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A beautiful and moving tale of self-discovery, The Farmer’s Wife deals with the truth about relationships that the Cinderella stories never tell us.She got the fairytale ending – but that was just the beginning…When Rebecca Saunders married her party boy Charlie Lewis and they settled down on her beloved farm, she thought the hard work was over. Ten years and two kids later, the idyllic future she imagined seems like a distant fantasy.Her life is a never-ending cycle of running the household and bringing up two small children. There’s little time to keep the romance alive, and when Rebecca and Charlie are faced with money troubles, they have very different ideas about how to save the farm.Rebecca is starting to wonder if she ever really knew Charlie – or even herself. Is it too late to rekindle their love? Can they find their way back to one another or has the gulf become too wide?

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The Farmer’s Wife

by RACHAEL TREASURE

For Luella Meaburn, my true earth angel

and Colin Seis, a quiet grassroots revolutionary

and my children and my guides, Rosie and Charlie Treasure

and in memory of Dreams, now in the clouds with Pegasus

An environmentalist once asked a wise guru, ‘What use is your praying and meditating when you are not really doing anything to stop the destruction all around us?’

The guru replied calmly, ‘Even if you managed to clean up the rivers, oceans, soils and the sky, the pollution will all come back, unless you cleanse the human heart.’

Retold by Bhavani Prakash

What we are today comes from our thoughts of yesterday, and our present thoughts build our life of tomorrow; our life is the creation of our mind.

Buddha

The eternal feminine draws us upward.

Goethe

Table of Contents

Title Page The Farmer’s Wife by RACHAEL TREASURE

Dedication For Luella Meaburn, my true earth angel and Colin Seis, a quiet grassroots revolutionary and my children and my guides, Rosie and Charlie Treasure and in memory of Dreams, now in the clouds with Pegasus

Epigraph An environmentalist once asked a wise guru, ‘What use is your praying and meditating when you are not really doing anything to stop the destruction all around us?’ The guru replied calmly, ‘Even if you managed to clean up the rivers, oceans, soils and the sky, the pollution will all come back, unless you cleanse the human heart.’ Retold by Bhavani Prakash What we are today comes from our thoughts of yesterday, and our present thoughts build our life of tomorrow; our life is the creation of our mind. Buddha The eternal feminine draws us upward. Goethe

Part One Part One

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Part Two

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty-one

Chapter Twenty-two

Chapter Twenty-three

Chapter Twenty-four

Chapter Twenty-five

Chapter Twenty-six

Chapter Twenty-seven

Chapter Twenty-eight

Part Three

Chapter Twenty-nine

Chapter Thirty

Chapter Thirty-one

Chapter Thirty-two

Chapter Thirty-three

Chapter Thirty-four

Chapter Thirty-five

Chapter Thirty-six

Chapter Thirty-seven

Chapter Thirty-eight

Chapter Thirty-nine

Chapter Forty

Chapter Forty-one

Chapter Forty-two

Chapter Forty-three

Chapter Forty-four

Chapter Forty-five

Chapter Forty-six

Acknowledgements

Two new ebook short story collections from Rachael Treasure in 2013

About the Author

Also by Rachael Treasure

Copyright

About the Publisher

Part One

One

‘You told me it was a Tupperware party!’

Rebecca Lewis folded her arms across her chest as best she could with two shaggy terriers sitting on her lap. She scowled at Gabs, who was swinging on the wheel of the Cruiser like an army commando. Gabs aimed cigarette smoke towards the Landy’s window and puffed out a cloud, then delivered a wide, wry smile from her unusually lip-glossed lips.

‘Get over it.’

The women were lumping their way over the wheel-scarred track, once a quagmire during a severely wet winter, but now a summer-baked road of deep jolting ruts. As they wound over shallow creek crossings and valley-side rises, Rebecca shifted under the weight of Gabs’s dogs and hunched her shoulders. She looked out at the dry bushland around them that ticked with insects in the evening heat.

‘I thought it would cheer you up,’ Gabs offered.

‘Cheer me up? Do I look like I need cheering up?’ Rebecca frowned at her own reflection in the dusty side mirror. There were deep worry lines on her forehead. Her blonde hair, dry and brittle on the ends, was carelessly caught up in a knot as if she was about to take a shower. Hair that looks as coarse as the terriers’ fur, she thought. Bags of puffy skin sat beneath her blue eyes like tiny pillows. She prodded them with her cracked fingertips. Her mouth was turned down at the corners.

Could she actually be a bitter old woman at thirty-eight? She closed her eyes and told herself to breathe.

‘How can you not be cheered up by that?’ asked Gabs, thrusting an invitation at her. Bec looked down to the silhouette of a woman naked save for her towering stilettos. The woman sported a tail and tiny horns like a weaner lamb. Horny Little Devils , the text read. Making the World a Hornier Place . Australia’s Number One Party Plan .

‘Tupperware party, my arse,’ Rebecca said, rolling her eyes. The tiniest smirk found its way to her lips. She looked ahead on the road to Doreen and Dennis’s farmhouse, tucked into the next valley. Maybe this party could be a turning point for me and Charlie, she thought hopefully. Ten years of marriage, two baby boys, the death of her father and a farm that failed to function. Charlie blaming the weather; Rebecca knowing different. Then there was her family, distant in the city. Her mother, Frankie, who seemed to not notice her, and big brother Mick, still treating her as if she was ten. And always, always, there was the memory of Tom. She sighed and pushed Amber and Muppet off her lap onto the floor and grabbed for Gabs’s cigarettes.

Gabs glanced over with concern as Bec fumbled with the slim rolls of tobacco. Hands shaking, she put the smoke to her lips and swore as her thumb ineffectively ran over the coarse metal cog of the lighter, creating feeble sparks but no flame. She hadn’t felt this down for years. Not since the years soon after her brother Tom’s death.

‘Oh, for god’s sake!’ she said, throwing the lighter on the dash and stuffing the cigarette back in the packet.

‘Are you right ? Since when did you take up smoking?’

Bec shrugged.

‘Here,’ said Gabs, passing her a bottle of Bundy, ‘forget the ciggies, forget the Coke. Just cut to the chase.’

‘But we’ve got crutching and jetting tomorrow. And I’ve got to get the boys to the Saturday bush-nurse clinic. It’s Dental Day,’ she said, still taking the square bottle of rum from Gabs.

‘Dental Day! Again? Thank god Ted doesn’t have teeth yet and Kylie had hers checked last month when we were in the city. C’mon, ya bloody sook! Listen to you!’ Gabs made whining noises — a parody of the complaints that Rebecca repeatedly made, about Charlie, about the farm, about the weather.

‘For god’s sake, Bec, go have your period and jump in a shark tank! You need to make the best of your lot so suck it up, princess.’

Rebecca looked out through the heat-wilted wattles towards a stand of white-trunked gums and cracked the yellow top off the bottle. From where she sat, Amber sniffed at the rum and wagged her feathery terrier tail.

‘None for you,’ Rebecca said gently. She swigged deeply and grimaced at the rawness of the alcohol on the back of her throat.

Gabs looked across at her, softening now. ‘I know it’s been tough, with the mixed-up seasons and … you know … but build a bridge! You’ll have fun tonight. And I didn’t suck my tits dry with a pump for Ted’s bottle just for you to pike out on me.’

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