"Sweet…" the older kids whistled.
"Rosie, Rosie, we want to go see!" the younger kids exclaimed.
"Stay put!" I said. "Mr. McAllister will be really mad if I let my students harass his guests."
My entourage of silent male observers melted into the dust as all went to investigate something more interesting than me. Ohthankgod! How glad I was to be rid of the all single jackaroos who outnumbered the jills six-to-one! The kids sulked, for once not happy to be performing their showy horseback riding lessons which made them the envy of every rider on the station. Horsemanship was about discipline, and I'd be darned if I taught them it was okay to dump their horses to go chase after a whim!
Sometime later, a bark in the distance interrupted my teaching Jennifer to perfect Bumblebee's piaffe.
