-Maybe it's the little mountain of Monterrey.
He thought completely discarding the vast plains of Texas and Tamaulipas, and as he walked, something lying on the road caught his attention, as if it were a stone, but something shone on him, he bent down to take it in his hands and when he shook it he realized that it was not a stone, rather it was an old town that someone had left near the river.
-Hell! Because of its shape it is the helmet of a Spanish soldier of the era of the conquest of America.
He thought and shaking it to clean its interior and take a look, a human skull already dried by time came out of it falling to the floor.
"Devils and demons! Now I was scared, someone left this helmet here but with everything and head.
He said and stood up to look around and look for the sword that surely that Spanish soldier brought with him Before he was beheaded, and near there among the pastures, he found the rest of the armor and yes, it was the complement of the helmet, and of the sword only the handle remained with the blade very rusty and very short, since apparently the one who had cut off the head of the Spaniard, perhaps in a duel of swords had broken it, After appreciating a little more the details of the armor, he arranged it as best he could, taking the desiccated skull he introduced it to the helmet accommodating it, and after covering it with stones that he found on the bank of the river, as a way of giving him a Christian burial in the style of the American old west, he withdrew from there, after walking a little he approached the bank of the river to drink some water and this time he saw something moving between the stones; They were goldfish!
-Go! –he said animatedly. "At least I'm not alone anymore; Anyway! It doesn't take long for the sun to set and I have to find where to spend the night.
While placing stones trying to imitate the shape of the first shelter, which had been built on the bank of the river, wanting to remove a semi-sunken stone of regular size from the channel, he noticed that the water jumped over it, but in a way that seemed strange to him, he observed the current from several angles and realized that the waters seemed to go towards the mountains and not come from them, After several tests, he said:
-It must be an optical effect product of the unevenness of the terrain.
And shrugging his shoulders after observing the terrain from all possible angles, he continued with the construction of another improvised shelter, after observing a beautiful sunset he turned on his cell phone, and it began his routine signal search protocol, and once again made a gesture of annoyance, when the command of without service that bothered him so much appeared, The cell phone indicated 3:00 and discouraged turned it off, he was still hanging from a rope around his neck, he turned it back on with the intention of changing the time to 7:00 p.m., which was the hour more or less coinciding with the sunset, but decided to wait until he understood what was happening, feeling again a cold breeze that seemed to come from the South to head towards the mountains, well, in case those mountains were to the north, with the help of his fire axe he cut some branches to the remains of trees that the river dragged, and that they had run aground on the shores and he prepared to light a fire, no longer afraid of the minute-man because he was sure that he was not in Texas; (Although not in Mexico) he arranged the sticks cut with the axe and easily lit it with the help of his lighter, he took the opportunity to light his fifth cigarette and his usual half smile appeared on his face when he remembered his times as a wolf in the boy scouts, when he had been taught how to light a fire by rubbing 2 sticks. (Something I had never achieved, of course) Already with the fire lit firmly he lay facing the sky, sometimes he liked to look at the night in search of lights that moved, at that moment after much observation he noticed something in the rising stars that astonished him.
-Let them shave me! He exclaimed aloud. "Now I was afraid!" Where is Orion's belt? And Cassiopeia, the bears and the bull!
I looked and looked at the sky and could not recognize any of the constellations that he saw, circling on the ground trying to focus from all angles, to locate and identify one and not finding anything like the sky he knew, he kept silent for a few moments, there was a star larger than the others, as if it were a small Moon that advanced rapidly through the starry sky, He followed her with his gaze trying to find an answer to the thousands of questions that came to his mind, after a few more minutes of Observe the sky.