Chapter 25
Sunday morning. The snorting, wide-eyed colts for the Brumby Catch made their hesitating way out of the truck and down the cattle ramp. They’d been brought in from Balleroo last spring, turned out into good paddocks and left alone until today. All were fat and fit, perfect for the event to be held later on that day. They clustered at the far end of the yard in the characteristic way of wild horses, presenting a solid row of rumps to onlookers. A call was made over the loudspeaker for the top ten finalists to draw their brumby.
Sam sipped her coffee, bleary-eyed, and watched Drew stride across the arena to the judges. Spike strolled after him. It would take more than one coffee to get her started this morning. She’d spent a sleepless night. How to sleep with so much riding on t
