Logan smiled as the other man raked the clouds with his eyes and waved his arm towards the mountain. “It’s coming in from the west - off the Tasman. It’ll be here in a short while. We should be getting back.”
Mark shook his head and Hana smirked at her brother’s disbelief, biting her lip in amusement at his expense. Logan helped them put the tools away, treading down the soil around the planting with the sole of his cowboy boot. He took the carrycot off the pram and collapsed the frame easily with his strong hands while Hana went to stroke the white mare and feed her long grass from the verge. The mare greeted her with eagerness and it pleased Hana. “Hey girl,” she kissed the furry, rounded nose and Sacha sighed a heavy, wet gust of air.
Mark lifted the pram frame back into the boot of t
