A man arrives on horseback on the edge of town. He has been riding for some time, through rough country. Against the backdrop of the colonial apparatus unfurling itself in outback Australia, the sinister process of civilising the land is under way. The man befriends a boy in the town, who has fallen in love with the mayor’s daughter, a girl herself, strangely suited to the country.The boy sees their relationship solely through the prism of letters between them, letters the man cannot read. In the dry and dusty heart of the country, what are they to each other? Is it true that, as JG Ballard says, caring for someone else is the same as being cared for?