AN:Just to let you know that when saying the name Jesus, it's actually pronounced as "Hay-sus"

Chapter 21:

Brett had his head leaning against the window of the train as it carried him, Quinton and Jonah to Mexico. Their horses were in the animal carriages.

He was half asleep as he attempted to not really fight to stay awake.

It had been about three days since he finalised everything to begin travel to Mexico so he could find out what he could about Santiago Lopez and his connection with Dutch, hell, a part of him hoped that Dutch would be there, would certainly save him the trouble of finding him in America.

First thing he did was move Ben, Santana and Rachel to Kurt and Jesse's place. He didn't even tell his deputies about it. He told Puck and Finn about what was happening. Finn wanted to join him, but Jenny was now pregnant and he didn't want to leave her alone, so he stayed, but decided that perhaps it was time to go visit his mother and Burt who lived a couple of towns over since he took over their shop in McKinley.

"Ma would appreciate seeing Jenny and tending to her, and me of course," Finn had said to him.

"You be safe, you hear," Brett said to him as he shook his hand.

"Hey, you best be safe too, I don't want to see you three coming back in a box,"

"Will try, who's looking after your place?"

"Got some guys to do it, good friends, just told 'em Jenny and I need time for each other, didn't say where I was going,"

"Good, you best be going then,"

Finn tipped his hat at them as he and Jenny disappeared from McKinley.

Puck wanted to join them on their trip to Mexico, but Brett wanted him to stay behind to look after his and Quinton's family. Puck joked with him about it saying that Brett got him out of a pickle because now he has an excuse not to join and get his ass kicked or shot.

Leaving was the hard part. Santana was crying and started speaking in Spanish before he left, she hugged him so tight he felt like he couldn't breathe as he hugged her back just as tight.

"Te amo," Santana whispered to him, "Por favor venga en casa sin peligro," (I love you, Please come back home safely).

"Me volveré a casa con seguridad, prometo, y cuando consigo el hogar, estaremos libres y seremos seguros, todos nosotros," Brett said as he kissed her lips and she kissed him deeply back. (I will come back home safely, I promise, and when I get home, we'll be free and we'll be safe, all of us).

Santana just cried into his shoulder as she kissed his neck.

"Te amo Santana, y le prometo, volveré a casa," he said to her as he looked at Rachel who was holding Ben, waiting patiently for her turn to say goodbye to him, and more importantly, to Quinton. (I love you Santana, and I promise you, I will come home).

Brett took Ben into his arms as he hugged his son, "Bye Ben, I promise you, I will be home soon, Daddy will be home soon, promise," he said as he kissed his son's head.

"And Jonah, you be careful out there okay, don't try and be a hero," Santana said as she hugged Jonah tightly.

"I will Ma, promise," Jonah said as he hugged her tightly.

"Good boy,"

"Quinton, be safe okay," Rachel said as she kissed Quinton's lips.

"I will," Quinton said as he took her into his arms.

"Please be safe, I don't want you to come home in a box,"

"I will do my best,"

"I love you,"

"I love you too,"

"And Quinton,"

"Yes?"

"When you get home, we have some things to discuss, okay,"

"About what?"

"Get home and you will find out, okay,"

Quinton nodded his head as he, Brett and Jonah boarded the train.

"So, it shouldn't be long before we reach Chuparosa, I sent a telegram to Pistol, so here's hoping she got it," Quinton said.

"How are things with her and her Latina girl?" Brett asked.

"Good when I spoke to her last, her wife is pregnant, so Pistol will be having a family soon, so that's good,"

"How the hell does that work?"

"Probably got a male to contribute, I have no idea,"

"But how?"

"Hey, how she wants to start her family is her business, at least she's happy,"

"Yeah that's true,"

"So, word is that Lopez has taken over the compound where we caught Williamson,"

"Damn, do we have to be in the hay again?"

"Maybe, but we'll see,"

Brett groaned at that.

"Food in that carriage is the bee's knees," Jonah said as he wiped his face and sat in his seat, interrupting their conversation.

"Bee's knees?" Brett asked.

"Oh, um, it's really good,"

"Ah,"

"So Pa,"

"Yeah?"

"What are we gonna do when we get to Mexico?"

"I still find it weird that you call him Pa, Bison's what, only about ten years older than you," Quinton said.

"I thought he is thirteen years older, he's twenty-nine now, right?" Jonah said.

