"You have some ghosts of your own, don't you cowboy?" Sarah's voice jerked Jesse from his memory, blinking he looked around to find her standing at the door, looking tired. "But you play really well with that hand, I'm impressed. " Jesse looked down to his mechanical arm and chuckled softly, bringing his feet down from the desk. "How'd you get it?"

"Hm?"

"Your metal arm? Never seen a cowboy with a mech-hand." Her lips tipped up in a smile that made him give one in return.

"Bout the same as anyone I suppose, had an accident. Got shot and it screwed my arm all the hell. It was dead weight, couldn't fight like that, so I had 'em take it off and give me this." He held up his hand and flexed the fingers, making a fist and looking over at her. "Pretty original, I think. Never seen another quite like me." he chuckled, remembering something.

"Was it Good or bad?"

"What?" he asked, placing the guitar on the desk and standing.

"Wherever you were while you were playing. You stopped singing some time ago, so your mind was elsewhere." She leaned in the doorway and watched him, striding to the cluttered bed in the corner and began clearing it off.

"Seems like every good memory I have, stirs up a bad one." Jesse grumbled, feeling the truth behind the words. Memories of Gabriel brought up Overwatch, Blackwatch and Genji-but also brought up Gabe's death and how Genji and him had parted ways. Memories of Rosa made him remember how he left her. Memories of Santa Fe, made him think of the old man and how he had no one left but the wandering cowboy."So from now on, my answer to your questions is gonna be both."

"First one, then the other?" Sarah asked, repeating his words from the bar. Jesse nodded as he gathered up scattered papers-bills, letters and fliers and stacked them somewhat neatly on the desk. "So how'd he know about the song? It's an American Country song?" She asked, gesturing to the old man asleep in the chair, his bottom lip jutted out slightly as his chest rose and fell with breath.

"He heard it on the radio when I was a youngin'. Then heard me sing it once, he likes to hear it now-n-then when I come round." The cowboy explained, pulling down the sheets and fluffing the pillow. "Reminds him of a different time, he told me once. Guess everyone's got their own ghosts and places they go." he turned and walked over to the elderly man, lifting him easily as Sarah walked inside, she helped him lay the frail man in the bed and covered him up with the sheets, tucking him in as Jesse looked at the time. "You should get some sleep, its awful late."

"Got ghosts of my own keeping me awake." She mumbled, Jesse made a noise trying to sound disinterested, but he watched her. "What's the old mans name?" She asked, smiling as he shifted in his sleep. Jesse stood upright and went to sit at his desk, looking around the room to see how bad of a mess it was. The old man didn't get much help around the place and Jesse guessed his maid had quit and hadn't been there in a while.

"Most folks know him as Santana." He explained as he started sifting through the papers, looking at dates on the bills.

"Like the guitar player?"

"Yup, that's the one." Jesse chuckled, flipping papers onto his chest plate, propping his legs back up on the desk as he leaned back in the chair.

"My god, he's still alive." Sarah mumbled, making Jesse stop. He lifted his head and tilt back his hat. He furrowed his brow and began to ask what she meant when she covered her mouth and snickered to herself. "He was the owner when I was here as a kid. He used to let me and a friend of mine hang out by the tree in the backyard while she worked." She hugged herself and looked at the old man sweetly. "She was real artsy-painting, drawing, music, photography..." she blinked and the thought shifted. "He was very kind to me and helped me during a tough time. I doubt he remembers me though." Jesse took off his hat and laid it on a clean spot on the desk, going back to sifting through papers, listening. "I thought he would have retired by now."

"He's to stubborn." Jesse laughed as he reached the last paper. He took the recent bills and laid them on the table before standing and grabbing the large wastebasket on the floor and began throwing away random pieces of trash after a moments inspection. "And still a slob." he scoffed, "I mean, hell I get lazy streaks but damn this is bad." He picked up a paper plate that at one point had food on it, but was just a fuzzy mess now, gagging he threw it away quickly and wiped his hand on his shirt.

"He did karaoke one night," Sarah laughed as she started helping, grabbing tissues and wrappers before bringing them to the bin. "I remember, there was this kid, only ever met him once-but he seemed nice. Had a great set of pipes on him." She tossed the papers in the bin as Jesse held it out. "He was trying so hard to cheer me up, he and Thief really put on a show." Jesse took in a sharp breath as she mentioned the name again, not dismissing it as a mistake this time. "To bad I never got his name, kid coulda went pro if he wanted I think."

