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The rain over Northeastern Victoria didn't wash
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away the dirt. It just turned into a soup that
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stuck to your boots like bad memories. It was
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April 1878, and the Australian bush didn't care
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about justice any more than a cheap bookie cares
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about your rent money. I'm sitting on a three
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-legged stool in Greta, nursing a glass of colonial
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brandy that tasted like turpentine and regret,
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watching the flies do laps around a kerosene
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lamp. In my line of work, you learn to read the
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silence. Out here, the silence was heavy, pregnant
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with the kind of trouble that wears a uniform
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but doesn't look you in the eye. Her name was
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Kate Kelly. Fourteen years old, but in the bush
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years are measured in droughts and heartaches,
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not calendar pages. She had eyes the color of
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a bruised plum and a spine made of iron bark.
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But that night, she was just a kid caught in
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the headlights of a system designed to run her
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down. The setup was as old as the hills. You
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had the squatters, the big -money gents who owned
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everything from the fertile valleys to the local
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politicians. And you had the selectors. The Kellys
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were selectors. Irish. Poor. Catholics in a Protestant
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circuit. To the law that made them guilty of
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breathing without a license. Enter Alexander
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Fitzpatrick. Fitzpatrick was a constable. which
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meant he had a badge, a horse, and a license
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to make a nuisance of himself. He wasn't a big
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man, but he carried himself like he'd personally
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invented the British Empire. He had a reputation
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that smelled worse than a dead sheep in a water
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tank, frequently drunk, always broke, and a liar
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by instinct. If he told you it was raining, you'd
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look out the window to double check. He rode
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into the Kelly selection that evening under the
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guise of a warrant for Dan Kelly, Ned's younger
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brother. A horse stealing charge. Around these
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parts, stealing a horse from a squatter was practically
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a hobby, a way of balancing the ledger. The Kelly
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cabin smelled of wood smoke, boiled mutton, and
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the damp wool of survival. Ellen Kelly, the matriarch,
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was there with a newborn babe at her breast.
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Dan was at the table, eating his supper, and
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Kate was in the corner, trying to stay invisible.
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Fitzpatrick didn't care about the warrant. Not
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really. He cared about the power. He sat himself
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down, reeking of cheap schnapps and authority,
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and started looking at Kate. Not the way a cop
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looks at a citizen. The way a stray dog looks
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at a butcher's shop. You're a pretty little thing,
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aren't you? Fitzpatrick said, his voice thick,
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his eyes tracking her like a hawk on a field
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mouse. Kate shrunk back, but Fitzpatrick didn't
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take the hint. He moved in close. Too close.
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Dropping a heavy sweaty hand on her arm. It wasn't
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police business anymore. It was an assault cloaked
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in a blue coat Now Ellen Kelly wasn't the type
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of woman to file a formal complaint and wait
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six months for a magistrate to ignore it She
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was a bushwoman She picked up a heavy iron coal
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shovel from the hearth and brought it down on
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Fitzpatrick's helmet with the force of a falling
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red gum clang It sounded like a church bell tolling
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for a funeral that hadn't happened yet. Dan Lumet.
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Fitzpatrick scrambled back, drawing his revolver,
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but Dan was faster, wrestling the iron out his
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hand. According to Fitzpatrick's later report,
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the one written in nice, neat ink on government
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paper, Ned Kelly burst through the door right
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then and put a bullet through his wrist. But
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Ned wasn't even in the territory. He was miles
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away, probably tracking cattle, or looking for
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clean break. The doctor who looked at Fitzpatrick's
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wrist the next day said it plain. It wasn't a
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bullet wound. It was a scratch. A superficial
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nick probably from the edge of the shovel or
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the latch on the door during the scuffle. A cheap
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flesh wound used to buy an expensive lie. Fitzpatrick
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rode out of their bloody, embarrassed, and looking
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for vengeance. The law didn't wait for a trial.
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They didn't need one. They arrested Ellen Kelly.
