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FROM the air, Coori homestead, surrounded by its satellite buildings, resembled a settlement constructed on the site of an oasis. The vast areas around it, thousands upon thousands of square miles, in comparison, was practically the far side of planet Mercury. The burning, mirage-stalked earth was coloured a brilliant red, scattered densely with golden bushes like great mounds. Angelica guessed before McCord told her it was spinifex. Spinifex and sand. Out here the two went together.

“The cattle will eat it if nothing else is available,” he told her casually, secretly pleased she’d been such a good passenger. She was fearless—they’d hit a few thermals—she showed great interest in her latest adventure, and she asked intelligent questions. “But spinifex has little food value for the stock. The seeds on the other hand we use to fatten horses to prime condition.”

“From here it looks rather like wheat,” she observed, fascinated by the spectacle, the sheer size and emptiness of a giant primitive landscape that was crisscrossed by maze after maze of water channels—swamps, lagoons, billabongs, desert streams—that appeared to be running near dry.

He nodded. “Especially at this time of year. The interior of the bushes, strangely enough, is quite cool. For that reason the lizards make their home there, but the wax content is so high the bushes can burn fiercely. When they do, they send up great clouds of black smoke for days.”

“It doesn’t look like you’ve had any rain,” she said quietly, thinking drought must be really terrible to the man on the land.

His laugh was ironic. “Not for a year. Not a drop during winter-spring. Not a single shower, but we’ve seen great displays of storm-clouds like a Wagnerian set that got wheeled away. We’re hoping the Wet season up north will be a good one. But not too good. We can do without the floods. Just enough to flush out every water channel. When the eastern river system comes down in flood, the waterbirds fly in in their millions. The Channel Country is a major breeding ground for nomadic waterbirds. Great colonies of Ibis nest in our lignum swamps. They do us a big favour by feasting on the destructive flocks of grasshoppers that strip the grass and herbage for the stock. Then there are all sorts of ducks in their countless thousands—herons, shags, spoonbills, waterhens, egrets.”

“So where do they come from?” she asked, turning to admire his handsome profile. He was a marvellous-looking man.

“Good question. No one seems to know. It’s one of those great mysteries of the Outback. One day there’s not a sign of them, but then a sudden storm, the billabongs fill and they’re there literally overnight. Most other birds take days to arrive, when they sense water. Pelicans—I love the pelicans. I used to try to find their nests as a boy—turn up in favoured years to breed in our more remote swamps. Those are just the waterbirds. What will dazzle you here is the great flights of budgerigar, a phenomenon of the Outback, like the crimson chats and the finches. The hawks and the falcons prey on them. The largest bird is the wedge-tailed eagle. You’ll identity it easily in flight from the wingspan. At least seven foot. The wingtips curve up. Wedge-tails can take a fair-size kangaroo.”

“Goodness.” She tried to visualise it. “Swooping on a medium-size kangaroo must take some doing?”

“They don’t have a problem. There are plenty of predators around.” He shrugged. “The huge flocks of white birds you’ll see are the corellas. They cover the coolabahs so densely you can scarcely see a leaf. Or a branch. And the noise when they take off is deafening. All our beautiful parrots prefer the scrub. Not that you’ll have much time for sight-seeing, Miss De Campo. You’re here to work.”

“I’ll get up very early,” she murmured. “What a truly extraordinary place you live in.” It had to have moulded him, made him special. “You must feel like a desert chieftain?”

He glanced at her with those amazing exotic eyes. Everything about him said, “Don’t go trying to fascinate me.” What a challenge! He confirmed it by saying, “Don’t go getting any romantic notions. I’m a hardworking cattleman. I haven’t the energy to ravish females.”

“I guess desert chieftains don’t have to be mad rapists,” she joked.

“Have you been raped?” he asked very seriously indeed, giving her a direct stare. Huntley, brute that he was, was probably capable of it. That, he couldn’t bear.

