Heart of The Tree

Chapter 32

Vince was apprehensive. He reached over and took hold of Matt’s hand for reassurance. It was two days before the wedding, but, at the moment, he was worried about the bucks night that was about to begin.

The previous two weeks had disappeared so fast that Vince almost suspected a time warp. Between university exams and wedding preparations, he and Matt had been run off their feet. The night of his birthday still brought a smile to his face, but everything else was a blur.

Warren started his four-wheel drive. “Remember, guys, I’m driving, so you can drink as much as you like. In fact, I think you’re obligated to get drunk tonight. If you don’t get drunk on your own, we’ll have to take steps to make sure you do.”

Vince could see Warren’s grin in the rearview mirror. He didn’t think it looked pleasant.

“You’re not going to do something stupid, are you? I heard about the plan to send me to Sydney.”

Warren chuckled while he drove down to the main road into Mourton. “Okay, that one may’ve been over the top, but I was extremely pissed off with you at the time. That was when you were missing and Mum and Dad were stressing out. Rhys talked me out of killing you and convinced me to go for a sub-lethal way of paying you back.” He paused. “I think you would’ve enjoyed it. The plan was to strip you down to your underwear, tie you up, and send you on a one-way train trip to Sydney. I was going to get my boss, Brett, to collect you from the train station and take you around — still in your underwear — to most of the gay nightclubs. Brett thought you would’ve been really popular. He’d have sent you back the next day, just in time for the wedding. He and his boyfriend, Sean, were disappointed when the idea was called off.”

Shane glanced back from the front passenger seat. “Don’t worry, Vince. Mia and I have vetoed most of those sorts of plans.”

“Most?” Matt asked. He gave Vince a nervous look.

Shane and Warren grinned at each other.

“Don’t worry. In all seriousness, I’m really happy that you two are getting married, and I promise you that I’ll do everything I can to make sure you’re both there on Thursday. I was surprised and honoured when you asked me to be in the wedding party and I feel that puts an obligation on me to do the right thing.” Warren smirked. “Other than that, I’m not making any promises.”

“I’m looking forward to the party. We just have to pick up Karen and then we’re off to The Nacho Nirvana for a night of food and frivolity,” Shane said.

Shane was even more cheerful than normal, though Vince suspected that was due more to picking up Karen than to the party. Warren had brought her back to Mourton the previous Friday. Like the other students, Karen had time off from her course, and Warren had taken the week after Easter off so he could be there for the wedding.

A number of the students from Dubbo were billeted with the Mourton locals, with the rest staying at the caravan park. Matt’s family was at The Cricketer’s Arms, though Matt was staying with Vince. Matt had been told that he’d be staying with his parents on the night before the wedding.

Matt leant over to whisper in Vince’s ear. “If they start to go too far, we’ll make a break for it and meet up under The Tree.”

Vince nodded. He trusted Warren when he said he’d make sure that they’d be at the wedding, and Vince knew that their mum would kill Warren if there was anything that would stop the day from being perfect. Vince was confident that that meant he would be safe from having his hair shaved or dyed, or having any sort of visible markings, but he knew there was still plenty of scope for mayhem.

“Changing the subject, what happened to your ute, Vince?” Warren asked.

“What do you mean?”

“Where is it?”

Vince grinned. He suspected Warren wanted to prepare some surprises for the newlyweds, but he and Matt had planned ahead. “Already somewhere safe for our getaway on Thursday night.”

“Why the ute and not Matt’s car?”

“We decided the ute’s better for a long trip.” Matt gave Vince a wink, unseen by the guys in the front seat.

“Are you able to say where you’re going? You’ve been very tight-lipped about it.” Warren flicked them a glance via the rearview mirror.

Vince shook his head. “Sorry, no. We want to keep it a secret. Neither one of us would put it past Rhys to decide — on the spur of the moment, of course — to come and visit us, and we want it to be just the two of us.”

“You can tell us, though. We won’t say anything, will we Shane?”

Shane smiled. “I’m on their side with this one. Tonight is different, but they deserve to have their honeymoon the way they want it.”

“Thanks, Shane.”

“You’re welcome, Mattie.”

“Since you’re going to be spoilsports, I suppose we could talk about tonight’s activities,” Warren said. He looked at Shane. “You organised the plaster and candle wax, didn’t you?”

Shane giggled. “And the cow dung. That was the easiest thing to get, though Mia’s dad wasn’t too happy about having it in the restaurant, so we’ll have to use it outside.”

“What are you talking about?” Vince’s eyes had gone wide.

“Nothing.” Warren smirked.

“Bendy’s organised the strippers and the video cam and Rhys says the police cell has been booked,” Shane said to Warren.

Vince smiled in relief. “You’re both full of it. Mia’s already told us that there won’t be strippers.”

Shane twisted around to look back at Matt and Vince. “What makes you think Mia knows anything about it?”

* * *

“We’ll wait another hour before we go in, Susie,” John Young said as he watched the restaurant across the street.

“Why? They’ve just pulled up, so we can go in now.”

“Because two people having dinner doesn’t take as long as a large group. Someone might get suspicious if we’re hanging around well after we’ve finished our meal.” John glanced at his niece. “You’ve got the camcorder?”

Susie patted the bag next to her. “Yep, and I made sure the battery is fully charged. If they do anything illegal, I’ll be ready to catch it.” She snarled. “I’m going to get them.”

“Steady, Susie. You’ve waited this long. We don’t want to ruin it by rushing at the end. Don’t forget that if we don’t catch them tonight, we’ve also got plans to stop them on Thursday. One way or another, they’ll regret what they did to you.”

Susie’s smile wasn’t pleasant. She had been waiting a long time to avenge the way Matt and Vince had treated her on the morning they found her in Matt’s tent. She had found a willing ally in her uncle after she’d given him an embellished version of that event. “They’ll pay…”

* * *

About half of the guests were already there when Matt and Vince entered the private room at The Nacho Nirvana. A long table dominated the room, a bar was set up at one end, and music was coming from a sound system in a corner.

“At last! We were wondering if you had decided to skip town on us.”

“G’day, Brendan. You can blame Shane. He took too long to get ready.”

“Don’t listen to him, Bendy. I took just the right amount of time.” Shane grinned. “Bendy, Wayne, this is Karen. Karen, this is Brendan and that’s Wayne.

“G’day, Karen,” Wayne said as he shook her hand.

Brendan smiled. “I’m glad to finally meet you, Karen. Shane’s told us a lot about you.”

“Thanks, Brendan.” Karen looked askance at Shane. “What sort of things?”

“Only good stuff. I’m really impressed. Did you really get a perfect score on your HSC?”

Karen raised her eyebrows. “Shane? What have you been saying?”

Shane shrugged. “I might’ve exaggerated a teensy little bit, but not by much.”

