Barbara Hannay - Outback Wife and Mother

Ally’s chest tightened painfully at Lucette’s words.

‘I think Fletcher came to care for me. In fact I know he did.’

Something in her expression seemed to capture Lucette’s attention. She stared at Ally for several silent moments and then she reached over and took Ally’s hand.

‘I’m sure he does feel very strongly about you,’ she said gently. ‘Fletcher’s usually very wary about getting entangled with women, because of where he lives. He believes only women who grow up in the bush can take the harsh life of the outback. So if he allowed you to understand he cared...’ Lucette paused and smiled ruefully. ‘Then I’d say chances are he was totally smitten.’

‘I’m prepared to take a gamble on it.’

‘But your career!’ Lucette cried. ‘How could you possibly turn your back on everything you’ve achieved?’

‘I don’t know,’ admitted Ally. ‘A month ago I would have said it was totally impossible, but...’ She paused, taking in a deep shuddering breath. ‘Have you ever been in love, Lucette?’

‘Of course,’ the girl laughed, ‘hundreds of times.’

‘No. I’m talking the real thing. I can’t go on without him. I can’t work. I can’t eat or sleep.’ She paused and shook her head at Lucette’s wide-eyed response. ‘I can’t believe I’m saying all this. I used to be the first person to condemn girls who went all drippy over males. I mean, I used to think that all it took to resist falling into that kind of trap was a modicum of intelligence. But honestly, Lucette, I’ve no choice. I’ve got to go to him.’

Lucette sighed and refilled Ally’s coffee cup. ‘Ally, I really feel for you, believe me. But I don’t think Fletcher would have a bar of it. And it wouldn’t be because he doesn’t care for you. It’s simply that he couldn’t imagine how you could possibly be happy out there. He’d worry about taking you away from everything you’ve achieved.’ Lucette eyed her crestfallen friend with concern. ‘This is all my fault!’

‘What do you mean?’

‘Well, if I hadn’t been so jolly eager to show off my set designs when he was in Melbourne for that conference, he would never have come to the show and fallen for the lovely Alexandra Fraser.’

Ally closed her stinging, tear-filled eyes as she remembered that moment when a tall, dark grazier marched into the models’ dressing room! She stared into her coffee cup. ‘I think I’ve got to do it, Lucette. I’m prepared for everyone telling me I’m mad. I’m prepared for Fletcher to be a little angry at first, but I think he’ll get over it. It’s just that I’ve found someone I love more than my career and I think I can convince him of that, too. I’ve fallen in love and I can’t just sit here and do absolutely zilch about it!’

‘Well, apart from anything else we’ve covered, there might still be one major hitch,’ said Lucette tentatively.

‘Which is?’ asked Ally, lifting her chin in a brave effort at defiance.

‘What experience have you had as a nanny?’

‘Aha! I can answer that,’ cried Ally triumphantly. ‘All the time I was at college, I worked as a nanny for the Johnstons. You know Dr. James Johnston and his wife Helen—the paediatricians? Nights, weekends, holidays. I looked after their four children on and off for three and a half years.’

Lucette raised her fair eyebrows and looked back at Ally with eyes the same sky blue as Fletcher’s. She took a long, deep swig of her coffee. ‘Then perhaps we’d better take a closer look at this,’ she said with a solemnity which was totally spoiled when her face broke into a cheeky grin, again alarmingly like her cousin’s. ‘But we’re going to have to plan it all very carefully.’

CHAPTER THREE

THE best laid plans of mice and men... The unwelcome quotation flashed through Ally’s mind again as it had on repeated occasions over recent weeks. But now, with Connor’s little hand clinging to hers as she crossed the steamy car park at Townsville airport, she refused to think of defeat. Together with Lucette, she had schemed and plotted so that this risky enterprise would run like clockwork and the journey was almost complete.

She’d been nervous about going to Sydney to meet Connor, but the few days she’d spent there getting to know the little boy had been delightful. They had enjoyed a trip to the beach and to Taronga Park Zoo, as well as some quiet times at his grandparents’ house. Then, to her relief, he had come with her and Lucette on the plane night to Townsville without objection. All that was left was the final leg—driving out to Wallaroo Downs.

And to Fletcher.

Ally shifted the weight of her large carry bag higher onto her shoulder and smiled at Connor, who looked back at her with trusting, big brown eyes.

‘This should be our vehicle,’ said Lucette, indicating a sturdy-looking station wagon in the line-up of hire cars. She pushed their heavily loaded luggage carrier the last few metres and clicked the central locking button on her key. ‘Hey, presto! Look, Connor,’ Lucette cried as she swung the car door open. ‘Magic doors!’

But Ally could feel Connor backing away, his hand in hers struggling to be freed.

‘No!’ he cried. ‘No! I don’t like that car!’ His little face contorted in fear as he tried to pull away.

Ally dropped to her knees and threw her arms around him.

‘No!’ he sobbed. ‘I don’t like that car!’ His voice rose in alarm, but he clung to Ally. She could feel his little body trembling and her heart nearly broke for him.

‘Oh, you poor darling,’ Ally murmured as she hugged him to her. She realised at once that his parents must have been driving a similar car when they were taken from him so horrifically.

Lucette hovered uncertainly near the luggage.

