20

The voices were still distant, but as soon as Carlos had the chance to sit up and look at the window, where he saw the flash of the lanterns, he saw those damn silhouettes and someone up. It was the silhouette of a girl. With the heart giving him an impulse of adrenaline in the swollen veins of his neck, he took the crossbow and not the shotgun. He was the best crossbowman with arrows and pellets than with cartridges. It was very difficult to see a crossbow around Espuña Mountains, but he had it.

Breathing hard, he kneels down, picked up an arrow, and inserted it into the crossbow, also known as a ballista, and then tensed it. His hands lifted in the air, holding the crossbow like it was a shotgun and looked through the peephole made of elaborate magnifying and precision glasses. His breathing and his finger on the trigger were shaking.

He saw it clearly.

It was the silhouette, and then without thinking twice, he pulled the trigger.