Cocaine Cowboys [Open/OOC/Signup]

[North America Inc]

Since you have a Watson, or a character from another fiction, may I play basically as Anton Chigurh.

[The Knockout Gun Gals]

Since you have a Watson, or a character from another fiction, may I play basically as Anton Chigurh.

Just copied the name and the picture. Occupation and perhaps personality-wise, he's different.

[Kentucky Fried Land]

Name: Tobias “Chevy” Pliego
Age: 20
Ethnicity: Mexican-American
Appearance: Chevy
Personal Weapon: Astra Terminator
Biography:

Tobias was born in Morelos, Mexico, in 1965. Born to a pairing of poor parents determined to get out of the criminal addled state of Mexico, he only hung around Morelos for a measly three years before getting shipped up north towards the border. In a hay truck with his parents, they were caught during a random search, and sent packing back to Morelos. There they stayed for a while longer, about ten years longer. Tobias was forced to leave his friends behind, some of the best he’d every made, back in Morelos as they went for another go at the wall.

This time, once again in a hay truck, they escaped. Landing in Crystal City, they took a short hike to San Antonio (with the help of a Good Samaritan driver) and settled down in the free world for three years. Criminal activity just seemed to follow Tobias and his family, as his father and mother were both shot and killed in a robbing later in life. Tobias, with nowhere left to turn, headed to El Paso to work for his uncle in his mechanic shop. It was there he found his natural prowess; working on cars.

It was here he found his affinity for music. It was here that he found his love for mechanic work. It was here that he got his nickname. And it was here that he stayed for the next few years, until the latest gang made their way into their little shop. His uncle tried to fight it at first; but it was no use. No man was that strong-willed. Becoming a drug transport for them, and sometimes forking over money (something the gang called “our little safety tax”) they learned to cope with the gang.

But upon El Oso’s death, they were asked (commanded) to come to a meeting. Tobias’ uncle gave him a gun, and sent him on his way.

[Insaeldor]

What time of day is it on the IC?

Currently it's Dusk.

Name: Tobias “Chevy” Pliego
Age: 20
Ethnicity: Mexican-American
Appearance: Chevy
Personal Weapon: Astra Terminator
Biography:

Tobias was born in Morelos, Mexico, in 1965. Born to a pairing of poor parents determined to get out of the criminal addled state of Mexico, he only hung around Morelos for a measly three years before getting shipped up north towards the border. In a hay truck with his parents, they were caught during a random search, and sent packing back to Morelos. There they stayed for a while longer, about ten years longer. Tobias was forced to leave his friends behind, some of the best he’d every made, back in Morelos as they went for another go at the wall.

This time, once again in a hay truck, they escaped. Landing in Crystal City, they took a short hike to San Antonio (with the help of a Good Samaritan driver) and settled down in the free world for three years. Criminal activity just seemed to follow Tobias and his family, as his father and mother were both shot and killed in a robbing later in life. Tobias, with nowhere left to turn, headed to El Paso to work for his uncle in his mechanic shop. It was there he found his natural prowess; working on cars.

It was here he found his affinity for music. It was here that he found his love for mechanic work. It was here that he got his nickname. And it was here that he stayed for the next few years, until the latest gang made their way into their little shop. His uncle tried to fight it at first; but it was no use. No man was that strong-willed. Becoming a drug transport for them, and sometimes forking over money (something the gang called “our little safety tax”) they learned to cope with the gang.

But upon El Oso’s death, they were asked (commanded) to come to a meeting. Tobias’ uncle gave him a gun, and sent him on his way.

Ayyy Kentucky, of course you're accepted.

[Insaeldor]

Alright just posted, it's not long but it'll keep the ball rolling for use while we wait for some other to post/get to the house. Good time for some character development.

[East Kerbin]

Name: Daniels "Cloudy" Duckworth
Age: 41
Ethnicity: American
Appearance: Grey-haired, short man
Personal Weapon: Mini-14
Biography:

Raised by his drug-dealing father, Cloudy has seen his share of cocaine, marijuana, and meth. At only 12, he made his first trade: 12 bucks for 1 ounce of hand-made pot. From that day forward he aided his father in dealing drugs with Mexicans, Colombians, and any other person willing to take the risk.
When he was 18, his father was shot in the south of the Chihuahua Desert. He was late to arrive to the bad trade, concussing his fathers killer with a bag of cocaine. He took the murderer's rifle, and kept it under the "keep what you kill" idea. He left the desert with the Mini-14 loaded with pure death and anger.