Karen grinned. “If that is your usual teensy little bit, I’ve got a lot misconceptions to correct.”

Shane grabbed her hand. “Come on, there are some other people I want to introduce you to.”

Matt and Vince chuckled as Shane led Karen away.

“That was quick, even for Shane. He’s really besotted, isn’t he?” Wayne asked.

“Yep. I really hope things work out, because I don’t think I’ve seen him happier,” Matt said.

Vince saw Rhys and Bobby approaching, along with Alex, Jamie, Kevin Inkermann and Scott Dooley. His surprise at seeing Kevin and Scott, since they hadn’t been invited, distracted him from the incongruous fact that Bobby was carrying his cricket bag. Vince only noticed it as he and Matt were surrounded.

“Speaking of things working out, it’s time to take some precautions,” Rhys said loudly. “Everyone?”

Vince found himself being grabbed by Rhys, Kevin, Scott and Warren, while Alex, Jamie, Brendan and Wayne grabbed Matt and wrestled him to the floor. Bobby put his bag down and knelt to open it.

“Rhys! What do you think you’re doing?”

“Don’t worry, Mia. It’s nothing, really.” Rhys grinned at Matt and Vince. “We’re just making sure that things will go as planned on Thursday.”

“Rhys, I thought I told you that we’re just having a good time, with dinner and drinks.” Mia tried to push her way through, but none of the guys budged

“We will — we just want to make sure that happens. Bobby, are you ready?”

“Ready.”

“We all know, Mia, that Matt’s had problems making a commitment, so we don’t want him running off at the last minute.” Rhys nodded to where Bobby had lifted a pair of leg irons out of his cricket bag. “We’re going to make sure he doesn’t have a chance.”

Mia stared. “Where did you get those things?”

Bobby answered while he put the leg irons on Matt. “The cricket club. They use them at all the bucks nights for club members. I asked, and they let me have them for tonight.”

“I trusted you, Bobby…”

“It’s harmless fun, Mia. They aren’t going to hurt him.” Bobby stood up. “There, that’s Matt done.” He grinned at Vince. “You’re next.”

“Wh…what are you going to do?”

Rhys chuckled. “We discussed that for a long time. Another pair of manacles would’ve been nice, to stop you running away again, but we couldn’t find another pair. Instead, we decided we needed to convince you that staying with Matt is your best option.” He paused while Bobby reached into his bag again. “You spent so much time in the closet that we want to make sure you don’t go back into it. Warren volunteered to bring the appropriate gear from Sydney. He told me I didn’t want to know where he got it from.”

Vince stiffened as his imagination ran wild. “You don’t have to worry — I’m sticking with Matt.”

Rhys continued as if he hadn’t heard Vince. “Closets are dark places, so you’re going to spend the rest of the night in the dark to make sure you appreciate how much nicer it is to be out in the open.”

Bobby brought out a leather hood that had openings for the mouth and nose, but no eye slits. There was a strap around the bottom to fasten it firmly around Vince’s neck.

Vince didn’t struggle too much as the hood was slipped over his head. If it bothered him, he thought he’d just ask Matt to remove it. It was after the hood was in place that he heard a snick.

“Okay, the padlock’s on,” Vince heard Bobby say.

“Good! Then let the party begin!” Rhys said. “Matt, you’d better lead Vince to the table, because otherwise he’s going to run into things.”

“Don’t worry, Vince,” Bobby whispered. “I’m keeping the key and there are also bolt cutters in my bag if the key gets lost, so if it gets uncomfortable, just let me know.”

Vince felt a bit better. If Rhys had had the key, he would’ve worried more. “Thanks, Bobby.”

“Rhys, I’m putting you on notice. You’d better never get married, because if you do, you’re going to be in big trouble on your bucks night.”

Rhys laughed. “Why, Mia, I didn’t think you were so vindictive.”

“It’s time Scott and I got back to work behind the bar,” Kevin said. “Matt, Vince, what would you like to drink?”

“I’ll have beer — whatever you’ve got,” Matt said.

“Sorry, Matt, but no beer tonight. At least not for a while,” Rhys said.

“No beer?”

“Nope. Since it’s your bucks night, the only drinks available are cocktails. You’ve got two choices to start with, both themed for your upcoming honeymoon: Sex on the Beach, or an Orgasm.”

* * *

“I’m concerned.”

Ken Lo Chou looked up from the griller. “What is it, Alisha?”

“Councillor Young is here with his niece, and while I find him unpleasant at the best of times, the fact that he’s here tonight, while the party is on, is making me suspicious. I think he’s going to try to do something to mess things up for the boys.”

“We can’t have that. I think it behooves me to make a special effort for our esteemed councillor. The orders from his table take top priority, and I’ll make them myself.” Ken smiled. “I’ve always wanted to try fast food and now’s my chance. They’ll be finished so quickly that they won’t get a chance to try anything.”

“We can’t make them eat fast.”

“True. Let’s see…what can we do?” He glanced across the kitchen and beckoned to his son.

“Yeah, Dad?”

“Paul, I’ve got a special mission for you tonight.”

Paul was puzzled. “What is it?”

“Out in the dining room we have the noble councillor, John Young, and his beautiful niece. You’re going to be their private waiter for the evening.”

“Ah, Dad, do I have to? I’ve heard he’s been trying to get The Tree cut down, so I’d rather throw things at him than serve him.”

“Ken, what are you trying to do?”

“Quiet, Alisha, please. Let me explain.” Ken smiled at Paul. “While I appreciate your sentiments, that’s likely to get us closed down. No, this is going to be more challenging. I want you to be your usual obnoxious self, and spend the evening trying to charm the young lady.”

Paul frowned. “Just a sec.” He went over to the kitchen door and peered out for a moment. He returned, grinning. “Yeah, I can do that. How do you want me to play it? Can I invite her back to my room for the night?”

“Paul!” Alisha was horrified.

Ken chuckled. “No, son. I wouldn’t demand that level of sacrifice. You have to make sure they get no chance to interfere with the party, and try to get them out of here as quick as possible. Just don’t do anything that’ll require me to bail you out of jail, okay?”

“I’m not happy, Ken. Paul’s too young to be asking him to do this. He’s only just turned fifteen!”

“Don’t worry, Mum. I know what to do.” Paul winked. “This should be fun.” He looked thoughtful. “I hope they order the red wine. Her dress didn’t look like the sort that would hide a wine stain very well.”

“Paul!”

“Ahhh, Mum, I’m allowed to dream, aren’t I?”

* * *

Warren grinned as he watched his younger brother trying to eat a taco. They had ordered a large platter and then placed it at one end of the table — the end furthest from where Matt and Vince had been sitting. By the time Matt had shuffled his way to where the food was located, leading Vince, most of the tacos had already been taken by the guests.

“Warren, can I have a word?”

Warren took in Ken’s concerned expression. “Sure, Mr. Chou. Is there a problem? Are we being too noisy?”

Ken smiled. “No. Well, yes, you’re being noisy, but that’s fine. There’s only one guest who’s complained, and I couldn’t care less what he thinks.”

“I don’t want you to get into trouble. I can try to get them to quieten down.”

Ken waved a hand to dismiss the suggestion. “Don’t bother. But it is that guest that I want to talk to you about.” Ken looked around and then lowered his voice. “Councillor John Young is out in the dining room with his niece. Alisha and I think he’s here to try to get something on the two boys. What we want to do is to lock the door from the main room so he can’t sneak in here. You’ll just need to unlock it each time someone wants to go out.”

“That’s easily done. There are a few of us who are the designated drivers, so we can take turns to man the door.”

“Thanks, Warren. It could be that we’re being paranoid, but none of us want Matt and Vince’s night disrupted.” Ken reached into his pocket. “Here’s the key. If you lock it from the inside, anyone trying to get in will cause a racket. If it’s important, you can also use the door through to the kitchen, but I would prefer it if you didn’t.”

“No problems, Mr. Chou. I’ll get things organised now.”

* * *

“It doesn’t look like they’re going to show themselves, so how about we try to get in there on our way out?” John Young suggested.

Susie nodded. “I’ll get the camera ready and you open the door.”

John paid the bill and rose to his feet. He glanced around to make sure none of the serving staff were nearby and then headed towards the door to the private function room. He turned the handle but the door didn’t budge. He tried again.

“Excuse me, sir, but there’s a private function going on in there. I’m afraid you can’t go in.”

John looked around to see the annoying teenager who had been their server. Rather than try to explain himself, John just grunted and left. As soon as they were outside, he turned to see his niece quietly fuming.

“Don’t worry, Susie. We’ll get them on Thursday. They think they’re going to be having a wedding, but we both know that they’re not.”

* * *

“There we are, Vince. Is that better?”

Vince blinked at the bright lights and then rubbed his eyes. “Yeah, thanks, Bobby. It’s nice to be able to see again.”

Mia stepped forward. “I’ll say again that the hood and the shackles were not my idea. I just wanted a nice dinner.” She stopped. “I’d lean forward to give you a kiss goodbye, but you’ve got food all down your shirt.”

Vince glanced down. “It’s not my fault.”

Mia chuckled. “I know, but I have to admit it was funny watching you try to eat.”

Vince grabbed her and gave her a hug. He kissed her on the lips. “Thanks for the night, Mia. Despite not being able to see it, I had fun.”

Mia pushed him away. “Look at what you’ve done to my dress! I hope it doesn’t stain, or you’re in trouble, mister.”

Vince chuckled. “Don’t blame me. You’re the one who said it was funny.”

Matt staggered forward. “Thanks for organising the night, Mia. As Vince said, it was fun.”

“You look like you still have those things on your legs.” Mia giggled before giving Matt a kiss on the cheek. “You’re going to sleep well tonight.”

Matt grinned. “Yeah, but I’m not looking forward to the hangover tomorrow. I know I’m drunk, but I’m too drunk to care.”

Mia frowned and glanced across at Warren.

“Don’t worry, Mia. I’ll make sure they get home safe and sound.”

Twenty minutes later, Warren was driving while Matt and Vince were collapsed together on the back seat of Warren’s vehicle. Shane had decided to walk Karen home, and had told them he’d catch a taxi back to the farm.

“I have to admit that I’m relieved the night went so well,” Vince whispered to Matt. “I had been afraid that it was going to be a lot worse than that.”

“Yeah, I know. The leg irons and the mask were pretty tame.” Matt chuckled. “The way they made me walk to get anything was funny, at least now. Everyone had a good time.”

Vince rested his head on Matt’s shoulder. “Two days to go. I’m still having trouble believing it.”

“Once it’s over, things will get back to normal.”

Vince grinned. “I’m looking forward to our time alone. There are a few things from that book I want to try.” He was about to continue when he realised something was wrong. “Hey, Warren, this isn’t the way home!”

Warren chuckled. “I said I’d get you home. I never said I’d take you straight home. There are a few more activities planned for tonight.”

“What do you mean?”

“You’ll see.”

Vince looked across at Matt. Matt frowned as he stared at the back of Warren’s head.

“We’ll look for a chance to jump out,” Matt whispered. “If he has to stop, get out as quickly as you can.”

Vince nodded and the two guys kept watch. When a semitrailer forced Warren to stop at an intersection, the boys made their move. Vince slipped off his seat belt and tried to open the door. It didn’t open. He started pulling on the handle, thinking that the door was jammed, but nothing happened. He glanced over to see Matt having the same problem.

Warren laughed. “I put the child locks on before we left the restaurant. I had a suspicion you might try to run — you’ve got form in that respect, Vince.” Warren started the vehicle moving again. “How about you both put your seat belts back on? I’d hate for you to get hurt.”

Knowing he was beaten, and being too drunk to think of any other option, Vince refastened his seat belt. After a few minutes of checking for landmarks, he thought he knew where they were headed.

“Are you taking us to Bobby’s uncle’s farm?”

“Well done. Yep, there’s a little reception party being organised for you there. I’ve been taking the long way to give the others a chance to get there first.”

“Who are the others?” Matt asked.

“We weren’t sure who could be trusted to keep it a secret, so it’s not that many. It’s why Mark isn’t going to be there. Rhys was concerned that Mia has him wrapped around her little finger and he’d spill the beans. The same with Shane. I almost choked when he made his comment about Mia not knowing what was planned. He was only trying to get you worried — I don’t think he realised it was the truth.” Warren grinned as he glanced at them in the rearview mirror. “This surprise is also the reason we had more designated drivers tonight than we needed. I’m surprised you didn’t question that, Vince.”

“I wasn’t really in a position to see who was drinking and who wasn’t.” Vince rolled his eyes.

“Oh, yeah. Anyway, Rhys is driving Brendan, Wayne and two of Matt’s friends whose names escape me. Bobby is bringing Jamie and Alex and Todd.”

“Todd? What about Fee?” Matt asked.

Vince had originally intended to get to know Fee’s non-boyfriend at the party, but the hood had made that impossible. He had met him over the weekend, but had been too busy to say much more than hello.

“Fee said that while she thought this was a good idea, she didn’t want to be involved.” Warren chuckled “She also told Todd that he had to be careful as he might be on the receiving end one day.”

“The same goes for you, brother,” Vince said.

Warren laughed. “I know, and when that happens I’ll put up with all the indignities that result, but for now, it’s your turn.”

There was a reception party ready when they pulled up outside what Vince remembered was the stable complex. He undid his seat belt and then caught Matt giving him a wink. Vince wasn’t sure what it was for, but he got himself ready to follow Matt’s lead.

