Arthur got off the horse full of excitement. He had dreamed all those days of Sam's face at the sight of her son, and the longing to witness that happiness in her had him nervous and nauseous. He ran to the door with trembling hands and a heaving chest. Jacqueline followed him with the child in her arms, he was very quiet for a child of his age and hardly uttered any words.
Arthur noticed the half-opened door and entered quietly, for he wanted to surprise her. His heart pounded intensely as he saw a broken vase in the middle of the room and some things lying around as if a fight had taken place there. He ran in desperation to the other rooms of the house as he called out to her with cries full of anguish.
“Sam! No, no, no, no, no. Sam, sweetheart, what happened?”
Jacqueline looked at him regretfully, fearing the worst.
“Sam!” he shouted and ran out of the hut in hope. It must be a misunderstanding, surely she would explain to him w
The sweat on their foreheads and the rapid beating of their hearts were evidence of the fear that ran through them. They were in the hands of their enemies and it was obvious that this would be the end of them. Arthur hurried to the gate with relief, noticing that it was the redhead woman who was there; she was looking at him questioningly; he, in turn, understood that expression and thanked God for that opportunity. “Tell me, Mr. Connovan, do you believe there is any hope for me? Do you believe that my sinful, wicked soul will find a place where it belongs and can be admired by anyone?” “I do. It doesn't have to be romantic love, you can find charity wherever you want to cultivate it. And definitely, I believe you can redeem your actions and be a good person, I believe you can dream and make those dreams come true.” “Will I be happy if I do that?” Her voice came out shrill and tears streamed down her face. “You will be. You will know the true
A beautiful sunset celebrated the union of two souls in love, who met and saved each other. Dancing, laughter, food, and greetings flooded the cheerful estate.A couple admired the bride and groom dancing with the restless child, forming a dance of three. “We should get married, too,” Samuel whispered in the ear of the blonde whom he hugged from behind. “Everything will depend on you and how productive you make our estate," she said mischievously and he kissed her neck. Jacqueline had bought the neighboring ranch and settled there. She and Samuel managed it, although Samuel preferred the heavy labor along with the other workers. Like any ranchman with masculine pride, he was saving up to buy the engagement ring, for he wanted it to come out of his own pocket, as the fruit of his hard work. Another wedding was coming up soon, although Jacqueline had another little surprise in store for him, a consequence of his lack of patience is not waiting until
"He is like a meek dove fighting against injustice, while I come from hell itself." *** The branches of the trees were an obstacle to his haste. That dark and pathless forest was taking its toll on him since he had no free space to ride in; even so, he did not stop. Aimlessly, with cold sweat all over his body and blood pouring from his side, he used what little energy he had left to escape. The branches hit him mercilessly and, thanks to the darkness, he would not know when they would hit his face, causing his eyes to burn; however, he rode at full speed with only one thought: to save his life. The branches stopped his attack bringing relief to his face. He didn't know if he was hallucinating, but he thought he saw the end of the forest and a light. He stopped his gai
The smell of chicken soup caused his mouth to water and his stomach growled restlessly and desperately to receive such a longed-for broth that, according to the aroma, promised to be a delight.Three days had passed and his wound looked better and he could stand up, albeit with difficulty, but at least he could stand on his feet for a few seconds. Despite the squalor of the place, he did not complain about the treatment he received, which, although his hostess was not much to speak of, kept him well-fed, changed his sheets often, and helped him bathe. He was anxious to recover or, failing that, to be found by his men so that he would no longer be a burden for that woman who, besides looking after him and feeding him, had to sleep on the floor, since the bed was too small for both of them.“It was delicious, thank you very much,”
Her heartbeat was so agitated and intense that she thought she could hear it. “Tun-tun, tun-tun…” The sounds kept repeating in her head as if she was being chased by those palpitations. She didn't know where she had gotten so much energy since her body was weak. Was it the survival instinct? She didn't know! She only wanted to achieve her goal: to escape for her life.With her bare feet, ignoring the thorns on the path or the small stones that were embedded in his soles, she ran with all her strength and breath. She had to make it, she had to escape from that hell. The sweat, the bugs, and the strands of hair sticking to her skin were wreaking havoc on her escape. Her wounds stung and blood ran down her legs; she smiled as she saw the exit and then, everything was dark.(...)
“Samuel!” Arthur ran in the direction of the tall brown-haired man with yellow eyes.“Sir, you’re alive! I knew it! Triton is a good horse, he led us to this place. We found him wandering in the fields near this region and he led us to this forest” Samuel expressed with marked emotion.“Who are they?” Sam approached Arthur with trepidation.“They are my trusted men, they found me thanks to Triton. He stroked the horse's forehead. You're not a crow, after all,” he kissed him.“Then you'll be back,” Sam commented with sadness in her eyes.“Sir, you must come with us immediately, the Jones have declared you dead and want t
Arthur was caressed by the cool breeze of his region, which greeted him with clouds in the sky. Arriving at his ranch, he got off his horse and Raul led him to the stable. Arthur walked with fists clenched and chest erect, to confront the intruders who had broken into his property.“You are not our masters, our master is Arthur Connovan!” one of the workers shouted indignantly. They had had enough of the abuses of these thieving intruders.“Arthur? The dead one? He has already passed on to a better life and, since Arthur has no heirs, these lands pass into our hands,” a young man, with short blond hair, blue eyes, and great height, said cynically.“Henry Jones!" Arthur called out to him with an indignant face, the blond widened his eyes in surprise. "As y
She crept closer as tears streamed down her face. The door was half open and that made her spying easier. Why was she torturing herself? Her hands were shaking and her heart ached, it wasn't fair! She should be there, she should be enjoying that intimacy.Sam woke up with tears in her eyes, dreaming about her memories opened that wound she tried to ignore because she didn't know how to heal it. Loneliness gnawed at her bones, maybe it was what she deserved after all. She was presumptuous to desire love, companionship, passion. Why? She shook her head trying to throw out those harmful thoughts, it was amazing how the evil words of others could hurt so much that, you end up believing them. No, she shouldn't feel guilty for wanting to love and feel loved, she shouldn't think so low of herself and blame herself for wanting to have passion in her life, for wanting to experience pleasure, if it existed.