[Insaeldor]

Name: Daniels "Cloudy" Duckworth
Age: 41
Ethnicity: American
Appearance: Grey-haired, short man
Personal Weapon: Mini-14
Biography:

Raised by his drug-dealing father, Cloudy has seen his share of cocaine, marijuana, and meth. At only 12, he made his first trade: 12 bucks for 1 ounce of hand-made pot. From that day forward he aided his father in dealing drugs with Mexicans, Colombians, and any other person willing to take the risk.
When he was 18, his father was shot in the south of the Chihuahua Desert. He was late to arrive to the bad trade, concussing his fathers killer with a bag of cocaine. He took the murderer's rifle, and kept it under the "keep what you kill" idea. He left the desert with the Mini-14 loaded with pure death and anger.

Denied
-biography is lackluster and doesn't explain his relation to the stores events
-when he got mini-14 it be 1962, well before the rifle even entered development
-could not find any worthwhile content going through your post history.

[Tayner]

Name: Earl Greggs
Age: 28
Ethnicity: White (Trash)
Apperance: Tanned skin, brown hair, green eyes, 6'1", usually wears a black cowboy hat with blue jeans and a flannel shirt and brown leather boots.
Personal Weapon: Browning Hi Power
Biography: Born in Van Horn Texas, Earl wasn't too big on city life. If there was ever a dispute with someone at the bar, you settled it with your fists. That's how everyone got along in his opinion, trading some words, some blows, and some apologies, no sheriffs got involved unless they had too. However, the El Paso Police Department thought that that philosophy was bullshit when on a vacation Earl got piss drunk and beat a cop's uptight son half to death. The judge ordered him to do four years in the jail or enlist in the Marines.

So when he was 23 he ended up as the guy who knew a guy who could get cigarettes and mini bottles into the jail, and when he got out half of all the guys inside owed him when they got out. When he got out one of those guys he knew knew a guy who knew a guy who could get him another smuggling job, only this time it wasn't cigarettes and mini bottles, it was pixie dust. Over a year later he's accumulated enough wealth to buy himself a nice little trailer, a beat up truck, and a laundromat to double-wash all of his money.

[Socialist Republic of Andrew]

Name:Rodrick "Rodney" Doyle
Age:42
Ethnicity:Caucasian (white)
Apperance:
Personal Weapon: M1911 Colt.45


