Jemma stared out into the morning fog and just absorbed the beauty that was Calabash Station.
She’d gone into the west paddock early that morning looking for a stray sheep. Billy had left the gate open again. That irresistible idiot Billy, Jemma really wasn’t sure what she was going to do with him.
As the fog began to recede she saw the sheep grazing below.
Jemma and her horse Pinto returned the sheep to its paddock and securely shut the gate.
Jemma looked at her watch and smiled. She still had enough time to go and have breakfast with Billy.