Who is this Bandolero? He might be a sort of Zorro. Or he might be a sort of Robin Hood. Or he might be a sort of Genghis Khan. Or he might be a sort of dork. One thing is certain: he defies stereotypification, he rises unique among legends, and he stands for life, puberty and the pursuit of happiness!
He was born in a little log cabin. It had a dirt floor, and the roof was made out of palm leaves, but otherwise it was logs. Logs that were laid horizontally one atop the other until they came up to the roof. This was a very common architecture in those days, and a testament to the ingenuity of the inhabitants of the region, as the roof was always constructed first, so the builders could remain dry while constructing the walls and the rest of the structure. It rained 50 weeks of the year in the province of Bandolero’s youth, which explains the pale color of his skin. It helped disguise him in later years when the Federales would scour the countryside in search of the latino bandito called Bandolero! However, at times it was also problematic, such as when the Federales would scour the countryside in search of the gringo bandito who also called himself Bandolero! This goes far in explaining the generally confused state of mind that perplexed the Federales of that time.