“No such terrible thing has happened to me, the Lord be praised.” She shuddered. “No woman knows for certain if she’s going to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. It’s woman’s universal fear. I have a guardian angel I pray to to look after me. A father who adores me. A brother who thinks a lot of me. He’s built like a commando and he has a black belt.”

“Whereas all you’ve got is a cupboard full of basketball trophies.”

“I’m sorry I told you that,” she said.

“You also told me you were frequently asked, ‘How’s the weather up there?’”

“My favourite was how did I cope with altitude sickness. People are cruel. The plainer they are, the crueller they get.”

“Whereas you’re a most beautiful woman.”

“Am I?” she asked with a small degree of surprise. She’d had plenty of compliments in her time but she hadn’t been expecting too many from him. Not after that flinty-eyed reception.

“Miss De Campo, I have no intention of going soft on you,” he assured her, as though he found her mind easy to read. “I hope you believe it, though I’m sure your successes have been legion. I’ll be watching your every move. You may have won the battle but not the war.”

“Why should there be war between us? A war would get us nowhere. I’m looking for your co-operation.”

“And you’ll get it providing you don’t take it into your head to send the senses of the male population reeling.”

“As though I’d be capable of such a thing,” she answered breezily. “Are we coming in to land?”

“We are,” he confirmed crisply, thinking he was coming off second best with this woman. “So you can tighten your seat belt.”

“Aye, aye, Captain!” She laughed as excitement set in. “Or is it ‘Roger?’ I have to catch up on the terminology. Anyway, I can’t wait.” She looked down, trying to gather in her kaleidoscope of thoughts and impressions. “Obviously it’s all paid off, being a desert chieftain,” she enthused. “The homestead looks huge!” And the setting was fantastic! “Who would ever have thought of building a mansion in the middle of the Never-Never?”

“We are a way out of town,” he agreed dryly. “Do you think you can possibly sit quietly?”

“Just watch me.” She gave him a cheerful smile, proceeding to sit as solidly as an Easter Island statue. Honey caught more flies than vinegar. Hadn’t her mother told her?

They were greeted by a station hand the moment they arrived. When the young man was introduced to Angelica he muttered a, “Pleased to meet you,” without lifting his head. Indeed he seemed dead-set on digging the toe of his riding boot into the baked earth.

“Shy,” Angelica commented kindly when she and McCord had disposed themselves in the waiting Jeep.

“Why not?” McCord gave her a sidelong glance. “Noah was brought up in the bush. He’s never seen a woman like you in his life.”

“Aw shucks!” she pretended to simper. “You’ll be telling me you had me pegged for a high-class callgirl in two ticks.”

“You have to admit we started badly.”

“You being so judgmental. The fact of the matter is you owe me an apology.” She lifted her chin as she spoke. It had a shallow dimple he really loved. Not that he was about to tell her that.

“I’ll apologise if I have to when I know the true story,” he assured her. “Huntley had several girlfriends and a mistress at the time. Carly knew for a fact at least one was a very glamorous brunette. That doesn’t exactly clear you.”

“It doesn’t condemn me, either,” she said tartly. “I don’t want to insult you but you sound a real prude.”

“Your opinion, Miss De Campo, doesn’t concern me at all. I know what I saw in that study. People were milling about. You could have screamed. You could have appealed to me for help. Had you needed it. I would have enjoyed knocking dear Trevor flat.”

“I regret to say I was too ashamed and mortified,” Angelica confessed, appalled to hear her excuse sound so weak. “Seconds elapsed from the moment he got me into that study to when he all but threw me on the sofa.”

He made no attempt to hide a snort of derision. “You’re not exactly a featherweight. Come to think of it, my recollection of you is a lot of woman.”

“A lot?” she burst out wrathfully. “Don’t be ridiculous. I was a comfortable size twelve.”

