After a lonely childhood on a cattle station deep in Central Australia, little Clancy couldn't believe her eyes when she found a dashing cowboy called trotting up her long dusty driveway on his pony. At least, Jack told Clancy he was a “real cowboy” but Clancy is not so sure that's true (he’s wearing the wrong type of hat for a start). Anyhoo, the chivalrous Jack had come all the way from Fitzroy, Melbourne to return Clancy's lost scarf, which was draped effortlessly around his neck. It was fault, for he borrowed Clancy’s scarf when he was visiting the big smoke (it sure gets cold down south!) & dropped it at The Old Bar after a few too many whisky sours. Love at first sight, Clancy insisted Jack keep the scarf. In return, Jack offered her his blue waistcoat. The rest is history.