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José Rubén was going out of the Bank of Chachapoyas, in the direction of its small mine to pay the salary to the Indians. Along with the golden coins bag it was going a little of court and cheese to eat, that was taking it in the saddle-bags loaded in its dapple-gray mule. And; doing the way between summits and vales, smelling to lavender, thyme and wild flowers was going approaching its destination. Behind its faithful Duke was coming, funny dog to which only it was necessary to speak. To midday José Rubén looked for a place in the skylight of the forest to eat, and extracted the food, the golden bag, the belt came out with the gun and he prepared to eat.
He was thinking while he ate in the things that it would do when it was rich and with these thoughts it remained deeply asleep. Duke, its faithful guard was looking down over the horizon with its big eyes and was taking care of the sleep of its owner.
Suddenly José Rubén got up, put the hand in its vest and after seeing its clock, realized of late that it was.
Quickly he gathered its belongings and began galloping fast taking an eventful short cut to come earlier to its mine. Duke began barking from atypical form and getting between the paws of the dapple-gray one as if he wanted to stop it. José Rubén gave him the order to remain calm, since he wanted to come to its destination and any mishap would be harmful to him.
Pero Duque was not accepting the orders, it seemed that it had gone crazy, giving barking and bitting the paws of the mule. It was then when José Rubén extracted its gun it shot Duke and continued its way to light step.
Half an hour later he remembered that it had made the golden ball forgotten in the skylight of the forest and when it returned to the place where he had been sleeping half an hour earlier it saw on the bag gory Duke.
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