The sun beat down on Alexia's pale skin; She smiled it had been a long time since she had felt true heat. A gorgeously delicious heat that scorched through her whole body, warming those parts of her heart she had closed off for so long.
It had taken a twenty-two hour flight from New York to Sydney and then another two-hour flight on a small plane to reach her outback home "Marcail" station, the family property was a moderate size at only 52,000 acres and ran mainly Black Angus beef cattle and a small mob of black face Suffolk sheep. Her sister Amanda had been running the property with a crew of dedicated stockman and their cousins that lived on the next property over.
"Welcome home Sis," it was a cool welcome from her younger sister Amanda, but it was better than she expected. The last time they had spoken, they had argued about something stupid Alexia couldn't even remember what it was now. Amanda had told her not to worry about coming home ever again. So the fact that Amanda had welcomed her was a good start.
She was now riding the fences on a beautiful stock horse named Molly. The mare was calm and well trained. Her Nieces had joined her and were chattering away about everything and asking her question after question about New York.
Alexia smiled to herself, it was all Aunty Lexi this and Aunty Lexi that.
They were beautiful twins with an enthusiasm for life that made her glad to be alive; She was so proud of her sister she had raised two amazing daughters on her own.
She was starting to relax and just enjoy being within the beauty of her outback home.
There was a simple routine to life on the station. It all surrounded the seasons and the stock. Alexia enjoyed the physical exertion and was feeling as though she was being renewed.
Each evening, Amanda and Alexia would sit in the two large cane chairs on the front porch and talk or just sit in a comfortable silence.
Fonzie, the old blue healer would come up and sit at Alexia's feet and she would absently rub his tummy with a bare foot, until the dog would wonder off to find some rabbit to bother or some roo to chase. He was long past catching anything he chased but he still would give it a good go. He was like an old man in an aged home chasing the young nurses.
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