Una historia triste de contar [2] (BigVERSO)

Una historia triste de contar [2]

El caza fortunas habia engañado a medio pueblo tomando el dinero de los mas pudientes para la construcción de una fabrica de lujosos automóviles que solo existía sobre unos planos falsos, a la par de esa estafa, tomo por esposa a la viuda negra para robarle también su dinero, pero quiso el destino o la suerte que la astuta y peligrosa mujer descubriera su jugada la misma noche de su boda, una vez perdida su careta el caza fortunas entro en una pugna por escapar con vida de las garras de su esposa la viuda negra, antes de la boda el estafador habia guardado todo el dinero que estafo con la fabrica en un enorme cofre de madera que habia enviado a buen resguardo a casa de su buen amigo el cochero del pueblo. Cuando la viuda negra regreso de su viaje de luna de miel con la noticia de la muerte de su último marido, el primer impulso del cochero fue llevarle el cofre a su viuda de inmediato, pero su esposa insistió primero en abrirlo, el cofre habia llegado a la casa con una carta donde el caza fortunas solicitaba que lo cuidasen, estaba lleno de ropa vieja, zapatos y algunos enceres viejos de su familia, la esposa del cochero lo convenció de que la rica viuda no necesitaba trastes usados pero a ellos unos pobres de solemnidad les serian de mucha ayuda, abrieron entonces el cofre encontrándose con una inmensa fortuna, el cochero un hombre honesto que habia trabajado toda su vida supo que habia que regresar el dinero ya que no les pertenecía.

Pero mas pudo las argucias y la avaricia de su esposa para conservarlo, la mujer puso al cochero contra la espada y la pared, o se quedaban con el dinero o se marchaba de la casa, el cochero ante la perspectiva de perder a su mujer y a sus hijos que amaba profundamente fue débil siendo forzado a tomar el dinero, esa misma noche montaron en su viejo coche algunas cosas, a sus hijos y el cofre, marchándose del pueblo de Cañizales huyendo como si fuesen unos bandidos, unos malditos ladrones para mas nunca volver!!!, sabiendo que la viuda negra vendría tras esa fortuna tarde o temprano, pero no solo la viuda, a mitad de camino entre Cañizales y su futuro incierto, los alcanzo el difunto que resulto que no estaba muerto!!!, el caza fortunas dio con ellos, una vez mas el destino le brindaba la oportunidad al cochero de deshacerse de aquel cofre maldito, haciendo el intento de regresárselo a su dueño, pero su esposa obviamente se opuso, entonces repartieron el dinero con el estafador, que como andaba a caballo tan solo pudo llevarse una parte del mismo, luego de eso se separaron tomando caminos distintos, el cochero y su familia por un lado y el caza fortunas por otro, creyó entonces el cochero que jamas volvería a cruzarse en su camino con su amigo el caza fortunas.

Luego de dar tumbos por unos meses yendo de un lado para otro pernoctando en su coche a las afueras de los pueblos y ciudades que se encontraban en su camino, durmiendo con un ojo abierto y el otro cerrado cuidando del cofre, sin dar sus nombres, escondiéndose hasta de sus sombras como les habia recomendado su amigo el caza fortunas, temerosos que la peligrosa viuda negra los atrapara algún día!!!, finalmente el cochero y su familia llegaron a un pueblo perdido en medio del llano llamado El Olvido, que mejor sitio para recomenzar sus vidas, que aquel pueblo apartado del mundo que no tenía ni telégrafo donde todos los mensajes no solo las cartas de amor se enviaban atraves de palomas mensajeras, muy lejos de los colmillos y la telaraña de la viuda negra.

Y aunque en un principio todo parecía un hermoso sueño estando a salvo, con mucho dinero y llenos de felicidad eso fantasía no duraría mucho, el cochero compro una hermosa y enorme casa colonial de dos plantas, con establo propio y muchos cuartos para que sus hijos no tuvieron que volver a dormir de a tres apretujados en un duro catre, si no cómodos cada uno en su propia cama, pero hasta allí llegaron las excentricidades que el dinero le podía permitir al cochero, con la queja de su esposa compro un coche pequeño de paseo y mas caballos para seguir trabajando en lo único que sabia hacer, pensando que sus hijos varones seguirían sus pasos mas adelante, la mujer del cochero quería que comprara una hacienda y criara ganado como le correspondía a un hombre de su fortuna!!!, pero el dinero no da la felicidad y mucho menos si es mal habido, en menos de lo que canta un gallo su esposa enferma por la avaricia de aquella fortuna que dormía dentro del cofre encerrado en una de las habitaciones de la casa, descuido sus deberes, a sus hijos y a su esposo, ya solo se preocupaba por una cosa, vigilar la puerta del cuarto donde estaba el cofre!!!.

