The next day saw Luke suitably garbed in his western shirt, leaning—as nonchalantly as he knew how—against a five-bar gate, waiting.
Tom, Paddy and Andy were arguing about camera angles, the position of the sun and whether there were enough pigs in the shot. At least there had been no disagreement about him hiding the cast on his right arm behind him.
Luke was having his picture taken for his website. He wanted to tell his fans that he was retiring to the countryside. He’d wanted Andy to be in the picture as well, but wasn’t surprised when he’d flatly refused.
Andy had been worried about the publicity. “I don’t want coach-loads of your fans turning up wanting to rip your clothes off, or even their own.”
Luke had stifled a laugh. “No, we’ll make sure there’s nothing in the picture th