"Hell boy, I ain't that old, Quinton is though, he's almost thirty now, aren't you old man?" Brett laughed.

"Hey, I'm not that much older than you, you're only twenty-seven," Quinton said annoyed and yet couldn't quite stay angry about it, "At least I'm not a Pa to a youngin' yet,"

"Yeah, yeah,"

"I like calling him Pa, even if he's not that much older," Jonah tried.

"It's still weird,"

"Not it's not,"

"Save your strength Jonah, sleep, we will need it in Mexico, it's hell hot there," Brett said as he sat back in his chair, put his feet up and pulled his hat over his eyes.

"Pa,"

"Yeah?"

"You didn't answer the question,"

"What question?"

"What are we going to do when we get to Mexico?"

"Get the horses, telegram the family, find some rooms, locate Lopez, arrest him if need be,"

"Okay,"

"Now rest,"

"Yes Pa,"

Once the three arrived in Mexico, they unloaded their gear before getting their horses.

"Well, well, well, look who's back, Bison, good to see you boy, and Paws, who's the newbie?" Sue asked as she shook the three's hands.

"This is my son Jonah, ain't got his own name yet," Brett said as Jonah shook Sue's hand, but felt slightly intimidated by her so he scooted quickly back to Brett.

"Son? Thought he was born about a year ago,"

"That's my son Ben, Jonah's adopted,"

"I see, hmmm, anyway, I have your rooms set up for the night and we will go over details later, I need Paws to look at my wife, make sure things are going good,"

"Shall do Pistol," Quinton said as he followed Sue.

"She's scary," Jonah said.

"Of course I am boy," Sue yelled back making Jonah pale a bit.

"And has great hearing," Brett laughed as he hitched his and Quinton's horses to the posts and waited for Jonah to hitch his horse.

They went into their shared room and looked at the beds.

"Huh, this is the room where I looked after your Ma," Brett said as he sat down on the bed.

"You did?" Jonah asked.

"Yeah, she was hurt real bad and Quinton saved her, and I was here looking after her as she got better,"

"I didn't know she was from Mexico,"

Brett gave him a look.

"Honest, I never considered it, she's just Ma to me," Jonah said.

"That she is, who knows, maybe you'll meet a beautiful Latina here too," Brett said as he put all their gear down and walked out the door, Jonah following him.

"You think?" he asked.

"You keen to?"

"Yeah, I mean, Ma's really beautiful, and she's loving and caring, I'm wondering if it's a Latina thing,"

"No, I was just fortunate, that she is, all women have the ability to be loving and caring like your Ma, look at Rachel, she's like Santana in that caring way, but she's not Latina,"

"Yeah that's true,"

"And Finn's girl Jenny, she's caring too,"

"I guess so Pa, but I mean, I just think that, you know, well, I like the look of Latina girls,"

"You've only seen Ma around the house,"

"I don't mean that Pa, I mean, well, I just, I've seen them around before and I always thought they were real pretty looking,"

"I see,"

"Hey you two, what you talking about?" Quinton asked as he joined them at the bar and ordered some whiskey for the three of them.

"Latina's," Brett said.

"Oh, you looking for a bride, boy?"

"Um, well, no, I mean I do, but I, well," Jonah stammered.

"Aw, he's blushing Bison," Quinton laughed.

"He sure is," Brett laughed.

Jonah took his whiskey shot and spluttered at the taste of it, "Argh, this is strong and disgusting," he spluttered as he made spitting sounds but nothing came out.

"Your first whiskey boy?" Quinton asked as he nodded his head.

Brett laughed as he took his whiskey.

"So, boys, let's get down to business," Sue said as she came into the bar and sat at one of the tables.

She put a bunch of paper work on the desk and showed them.

"It seems that Santiago Lopez is gaining a lot of power here in Mexico, good for some, bad for the majority, there is talks of a revolution," Sue said as the three men looked at her.

"Isn't a revolution something that only happens if there's someone in charge?" Brett asked.

"You haven't been reading the papers have you? Or keeping up with the gossip around,"

"No, I haven't, no in Mexico anyway, we have enough problems in America,"

"Lopez is in charge now,"

"What?"

"He is, he has power, but he is a tyrant, sources for me say that he's plotting to get you back, he keeps mentioning you and Santana, he's been planning for the last year at least,"

"Damn, I didn't know that, I was getting over some rough stuff and was working against some local gangs,"

"I know, I heard about it,"

"How?"

