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“I think they will tend to believe you. By the way, I hope you
brought some more rocks and dust with you. We’re running low
on the stuff,” Bardala said, sitting down next to Tital.
“I never leave home without them. Now, please sit down. I
will begin...with the rancher...his name is Trall...his ranch is called
Kaóc...it is an island. Now, look up in the sky for a moment...you
see that little, blurry dot...well...” Ek Chuah explained it all in very
simple detail to the fascinated men. He even told them about
the rideable Gigantoraptors, and Yum Cimil.
“Why my son, Tital?” was the only question left after two
hours of the long story, that Fernándo could ask.
“Why not your son? Be proud that he is the chosen one,” Ek
Chuah responded. “And, we even have a horse for you to ride,
just pick a name.”
The next morning when Fernándo and Ricárdo awoke, they
were happy to see Ek Chuah was still there. He had prepared a
large breakfast for humans.
Before Fernándo and Ricárdo joined the crew for breakfast,
Fernándo quietly asked Ricárdo for his opinion, “Do you think I
should tell Tital the whole truth of why they didn’t hear anything
from me for all those years?”
“I know you would like to be honest with your son, but this is
not the place, or the time. What happened to you was not your
fault. Give him some time to see the real person you are like, we
can help him with this large horse roundup. Then, when things
are settled down, you and I can tell him everything. Wait and
see, the correct time will come for the full truth. Now, let’s join
his crew for breakfast, I’m hungry.”
The crew got an early start driving towards Baker, Nevada.
When they drove through Farmington, New Mexico, they