Biography:Rodrick was born on December 3rd, 1943 in the city of San Antonio. He was the youngest child of two and was brought up by 2 loving and hard working parents, his father, Marcus "Mark" Doyle, a true to the bone honest cop apart of the San Antonio Police Department and his mother, Jacklyn Doyle, a loving and caring stay at home mother who raised Rodrick and his brother Brett, whom was only about a year and a half older then Rodrick. He grew up in a simple middle class home and lived a rather mundane life...at the age of 15, Rodrick and Brett got jobs as mechanic assistants for a local garage owned by a family friend who gave them the jobs so they could work and get money while attending high school. While in school, Rodrick did fairly well mostly attaining As and Bs, though getting the occasional C. but that never stopped him. He also participated in his high schools US Army JROTC program alongside his brother Brett who was a grade higher than him. The brothers were as close as ones could be and they even held a rivalry while in JROTC, from who could get the higher rank...the better position...the best PT score, you name it and they competed for it, but they would never leave each others sides...until one day...in the year of 1960...fresh outta high school, Brett who was now 18, was called to service and drafted into Vietnam by the US Army and was shipped out to boot camp. Despite being proud of his brother making it into the army and serving his country, Rodrick could not help but feel a piece of himself missing and so he himself, at the age of 18 and just graduating high school, volunteered to join the Army and to be deployed into Vietnam to find and fight alongside his brother once again. So after signing a standard 3 year enlistment contract, Rodrick was shipped out to boot camp.
While in boot camp, Rodrick excelled and despite the intensity of the training and the many who quit under the pressure, the thought of reuniting with his brother stood with him and after the grueling 8 weeks of training...now Pvt. Doyle stood...and graduated in the top 10% of his boot camp class as well. After BCT, he was shipped to the US Army Artillery AIT to receive his 8 weeks of training to become a US Army Artillerymen and after he completed that training, he was officially deployed to Vietnam in the year of 1961. Luckily while during his transport to his base in Vietnam, he kept the most recent letter from Brett congratulating his little brother for graduating and making it to the army and once he landed, they would reunite...and being men of their words, Rodrick and Brett reunited while on base and welcomed each other back with open arms and warm hearts.
The year of their deployment flew by quickly with both of them seeing a large amount of combat, Brett being in the infantry and Rodrick being artillery had the two of them seeing large skirmishes, though Brett fought on the ground while Rodrick shelled areas with artillery, but the two were always stationed in the same bases,
due to Brett's infantry unit being assigned to run security for Rodrick's artillery unit. News came to the brothers as Brett's mandatory 1 year service was nearly completed and he was to be shipped back home within the coming months, devastated by the sudden reality of having to leave his brother behind for another 2 years in the hellhole drove Brett mad and he pushed for a new 2 year contract to be drawn up so that he may serve alongside his brother and see it through till the end. However as fate may have it...Brett received his wish and remained in Vietnam with Rodrick for another year in 1962...but unfortunately, on a humid sunny day in the Vietnamese country side in South Vietnam, while Rodrick's artillery battery was setup on a firebase atop a hill and Brett's infantry unit with them as security like usual,
several helicopters were shot down over an empty field by Viet Cong fire and called for immediate assistance, but due to their distance and fear of AA fire, reinforcements were denied until proper air support was available in a few hours. Not being able to stand by and watch as comrades die, Brett's unit volunteered to go and hold the crash sites down until reinforcements could come...and the request was granted. Cpl. Brett and his platoon marched and treked through over a mile of jungle to reach the crash sites. and were covered heavily by the artillery support of Pfc. Rodrick's artillery battery, firing at the treelines and forward areas to soften VC forces and clear a path for the infantry and soon they arrived at the crash site...and for over 3 hours, they fought hard and managed to hold off advancing VC forces until the Air Cavalry was finally able to make its long awaited appearance...after the dead and wounded were loaded up...it was discovered that among the dead lied Brett who was shot and killed while covering a wounded pilot and for his courageous actions, was awarded the purple heart and silver star, along with many of the platoon who volunteered for the mission. Rodrick was devastated hearing the news and had the unfortunate task of writing the letter to his parents explaining how Brett wouldn't be coming home ever again....
With one more year of service to go and a 2nd tour of deployment in Vietnam, the now recently promoted Cpl. Rodrick, living by his brother's example and pushed on to continue his remaining service with honor. For months, Rodrick would fight each and every battled hard and aggressively in his brother's honor and memory...until one day in late 1963, during what could be said as somewhat of a similar event last year saw Rodrick being based on a firebase atop a hill closer up north in 1964, with a company of soldiers the base came under attack from VC and NVA forces and with the chances of reinforcements coming a distance away, Rodrick and all his fellow soldiers began fighting what they were believing to be their final stands. The artillery battery firing all the shells they could and the infantry holding down the trenches and foxholes and firing at the enemy with their M16s and M60s, trying desperately to push the enemy off, the what seemed like endless waves continued to push on and soon Rodrick's gun ran out of shells and the lieutenant ordered for the young corporal to retrieve more from the armory and after running off with his M-16, Rodrick made it half way and while running along a ridgeline, he noticed a lone wounded soldier being the single occupant of a small trench, with Charlie advancing uphill and no one near, the man would surely die once caught, so with no other options, Rodrick used his rifle and began opening fire at the advancing enemy while moving down hill and eventually hitting dirt in the trench and held the trench for several minutes managing to kill about 4-7 enemies and sustaining minor injuries from a grazed bullet wound on his right shoulder. After the several minutes passed, a medic and several infantrymen arrived and gave much needed assistance and evaced the wounded soldier away. After pulling up onto the hill, helicopters were present and began to deliver air support and fire support and within about 10 or so more minutes the enemy retreated and the hill remained in US hands. At the end of the day, the LT. chewed out Rodrick for disobeying his direct order and putting his life in danger, but was quickly silenced by the infantry cpt. who informed them that the man who Rodrick saved was actually his company's first sergeant and personally wanted to thank the young man for his bravery and this played a huge part in Rodrick eventually being awarded the Bronze star with valor after leaving Vietnam. A few months after that day, aside from a few skirmishes, nothing major occurred and Rodrick eventually met the end of his contractual obligation to the government and returned home after 3 years abroad...a man who is only 21 but looking as though he was at least in his 30s, he was greeted home with mixed reactions...anti-war protesters belittled him while the older population and pro-govt. citizens welcomed him back with open arms...but it was the reaction of his parents that he really cared for...and as soon as he got home and they all reunited...had to be more beautiful and emotional for him than most of the war was.
