Unlike Clancy, who had apparently “gone to Queensland droving” and vanished into the dust and legend, Ross Cooper was charting his own curious version of a bush ballad. The difference was that Ross had never so much as held a stockwhip or sat a horse that wasn’t bolted to a carousel. But he did have a restless itch and a tendency to act on whims disguised as divine revelation.

Unlike Clancy, who had apparently “gone to Queensland droving” and vanished into the dust and legend, Ross Cooper was charting his own curious version of a bush ballad. The difference was that Ross had never so much as held a stockwhip or sat a horse that wasn’t bolted to a carousel. But he did have a restless itch and a tendency to act on whims disguised as divine revelation.

Chapter Seven - We don’t know where he are?

From the cold stone walls of the Sisters of Mercy orphanage to the red dust of the shearing sheds and finally the chalk dust of the classroom.Ross Cooper’s journey is one of faith lost, wisdom found, and the raw poetry of the Australian outback.A story where Banjo Paterson’s verses meet the grit of real men and one man’s search for purpose comes full circle beneath the wide southern sky.

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From the cold stone walls of the Sisters of Mercy orphanage to the red dust of the shearing sheds and finally the chalk dust of the classroom. Ross Cooper’s journey is one of faith lost, wisdom found, and the raw poetry of the Australian outback. A story where Banjo Paterson’s verses meet the grit of real men and one man’s search for purpose comes full circle beneath the wide southern sky.

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