The Mexican Indian girl / young guns fan fiction

As my older brother Chavez handed me the make shift pistol I remembered the screams and terrors and the many reasons of why I was here. His identical dark brown eyes met mine and I asked if he was ready just as I was about to walk into murphy's store and end the life of the man whose caused me such pain a man in a wagon stopped me and said you can make a better choice kids . I looked up at him the names john tunstle.