I’m riding home after checking muddy water holes for bogged sheep. It’s almost May and the sun is casting a golden light that thickens the air. The light drips, fat and glowing, down the shoulder of my horse. I could have whipped round the holes in the ute in a quarter of the time but for the last few weeks the riding has been all action, quick reflexes…
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