Pasaba los días pensativo, con la mirada clavada en la pared de ladrillos. Sus cadenas apenas le permitían moverse. Esperaba pacientemente la noche, para llevar a cabo su plan de escape. El eclipse de luna sería el telón de fondo perfecto para encubrir su huida. Mantenía la confianza en que su compañero de escape, el prisionero en la celda de al lado, cumpliera con su parte del trato...

Saulo Burgos era respetado y no porque se lo haya ganado, el imponía su ley y los que se oponían, ya eran muertos; pero si alguien se atrevía a robarlo, eran doblemente muertos, esa era su ley y no permitía cabos sueltos. Así que agarró a toda la familia Montes y los fue asesinando uno por uno, pero ninguno le dio noticias de su oro.
—Falta uno de los Montes patrón, lo buscaremos y se lo traeremos, delante suyo va a decir dónde lo escondió.
Saulo Burgos sopló el humo que todavía salía de su pistola.
—¡Tráiganlo, me encargaré de despellejarlo!

El viento les traía buenas noticias, El Rubio aspiró el aire y parecía deleitarse, como si fumara del mejor tabaco, su nariz nunca fallaba.
—¡El olor viene de allá! ¡tú Ray! Anda por aquel lado, ¡flaco! te vas a ir por aquí y yo cerraré el camino por acá, ¿me entendieron?
Nadie dijo nada, simplemente hicieron lo mandado. El Rubio lo miró, estaba lavando sus brazos, quebró una rama para alertarlo.
—¡Caíste pajarito! No tuvo tiempo de hacer nada, al frente solo tenía un lodazal, tanto correr para caer como un tonto, eso pensó.
—¡Rubio, mira lo que viene! Parece que esto se va a poner feo.
—Sí señor, huele a mucha agua, iremos al pueblo, allá el Comisario nos dará alojamiento ¡jajajaja!

Cuando entraron al pueblo, atrás solo se veía un viento negro barrer la sábana, El Comisario los recibió y preparó lo necesario para alojarlos.
—A este pajarito me lo encadena, no vaya a escaparse, es mejor prevenir, este Montes es muy mañoso.
Lo encadenaron, de manera que casi no podía moverse, aquel calabozo olía muy mal y tenía poca entrada de luz, Montes notó una sombra qué se movía.
—¡Oye! ¿Quién eres?
—¡Eso qué te importa!
—Vamos hombre, ayúdame, no puedo moverme.
—Tú cómo que eres buena cacería, de lo contrario no te hubieran amarrado así.
—Tengo algo valioso del caudillo Saulo Burgos, si me ayudas, te daré una parte.
—Está bien, cuéntame.
Montes le fue contando todo y el negro fue sopesando cada palabra, luego se levantó y se retiró al otro rincón.
Uno de ellos se asomó.
—¡Comisario! tiene a otro encerrado con Montes, lo queremos solo, nadie debe estar a su lado.
—Tranquilo muchachos, eso se arregla, me había olvidado que lo tenía ahí, es un buscapleitos de este pueblo, un dolor de cabeza, lo pondré en la otra celda.
El Rubio lo siguió y desde la puerta vio como sacaban a un negro alto y fornido.

Para mañana, el cabo Rojas, me trae la comida que manda mi mujer, ese tonto confía en mí y sí la tormenta persiste, más lo que hablan por ahí de un eclipse, vamos a tener una noche bastante larga, será más fácil, eso sí, no quiero trampas, porque si no, seré yo el que te lleve con el salvaje de Saulo Burgos y cobraré la recompensa. —Eso me dijo antes que lo cambiaran de celda.
Afuera la tormenta parecía tragarse al pueblo, Montes miraba la pared, sentía el aire frío colarse por las rendijas, solo esperaba que todo funcionara y pudiera salir de allí, la tormenta era perfecta para sus planes, siempre y cuando el negro pudiera hacer lo que dijo; interrumpió sus pensamientos cuando El Rubio le habló.
—Aquí te traigo algo de comer, si no fuera porque el patrón te quiere vivo Montes, ya tendría tu cabeza de trofeo, esfuérzate para alcanzarla, ahí tienes, ¡come!
Se la tiró a un lado, para que él buscara la manera de agarrarla.
—¡Jajajaja, diviértete Montes!
Cuánto tiempo falta, no se habrá arrepentido, sabe que le dije la verdad, se fue quedando dormido y solo recordaba el día que se jugaron la vida entre todos, robar a Saulo Burgos era toda una hazaña, pero lo lograron y ahora tenían el oro del caudillo. Esa noche en medio de la selva celebraron.
—Ya es la hora, hombre, aquí están las llaves, ese estúpido del cabo Rojas no aguantó, creo que se le rompió el cuello, todo está bien allá afuera, el diablo se divierte.
Le quitó las cadenas y lo levantó, aguantó el grito, sus músculos estaban entumecidos, el negro lo arrastró hacia la parte trasera, los truenos parecían caer arriba del techo, las luces empezaron a parpadear hasta que se apagaron, reinó la oscuridad.
—¡Rubio! no se ve nada.
—¡Comisario! ¿Tiene con qué alumbrar?
—Aquí voy con una linterna.
En ese momento entro uno de los guardias.
—¡Comisario, el cabo Rojas está muerto!
Todos corrieron hacia los calabozos.
—¡Maldita sea! Montes se escapó.
—No debe estar lejos, —dijo Ray —creo que tenemos que mojarnos.
—Comisario, lo siento mucho, cuando pase la tormenta le darán cristiana sepultura, —le dijo El Rubio y le disparó.
La luna comenzó a mostrarse poco a poco, pero esta vez El Rubio había perdido el olfato.
—Ahora sí se subió la gata a la batea, qué le vamos a decir al patrón, ya olemos a muerto.
—Pues será mejor entregarle la vida al diablo y buscar a ese Montes, —dijo el flaco.
—Así es Rubio, que la tormenta nos trague.
—¡Vamos pues! —dijo El Rubio, —no se va a burlar de nosotros.

