Josh didn’t hesitate. He took off at a gallop with Captain at his heels. Zoe waved goodbye and started after him on foot, leading a limping Cobber who was looking very sorry for himself. Soon the riders, a middle-aged couple, were upon her.
‘Trouble?’ asked the woman.
‘Nothing serious,’ said Zoe. ‘My horse had a stone in his hoof.’
‘Bad luck.’ The man came alongside and extended his hand. ‘Ed Owen, and this is my wife, Nancy. We grow macadamias at Tamborine Creek on the southern slope of the Hump. ’ Zoe reached up, shook his hand and introduced herself. ‘That’s Quinn Cooper’s bay you have there, isn’t it?’
‘Yes,’ said Zoe. ‘Cobber.’
‘So you’re the dolphin lady from Sydney?’
‘That’s right.’ The bush telegraph worked efficiently in Kiawa.
‘What’s up with your friend?’ asked Nancy. ‘No
