, tongue paralysed. He hadn’t seen his father for fifteen years, and this meeting would not be an easy one. Dad had a temper, and had been tough on Ric and his sisters growing up. But he’d
