TIME FLIES
Jul 21, 2021
2 minutes
WORDS AND PHOTOGRAPHY EMMA MOSS
MY FIRST MUSTER was in a paddock called West Freeneys: two choppers in the air, six horses, and a bike. It was by far the biggest muster I’d ever seen. By ‘northern’ standards, it would be considered an average-to-small muster, but coming from 40 hectares, as I was, it was nothing but shock after shock.
We saddled up that morning, put the horses on the
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