Alinta is determined to make sure she never becomes a victim again, but what can she do when Mel’s previous love shows up at the outback station they are building together? The white woman, with her proper English ways, is like no one she has ever seen before. How can she compete with someone who once held her own love’s heart?
Mel Lawrence is astonished to see Lady Worthington in her home in the Outback, so far from England. She had never thought she would see her again. Abigail is even prettier than she had remembered. It has been a lot of years, and they have both matured. Mel, however, is now married to Alinta and they have a child, with another on the way.
Abigail is a widow with three children of her own, and has fled to Australia, hoping to find Mel, her first love, ready to take her back. What she finds instead surprises everyone, herself included.
What will the future hold for these three?
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“I want you, teach me those,” she said in her pigeon English, indicating the firesticks that Mel had in abundance, one hanging above the door of the library and the others in the cabinet for their everyday use. Before, Mel had been the only one to handle them. Alinta always avoided them, but, after Bradley’s second attack, she’d decided no man would ever touch her again. Not if she could help it.
Mel hesitated only briefly before nodding slightly, saddened that her wife felt the need to learn to defend herself with weapons. She knew she wouldn’t always be about to protect her, a fact that had been proven. But she hoped, with Bradley’s death, that was the end of that particular evil. She couldn’t protect Alinta from everything, although she would try with her dying breath. Meanwhile, it only made sense to let her wife learn how to protect herself for those times that Mel wasn’t about.
Mel showed her how to hold the gun, with the butt shoved firmly against her shoulder. Mel explained the things her father had taught her many years ago. Alinta dry-fired it many times, peering down the barrel at the sight on the end of it, and when Alinta felt comfortable with the weight of the long barrel, the heaviness of the steel, Mel began to show her how to load it, measuring out the gunpowder.
“It won’t do you any good if the powder is too tightly packed. Don’t let it ever get wet,” Mel advised as she gently instructed Alinta.
The first shot startled the Aborigine woman, as it always did when Mel or one of the men used one of the firesticks. The recoil hurt her shoulder, but Mel advised her again to hold the stock tighter against her.
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