Emma Darcy - The Outback Marriage Ransom

First day at Gundamurra

T HE plane was heading down to a red dirt airstrip. Apart from the cluster of buildings that marked the sheep station of Gundamurra, there was no other habitation in sight between here and the horizona huge empty landscape dotted with scrubby trees. Ric wished he still had the camera hed stolen. He could take some unbelievable shots here.

The middle of nowhere, Mitch Tyler muttered. Im beginning to think I made the wrong choice.

Nah, Johnny Ellis drawled. Anythings better than being locked up. At least we can breathe out here.

What? Dust? Mitch mocked.

The plane landed, kicking up a cloud of it.

Welcome to the great Australian Outback, the cop escorting them said derisively. And just rememberif you three city smart-arses want to survive, theres nowhere to run.

All three of them ignored him. They were sixteen. Regardless of what life threw at them, they were going to survive. And Johnny had it right, Ric thought. Six months working on a sheep station, had to be better than a year in a juvenile jail. Ric, for one, couldnt stand overbearing authority. He hoped the guy who ran this place wasnt some kind of tyrant, getting off on having three slaves to do his bidding.

What had the judge said at the sentencing? Something about getting back to ground values. A program that would teach them what real life was about. In other words, you worked to live, not skim off other people. Easy for him to say, sitting behind his bench in a cushy chair, safe with his silver-tailed government income.

There was no security in Rics world.

Never had been.

Thieving what you wanted was the only way to get it. And there was a lot Ric wanted. Though stealing the Porsche to impress Lara Seymour had been stupid. Hed lost her now. That was certain. A girl with her privileged background wouldnt even consider a convicted criminal for a boyfriend.

The plane taxied back to where a guy was waiting beside a four-wheel drive Cherokee. Big guybroad-shouldered, barrel-chested, craggy weathered face, iron-grey hair. Had to be over fifty but still looking tough and formidable. Not someone to buck in a hurry, Ric decided, though size didnt automatically command his respect. If the guy laid a hand on him

John Wayne rides again, Mitch muttered in the mocking tone he habitually used. Sour on the whole world was Mitch. Could become a real drag, living with him at close quarters.

No horse, Johnny remarked with a grin.

He was going to be much easier to get on with, Ric thought.

Johnny Ellis had probably cultivated an affable manner as his stock-in-trade, as well as a protective shield, though he was big enough and strong enough to match anyone in a punch-up. He had friendly hazel eyes, a ready grin, and sun-streaked brown hair that tended to flop over his forehead. Hed been caught dealing in marijuana, though he swore it was only to musicians whod get it from someone else anyway.

Mitch Tyler was a very different kettle of fish, charged with a serious assault on a guy who, he claimed, had date-raped his sister. Though he hadnt put that defence forward in court. Didnt want his sister dragged into it. He was lean and mean, dark hair, biting blue eyes, and Ric had the sense that violence was simmering under his surface all the time.

Ric, himself, was darker still in colouring. Typical Italian heritage. Black curly hair, almost black eyes, olive skin, with the kind of Latin good looks that attracted the girls. Any girl he wanted. Even Lara. But looks werent enough in the long run. He had to have money. And all the things money could buy. It was the only way to beat the class difference.

The plane came to a halt.

The cop told them to get their duffle bags from under the back seats. A few minutes later he was leading them out to a way of life which was far, far removed from anything the three of them had known before.

The initial introduction had Ric instantly tensing up.

Here are your boys, Mister Maguire. Straight off the city streets for you to whip into shape.

The big old guyand he sure was big close upgave the cop a steely look. Thats not how we do things out here. The words were softly spoken but they carried a confident authority that scorned any need for physical abuse.

He nodded to them, offering a measure of respect. Im Patrick Maguire. Welcome to Gundamurra. In the Aboriginal language, that means Good day. I hope you will all eventually feel it was a good day when you first set foot on my place.

Ric found himself willing to give it a chance.

Fighting it wasnt going to do him any good anyway.

And you are? Patrick Maguire held out a massive hand to Mitch who looked suspiciously at it as though it were a bone-cruncher.