We arrive at Agua Caliente. It is quiet, and the people watch us with suspicion. They obviously don't like strangers ( Read more... )

It is dark out. The restless heat has vanished. The desert is now cold and quiet. I sit in front of the fire, a cigar in my mouth and memories running through my head ( Read more... )

I arrive at the saloon of San Miguel. There I hope to wash away my troubles with cheap booze ( Read more... )

I awoke with a cold sweat. Fear creeping through my spine. Regret clouding my vision. I have need for solitude, and yet I desire company. The life of a bandito like me is very lonely ( Read more... )

Hello.

I am The Outlaw Indio. This is my livejournal.

I have chosen to be mostly low key. I am only here for answers. Answers to questions. Questions that burn. I will post any answers I find and keep you up on my progress.

For now, stay away from me, amigo/amiga. You don't want to cross my path. I'm like a black cat. El Gato Negro.