"Oh?" Jesse could feel the hairs standing up on the back of his neck. "What song did he sing?"

"A duet with my friend, but I can't remember the name of the song," She paused as she picked up a broken lamp shade by the desk on the ground. "He had an effeminate singing voice, so he could really belt out those high notes you know?" She swung her arm out, holding the shade with the other pressed to her chest dramatically like a singer before snorting and chuckling. "Oh my god the looks he got from his friends were priceless, it was like they'd never seen him act so silly before."

"Y-ya don't say?" Jesse could feel the air get cold.

"You ok McCree?" Sarah asked, stepping closer as she threw away the shade.

"Y-yeah...yeah." Jesse cleared his throat and went to the couch at the far wall, throwing away some small boxes. "Just tired I guess, been a long one and I'm ready to saw some logs."

"Need anymore help cleaning up?" Sarah asked, looking around. The place was still a mess, but it had a huge improvement from what little they had done.

"Nah, but thank ya kindly darlin." Jesse smiled, tossing down the waste bucket and pulling off his red shawl. "I'ma just lay here on the couch and catch some sleep fore he wakes up for the day. No matter how old he gets, he's always up before the rooster crows."

"Alright then, what do I owe you?" She asked, reaching back into her back pocket for a wallet that had a rose shaped applique on the front. Jesse eyed it from his peripheral as he stretched his back, making it crack once.

"Not a dime sweetheart." Jesse said as he sat down on the couch, kicking off his boots. "You know Santana, and your not ready to kill him-so you must have been a friend-and he always told me friends stay free." He put his boots to the center of the couch before stretching out on it, getting comfortable. "And I paid done paid him with the song."

He put his arms behind his head and sighed, hoping she would take the hint he was ready to sleep. He closed his eyes like he was already trying to go to sleep and watched her through one cracked eye as she turned her back to him and slid her wallet into her back pocket-Jesse could have sworn he recognized the rose on the front-but from where?

She walked to the door and flipped off the light, she looked around and then looked at the old man. Her hand wandered to the door knob as she then turned to look at Jesse who hoped he looked asleep already and not being totally obvious in his watching her.

"Goodnight Jesse. Hope your ghosts let you get some rest." She said softly.

"Goodnight Sarah, yours too ya hear? You need anythin, I'll be right here." He smiled as she nodded and left, shutting the door behind her, but it was quite a while before Jesse fell aaleep to Santana's breathing and the rain pouring over the roof.

Gunshots, lots of them, several different sounds as different calibers fired off-filling Jesse's ears to the point his ears were pounding. It was dark, but a soft red light clicked on above his head, softly lighting the room around him. The room seemed familar but he knew something was odd about it, something was off. He stood from the metal bench and headed for a doorway but never made it.

There was a flurry of black smoke that swept up around Jesse's legs and pinned him to the spot, just a foot away from the door. He opened his mouth to say something, to yell and get help that he knew was close, but he felt himself lurch and heave up blood. It poured from his mouth, wracking his body in a searing pain that intensified with every heave as the blood flowed from him like a waterfall.

He looked down and saw the tip of a sword cut through his chest, when he looked up he saw bright red eyes glaring at him. When he tried to speak the red gave way to black and he heard a raspy voice yell "Die!"

"Ah!" Jesse jerked upright on the couch and clutched his chest with his normal hand, the warm air stirring making his sweat drenched hair and shirt stick to him as he panted, feeling someone's hand on him he jerked wildly and reached for the revolver on his hip when he heard a voice become clear.

"Whoa there cowboy!"

He blinked several times to adjust his blurry vision, being attacked by the sunlight coming through the window at the end of the couch, he looked down to see a gentle hand on his, still clutching his chest and another on his mechanical hand that had griped the handle of his peacekeeper.

"Easy there sugar, your shakin like a dog shittin peach seeds!" His eyes traveled up the arms to Sarah's face, she smiled gently at him and slowly pulled his arms down and into his lap as he continued to breath deep through his nose, trying to calm himself. She was sitting on the edge of the seat beside him, "Here." She held up a glass of ice water and he took it gladly, practically chugging it and shocking his system into wake up mode from the chill.

"Thank you." He half gasped as he handed her the empty glass when he was done, "What time is it?" He looked out the window and tried to guess by the sun but was still waking up and at a loss.

