Jane sat nervous and anxious in the wagon on the way to Rio Bravo, it had been a long and tiring journey. The sound of the horses hoofs would be enough to put her to sleep, if it wasn't for the uneven wobbling and rattling of the wooden cart. It had been years since she had seen her brother; she had stayed at home to care for her father who suffered with ill health while her brother moved towns in search of his dreams. But there was nothing left for her at home now, her father had since passed away, so she sent word to her brother letting him know of his father's passing and her intentions to come and stay with him.

Suddenly she heard a huge commotion from outside; she poked her head out and saw a tanned, dark haired drunken man, wearing a matching brown/green jacket and cowboy hat stumbling around straight in front of the galloping horses. By sheer luck he managed to avoid being trampled by the galloping horses but was unlucky enough to crack his head on the wood of the wagon as he staggered out the way.

Jane gasped in shock as she saw the scruffy looking man, get knocked into the dust by the speeding cart.
"Please...stop, stop the cart!" Jane cried, as she lifted up her long, floor length gown and jumped off of the wagon as it ground to a halt.
"Ma'am, Ma'am I don't think we should be stopping until we get you safe to your brother" The wagon driver said, but she ignored him and rushed to the side of the unconscious man.

As she got closer to the unconscious body she could smell the alcohol on his breath, it was potently strong. Hot sticky blood ran down the side of his tanned face, she couldn't help but notice how rough and tired his face was. His dark hair was greasy and unkempt and dark stubble covered his face making his handsome face look worn.
"Quick I need your help to get him in the wagon" Jane ordered to the driver.
"It's just Borrachón, he'll be fine just gotta sleep it off like he always does" The driver chuckled aware of the man's drinking habits.
"No he's hurt, he's...he's bleeding" She said urgently, the driver sighed impatiently and walked up to her.
"Oh damn must have cracked his head on the wagon, I thought we'd cleared him" The driver cursed.
"If I can get him to my brothers I can patch him up there" Jane said looking up at the driver, her eyes pleading for him to help her.
"Alright, alright" The driver sighed; Jane was thankful for the large muscular bulk of the wagon driver as he scooped the man up in his muscular arms and put him in the back of the wagon.

Jane sat there in the back of the wagon, supporting the injured man's head. As she did so she wondered what the man's story was, what could possibly have driven this man to alcoholism? He was a face without a name, the driver had said he was Borrachón but who or what was that? She was determined to find out but first she needed to get to her brothers and patch him up.

She slumped into a chair in one of her brother's spare bedrooms, worn out and exhausted. She'd had to give her driver a huge tip to help her get this man into one of the beds. She knew she would never have been able to manage herself but things could only be easier from here. She wasn't surprised to find her brother not home she assumed that with the job he had he was often out. Carefully with a cloth and cold water she washed away the blood from his face and patched up the gash on his head. The alcohol on his breath was still so strong, she hated to think of how much this man had consumed. "What's your story?" She said to herself as she applied the bandage round his head.

Suddenly the bedroom door opened and Jane jumped with surprise, she turned round and saw her brother stood there in the door way.
"Chance!" She squealed happily and rushed to him, wrapping her arms round his waist. "Chance, oh my God what happened?" She gasped with concern as she saw blood too running down her brother's face.
"Problem down the saloon, it's alright I'm fine" His eyes drifted over to his spare bed. "What's he doing here?" Chance glared.
"You know him?" Jane asked surprised and Chance nodded his head.
"That's Dude, he was my deputy, though more of the town drunk now" Jane couldn't help but notice the tone of disgust and disappointment in his voice. "He's who smashed my skull in" Chance sighed sadly.
"What, why?" She gasped.
"He was desperate for a drink, got down on his knees to get a dollar out of a spittoon so I kicked it so he decided to hit me over the head with an axe handle" Chance explained sadly, remembering how low his deputy who he'd raised like a son had sunk.

Dude moaned and moved his head to the side in his sleep, startling them both.
"We need to talk" Chance said sternly, grabbing her wrist and pulling her out the room and closing the door behind them.
"I want him out of here" Chance sternly whispered as he glared at her.
"What! We can't kick him out he's hurt" Jane said shocked.
"Look...no one cares about him more than I do... I tried to help him today and what does he do? Bashes my skull in...I've given him a heap of chances" Chance whispered.
"We can't kick him out now" Jane hissed.
"I don't want him near you Jane, he's my friend but you get to close he'll drag you down, today I've almost been killed by the crap he causes" Chance said sternly.
"Look Chance...It's nice that you're playing the protective big brother routine so seriously, considering I haven't seen you for years, but I think I can look after myself, and we can't just kick out an injured man" Jane snapped, causing Chance to sigh with frustration. He had forgotten how stubborn she could be.
"Fine but as soon as he's well enough he's leaving, I don't want you getting close to him Jane I mean that" He said sternly, she could see he was deadly serious and nodded in agreement. Once he was well enough why would she want him to stay?