some, but itâs the only hope many of these isolated farmers have.â
She nodded seriously. âIâve seen that first-hand. Until recently I was worried about my cousin Adam becoming one of those statistics. And itâs not just men. Iâve been widowed for ten years and itâs hard enough to meet people, let alone when you have kids. Add living in a small town to that and it can make things nearly impossible. And then thereâs my younger sister, Frankie.â
âSheâs single too?â The question slipped out before he knew what he was saying. He hoped he didnât sound too eager.
âI guess the right man just hasnât come along yet, but sheâs so great. A new cop came to town last year and I thought maybe ⦠but he hooked up with a friend of ours.â Simone sighed. âAt least sheâs in a social job, being in the café, and could in theory meet new people there.â
âYes, whereas, since his engagement ended, Angus is practically a hermit. We could be living up north on some remote station and heâd probably meet more people than he does currently.â
âNot a social butterfly then?â Simone asked, smiling as she took another sip of wine.
Logan shook his head. The only new women Angus ever met were the roustabouts or wool classers who came to their property with the shearing teams and even if he wanted to make an effort, theyâd probably be too young.
âSo Frankie and Angus both need to be more proactive.â
âLike us you mean?â He couldnât help looking at Simone and thinking how different she seemed in person to online. It wasnât a bad thing ⦠he liked this Simone as well, but sheâd been a lot more chatty over the internet. A lot more forthcoming.
âExactly.â She slipped another forkful of creamy pasta into her mouth, reminding him he too should start on his meal before it went cold.
âThis is better than I imagined,â he said after a few mouthfuls.
âTold ya.â Simone smiled victoriously. âWhatâs the most recent article youâve written?â
âIâve just submitted a big feature to The Australian on wind-farming.â
Her eyes lit up. âOoh, now thatâs a contentious issue around here at the moment. I hear thereâs a big renewable energy company trying to lease land off local farmers. Iâm fascinated. Are you for or against?â
While finishing his mouthful, Logan deliberated what to say. Heâd had numerous arguments with Angus over the last few months about this very issue and he didnât want to get into another one on a first date. Having said that, he wasnât the type of guy to hold back his opinion.
âI donât think itâs as black and white as some people want to believe,â he began. âAs with most things, there are advantages and disadvantages, but in this case I think the benefits far outweigh the negatives. The turbines can provide an additional income for farmers, which can help in times of drought. Thereâs also community benefitsâemployment and ongoing maintenance. Not to mention tourism.â
She smiled and nodded.
âSorry, Iâm probably boring you half to death.â
âOn the contrary.â She lifted her wine glass to her lips and took a sip before adding, âIâm enjoying myself immensely. You donât know how starved I am for adult conversation. Most of my time is spent stopping my teenage daughters from killing each other.â
Logan chuckled, recalling all too well the numerous fights he and Angus had gotten into as teenagersâneither of them backing down until blood was spilled, bones were broken or one of their parents physically dragged them apart. Like most siblings, they had a love-hate relationship. Angus was both his best friend and his worst enemy.
âSo what do you think about wind farms then?â he asked, trying
Dayton Ward, Kevin Dilmore