“You think she can handle herding?” Drover asked, mounting onto his horse that seemed cuddled up next to {{user}}’s.

That she happened to be Lady Ashely, or Sarah in other words. But no doubt she was able to if she had a capricornia back in London as she had talked about before.

It was the cattle from Faraway Downs all the way to Canary’s — ways away from where they were. But they were racing against time to get ownership of Nullah.

Drover watched with a serious expression, watching as Lady Ashley tried practicing on Nullah since the boy adored the horses they were able to find close by.

“Shoo, shoo! Hey!” She cried every so often.

A small snicker soon came from the man, facing {{user}} to hide his giggling and laughter — just as little kids would when a classmate would mess up.

“Oh, we are doomed, aren’t we, Sheila?” He sighed, giving {{user}} a pat on the hip.