“Are you sure?” He did his best to look sceptical. “Not that I know much about women’s dress sizes, but being in the cattle business I’m a good judge of weight. I’d say you were a good stone heavier then.”

“Well, perhaps,” she conceded, pulling a face. How did he know so much when he’d only see her for such a short time? “These days I go to the gym. And I watch my diet. I’ve actually worked out quite a care program. Especially now I’m on the TV. I know I’m a big girl.”

“Big is beautiful,” he returned, a sardonic gleam in his amber gold-speckled eyes. “There’s hardly a thing to choose between you and a supermodel.”

When they stepped into the splendid entrance hall of Coori homestead a cute young woman around five-two, with fair hair and sky-blue eyes, dressed in cotton jeans and a T-shirt, rushed down the central staircase to greet them. “Oh, you’re here! That’s lovely!” she cried enthusiastically, directly addressing Angelica and waggling her fingers at her half brother as though he’d pulled off a great coup. “Isobel didn’t exaggerate. You’re beautiful!”

It sure beat her half brother’s reception, Angelica thought, immediately warming to Gillian. This girl fitted Isobel’s description. Gillian was just possibly half a foot, maybe more, shorter, but what the heck! Angelica was comforted by such a welcome. “How nice of you to say so.” She held out her hand, returning the beaming smile.

McCord’s young half sister was a mixture of shyness and appealing vulnerability. She bore no resemblance whatsoever to her half brother. “You’re Gillian, of course.”

“Gilly, please.” Gillian took the hand extended to her, staring up at Angelica with the kind of heroine worship one usually saw reserved for school captain. “Mum will be here in a moment,” she explained. “This is the second time she’s changed her dress. Isobel told us you’ve got great style.”

“You should have seen some of my fashion disasters,” Angelica confided, refusing to look in McCord’s direction, in case he was still critically examining her denim mini.

“I’m sure you’d look wonderful in anything,” Gillian said so sincerely Angelica wanted to hug her.

“Listen, why don’t we let Miss De Campo settle in,” McCord suggested, his tone an unexpected combination of gentleness and wry impatience.

Gillian blushed. “Sorry, Jake.”

“No worries, Gilly.” He lightly touched her shoulder. “Has anything happened while I’ve been gone? Any messages?”

“Oh.” Gilly made an apologetic little sound. “I nearly forgot. The vet can make it this afternoon, after all. He’ll be here around three-thirty. He’s cadged a ride with Brodie. Brodie brings the mail and supplies,” she explained to Angelica in an aside.

“A bit of good news. Anything else?” McCord prompted patiently. Angelica got the feeling he did that often.

“Dinah rang.” Gillian started to gnaw at one of her fingernails. “She’s flying over Friday afternoon. She thought she might stay the weekend. Invited herself really.” She slumped as though the high-handed Dinah was already there. “She says she can’t wait to meet Angelica.”

“And Dinah is?” Angelica neatly questioned, more than halfway to knowing she was one of McCord’s girlfriends. No revelation a man like that would have a huge following and she couldn’t now overlook herself.

“Friend of the family,” he clipped off, obviously not wanting to be pushed into any discussion. “Now I’ve a few things to do before I show you around, Angelica.” He gave her a smile of such lazy sensuality Angelica almost swooned. “Meanwhile, Gilly can help you settle in. Your luggage will be at your door. The day will be over before I get out there but I’m leaving you in good hands.”

“Thanks, Jake!” Gillian smiled happily.

“See you in about an hour.” He gave Angelica another one of those looks that sizzled.

She had a mad desire to call after him, “Have fun now,” but wisely thought better of it. McCord was obviously a man to be reckoned with. He probably spent all his days giving orders and being obeyed. It was too bad about this Dinah. Then again, she reminded herself, he wasn’t engaged. Not surprising when he had described himself as a committed bachelor, but she had the feeling that was a big hint for her. Not exactly a propitious beginning for both of them, but she refused to allow it to dampen her buoyant spirits. She had only set foot on Coori and already she was in love with its wild beauty, its history and romance. All right! The master of Coori wasn’t too bad, either.

