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ABOUT THE AUTHOR When USA Today bestselling author ALISSA CALLEN isn’t writing, she plays traffic controller to four children, three dogs, two horses and one renegade cow who believes the grass is greener on the other side of the fence. After a childhood spent chasing sheep on the family farm, Alissa has always been drawn to remote areas and small towns, even when residing oversea...
ABOUT THE AUTHOR When USA Today bestselling author ALISSA CALLEN isn’t writing, she plays traffic controller to four children, three dogs, two horses and one renegade cow who believes the grass is greener on the other side of the fence. After a childhood spent chasing sheep on the family farm, Alissa has always been drawn to remote areas and small towns, even when residing overseas. She is partial to autumn colours, snowy peaks and historic homesteads and will drive hours to see an open garden. Once a teacher and a counsellor, she remains interested in the life journeys that people take. She draws inspiration from the countryside around her, whether it be the brown snake at her back door or the resilience of bush communities in times of drought or flood. Her books are characteristically heartwarming, authentic and character driven. Alissa lives on a small slice of rural Australia in central western NSW. Also by Alissa Callen The Bundilla Series Snowy Mountains Daughter Snowy Mountains Cattleman The Woodlea Series The Long Paddock The Red Dirt Road The Round Yard The Boundary Fence www.harpercollins.com.au/hq To Luke CONTENTS About the Author Also by Alissa Callen Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Chapter 24 Chapter 25 Chapter 26 Chapter 27 Chapter 28 Chapter 29 Chapter 30 Chapter 31 Chapter 32 Chapter 33 Chapter 34 Chapter 35 Chapter 36 Chapter 37 Epilogue Acknowledgements CHAPTER 1 Hettie Burbrook was many things—introvert, redhead, pilot, chiropractor, photographer—but something she’d never been called was unprepared. Thanks to her childhood, she always had a Plan B, and usually a Plan C. It didn’t matter that beyond the front propeller of her Cessna light plane the late afternoon sky had darkened to a stormy grey or that the visibility of the high-country airstrip wasn’t ideal; her landing would be textbook. She’d double-checked the weather, the state of the private landing strip and allowed extra time to perform her pre-flight checks. Shoulders relaxed, she looked to her right to take in the novelty of the rugged snow-capped peaks. Her usual views, even in winter, were of red dirt, dusty scrub and ribbon-straight gravel roads. Her duffle bag held the only woollen jumper she’d owned for the past three years. Warm clothes weren’t exactly a necessity when treating her outback clients for sore backs and knees. Just as well her online shopping purchases had arrived before she’d left to fly south. She had enough thermals to keep her cosy in an arctic freeze. Her lips curved as she studied the pristine blanket of white. High above the world, with only herself for company, was her happy place. Here there was no loss and no expectations she didn’t have a hope of fulfilling. Here she could be who she was, freckles and all. Here she was as free as the far-off eagle who drifted in slow circles within a thermal updraft. The green flash of the wing tip light refocused her thoughts and brought reality back in a rush. Her smile died. She’d soon be on the ground and the respite flying had provided from the hollow anguish inside would end. It had been a fortnight since her surprise visit home to Woodlea and life had irrevocably changed. She took a last look at the serenity of the mountains before concentrating on her descent. As the plane flew lower, the once distant landscape formed into distinct shapes. Below the snow line, timbered slopes gave way to the sweep of a large open valley. Deer grazed on the far side of a meandering creek, while on the other side horses galloped, their heads tossing and manes rippling as they raced the plane. Hands steady, she guided the Cessna towards a cluster of corrugated iron roofs. A white aviation windsock fluttered on the edge of Glenwood Station’s airfield. Beyond the cleared space, a farm ute was parked beside a shed that would act as a hangar for the plane. Brenna had made it back from Canberra. It had been far too long since they’d caught up face-to-face. Except as Hettie fully focused on the figure leaning against the ute, her breath caught. Brenna wasn’t so tall. Which meant … She briefly closed her eyes. As prepared and organised as she was, there was one person who never failed to throw her carefully curated world into chaos. Brenna’s twin brother, Taite. The man below tipped his head towards the plane and despite the distance between them it was as though she were staring directly into his intense blue gaze. Her stomach swooped like it always did before her chin angled. Enough. Her teenage-crush days were long behind her. There was no excuse for still feeling so hyper-aware of Taite. Brenna would be running late and Taite had come to meet her. Just like he always did, he’d then make himself scarce. She looked away. There had been a brief time when Taite hadn’t avoided her, but no good would come of revisiting the memories that refused to recede no matter how often she banished them. She could guarantee she wouldn’t have ever been on Taite’s mind. It had been two years since she’d set foot on Glenwood Station. In the week she’d stayed all they’d had was a short and casual conversation. This trip would be no different. After all, she was simply an old school friend of his sister. Hettie settled back in her seat and made a precautionary pass over the airstrip. After she’d chosen a tree to mark her maximum touchdown point, and she was certain the plane’s noise hadn’t scared any kangaroos onto the airstrip, she turned the Cessna and readied for landing. When the wheels touched the solid earth,
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