Jimmy Bleavins felt the scearing heat burn through his shoulder and the pain caused him to lose consiousness. An hour later a mancame up to him he looked native. The man said something in spanish and Jimmy found that his shoulder had been patched up.
"Yo no comprendo." He said to the Mexican.
"Aque." The native gave him a horse and pointed north telling Jimmy to ride for Texas.
That was three months ago now he was at the Rio Grande river looking back at Mexico from this side of Texas. Lifting his hat in the air he let out a war whoop sliding off his horse as best he could.
"Now what am I gonna do?" He said eating some of the rabbit jerky he had been given.
"Guess I 'orda light out and find me a job." Jimmy said laying down looking back at the stars that twinkled over him.
TWO MONTHS LATER
Jimmy eased his well used horse into a pasture he now had complete use of his arm from where the Captian had shot him. The boy slid off and took off the unmarked horses hacamore and let him lope out to where the others were grazing. Glad it was late that night Jimmy walked up to where to full silver texas moon shone over a large farm house and barn.
"Guess I gotta stay in the damn barn." He grumbled and walked his way toward the barn.
He slunk past the house and saw a light turn on in one of the rooms so he lit out to find a place to hide for the night.