The day went on and the numbers of prisoners grew until we had 60 odd people in the room. The bandits brought out brandies for the men and wine for the ladies. I handed my baby to the town's school teacher and had a dance with my husband. Although we were all in a distressing situation it brought all of the town's folk closer than they had ever been.
The night continued on and the men competed in sporting competitions and the bushrangers joined in. I sat by the side line cheering on my husband as he played cotta against one of the gang members. We all enjoyed the hospitality of the gang long into the night
YOU ARE READING
False hope
Short StoryThis is just a short story that is written in the point of view of a by stander named mrs larry. This story is based on the Kelly gangs last stand (ned Kelly) at the glenrowan inn.