The mistress of that great station—one of the shyest people Angel had met, even more startling considering the power and influence of the family—gazed at Angelica a minute or two, then gave her an unreserved welcome that was as warm and informal as that of her daughter’s.

“Oh, I’m so glad it’s you,” she confided sometime later, as they relaxed over iced tea. “Isobel is a dear woman—she’s been very kind to me—but she’s so confident in every way she makes me feel a desperate failure. You and I are going to get on well.”

That shook Angelica a little. She took the frosted mint-scented glass from her mouth. “You think I’m going to make lots of mistakes?”

“Oh, no, dear, I’m sure you won’t.” Stacy was astonished at Angelica’s quite logical interpretation. “You have that unmistakable touch of class, and laughter in your eyes. An ease of manner I find very soothing. I know you won’t make me feel nervous. Beautiful women have made me nervous all my life.”

“Maybe you haven’t noticed I’m oversize.” Angelica smiled.

“That’s the surprising thing,” Stacy said artlessly. “It looks just right on you. I, on the other hand, have always struggled to attain any sort of stature.” She looked vaguely around the lovely sitting room furnished with a mixture of contemporary and antique pieces. “I was never right as mistress of Coori station, for instance. I’m sure you’ve already heard that from Isobel. Why Clive picked on humble little me remains a puzzle in the McCord family. He should have kept looking. Jake is very tolerant of my lack of organisational skills. He’s been my champion since he was a little boy. Not that it did him any good. Clive couldn’t tolerate the way Jake stood up to him. I think he found it threatening, even allowing for the hard man that he was. Jake can be tough when he has to be, but he has heart. My late husband was a heartless perfectionist.”

Angelica had heard that, as well, but still felt shocked. “That must have been hard to live up to?”

“Oh, it runs in the family,” Stacy sighed. “Thank the Lord, Jake is different. His father was from the school of biting sarcasm. It was easy to make him explode. No matter how much I tried to please him, I couldn’t. The irony is, it was my only ambition.”

Angelica shook her head in sympathy, nevertheless surprised by Stacy’s disclosures so early in their acquaintance. She tinked the rim of her crystal glass against her white teeth. What a life it must have been, to be constantly belittled. She believed her own mother, wife, earthmother, restauranteur, superstar, would have put Clive McCord right. Men seemed to pick their mark. On the face of it Stacy McCord seemed like a natural-born victim. There wasn’t going to be any small talk, either. Stacy had major traumas to unload with seemingly not a minute to lose.

“Of course in my youthful ignorance I thought loving him was enough,” Stacy continued in that soft reminiscent voice. It wasn’t often she found herself with a captive audience, consequently she found it difficult not to keep going. “Clive was everything I dreamed about. I thought I was in for a life of married bliss, a home of my own where I could be in charge for a change. And my parents were over the moon with such a splendid match. The McCords are an old pioneering family.”

“And rich?” That upped anyone’s eligibility, Angel thought.

“There’s always something about money,” Stacy agreed. “It made my mother so happy. She was proud of me for once. But the money didn’t mean anything to me. I loved him. He was such a striking-looking man and I was little more than a silly schoolgirl. I didn’t have a glimmer of an idea he’d bought me like he’d buy a pedigreed little heifer. I was young and pretty, if you can believe it. I was soft, and by the way I mean soft in the head, as well. I had no instinct for trouble. I didn’t even notice Clive wasn’t a bit of fun.”

By this time Angelica herself didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. “I doubt many people have it all together at eighteen,” she consoled. I mean, did she? The answer was a resounding no. “It takes time to understand human emotions and passions. If we ever do. Anyway there’s nothing like getting married to bring out the best and worst in people.”

Stacy, to her credit, gave vent to a surprisingly hearty laugh. “Why is it I think I’ve known you forever?”

