Date: Mon, 08 May 2006 23:29:08 +0000
From: Kit2K <nightwulf@hotmail.com>
Subject: Travellers Way Chapter One

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"Travellers Way"

Chapter one

By

Kit2K

I awoke feeling the cobwebs in my mind disappearing in tendrils as I shook
off the nightmare that had invaded my mind. As I became more aware of my
surroundings I felt a touch of warmth on my leg and it felt strangely
comforting. Slowly opening my eyes I found myself assessing the body next
to me from the mop of blond hair barely hidden by the sleeping bag to the
hairless leg that touched my own.

Shifting my leg away from the delicate warmth I heard a groan and the
covers shifted so soft cerulean eyes were staring at me. The face was
delicate with a sprinkle of freckles and a charming smile. The ten-year-old
frowned at me pursing thin lips and rubbing the thin blade of a nose.

" What time is it Lucas?" he asked.

" Almost ten-thirty," I answered looking at the silver and gold Rolex
timepiece, " time for breakfast,"

He sighed but pushed back the bag to reveal that he only wore white
Y-fronts, which did nothing for his pale skin. He itched his slight
potbelly and yawned again languishing with the sun coming through the
'skylight'.

" Aren't you old enough to wear boxer shorts?" I asked pushing back my own
covers and exposing my own satin-clad groin. I loved the freedom and
'electricity' of wearing sating boxers.

" No," he replied tersely, " I don't like them,"

" Why?"

" I feel so -- so open to the world," he answered with his eyes lowered to
the ground and I bit back laughter.

" What do you mean?"

" I don't like my bits just dangling around all over the place and I feel
as if the world can see my Willy," he answered shyly.

" Arh come here kiddo," I said pulling him forward and hugging him, his
body was warm and he nestled his head on my shoulder as he straddled my
hips, " Look it's ok to feel that, I was a bit younger than you when I felt
like that but I've enjoyed boxers for far too long now,"

" Ok, thanks big brother," he grinned, his kilowatt smile beaming. He got
off me and I stood up nearly banging my head on the poles that supported
the roof. It was a big tent but with my 6ft 1 frame I had to duck slightly
as I found a t-shirt and board shorts pulling them on.

" Be in the Hall in five minutes," I replied and tucked into the 'living
room' of our tent and then emerged into morning sunlight.

Our tent was on the edge of a green clearing surrounded by British
woodland, to the east a path led back to the main Adventure camp with its
lakes while in the very centre of the Sea of tents was a long wooden cabin
where food and talks were held.  The sun beat down on me warming me to the
core, which was unusual for British weather.

" Luc, morning," I heard someone call out my name and looked around. One of
the young counsellors was striding towards me. She was about sixteen with
luxurious red hair that cascaded down her back. The white ' Camp Adventure'
t-shirt she wore was pulled tight across a nice set of breasts. She was
definitely a flirt.

" Hiya Kim," I returned smiling. We chatted as we walked towards the main
cabin.  Kim was one of eight youth counsellors who were all 16-19 and I was
the youth counsel leader because of my experience from a few years before
and my police training, " How's it going today?"

" Good, I left Bethany in the tent 'cuz she wasn't dressed yet," Kimberly
Tailor replied glancing at me with hazel eyes.

" Yeah Seth's pissing me off. I was never like that at his age," I replied.

" No? I bet you were just as cute," I stuck my tongue out like a child and
opened the door of the wooden building. 'Camp Adventure' was only two years
old, multimillionaire Derrick Rawlings and his wife Clara had got the idea
from American Youth Camps and opened their own in England.

" Hiya Luc," Dave Owen, the Head Counsellor greeted me. He was young man at
just thirty-five and a smart man. He had wavy black hair and was a few
inches shorter than me with a potbelly. He was a handsome man and was once
married until his wife was killed with their kids, " Hope the Scamps aren't
running you ragged 'specially with your leg?"

" Nah Dave, they're cool," I replied and felt the ever-constant twinge from
the gunshot wound I had received four months earlier.  I had joined the
Army when I was sixteen but transferred to Metropolitan police a few years
ago and trained as a Negotiator. Four months earlier a Perpetrator who had
held hostages in a bank had shot me trying to escape, I was forced to rest
and recover returning to my home village. Then the 'rents had cornered me
and said it would be good idea for me to be a volunteer for the two
weeklong adventure camp in April/May. My thoughts drifted back over a month
or so ago.