“Here they are, guys. They tried to make a run for it on the way, so be ready,” Warren said as he clambered out.

Matt had taken off his seat belt. When Warren’s door closed, Matt quickly leant over and flicked the driver’s door lock, sealing them in.

“There. Now we just have to wait them out,” Matt said.

His smile didn’t last as Warren held up his central locking remote control and pushed the button. Matt reached out, but the rear doors were opened before he could lock them again.

“Nice try, Matt, but you must be really drunk if you’d forgotten I could unlock the car from outside,” Warren said.

Matt shrugged and gave Vince a sheepish grin. “Sorry — I’m not thinking straight.”

“Of course not, Matt. You’re supposed to be thinking gay.” Brendan chuckled. “But don’t worry, we’re here to help you.”

Vince let himself be dragged out. There was no point in fighting and there was no chance to run.

“I’m surprised you’re involved, Brendan. I didn’t think you’d go along with something like this.” Matt’s tone was conversational, as if he didn’t really care.

“Rhys did a good job of recruiting me. He pointed out that since Mia and Shane weren’t organising anything, it was up to the other two groomsmen to fill in.” Brendan glanced over at Wayne, who nodded his head.

“And if it makes you feel better, you’ll get your chance at payback,” Brendan continued. “Wayne and I have decided we’re going to have an illegal wedding, too. We just haven’t worked out when.”

Matt chuckled as he let himself be manhandled towards the stables. “Whatever happened to commitment ceremonies?”

“Rhys.” Brendan said. He grinned at the person in question. “I think we need to make him an honorary member of the club — I like the way he thinks.”

“As long as it’s only honorary,” Rhys said. “I don’t think I’d qualify, otherwise.”

Rhys rubbed his hands. “Now to business.” He smiled at Matt and Vince. “You hopefully learnt your lessons earlier in the night, so now we’re going to make sure you two remain perfect for each other. We’ve decided to give both of you a full beauty treatment.”

Vince stiffened and glared at Warren. “Mum will kill you if you try to cut off our hair!”

“Don’t worry. I won’t let that happen,” Warren said. He gave Vince an evil grin. “We only have your best interests at heart.”

Vince didn’t believe him, but with his arms being held by Bobby and Alex, he didn’t have a lot of options.

“Now, you can’t have a beauty treatment with your clothes on. Matt’s friends all voted for you to have your treatment naked, but since half of us don’t really want to see that, you’re allowed to keep you underwear on. I hope for all our sakes you’re wearing some,” Rhys said.

“You’ve got two choices, Matt.” Brendan leered. “You can strip, or you can let us do it for you.”

Matt and Vince exchanged glances. “We’ll strip,” Matt said.

A couple of minutes later, the two were down to their boxers. They shivered, though the night air was cool rather than cold. Bobby took their clothes and put them on a shelf.

Rhys pulled out a piece of paper. “Right. Number one on the list is a mud bath.” He winked. “At least that’s what’s on the list for girls. We decided that since you’re guys, and both farmer types, a manure bath would be more appropriate.” He looked over where the others were pulling on long rubber gloves. “Ready?”

“Ready!” they chorused.

“I’ve been told cow manure is good for making things grow, so make sure you get plenty of shit down their shorts. We want their wedding night to be especially enjoyable,” Rhys said.

Vince struggled a bit when Jamie and Alex started shoving manure into his underwear, but it wasn’t long before he and Matt were covered from head to toe. Vince had some satisfaction in seeing some of the manure splatter onto the others, but none of them seemed to mind.

Rhys checked his list. “Next…”

* * *

Tony Aster and Trevor Sterling were waiting outside the farmhouse when Warren pulled up. The two men stepped forward.

“We thought we’d see the damage before our wives,” Trevor said to Warren. “Glenda was concerned when Shane was home before you.”

Warren grinned sheepishly. “Sorry about that, but it was supposed to be a surprise and we didn’t want to give Vince and Matt a chance to get away.”

“At least you had your phone on so we could call you. Glenda and your mum have promised dire consequences if the two boys aren’t looking their best on Thursday.” Tony’s eyes went wide as Matt and Vince appeared. “What in heaven’s name…?”

Warren chuckled. “One of Matt’s friends thinks he’s a bit of an artist and brought along some body paints. The two guys were really good — I think they’d given up resisting by that stage.”

“The bath in a freezing cold sheep dip did me in,” Vince said. He gave Warren a wry smile. “Though I suppose it could’ve been a lot worse. Remember that for when it’s your turn.”

The two guys were decorated from their shoulders down. It was mainly an abstract design, though while they stood next to each other, Tony could see the outline of a love heart that spanned both bodies.

“I hope it washes off, or we’re going to have two angry women tomorrow.” Tony glanced at his watch. “Make that later today.”

“It’s all water soluble,” Warren said. He grinned at Vince. “At least that’s what I was told. I think you two should go inside and get warm. I’ll bring in your clothes.”

Trevor wrinkled his nose. “You two need a shower for another reason, too. Were you rolling in cow pats?”

Matt gave his father a smile. “Something like that.” He turned to Vince. “Come on. Time to get cleaned up.”

Tony watched as, hand-in-hand, Matt and Vince headed inside.

“I think they’ll do well,” Trevor said quietly. “Someone else does, too. That body art was made for them to be together.”

“Yeah. Whoever did that painting did a great job. Now we just have to deal with Glenda and Kirstie. I’m not sure they’ll be impressed.”

Trevor chuckled. “They’ll get over it. As long as the wedding goes ahead as planned, they’ll forgive anything.”

* * *

“Mum, stop it!”

Kirstie paused for a moment and then resumed adjusting Vince’s jacket. “After today, you can look after yourself, but today is going to go perfectly, and I won’t have you looking like you’ve just come in from the paddocks.”

Tony stuck a finger in his shirt collar and tried to stretch it. “What’s wrong with the paddocks? We’re farmers!”

Warren chuckled. He was the only one who looked comfortable in a suit. “Just be glad you don’t have to wear a shirt and tie to work every day like I do. I’m used to it, but I hate ironing, and there’s nothing that’s more obvious than a shirt that’s not ironed.”

“You guys don’t know how easy you have it,” Mia said. “I’ve been up since seven getting ready for today, including an hour at the hairdresser.”

Vince grinned. “And you’re looking fantastic.” He glanced over Mia’s Chinese-inspired outfit — a red silk tunic with embroidered dragons, and a pair of black slacks. Her normally cascading jet black hair had been done up in a series of layered bundles. She was still clearly Mia, but it was a Mia that Vince had never seen before.

Kirstie grabbed Vince’s arm and pulled him around to face her. “You’ve just got your lapel to go, so stand still while I fix it up.”

“I’ll do mine, Mum,” Warren said as he picked up the red carnation he’d collected from the florist earlier that day.

