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pretty chilly here at night.

We, uh-We like to bunk up together,

eh, Magarri? Goolaj, huh?

Nice and close, you know.

[All Shuddering]

[Chuckles]

Oh!

Oh, come on, Lady Ashley.

We're just having a laugh.

Never really slept in a tent in our life.

We just bunk around the fire, you see?

- See, we're not really used to, um-

- A woman?

I suppose you think I should be

back in Darwin at the church fete...

or the ladies'. uh, whatever you call it.

Well, I will have you know

that I am as capable as any man.

Guests. We're not used to guests.

That's what I was about to say.

But now you mention it, I happen to

quite like the women of the outback.

But they're mostly native women.

Aboriginal women.

They're very easy to, uh-

[Clears Throat]

to get along with, if you try.

# Whoa, babe

something is bothering me #

[Aboriginal Language]

Go!

- Ho!

- Him always punctual.

[Groans]

- [Laughs]

- Get out of here!

- [Sarah] What's that?

- Your accountant.

[Woman] Hey, Drover!

He's your bloody problem now!

- See you, Drover!

- [Snoring]

[Whimpers]

Kippelly Flymm.

- Kippelly Flynn.

- I'm sorry. What was your name again?

Lipelling Klymm, mi- mila- milady.

Kipling Flynn.

Thanks.

[Sarah]

How long till we reach Faraway Downs?

[Drover] Oh, we've been on it

for the last two days.

- Drover! Hey, Drover!

- Yeah, love. How you doing?

Good. Aren't you gonna stop

and have a rest for a while?

Nah, gotta make a delivery.

Put the kettle on.

- I'll be round in a couple days. Give us a kiss.

- Okay.

See you soon.

- She's easy to get on with.

- Ah, she's trouble, that one.

- See you later!

- Bye!

You and my husband

share an interest.

An interest? Really?

Come on. We all know the real reason

that my husband is out here.

Oh. Right.

You mean the breeding. Yeah.

- [Gasps] Breeding?

- Yeah.

No, we're both dead keen on breeding.

I have this idea,

which, uh-which he loves.

You might be quite excited

about it too, actually.

Now, I'm a brumby man,

but his fancy English filly, Capricornia...

has really caught my eye.

I got to admit.

She is gorgeous. Really gorgeous.

Gorgeous creature.

I've always wanted to mate an English

thoroughbred with a bush brumby.

I mean, it'd be magic, wouldn't it?

Magic.

- Imagine that combination.

- Don't. Don't you say another word.

- I know what you're implying.

- You've thought about it, too, haven't you?

Capricornia-You- Poppycock!

- What are you talking about?

- Poppycock!

[Whinnies]

Coppers.

- What are you talking about?

- You-You want-

- You want to have it on with me.

- What? What was that?

Oh, you know exactly what I'm saying.

Just like you have it on with

that poor girl you're exploiting...

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