Mauricio faithful friend, who had been suffering serious threats from Santiago, when he was trying to discover the whereabouts of Walquíria. The humiliated Colonel was again placed in front of the woman who for a long time treated her like a sex slave. So that before his former subordinates he would hear the death sentence she had in store for him. Beside the avenger was her husband and all the other men who served her on the five farms that she owned in Marajo as cowboys or foremen. Also, those who, after the invasion that resulted in the arrest of Santiago and the death of their thugs, decided to stay there.
Only silence could be heard in that moment of profound suspense, she headed towards the place where she once saw Eduardo's body, totally devoured by the rodents that infested the old basement of the house, where the colonists' working tools were once kept. Gallons of flammable products, such as diesel oil and gasoline, were there in large quantities.
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After finally winning and destroying the evil that haunted them, the two could finally resume the happiness that was abruptly interrupted by the arrival of their enemies. For four years they lived there in complete peace. The son, Felipe, grew up extremely fast and became more and more identical to his father. But there was still a reckoning between Walquíria and the justice, for the crime committed against Damasio. She had murdered her adoptive father, because she seriously detested assaulting her mother, which resulted in her death. Aluísio, a respected and efficient civil police investigator in the capital, had been investigating that unsolved crime for many years and tried to find the murderer so that she could be tried according to the law. It was a hot summer afternoon, when the couple returned home from a quick survey of the farm, after learning that some buffaloes were suffering from some serious illness and a certain number of them were already dead, with th
Such was the revolt of the other women. His visit to the cafeteria and other facilities lacked permanent surveillance, due to the constant death threats he received. Negra Buba, who for his absurd size and strength was the one who led the others, and also the one who most learned to hate the newcomer. He was always criticizing and showing an intense desire to take the life of the helpless girl, who defended herself as she could in that hostile and trapped environment.The management of the place was changed a month after his arrival, the former director was replaced by a woman of few scruples, the type who did not like the prisoners and sold himself easily. Negra Buba met with the new head of the house, in the company of twenty other women, and put in their hands a certain amount of money acquired from the sale of drugs that took place inside the penal house, coming from outside and that was brought by relatives during constant visits, swearing total loyalty. If he transferre
— Honey, I want to make you a proposal — Same? So, tell me soon, because you know how curious we women are!— Okay: What do you think about taking a trip to Paris to forget a little about all the tribulation we have been through these past months?— But what a great idea my love, you always with your big surprises. Yes, let's get out of this place a little bit and try to forget everything we've been through— That's right, without forgetting the trauma caused in Felipe with so many problems— It's true, our son needs to have a little peace— We all need this to overcome so much pain, I will be communicating our decision to our travel agent so that he can take the necessary measures as soon as possible.The couple took the last minutes before dusk to exchange caresses and catch a glimpse of the sunset over the waters of the river, which qu
The woods around the river were completely full of men looking for the kidnappers, a great siege was made over the entire area where they could have gone, Martim believed they were intent on going down to the crossing of the waters of the two tributaries, where they would certainly make use of some vessel towards Manaus. What still worried them was not knowing for sure what they could have done with Mauricio, since it would be of no use if they were already in possession of all the money, they demanded to release him. Walquíria was very apprehensive about this and asked them for more effort in their searches:— Please, my friends, I ask you for total commitment in this quest to free Mauricio, remember that he would give his own life to help any of you— We know that missus, the boss is a good man and we will do everything possible to bring him back home safe and sound as soon as possible, rest assured that everything will work out
Large traders moved from the capital to the new city located in Marajo, the population increased and lacked a ruler. The invitation was made to him. At first she was reluctant, but with the encouragement of the inhabitants and the support of Mauricio. She gave in to the appeals and accepted to run and was elected the first female governor in the state with a significant number of votes, without giving the least chance to the other candidates for the position. Four years later, after successfully fulfilling his first political mandate and receiving several honorable titles for the life devoted to the most, needy and for the various support programs for riverside dwellers, he accepted from his party the proposal to run for the mandate of governor of Pará. What she did and once again was elected in the first round of the elections, and governed her state with the same dedication in favor of the neediest social classes. This way he left in history a legacy of his c
It was a cold winter morning when there was a knock at the door. Adelaide, a woman over forty, visibly suffered from her weather-worn appearance due to the difficult life she led beside her drug addicted husband and from whom she was constantly beaten, opened the door, finding a small basket and in it a beautiful child wrapped in ragged and dirty sheets. The weeping of that tiny life moved her soul, filling her anguished heart with joy, for it carried within her the desire to be a mother. Unfortunately, he was never able to achieve it, due to an involuntary abortion suffered after being savagely beaten by his partner. Without really thinking about what decision to make at that moment, he took the child into the house and provided him with a bath, wrapping him in clean sheets to keep him warm. However, the hunger that tormented the little girl with fair skin and blue eyes made her cry relentlessly, which aroused in euphoric Luís Damasio the anger to silence her
The path he followed after the barbaric crime committed against his adoptive father in his own home, in trying to prevent him from continuing to beat his mother violently was uncertain. The girl fled through the forest aimlessly. During the flight, he wondered what had actually happened to Damasio, asked in his thoughts whether he was really dead or survived the stab in the chest. The dense forest that followed after leaving the road where he had been walking for several hours, to prevent it from being easily located by those who might come after him, was dark and cold, although it is still day and the sun is with them. rays burning the skin. It was a walk as if he were walking blindly, both because of the darkness that formed with each step taken into the forest, and because he did not know the place entirely. It was only possible to hear the song of insects and owls that was a permanent night there, it seemed that there was never a day in that part of nature. S
Suddenly he heard footsteps, hid behind the counter. A woman, looking in her fifties, walked around the room, laying flowered towels on the tables and humming that horrible song. He accidentally behaved disastrously and hit something, causing a loud noise that was heard by the lady with white hair who soon tried to discover the origin of what happened. — Who's there? Silence was his answer. — Come on, come on, whoever it is! The girl, frightened and full of suspicion, decided to show herself. Seeing that beautiful girl, with long hair and an innocent look, Maria dos Anjos was sure that she was facing a great source of income and that she could earn a lot of money, exploring the purity of that poor girl. After a few seconds of surprise, he ordered her to approach and asked him about her unexpected presence there, in that brothel. — Who are you, girl, what are you doing here in my house? After taking a few steps towards the center of