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.Hayden reined in his horse and let the wagons roll past him as he sat surveying his landwith the fierce joy that never failed to fill him at the sight of it.Stands of iron-bark andblackbutt covered its grassy slopes, along with pungent wattles and a dozen differentkinds of gums.River gums and red gums, stringy barks, and the pale-trunked, ghostlywhite gums.There were mounds of banksia, glorious now in their bloom, and stretches of deep grass sprinkled with native pansies and wild geranium and candytuft.He'd had to clear parts ofit, of course, to make way for his fields of wheat and corn and the pastures for hisgrowing herds of cattle and sheep and horses.But he would never clear it all, for it wasthe very wildness of this land that called to him.He might need to work it, but he neverwanted to see it completely tamed.If he had his way, fifty years from now there would still be wallabies here, hopping downto the creek in the late afternoon.Curlews would still wail at dusk, and dingoes howl inthe night.His grandchildren would still be able to look up and thrill to the flight of anegret, or watch a flock of sulfur-crested cockatoos wheel like a sun-streaked cloud acrossthe blue Australian sky.He rested his hand on his thigh and allowed his eyes to roam proudly over his land,seeing all that it was, all that it would be.And he felt an unexpected and unaccountableache deep within him, an emptiness, that not even the rich beauty of his land could fill.A whip cracked beside him, startling a crowd of blue wrens from a sheltered place besidethe road.They rose suddenly into flight, looking like a gossamer of jewel-toned silklifting in the breeze.He raised his hand to push back the brim of his hat, watching them.And knew she was there.He glanced over his shoulder to find that the tilted cart had stopped beside him.Gideoncracked his whip again, shouting at the balking bullocks.But Bryony sat still.She had herhead thrown back, following the sun-sparkled ribbon of blue with her eyes, a smilecurling her beautiful lips.Then, slowly, as if becoming aware of the heat of his gaze uponher, she turned her head.They looked at each other.Her deep brown eyes took on a dusky, smoldering look.Hefelt the ache within him grow until, for a moment, it became something almost desperate.Her lips parted.She breathed in sharply.And he wanted her.He wanted to pull her off that cart seat and lay her down in the sweet, clover-scentedgrass and take her, right now, beneath the wide, sun-drenched Australian sky.He wantedto smother her smiling lips with his hungry mouth.He wanted to cover her pale woman'sflesh with his hard man's body.He wanted to possess her, to make her his, to master herin every sense of the word.He wanted to hear her moan, to feel her wrap her long, nakedlegs around his hips and have her beg him to fill her.And maybe, just maybe, have her fill the desperate emptiness within him. CHAPTER ELEVENJindabyne's yard was crowded.McDuff s greyhounds barked and chased one another in afrenzy of excitement, weaving between the legs of lowing bullocks, sweating horses, andswearing, shouting men.But Bryony stood alone, hugging Simon to her, feeling lost andout of place.The yard was basically a long, slightly uneven rectangle, half cobbled, half mud.Largesandstone brick barns and stables ranged along one end.She could see a string ofstockyards and paddocks stretching beyond them, and a smithy and a carpenter'sworkshop built to one side of the largest barn.At the far end of the rectangle, opposite thestables and barn, rose the house.Hayden St.John's house was built of the same sandstone brick as his farm buildings.Awide, stone-flagged veranda held up by trimmed posts ran around all four sides of thehouse, protecting it from the harsh Australian sun.The house was well built butunpretentious.The barns and stables were considerably larger.Bryony glanced from the house to the man who had built it.He had dismounted near astone, prisonlike building with barred windows that lay on the northern side of the yard.Beside him stood a rough-looking man with graying brown hair and a receding hairlinewho kept casting speculative glances in Bryony's direction.He was big, although he wasn't as tall as the Captain, and much of his weight wasbeginning to run to fat.A week's growth of whiskers shadowed his cheeks, accentuatingrather than concealing the livid scar that ran down one side of his face from temple tochin
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