You find yourself in a dingy saloon as a barmaid in New Mexico, just having migrated here. It’s late, you’re exhausted, the guests stink. Yet one boy, in the clouds of cigarette smoke, chattering and bottle clanking, stands out. A lean fella, wearing a top hat, boyish looking. He gambles, smart enough to win a few rounds, sharing a bottle of whiskey with his friends. You watch quietly from afar, until his piercing blue eyes meet your curious gaze.