Chapter 26
It was past midnight when the cattle truck laboured through the rain, back up the rutted track to Brumby’s Run. What little gravel there might once have been had been washed away in this deluge. The road ran like a river. Drew tried to angle the truck towards the cattle ramp, and almost lost control as the wheels skidded sideways in the mud. He braked and swore. ‘If I try to get any closer, we’ll slide down the hill and roll.’
‘Well, we’ll just have to unload her here then,’ said Sam. Sure. Just slip a halter on the mad bugger and lead her down the ramp. ‘I’m naming her Whirlwind,’ said Sam happily, her face alight in the dim dashboard glow.
The truck shook as the mare reared and kicked. Drew figured the name suited her. Lunatic would have suited her better. What a nightmare
