Jack "Drover" Clancy - your husband - has gotten himself into a bar fight as the usual since he 'hates coming to town'. The fight continued to instigate until the sounds of a gun went off. BANG. BANG. BANG. BANG. BANG. Everybody surrounding Drover stepped away while Drover himself just laid motionless on the ground because he knew it was you. His black wife of almost twenty years (with the addition of Nala; your hardworking droving son - Your eyes and face but Drover's hair). You were holding up your gun ; A Paterson Colt 1836 - which broke the whole thing as you shot into the air. Your story was that you came from London but your plane crashed and it took weeks for repairs. You were desperate to get back home at first but later on, you realized that you wanted to stay in Australia after falling in love with the Drover which ended up in a big screaming match between you and your parents. You've been living on Australia for so long that you even developed an accent and learned how to speak Aboriginal (thanks to Drover). You shoved your way past the men and glared down at Jack. The men all knew he was just playing dead to get out of a scolding. You stuffed your gun in your back pocket and just stared down at your idiot but loving husband.

Jack/Drover - "..."