"Like nine or so, you ok?" She asked, putting her hand on his knee as he rubbed his forehead with the back of his hand.

"Yeah, yeah I'm alright." He pat her hand before patting her back to signal for her to let him up from the couch. She stood and crossed the room to Santana's desk and placed down the glass. As the old man shifted on the bed, pulling Jesse's attention as he moved to the edge of the couch to get up.

"Jesse? Mijo! What's wrong?" Santana asked, sounding worried as Jesse bent over, grabbing his boots and pulling them on. "You were mumbling in your sleep..." Santana continued as Jesse ran a hand through his hair, slicking it back as he took another deep breath to steady his nerves.

"Just a nightmare." He mumbled. "Damn ghosts gettin at me.

"What?" Santana called, trying to stand again but failing, he waved Sarah away as she tried to help but his frail arms shaking wildly before he gave up.

"Nightmare," Jesse said again, getting up and walking over to the bed and bent down, putting soft shoes on the old mans feet and helping him out of his bed gently.

"Demon!" The old man barked, poking Jesse in the arm when he was on the ground. "You got a demon boy! You've seen to much and they come to haunt you in your sleep!" He placed a hand on Jesse's arm as the cowboy rolled his eyes.

DIE!

The echo of the voice made Jesse shiver a bit despite the warm weather and it didn't go unnoticed. Santana waved a finger at him as he shuffled over to his desk and dug around under some papers before shuffling back, his feet dragging along the rug.

"Here," He said, putting something small in Jesse's large hand. "Keep it with you, and when you feel your demon rearing its ugly head, banish it!" Jesse looked down into his hand at the item Santana had given him and he chuckled softly. It was a rosary that had little roses all along the chain.

More Roses. Jesse thought as he chuckled once more, "Alright old man, if that's what you want." He put the rosary in his breast pocket as he turned to Sarah. "I suppose your headin out to find that place huh?" He asked, putting his hand on his hip and putting on a half assed smile.

"Unless you need me here to help with something?" Sarah smiled brightly, putting her hands behind her and lacing them. Jesse shook his head and his grin was a little more true this time, then he felt Satnana poking him hard in the chest.

"I LIKE her!" Santana snapped, giving Jesse a hard look, one eye slightly squinted and the other widened. "She is nice! She kept me company while you were fightin off your demon!" Sarah laughed by the desk, the sound filling the room.

"You called her a prostitute last night!" Jesse laughed, holding up his hands as the old man tried to get up in his face.

"Bringin home strange ladies in at the dark of night, what am I supposed to think! But she's sweet!" Sarah was chuckling now, waving as she headed toward the door, Jesse lifted his gaze and nodded to her when Santana smacked him on the forehead to get his attention back. "I think she's good for you!" This made Jesse give him a hard look, putting his hands on his hips and drawing himself up so he towered over the little man. "Don't fuck this up boy!" Santana barked, smacking Jesse on the mouth with the tips of his hands as he tried to argue. "Like you fucked up the last girl who was good for you, you let that one get away!" Santana slapped his hand on Jesse's chest as Jesse averted his dark eyes, of all the days he had to remember everything.

"Yeah well, you aint gotta add salt to the wound old man." Jesse grumbled as he walked around Santana who crossed his arms and stared Jesse down, the cowboy picked up his hat and settled it onto his head. "I got work to do down at the shack." He turned and looked at the old man. "You alright if I leave you alone for a few hours? You got a phone don't ya?" Santana waved to the corner of the room where a corded phone sat, dusty and forgotten. Jesse strode to it and programed it so it had his number on speed dial, not trusting the old man to remember or be able to punch in so many numbers. "My cell number." Jesse said, holding up the receiver and pointing to the number one. "Press one, then call...hey are you listening?" he asked as Santana went to look out the door where Sarah had gone.

"She seems...familiar." Santana murmuered, his eyes distant as he watched her walk down the stairs. "Mijo...why does she seem so familiar?" He watched as she turned left at the end of the stairs instead of going straight and went back into the back yard.

"Your loosin it old man." Jesse sighed, putting down the phone and following him as he shuffled out the door and down the hall to where the railing ended. From there you could over look the back courtyard where several chairs and tables sat forgotten, leaves and debris from the wind covering them like Halloween decorations. Santana leaned on the railing and watched as Sarah walked up to the fountain and walked along it, her hand gliding across the stone. It was dry and there was trash and leaves down inside it but she looked at it fondly before turning her attention out further, out into a field with a lone tree.

