Outback bride - Hart Jessica (читать книги без регистрации полные TXT) 📗
Mal pulled the sheet back. ‘I’m warning you, Copper,’ he said dangerously. ‘You leave Brett alone. I won’t stand by and watch you screw my brother up.’
Copper was so enraged that she jerked round to face him. ‘All I’ve done to your brother is to offer him a bit of sympathy and understanding, which is more than he ever gets from you. You’re so pig-headed and arrogant that you can’t even see what’s going on under your own nose!’
‘You’re not here to understand Brett,’ said Mal callously. ‘You’re here to behave as my wife whenever anybody else is present, and that means not making an exhibition of yourself with my brother-or anyone else. I’d be grateful if you’d remember that in future.’
‘You needn’t worry,’ said Copper in a voice that shook. ‘I’ve got no intention of forgetting why I married you!’ Oh, God, the light was still on! Scowling furiously to stop herself from crying, she heaved herself up once more to click it off and then pointedly turned her back. There was a pause, then with a short, exasperated sigh he did the same, and although she lay tensely awake for hours he made no move to touch her again.
It was such a stupid argument, Copper thought wearily the next day. It wouldn’t have been too difficult to make up in each other’s arms as they had done before. All she had needed to do was to roll over and whisper his name, but part of her had rebelled. Why should she grovel to Mal when she had nothing to apologise for? She wasn’t the one being stubborn and blind and completely unreasonable, was she?
‘We’ll be out mustering all day,’ Mal said brusquely at breakfast. ‘I need Georgia to spot the strays from the plane, so you’ll have to forget your business for once and keep an eye on Megan for a change.’
He clearly thought that was all she was good for, thought Copper, too weary after a sleepless night even to object to his implication that she didn’t spend almost all of her time with Megan anyway while Georgia dealt with more of the household chores. She couldn’t fly a plane, like Georgia, or ride out with the stockmen, cracking whips and chivvying the cattle along with piercing yells. As far as Mal was concerned, she was useful only for staying at home and keeping out of the way. It was amazing that he hadn’t jumped at her suggestion that she go back to Adelaide. After last night, she would have thought he would be glad to be rid of her.
The homestead felt horribly empty when Georgia and the men had gone and Copper was left alone with Megan. Miserably, she began clearing up the kitchen, but the silence was oppressive and accusing and in the end she could bear it no longer. ‘Let’s have a picnic,’ she said to Megan, wanting only to get away from the house with its taunting memories of Mal: Mal climbing the verandah steps, Mal turning his head, Mal closing the bedroom door with a smile in his eyes. ‘We’ll take my car and go somewhere different for a change.’
Copper hadn’t used her car since she had driven up from Adelaide all those weeks ago, and it felt strange getting into it again. The last time she had sat behind the wheel Mal had been just a treasured memory, no more than an image from the past or a vague regret, and now
now he was so much part of her life that it was hard to imagine a time when she had existed without him. To Copper it seemed as if her whole life had been directed to the moment when she had driven up along the track and parked in front of the homestead. It was odd, looking back, to think that she had sat down to wait on the verandah steps without an inkling that Mal would walk around the corner of the woolshed and change her life again for ever.
She thought about how much had changed since then as she drove out along the rough track that led towards a wild, rocky area that she had never seen for herself. Mal had pointed it out once on one of their afternoon rides. It had been too far for them to go on horseback, but he had told her about the eerie red rocks and the spindly gums and the huge termite hills that gave the place its own special atmosphere.
Just remembering those rides made Copper’s heart ache for the way things had been then. He had sat on his horse, relaxed and still, and the huge, empty horizon and the dazzling light had focused around him. Then, everything had seemed possible. She hadn’t known how contemptuous his eyes could be, or how savage his tongue. Had she changed, or had he?
It took much longer than she had expected to coax the car along the track, but they made it eventually and ate their picnic in the shade of an overhanging rock. It was a strange, wild place, that echoed with age and silence, but Copper was glad that she had come. Idly, she watched Megan playing house amongst the weirdly shaped stones. The stillness seemed to seep through her, calming her jagged nerves, and she was able to think clearly at last.
She and Mal had been happy before, and they could be happy again. There was no point in hanging onto her pride if it just made her miserable. She would talk to Mal tonight and tell him that she loved him. He might recoil, but at least it would be the truth. Copper didn’t think she could bear the thought of spending three years pretending that she cared more for her business than she did for him.
She had to do something, anyway. They couldn’t go on like this, letting stupid misunderstandings tangle themselves up into bitter arguments. The desire they had felt together was too strong, surely, to fall apart in a matter of days. Copper thought about the way Mal had kissed her and hope twisted inside her. If they could just have a night alone together everything would be all right again. It had to be.
Suddenly eager to get back and tell Mal exactly how she felt, Copper got to her feet and stretched. ‘Come on, Megan, let’s go home.’
It took a little while to persuade Megan to leave the little house she had created, but at last she was in the car, the picnic was packed away, and she settled herself behind the wheel. Her mind on Mal and what she would say when she saw him, Copper didn’t register at first that the engine was wheezing and coughing. When she did, she frowned irritably and tried turning the ignition key again. Nothing happened.
Copper tried again-and again, exasperated, then angry, and at last afraid. Trying to conceal her sinking heart, she got out of the car to open the bonnet and peer helplessly at the engine. She had no idea where to start finding out what was wrong, let alone how to fix it.
The heat bounced off the metal and glared into her eyes. ‘I’m hot!’ Megan complained.
Biting her lip, Copper opened the door. ‘Play in the shade for a while,’ she suggested, and went back to the engine. Nothing seemed to be broken. She checked the water and the oil, more for something to do than anything else, and then went to try the ignition again in the wild hope that wishful thinking was enough to do the trick.
It wasn’t, of course. Copper wiped her brow with the back of her arm and told herself there was no need to worry. When the muster got back, Mal would realise they were missing and come and find them. He won’t know where to look, a cold voice whispered, and ice trickled down Copper’s spine before she clamped down on the thought. Mal would find them. All she had to do was sit tight and keep Megan safe.
Megan. Copper got out of the car. Where was Megan? Around her were rocks and trees and utter, utter quiet, but no little girl. ‘Megan?’ Her voice bounced eerily off the stones and her heart seemed to freeze in her chest. ‘Megan?’
All at once the afternoon had taken on a nightmarish quality. It was as if she had turned round and found herself on a different time plane, where nothing made any sense. Megan had been there only a minute ago. How could she be gone?
Copper forced herself to breathe deeply and slowly. The one thing she must not do was panic. Calling Megan’s name, she began making systematic circles around the car, spreading a little wider every time, until a cry, abruptly cut off, sent her stumbling through the trees in its direction, her heart pounding with dread. Copper found that she was praying as she looked desperately around her for any sign of the child, but she made herself work steadily between the trees until she came out into a sort of clearing and saw Megan, lying sprawled and much, much too still, beneath a weathered red boulder.