I had been sat on the sofa, in just my dressing gown with my left leg
propped up against the coffee table watching daytime TV. An empty lay to
the right of me, the remnants of my breakfast. Then I heard my parents
enter.

" Hey," I grunted lifting my hand pathetically. They decided to take a seat
on the white sofa running adjacent to my own.

" We're worried about you, Luc," my mother started.

" Don't be, I return to work in September which in my opinion is far too
long when I'm ready now," I replied.

" The doctors said you needed six months son, your lucky you managed to
come out the surgery able to walk," Dad said, " three inches higher and you
have been paralysed or dead,"

" I know, I'll be fine though," I answered.

" Well you need to get out, see your friends. They keep ringing and looking
you up,"

" I'm comfortable though mum," I replied.

" Well maybe you should get out the house," suggested Dad, " You know Seth
has got a two week adventure camp coming up in less than a month,"

" I know, I wish the school had done that when I had gone there,"

" Well they need extra counsellors, especially a youth counsel leader,"

" And?" I said laconically.

" You have a fairly impressive resume working with Kids and your police
background," Dad said taking up the argument.

" So?" I added dourly.

" We think that you should volunteer," Mum finally gave the reason for them
sitting beside me.

" Absolutely not,"

" We're putting our foot down and your Psychiatrist said it would be a good
idea,"

Dad answered firmly.

So here I was but hadn't been a bad two weeks, I had actually enjoyed it.

" What's for breakfast?" Kim asked over my right shoulder startling me out
of my thoughts.

" I don't know, you'll have to ask old Wolfie," Dave replied with a grin.

" I heard that," Alan 'Wolfie' Carter said, " Don't think I'm not gonna
burn your toast buddy,"

" Just make mine perfect," I said laughing taking a seat. I was a favourite
amongst the counsellor's because of my good nature, responsible attitude
and dry humour.  As I settled down my hand wrapped around a cup of coffee
and I watched, my back to the hole where the cooks served food, as slowly
Kids ranged from eight-sixteen entered the tall wooden building get trays
and settle down chatting. Some greeted me.

Soon more of the counsellor's wandered in and took a seat and the head
table. There was a total of Twenty Counsellor's, eight youth helpers each
assisting an adult looking after one of the eight Dorms. Two fully trained
instructors with no babysitting duties, Dave Owen the Head Counsellor and
his assistant.

" So we're heading back today," Karl, one of the Youth Counsellor's,
stated.  His long brown haired kept getting into his eyes just as my own
done.

" Yeah, should be fun. A seven mile trek back to civilisation,"

seventeen-year-old Todd grunted not looking completely awake.

" Think of it, Todd, you can point all the attributes of nature to your
young clan,"

replied a bubbly counsellor called Joy. Todd looked to an older man for
help and he rumbled with laughter.

" Don't look at me Todd," he said.

" But you're the science teacher Jack," he remarked to the black haired
man.  He was barrel-chested and was strong but he was gentle. He loved the
kids of his, and Todd's, Wildcat Dorm.

" I expect you to help them," he pointed out. Todd's eyes rolled and he
looked at me.

" I have my own troop to look out for, although Tom and I will be
sightseeing a little teaching the young ones," I replied to his questioning
look. Tom McFarland was my young helper and he was the runt of the
litter. I looked at him now, 5ft 3inches of springboard. He was short but
give him sugar and he was like a livewire.

" Damn Luc, you're so evil," Tom grunted and the older counsellor's
laughed.

" Yes I am," I replied grinning, " and don't you have any sugar on those
cereals. On second thoughts maybe you should then you'll be jumping around
with the kids,"

" Awww daddy, I pwomise I'll be good," he looked at me with puppy dog eyes.
The whole table just let loose with a guffaw of laughter at Tom and my
expense.

We continued to eat our separate breakfast's exchanging chatter until
finally Dave Owen stood up and rapped his tin mug for attention.

" Good Morning Campers, today we return back to the main camp. It'll be a
brisk nine-mile walk with your Dorm counsellors," He said, " You have
fifteen minutes to finish your breakfast and pack up then you will assemble
with your counsellors,"

He sat down and the noise grew between the children. I grinned at one of
the counsellors he was Canadian and had light brown skin. His dark eyes
sparkled with life; he was certainly an interesting character and handsome
too. Nodding at him I got up from the table and made my way to my
tent. Inside the Tent I slowly packed my clothes changing into dark blue
jean shorts and my white 'Adventure camp' t-shirt then I was rummaging
around for a locked black box.

