Early morning was in Mexico as Mike Burnwood woke up from his sleep by the sound of rifles. He had been here for a couple of months now. Hunting down some army captain by his name Evarado Anselmo. He heard rumors that the rebels put a great bounty on his head. So he decided to cross the border and hunt the guy down and take him out. As the sound of rifles woke Mike up, he quickly folded the blanket he covered himself with and put it in the saddlebags as he quickly got on his horse and rode quickly towards where the sound came from. After a couple of minutes of riding Mike stumbled upon a gruesome scene. Alot of bodies, all of them shot, were lying on the ground, dead. Women, men, children. Mike gets off his horse as he takes off his hat and presses it against his chest. "Of my God! What is this carnage?" Said Mike with a quiet tone as he put his hat back on his head and leaned down and patted a dead child on the head. He was probably no more then 9 or 10 years old. As Mike was doing that, a woman in her 30's ran towards him, forcing him away as he leaned down next to the child and started screaming. "My Nino, my nino, noooo, mi nino, noooo!" Mike didn't knew much spanish but as far as he knew the woman was screaming about her child. As he watched her cry her heart out, Mike went over to her and gently placed his right hand on her elbow. "I'm sorry about your child. Their deaths will be avenged, I promise." Said Mike as the woman rised up, turned towards him and with her eyes drowned in tears she wrapped her arms around Mike as she continued crying.