Australian story of a young girl and her assimilation into life on a sheep and cattle property in the Far North of south Australia - the Outback.
Sarah Cook Author
Rick just sat and stared at her. ‘Anyone ever tell you your nose twitches like a rabbit when you're angry?’ he said with a grin. Now it was Kymberly's turn to glare. ‘Okay, okay,’ he offered, ‘keep your shirt on. I was just trying to be friendly.’ Kymberly sighed loudly. ‘Alright, I'm sorry,’ said Rick. ‘You're right, I have been very rude and I apologise, happy now?’
‘If that’s an apology Rick, I’ll go turn somersaults.’
‘It is, really,’ he said quietly. ‘Look, I’m very sorry, okay?’
‘Well it had better be sincere buster, or just you watch out.’
‘Look I've apologised twice, what do you want... my blood?’ Rick grinned to soften his words. The four-wheel drive rumbled over another cattle grid. ‘We're nearly there, the turnoff's just up a bit on your right.’
Kymberly slowed the vehicle as they approached the front gate where the lettering of the timber sign was reflected in the beam of the headlights. The boys were still fast asleep in the back seat, so used to the cattle grids and gravel roads that they could sleep through the lot. As they pulled up to the homestead, she spoke to Rick again. ‘Can I trust you to carry Liam into bed without waking him?’
‘Sure thing little lady,’ Rick answered, and unclipping the boy's seatbelt, scooped him up effortlessly into his arms and carried him inside. James snuggled into Kymberly's warm body as she lifted him out of his seat, to carry him indoors also.
Rick led the way out to the four-wheel drive and stowed the hamper behind the seats. 'If I put this in the back with The Benz, there might not be anything left by lunchtime,' he grinned.
Kymberly looked puzzled and Rick explained. 'Benz, that's short for Mercedes benz, my blue heeler. Can't go out on a water run without him, he'd never forgive me.' The dog barked either on hearing his name, or possibly at the presence of Kymberly. 'Sit down, Benz,' Rick commanded. The grey and black, speckle faced dog sat as told, his wet pink tongue lolling out of the side of his muzzle as he panted.