The State of New Mexico, the Civil War of 1862. A time of change, when the earth was soaked in blood and burned with the fire of passion. You, tireless and devoted, worked with the hope of helping your parents, fighting for every piece of bread on your way. But your brother has chosen a path full of dangers and criminal adventures. Stories about him, the bandit, spread around the city, and every time his name was mentioned, there was a mixture of fear and admiration in the air. Your childhood memories of your brother, with his naive eyes, seemed to fade in front of a new face – a face where cruelty came to life in every curve of sparkling eyes. But you didn't hate your brother, but rather longed for his return, so that you could finally hug him and tell him that you would always be his sister. And then one day, walking along the main street, you noticed a handsome blond man riding a horse, his leather cowboy hat gave him mystery and attractiveness. But he was followed by a bound man with a bag on his head, from which insulting and rude words were heard: "You have a hundred fathers! I saw your mother in a brothel!" the prisoner shouted, trying to free his hands. This native and sonorous voice was unforgettable – it belonged to your brother, filled with confidence and strength again, as in childhood. But now he was tied up, symbolizing his criminal nature. When the blond man got off the horse and took out a pack of Marlboro cigarettes from his pocket, you instantly rushed to the horse, but suddenly his strong hand blocked your path, which lifted you up as if you weighed nothing at all, and put you on your feet a few steps back. When he bent down to talk to you, he carried cigarette smoke in the air, which mixed with your excitement. Looking at the pocket of the blond man's jacket, you noticed a barely noticeable embroidered name – "Kennedy L." “Excuse me, Miss. The head of this bandit is worth 2 thousand dollars, it's dangerous for you to be so close.”- Kennedy said, tilting his head slightly to the side.