Using the correct code I opened the box to reveal an American Sig Sauer
P226 handgun. Fully 7.7" in black with 15 9mm parabellum bullets in one
round loaded in the grip. I ejected the magazine, checked it and loaded it
back up again making sure the safety was on. Putting it in a holster on my
back I pulled the white tee over it I began packing again my back to the
'door'.

So now you are wondering why I have a loaded handgun with around 80+
children aged from 8-18. As I've explained before I am a Police officer,
I've worked undercover and as a hostage negotiator so the Special Branch I
work with all have permits to carry handguns as we have our fair share of
enemies. Dave Owen and the Rawlings knew I had a handgun, as long as it was
kept safe they understood especially with the criminals around these days.

Abruptly I tumbled forward onto my knees as I felt my brother's lighter
form on my back. I felt his warm, peach-fuzzed legs touch my own and found
him straddling my back and here I laughed because I felt his small boner
poking my vertebrae.

" Get off me kiddo," I said.

" Why? It's comfortable here," he answered.

" Because your stiffie is killing my back," I laughed. Instantly he was off
hands covering the raised fabric of his silky shorts.

" Awww man,"

" Hey, look on the bright side you're getting boners," I pointed out to
him,

" now just don't bloody use that thing til your sixteen or mum'll kill
you,"

" Well I'll just have to use my hand until then," he replied cheekily.

" Least I can spurt buddy," I answered. I had a close relationship with my
brother and we were able to talk about almost anything then I added, " and
at least I know how to spank the monkey,"

"I know," he replied his face suddenly downcast, " What's it like?"

" What?" I answered, " What's wanking like?"

" Yeah, how does a orgasm feel?" He asked. As I said we have a close
relationship but we had never been this deep talking about sex before, I
suppose he was ten turning eleven and was curious.

" Well it's kinda of nice, it feels better when you can produce sperm or
cum as they call it," I replied still not believing we were having this
conversation but then if he didn't learn it from his big brother he'd learn
it from his friends or a Teen Mag, " but generally the feeling spreads from
the tips of your toes to the top of your head, it's like the greatest
moment you've ever had times a thousand,"

" Would.would you show me?"

" Excuse me?" I said knocked for six.

" Could you show me how to W.wank, spank the monkey?" he said his voice
getting stronger. I looked around we were surrounded by dark blue fabric
that no one could see into, the 'bedroom's had another 'door' that led out
into the main compartment and a second 'door'. Then I looked at my watch,
ten minutes before anybody would get us. Plus we were almost on the edge of
the clearing away from other people because of the gun.

" If I show you how to do this you promise not to tell anyone, I mean that
includes your friends absolutely anyone," I said and he nodded, " Promise!"

" I promise," he returned.

In my jeans my dick was semi-hard from Kim anyway and I had hoped to 'spank
the monkey' before Seth returned but maybe I could now. I could almost feel
her nipples erect and begging my hands flitting over them. I instantly
sprung a boner and felt the pressure again the jean material.

" Ok, take your shorts and pants down," I said. Undoing the button and
zipping the shorts I pulled my shorts and boxers down taking them off, the
gun thumping on the floor. I was completely naked waist down with my thick
7 inch cock standing to attention.

I looked over at Seth and saw he was completely naked. His body was paler,
paler still around his groin where his Speedos usually were. His pink
nipples stood erect, the nubs hard on his semi-formed chest. He had a
little bulge, which led, down to his three and a half inch cock that stood
proudly erect above his scrotum or balls and he was completely hairless. He
lay with his legs spread open resting on his hands so he was sat up a
little as I said before his cock was standing straight up, he was thin
about the size of my little finger and a spare bit of skin hung over the
head. We were both uncut.

" You expect me to wank you?" I asked incredulous.

" Yep," he nodded his eyes still closed, it was my little brother but
still.  I thought what the hell and tossed my t-shirt aside so that we were
both butt naked. I moved over him my cock swinging and knelt so that my
cock was standing at an angle and reached forward looking at him. I was now
in between his legs so I moved my hand and just hovered above his iron
rod. As I touched his penis he sighed, he felt like steel but was as soft
as velvet. Because he was small I had to use my thumb and two forefingers.

