Taming the Outback by Harrison Ann B

Author:Harrison, Ann B. [Harrison, Ann B.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781771018074
Publisher: Breathless Press
Published: 2012-08-22T22:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER EIGHT

The next day with the shearers was pretty much the same as the first, although this time when they were finished, they wanted to celebrate and have a few beers with dinner.

Libby was on edge all night, but there was no sign of Nathan.

“So, are you going to tell me about you and Nathan then?” Molly asked, leaning on the fence next to Libby.

Libby pulled her gaze from the driveway, wishing for the millionth time that a set of lights would herald his arrival and feeling stupid for the need she felt when he so obviously didn’t feel the same way about her. “Nothing to tell. He’s royally peeved I have the farm and gives me as much grief as he can about it. I guess he’s hoping I’ll give up and go back to the city with my tail between my legs. Why do you ask?”

“Look, we’ve been coming here to these farms for a long time. You have the guy rattled, I can tell, and believe me, it takes a lot to rattle that man.” Molly winked at Libby and took a long drink of her beer before nudging Libby in the ribs and walking back to the others. A warm feeling started to settle in Libby’s stomach. Was hope now mingling with the lust she felt for him? What if Molly was right and he was rattled—and not about the farm like she thought but with her now that he had kissed her. Libby touched her lips, the memory buzzing through her blood as her body cried out in protest of the feelings that would not go away.

“Hey, Libby, how about another beer?” Tom called. Pushing aside the lust and plastering a smile to her face, Libby joined the others for a celebration, country-style.

***

In the morning, Libby and Tom waved off the shearers with promised booking for the next shearing. After seeing the kids off on the school bus, she followed Tom to the yards to start the job she was dreading the most: docking the tails and testicles of the lambs who were now running with their mothers.

Running them through the race, Tom grabbed the first lamb and showed her how to flip it onto its back and place a ring on its tail.

“You have to hold them tight and be quick about it.” He demonstrated on the wriggling animal and handed her the docking tool. Letting the lamb go, he motioned to Libby to take his place. Grabbing a handful of wiry, short wool, Libby lifted the next lamb onto the makeshift table, flipping it over.

“It’s a boy.” She grimaced in Tom’s direction.

“You can do it Lib, pull the sac up and slip the ring on it at the base. See, easy,” he said as she followed his instructions. “Now do the tail.”

Letting the lamb go, she grabbed another, and soon, they were powering through the herd.

The sky was darkening by the time the last lamb had been done. With no time for a

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