Kirstie ignored Warren as she positioned a red rose bud in Vince’s suit lapel. She stepped back and swept a critical eye over her son. “Okay, I think you’re ready. Don’t mess it up, or you’ll find me stopping the wedding so I can yell at you.” She smiled to show she wasn’t serious.

Warren glanced at his watch. “We’ve got thirty minutes, so let’s get going.”

“Don’t get your shoes dirty!”

“Yes, Mum,” Vince said. He glanced at Warren and rolled his eyes. Warren grinned back.

They stepped outside, where Alex was waiting by a sparkling clean Holden VZ Commodore SS. Cindy’s father had lent it to them for the occasion, though Bobby had been unhappy when Cindy told him that he wasn’t allowed to drive it since he was still a probationary driver. Since Alex had a full license, he had volunteered to be the chauffeur for the day.

“Time to go?” Alex asked as he pulled out the keys.

“Yep. It’s time for the condemned man to face the music,” Warren said.

Alex grinned and opened the back door. “Vince, Mia? You take the back and Warren can sit with me in the front.”

“We’ll be waiting for you at The Tree,” Tony said as he ushered Kirstie towards his car.

* * *

Senior Sergeant Ernest Dresden looked up from his desk. “Yes?”

“Councillor John Young is here to see you, sir.”

“Send him in, Dean. I’ve been half expecting him.”

Ernest would have preferred to be out by The Tree, both to watch the ceremony and to make sure that nothing went wrong, but his instincts and a discreet warning he had received kept him at his desk. It was easier to manage things from a central location.

Ernest stood up as his visitor entered the office. “G’day, Councillor Young. How can I help you?” The councillor’s niece followed him in.

John Young scowled. “I’d like you to do your job.”

“Pardon me?”

“I said, I’d like you to do your job. There’s an illegal activity going on in the park today, and no one seems to be stopping it. I want, no, demand that you do your job and stop them.”

“I’m sorry, but I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Ernest replied, though he had a good idea. It was what he had been warned about and the reason he had stayed at his desk, rather than letting a junior staff member deal with the councillor.

“Don’t play stupid. There’s an illegal wedding taking place and it’s your duty as an officer of the law to stop it. If you refuse, I’ll be complaining about your behaviour all the way up to the police commissioner if I have to.”

Ernest nodded at the confirmation of his suspicions. “I know what you’re talking about, but I didn’t realise it was illegal. Do you know what law is being broken?”

John drew a piece of paper out of the inner pocket of his jacket and slammed it onto the desk. “Here. I thought you might try to play dumb, so I had Ian Fitzgerald give me the details. The Marriage Act was amended just before the last federal election to make it quite clear that a marriage is between a man and a woman only. That makes what they’re doing illegal — a fact that they don’t even bother to hide. They’ve been calling it an illegal wedding all week!”

Ernest sighed and retrieved his cap from the hat stand. “In that case, I’d better get going.” He picked up the legal advice. “Can I have a copy of this? I may need it.”

“Certainly, but I intend to go with you to make sure you stop this mockery.”

Ernest stepped to the entrance of his office. “Chris, can you make a photocopy of this, please?” He turned back to John Young. “As soon as the copy is made, we can be on our way.”

* * *

Rhys grinned as he glanced around the park. He estimated that more than a hundred people were there — many of them young — and the overall mood was positive. A handful of protestors lead by Felicity Neilson stood at one edge of the crowd, but they seemed to sense that they weren’t welcome, and weren’t making a lot of noise.

A rustle of excitement ran through the crowd as Matt and Vince left The Cricketer’s Arms, followed by Mia and Shane, Warren and Brendan, and then the parents. Matt and Vince had decided that they wanted to approach The Tree together, rather than having one of them waiting for the other to arrive.

“About time! They’re ten minutes late,” Rhys overheard.

“Being late seems to be traditional for all weddings, even this one,” Rhys said

“It’s one of those occasions when the clock isn’t really that important,” Bobby said. He smiled at Cindy. “Isn’t that right?”

“Exactly, though it’s usually the bride who keeps everyone waiting,” Cindy said. “This marriage has me confused. I keep trying to assign bride and groom roles to the two guys, and it doesn’t work.” She slipped an arm around Bobby’s waist. “Regardless, they’re going to be spending the rest of their lives together. They’re allowed to be a bit late starting.”

“Yeah, though Vince is usually pretty good about time,” Mark said.

Padma smiled. “I’d hazard a guess that it was more due to their mothers wanting them to look perfect before they stepped out.”

“They certainly succeeded, then,” Rhys said.

The two guys were in matching grey suits, with the main difference being the roses in their lapels. Vince had a red rosebud while Matt had a yellow one. Shane, Warren and Brendan were wearing similar suits, though of a darker shade, and with carnations instead of rosebuds. Mia’s black and red outfit provided a splash of colour that lightened the whole group.

A space had been left clear for the wedding party to advance down to where Reverend Cloister was waiting, just underneath the edge of The Tree. As Matt and Vince strolled forward, they were delayed by well-wishers reaching out to congratulate them. After a few minutes, they stood in front of the reverend.

“Friends and family of Vince and Matt, we are gathered here to witness two people who want to show the world that they love each other, by the public expression of vows and the exchange of rings. It is our role, in turn, to express our blessing on their relationship as they start the rest of their lives together…”

The crowd was quiet as they listened to Ian Cloister. Rhys noticed that it wasn’t the normal service for one of Reverend Cloister’s weddings. Vince had told them that while the Uniting Church allowed for blessings, they were required to be distinct from a marriage service.

Ian had just asked Matt and Vince to face each other when a short burst from a police siren halted the ceremony. Rhys looked in the same direction as everyone else and saw his father, John Young and Susie Young exiting a police car.

“You guys had better go see what’s up,” Padma said.

Rhys glanced in the direction of Matt and Vince. “Okay, but can you see if they’ll continue? I suspect they’re here to stop things, and I’d hate for something to go wrong now.”

“I’m on it,” Padma said and she started to slip her way through the crowd.

“Me, too,” Cindy said before following Padma.

Rhys, Mark and Bobby jogged over to Rhys’s dad.

“… and don’t you ever touch the siren again!”

John Young shrugged at Ernest Dresden’s rebuke. “We’re here to stop things, and we needed to attract their attention. It worked, so let’s get on with it.”

Rhys slid to a stop. “Dad? What’s going on?”

Ernest glanced at him. “Not now, Rhys.”

“Is there a problem, Sergeant?” Leo McKaylee asked as he stepped forward. He was accompanied by Ian Fitzgerald.

“Ian! I’m glad you’re here. Can you explain to this buffoon about that advice you gave me the other week?” John Young appeared glad to see the older lawyer.

“Which advice was that? I’ve given so many pieces to the council over the last few weeks.” Ian smiled apologetically.

John handed it over. “This was the advice you gave to me personally, not the council.”

