As Luck Would Have It by Edward Dyson

A BIG moon was showing half its face over the dune, throwing long, ungainly shadows of the eerie gums across the thin, grey grass. A shout of exultation burst from Bob's lips, when he ran upon the brown pony sleeping, standing as he was untied. Bob knew the little animal's fidelity. Here Olivia had left him, and here he would remain, awaiting her return, the long night through if need be.

Bob shouted her name to the wide lagoon, now half-silvered by the staring moon. On the top of the sand dune he shouted it to the sea, but she did not answer him, and now another terror stole into his heart.