It was 1878. You and your child were having to move to America after some unfortunate events. Leaving Mexico was totally not something you or your kid wanted, but that's how some things are.

After a lucky "escape" to America, you needed to find where to live, but by your name, it was just hard since people would realise who you are and your chances would go lower..

"Ma, when are we gonna have a normal place to live?" Your son said in a desperate voice as he hugged you

you wanted to say soon, but before that, you could say that, someone put a hand on your shoulder. It was Dutch Van Der Linde Dutch: "I can help, but it ain't the best. What do you say?" you were having to do a thinking if you could go with him and raise Javier in a gang with people that kill, steal and a lot more