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Un último grito, cercano, se oyó:<br />

—¡Ai va, O!...<br />

Bruscamente, con irrumpe <strong>de</strong> ventarrón,<br />

volante como sombra <strong>de</strong> raudo gavilán,<br />

un venado brotó, eléctrico, <strong>de</strong>l ramazal<br />

al rastrojo, tambo rileando su terror<br />

en el suelo polvoso y tirándose al<br />

<strong>de</strong>scampado como a la muerte. Detrás<br />

<strong>de</strong> él venía la bala. Humo, gritos, polvo,<br />

hojas al vien to. El venado se hundió<br />

en la cueva <strong>de</strong>l eco, arrebatado por<br />

un terror avaro. En el suelo, y en su<br />

propia sangre, se <strong>de</strong>vanaba el viejo<br />

Calistro comiéndose la tierra caliente a<br />

bocaradas, bajo el sol.<br />

Mateyo, al darse cuenta, tiró la escopeta<br />

y huyó por el bosque. Los otros dos se<br />

miraban, aterrados, a uno y a otro lado<br />

<strong>de</strong> aquel abismo <strong>de</strong> agonía. El polvo<br />

se bía ido asentando. De bruces en los<br />

terrones ennegrecidos por la sangre,<br />

el cuerpo <strong>de</strong>l viejo se estremecía,<br />

intermitentemente. Cuando quedó al<br />

fin quieto, ya nadie había alre<strong>de</strong>dor;<br />

sólo al pie <strong>de</strong>l palón quema do, que era<br />

como una astilla <strong>de</strong> noche en medio<br />

<strong>de</strong>l llano pelón, el conejo sedoso y<br />

tranquilo se reiba, mostrando al cielo<br />

sus afilados dientecillos roe dores, <strong>de</strong><br />

satisfecho...<br />

162<br />

A last scream was heard, nearby:<br />

“It’s comin’ O’ 311 ...!”<br />

311. You, you guys. An exclamative word to call someone’s attention.<br />

Abruptly, like a violent wind, flying like<br />

the shadow of a swift sparrowhawk, an<br />

electric <strong>de</strong>er burst out of the bush into<br />

the stubble. The animal was drumming<br />

his terror on the dusty ground and<br />

jumping towards the clear space as if<br />

towards <strong>de</strong>ath. A bullet pursued the<br />

<strong>de</strong>er. Smoke. Screams. Dust. Leaves in<br />

the wind. The <strong>de</strong>er sank in the cave of<br />

the echo, overwhelmed by a greedy<br />

terror. On the ground Old Calistro<br />

thrashed around in his own blood,<br />

eating a mouthful of the sun-baked<br />

soil.<br />

Mateo, realizing what he had done,<br />

tossed away his rifle and fled through<br />

the woods. The other two stared at<br />

each other full of fear in that abyss of<br />

agony. The dust was settling down. Face<br />

down, on the clots of dirt blackened<br />

by the blood, the body of the old man<br />

trembled, intermittently. When the<br />

body stopped twitching, there was<br />

nobody around. At the base of the big<br />

burnt tree which was like a splinter of<br />

night in the middle of the naked plain,<br />

the silky and calm rabbit laughed,<br />

showing the sky sharp ro<strong>de</strong>nt teeth of<br />

a satisfied rabbit.

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