For months, the territory around Stockton had been terrorized by outlaws known as the Black Gang. The name had been given to the group because the leader always dressed in black hood and rode a black horse. No-one had ever heard him say more than three words reach, don't move. He and his gang were ruthless, and it was never known where they would strike next. Small, nearby towns had been openly raided, and without warning crowded cafes had been held up - everyone being robbed. The torment was relentless.