Moving through the dense scrub that flanks the upper Shannon River, the narrowed eyes of Michael Howe spy the man he is looking for, standing with his back towards the flickering amber of a fire. Halting, the bushranger whistles sharply, causing the man to spin in his direction, his claw-like fingers grasped around a musket.Continue reading “Reflections”
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Pieces that creatively depict aspects of Michael Howe’s story.
Michael Howe: Governor of the Woods 