CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Jasper whinnied as he waited impatiently for Darcy to feed him.
"Hang on, mate." Darcy nudged him gently so he could pour the grain into the gelding’s trough. He watched his faithful horse devour his dinner, having worked hard for it. Mustering was hot, hard work for the men who rode quads, let alone the ones who rode horses and the horses themselves. Jasper had earned his keep well and truly today, and Darcy had used some of his campdrafting techniques when rounding up the strays.
Darcy paused at Molly's stall and scratched her nose. Molly stamped her hoof into the dust.
"You miss her too?" he whispered.
"Darcy! Aren't you done yet?" Lachie called from the path leading between the house and stables. He was showered and freshly shaven already.
Darcy joined his brothe
