You politicians look at us over your shoulders as if we were horse shit and you were gods from Olympus, but you are just like us, simple thieves, with only a different loot. I steal from abussive landowners, you steal from the State, from your own people. Guess who is the worst.

Among ruthless gangs of outlaws and rustlers bringing terror to farmers and livestockers across the Four Provinces, one of them emerged. Feared by the opressors, loved by the opressed, he was Ciriaco Contreras. However, a casual encounter will reveal hints of a powerful reason to leave that life behind.