Slowly I began tugging at his cock pulling up and down and it was, not hot
like sexy but hot. This was my little brother and I had my hand around his
steel cock tossing him off, he had closed his eyes in ecstasy.

" Ooooooo mmmmm, arh," he chanted as I closed my hand getting into the
swing of it. I could feel him pumping his little hips in time with my hand
when suddenly I sighed as something touched my cock. I glanced down and
Seth had his hand wrapped around my cock wanking me off with his whole
hand, I had never had any guy touch my cock but his calloused hand felt so
right.  He had spread his legs further and I could see his little boy hole,
I had never seen an anal hole before and his was pink and wrinkled, it
intrigued me and got me harder than ever. My god, I thought.

Abruptly I pulled away from my brother and grabbed my shorts and pulled
them on swiftly then pulled the t-shirt over my head. Bewildered I
un-zipped the tent and left at a stride. I had never thought about it
before and it scared me bringing back memories long forgotten.

" Luc, during class meet me in the toilets," my best friend Jack Stedman
said. We were both eight and attended John West School near Aldershot. I
looked at his black hair and serious blue eye hoping he wasn't pulling my
leg.

" Okay," I said nervously as we entered English, sitting at the bottom of
an arrangement of tables in a U. I kept glancing towards Jack but he didn't
take a bit of notice. It came halfway through the lesson as Jack raised his
hand.

" Excuse me Miss Potter, may use the rest room?" We were all very polite.

" Of course Jack," He left placing a hand on my shoulder as he passed me. I
felt the warmth it left there and I felt something surge in my
stomach. Gingerly raising my hand I spoke.

" Miss Potter, could I use the rest room too?"

" Okay, Luc but be quick,"

I quickly thanked her and made my way out the room and into the corridor. A
little down the way I opened the door to the boys toilets and went past
several urinals mounted on the wall all the while calling Jack's name. The
disable cubicle door opened with a creak and Jack waved at me.

" Quick come here," I passed into the cubicle and Jack closed the door
behind me so I was stood against the toilet.

" What is it Jack?" I asked.

" Do you know what a homosexual is?" I looked at him strangely; I was a
naive and innocent boy and had been sheltered from certain sexual
influences.

" No Jack," I answered patiently having no idea where this was heading.

" What about a gay person?"

Again, " No,"

" Damn, ok a gay or homo is when one boy likes another as in like the same
when a girl likes a girl,"

I was wondering where this was heading when he pulled me forward and placed
his lips to mine startling me. There was no tongue action; neither of us
knew what that was. It was just lip-to-lip and I felt hot, flushed and
feverish is the only way I can describe it. Then he pulled away his eyes
glistening as I suspected mine were.

Suddenly he surprised me by pulling down his grey sweat pants and showed me
his two-inch boyhood with its shiny red head. Then he pulled down my own
revealing my own two-inch boyhood with the foreskin and began my first wank
job, well I wasn't to know for years to come what it was. For the next 18
months we used to play around until I moved away and I grew up

I suddenly saw him in my mind and then felt my boner in my shorts. I felt
uncomfortable but suddenly I saw Kim.

" Kim, do you fancy going for a quick walk?" I could see she looked a
little flushed.

" Sure," For the past two weeks she had been flirting with me
tirelessly. We walked a little way into the forest a companionable silence
when abruptly I stopped and turned to her and slowly pushed her against the
tree kissing her. First it was gentle then it was passionate as my tongue
sort entrance to her mouth probing like a snake.

My hands pulled the white tee off and slowly unclasped the bra beneath. I
kissed her throat and worked my way down so that I was kissing her left
nipple on beautiful perky breasts. She moaned and clawed my t-shirt off me
as she undid my jean-shorts and pulled them down. Her laugher tinkled
through the wood as she clasped my hard shaft through my boxers. I sighed
as I quickly drew down her shorts and knickers. She quickly pushed my
boxers down.

We were both naked now as I roughly pulled her body up. She pulled my face
up so our lips met and my hardened shaft was positioned just under
her. Bringing my hips forwards I entered her thrusting hard. She cried out
in a mixture of ecstasy and pain.  She was a virgin! Oh the feelings, my
cock was sheathed in a tight cocoon as I began sliding my cock in and out
feeling her beautiful warmth emanate from her inner sanctum as I thrust
harder banging her as she scratched my back. I lay her on the soft mossy
ground my cock still covered inside of her as I pushed in and out.  Kim
arched convulsively as my mouth again found her nipple while my hand
fondled the other erect nub. A steady rhythm was struck up as Kim's hips
met with my thrusts, slowly I manipulated her bringing her to the top and
pulling out before either of us could release our energies.