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a mother with a nursing infant, and dragged her
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to the lockup. They put her in front of a judge
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who looked at her Irish face and saw a weed that
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needed pulling. They gave her three years of
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hard labor based entirely on the word of a drunk
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cop with a scratched wrist. When Ned heard what
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they'd done to his mother, something cracked
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inside him. The system hadn't just been him.
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It had broken his family. He and Dan took to
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the wombats. The deep Unforgiving ranges where
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the scrub grows thick and the law doesn't go
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without a company of infantry. A few months later,
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at a place called Stringy Bar Creek, the trap
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was sprung. Four cops came looking for Ned and
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Dan, carrying enough firepower to start small
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war. They weren't looking to arrest, they were
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looking to kill. Ned ambushed the camp. When
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the smoke cleared from under the blue gums, three
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officers lay dead in the dirt. That was the point
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of no return. You kill three troopers in Her
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Majesty's colony and you're no longer a thief.
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Your target. The government passed the Felons
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Apprehension Act. A fancy piece of legalese that
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meant anyone with a rifle could put a bullet
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in Ned Kelly's brain and collect a fat sack of
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gold for the trouble. But Ned wasn't running
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anymore. He was digging in. He didn't just want
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to survive. He wanted to make a statement. He
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took the iron moldboards from stolen plows. The
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very tools used to break the stubborn soil, and
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he beat them into something else. He forged a
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suit of armor for pieces of iron, 44 kilograms
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of heavy, unyielding defiance. A cylindrical
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helmet with a slit just wide enough to see the
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world that hated him. By June 1880, it all came
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down to a tiny whistle stop called Glenrowan.
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Ned had a plan. He was going to derail a police
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train, take the survivors hostage, and forced
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the government to release his mother. It was
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a grand, desperate play. A republic of Victoria,
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born out of the mud and the blood of selectors.
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But plans in the bush have a habit of rusting.
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A local schoolteacher sneaked out and warned
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the train. The cops arrived in force, surrounding
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the Glen Rowan and where the Kelly Gang was holed
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up. The siege lasted through the night. The hotel
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was riddled with thousands of rounds of ammunition.
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Inside, The gang drank, waited, and put on their
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iron skins. At dawn, the mist rose off the flats.
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Out of the smoke walked Ned Kelly. He looked
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like a ghost from an industrial nightmare. A
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man of iron walking through the eucalyptus, his
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long gray coat draped over the metal plates,
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his revolver barking into the fog. The police
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fired and the bullets just pinged off his chest
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like hailstones on a tin roof. He kept coming,
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laughing through the ice slit, tapping his helmet
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with his pistol. Click clack. I'm a widow's son,
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he shouted into the morning air. You can't hurt
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me. For a minute, the cops thought they were
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fighting a demon. But a uniform doesn't make
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you smart, it just makes you persistent. Eventually,
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a sergeant noticed the fatal flaw in the blacksmith's
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design. The armor covered his head, his chest,
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his back. But his legs were bare. moving like
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heavy trunks through the swamp grass. They blow.
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Two blasts of buckshot caught him in the thighs
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and the shins. The iron giant stumbled. The weight
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of his own defiance brought him down into the
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mud. They swarmed him like ants on a fallen beetle,
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tearing the helmet from his head. For months
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later, they stood him on a scaffold at the Melbourne
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jail. Fitzpatrick wasn't there to see it. He'd
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already been kicked out of the police force for
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being a habitual liar and a drunk, his badge
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taken away too late to save anyone. Before they
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put the hemp rope around Ned's neck, he looked
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out at the witnesses, his eyes as cold and steady
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as the high country. He didn't beg. He didn't
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apologize. He just summed up the whole rotten
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business in four short words. Such is life, he
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said. The trapdoor dropped. and the Iron Man
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became a legend. But back in the Greta Bush,
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the rain kept falling, turning the soil into
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mud, waiting for the next poor bastard to try
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and plow it. As always, stay curious, my friends.