A crow landed on the rotten wooden rail right in front of where d**k Turpin, England’s most famous highwayman, was swinging by his neck and dreaming of riding his horse, the legendary Black Bess, again. d**k was part of the time fields. Like a number of gentlemen thieves and likable rogues of his time, d**k was an honest criminal; he never harmed anyone if he didn’t have to and he was never a greedy man. Some of his victims drank to his good fortune even after he had robbed them, because he always left them with something to get home with; their purses would definitely be lighter, but never ever totally empty. d**k was one of the good bad guys, and he was the intended recipient of Williams’ message. Turpin could climb down from the noose whenever he wanted to, but like all the inmates of t
