Dumb at Heart
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Two hours later, standing at the local airport at Mundabucka with a suitcase in one hand and two cackling caged chooks in the other, Cass looked around her. Behind her was a rusted-in-parts, corrugated tin shack that served as arrival and departures for the overly optimistically named Mundabucka International Airport. In front of her was dry, red dirt as far as the eye could see. And the heat? Suffocating. Unlike Cairns it was a dry heat that sucked all the moisture out of a body. Cass felt the sweat dripping down between her breasts and clinging to the short floral sundress she was wearing.
She put both the suitcase and chooks on the ground and re-scraped her hair up into a haphazard bun on top of her head. “Frig, it’s hot.” Cass looked around her. Other than the squinty-eyed airport controller, who introduced himself as Phil, there was no one. She was supposed to be met by someone called Evan. Phil smiled when she told him this.
“Evan’s a creature of whim. He gets the call of the wild and takes off just like that.” He snapped his fingers.
Cass was impressed as not only was Phil missing two front teeth but also three fingers on his left hand and two on his right. He explained this as a ‘run-in with a pissed off wild pig.’
She looked down at the caged chickens. “Okay, so maybe this wasn’t a brilliant idea but it’s not my worst.” They cackled loudly. “Oh, shut up. I know what I’m doing—kinda.” Cass muttered under her breath and looked around her once more. There was loads of nothing for miles. “Where the hell is he?”
“Who?” came a voice from behind her.
Cass spun around in surprise. “Where did you come from?” She asked as she surveyed the tall, lanky man with broad shoulders that most men would kill for. She looked into the bluest eyes she had ever seen and saw only amusement. Men. Amusement. Not happening.
“You’d be the city chick here to work at McNally’s Hotel.”
City chick? “I’m Cass Kelly and undoubtedly you’d be the creature of whim, Phil was telling me about.”
The dark haired man smiled. “That’d be me.” Evan Bates at your service.” He looked down at the caged chooks. “You brought chooks.” That made his smile wider.
Cass picked up the cage. “You’re quick.”
Evan scratched his head. “You know, when Jo and Flo said you were bringing them I thought the old girls had lost their minds.”
“Do you have a problem with chickens?” They were her pets. She couldn’t leave them to fend for themselves when she went bush. They were like family. Sort of.
He shrugged. “Nope. We like chickens here—preferably deep fried.”
“You fry my chickens and I will fry your ass.”
Evan arched one eyebrow. “That could be fun.” His gaze then traveled down her body, lingering on her breasts, before moving down to her thong clad feet and back up to her eyes. “What’re their names?”
“How do you know I named them?” She had but that wasn’t the point. Do I look that obvious?
“You brought them all the way to the middle of nowhere. They have to be important to you.”
The chooks were quiet as they watched him. Cass squared her shoulders. “Mitzi and Bert.”
“Bert?”
“Yeah, what of it?”
“Bert is a boy’s name. This chook is a female,” he pointed out as he reached for her bag.
“So?” Cass knew her tone was defensive but she wasn’t in the mood to deal with a smart ass man.
Still smiling at her, he responded, “Nothing. So, one bag only?”
“I travel light.” She had left everything she owned at Lorelle’s place. Not that ‘everything’ was much. It was an old television, a purple cane chair, a sofa bed and an oversized panda she won at the Cairns show when she was twelve and was reluctant to get rid of.
“Most women travel with all sorts of crap.”
“I’m not most women.”
Again, he looked her up and down. “Nope, you’re different all right.”
Amarinda Jones
Amarinda Jones believes anything is possible and sometimes just asking for the impossible will surprise someone enough that they will give it to you. Writing is like that. Put it out there and wait for a response. There is always the possibility you may fall on your arse, but after all, that's what cellulite is for. Amarinda believes in taking chances, speaking her mind and aging disgracefully. Twenty years from now she plans on being the neighborhood witch that all the kids are scared of. But then, everyone has to have a hobby.
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Dumb at Heart - Amarinda Jones
Dumb at Heart
By Amarinda Jones
Published by Amarinda Jones at Smashwords
All Rights Reserved
Copyright 2014 Amarinda Jones
Smashwords Edition
Chapter One
You’re a fool.
Cass Kelly blew out a breath. Yeah, well, tell me something I don’t know.
She unlocked the passenger side door and pushed it open.
What you’re doing is crazy.
Probably.
So you’re just going to run off to the back of beyond to do what? Find yourself? Search for the meaning of life? Ponder man’s inhumanity to man?
All that, and probably get quite sunburnt.
Cass looked down into her handbag. The zipper was busted so it was easy to see the contents. Money? Check. Plane ticket? Scrunched, but visible. Directions to the back of beyond? Yep.
It’s plain crazy.
Cass grinned. Yeah, it was, but crazy worked for her. Look at me, Lorelle. Have I ever done anything sensible in all the time you have known me?
Well—nope.
Her friend sighed and reached out to tug on a lock of Cass’s red hair. Just be careful.
Of course I will.
