Eleanor Jones - Shadow On The Fells

“There’s nothing wrong with it. It certainly won’t bounce.”

“I’d come looking for you if it did,” she said in a tone of voice that made him believe it.

Will turned to head back home without replying, not knowing how to react to her hostility. Three times he’d met her now, and each time had been the same. As soon as he thought she’d softened to him just a little, she had become sarcastic and biting. It was as if she was trying to make him feel like a fool.

And it had worked.

Perhaps she was trying to keep him at bay. But why? Well, she needn’t have bothered. He didn’t want friendship, and he didn’t need a shepherd’s help for his tourism venture, so what was the point?

“Come on, Max,” he said, and the big dog bucked against his collar, taking Will by surprise.

The leash slipped out of his hand, and he tried to catch it but lost his footing and stumbled, struggling back to his feet to see Max racing for the gate into the paddock. He yelled, but the dog ran on, alight with excitement.

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