K.Esquivel-LWFC

This woman desperately needed a man to
quench the red-hot fire that was
raging inside her.
A man equal to loving someone who needed
love as much as she did, a man
like him.
Gertrudis stopped running when she saw him
riding toward her.
Naked as she was, with her loosened hair
falling to her waist,
luminous, glowing with energy, she might
have been an angel and devil
in one woman. The delicacy of her face, the
perfection of her pure
virginal body contrasted with the passion, the
lust, that leapt from
her eyes, from her every pore. These things,
and the sexual desire
Juan had contained for so long while he was
fighting in the mountains,
made for a spectacular encounter.
Without slowing his gallop, so as not to
waste a moment, he leaned
over, put his arm around her waist, and lifted
her onto the horse in
front of him, face to face, and carried her
away. The horse, which
seemed to be obeying higher orders too,
kept galloping as if it already
knew their ultimate destination, even though
Juan had thrown the reins
aside and was passionately kissing and
embracing Gertrudis. The
movement of the horse combined with the
movement of their bodies as
they made love for the first time, at a gallop
and with a great deal of
difficulty.
They were going so fast that the escort
following Juan never caught up
with him. Liars tell half-truths and he told
everyone that during the
battle the captain had suddenly gone crazy
and deserted the army.
That is the way history gets written, distorted
by eyewitness accounts
that don't really match the reality.
Tita saw the incident from a completely
different perspective than the
rebel soldiers. She watched the whole thing
from the patio as she was
washing the dishes. She didn't miss a thing
in spite of the rosy
clouds of steam and the flames shooting out
of the bathroom, which made
it hard for her to see. Pedro, too, was lucky
enough to witness the
spectacle, since he was just leaving the patio
on his bicycle to go for
a ride.
Like silent spectators to a movie, Pedro and
Tita began to cry watching
the stars act out the love that was denied to
them. There was a
moment, one brief instant, when Pedro could
have changed the course of
their story. Taking Tita's hand in his, he
began to talk to her: -Tita
. . . But that was all. There was no time to
finish. He was forced
back to grim reality. He had heard Mama
Elena's shout, asking what was
going on out on the patio. If Pedro had
asked Tita to run away with
him, she wouldn't have hesitated for a
moment, but he didn't; instead,
he quickly hopped onto his bicycle and
furiously pedaled away.
He couldn't get the image of Gertrudis out of
his mind, Gertrudis
running through the fieldcompletely naked.
He must have been
hypnotized by her ample breasts swinging
from side to side. He'd never