Poco después cuando el cochero tratando de lavar un poco sus culpas ´por quedarse con lo que no era suyo comenzó a donar parte del dinero a la iglesia, el dispensario y a la escuela de El Olvido, su esposa perdió completamente la razón no hubo como ayudarla dentro de los linderos del pueblo, entonces el cochero por recomendación del medico de El Olvido la interno en el sanatorio mental mas cercano a aquel pueblo perdido, el sanatorio quedaba en la distante ciudad de Matanzas, hasta allá iba todos los meses desde entonces a visitarla, pero esa solo fue la primera de sus desgracias, parece ser que solamente el cochero fue el único miembro de su familia que fue capaz de eludir la enfermedad de la codicia y la flojera que generaba el dinero del cofre maldito!!!, ninguno de sus hijos varones quiso trabajar con el, las hembras tampoco aprendieron un oficio salvo la mayor que escapo de El Olvido para ir a estudiar a la universidad al poco tiempo de llegar al pueblo, pero aun estando lejos como el resto de sus hermanos solo se comunicaba con su padre para pedirle mas dinero. Luego de unos años cuando el último de sus hijos lo abandono marchándose del pueblo, el cochero tomo el dinero restante del cofre que todavía era mucho lo cambio por monedas de oro y las guardo de vuelta en el cofre, una noche aprovechando que no habia luna salió del pueblo y lo enterró a las afueras del pueblo a los pies de un gran árbol que marco con una X como si de un tesoro pirata se tratara, aunque el suyo estaba maldito de eso estaba seguro el cochero, cuando dejo de enviarles dinero a sus hijos sus cartas también dejaron de llegar, dejando al padre en el olvido.

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A sad story to tell [2]

The fortune hunter had deceived half the town by taking the money of the wealthiest for the construction of a luxury automobile factory that only existed on false plans. Along with that scam, he took the black widow as his wife to also steal her money. money, but as fate or luck would have it, the cunning and dangerous woman discovered his trick on the same night of his wedding. Once he lost his mask, the fortune hunter entered into a struggle to escape alive from the clutches of his wife, the black widow. Before the wedding, the swindler had kept all the money he swindled from the factory in a huge wooden chest that he had sent safely to the house of his good friend, the town coachman. When the black widow returned from her honeymoon trip with the news of her last husband's death, the coachman's first impulse was to take the chest to his widow immediately, but his wife insisted on opening it first, the chest had arrived. to the house with a letter where the fortune hunter requested that he be taken care of, it was full of old clothes, shoes and some old wax from his family, the coachman's wife convinced him that the rich widow did not need used dishes but they needed some poor ones. of solemnity would be of great help to them. They then opened the chest and found an immense fortune. The coachman, an honest man who had worked all his life, knew that they had to return the money since it did not belong to them.

But his wife's tricks and greed were more able to keep it, the woman put the coachman against a rock and a hard place, either they would keep the money or he would leave the house, the coachman faced with the prospect of losing his wife and His children, whom he loved deeply, were weak and were forced to take the money. That same night they packed some things into their old car, including their children and the chest, leaving the town of Cañizales, fleeing as if they were bandits, damned thieves, never to be seen again. come back!!!, knowing that the black widow would come after that fortune sooner or later, but not only the widow, halfway between Cañizales and its uncertain future, the deceased reached them, who turned out to be not dead!!!, the fortune hunter found them, once again fate offered the coachman the opportunity to get rid of that cursed chest, attempting to return it to its owner, but his wife obviously objected, so they shared the money with the swindler, who as He was riding a horse, he was only able to take a part of it, after that they separated, taking different paths, the coachman and his family on one side and the fortune hunter on the other. The coachman then believed that he would never cross paths with his horse again. friend the fortune hunter.

After stumbling around for a few months going from one place to another, spending the night in his car on the outskirts of the towns and cities that were on his way, sleeping with one eye open and the other closed taking care of the chest, without giving their names, Hiding even from their shadows as their friend the fortune hunter had recommended, afraid that the dangerous black widow would catch them one day!!!, finally the coachman and his family arrived at a lost town in the middle of the plain called El Olvido, which better place to start their lives again, that town isolated from the world that did not even have a telegraph where all messages, not just love letters, were sent through carrier pigeons, far away from the fangs and spider web of the black widow.

And although at first everything seemed like a beautiful dream, being safe, with a lot of money and full of happiness, that fantasy did not last long, the coachman bought a beautiful and enormous two-story colonial house, with its own stable and many rooms for his children. They did not have to go back to sleeping in threes crowded together on a hard cot, but each one comfortable in his own bed, but that was the extent of the eccentricities that money could allow the coachman. With his wife's complaint he bought a small car. for a walk and more horses to continue working in the only thing he knew how to do, thinking that his sons would follow in his footsteps later, the coachman's wife wanted him to buy a farm and raise cattle as befitted a man of his fortune!!! , but money does not bring happiness and much less if it is ill-gotten, in less time than a rooster crows, his wife became ill due to the greed of that fortune who slept inside the chest locked in one of the rooms of the house, neglecting her duties, her children and her husband, she only worried about one thing, watching the door of the room where the chest was!!!.

Shortly after, when the coachman, try to wash away his guilt a little for keeping what was not his, he began to donate part of the money to the church, the dispensary and the school of El Olvido, his wife completely lost her mind, there was no way to help her within the boundaries of the town, so the coachman, on the recommendation of the doctor from El Olvido, admitted her to the mental sanatorium closest to that lost town, the sanatorium was in the distant city of Matanzas. He went there every month since then to visit her, but that was only the first of his misfortunes, it seems that only the coachman was the only member of his family who was able to avoid the disease of greed and laziness that generated the money from the cursed chest!!!, none of his male children wanted to work with him, the females did not learn a trade either except the eldest one who escaped from El Olvido to go to study at the university shortly after arriving in town, but even though she was Far away from the rest of his siblings, he only contacted his father to ask for more money. After a few years, when the last of his sons abandoned him and left town, the coachman took the remaining money from the chest, which was still a lot, and exchanged it for gold coins and kept them back in the chest, one night, taking advantage of the fact that there was no moon. He left the town and buried it on the outskirts of town at the foot of a large tree that he marked with an His children's letters also stopped arriving, leaving their father in oblivion.

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