Aye yes, now there was a manageable arrangement, Hamish decided; although Luke, the boss drover of Wangallon’s cattle, had sent no word as to his progress these last two months. The boy had inherited the same unmanageable attitude as that of his long dead mother and it was a tiresome characteristic to put up with. At least, Hamish reminded himself, he had another son who would inherit Wangallon. In the great scheme of things that was all that mattered.
Sarah lay flat on her stomach, a Pentax camera resting precariously on a log. This was her third attempt at photographing a lone wallaby and it was proving a far more difficult task than anticipated. Having first seen the wallaby some days ago when she and Anthony were returning on horseback from shifting a mob of sheep, she had revisited the spot twice. It was certainly a secluded setting. The remains of timber sheep yards were partially obscured by shady green peppercorn trees and the area backed onto a sandy ridge dense with radiata pine trees. It was the perfect environment for the notoriously shy wallaby.
Sarah’s initial shots showed shafts of sunlight running horizontally through the branches of a peppercorn tree. The sun’s rays gave an almost other-worldly feel to the broken timber railings, chest-high clumps of spear grass and red budded cactus trees in the distance. Unfortunately every time she moved to take the picture the wallaby ducked. Anyone would think you were camera shy, Sarah mused, as the light flattened out. Slowly she eased herself up from behind the log and looked through the viewfinder of the camera. The day was diminishing and with the transformation, a spindle of pink gold triangulated its way through the peppercorn’s leaves. A flutter of butterflies rose from the grass and the wallaby, intent on chewing a long stem, turned its small inquisitive head towards Sarah.
Her finger clicked the shutter. The wallaby gave a small noise much like a growl and hopped away. ‘Excellent.’ Sarah jumped up, did a little jig in celebration of capturing what she hoped would be a Kodak moment, and then slipped the Pentax safely back into its carry case. The growl sounded again. Sarah spun around. She was half-expecting to see a wild dog or a pig or maybe even a drop bear, the mythical bush creature Anthony so loved. The noise sounded once more and she looked up to see a koala in a tall gum. Angus, her grandfather, had seen koalas during his lifetime but this was Sarah’s first, and the idea that these sensitive creatures still roamed Wangallon thrilled her. She managed to get a single shot before the koala clambered higher amid the branches.
‘So you found one?’ Anthony appeared astride his horse, Random; so named because it was purely chance if the gelding didn’t try and throw him once a month.
‘You scared me.’ Sarah draped the camera over her shoulder.
Anthony slid from Random, who nibbled his shoulder in an effort to court attention. ‘Sorry.’ He plucked a long blade of grass, tickling her ear. ‘I haven’t seen a koala for ages.’ They peered up through the foliage. Anthony draped his arm about Sarah’s shoulders and together they watched the koala scramble higher. Random snuffled their hair and tried to wriggle his head between theirs.
‘What is it about this horse of yours, Anthony,’ Sarah asked, scratching the gelding between the ears. ‘I think he’s suffering from a lack of attention.’
‘Well I know how that feels,’ he countered, giving her a kiss on the forehead. ‘So I see you’ve taken up your hobby again.’ He touched the camera strap.
Sarah patted the camera case. ‘Actually I’ve missed my photography. I think I got a great shot today too. Remember that wallaby we saw?’ Sarah pointed to the peppercorn and the broken timber railing. ‘I captured him just there and the light was magical.’
Random gave a whinny of impatience that set Sarah’s horse Tess to striking the sandy ground with a hoof. Anthony smiled. ‘Well I’m pleased you’re back into photography again. You always loved it. There’s no reason why you can’t enter a few more competitions like you did before –’
‘Before grandfather died?’ Sarah completed his sentence. ‘Didn’t feel like it before now.’ She walked to her horse.
Together they rode through the peppercorns and out into the cloud-streaked sky. The evening star had risen and it was towards this bright glow that they spurred their horses. They rode side by side; diverging from the normal dirt road back