"Okay, you know what? No. Don't go near my horse. Actually, expect a talk when we got the whiskey about how a horse works." Jonathan insisted, unsure why he thought a city boy could pretend to understand horses. He rolled his eyes and shoved Edward out of the trees, coming out behind him. "The brown caravan is mine. Come on, just stick with me."

As they came along, he stepped passed the kids playing footie and then caught sight of Axel. Ah, the first brother had noticed. Shit. One down, three to go. "Jonny!"

"Sod off, Ax. Keep playing." Jonathan kept moving towards the caravan, not being suspicious but not wanting to stop and chat.