Lucas_Willian

Velho do Cangaço

Velho do Cangaço is a journey through the backlands of the Northeast, where the harsh reality of life intertwines with the wisdom of a man who has seen it all. With just one eye, the old man sees more than most — he sees the soul of the backlands and carries with him the stories and scars of a life lived on the margins.

In this work, the protagonist crosses arid landscapes and forgotten cities, resolving conflicts and unraveling mysteries wherever he goes. His slow, firm steps tell a story of resistance, strength and the weight of the past, in a land that does not forgive weakness.

Get ready to enter the world of a simple but profound man, where each decision echoes the struggles of a people who, even in the face of the greatest adversities, do not bow down.

The old man of the cangaço

The old man finished his meal in silence, observing the people around him carefully. The tavern began to empty, with the customers returning to their homes, leaving the atmosphere more peaceful. He felt that the moment to discover the reason for his presence there was approaching.

When only a few patrons remained, the tavern door opened again, and a woman entered, bringing with her the cold night air. Her eyes searched the room until they found the old man sitting in the corner. Without hesitation, she walked towards him, her steps determined. There was something urgent in her gaze, something that the old man immediately recognized as desperation disguised as determination.

"Are you the stranger everyone talks about?" she asked, her voice low but firm.

"I'm just a traveler," the old man replied, neither confirming nor denying what she was insinuating.

The woman pulled up a chair and sat across from him. There were shadows of weariness under her eyes, and her hands were shaking slightly. "I need your help," she said, her tone half begging and half demanding.

The old man leaned forward, attentive. "What can I do for you?"

The woman hesitated for a moment, as if the words were hard to say. "My son… he was taken by soldiers. They said he was drafted into the war, but I know there's more to it. There are rumors that they're using young men for something much worse than fighting."

The old man listened calmly, feeling the weight of the woman's anguish. "And you want me to find him?"

She nodded, her eyes pleading. "Yes. I have no way of going after him. But you… I've heard that you've helped others. Please, I beg you. I can pay, but I need you to bring my son back."

The old man was silent for a moment, assessing the situation. He knew that the decision to accept this request could lead him down a dangerous path, but he also knew that he couldn't ignore a mother's pain.

"You don't have to pay me," he said finally. "I'll do what I can to find your son."

The woman let out a sigh of relief, her eyes brimming with gratitude. "Thank you… thank you very much."

"Tell me everything you know about what happened and where they took him," the old man said, already mentally preparing himself for the next journey that lay ahead of him. The road was calling him once again, and he was ready to answer.

Chapter 18: The Strange Request