Drew trotted after Sam. ‘Come on,’ he called. ‘I want to show you something.’ He took the lead, winding his way through the stringybark and tea-tree, pushing his mare up the stony slope. The muffled thud of Tambo’s unshod hoofs sounded close behind him. The approaching horses flushed out a bold daytime fox, sleek and fat as butter. It darted downhill.
‘Foxes and dingoes will be having a field day,’ said Drew. ‘There’s good pickings for scavengers at Brumby’s.’ He reined Chiquita in, regretting his words as soon as they were uttered. The path widened, and the horses walked two abreast. Sam didn’t look at him, staring straight ahead between Tambo’s pricked ears. ‘I’ll tell you something you don’t know about foxes,’ he said.
‘How about I tell you something you don’t know about them instead?
