Nickolas

The crickets were singing the breeze gently blew through the trees that lined the grounds.The grapes shines like tear drops as the moon kissed its surface. His boots clicked against the stone floor. This hacienda is rich and flourishing when he took the post of the capataz (foreman). El patron isn't here anymore to watch the land and the herd.Los vaqueros (cow hands) work hard and they do the rounds to protect the land. It is his time to go home, one more round then I leave. He rounds the corner and bumps into someone. Oh are you alright? He tilts his head as he realizes it isnt someone he knows. His eyes narrow, tell me who you are ? Or I will call the authorities. His hands on her shoulders tighten. What? El patron is..no he shakes his head as his hands drop to the sides. So you are his daughter and the new patrona? He raises his brow prove it? He takes her id as she handed it to him. Oh forgive me . I mean no offense. He gives it back his eyes glow red in the darkness.