"What Sue needs to know, she will know,"

Brett just looked at her but nodded his head anyway.

"Anyway, there are a fair few locals here who would love to get rid of him, like Jose Gonzalez over there," Sue said as she waved at the barman.

Jose came over to them, "Hola," he said.

"So, you want to get rid of Lopez?" Brett asked.

"Si Senor, what he did to his daughter, no me gusta," (I don't like it).

"Yeah, me too,"

"He is not a good man, I do not know how he can treat his daughter like that gringo,"

"Me neither, so, how do we get rid of him?"

"First I need you to do something for me,"

"Okay?"

"My daughter Maria, she's been captured she's part of the revolution here in Mexico, they captured her along with some others, please senor, save her,"

"We will, where are they holding her?"

"North of Casa Madrugada, at a place called El Matadero, there is a small canyon close by with a cave at the end, they have a prison there, I don't know what they are doing to her, please, save her,"

Brett looked at Jonah and then at Quinton, "Well son, let's go shall we, Paws is gonna stay here in case something happens,"

Quinton nodded his head, now that the town knew he was back, people were flocking in to see him again for medical treatment.

"Be safe brother," Quinton said as he tilted his hat at Brett and then at Jonah.

"I'll keep digging up information for you, make sure it's safe enough for us to get into the compound and all that and make sure that Lopez is there," Sue said as she got up and tipped her hat at everyone.

"So, how do we make sure your daughter knows we're there to help her?" Brett asked Jose as he got up from the bar.

"She remembers you and Santana, so she will know," Jose replied, "Oh, and at El Matadero, look for a man named Jesus, he'll be cutting meat in a big shed, he'll lead you where you need to go,"

Brett nodded his head as he and Jonah mounted their horses and took off.

The two rode for about three hours before they reached their destination.

Hitching their horses, the two found their way to the Meat Barn.

"Hello?" Brett called out.

"Hola Gringo," a man said, "How can I help you?"

"I'm looking for Jesus,"

"That's me, oh, you must be the guys, follow me,"

Brett walked after the man, Jonah followed but kept his hand on his pistol just in case, though he was tempted to take his rifle that was currently shouldered.

"You are here in time Gringo, they have started to move and execute the prisoners, Santiago Lopez and his Army don't like it that there are those going against him," Jesus said.

"Means he has something to hide if he's doing this," Brett muttered.

"Yeah, women, men, even children gringo, children,"

"Bastard,"

As Jesus lead them to the back of the small settlement, he made them wait by the rock.

"Okay, I'll cause a distraction, take their horses and meet me at the end of the canyon after you get the girl," he said to Brett who nodded his head at him.

"Ready son?" Brett asked Jonah.

"As I'll ever be," Jonah said as he took in a deep breath and held out his rifle.

"Don't shoot until I say so, okay, and stay behind cover as much as possible,"

"Yes sir,"

As they watched Jesus talk to the guards and then piss them off enough to chase him, Brett and Jonah crept into the entrance.

One of the army men spotted them and yelled out to his buddies.

"Oh shit," Brett said, "Start shooting son,"

"To kill sir?" Jonah asked.

"Don't have choice, it's either they kill us or we kill them,"

A bullet whistled pass their heads as the two started shooting.

"Careful of the dynamite," Brett yelled as he dodged the bullets and hid behind rocks as he slowly advanced forward.

He peeked out a bit as he shot at one soldier after another before ducking and reloading his rifle, he would leave his pistol for when he had no choice.

Jonah slide across the ground as he attempted to get rid of as many soldiers as possible, the bullets scared him as they whistled passed him, one nearly nicked him making him duck, but continue to shoot anyway.

The fire fight went on for a bit.

Brett advanced forward holding no fear, he heard Jonah yelp behind him but figured the boy must have been caught off guard as sometimes the soldiers seemingly popped out of nowhere.

Eventually the gun fire ceased as Brett stood by the back of the cave, he could see a girl behind the bars, she looked exhausted and beaten.

"Maria?" he called out as the girl looked up at him.

"Senor?" she started.

"I'm here to help you, hold on," Brett said as he waited for Jonah who had yet to show up next to him, "Jonah, where are you son?"

"Pa?" Jonah started as Brett turned to look at him.

"Oh no,"

"Pa, it hurts,"

Brett stared in horror as he realised that Jonah had been shot.