‘Sweetheart, look. I’ve got something to show you,’ Ally said as she dipped her hand into the large carry bag and drew out a soft toy she’d been keeping for such a moment.

The sobs subsided slightly. ‘What—what is it?’ Connor hiccupped, staring through his tears at the furry brown creature Ally held.

‘It’s a platypus, Connor. I had him made just for you.’ A plump little hand reached tentatively towards the ball of fur.

‘Plat-pus?’ he whispered.

‘That’s right,’ said Ally. ‘See, he has a fluffy tummy and a lovely black bill and four little black feet.’

Connor fingered one webbed foot, beautifully crafted from the finest black leather.

‘That’s amazing,’ exclaimed Lucette from behind them. ‘It’s so lifelike. Did you have it made at work?’

Ally nodded. ‘A few people owed me favours.’ She spoke to Connor. ‘Real platypuses live in creeks out in the bush. And that’s where we’re going. Uncle Fletcher lives there, too.’

‘Can I hold the plat-pus?’

‘Of course you can, darling. He’s yours to keep.’ Aware that Lucette was quietly loading their luggage into the back of the station wagon, Ally continued talking as Connor cuddled his new toy. ‘When I was a little girl, my favourite story was about a platypus called Shy. Would you like me to tell it to you?’

The little boy nodded solemnly, blinking away his tears.

‘Well let’s you, me and your platypus make ourselves comfortable in the back of the car here and I’ll tell you about Shy.’ Ally held her breath as she gently guided Connor towards the car door. He hesitated and turned to her.

‘Can I call my plat-pus Shy?’

‘Of course you can. It’s a lovely name, isn’t it,’ Ally reassured him, and he allowed himself to be buckled into his car seat without another murmur.

And as Ally began her story of the platypus family who lived in the riverbank, Lucette slipped into the driver’s seat and the car slowly edged out into the traffic.

Shy had been a big hit with Connor, Ally reflected hours later, as she sedately guided a gentle mare down a quiet bush track at Wallaroo Downs. One hurdle had been cleared, but a still higher one faced her. She had yet to discover how Fletcher would react when he returned from a day’s branding to find her already settled into his home.

Grateful for the shady protection of whispering casuarinas, she tried to shrug off her nervousness by focusing on the soothing sounds of the quiet bush; the steady clip, clop of Juno’s carefid,steps and the peaceful hum of cicadas in the trees around her.

No wonder Fletcher loved his outback. It was so remote, so alien in its stark, dry beauty—another world. Separated from Melbourne by thousands of kilometres, it was hard to believe she was still in the same country. On the drive inland from Townsville airport they’d travelled through heat and dust and past endless paddocks of brown, lifeless-looking stubble, but here, by the creek, it was cool and shady and perfectly serene.

Until... the afternoon peace was split by the sudden roar of a motorbike.

To Ally’s horror, her startled horse whinnied and reared, hooves striking at the air. Then, within breathless seconds, she felt the reins snatched from her trembling hands and a furious voice roared at her.

‘Alexandra? What the hell are you doing here?’

Panic Bared!

Common sense should have told her the danger was over. The dreadful motorbike’s engine had cut off, the mare was calming down and the bush was quickly returning to its former languid stillness. So she knew the wild thumping of her heart was an overreaction. There was no longer any excuse for her to crouch low against Juno’s neck with her eyes squeezed tightly shut.

Except that she knew that voice.

She knew exactly who was bellowing at her and it was the very last person she wanted to meet until all her plans were in place.

He wasn’t supposed to be down here!

With trepidation, she lifted her head, blinked, and her stomach clenched. A fiercely scowling Fletcher stood within arm’s reach, Juno’s reins gripped tightly in one strong brown hand.

She found herself fighting a nervous urge to look away, yet she forced her eyes to hold Fletcher’s scalding gaze. Agitated as she was, she couldn’t stifle a swift glow of admiration. He was as rugged and tall, as wideshouldered and lean-limbed as the memory she had treasured these past weeks. And his eyes, piercing blue as ever, were a perfect match for the flashes of brilliant sky she glimpsed between the swamp bloodwoods behind him. But the smile, the special, heart-flipping grin, was missing. She had never known Fletcher not to smile at her!

This was nothing like the reception she had hoped for and pictured hundreds of times during the last few weeks. She manoeuvred her strained features into something resembling a smile.

‘Er...hello, Fletcher... I’m, um, I’m practising riding.’

‘I see.’ His clipped reply dropped unhelpfully into the space between them.

Ally shivered. It was then she noticed the trail bike he’d abandoned when she and Juno blundered onto his path, now slewed against an old tree stump a metre or so behind him. The realisation of her guilt sent her heart sinking further.

‘I’m sorry I nearly ran into you.’

The apology was clearly not accepted. Fletcher merely continued to glare at her in silent anger while her wretched eyes took in more details. His crow-black hair, his bare chest and shoulders all glistened with water and his jeans clung to his hips and thighs in dark, damp patches that blatantly outlined his flagrant masculinity.

‘You’ve been swimming?’ she stammered.

‘Yes,’ he replied. The briefest flicker of a smile twitched the corners of his mouth. ‘If you’d been a few minutes earlier, you would have found me in the creek.’