part 1
Una paloma blanca.
The phantom was hard, but he found a temporary solution, though not without grace. The prima donna loved to wear a strawberry and cream mask before applying make-up. This is the top of his love for himself and appeared before the eyes of the morning guest, who dared to disturb the governor's boudoir.
Even on the fence, it would be impossible to read the word "PI....RAS" easier than on Colonel Huerta's face. "And then I'll say - allergies", - the Ghost invented in the course of the ghost, in an easy flight of the role once forgot that this "allergy", or rather, the attitude to it, and is the cornerstone of his manic-depressive personality.
However, the enemy got a miracle, Phantom knew how to appreciate the enemy. What an ardent boy de Chania, gentlemen good! We have a trained murderer, ruthless, unscrupulous and aggressive, although again, unfortunately, wonderfully presentable appearance. On Raulevo nobility and game by any rules here hardly it is necessary to count. And the main thing - the Ghost painstakingly closed his eyes, for which he paid the price, the mask knocked out a tear - the colonel clearly surpassed the hermit theater in the arts necessary for survival here: fencing and horseback riding. The phantom knew how to do something, yes, but in an open competition, it was possible to enter only as a quiet home club with ardor and experienced courtesan - only in the hope of an unexpected prize of audience sympathy. The sword was the number one danger. After the incident at the cemetery with the Count's offspring, Eric understood the nuances. The only chance is to deprive the opponent of this feature in case of a fight with a local native in any way, and there is a matter of technique, fights without rules - our everything. Well, Colonel, the future victim of my engineering thought, so we met. What is your idea there? To make a memoir... uh... Senorita Ortencia's bait and that... Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, I agree, would you go outside and wait, or would you help me wash off my goat milk mask?
- What is it you... Colonel... all the time, turning your back on me? - Eric asked me playfully. - So much for me... Emin... Do you trust me?
- It's my fault," he sifted through his teeth. - I'm waiting for you at the carriage, Your Excellency.
"You're a fucking razor," Phantom muttered in response to what he hadn't said, just closing the door. Who is Ortencia? Oh. I guess that's the swarthy one, huh? Awkwardly it turned out. Well, nothing. How can we just warn the señorita not to be afraid? Not when she's arrested, people go to prison as they do to work, but when they come to rescue her. Because the Phantom's methods of salvation are usually even sharper than the methods of crime.
Walking in a carriage on "property" caused a slight sadness. Ah, there would be a turnaround, - the ignorance of what Phantom thought. And that, and that, and so to do, would be the richest edge! Bitterly sighing, he continued from behind the curtain (allergies!!) to have a small talk with the horseman next to him about it. Not forgetting to change his usual team tone to the necessary trembling falsetto. An inspection of the mine made an impression. Ignoring the half-naked, suffering people with cars and shackles, Eric asked for pebbles in the carriage and looked at it for a long time.
- What is it in our area," he asked capriciously, "that's such a strange demographic profile, huh?
- W-what, Your Excellency?
- The birth rate is not so good.
- Hm. I can't consider myself responsible for...
- And the rest of what was born, somehow, somehow decreases quickly. People are dying like flies, I say.
- It is God's will to do everything.
- Then yes, I agree, but the Almighty hardly needs your help.
- H- I don't understand...
- I say, have you tried not to kill in such amounts? It should help.
Colonel Huerta tried to look the idiot in the eye who got it. And I got a look back, full of love, light, and the joy of a child's life. And for some reason, he blushed. And he began to justify himself. In his own style, but still...
- The people here, Your Excellency, cannot be kept within the borders without fear and coercion. They are lazy and terribly fond of gossip, and to make them work only with a whip. The lands, to put it mildly, are not very fertile, but you can die of hunger, allowing people to weave their tongues in squares for a day or two and scold the power instead of plowing... watering... shorter what they do with all this... Yes. Bandits and robbers in the mountains. I don't know about Spain, but here, the one who hasn't learned to kill will not save his life. Colonies - not for prosperity, but at least for survival - need a hard hand, constant control, a strong man in power, who has a concept and experience in the business entrusted to him.
to be continued...