She appeared on the loneliest stretches of merry olde England's roads at the times when she was least expected, plundering handsome young specimens of nobility of their gold, jewellery, trinkets and cash.

This is, of course, the swashbuckling tale of the legendary and notorious highwaywoman, Katy Crackling, daredevil in manner and shamelessly saucy...an enigmatic vixen on horseback.

Famed for her striking auburn locks, which were often tied back in a ponytail, her penetrating green eyes and her devil-may-care attitude, she was a woman feared and idolised throughout the leafy countryside.

Her scalliwag beauty concealed beneath her three-cornered hat, mask and cloak, she stalked the highways and byways on her jet black stallion, armed with razor-sharp wits, pistols and a horsewhip, the mastery of which she took great delight in displaying at the expense of her unfortunate victims.

Upon holding up a coach in the dead of night, she would greet her terrified prey with the notorious cry, Stand hard, my bonny lads, and give Katy what she craves!

When gentlemen travellers came under Katy's hand, they never forgot it, for she seldom failed to depart without leaving them empty pockets and bearing the stripes of her playful lash upon their stinging rumps.

Indeed, many of Katy's quarry grew restless and bored with life after an encounter with her and, strange as it may seem, they usually spoke of her with an odd fondness in their voices for the remainder of their days.

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