On a cold, clear Saturday in 1874, Ned Kelly rode into Beechworth.
He breezed into my life and changed it forever. I was fifteen then,
and finished with school. Wishing I could grow taller and heavier
overnight and then sprout an instant beard. Ned was four years
older, and already the tough bushman I wanted to be.
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