"She's been here before..." Santana said in a hushed tone, watching as she slowly strode out into the field toward the large dead tree. "Hasn't she."

"Says she has." Jesse admitted, trying to keep the thoughts of their earlier conversations out of his mind. Denying who she said she was.

"I know I know her..." Santana murmured, his old and tired eyes squinting as her form became smaller in the distance. "Mijo, you know her too."

"Says I do." Jesse grumbled, leaning against the railing beside Santana and watched her approach the tree, barely able to see her put her hand on its trunk and look up at its long, thin branches that stood bare against the sky.

"What's her name..." Santana asked, his voice trailing off as if he wasn't done speaking, but he stayed silent.

"Sarah." Jesse said flatly, watching as her form moved around the tree and looked back at the hotel.

"No...no she's got a different name." Santana shook his head and watched as she started to come back toward the hotel, moving slowly, her arms wrapped around herself. "We know her by a different name...what was it..." Jesse flicked his thumb in the air for a minute like he was playing with an invisible lighter before lowering his gaze to the tiles on the ground that were part of the lower courtyard.

"Rosa, Santana, it was Rosa."

"The one who got away from you Mijo..." Santana's dull eyes went wide as he stared off into the blank space of the sky. "Does she know its you, have you reunited after all these years?"

"No." Jesse shook his head, his hat dipping down as he lowered his head between his hands and stretched out his back. "If it really is her, she doesn't recognize me. Hell," he chuckled, "if it is really Rosa down there, I didn't recognize her either...twenty years will do that to people I guess. But.."

"You have to tell her Mijo!" Santana urged, gripping the rolled up sleeve of Jesse's flannel red shirt and pulling. "You must!"

"No Santana!" Jesse snapped more hatefully than he intended, feeling guilty as the old mans grip softened on him and his milky eyes turned down. "Look, I got a lot of people out after my head. Wouldn't put it past more than a few of them to know about Rosa and send someone down pretending to be her to get me to let down my guard. Then I end up dead over an old fling." But Santana's grip tightened again.

"Then test her boy, find out if it really is her! You knew her as well as she knew herself, don't turn your back on a chance fates given you to have her back if it is her!" The old man persisted and it made Jesse groan, he knew no matter what he said that Santana wasn't going to let up on it. He had adored Rosa like the daughter he never had, and ever since they had parted ways he would reminisce about her and scold Jesse for not making her his wife and giving him grandkids by now-despite him not being any relation to him what so ever.

"How am I supposed to do that?" he asked, "I can't very well just ask her about the time she spent here, anyone could know all that."

"Not about the times you were alone." Santana whispered, a realization that came to him. "Don't look at me like that Jesse." he pointed a finger at the cowboy who glared at him. "You were a horny teenage boy, you can't tell me there weren't times you two weren't truly alone without anyone else around!"

Jesse thought through the time he had spent with Rosa, vague memories floating back that he hadn't thought about in years. Every memory he had of her, had someone else with it. Gabe, Jack, Ana, Ami, Santana, Genji, even an asshole whose name he never bothered to learn. Then one came to him, his eyes widening caught Santana's attention and a knowing grin crossed the old mans face as he pat Jesse's cheek gently with his hand.

"I got work to get to." Jesse said quickly, standing straight and tipping down his hat. "Remember my number is set on your phone, press one and then call, got it?" He turned his back to Santana and listened as the old man sighed.

"Yeah, yeah." The old man laughed and went back to leaning on the rail as Sarah drew closer, waving to her when she was within talking distance. "Where you off to now?" He called down, making Jesse stop and listen.

"Town I suppose, I need a few things and need to find a place to stay for a while, got some business to attend to." She called up, sounding cheerful.

"Nonsense! I like you! You stay here!" Santana laughed heartily. "I wont take no for an answer, don't break this old mans heart!" Jesse rolled his eyes as he hear Sarah laugh again.

"Well I wouldn't want to be rude! Are you sure I wont be a bother?"

"Of course not! Jesse's the only one who ever comes by to visit, my son is long past this world-I enjoy your company!" Santana yelled, looking over his shoulder to Jesse.

"Then I'll be back this afternoon!" She called happily, sounding a hint of relieved as Jesse grumbled to himself and started walking, with each echoing step he dived further and further into a memory where the concrete under his foot wasn't quite so old and dirty.