“It happens like that.” Angelica smiled.

“But I am talking too much.” Stacy suddenly flushed, blotching her apple-blossom skin.

“I really appreciate the fact you trust me,” Angelica told her with sincerity. The fact of the matter was she often received unsolicited confidences the moment people laid eyes on her. She supposed she must look kind, or they thought they’d never see her again. She’d even received off-the-cuff marriage proposals.

“I used to think if the portrait of Roxanne came down, Clive would start to forget.” Stacy pushed at her wispy fringe, a mannerism Angelica had remarked. “But he never did. He was absolutely faithful to her to the end. I suspect when he was dying alone out there in the desert he cried out her name. Maybe they’re together again at last.”

“Maybe they are,” Angelica said, with a kind of fascinated sadness. If she were a romance writer instead of a caterer she could have turned the whole thing into a block-buster. “I believe in an afterlife, but you have to let go, Stacy.”

Stacy nodded. Nodded again with great vehemence. “Oh, it’s so good to talk. Very few would be interested.”

“You’re still young.” Angelica intuited Stacy had been thinking along these lines. “There’s no reason why you can’t re-marry. Happily this time. Life goes by so fast you have to grab it on the wing.”

“Oh, God!” Stacy exclaimed almost despairingly. “That’s all very well for you. You’re young and so vibrant. I don’t believe I ever was. I was Little Miss Helpless. Only child syndrome. Older parents. Anyway, who’d have me?”

“A lot,” Angelica answered dryly.

“Aha, the money.” Stacy saw the irony.

“Don’t put yourself down. You’re a pretty woman.”

“Am I?” Stacy sounded pleased and even took a very human little peek into a well-positioned gilded mirror. “But how could I meet anyone out here?”

“Dive right in,” Angelica advised. “We have all these wonderful Christmas functions coming up. I absolutely love Christmas. We must have a great big tree. I know you’ve got one.”

“No we haven’t got one,” Stacy announced surprisingly. “Clive only died three years ago. He didn’t want any Christmas trees.”

“Why didn’t you get one yourself? Even afterwards?” Angelica was so amazed, her voice cracked.

“I think I expected Clive might come back to haunt me. Anyway if I put up a big Christmas tree you can count on its falling over.”

“It won’t fall over on me,” Angelica said. “Have we agreed on a Christmas tree? I know exactly where it should go. The bigger the better.”

“We’ve no pines here, dear, only desert oaks.” Stacy smiled.

“We’ll find something,” Angelica said. “But getting back to our functions, you know who’s coming. Surely there’s an eligible man or two? There must be, I can see you smiling.”

“Really just a friend.” Stacy’s voice softened. A dead give-away. “He’s a lovely man, but I can’t think he’d be all that interested in me. There are others.”

“Look on the positive side,” Angelica advised. “You can have what you want if you go after it. I’ve found it really doesn’t pay to be tentative and hold back. Why don’t we try to sort things out this week? I’m going to have to press you into service, if that’s okay? No need to worry. You’re going to enjoy it. Have fun. Offering hospitality to friends should be fun. You don’t have to perform miracles. Gillian has to do her bit, too. Is there a guy in her life?”

Stacy glanced over her shoulder as though Gillian was about to return. “Gilly’s got a crush on one of our jackeroos,” she confided.

Angelica’s jaw dropped. She thought jackeroos were supposed to keep their distance. “Really?”

“He’s a fine young man, but he’s English.”

Angelica, disconcerted, just stopped herself from snorting. “Is that a problem?” She stared at Stacy, wondering if Stacy had been hoping for a local.

“It is in this way…” Stacy started to clarify. “Charlie could go back home at any time. He’s here for the adventure. He read all about the Outback as a boy and fancied himself living the frontier life. They must have made it sound very glamorous. Anyway he loves it but his family will want him back home. Who could blame them? He’s the Honourable Charles Middleton by the way.”