CHAPTER 7
Hartmann's Web
“A new storm is brewing in the west.” Observed Marcelo. “It is one of those with the tapered shape of a cigar. In the Province of Buenos Aires they foreshadow a very strong wind called Pampero.”
“ Yes, they are indeed very strong storms; we will have problems again with our tents.” Said Emil with a worried gesture.
"Look down there.” Exclaimed Teresa pointing toward a stream that ran by a narrow gaping canyon. “ Is that not a cottage?”
“ Yes.” Replied her husband. “ It is some kind of dwelling indeed, although it seems shabby.”
“ No matter Marcelo, it will give us some protection from the storm.” Decided Emil, heading his horse in the direction of the housing and guiding the rest of the beasts.