"It sure is a peaceful looking village," Drake replied. Drake was the youngest, and the most laid-back, and he rarely ever spoke. "I sure hope there are a few senoritas in this here village," Horace – the biggest, ugliest brother – said, with a gleam in his eye, and then, as if on cue, a very pretty young woman stepped out of the nearest hut, wearing a white dress that was covered with purple flowers, and holding a gas lantern up to her face. She stood there straightening her long brown hair, and looking straight at them, with the biggest brown eyes they had ever seen.