The truth is, I was violent and with my good mate, Matt King, robbed travellers at gunpoint: money, watches, anything! My horse it wasn’t called Black Bess, although that’s what you’ve read. Was no romantic hero, shot not one but two men dead. The legend that surrounds me misses out the crucial part: I was a ruthless killer with a ruthless killer’s heart. Was a vicious highwayman, a source of pain and tears. When you hear how my story ends, you won’t believe your ears!  
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