The story of Australia’s last bushranging gang – the murderous Kenniffs.
Easter Sunday, 1902, deep in the Carnarvon Ranges a police constable and station manager are slain then later incinerated, their remains stuffed into saddlebags. Accused of the ghoulish crime are two members of the bushranging Kenniff gang, fast gaining notoriety as Queensland’s equivalent of the Kelly gang. Yet the murders are a bold escalation from the petty fraud, horse stealing and cattle duffing the gang is known for.
Starving and exhausted after three long months on the run, the brothers are finally captured, and so the wheels of justice start to turn.
The story of the Kenniffs has fascinated Mike Munro for decades – ever since he found out these last bushrangers were his family. If not for Mike’s grandfather illegally changing his name in shame from Kenniff to Munro, this major figure in Australian television would be known to us as Mike Kenniff.
But who were Mike’s relatives? What drove them to their life of crime? And were the brothers really responsible for such terrible murders?
In answering these questions Mike Munro takes us back to the dawn of Federation, when bush skills and horsemanship could help outlaws escape the police, when remote pastoralists were vulnerable targets for thieves and marauders, when race and class divides were entrenched – but resented – and when brutal, feckless outlaws faced the ultimate punishment.
This is a story that is both gripping and personal, and an insight into an Australia just coming of age. pp. 320 illusts #0320