He spent his days in thought, staring at the brick wall. His chains barely allowed him to move. He waited patiently for the night, to carry out his escape plan. The eclipse of the moon would be the perfect backdrop to cover up his escape. He remained confident that his escape partner, the prisoner in the next cell, would keep his end of the bargain...

Saulo Burgos was respected and not because he had earned it, he imposed his law and those who opposed him were already dead; but if anyone dared to steal from him, they were doubly dead, that was his law and he did not allow loose ends. So he grabbed the whole Montes family and killed them one by one, but none of them gave him any news of their gold.
—One of the Montes is missing, boss, we'll look for him and bring him to you, and in front of you, he'll tell you where he hid it.
Saulo Burgos blew out the smoke that was still coming from his pistol.
—Bring him in, I'll skin him!

The wind brought them the good news, El Rubio sniffed the air and seemed to delight in it, as if he were smoking the best tobacco, his nose never failed.
—The smell is coming from over there! You Ray! You're going to go that way and your flaco! over here and I'll close the road over here, got it?
Nobody said anything, they just did as they were told. El Rubio looked at him, he was washing his arms, he broke a branch to alert him.
—You fell, little bird! He didn't have time to do anything, in front of him there was only a quagmire, so much running to fall like a fool, that's what he thought.
—Rubio, look what's coming! It looks like it's going to get ugly.
—Yes sir, it smells like a lot of water, we will go to the village, there the Commissar will give us lodging, hahahaha!

When they entered the village, behind them there was only a black wind sweeping the savannah, the Commissar received them and prepared the necessary things to accommodate them.

You put the chains on this little bird, I don't want him to escape, it's better to be safe, this Montes is very crafty.
They chained him up so that he could hardly move, that dungeon smelled very bad and had little light, Montes noticed a shadow that moved.
—Hey, who are you?
—What do you care about that?
—-Come on, man, help me, I can't move.

—You're a good prey, otherwise they wouldn't have tied you up like that.
—I have something valuable from the caudillo Saulo Burgos, if you help me, I'll give you a share.
—-All right, tell me about it.
Montes told him everything and the black man weighed every word, then got up and went to the other corner.
One of them came out.
—Commissar! You have another one locked up with Montes, we want him alone, no one should be by his side.
—Calm down, boys, that can be arranged, I had forgotten I had him there, he's a troublemaker in this town, a pain in the head, I'll put him in the other cell.
El Rubio followed him and from the door, he saw how they took out a tall, stocky black man.

For tomorrow Corporal Rojas will bring me the food that my wife sends, that fool trusts me and if the storm persists, plus what they talk about an eclipse, we are going to have a long night, it will be easier, but I don't want any traps, because if not, I will be the one to take you to the savage Saulo Burgos and I will collect the reward. —That's what he told me before he was moved to another cell.
Outside the storm seemed to swallow the town, Montes looked at the wall, he felt the cold air seeping through the cracks, he only hoped that everything would work and he could get out of there, the storm was perfect for his plans, as long as the black man could do what he said; he interrupted his thoughts when El Rubio spoke to him.

—Here I bring you something to eat, if it wasn't because the boss wants you alive Montes, he would already have your head as a trophy, now make an effort to reach the food, there you go, eat!
He threw it to the side so that he could find a way to grab it.
—Hahahaha, have fun Montes!
He must not have regretted it, he knows I told him the truth, he started to fall asleep and only remembered the day they gambled their lives together, stealing Saulo Burgos was quite a feat, but they succeeded and now they had the caudillo's gold. That night in the middle of the jungle they celebrated.
—It's time, man, here are the keys, that stupid corporal Rojas couldn't hold on, I think he broke his neck, everything is fine out there, the devil is having fun.
He took off the chains and lifted him up, he held his scream, his muscles were numb, the black man dragged him towards the back, the thunder seemed to fall on top of the roof, the lights started to flicker until they went out, darkness reigned.

—Rubio! -I can't see a thing.
—Commissar! -Do you have any light?
—Here I go with a torch.
At that moment one of the guards came in.
—Commissar, Corporal Rojas is dead!
They all ran towards the dungeons.
—Damn it! Montes escaped.
—He can't be far, — said Ray, —I think we need to get wet.
—Commissar, I'm very sorry, when the storm passes they'll give him a Christian burial, — El Rubio told him and shot him.
The moon began to show itself little by little, but this time El Rubio had lost his sense of smell.
—What are we going to tell the boss, we already smell dead.
—Well, we'd better give our lives to the devil and look for that Montes, — said the skinny man.
—That's right, Rubio, may the storm swallow us up.
—-Let's go then! —said El Rubio, —he won't make fun of us.