While Ian pulled his reading glasses out of his pocket, Rhys glanced back towards The Tree. He saw Craig Patterson speaking to Reverend Cloister. Padma and Cindy were standing nearby, but when the reverend nodded and turned to Vince and Matt, the two girls slipped back into the crowd. Rhys breathed a small sigh of relief when he saw the ceremony resume.

“Ah, yes. I remember this now. It’s all correct and proper,” Ian Fitzgerald said.

“May I have a look?” Leo asked.

“Of course, my dear boy. Of course! I never mind someone giving a second opinion.”

John frowned. “What do you mean? You told me the legal situation was black and white.”

“Of course it is. It’s all very straightforward.”

Leo scanned the paper and smiled. “A very clear and concise statement of the appropriate laws. Very nice, Ian.”

“Thank you.” Ian Fitzgerald beamed.

John stared at first one, then the other. He then glared at Ernest. “Well? What are you waiting for? They’ve both agreed that this is an illegal wedding. It’s your duty to stop it!”

“Oh, no,” Ian said quickly. “It’s not illegal at all. I’m afraid you’ve misinterpreted my advice.”

“WHAT?” John Young started to go red.

Ian turned to Leo. “Maybe you can explain it better than I can.”

Leo grinned. “I’ll try.” He turned to John Young. “You see, the wedding that’s going on is not legal, but that’s not the same as illegal. It isn’t recognised in law, but that doesn’t mean it can’t take place. If they don’t try to claim the legal benefits of marriage, they’re doing nothing wrong.”

Ernest let out the smile he had been hiding since the councillor had entered his office. It was time for him to play his part in the charade.

“You mean like all those weddings on the soap operas on TV? An apparently proper wedding, but because no one submits the paperwork to the Department of Births, Deaths and Marriages, it’s not legally recognised?” Ernest asked.

“Exactly! This wedding is no more legal than a soap opera wedding, but just as those are not illegal, neither is this.”

Ernest turned to John Young. “I’m sorry, Councillor, but it seems that this has been a wasted trip. Would you like a ride back to the station?”

John Young growled, spun around and stormed off. Susie Young followed him.

“I take it that means no,” Ernest said. He grinned at Ian and Leo. “Thanks for the clarification.”

“My pleasure,” Leo said. He glanced back towards The Tree. “It looks like they’re about to exchange rings, so if you’ll excuse me…” He headed over to join Craig Patterson.

Ernest smiled at Rhys, Bobby and Mark. “You should head off, too. You wouldn’t want to miss anything.”

“Thanks, Dad!”

“Thanks,” Bobby and Mark chorused before jogging over to listen to the rest of the service.

Ernest waited until he was alone with Ian Fitzgerald. “Thanks, Ian. I’d been worried that he would try to do something to disrupt the day, but you seem to have defused it. I also appreciate the call the other night to tell me what was likely to happen.”

Ian chuckled. “I enjoyed it, but I’m not the one who masterminded this. You’ll have to thank young Craig Patterson.”

“Patterson? What did he do?”

“This is strictly between the two of us. Craig rang me a couple of weeks ago and suggested I speak to John about the legal situation. His thoughts were that John was unlikely to give up on his attempts to prevent The Heart from getting married.” Ian smiled and shook his head. “I’d hate to come up against young Craig in a court case. The boy is positively Machiavellian. He asked me to explain to John about the laws and how the wedding wouldn’t be legal, but to do it in a way that made it sound like it would be illegal. When I questioned him as to why I would want to do that — I want The Tree saved as much as anyone else in town — Craig’s view was that the easiest way to counter John’s strategy was if we’d given John that strategy in the first place. Having all the young people calling it an illegal wedding just fell in with those plans.”

“Isn’t that dishonest? I though you would’ve been above such tricks.”

Ian gazed over to where the wedding ceremony was taking place. “I’m old enough to believe that the purpose of the law is justice, with a tempering of mercy. The purpose of a lawyer like myself is to ensure that justice — or mercy — occurs. Often, that’s not easy to decide and that’s why there are two sides to every case. In this case, however, determining what was just was easy for me.”

He turned to Ernest and smiled. “You could argue that I might have acted unethically with my legal opinion to John, but it is not my fault that he misused it. Anyway, I gave him that opinion at no charge, so he certainly got his money’s worth from it.”

Ernest chuckled. “I have to say it was brilliant the way it worked out. I was afraid there would be some huge fight — legal or otherwise — but you and Craig took care of that very neatly. Thanks, Ian. I’ll pass on my thanks to Craig and Leo, later.”

Ian Fitzgerald smiled. “Craig tells me that Rhys was the one who gave him the inspiration for the idea. Have you ever suggested to your son that he go into law?”

Ernest was shocked. “Rhys? A lawyer? You’ve got to be joking!”

* * *

“I, Vincent Aster, in front of all these witnesses, declare my love for Matthew Sterling. That I wish to spend the rest of our lives together, sharing what we have and what we experience. There is no one else I want in my life more than Matt.”

Vince slipped the silver ring he and Matt had picked out onto Matt’s ring finger.

“I, Matthew Sterling, in front of all these witnesses, declare my love for Vincent Aster. That I wish to spend the rest of our lives together, sharing what we have and what we experience. There is no one else I want in my life more than Vince.”

Matt slipped a matching silver ring onto Vince’s ring finger. He looked up and smiled.

Vince gazed into Matt’s eyes and was lost. He knew that the ceremony was continuing, but he just went through the steps without realising. He had what he wanted and the rest wasn’t as important.

* * *

“When are you going to be back?” Rhys asked. He put on an angelic smile that didn’t fool Vince. “I just need to know so we can have all the bedrooms rearranged before you get back. Mia wants my room, since she’s giving the master bedroom to you.”

“In a couple of weeks,” Vince replied. He grinned at Matt. “Unless we’re enjoying ourselves too much, in which case it might be later.”

The speeches had been made and Matt and Vince were moving around the room, thanking everyone for coming. Warren had been the master of ceremonies at the reception and had kept things moving, so they still had an hour before they would have to leave. Vince was privately impressed by his big brother. He hadn’t realised how relaxed and confident Warren could be in front of a crowd. He had Vince squirming a couple of times as he told some stories of when they were younger, but it wasn’t anything outrageous. Warren also told a few tales about Matt that Vince assumed he’d gotten from Shane.

“So you’re not flying.”

Vince kept his expression neutral. “Why do you say that?”

“You can’t change flights that easy. I’m assuming you would’ve booked the cheapest possible tickets.”

“I thought all you had to do was ring up and ask for a change?”

Rhys narrowed his eyes. “I’m right. You’re not flying. You’re trying to play dumb, but you can’t fool me. So, where are you driving to?”

Vince grinned. “Have you ever heard of the phrase ‘It’s none of your business’?”

