"And that-a is how you draw-a flower!" Feliciano held his pencil, showing Alfred his new drawing of a flower.
"Hey now, that's pretty cool!" Alfred was amazed by the Italian's talent for art.
Feliciano looked at the desert and gave a frown, "I just-a wish there where-a more pretty flowers.. The thing I-a found here were-a tumble weeds.."
Alfred hummed in agreement, "I understand that, I barely remember the life in the North, but I remember there were green trees everywhere, aside from the Civil War, things were a lot more peaceful and fun.. I miss those days.."
"I-a remember Italy.. But-a money was hard-a to make for grandfather.." Feliciano solemnly added.
Alfred smiled, "But at least we met each other, right? Sure things suck now and we are stuck in the west, but think of adventure! I was thinking how cool it would be to become a cowboy and explore a little, since you would have to leave the plot we live on to see something!"
Feliciano looked up at him then the mesa, "There's-a adventure out there..? But it looks so empty.."
"You should have seen it during the wars this place had! Who knows, we might meet a damsel in need of help!"
The sound of girls made Feliciano jump on board, "Adventure it-a is then!"
Alfred laughed like an idiot, and the two talked before going to bed. Feliciano was spending the night at the Kirkland Ranch, after a year their friendship started to take off, Lovino even started to tolerate Alfred, not as much as Matthew, but it was progress.
As the boys(including Matthew and Lovino) where heading to bed, Arthur was in Santa Fe with Julius, discussing business with a company owner, named Lawrence Murphy.
"Arthur, friend, how is business? It has been far too long!" Murphy greeted them.
"Business is excellent as always, the Ranch is always peaceful, it sometimes reminds me of the North." Arthur greeted back.
"And Julius! How is everyone's favorite doctor?"
"Great-a as always! The girls are-a so pretty! I'm-a so happy Arthur brought me along!" Julius beamed.
"That is always good, everyone needs to know there are high class doctors as yourself." Murphy nodded.
"So Lawrence, what will this little gathering be about?" Arthur asked, "I'd really hate to leave the boys all by themselves.."
"Just to discuss any competition that has showed up in the Territory, and business, the usual." He informed them.
"That is.. Getting rid of the bad meat and vegetables is always a trouble for me.." Arthur complained.
"Why don't you give it to me?" Murphy asked.
Julius wondered off.
"Oh? Why?" Arthur was interested.
Murphy smiled, "Just more to give the Apaches, its not like they can do much, so don't worry, the donation is welcomed."
Arthur chuckled, "What a cruel man you are.."
The young boy, the one who was popular with the locals in Silver City. He sat by his mothers side while on her death bed, sickened with Tuberculosis, the mere reason they moved to New Mexico, was for her health, but even now, that was not enough.
"Momma.." He cried.
His mother assured him, "It will be okay.. Everything will be okay.."
His brother sat next to him, not knowing how to feel, their father left the house, the young- no. Henry's step-father, not seeming too happy with everything.
Henry's brother rose, "I'll.. I'll get any bread we have left..", and with that, it was only their mother, Catherine, and her son Henry.
All he could do was hug her, not wanting to lose his mother, the one who gave him the education that many lack, the talent to sing the songs that came from her homeland, Ireland.
Catherine, although weak, did her best to comfort her son, telling him God is with them, praying.
And within the night, as Henry stuck by her side, falling asleep from praying.
When he awoke, he realized that, she had slipped away as she would not breath nor wake.