‘Lota dogs sitting down looking out at raining. Can't go mustering, make trouble. The cowboys meet up again and go separate, two each, two each, two each, Ntaria and Wallace Rockhole mob. They go mustering, to sort out their cattle. Raining time. Other side Ntaria ranges, blue hills, far away. They all finished now, no more stockmen. They all just sitting down now. Do nothing. That was long a time ago... that’ s last job. Sitting down now all just drinking wine... drinking, drinking. No more work. Nothing. Kele’