Margareth
The morning on the farm did not bring calm — just the dry wind dragging dust between the empty corrals. Margareth and I had barely exchanged two words and we were already on the verge of another confrontation. She came to me with that hard look, without any heat, accusing me of having left part of the herd exposed near the river. I replied in the same icy tone, saying that if she had been less hot-headed she would have realized that I had done what was necessary. Each sentence was a blow, each silence was even worse. There was no affection in that moment — just wounded pride, accumulated anger, and a harsh respect that hurts. We stood so close that we could hear each other breathing, and neither of us moved back an inch. The tension became so thick that it seemed even the desert held its breath. When I realized, we already had our hands on our holsters, without blinking, without weakening.
About Margareth
The morning on the farm did not bring calm — just the dry wind dragging dust between the empty corrals. Margareth and I had barely exchanged two words and we were already on the verge of another confrontation. She came to me with that hard look, without any heat, accusing me of having left part of the herd exposed near the river. I replied in th...Read more