I’m flying off in a tiny plane to a place I have never seen to work with people I don’t know, who live miles from civilization, where snakes and feral pigs will probably eat me alive, that is if I do not burn to a crisp under a sun that can rip your hide off. Careful? Pfft.
Lorelle shook her head. Uh-huh. I’m not sure who I should be more concerned for. You, or the population of Mundabucka.
It was one photo of Wade Moore in the Cairns Post, that had Cass Kelly packing her bags and heading for the airport. Lying, cheating swine.
Once she thought she had loved him. But that was before she saw him and her—Louise Samuels, heir to the Samuels yacht company—grinning mockingly up from the page of the newspaper. They had just gotten engaged. Funny thing was Cass had a vague thought, despite the three months dry spell in sex between them, she and Wade would one day announce their marriage. A not funny thing was Cass had realized too late that an heiress beat a receptionist hands down when it came to the marriage stakes. Cass knew Wade was ambitious but to get hooked up with a horsey faced dame with the inherited Samuels wart under her nose, that in no way could ever be called a beauty spot despite what was written in the article, she hadn’t seen coming. She also hadn’t seen coming the fact that she would get really drunk on hearing about said engagement and then sit at her computer tapping away at an online advertisement to be placed in the Cairns Post congratulating the—quote—small balled prick with penis length issues on his engagement to Flicka. If there is a God, may their kids look nothing like them. Eat dirt and die, yours sincerely, Mary Poppins.
On reflection it was probably a bad thing to do. Probably, but it felt good as was throwing herself at the first online job she saw after posting her tribute to Wade. But then, Cass wanted to get out of Cairns for a bit. While she loved the Far North Queensland tropical city, she knew she had to get out and clear her head and de-Wade-ify.
Two hours later, standing at the local airport at Mundabucka with a suitcase in one hand and two cackling caged chooks in the other, Cass looked around her. Behind her was a rusted-in-parts, corrugated tin shack that served as arrival and departures for the overly optimistically named Mundabucka International Airport. In front of her was dry, red dirt as far as the eye could see. And the heat? Suffocating. Unlike Cairns it was a dry heat that sucked all the moisture out of a body. Cass felt the sweat dripping down between her breasts and clinging to the short floral sundress she was wearing.
She put both the suitcase and chooks on the ground and re-scraped her hair up into a haphazard bun on top of her head. Frig, it’s hot.
Cass looked around her. Other than the squinty-eyed airport controller, who introduced himself as Phil, there was no one. She was supposed to be met by someone called Evan. Phil smiled when she told him this.
Evan’s a creature of whim. He gets the call of the wild and takes off just like that.
He snapped his fingers.
Cass was impressed as not only was Phil missing two front teeth but also three fingers on his left hand and two on his right. He explained this as a ‘run-in with a pissed off wild pig.’
She looked down at the caged chickens. Okay, so maybe this wasn’t a brilliant idea but it’s not my worst.
They cackled loudly. Oh, shut up. I know what I’m doing—kinda.
Cass muttered under her breath and looked around her once more. There was loads of nothing for miles. Where the hell is he?
Who?
came a voice from behind her.
Cass spun around in surprise. Where did you come from?
She asked as she surveyed the tall, lanky man with broad shoulders that most men would kill for. She looked into the bluest eyes she had ever seen and saw only amusement. Men. Amusement. Not happening.
You’d be the city chick here to work at McNally’s Hotel.
City chick? I’m Cass Kelly and undoubtedly you’d be the creature of whim, Phil was telling me about.
The dark haired man smiled. That’d be me.
Evan Bates at your service. He looked down at the caged chooks.
You brought chooks." That made his smile wider.
Cass picked up the cage. You’re quick.
Evan scratched his head. You know, when Jo and Flo said you were bringing them I thought the old girls had lost their minds.
Do you have a problem with chickens?
They were her pets. She couldn’t leave them to fend for themselves when she went bush. They were like family. Sort of.
He shrugged. Nope. We like chickens here—preferably deep fried.
You fry my chickens and I will fry your ass.
Evan arched one eyebrow. That could be fun.
His gaze then traveled down her body, lingering on her breasts, before moving down to her thong clad feet and back up to her eyes. What’re their names?
How do you know I named them?
She had but that wasn’t the point. Do I look that obvious?
You brought them all the way to the middle of nowhere. They have to be important to you.
The chooks were quiet as they watched him. Cass squared her shoulders. Mitzi and Bert.
Bert?
Yeah, what of it?
Bert is a boy’s name. This chook is a female,
he pointed out as he reached for her bag.
So?
Cass knew her tone was defensive but she wasn’t in the mood to deal with a smart ass man.
Still smiling at her, he responded, Nothing. So, one bag only?
I travel light.
She had left everything she owned at Lorelle’s place. Not that ‘everything’ was much. It was an old television, a purple cane chair, a sofa bed and an oversized panda she won at the Cairns show when she was twelve and was reluctant to get rid of.
Most women travel with all sorts of crap.
I’m not most women.
Again, he looked her up and down. Nope, you’re different all right.
She wanted to ask what he meant by that but decided against it.