Weeks after returning home a war hero to some and a government killer to others, Rodrick found out that his father was actually promoted to Captain and this encouraged Rodrick to pursue a career in law enforcement like his father and after getting accepted into the police academy, he excelled through training and graduated in 1965 was welcomed into the SAPD as a regular patrol officer. Seeing a good deal of success and having a decent arrest record and with over 6 years of experience under his belt, Officer Doyle was officially promoted to Police Sergeant in 1971 when Pres. Nixion also coined the infamous term of the "War on Drugs" and this is where he carried more of a supervisory roll and trained with newer officers, while keeping his beat and for over the next 3 years he served very well both behind a desk and on the streets and even played a big role in helping solve a homicide case that saw 4 young women murdered and arresting the serial killer. This lead to him being promoted to the position of Homicide Detective Sgt. and also being brought onto a newly formed joint gang task force made up of both local and federal agencies to combat the gangs and cartels attempting to pedal drugs into the city. For about a year and a half, Det. Doyle served well in his new positions and contributed as much as possible, but in 1976, after partaking in a massive drug bust that saw the arrests of numerous cartel members, including a high ranking Chavez cartel lieutenant, saw Rodrick being kidnapped by the cartel and where he met with El Oso himself who told the Detective that if he ever wanted his family to continue living...he would do everything in his power to destroy any evidence linking his lieutenant to the bust...or else him and his parents would be offed. With seeing no other choice, Rodrick did what he was told and covertly tampered and destroyed what evidence he could and this eventually led to the release of the man on part of lack of evidence....and as the months went on...Rodrick had to continue doing these favors...but instead of being forced now, he was actually doing them due to of the benefits...now being seeing as a asset to the Chavez cartel, they were able to get off with a lot of charges after Rodrick would destroy the evidence and in exchange, provided Rodrick with money and also information gathered on rival gang and cartels from members to drug deals to suppliers and so on, and Rodrick passed all this info onto his superiors in the gang task force and also even using it to help solve drug related homicide cases and as the years went on...Rodrick's career skyrocketed to new heights, even in 1978, due to his outstanding work, he was promoted to Lieutenant and given a raise and a new office and higher position in the gang task force. By 1981, Lt. Doyle was now a living success story. Having one of the largest success rates as a detective in homicide cases and being an achieved member of the gang task force with all the information he gathered that lead to the down falls of many gangs, lead to many commendations and awards in his name...but behind the scenes...Rodrick was living a nice life...driving around in a brand new car, living in a nicer home in the suburbs, wearing nicer suits, bigger bank account, the works...all because of his dealings with the Chavez Cartel...Rodrick was now no longer an asset but essentially a partner to the cartel and was described by El Oso as a "good friend and even better business partner," Rodrick was living the life...but by 1981, after doing the cartel's bidding for over a half a decade, San Antonio was practically in the hands of El Oso as members of rival gangs and cartels were either rotting in prison or in the ground, due to Rodrick and the gang task force.
He was called into a meeting with the boss...as he arrived at the meeting place, he thought he was gonna get wacked and went armed...but he was actually...embraced by his friend, the drug lord and his son, Bolivar and congratulated him on a successful career and thanked him for his assistance...and informed him that they had another task for him...this time in the city of El Paso. While everything in San Antonio was going smoothly, things in El Paso city and county were a completely other story. From rival cartels to the south and all the law enforcement in the north...things for Chavez were not good, but he informed Rodrick that with his help, Rodrick would receive a new title and a lot more money...and all he had to do...was be elected as the new El Paso County Sheriff. At first Rodrick was a little iffy...but after some persuading, he finally jumped on board and announced his retirement from the SAPD after over 16 years of service to the city and attempt a career in politics and was hailed as one of its finest officers and released upon his request...he informed his family he was going to go off and attempt to get somewhere away from San Antonio due to wanting to explore and expand his horizons. Soon after riding the plane owned by the cartel, he landed in El Paso and was soon registered for the campaign for sheriff and was given much of his campaign funds from the cartel who covered it as several outside donors so they weren't connected, plus with pulling some favors in the local government and getting official endorsements from city officials, he was a shoe in. And with great amounts of money and considerable support, Rodrick essentially outdid the other candidates and received over a whopping 78% of the official votes and in 1982 was sworn in as the new sheriff of El Paso County after his dominate win. Rodrick met with El Oso and his son after the election and they celebrated and then left Sheriff Doyle to his vices. And within the first 3 years of being sheriff in 1985, Rodrick did the cartel wonders and did what he did in San Antonio, but now head of the entire sheriffs dept and was thinning out the numbers of rival gangs through means of arrests and incarceration and keeping the heat off of Chavez and his men and was easily worth every penny he was being paid...shacked up in a nice home out in the El Paso County country, outside of the city, driving around in his new expensive cars and still wearing his nice suits, Sheriff Doyle certainly was living it up...until he received word that El Oso was killed in a DEA Sting and Bolivar was arrested and sent to prison....he didn't know how it happened and certainly didn't now who was responsible...but 2 things he did know...his gravy train was derailing and all hell was about to break loose...from power vacuum in the cartel to rival gangs attempting to retake lost ground...his life was gonna go from 0-60 real quick...and it didn't help the fact that rumors were spreading across the cartel about himself being marked as the mole, due to his access to the law enforcement agencies and the reasons for his actions ranged from wanting the credit of taking down El Oso and his son to wanting to erase them and cover his tracks to even getting greedy and wanting more, thus eliminating the two Charvez's so he could attempt to try and take power...but these weren't true and he was gonna have to find a way to make it this fact known to the cartel and that he was still on their side, while also keep all the gangs and cartels from turning El Paso into the US equivalent of Juarez, or otherwise the sicarios were gonna be after his head and full blown gang wars were gonna erupt in El Paso for control of territories and for control over the cartel...and that is something he did not want to wake up to...


