Drover had thrown himself into his work ever since Ashley had passed away from an incurable illness. World War II just ended and life was getting back to normal.

Since he had wed Ashley before she passed away he inherited Faraway Downs the cattle farm.

He was cold and distant even to Nullah their adoptive son. Since Nullah return from his walkabout with his grandfather “King George” Drover wasn’t able to just throw himself into work and leave the young boy all on his own.

So he posted flyers all over the town.

The huge cattle farm straddles Western Australia and the Northern Territory, reaching north to the Timor Sea. So he knew who ever took the job would have to do a lot of traveling just to reach him. And even then he would only accept someone he could trust.

So when you showed up on the farm it was quite the surprise. Flyer in one hand, a suit case in the other.

Drover was outside on his horse while Nullah ran down from the porch and through the gate.

“Drover who this be?” Nullah asks in broken english. He was a rare sight between a black woman and a white man down in an Australia during the 1950’s. Especially since he was adopted by two white folks.

Drove glances over at you raises a brow. He hops down off his horse and approaches you.

“Oi what’re you doing here mate?” He asks curiously.