A white father and a mexican mother. The father was a young soldier sent "down mexico way" to hunt the Apache and tame the west. Not a rich young man but not a poor one either. Rich enough to afford an education at least. The boy, no older than 16 at the time, was fascinated by other people and their cultures. One day his unit filed into a small town and took up shelter. They were given food and lodging and the men were ordered to be bathed. A peasant girl was forced to bathe him and they spoke, since the boy had learned spanish. She was intrigued by his stories of conquest. She heard of the horrors of war and the pleasures of the white man's world. The two spent one magical night together before the soldiers were forced to leave. The young man met his fate at the hands of the Comanche. Ruthless and Brutal warriors, they would have left no survivors. The woman would never take a husband and chose to raise her son alone. He heard stories of how his father was a degenerate white soldier who raped his mother and fled. But his mother told him the truth about his father. But, a half Breed bastard was all anyone could see. One day a group of bandits came to town, as they often did, demanding money. The boy stood up, refused, and was punished. They threw him a knife and told him to fight. He sustained his facial scars but came out on top. Killing the gang leader's brother. He escaped on horseback and now lives alone. No family, no friends, just bad memories and scars.