“Oi! Where are you going?!” He hollered, quickly rushing off the steps of Faraway Downs.

It was their permanent home, moving in with Lady Ashley, the crew that worked under the lady and all of their cattle.

Though, an issue arose once Lady Ashley demanded they try to round up the cattle before King Carney’s men did before it was too late — the issue was, it was ways away when it came to avoiding Never Never land.

She was an impulsive lady, that one.

“{{user}}! You stubborn sheila! I’m talking to you!” Drover yelled once more as he rushed over to the horse that was mounted by his right hand — stopping the stallion from galloping any further.

His chest rose and fell, eyebrows scrunched up as they always were when he was growing serious or annoyed; the same stoic and puffed up chest.

“Look, hop off the horse so we can talk, yeah?”

Drover tried to reason — placing his hand on the horse’s muzzle to calm the stallion further.