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There is nothing better then the feel of frost crunching beneath your feet as you walk to feed the animals, long hot days in the saddle behind a mob of cattle or the feel of the camp fire at night when you get back, jeans clinging to you, riding boots overflowing from the rain, the feel of horse sweat and wet leather still on your hands..... A.S.

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Winner of the 2011 Western Downs Mini Romance Competition

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Wimberley & Co Bookstore More Street Goomeri

the Wondai Regional Art Galleryand at the Gap Creek Store. 

Ask your local book store about stocking my books if the reviews on the next page take your fancy but you would prefer to buy through a store.

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ABOUT THE NOVELS

Together these novels are set mainly from Rathdowney to Colinton with a few trips further afield and into the north. Fiction, though written with an honest and raw view of the life lived by true country people on the land, there is everything from mustering to pulling calves, fencing to fires, rollovers to brawls at the dinner dance, murder, Rodeo's and much much more.

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Ben is the first book in the series and where the reader is first introduced to Cora Brantly and her two young boys. A single mother, she and her boys have just moved home and it's time to introduce them to the family they have never met. Their Uncle Ben is the first one to meet the boys and soon becomes a key player in their lives, as he introduces them to the sport of Rodeo. He makes a practice drum for them to gain their balance on and their addiction grows from there. A slightly more steady pace to the second novel, but still packed with adventure and chapters such as... Roses and Bulls, Kick It Up and Choirs Before Fun.

 

Bessie, Millie, Joe,” he said. “Better go fetch them horses back.” …the rustle of leaves the clash of hooves over rocks and logs... four horses galloping towards them, a dog on each side and one behind. Down into the gully the horses raced before bounding up the bank... and jumping the slip rails.

“You can't judge a horse from there,” Mr Clarke said callously.... “Did you bring a saddle?”

...Mr Clark cleared an old wooden kitchen table of dirty dishes, over ripe bananas, apple peel and week old bread. John and Cora took a seat at the table and as John wrote out a cheque, Cora looked around....

 

He spoke and Cora closed her eyes for a moment as his voice penetrated deep inside her soul. He had been her best friend, a brother and a confident in all but one secret.

“G'day,” he said.

 

As Cora poured the milk Coby started swatting invisible flies from around the bottle. Nait gave his brother a look of dismay.

“What are you doing?” Cora asked.

Coby gave a little chuckle as he explained.....

 

“Let go of me,” she cried out wrestling to break free.

And then she said it.

“I hate you. Just leave me alone.”

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Saddle Up - In this book the reader catches up as the boys leave school. Life has been a whirlwind of weekends in the arena as well as everyday farm life and their mother is now married for the second time, with another child on the way. Gritty and rugged, the two boys, Coby and Nait, follow slightly different paths though both are locked into farm life and Rodeo. They play as hard as they work and the wilder the cattle and the rougher the country the better, when it comes Coby's view on it all as he goes from job to job. Fast paced this book is definitely not for the faint of heart with chapters such as... Diesel Dust and Dollars, Prime Suspects and Until Their Not.

 

A long sharp whistle. “Boy. Whoop back, woo back woo back. Hup. Hey,” deep voices came. Cows and calves crashed through the vine.

 

As Kenny went to hobble faster and his ankle gave way, the bull was on top of him. The poll of the bulls head thumping into Kenny's side half lifting him and sending him ten feet forward. As Kenny hit the ground the bull was on top of him again, rubbing him into the dust.. I could tell he was injured bad.

 

… it was steaks all 'round except for old Roy, who wasn't really 'that' old, no matter how many grey whiskers he had covering his face. He had chicken.

“A bit easier on the digestives,” he proclaimed patting his stomach and with a glint in his eye.

“Old fella's,” one of the boys said laughing and poking fun.

“Ah you'll be an old fella too one day,” Roy told him. “Unless you keep ridding like you did today. Four seconds,” he said told the boy as he held up four fingers. “Four seconds on an old rocking' horse my grandmother could ride.”

“Your grandmothers dead,” another of the group joked.

“And she could still ride better then he did today,” Roy joked again smoothing the table cloth with his fingers.

“Ha ha ha,” Nick and a couple of the other boys laughed.

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