They called her Red Jack, for her hair was as bright as an outback sunset, hanging to her waist from beneath a stained cattleman's hat. On her jet-black stallion, Mephistopheles, she roved the north in the 1880s and 90s. Where did she come from, and where did she go? No one knows for sure, but the mystery lives on. The Ragged Thirteen were a band of thirteen larrikins who put their stamp on Australian folklore with their devil-may-care journey across the wild Northern Australian frontier. They were not bushrangers, but were certainly inclined to bend the law. This fictional account is based on the recollections of settlers and pioneers, but is, most of all, a yarn in the best traditions of the word.