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Authors: Kate Loveday

Inheritance

Inheritance
Kate Loveday

Inheritance

Kate Loveday

An Australian rural romance about an unexpected inheritance that sends a city girl down deep into the country…

When Cassie Taylor inherits Yallandoo, a cattle station near Cairns in Far North Queensland, she is shocked. What does she know about running cattle? But the property has been in her family for generations, and Cassie is not a quitter. She leaves behind her Sydney life and heads to the station, determined to make a go of it.

But a long drought and falling prices mean challenges Cassie doesn’t expect. To save her heritage, she’s going to have to come up with some new ideas — and fast. Then the threatening letters start to arrive. Someone doesn’t want Cassie to succeed, and they’re willing to go to any lengths to stop her…

About the author

Kate Loveday grew up in the seaside suburbs of Adelaide, South Australia with a love of books and always wanted to write. Her career has included publication of travel articles and short stories, as well as full length novels. She previously worked in real estate and building, as an office manager, and finally as a natural beauty therapist, running her own natural therapy business with husband Peter for many years.

In 1988, Kate and Peter moved to Sydney for business reasons and, after thirteen years in that city, they spent three years caravanning around Australia, spending much of that time in Far North Queensland, an area which she came to love, before settling in the mid-north coast of NSW. However, after years of being separated from family, the pull of blood ties became too strong to resist and they returned to Adelaide.

When not writing, Kate enjoys reading, listening to music, good food and wine, and ‘hanging out’ with family and friends. She takes part in writing groups, as well as being the financial manager of a Community Association.

Kate says, ‘I just want to write good stories; stories you can lose yourself in, with real characters you can love – or hate – that will keep you engrossed to the end. And if I can manage to touch your heart along the way, I’m happy.’

www.kateloveday.com

Acknowledgements

First I must thank Peter for all his love, support and encouragement. Then my friends Jill and Pam from our caravanning days, who urged me to extend my travel writing to include fiction. Thank you for believing I could do it! As a result,
Inheritance
was conceived during those happy times spent in far North Queensland. I would also like to thank Escape Publishing, Kate Cuthbert and her editorial team.

For Gloria, Peter and Michael

Contents

About the author

Acknowledgements

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

Chapter 30

Chapter 31

Chapter 32

Chapter 33

Chapter 34

Chapter 35

Chapter 36

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Chapter 1

Outside the sun blazed down on Cairns, but inside the chapel it was cold. Or was it just her? Cassie Taylor shivered as she sat in the front pew of the chapel, with the drone of the minister’s voice in her ears, conscious only of the coffins of her aunt and uncle, thinking of how she would miss them.

A nudge from her friend Rosie made her turn. Cassie nodded and, rising, went to stand by the coffins. Relinquishing the two white roses she had been clutching, she placed one on each coffin before returning to her seat to sit numbly through the rest of the service.

Rosie’s hand clasped hers as the coffins finally descended. Cassie took a deep, shuddering breath and the tears came then, hot and scalding. They stayed in their seats until Cassie, giving a final sniff, took the handkerchief Rosie offered her and blew her nose.

‘Do you think you can face the crowd yet?’ her friend asked.

‘I think so.’ Using both hands, she smoothed her short fair hair and then ran them over her face, wanting to wipe away all traces of tears. ‘Just give me a minute, I’ll be all right.’ She stood, breathing deeply for a moment or two.

‘Thanks. I’m okay now.’

‘Are you sure?’

‘Yes,’ she nodded.

They moved into the room next to the chapel and stood together, sipping tea. A few people Cassie recognised came up and offered their condolences. Then a voice at her side made her turn, to see a bright little sparrow of a man, with greying hair and dark eyes, offering her his hand.

‘We have met, Cassie, but you may not remember me. It was a long time ago, when you were only a little girl. I’m Graham Walsh, your uncle’s solicitor. The accident was a terrible tragedy, for them both to be killed like that. I can’t tell you how sorry I am.’

‘Thank you, Mr Walsh. It’s been a terrible shock.’

‘I know, and I am sorry to intrude at a time like this, but could you come to my office before you return to Sydney?’

‘I’m sorry, but I’m booked on a flight back this afternoon. I won’t have time. Is it important?’

‘Well, yes, it is. Very important, actually…hmm…let me see.’ He looked at his watch. ‘There’s a small private room here. I’ll arrange to use that. I’ll come and get you in a minute. Is that all right?’

‘Yes, of course.’ Watching him go, Cassie frowned and turned to Rosie. ‘I wonder what he wants with me. Perhaps there’s some formality with the police. I suppose…in a road accident…’ Her voice trailed off.

‘Must be something like that, I guess. Sounds important, if he needs to see you alone.’

‘Yes, it does.’ Cassie was puzzled.

In a few moments, Graham Walsh returned and led Cassie to a small room. He ushered her to a seat, fussing over her. ‘Can I get you something, a cup of tea perhaps?’

‘No thank you.’ She gave him a wan smile. ‘What was it you wanted to see me about?’

‘There are matters we must discuss, now that Yallandoo is your responsibility,’ he told her, seating himself.

‘What do you mean?’ she asked, startled. ‘How can it be my responsibility?’

