The next morning, I was out in one of the paddocks with Mick, herding the cows as some of them needed milking, when I mentioned my conversation with Emily the previous night.

"You invited her here?" he asked, laughing away.

"I don't see a problem with that."

"What the fuck would she know about farming?"

"She was rather enthusiastic the last couple of times she's been here."

"She was a kid then, Bruce. How old's she now? 18? 19?"

"19."

He groaned. "Ugh, I can picture it now. I've seen what girls her age are like on TV."

"It was only an offer at the end of the day. And...