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The narrator's great-grandmother told her a dramatic story from the 1940s when she lived in Pedernales, Ecuador with her husband and four daughters. While traveling to visit the doctor in Manta, she received a telegram saying her husband had died from a self-inflicted gunshot wound. Unable to find immediate transportation back due to the remote location and infrequent buses, she and her cousin embarked on a dangerous two-day journey on horseback through heavy rain and mud. Exhausted and fearing for their lives, they followed a mysterious light in the dark night that led them to a refuge. The next day they continued and arrived in Pedernales, but unfortunately her husband had already been buried
The narrator's great-grandmother told her a dramatic story from the 1940s when she lived in Pedernales, Ecuador with her husband and four daughters. While traveling to visit the doctor in Manta, she received a telegram saying her husband had died from a self-inflicted gunshot wound. Unable to find immediate transportation back due to the remote location and infrequent buses, she and her cousin embarked on a dangerous two-day journey on horseback through heavy rain and mud. Exhausted and fearing for their lives, they followed a mysterious light in the dark night that led them to a refuge. The next day they continued and arrived in Pedernales, but unfortunately her husband had already been buried
The narrator's great-grandmother told her a dramatic story from the 1940s when she lived in Pedernales, Ecuador with her husband and four daughters. While traveling to visit the doctor in Manta, she received a telegram saying her husband had died from a self-inflicted gunshot wound. Unable to find immediate transportation back due to the remote location and infrequent buses, she and her cousin embarked on a dangerous two-day journey on horseback through heavy rain and mud. Exhausted and fearing for their lives, they followed a mysterious light in the dark night that led them to a refuge. The next day they continued and arrived in Pedernales, but unfortunately her husband had already been buried
When I was young my great-grandmother told me a dramatic story that she lived in the 40s. She was living in Pedernales with her beautiful family, which was composed by four daughters and her husband. Every three months she took her daughters to the doctor that lived in Manta. A winter day, she was on the way to that city, to her sisters house. Everything was fine as always but suddenly a telegram arrived saying that her husband had died because his gun had been fired. She was impressed with the notice, so she inmediately ran to her cousin to tell him the unexpected news. Sadly she left her daughters with her sister, and she went to the bus station with her cousin to return as soon as possible to Perdernales, but unfortunately the next bus would leave in a week because at that time the buses didnt travel regularly. They didnt know what to do, they were desperate, but luckily they found two horses in a house of a friend. They inmediately began to travel on rocky roads, but winter was very strong and it was raining too much, that the mud was an obstacle. After two days, they were dirty, hungry, tired and cold. At the night of the second day, they felt that they were dying, with her last breath, she prayed to God. It was raining too much but in the dark of the night a light appeared, they felt no fear, so they followed the light unhesitatingly. Amazingly they arrived to a refuge where they spent the night. The next day, was a sunny day. They arrived to Pedernales, but unfortunately was too late, because my great-grandfathers body had been buried by his mother. Until today, the story of my great-gradfathers death is a mistery, because all my family are convinced that its impossible that the gun been fired on his head.