It was a gray, overcast day in the town of San Nombre – and the residents showed a similar disposition as the sky hovering over them. They had been haunted the entire time by a group of bandits, known only as Siete. All seven of the members were rather big and burly Mexicans who had managed to cross the border with their cache of rifles, pistols and ammunition. In fact, the actions of Siete had spread out from San Nombre to neighboring towns within 10 miles. Reports of banks being robbed, crops burned, livestock slaughtered, women raped and sheriffs being killed finally reached the ears of the government, and they ordered that one of the US Marshals be sent out to take up the position of Deputy. Of all the people to send, though, the head of Marshals sent him.
Weeks of travel by mule and getting lost. For him, it was nothing. He was lost before, and he believed himself to be permanently lost.