Ironbark Drovers Trench Coat Size:XS Cards hit the table somewhere

Cards hit the table somewhere outside Kimberley

horns stack on top of each other

goggles pulled tight

By afternoon

Worn on its own

Ironbark Drovers Trench Coat Size:XS Cards hit the table somewhereIronbark Drovers Coat Cold rain settles in and stays. The Ironbark Drovers Coat comes into its own on days like this, moving slow through wet timber and open ground, reins slack in one hand, weather pressing from every side. This is the kind of coat built for distance, not drama. Out past the tree line, the Appalachian Trail disappears into mist. Leather collar turned up. Oilskin darkening as it absorbs the work. The horse keeps moving. So do you. By