The Girl from Honeysuckle Farm / One Dance with the Cowboy: The Girl from Honeysuckle Farm / One Dance with the Cowboy

Phinn had spotted Mrs Starkey driving off in her car about fifteen minutes ago, and, with Ash nowhere to be seen, she picked up the phone with a peculiar sort of hope in her heart that the caller would not be Ty, ringing to say that he wouldn’t be home this weekend.

An odd sort of relief entered her soul when the caller was not Ty but Geraldine Walton again, with an offer of more straw. ‘I’m running out of space under cover here, so if Ash could pop over he’d be doing me something of a favour,’ Geraldine added.

‘It’s very good of you think of me,’ Phinn replied, feeling for certain now that Ash was more the cause for the call than the fact that Geraldine had more straw than she knew what to do with. Geraldine had said not one word about having surplus stocks when she had wandered over yesterday to settle what she owed her! ‘Ash isn’t around just now. But I’d be glad of the straw,’ she accepted.

Phinn was about to go looking for Ash, and found she did not have to when he came crashing in through the front door. ‘It’s bucketing down out there!’ he exclaimed, shaking rain from his arms.

‘You don’t fancy going out again?’

‘Need something?’ he enquired, at once willing to go on an errand. He hadn’t heard what the errand was yet!

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