“Rhys, stop prying,” Padma said.

“We’re going to have some time alone. That means just the two of us, and none of our friends dropping in to visit,” Matt said.

“How are you going to get there? Neither Vince’s ute or your car is parked anywhere near here,” Rhys said.

“Rhys…” Padma rolled her eyes.

“Did you go looking?” Vince asked, surprised at first, until he realised it would be the sort of thing that Rhys would do.

“I had to fill in some time while you were getting photos taken,” Rhys said, trying to look innocent. “It seemed like something to do.” Rhys frowned as he stared past Matt and Vince. “Mia and Mark are leaving. The party hasn’t finished yet.”

Vince glanced over his shoulder and then looked back at Rhys. “Leave them alone. Mia’s got something she needs to do.”

* * *

“Where are we going?” Mark asked.

“Not far,” Mia replied. “I’m glad that you’re with me, though.”

Mark was puzzled by Mia’s behaviour and he noticed that she hadn’t answered his question. She had approached him partway through the reception, told him there was something she had to do, and asked if he would go with her. After he had agreed, she returned to the main table, picked up her wedding posy, and headed for the door.

It wasn’t long before Mark guessed their destination, though the reason still escaped him. His guess was confirmed when they entered the cemetery.

“What are we doing here?” Mark asked.

“Something I have to do.” Mia gave Mark a weak smile. “You might want to, too.”

Mark didn’t say anything as he began to have an inkling as to what Mia was going to do. When she stopped in front of Aunt Cynthia’s grave, he nodded to himself. He stayed back while Mia approached and placed the posy at the foot of the gravestone.

“It’s over, Aunt Cynthia. I knew you were concerned, but Vince and Matt are married now and I think they’re going to be very happy together. Thank you for everything you did. Vince said he would be around later to say goodbye, but I didn’t want to wait.”

Mark stepped forward and rested his right hand on Mia’s shoulder. She reached up and put a hand on top of his while she gazed at the grave. After a moment’s silent reflection, the two headed back to the reception. A few steps away from Cynthia Boyle’s resting place, Mia slipped her hand into Mark’s.

* * *

Trevor Sterling and Tony Aster approached the happy couple.

“Congratulations again, and welcome to the family, Vince.” Trevor smiled.

“Thanks, sir. I’m still not sure I believe it’s happened.”

“Please, call me Trevor.” He chuckled. “And it definitely happened. After everything that your mothers put us through, I’d hate to think we’d have to go through it again.”

“We’ve also got one more present for you two,” Tony said. He cocked his head. “Shane told Trevor about the fight you had a few weeks ago. It made Trevor and me think about the future, and we’ve decided to do something about it.”

Vince’s forehead wrinkled. “What do you mean?”

“Farming is getting hard for me, son. I know you and your friends have been going out of the way to keep things going, but I’ve had to face up to facts. As of yesterday, I have an agreement in principle to sell the farm.”

“NO!”

Heads turned at Vince’s shout. A crowd formed around the four, with several people asking what was wrong.

“Sorry, but it’s done. As soon as a few things get organised, the farm will be signed over to its new owner.”

Vince scowled. “How could you? You know how much that place means to me — and to you. If you think this is supposed to make me happy, you’ve got rocks in your head!”

Tony smiled. “Don’t you want to know who’s buying it?”

Vince crossed his arms. “Who?”

“I am,” Trevor said. “And when I’m gone, it’ll be left in Matt’s name. I’m changing my will tomorrow to state that.”

Vince’s jaw dropped. He turned to Matt. “Did you know anything about this?”

Matt shook his head. “What about our place, Dad?”

“That’s the only item that will delay things. Your mother and I have agreed to sell the place and set something aside for Fee. The rest goes to you.” Trevor smiled at the boys. “I have to admit that your dad’s farm wasn’t my first choice, Vince. I didn’t want to take it away from your family, but the owner of the one I wanted wouldn’t sell his to me.”

“Old Mr. Islington is a strange old coot, and wouldn’t sell to someone he didn’t know,” Tony said. “But he was happy to sell his farm to you, Vince. As soon as Trevor sells his place and takes over ours, you will become the legal owner of the Islington farm.” Tony grinned. “You and Matt will have farms that are only minutes apart. Now, how does that sound?”

Vince’s eyes were wide as he grinned at first Matt and then their fathers. He stepped forward and hugged Tony. “Thanks, Dad. This has to be the best wedding present I could’ve wished for — my own farm.”

* * *

Vince looked behind them. “The coast is clear. Let’s go.”

They had left the reception after Bobby showed up with Matt’s car. Vince had agonised for over a day on which of his friends he could trust to look after the vehicle. He eventually asked Bobby if he would keep the car safe from Rhys and the others who wanted to decorate it. Vince knew he could trust Bobby once he had given his word.

Matt turned his car down the side road and roared down towards the distant gate. When he got there, he switched off the lights. “I don’t want anyone to wonder what someone is doing out here.”

“Good idea. I’ll get the gate.”

Fifteen minutes later, Matt parked his car next to Vince’s ute. “It looks like nothing’s been touched.”

Vince grinned. “Good! The ute’s packed with a couple of weeks’ worth of supplies, so we only have to go out if we want to.” He chuckled. “I got the impression that Rhys was originally expecting us to head to the airport, and that our excuse about the ute being better for the drive was just a ruse. He really wanted to know where we’re staying.”

Matt laughed. “Well, he’s right about a ruse, but hopefully he hasn’t worked out the truth.”

“I don’t think so. I’ve never told anyone about this place.”

Matt leant over and snuggled up next to Vince. “How does it feel to be spending your honeymoon on your own farm?”

“It’s not my place yet, but I’m loving it.” Vince looked out over the campsite where he had once spent two weeks waiting for Matt to show up. He was looking forward to sharing it with Matt for a similar amount of time. “I’m glad you agreed to stay here.”

Matt shrugged. “I didn’t see it as a big deal. I honestly didn’t care where we spent our honeymoon, as long as we had lots of private time. When you suggested this place, it seemed perfect. Mourton’s only a short drive away if we want to go out for dinner, or we can just spend quality time together.”

Vince gave Matt a light kiss on the lips. “How about we get out of the car and get started?”

Seven months later

Trevor Sterling signalled for Bobby to cut the engine. Bobby climbed out of the tractor’s cab and walked over to where Trevor and Tony were manhandling the last piece of concrete pipe into position.

“That’s all done. Thanks, Bobby.”

“My pleasure, Mr. Sterling. I’m going to miss helping out here. It’s been a lot of fun.”

Tony Aster chuckled. “You just like playing with big toys.”

Bobby grinned. “And what’s wrong with that?”

“Nothing,” Trevor said. He smiled at Bobby. “You didn’t have to come out today, but I appreciate the help. It cut down the amount of time it took to lay the new pipe by at least a couple of hours.”

