Dave pushed Daniel away and dusted himself off.
A truck rumbled up the dirt road and came to a halt. Frowning, the driver tapped his fingers on the steering wheel while the motor idled. As people became aware of his glare, they shuffled away, making room. The driver grated the truck into gear and drove it up beside the tipped vehicle. He threw open the door and Will leapt down, slamming the cab door behind him. The Nigerians crowded around, all talking at once.
He held a hand up. ‘Hey, hold it, fellas.’
Their shouting simmered to a murmur and he started back to the truck to get out the winch. Before he got there, Melanie stopped him, arms stretched out with frustration.
‘Will, you have to get this truck out of the way!’ Her eyes lifted to the sun. ‘I’m late for the market.’ She put a hand on his arm, her blue eyes pleading. ‘No one will want to buy my vegetables . . . .’
Will nodded. ‘Just as soon as I can, Melanie.’ He adjusted his baseball cap to the back of his head and shook it as he took in the scene. ‘It’s in a pretty deep rut.’
Daniel nodded towards his Navarra.
‘We could get the boys to load your produce onto my truck.’ His eyes drifted over Melanie. Her gaze dropped away. ‘I could drive you . . . get you to the market.’
A blush rushed up her cheeks. She turned to face the forsaken truck, shaded her eyes then ran a hand over her ponytail. She pointed to the truck.
‘Are you sure you could get around that?’
‘Sure.’
Dave looked on, seething. His small truck could never carry her vegetables. The Nigerians started talking over each other again, shouting and gesturing towards the truck - apparently blaming each other for the accident.
Daniel signalled to the group and a man stepped forward, clouds of dust rising around his feet and settling over them in tiny cratered lines. The arguing petered out.
‘I think you and your friends,’ Daniel waved a hand to encompass the other men, whose wide-eyed stares went from Daniel to Melanie, ‘should help this lady.’
Melanie sent him an appreciative smile which he returned with a quick grin. The leader spoke with clipped words to his group. They nodded and rushed to take up boxes of cabbages, melons and corn in their powerful arms. Almost running, they transported boxes from one truck to the other.
In an attempt to hide his agitation, Dave helped Will winch the truck.
Daniel worked with the Nigerians. After dumping the last box onto his truck he sank his hands into the back pockets of his jeans.
‘There,’ he said with a satisfied grin. ‘Let’s go.’
Melanie strode over to Dave and asked him to get her truck back to the farm.
Before he could refuse, she was gone, seated in the cab of Daniel’s truck.
Scowling, Dave watched them drive away.
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