‘Come to make her fortune?’
Rassie shook his head and poured himself another drink. ‘No, a white woman, from South West. She rode with a Nama guide.’
‘She was from across the border?’ Blake was mildly curious; women were scarce enough in this frontier town and this was news that could rival the relief of the siege of Mafikeng during the war.
Rassie took a sip. ‘Didn’t tell much, but asked plenty. Wanted to know where she could buy some horses. She was also asking around about cattle; she said a herd of hers had been stolen by the Nama and her theory was that they’d been brought across the border and sold here.’
Blake gave a half-smile. ‘I wonder where she got that idea?’
Rassie looked heavenwards. ‘The good Lord only knows.’
‘Even though the Nama don’t target German women she’s eithe
