‘Let me get these traps or you’ll starve with us,’ Yolanda said. He dropped the leash and she stumbled backwards, sprawling as she landed. He raised his stick at her, but still she felt his fear. ‘I wouldn’t touch you anyway, all the cocks that have been in you,’ he spat, as she got to her feet and turned towards the collapsing woolshed, adrenaline surging through her.
