Chapter 14
Bill tossed the last hay bale down. Drew fielded it and stacked it on the tray of the truck. Monday afternoon, and he still hadn’t told his father they were losing the lease for Brumby’s Run. The opportunity was staring at him over breakfast. Bill had been on the phone to Tom about stocking rates for next year, but Drew hadn’t mustered up the courage. What was worse, his father was talking about buying in more cattle.
‘I want you to inspect those Benambra weaners for me next week,’ Bill said as he dusted off his hands. ‘Make sure they bring in the bloody lot, so they can’t hide the tail.’ The tail was the inevitable percentage of poorer calves in any yarding. Bill had been caught out last year, buying a motley, weedy mob based on an unrepresentative sample of yarded stock. It