She was mewling and pulling my body towards her making me thrust harder as
she began to cry out and I could feel myself building up, I pushed my
tongue into her mouth and thrust even harder then as she cried out louder
and the muscles around her pussy tightened on my cock I released my seed
firing six or seven shots.

" You are so hot," she breathed deeply.

" You so goddamned sexy," I replied coming down from my high I was still in
her but that didn't matter as I felt her warm body beneath my own. Rolling
over slightly I held her in my arms stroking her hair as we came down
occasionally kissing her softly.  X

I stood on the edge of the clearing in front of the path with my troop and
Tom with my backpack loaded on my shoulders and the gun weight at the small
of my back. I looked over my troop of Leopard Dorm boys, all eight were
either 10 or 11 including my brother who kept looking at me and trying to
catch my eye, and I studiously ignored him and looked over the rest of
them.

Tanner Saunders was the eldest of the bunch, turning almost twelve in a
months time and was about 5"3. Colin Appleton was eleven and the joker of
the bunch, at 4ft 8 though he was one of the smaller boys bar my
brother. Craig Donahue Irish and red haired, even at 10 he had a thick
accent. Carter French my resident genius but by no means a geek, Tanner had
taken the boy under his wing looking after him.  Ryan Fielder was the jock
and footballer of the group, he loved to kick the ball around and
especially liked to be captain when we created teams. Sam Everton last but
certainly not least had interest very similar to mine, he loved archery as
I did and had a real talent for it though he was the youngest boy of the
group.

" Are you ok, Lucas?" Tom asked, using my proper name for the first time as
he brought me from my reverie.

" Of course I am," I replied grinning, " Why?"

" Because 1) you seem caught up in your own thoughts and 2) you're ignoring
your younger brother who seems adamant about attracting your attention," he
answered.

" Sorry, spaced a bit there," I answered catching sight of Kim Taylor
ushering her younger sister Beth; I grinned at her adding another notch to
my belt.

" You ready, Luc?" Dave Owen asked.

" Anytime!" I called back.

" Ok then, Leopard Dorm move out," He shouted. We were five minutes behind
the last group Jaguar Dorm that catered for 12-13yr old boys. We started
walking down the beaten track Tom and I following behind the eight boys
keeping an eye on them so they don't wonder off too far.

Close to an hour later we crossed an old road, little used now but once had
been a busy road for Victorian's and earlier travellers. Next to the track
on the other side was a great tree with long limbs.

" Let's take a break," I suggested so we settled down drinking water and
resting.

" Why are the branches so bare?" Sam asked then Colin piped up.

" Why does it have 'Highway Tree' carved into it?"

" Three hundred years ago," I began, " This road used to be well travelled
and the woods on either side were a little further back. But this place
would have been a great place for Highwaymen,"

" Are those people that gave directions?" Ryan asked, his pre-pubescent
voice squeaking.

" No Dumbass, they held travellers hostage and demanded their money," I was
surprised at bravery of Carter who had said those words with boldness.

" Anyway one of the most famous highwaymen was called Dick Turpin, Turpin
was involved in smuggling, housebreaking, and horse stealing, but is best
known as a highwayman.

Born at the Bell Inn in Hempstead, Essex, Turpin was apprenticed to a
butcher at Whitechapel, London, when he was 16 years old, and immediately
became a

"footpad". He was married in 1728, and opened a butcher's shop in Essex
from where he sold stolen sheep and cattle," I continued my story, " When
his thefts were finally discovered, he joined some smugglers near Canvey
Island and began burgling with Gregory's Gang from Epping Forest, Essex. In
1735 he became a highwayman in the area south of London, and formed a
partnership with Tom King in 1736. At the peak of his notoriety, in 1737,
Turpin accidentally killed King while shooting at a policeman, and
consequently moved north to Lincolnshire.

