The red one

Man looking strong and healthy wiped the face and neck with a handkerchief green argyle dense blacks and whites, young, reduced to a crumpled ball holding, the use of left-handed, in the left pocket of his trousers. He was careful not to touch the head, not to break down, - seemed glued - gray hair shot in a paper reporting.

"The red one this year is phenomenal mature now that is hot and heady worse than in February," continued satisfaction.
The driver was listening to him. The ears to the voice, the eyes in the face of the rider with strong arms, skin, cooked by working the land. Do not assimilated, however, face and words if it was so not passively anguish he felt. A growing fear - pure unmotivated now - of what would have happened if ...