Tyana felt even happier at hearing these thoughts than she had when originally annexed.

<< You know why I'm crying, Karim my dearest, I only hope I will be worthy of the faith Belle and Merlin have in me. >>

Each was lost in private thought as Karim trotted the remaining four miles home. For once she did not even inspect the cattle roaming the plains near home and hoped her father would not ask any questions about them.

Any ideas Tyana had of avoiding questions from the family vanished when she saw her two brothers walking towards her each with an arm round the waist of the pretty girl between them. It was obvious that she was being given no option but to come with them to greet Karim and herself.

Dustine, older than Tyana by three years, fair haired and always smiling, looked a typical ranch hand from head to toe. A tartan shirt with open neck and bandanna covered his heavily built upper half, tapering to a narrow waist and denim jeans and leather boots. All that was missing were spurs. With horses as familiars neither of the brothers would ever need them.

Darryl was a year younger than Dusty, and at six feet tall was one inch shorter but no lighter. Like Dusty, he was usually to be found in the saddle.

Obviously this was a very special girl to get both of them walking. Dusty spoke first. "Hi, Sis, welcome home, come and meet Megan, fresh in from Wales."

"Wales? I don't think I know it."