CHAPTER 8"So what are you going to do with your bit of the farm when your family sells the flat land to developers?" Clive Windley sat on a rock and sipped beer from a can. It was mid-morning and the pair were repairing a tumbled down fence along a hill summit. If sheep got through they could fall into quite a steep ravine below. "It will hardly be economic with the best part of the farm gone."
Ryan shrugged as he put his empty can down and waved away the offer of a second one. "To tell you the truth, I've no idea. I'll just wait and see what happens."
"Your mother's okay but that sister of yours is a bit of a greedy witch and your stepfather …" Clive shrugged. "Not that it's my business."
"I know but in some ways I am lucky to have control over my part of the farm. They can do what the
