Outback Dreams
Ann B Harrison
COMING HOME
Ann B. Harrison
Copyright© December, 2019 Ann B. Harrison
First released 2013
Edited by Juanita Kees
Created with Vellum
Contents
Untitled
Volume 1
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Taming the Outback
Volume 2
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Outback Gold
Volume 3
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Outback Café
Untitled
Volume 4
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Untitled
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
From The Outback
Volume 5
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Untitled
Case Close to Home
Volume 6
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters places and incidents are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental.
Volume One
Chapter 1
Cade Williams hit the ground hard clutching the ball to his chest. His chin connected with the cropped grass and the metallic taste of blood filled his mouth. Thank goodness he still had the ball in his grasp and that was all that mattered. No way he was going to let it go so close to the line for the other team to pounce on. He reached out, grounded it over the line and groaned as the cascade of tackling bodies landed on top of him.
"Try!" The crowd screamed and he bucked under the pressure of the opposing team. When they climbed off giving him the chance to stand up, he surged to his feet.
"Cade, Cade, Cade," came the roar from the stands.
He took out his mouthguard and spat blood on the ground before lifting his arms to the crowd, throwing the ball in the air. "Woohoo."
His team mates surged forward, lifting him up as they chanted his name and slapped him on the back. He relished the attention, his heart pumping with adrenaline as they dropped him to the ground.
Cade grabbed a water bottle from the drink boy and took a long drink, rinsing his mouth out before squirting the remains over his head. He took a few deep breaths, letting the cool water trickle down his cheeks. He threw the bottle back and ran to join the rest of the team to watch their captain, Matt Boyle attempt to convert the goal.
With cautious steps, Matt paced back from the ball and looked at the goal posts. Rubbing his hands together, he dipped his head, ran and kicked. Cade kept his eye on the ball and screamed along with the crowd when it sailed between the goal posts.
"On fire, boys. Only ten minutes to go and you're on a winning streak," yelled their coach. "Go get 'em, Cade. One more try to seal the match." He slapped Cade on the shoulder. "Back him up, boys."
They lined up in front of the half way line and waited for the opposing team to kick the ball. The referee blew the whistle and the ball soared through the air toward Cade and his team.
They surged forward. Cade leapt into the air and clutched the ball to his chest. As he fell to the ground, he was tackled with force. He lay still, conserving his energy for the final part of the game and waited until they let him get up. He put the ball under his boot and tapped it back before falling back into line, ready to intercept a pass when it came his way.
Second tackle, third tackle, they reached the half way line and the crowd screamed its support. The adrenaline raced through his veins, giving him a buzz nothing could take away from him. Cade lived for the sport and the adulation of the crowd. Living the dream buddy, living the dream. Fourth tackle and he was ready, heading to the seventy-five yard line.
The ball flew through the air toward him and he reached out to take it, holding it tucked against his chest with one hand, the other held out like a battering ram as he focused on the line ahead.
The crowd screamed his name, spurring him on. Ducking and weaving, Cade powered to the touch line, the need to get the next goal burning in his chest. Hands grabbed at his shirt, slowing him down but he pushed forward. A blur from his right torpedoed towards him but with a final surge of energy, he launched himself across the line to land behind the goal posts.
A sickening pain radiated up his leg from the tackle he couldn't avoid. His screams of agony were lost in the roar of the crowd. His stomach rolled and Cade gasped to breathe through the knife like pains shooting down his leg. A cold sweat took hold of him and he shuddered uncontrollably. He tried to focus on the men on top of him but his vision wavered with each stab of pain.
Team mates jumped on top of Cade, their excitement overflowing, and the crowd rose to their feet to cheer the victory. Feeling as though he was separated from the action around him, he focused on trying to stay conscious. He concentrated on taking stock of his injury. His leg was burning and it was hard to tell exactly where the pain was coming from. He feared it was broken at the very least.
"Cade, mate, are you alright?" The coach looked down at him and took his mouthguard out so he could talk.
"My leg. The bastard got my leg. It fucking burns, Col."
The coach
