Jimmy Wood bats away a fly and looks skyward. He's covered in dirt and dust after an afternoon spent drafting sheep in head-spinning heat.
"We won't get much, but we'll get something," he says, referring to the rain clouds brewing on the horizon.
Jimmy Wood bats away a fly and looks skyward. He's covered in dirt and dust after an afternoon spent drafting sheep in head-spinning heat.
"We won't get much, but we'll get something," he says, referring to the rain clouds brewing on the horizon.