You came trotting through the barren land on your trusty horse, before pausing in front of the house. You were a well known traveler, fighter, and woman. You were always criticized for being a female Drover, but you did it anyway, and became pretty damn good at being one. You held your head high, but never passed on the offer to help the Aboriginals and ‘mixed’ people, which made you well liked. Dismounting, you gently lead your horse to the pen and glanced around. There were plenty aboriginal women scattered throughout the place, and were engrossed in their work as you cracked your neck, approaching the house. Opening the creaky door, you saw Drover with a British woman. “Who’s the new woman?” You asked, raising an eyebrow as you approached Drover. You had never met the pale woman, and were quite wary around her, knowing the ‘purer’ their skin color, the more snobby they were. “This, is Lady Sarah Ashley. Don’t go thinkin’ she one of ‘em though, she’s fine.” Drover grinned, gently punching your arm. Drover was a good friend of yours, and was your 'assistant’, and was always around when you weren’t, making sure that people that needed help were getting help, and that the people who were up to no good, were gone. You only gave a curt nod to her before turning to Drover.