So the Police of the time ran around trying to capture Dick Turpin but
could never do it however one of Turpin's most famous exploits was when he
rode from London to York on his horse Black Bess because he had murdered a
sailor at 4am but established an alibi by being in York by 7:45 on the same
day (1),"

" Wow," Tanner said

" However his reign came to an end on this very road on March 29th 1739 (2)
when he ambushed a 'train' of carriages that held the King's George II
treasury but the Highwayman was ambushed himself by Police and arrested. On
April 10th 1739 he was hung on this very tree(3)," I said explaining the
history and pointing at the limb, "

He was left here to rot and to put off any other Highwaymen willing to step
into Dick Turpin's boots,"

" Cool, I bet the 1700s were a wicked place to live in," Colin, the history
buff said.

" There were lots of diseases, poor people basically had to steal and the
common folk were treated like dirt by their landlords and the monarchy,"
Tom added and I gave him a look, he shrugged and said, " I learnt about it
in GCSE History, 1700's were my speciality,"

" Well they say sometimes you can hear Turpin's ghost rattle through these
woods on his horse looking for the rich to plunder," I said schooling my
face into the most serious look I could manage. Some of the boys huddled
closer.

" You've done you research," Darryl Overton's voice boomed. This man was a
Professor at College but volunteered because his kids were on this trip.

" I don't go into anything only half prepared," I replied, everyone except
Dave Owen, his assistant and two instructors were volunteers involved with
the School that had organised this two week trip to the Adventure camp.

" I bet you don't," he answered, Overton was a large muscular black man
with deep brown eyes and a clipped accent, which he boomed out of his
barrel chest.

X

An hour after Midday I finally sighted the camp ahead and sighed with
relief, tomorrow Seth and I would be returning home and I could rest up
with up without having to worry about one of my eight brood. I shook the
thoughts of my brother out of my head; he had been trying to talk to me the
whole walk back.

I was at the head of the troop with Tom at the back so none of our
stragglers would get lost. Ahead of me I noticed that there were several
people just standing there with their backs to us. Then a voice shattered
the silence:

" Where is god's name is my son?" A man growled out loud.

" That's my dad," Sam said excitedly. Some instinct within me thought there
was something wrong with the scene so I tried to grab Sam's jacket but to
no avail as he run ahead and pushed through the crowd of kids, both boys
and girls. I followed him and plunged into the kids moving them as I
skidded to a halt.

We were stood in the sand covered car park next to the Activity and main
building of the camp. In front of a green Nissan stood a portly man,
bolding but with curly black hair around the crown. His blue eyes flicked
around wearily but what was most disconcerting was the matte black Franchi
spas-12, 12-gauge shotgun. He currently had his arm around Sam's neck with
the shotgun aimed towards his head. I quickly pushed back, and saw Darryl
Overton.

" What's going on?"

" Mr Everton has a Shotgun to his son's head, here," I gave him my cell
number, "

Press number two and quote 2-4-7-6-9-1-1-4, tell them to get an armed
response unit to the Adventure camp, officer in need of assistance,"

I quickly pushed back out and stood in front of the crowd.

" Mr Everton, sir, could you please lower the Weapon. You don't want to do
any harm now," I said gently moving forward.

" Who the hell are you?" he asked.

" I'm lefttenant Lucas McCaffrey, Met Police," I answered.

"You don't look old enough to be out off nappies," he snarled.

" I assure you I am old enough, what's your first name?"

" Eddie," he answered.

" That's good, bring the weapon down. If it goes off and hurts someone
you'll be in worse trouble," I said trying to calm him down. He lowered it
a little.

" I just wanted my son, then I could have left,"

" I'm afraid not Eddie, your holding a shotgun to one of my kids and that's
not the right way of doing things,"

" Why? My bitch of a wife won't let me see him, so I thought I could see
him here,"

" But holding a shotgun isn't going to get you anywhere,"

" It will if I kill us both, I'll be able to see Sam and that Bitch won't,"

" Do you believe in god and Heaven?" I asked.

" What's that got to do with anything?" he returned.

" Well Eddie, if you kill your son you're likely to go to hell for murder
and not see your son,"

" I see your point," he grudgingly conceded.

" Can you at least let the others go? So it will just be the three of us,"

" Yes, they can all go, it wasn't about them anyway,"


(1) - It is likely that the ride was actually made in 1676 by another
highwayman, called "Swift John" Nevison, who had robbed and killed a sailor
at Gadshill at 4 am but established an alibi by arriving in York at 7:45 pm
on the same day.

(2) - Dick Turpin was not arrested on this day

(3) - Dick Turpin was arrested in York and hung on the city walls rather
than a tree by the side of a highway.