‘It’s in your Uncle Len’s will, Cassie,’ Graham Walsh explained. ‘Don’t you have any idea how he left his estate?’

She shook her head, frowning. ‘No. I haven’t thought about it.’ She paused. ‘To Aunt Isobel’s brothers I suppose, seeing he had no children. My father was his only other relative and he’s dead.’

‘No. Her brothers don’t feature in the will at all. There are a few bequests, but the bulk of his estate, including Yallandoo Station, goes to you.’

Cassie drew in a sharp breath. ‘To me? Surely not.’

‘Yes, Cassie, to you.’

‘But… but…why me? What am I going to do with a cattle station, way up here near Cairns? I live in Sydney.’ She moved restlessly on her chair. ‘Surely he couldn’t mean for me to try and run it? I couldn’t possibly. I wouldn’t know where to start.’

‘You’ve spent a lot of holidays up here, so you do know something about it, but I know you’re very young for such a responsibility. How old are you? Twenty-one?’

‘Twenty-three.’

‘Ah.’ He pursed his lips. ‘Any chance of marriage plans, then? Someone who could help you with running Yallandoo?’

‘No.’

He relaxed his professional manner for a moment. ‘A pretty girl like you, I’m surprised. I remember you sitting in my office with Len when you were a little girl, so cute, with your big green eyes and mop of blonde hair. Len told me then you’d be a beauty when you grew up and he was right.’ He sighed. ‘He thought the world of you, you know, you were like the daughter he never had.’ He shook his head. ‘Oh dear, it’s all so sad.’

Cassie blinked away the tears. ‘He was like a father to me after Dad died.’

The lawyer took a deep breath and reverted to formality. ‘Now, no prospects for marriage in the future then?’

Cassie frowned as she shook her head. ‘No.’ Normally she would respond fiercely to such chauvinism but today she let it pass.

‘What you must remember is that if it hadn’t been for the car accident that killed them both, this wouldn’t have happened for many years yet.’ He spoke gently. ‘It’s a measure of his love for you. You understand that, don’t you?’

Her chest tightened. Swallowing the lump in her throat she took a deep breath. ‘Yes.’

‘And,’ he spoke firmly now, ‘his belief that, being a Taylor, you’re capable of shouldering big loads.’

Cassie straightened her shoulders. Of course, the Taylors came from pioneering stock.

‘However, if you feel it’s too much for you, you can always sell. But you don’t have to make a decision right now. Probate is slow; it could take up to twelve months. Until then,
nothing will change. Len appointed me as executor of his estate and I’ll take care of everything for you.’

‘But what will happen to Yallandoo in the meantime?’

‘I’ve already spoken to Tom Hanson, the manager. He’ll stay on and everything will run the same as usual. Len regarded him as an excellent manager, capable and trustworthy. I don’t believe you need have any worries on that score.’

‘Yes, I know Uncle Len thought highly of Tom and Lorna. They’ve been on Yallandoo for as long as I can remember. And Rosie, their daughter, is my closest friend. I know they’re reliable.’ Standing, she moved to the window. Outside the sun still shone, its fiery kiss sending the holiday makers scurrying to cool off in the pools, but here, in this little room, Cassie was oblivious to it all.

She tried to think ahead. She couldn’t imagine strangers owning Yallandoo. She loved everything about it. The graceful old homestead, surrounded by lawns and trees, and the home paddock beyond. Its sprawling acres, with the spread of cattle that were Uncle Len’s passion. But best of all, the great green tangle of rainforest where she and Rosie roamed, and the rock pool, secluded and mystical, where they went to swim.

How could she bear never to see it again if she sold it? But how could she ever manage to run it? Although she had spent all her holidays there, she knew little about the actual workings of the place.

Turning back into the room, she spoke slowly. ‘It’s all such a shock. Coming right on top of losing them. I…I just don’t know what to think…what to do.’

‘Don’t worry about it now. It’s all been a big shock for you, give yourself time to get used to it. If you hadn’t been booked on the plane back to Sydney today, I would have waited longer to tell you, but I’ll take care of everything that needs to be done now. I’ll write to you and send you a copy of the will, and explain everything else you need to know. Are you still living with your mother in Sydney?’

‘Yes.’

‘Then I have your address. You’ll hear from me soon. Now, don’t worry. It’ll be all right. I’ll have a word with Tom on my way out and let him know what’s happening. I’ll be in touch soon. Now don’t worry,’ he repeated.

Graham Walsh held the door open for her and they returned to the room where tea and biscuits had been served after they left the chapel. The lawyer went to talk to Tom and his wife Lorna. Cassie started to go with him but she saw Rosie waiting for her and walked over to her instead.

‘Well, what did he want?’ her friend asked.

‘You’re never going to believe this. I can hardly believe it myself. Uncle Len left Yallandoo to me.’

‘To you?’ Rosie’s voice rose. She threw her arms around Cassie in a wild hug. ‘How wonderful! How abso-bloody-lutely fantastic!’

Cassie found her excitement catching and laughed as she returned the hug. ‘It’s just incredible; it never entered my head to imagine such a thing.’

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