The boys grew hearing stories told by their grandfather, scare histories. The legend of the Dumb without a head was the one he repeated over and over, especially when they passed by a certain junction on the road between the ranch and the city.
The life in the city was peaceful at those days, and the boys lived loose, playing in the streets. At times, they traveled alone, on foot, to visit the grandfather. A walk of almost an hour.
In that Saturday, after playing all day long, they decided in an impulse to go to the ranch. The sun began to fall and they were already gone half the way.
" Dim, It's going to get dark quickly. Do you think we'll be able to cross the junction before the night arrive? "
His eyes stared. The grandfather always said that the beast appeared at night, and killed his victims of fright. "
Let's go faster, then! " Dim answered.
And so it was.
The boys gave small trots hoping to win the race against the nightfall. But, their calculations were not correct at all.
When they arrived in the curve before the junction it was already completely dark, and only the full moon was illuminating the way.
The two stopped there for a couple of minutes, looking for breath and courage to cross the junction, like flashes of lightning.
Suddenly, they heard a crack in the bushes. The oldest, in a reflex, grabbed at the Dim's hand and the two of them ran as fast as they could, back home.
They arrived there quicker than if they were driving a car!
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