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Story: "A stranger in town"

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A stranger in town.

We were in the cellar when he appeared. I saw him before he did Julia. When the bell rang announcing their entry, Simon stood up slowly on the counter and looked at him very seriously. "No, no," he said and my eyes immediately went to the shelf behind my back and yes teníaa was, yes. Always had. Simon said Why not?

When I looked back, arguing. Rather, Simon argued. The Stranger just looked bewildered by the anger he had caused.

again Jingle bell on the door and the foreman stood firm Romero steps back the strange, hands on waist. There was more discussion.

I was looking through the spaces between the shelves, but we were too far to understand his words. I only saw the Stranger settling slowly and cautiously at the counter in order to keep an eye on both men. I hoped that at any time you jump over. I also thought they would.

When I tried to get a bit closer, I felt the pinch of my sister in the arm and I had to turn to her. "Do not look," he said and dragged me inside warehouse where they were cooking utensils. It forced me to look at pots and pans that did not need until they heard the bell on the door announcing the departure of Strange.

"It should not be here," Simon told the foreman as we approach the inn cancel our purchase. Both looked to the street through the window where the figure of the visitor in the morning sun shone. "No," Foreman agreed, "should not."

Simon took our money with vacant eyes and we left there with the feeling that we could have gone with the money and the goal, which barely held between the two, without had been realized.

The Strange was out, still too embarrassed to make a decision. "Stop looking at it that way," Julia snapped me realizing immediately that had spoken too high because the Stranger turned his head toward us. Julia caught her breath, convinced that had attracted a great danger about it.

Then he smiled.

His eyes sparkled and I smiled back confidently. I wanted to talk, ask how, why and how far countries had come to this remote village but Julia ordered me to march with her back home before even trying. I put a last look at her figure planted on the sidewalk. It was still quiet. Seemed not to mind being the center of attention of the entire street. He should have gone then, when the itching of the skin of the people had not yet been transformed into a fever.

The next morning was impossible not to wake up with the noise of footsteps and dropping packages in the van. I rubbed my eyes several times before achieving a clear view of the room. Julia was kneeling on his bed, listening intently, trying to figure out what was happening out there. Silenced me with a curt wave of his hand when I wanted to say something, still half dazed with sleep. She was wearing cotton petticoat wearing nightie to sleep. We looked for an instant and mutual understanding of what should be our next move, jumped out of bed and went into the yard without worrying about the shoes.

remember the warm, scratchy contact the gallery floor against the soles of my feet. "Something has happened," she whispered my sister, but it was obvious that I had already realized that. We saw Nestor, the son of the foreman. He was wearing jeans and boots, a plaid shirt and a chupalla. I was carrying ropes and rifles in the back of the truck. Not stopping to see us more, we smiled as only deal with the daily chores of the farm. But we knew that it was not. Iban to go looking. Iban to hunt.

had a dress in the cellar, deep red, dotted with small blue flowers, orange and yellow. Hung one of the rough wooden shelves next to the toothpaste, tomatoes and toys, all stacked in piles, side by side.

The winery worked for me in the manner of a magic lamp that granted the strangest desires that my imagination could conceive. Simon let me Burguete the shelves even when used to address Julia looks furious. She was only a couple of years older than me but wanted me to fly on the overwhelming authority of the adults. Atrevíaa not say anything in front of Simon, but sometimes I pinch in the arm to remind me that we were there just to shop the day.

Anyway, I wanted that red dress as she had desired both wrists. When I think of the night that followed the start of the hunt, I always remember the dress and the rays of sun coming through the small wooden windows, illuminating the shelves with its ocher, so warm, so beautiful so people with taste. That

Strange night lay on the field behind the house with a large red spot on his chest. We we were standing beside him, silent, if you know the embarrassment caused by the shock, each with a carbide lamp in hand, chasing away the darkness of the night around us. His blood was lost in the soil prepared for planting. Julia was scared but tried to hide it so as not to frighten. I had never seen so much blood, as red as the dress I wanted so badly. In the distance we could hear the murmur of the approaching vehicles and dogs.

"They're coming." Julia looked into the darkness. It combines the dim lamplight I could see what had turned pale. His lips trembled. I looked at the stranger. His eyes were open and staring at me. He could not speak. "You have to get him out of here," Julia told her and she turned to me with disbelief. Not repeated it, I set about trying to get him out of the ditch. We tried dragging it off the field and the result was that a trail of blood irrepressible signaled our desperate attempt. I could not stop thinking about "blood, blood ... I find the smell of blood. The dogs will find it before we could leave the garden. "

At some point I knew it was useless. Julia had already noticed and started to retreat to the house again and again back his steps to say "Let's go! For Diosito Ghost! Go! They're coming! ". I grabbed the arm, yanked me volvíaa a bit and run into the house to tears. But nevertheless, I did not resign. He dragged his body into the ground, sweating and panting, only to move a few centimeters and clumsy, almost nothing. He knew it too. He put his hand cold and wet on my demanding my attention. There was fear in his eyes. I still try to define what I saw in them. Resignation? Conformity? I do not know for sure. He wanted me to go with my sister. Moved lips and I held my ear to his mouth. "I'll be fine, do not worry." I knew it was not true, but I went anyway. I took her hand, shook it a few seconds while listening to the noise approach. He tried to smile. Then I left and ran like mad toward the house, Julia few steps ahead of me.

jumped the fence and run reached the trees at the edge of the field. It was then we heard the shots. I braked and turned away to the place where the explosions came from open-mouthed, heart paralyzed, barely breathing. From somewhere behind me screaming Julia begged me to go ahead, otherwise we would be caught. I was shocked because I thought we too would be murdered.

saw the glow of lamps behind the trees blurred by the tears that had started to flood my eyes. Dogs barked. The men laughed. I knew then that he could not return to love these people who, for no reason any, had swallowed the young man's life that I dedicate his beautiful smile in front of the winery. And had no desire to return to that place now. She did not want their shelves, or the red dress or the giant tomatoes, or Simon's stupid smile behind the counter. Since that night, that was no longer my people and my land. Never again.

I wiped my tears with a sudden movement of my hand. Julia was waiting for me still a few steps from the house with eyes wide open, panting breathing. I turned around and ran to her.

FIN