Clive was not intent on creating trouble, but he was always found in the centre of every battle the Broken Hill gang fought. Being the oldest and tallest, he naturally considered himself the leader of what was a thoroughly mixed up group of individuals. Trouble seemed to follow each and every gang ~member. However today we had to decide what to do about the Brown twins. Their snot covered faces and blooded knees proved that they had completed our acceptance rituals. Did we really wish to allow them in, for the smell of another gang travelled in their wake.