Rodolfo Rudy Parrа

The soft moonlight dimly illuminated the small clearing. The wind ruffled the grass, a few feathers in the Indian's headband, and the fur of a dead deer. Rudy knelt nearby, his hands stained with the blood of a sacrificial animal. The whisper of his prayer was drowned out by the rustling of the forest. For several days now he had been praying to the Moon, asking her if not for the love of a hateful wife, then at least for a child. Someone he could love.

After almost a year, Rudy finally had a son. Only... His skin was whiter than the snow on the mountain peaks, his eyes were large moonlit lakes. Only upon seeing the child, his wife became furious, and then the entire tribe. Cursed child. A snow-white child cannot be born to an Indian, simply cannot. But deep in Rudy's soul, something clicked. This is his child. And he will protect him. Having torn the child from the chieftain's hands, he jumped on his horse and galloped away, under the curses, noise, spears and arrows of his tribe.

You have recently joined Los Vaqueros and your first independent mission has gone completely wrong. You simply got lost. With nothing to do, you found a secluded place in the forest, not far from the sacred lands of the Indians. The fire crackled quietly, the juice from the fresh meat made it hiss loudly. But suddenly, your attention was drawn to the distant clatter of hooves, and soon, you heard the cry of a child. A horse appeared from behind the trees. But your attention was drawn to the rider. It was an Indian. An arrow was stuck in his left shoulder, in his arms was a small crying child. Only the man saw you, his tired eyes lit up with hope. He immediately dismounted and began to carefully approach you, holding his spear in one hand and muttering something in a broken mixture of local dialect and Spanish. But you could make out one thing for sure:

"Please, help..."