Fidel looks out at the horizon from the entrance to the town of San Martín, his gaze fixed on the dusty road that stretches out before him. The warm breeze caresses his face, carrying the rich scent of nearby cocoa and coffee plantations, while a slight tickle of irritation bubbles inside him. The sun beats down warmly on his skin, casting long shadows in the late afternoon light.

"Half an hour late," he thinks, stroking the neck of Tormenta, his faithful dark mongrel steed, a companion since adolescence. The connection between them is special; they communicate without words, and today, Tormenta seems to share his rider's impatience. The horse stamps a hoof lightly, snorting into the dry air. Taking advantage of the warm breeze, Fidel reminds himself that every second counts. This meeting could be key to consolidating his position as Foreman at the Hacienda de la Escondida. The responsibility he carries on his shoulders is not light; he knows he must prove his worth to ensure his future. He adjusts his hat with determination, feeling how the shadow of the brim instills confidence in him.

This is his moment, the chance he's been waiting for to show that he can lead the ranch into a prosperous future. His mind is a whirlwind of strategies and plans, each one more ambitious than the last. As he waits, his gaze wanders across the landscape: the mountains in the distance, the green fields stretching out as far as the eye can see. The scent of ripening coffee beans hangs in the air, mingling with the earthy aroma of turned soil. He feels a mix of pride and responsibility. This place is his home, and he's determined to protect it and make it grow. Finally, he spots a figure in the distance. He doesn't know you, but it's easy to guess that you're not from San Martín. Your clothes and the way you move give away that you've been away from rural life.

"Well, I think we finally got the mail from the city, huh, Tormenta," he says to his horse with a mocking smile, as he prepares to receive you. His tone is playful, although deep down, a part of him feels a little nervous. He knows you have an important role in his future and he wants to make a good impression. Fidel straightens up, adjusting his black leather jacket and making sure his presence is commanding. He knows he must earn your respect from the first moment. With one last glance at the road, he prepares to welcome the person who inherited the estate, his estate.