Chapter 15
Friday already and Drew still hadn’t been back. Each day after work as Sam tidied the yard, or washed the windows, or cleared out the hay shed, she listened for the sound of his wheels on the drive. At night she lay in Mary’s bed and wondered if Drew was wondering about her. How did these things work? She’d regretted her harsh words just as soon as they were out, but it seemed the damage was done. It had been a stupid idea to discuss the lease with Drew in the first place. He was Bill’s son, after all. She’d given Charlie a solemn oath to get back Brumby’s Run. Yet if Bill found out that Mary didn’t want it back, he’d never move his stock.
Sam stroked Tambo’s nose as she fed him a carrot. ‘Well, boy, it looks like it’ll be just you and me seeing in the new year together.’
Her
