One day, Estanislao Reyes decided to get married and went on horseback to Santa Clara to straighten out his documents. I arrived in the city, did all my business and hurried back because a hurricane was starting.
He spurred his horse, the horse flew like an arrow, and the hurricane was hot on their heels. When Estanislao arrived at his home in San Juan and looked back, he saw that the entire steppe was burning and the flames were rising to the skies. And the fire started from sparks that flew from under the hooves when the horse rushed at full speed along the rocky road.
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