I staggered out of the pub. The night was frosty. My hot breath, still coated with liquor, broke the calm air. Tonight was the night that I arrested that horse-stealing swine!
The Kelly's house was a rag-tag, tatty shack. The light from inside beamed through the cracks in the chipped wood. A slight aroma of doughy wheat wafted outside. It must have been dinner time. I wondered about the ladies in nightgowns. I shook my head to be freed from that thought. First I need that Kelly!
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Echo of the Kelly's - Recount
Historical FictionThe Kelly gang is an old Australian gang of bushrangers. Constable Fitzpatrick strikes the Kelly's household expecting to catch that horse-stealing swine! But something goes terribly wrong.