OOC: Well i do apologize for the LONG bio, but i felt it was all necessary to truly get an in depth look at the character, his experience, how he got into the mess and what role he would be occupying with the cartel. Besides, i saw all the apps with people with ex law experience, but if every good crime story needs that corrupt lawmen on their side as well! If you have any questions, critics or suggestions over the app please do not be afraid to say so! And if any changes are needed then please inform me of them and i will happily make the appropriate adjustments!

[Anowa]

I've settled on a Consigliere.

Expect a fuck load of .45 rounds.

[Eclixia]

What time of day is it on the IC?

Currently it's Dusk.

It would be easier if we followed IRL Texas/El Paso time on a 24 hour basis which means that we don't have to rely on OP for the day and time and would also mean we can follow it better from our respective time zones.

[Insaeldor]

Currently it's Dusk.

It would be easier if we followed IRL Texas/El Paso time on a 24 hour basis which means that we don't have to rely on OP for the day and time and would also mean we can follow it better from our respective time zones.

No because this RP isn't in real time.

Plus it allows me the ability to more effectively set up the scene.

[Insaeldor]

Name: Earl Greggs
Age: 28
Ethnicity: White (Trash)
Apperance: Tanned skin, brown hair, green eyes, 6'1", usually wears a black cowboy hat with blue jeans and a flannel shirt and brown leather boots.
Personal Weapon: Browning Hi Power
Biography: Born in Van Horn Texas, Earl wasn't too big on city life. If there was ever a dispute with someone at the bar, you settled it with your fists. That's how everyone got along in his opinion, trading some words, some blows, and some apologies, no sheriffs got involved unless they had too. However, the El Paso Police Department thought that that philosophy was bullshit when on a vacation Earl got piss drunk and beat a cop's uptight son half to death. The judge ordered him to do four years in the jail or enlist in the Marines.

So when he was 23 he ended up as the guy who knew a guy who could get cigarettes and mini bottles into the jail, and when he got out half of all the guys inside owed him when they got out. When he got out one of those guys he knew knew a guy who knew a guy who could get him another smuggling job, only this time it wasn't cigarettes and mini bottles, it was pixie dust. Over a year later he's accumulated enough wealth to buy himself a nice little trailer, a beat up truck, and a laundromat to double-wash all of his money.

Accepted.

Andrew I'm reviewing your application.

[Socialist Republic of Andrew]

Name: Earl Greggs
Age: 28
Ethnicity: White (Trash)
Apperance: Tanned skin, brown hair, green eyes, 6'1", usually wears a black cowboy hat with blue jeans and a flannel shirt and brown leather boots.
Personal Weapon: Browning Hi Power
Biography: Born in Van Horn Texas, Earl wasn't too big on city life. If there was ever a dispute with someone at the bar, you settled it with your fists. That's how everyone got along in his opinion, trading some words, some blows, and some apologies, no sheriffs got involved unless they had too. However, the El Paso Police Department thought that that philosophy was bullshit when on a vacation Earl got piss drunk and beat a cop's uptight son half to death. The judge ordered him to do four years in the jail or enlist in the Marines.

