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CHAPTER THREE
By lunchtime the next day, Copper was exhausted. Mal hadn’t been wrong about the hard work. She had been up at five to cook breakfast for Mal and Brett, as well as the three jackaroos, and she seemed to have spent the whole morning since then running between the cookhouse and the homestead.
She had washed and wiped, swept and scrubbed. She had fed chickens and dogs and six men who had appeared for morning smoko and now lunch, and in the middle of it all she had had to deal with a lively and strong-willed four-year-old.
It hadn’t helped that she had spent most of the night lying awake and thinking about Mal-the one thing she had sworn not to do. Her body had craved sleep, but her mind had refused to settle. It had turned Mal’s image round and round, testing it from all angles, disconcerted to find him at once so familiar and yet a stranger. Did he really not remember? Had he forgotten touching her, tasting her with his tongue, tangling his fingers in her hair as they surrendered to the wild beat of their bodies?
Copper had struggled to bury the memories. She was at Birraminda on business, she’d told herself fiercely, gritting her teeth as she worked doggedly through the morning. It was the business that mattered now, and she had better not forget it.
She had had lunch with the jackaroos and all the other men except Bill in the cookhouse. It was a long, wooden building that didn’t look as if it had been decorated since the days when sixty thousand sheep had grazed at Birraminda and whole teams of men had moved in at shearing time and had to be fed at the two huge tables. Bill was an older man who was known as the “married man”. While the jackaroos slept in quarters he had his own house a mile or so from the homestead, and he went home at lunchtime. His wife, Naomi, prepared a meal for the men in the evenings, so that was one job she wouldn’t have to do, Copper thought. Dinner for three ought to be a cinch after all she had done this morning!
Mal had told her that cold meat and bread were all that the men wanted at lunchtime, so that had not been too difficult to get ready. Now Copper ticked ‘lunch’ off her list and studied her remaining chores, wondering if she would have time to explore around the homestead. She would need to take photographs and get the feel of the place if she was to put together an inspiring brochure.
‘What are you doing?’ asked Mal, craning his head to see as she pencilled times against ‘prepare vegetables’ and ‘bath Megan’. He raised his eyebrows derisively when he saw what she had written. ‘I never met anyone who had to have a timetable just to get through the day before!’
‘I like to be organised,’ said Copper, instantly on the defensive. ‘Otherwise nothing ever gets done.’
‘I hope you’ve given yourself time for breathing.’ Mal wasn’t actually smiling but she knew perfectly well that he was laughing at her.
‘I need to with this much to do!’ she retorted, more ruffled than she cared to admit by the amusement gleaming in the depths of his brown eyes. ‘I hadn’t realised slavery was still legal in the outback!’
Brett twitched the list out of her hand. ‘You’ve been working much too hard,’ he agreed. He had greeted the news that Copper was to stay with flattering enthusiasm, and now he edged along the bench towards her. ‘You deserve a break this afternoon,’ he went on, echoing Copper’s own thoughts. ‘Why don’t I take you out and show you the waterhole your father had in mind for a site?’
‘Possibly because you’ve remembered that you’re going to check those bores this afternoon,’ Mal interrupted, before Copper had a chance to accept. His voice was quiet but implacable. ‘Megan and I will take Copper out.’
Megan looked up, suddenly alert. ‘Are we going to ride?’
Mal glanced at Copper. She was more practically dressed today, in jeans and a fresh, mint-coloured shirt, but there was still something indefinably citified about her. Over lunch, all the talk had been about the forthcoming rodeo, and the expressive green eyes had been appalled at the thought of wrestling a steer to the ground, or trying to cling onto a bucking bronco.
‘I think Copper would probably prefer to go in the car,’ he said, but a smile lurked around his mouth.
Copper stiffened, well aware of how out of place she looked. ‘Not at all,’ she said, lifting her chin. She wasn’t going to give Mal the excuse of dismissing her proposals just because he thought she couldn’t cope in the outback! So what if she had never ridden before? It couldn’t be that difficult. ‘I’d like to ride.’
She regretted her bravado as soon as she laid eyes on the horse that Mal led towards her. It looked enormous, and as Copper edged closer it rolled its eyes and shook the flies off its mane with a snort. Backing rapidly away, she clutched her wallet file nervously to her chest. Maybe the car would be a better idea.
Mal nodded at the file. ‘What have you got there?’
‘Just a few things I want to check-Dad’s plan of the site, the measurements of the tent, that kind of thing-and I’m bound to need to take some notes.’
‘Where are you going to put it?’ he asked in exasperation. ‘Or were you planning to ride one-handed?’
Copper hadn’t even thought about it until that moment. ‘Isn’t there a saddle-bag or something?’
Mal sighed. ‘Here, give it to me. I’ll hold it while you get on.’
‘Right.’ She blew out a breath and squared her shoulders. ‘Right.’
The horse tossed its head up and down impatiently as Copper seized the reins. She had seen this lots of times on television. All she had to do was put one foot in the stirrup and throw her other leg over. There was nothing to it.
On television, though, the horses stood obligingly still. This horse danced sideways as soon as she got her foot into the stirrup, and she ended up hopping around the yard while the three jackaroos sitting on the fence watched with broad grins. Tipping their hats back, they had the air of settling down for a rare afternoon’s entertainment.
Cursing the horse under her breath, Copper clenched her teeth and hopped harder. Mal shook his head with a mixture of amusement and exasperation. ‘Would it help if I held him?’ he asked, the very politeness of his voice a humiliation. He took hold of the bridle, and the horse, sensing the hand of a master, stopped dead.
‘Thank you,’ said Copper grittily. Gathering the reins more firmly in her hand, she tried again, but with no more success than before, and in the end Mal had to take her foot and boost her unceremoniously up into the saddle where she landed with a bump.
‘Oh, my God,’ she muttered, horrified to find herself so far from the ground. She would need a parachute to get down again! Too nervous to notice the resigned expression on Mal’s face, she stared straight ahead as he let the horse go and stepped back.
Flicking its ears at the delay, the horse immediately set off. ‘Whoa!’ squawked Copper in alarm, and yanked at the reins, but it only seemed to take that as encouragement and broke into a brisk trot around the yard. Copper’s feet bumped out of the stirrups and she bounced hopelessly around in the saddle, bawling at the horse to stop. Somewhere in the background, she could hear the sound of heartless laughter. At least someone was enjoying themselves!
The horse was heading straight for the gate into the paddock. Oh, God, what if it decided to jump? ‘Who-oo-oo-oa!’ yelled Copper, pulling frantically at the reins, and the horse turned smartly, sending her lurching sideways before it discovered Mal barring its way and stopped dead. Unprepared, Copper pitched forward, slithered down its neck and landed on her bottom in an undignified heap at Mal’s feet.
He was grinning callously. ‘Are you OK?’ he asked, not even bothering to conceal his amusement as Megan squealed with laughter and the jackaroos hooted and whistled from the fence.
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