Mexico, 1893

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Your friend, or to him, lover, had gotten into a huge dramatic with a powerful former official, and it was all over you.

You were always with Javier, either camping out or with him and his family, until one day, he came back to you, barging into your front door. "Mi amor?" He called out.

"I have to leave.. the country. Now." He said as he walked up to you, taking off his bandolier that hugged around his body.