The road to Roma is a straight run on the Warrego, passing over the range and into the west where the land gradually pales to a beached yellow, cut through with black soil. The land flattens and the horizon extends ever onwards and even through the clear chill of a June day the spread seems to suggest heat, hard work, and survival. This is Jarowair country, Baranggum, country, and Mandandanji country, through Dalby, through Miles, and finally to Roma. Roma is a town of nearly seven thousand, and the heart of cattle country. Agriculture, oil, and gas are the industries that send the road-trains into and out of town. The local people work hard, for industry, for each other, and for the stream of travellers passing through. The centre is heaving on Saturday morning, pulling in the locals, residents of the surrounding satellite towns and land holdings together for resupply and recreation. Roma invites but doesn’t demand attention.