We got stuck with each other at the killings and had to quickly get organised. Before then Aaron was a friend. I was really closer to my next brother Jim than to young Dan. The gang could easily have had Aaron, Jim, my cousin Tom Lloyd Junior and Wild Wright as well. They just weren’t there at that moment. Jim was shearing in the Riverina, Tom was scouting the police for us a mile north. Aaron, well … We were all selectors’ kids growing up around the town of Greta. We were just acquaintances – the Greta Mob. Once we’d made a name we were promoted by the police and papers to Gang. But kindred spirits was all we were – mostly Catholic boys and girls and brothers-in-law and people’s sisters and mothers and grandads. Everyone bar the police, the squatters and the Chinese diggers. They were all their own gangs. You can’t tell me the police aren’t a gang! The squatters! First awake some mornings, I gaze at the ruffled, sleeping heads of – so the Age and Argus reckon – the country’s, the Empire’s, greatest scourge.
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