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Bushranger Narrative

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The cuffs were tight around my wrists. Cutting into my skin. As they stripped me of my armour, I felt them take the sash. The sash I was given for being a good boy. A hero. The sash that the boy who I saved from drowning had given me as a token of thanks. How did I go from legend to bushranger? Where exactly did I go wrong? I robbed a trader at fourteen, but I’d repented for that, hadn’t I? Life isn’t fair. I’ll be charged for more crimes than I committed no doubt. One of the officers spoke respectfully, albeit condescendingly in the coach to Melbourne Gaol, the final stop for bushrangers. There is only one way out for prisoners, and it’s not the front door.
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