Chapter 19
This was Sam’s first picnic race day. The quiet, almost deserted racecourse where she worked each day with Bushy and the brumbies, had been transformed into a vibrant festival of colour and crowds. She looked warily around, keeping her hat pulled down firmly over her eyes. Such a public outing was fraught with risk. Which identity was she supposed to claim?
‘Here you go,’ said Drew. ‘One roast beef roll and a coke.’
It had been three weeks since New Year’s Eve, and there’d been a certain tension between them ever since. Sam had no idea what to do about it. The odd glance, the odd brush of the hand or leg told her that the story wasn’t over. Drew remained attentive and helpful, but that was all. Sam was utterly bewildered. Had she done something to make him back off?
In his f
