Dan Kelly's perspective. (English)

I was on my way to my camp site yesterday, when I saw my intelligent gang sitting near the camp fire. The crackling sound from the fire was echoing in my ears. We were staying quiet as possible so the troopers wouldn't find our camp site. The wind pushed against my face as I walked towards our weapon area. "Ned, we are low on ammo" I replied. I pulled a bullet out of a tree and melted it down till it looked brand new. I pulled out my revolver with joy and filled it up with bullets. We had been living like this for a while now and as far as I was concerned being a bushranger was a piece of cake.

BANG! We heard a loud, vicious gunfire in the distance. "What was that?" questioned Steve. We decided to check it out. We were sneaking towards the direction the sound came from. Suddenly, grey smoke appeared and it led us straight to them like a beacon. It was a camp with two men. A trooper was preparing some mouth-watering food for his crew. "It's the police" whispered Joe. My heart was beating like a drum. One of them was unarmed but one of them turned around and shot at Ned. It missed and hit a nearby tree. Ned shot at him in the eye with a bullet going fast as the speed of light. The gang had just successfully taken over the camp in less than a heartbeat. Ned, Steve and I searched the camp for any useful items. My stomach rumbled as loud as a thunder strike. I decided to eat the delicious food that a trooper prepared for the rest of his crew. As soon as we heard the thunderous sound of horses dashing towards our position. We went into hiding. A bullet skimmed past my shoulder. Ned fired a single, deadly bullet at a trooper and his dead, pale body hit the ground. Another trooper ran into the bush running as fast as he could. "If you stop running I won't shoot you" yelled Ned. Bang! The bullet had buried itself in his stomach, and he fell to the ground.

Sweat dripped from my face to the ground as we walked back to our camp site without being seen. We all sat down on a log to rest and looked around for any troopers. The smell of smoke is all around me and my gang members. Sure we had survived, but we were declared outlaws, and seen to the public as vicious, heartless murderers. (Grade: