If there was one truth in this gods forsaken world, it would be that the Pistoleros were not born under a lucky star. In fact, one might even state that if such a star had ever existed, it was probably snuffed out a long time ago at the whim of a very spiteful god. Should you ever meet one of those fine men, they would probably regale you with tales of how their bad luck, and certainly not the questionable leadership of Alejandro Luciani, led them from one calamity to the next. Though this would perhaps be unwise, as these rogues would most likely leave you alone with a headache and a quite large bar tab.
So, dear reader, I invite you to sit back in your chair, or your bed, or wherever it is you find yourself and read a tale of a band of mercenaries and their misadventures.