But then, like he always managed to do, he slithered his way into her mind. Did he really mean what he said? About coming to Australia? She tried to imagine him, tailored suits and pale skin literally shoveling shit, sun beating down on them. Although Fall was coming, farm life continued. It may be nice to have someone to help, despite things going just as easily for her in the winter as the summer. She would simply vanish the snow, if they got any. And it was easier to keep the animals herded and together. 