good at training dogs?’
‘I had a great dog. Smart as Einstein. She trained me.’
‘I’m sure Horse is smart.’
‘Prove it.’
‘I’m not sure …’
‘Henrietta’s daughter takes personal dog coaching. I’m amazed Henrietta hasn’t introduced you already.’
‘Henrietta left a card,’ she conceded.
‘There you go.’
‘You’re not interested in helping yourself?
‘No.’ Hard. Definite. He watched her face close and regretted it, but couldn’t pull it back.
‘I’m not scary,’ she said, almost defiantly, and he thought what a wuss—was he so obvious?
‘I’m busy,’ he said. ‘This is the first full day I haven’t worked since …’
‘Since Jem died?’
‘Nikki …’
‘I know.’ She tugged Horse towards her a little, which forced his hand to let go of the collar. Which meant they were no longer touching. ‘You want me to butt out. Respect your boundaries. I’ve been respecting boundaries for years. You’d think I’d be good at it.’
‘I didn’t mean …’
‘You know, I’m very sure you did,’ she told him. ‘Tell me what to do.’
‘What do you mean?’
‘With Horse,’ she said patiently. ‘Training. What should I do first?’
‘Take his collar and say “Come”.’ This was solid ground. Dog training. He could handle this.
‘Come,’ she said and tugged and Horse didn’t move. Stared rigidly out to sea.
‘Come!’ Another tug.
Gabe sighed. ‘Okay, you’re on the head end. We’re going to roll him.’
‘What?’
‘He has to learn to submit, otherwise he’ll spend the rest of his life waiting for his low-life. Say “Down”.’
‘Down.’
‘Like you mean it!’
‘Down!’
‘You sound like a feather duster.’
‘I do not.’
‘Pretend the boat’s sinking. The kid at the other end is standing there with a tin can and a stupid expression. He bails or you drown. Are you going to say “Bail” in that same voice?’
‘He’s an abandoned dog. He nearly died. He’s hurt and confused. You want me to yell at him?’
‘He’s hurt and confused and he needs to relax. The only way he can relax is if he thinks someone else is in charge. You.’
‘You do it.’
‘I’m not his pack leader. Do it, Nikki, or you’ll have him howling at the door for weeks, killing himself with exhaustion. You say “Down” like you mean it and we bring him down.’
‘I don’t …’
‘Just do it.’
‘Down,’ she snapped in a voice so full of authority that both Gabe and the dog started. But he had the dog’s back legs and Nikki had his collar. Gabe hauled his legs from under him and rolled him before Horse knew what had hit him.
The big dog was on his back. Shocked into submission.
‘Tell him he’s a good dog but keep him down,’ Gabe said.
‘This is cruel. He’s not fit …’
‘He’s going to pine until we do it. Do it.’
‘G … Good dog.’
‘Now let him up again.’
The dog lumbered to his feet.
‘Now down again.’
‘Down!’
Once again Gabe pushed his legs from under him. The dog folded.
‘Good dog,’ Nikki said, holding him down and the dog’s tail gave a tentative, subjugated wag.
‘Once more.’
‘Down!’ And this time Gabe didn’t have to push. The dog crouched and rolled with only a slight push and pull from Nikki.
‘Good dog. Great,’ Nikki said and her voice wobbled.
The dog stood again, unsure, but this time he moved imperceptibly to Nikki’s side. He looked up at her instead of out to sea.
‘Now tell him to come and tug,’ Gabe said, and Nikki did and the big dog moved docilely up the beach by her side.
‘Good dog,’ Nikki said and sniffed.
‘Why are you crying?’
‘I’m not.’
‘You’re allergic to command?’
‘I’m not built to be a sergeant major.’
‘Horse needs a sergeant major,’ he said as he fell in beside her. ‘You are what you have to be. Like me being owner of half a dozen boats, employing crews.’
‘You don’t like that?’
They were walking up the track, Nikki with Horse beside her, Gabe with his hand hovering, just in case Horse made a break for it. But Horse was totally submissive. He was probably relieved. He’d spent too long as it was waiting for his scumbag owner. He needed a new one.
There were parallels. Caring for Horse …
Taking on this town’s fishing fleet.
Nikki was waiting for an answer. Not pushing. Just walking steadily up the track with her dog.
She was a peaceful woman, he thought. Self contained. Maybe she’d had to be.
Why the sniff? Tears?
Ignore them.
‘I never saw myself as head of a fleet,’ he told her. ‘But when the fishing industry round here started to falter I was single with no responsibilities. I’d been away, working on the rigs, making myself some serious money. I could afford to take a few risks. But in the end I didn’t need