So when he was 23 he ended up as the guy who knew a guy who could get cigarettes and mini bottles into the jail, and when he got out half of all the guys inside owed him when they got out. When he got out one of those guys he knew knew a guy who knew a guy who could get him another smuggling job, only this time it wasn't cigarettes and mini bottles, it was pixie dust. Over a year later he's accumulated enough wealth to buy himself a nice little trailer, a beat up truck, and a laundromat to double-wash all of his money.

Accepted.

Andrew I'm reviewing your application.

Alright man no worries take your time!

[Eclixia]

Am I meant to be at that meeting? Where is it?

[Baratoa]

Name: Charlie Holland
Age: 25

Ethnicity: White American

Appearance: Charlie Holland is a tall man, around 6'4", of an average build. His hair, dark brown, is cut short, very close to the scalp. His facial hair is non-existent. A man of simple tastes, he almost always wears jeans, most of them very worn, with holes around the knee area. Correlating with his predictable nature, he wears plain white t-shirts and worn work boots. When he has to carry a gun, he wears a blue flannel jacket to conceal the piece.

Personal Weapon: AMT Hardballer

Biography:

Charlie was born in the city of El Paso late in the year of 1960, to a middle-class family. Although at first he appeared to be an entirely healthy baby, they learned after a few years that he had a severe stutter, which only got slightly better after several years of speech therapy. In school, Holland learned from experience that it was best for him not to talk very much, but to use simple signals, nodding, shaking his head, that sort of stuff. Whilst he didn't talk much to most of his peers, Charlie did make friends with an Alfonso Rodriguez,who would be friends with Charlie throughout elementary school. It would be until eighth grade that their relationship began to deteriorate. In 1974, Al began hanging out with his older brothers and their friends, and would often offer for Charlie to come along.

Holland later figured the older brothers allowed this because, A) they were small-time pot dealers, and sometimes they had to make drops at some of the more seedy neighborhoods of El Paso, and being six feet tall at the time, he looked like another guy, behind the tinted windows of the eldest brothers car, and B) they thought he was amusing.

One day, when Charlie, Alfonso, and his brothers were filling up at a gas station, they were spotted and approached by another group of boys, who apparently knew David Cruz, who was known to be a friend of the Rodriguez Brothers, who stole a radio from the car of one of boys. Insults were said, and when someone threw a rock that left a mark on the hood of the car, all hell broke loose, as both sides charged into each other. During this fight, a switchblade was produced, and Charlie Holland was stabbed. Although it was just a flesh wound, the boy turned and ran straight home, telling his parents he fell of a sidewalk onto a broken bottle.

The older brothers berated Holland for this apparent cowardice, and pressured Alfonso to find himself "cooler" people to hang with. He did so, and Charlie, feeling betrayed, buried himself in schoolwork and started attending speech therapy classes again to distract himself from the fact. His speech improved slowly throughout high school, as did his grades. Charlie Holland graduated higher in his class than most expected, and got himself a job at some nameless office. He wasn't content, the job simply didn't have any "thrill" to it. Charlie said the same for the other jobs that followed over the next year. There was no luster to the jobs, just doing the same thing over and over again. Finally, he reconnected with some of the old friends of Al's brothers-and got work moving packages up and down El Paso County. It was exciting for him, driving all over the place, taking short cuts and back roads to avoid traffic jams.

This would only last a few months. Pulled over by police for not signalling at a T-intersection, it quickly goes bad when they search the car and find several televisions, all stolen a few weeks prior out of the back of a truck in Hudspeth County. When Holland can't come up with an answer of why he has so many televisions in the trunk, they detain him and soon charge him with petty theft. A few weeks later, a judge hands him a six-month stay in prison. During his time in prison, he learns how to fight, and soon attracts the attention of some other incarcerated folk, who offer him a job once he gets out, in El Paso. Holland agrees quickly, and only a few days after getting out of prison, he gets wrapped up in crime again. Its not as involved as the last job, more acting as muscle and acting tough, occasionally having to rough someone up. But it still excites him.

A few years pass, doing this work, when El Oso is killed, and his son is imprisoned. Thus, the story continues.