Bobby shrugged. “I promised Vince I’d help out here. Even if it’s no longer needed, I thought I should do what I can.”

The sale of the Sterling farm had gone through a month earlier, and the three way deal had taken effect. The Aster farm had become the Sterling farm, and Vince was the proud owner of the Islington property.

“Speaking of my bastard landlord, are you coming back for the party I’ve been told I’m hosting for New Year’s Eve?” Trevor asked.

Bobby laughed. He couldn’t help it. Trevor Sterling had gone through a number of titles for Vince since the commitment ceremony. He would say he couldn’t call Vince his son-in-law because the wedding hadn’t been legal. He’d gone for son-in-fact for a short while, but as soon as he and his wife had moved into the old Islington home, he’d started calling Vince his bastard landlord. The families had come up with a deal where the Asters stayed in their home, while paying rent to the Sterlings. The amount of rent they paid just happened to be exactly the same amount that the Sterlings paid Vince for renting his home. The long-term plan was to build a new home for Matt and Vince when they finished university, but they weren’t rushing.

“Yeah, I’ll be back. I’ll be spending Christmas in Dubbo with Cindy’s family, but we’ll both be back for the party.”

Tony shook his head. “I still think you’re a braver man than I could ever be.”

“What do you mean?” Bobby asked.

“Going to work for your girlfriend’s dad. You must be pretty confident things are going to work out, or you could be single one day and out of job the next.”

Bobby knew he had a goofy smile on his face, but he couldn’t help it. He’d been over the moon since Cindy’s father had offered him a motor mechanic position in the car dealership’s garage. It hadn’t been charity — Bobby wouldn’t have accepted the job if he hadn’t thought he was qualified for it — but it solved the problem of how to balance his work and personal lives.

“Do you need any help shifting?” Trevor asked.

“No. Alex is going to help me take my gear to Dubbo before he goes to see Jamie. I’ve just about finished packing so it shouldn’t take long.”

“Okay, well have fun, then. Just don’t let Glenda see you before you go.”

Bobby raised his eyebrows. “Why?”

“Because she’ll probably want to hitch a ride.” Trevor smiled. “I think she’s missing Fee more than she expected.”

Bobby didn’t understand but didn’t feel it was his place to ask. His confusion must have been obvious, because Trevor chuckled.

“Fee’s not coming here — she’s staying back home so she can finish her HSC at her old school.”

Bobby scratched his head. “But I thought you’d sold your place.”

“We have. She’s staying with Shane’s parents. Shane organised it, though he said it was Karen’s idea.” Trevor grinned. “Fee had agreed to change schools since we were moving, but we all knew she wasn’t happy. I think Todd was a big part of that, but we know the HSC is hard enough without having to settle into a new school. When Shane’s parents offered for her to live with them, we all agreed. Glenda’s the one who’s not happy now, but she knows Fee was going to move out the year afterwards, anyway. It’s just happened a year earlier than she’d expected.”

A few minutes later, Bobby was on his way into town. On impulse, he stopped at the central park. He paused after he got out of his car and stared at The Tree. It’d had a burst of growth in Spring, though it still had a way to go before it would regain its former glory. The Tree was back to its old role — Bobby could see several children playing in and around it.

He walked forward. It hadn’t been a conscious thought when he’d stopped, but he realised he was about to say goodbye to The Tree. He would visit, but it was unlikely he would be calling Mourton home at anytime in the foreseeable future.

Bobby smiled as a young boy ran behind him until a girl chased him away from his hiding place. Things were back to normal.

“Bobby?”

Bobby turned to find Mia’s younger brother and another guy approaching. “Paul!”

“Bobby, this is Derek. He’s just moved to Mourton and I’m showing him around.” Paul turned to his lanky, raven-haired friend. “Derek, Bobby’s the guy to find if you’re having problems with that dirt bike of yours. He’s a genius with engines.”

Derek proffered a hand. “Pleased to meet you, Bobby.”

Bobby grinned as they shook. “Pleased to meet you, too, Derek. Unfortunately, I’m just about to move away, so I won’t be able to help with your bike. If you need help, I’d suggest speaking to Alex at the hardware store. He taught me everything I know.”

Paul frowned. “You’re moving?” He made a face. “Sorry. Mark mentioned that when he and Mia were home the other weekend, but I’d forgotten. When are you going?”

“Tonight. And don’t worry about it.” Bobby smiled at Derek. “What’s brought you to Mourton?”

Derek appeared uncertain as he glanced at Paul.

“One of Derek’s mums is going to start teaching at the high school next year.” Paul grinned at Derek. “She’s probably going to be my maths teacher, so I’m trying to get in her good books early.”

Bobby blinked as he absorbed what Paul had said. “One of his mums?”

Derek started to scowl, but Paul laughed. “Yeah, Derek’s got two mums. Isn’t that great! Mum and Dad have invited them around for afternoon tea on Saturday.”

Bobby gave Derek a reassuring smile. “Sorry, Derek. I was just surprised, that’s all.”

Derek’s expression relaxed. “That’s okay. I’m just used to being defensive on the subject. My mums decided to move out here because they’d heard it was friendlier.” He grinned at Paul “And it has been so far, but I’m still settling in.”

Paul grabbed Derek by the arm. “Come on. I’ve still got lots to show you.” Paul waved to Bobby as the two boys headed off. “Bye!”

Bobby chuckled as he resumed his walk towards The Tree. Vince had told him that the news about the illegal wedding had become general knowledge at the university, and that Mourton had developed a gay-friendly reputation as a consequence. Two pairs of students from Dubbo had held commitment ceremonies under The Tree since then. Derek’s family was the first indication to Bobby that the news was spreading.

The shade under The Tree was cool and inviting. Bobby reached out and put a hand on the closest part of the central trunk. He sighed as he remembered how long The Tree had been a fixture in his life.

“Saying goodbye?”

Bobby started. “Mama! What are you doing here?”

The old lady smiled up at Bobby. “Visiting an old friend, and recalling fond memories of another old friend who is no longer with us. Now that The Tree has recovered, I’m finding myself out here more and more.” She raised an eyebrow. “I’ve heard you’re leaving town to be closer to your girlfriend.”

Bobby gave her a wry smile. “Yeah. I start a new job in Dubbo on Monday. It feels strange, though, leaving town.”

Mama stepped forward and patted Bobby on the arm. “Don’t worry about it. You’re following your heart. That’s rarely a bad thing. And you’re not really leaving — you’re just relocating. Mourton will always be a part of you, but it’s time for you to move on.” She glanced up at the leafy canopy. “The Tree shelters lots of birds, but they all have to fly out on their own, eventually. It’s your turn, now.” She fixed Bobby with a stern gaze. “Go. She’s waiting for you.”

Bobby grinned. “Yes, Mama.”