“100,000 EUROS TO WHOEVER CAN TAME THIS BULL!” – shouted the wealthy landowner, raising an envelope full of money above his head… All the men in the crowd immediately stepped back, until a 15-year-old boy walked into the arena and then something happened that no one expected
Dust hung in the air, the sun blazed into everyone’s eyes, and hundreds of people had gathered in the stands. Everyone had come for the festival -music, food, laughter… but now no one was laughing.

Behind the gates stood him. The bull named Demon.
Black, massive, nearly nine hundred kilos. His horns curved forward like blunt knives. He stomped the ground with his hoof and breathed heavily, as if searching for someone to unleash his anger on.
In the past month, he had already sent three people to the hospital. One got away with a broken arm. The second lost two ribs. The third was unconscious for four days, and when he woke up – he didn’t even remember his own name.
No one wanted to be next.
The landowner, known in the area as Don Mateo, had bought this bull three years ago. It was supposed to be an ordinary breeding animal, but from the very beginning something went wrong. The bull wasn’t injured and wasn’t sick. He was simply angry. Always.
Don Mateo tried everything. He brought in trainers, called veterinarians, even paid a man from Portugal who claimed he could calm any animal. He lasted less than fifteen seconds in the pen.
After that, Don Mateo stopped trying to fix him and simply reinforced the fence. And now he decided to turn it into a show.
He stood on a wooden platform, holding a thick envelope in his hand, and looked at the crowd with a slight smirk.
One hundred thousand euros to whoever can make him obey.

The crowd began to murmur. A few men stepped forward, but when the gates started to open and the bull slowly entered the arena, they all stepped back again.
He moved heavily, confidently, his head lowered. His muscles rippled under his skin, and his hooves left deep marks in the dry ground.
No one moved. At that exact moment, the boy stepped forward.
He couldn’t have been more than fifteen. Thin, wearing old clothes, barefoot. He looked like he hadn’t come for the spectacle at all – just passing by.
People started laughing.
-Get him out of here!

He won’t even make it to the gate!
But the boy didn’t listen. He walked forward calmly. Don Mateo frowned.
Do you even understand what you’re doing? – he shouted.
The boy paused for a second, but didn’t turn around.
Yes, he answered quietly.
And kept walking. When the distance between him and the bull became very small, the stands fell so silent that you could hear the wind pushing dust across the ground. The bull suddenly lifted his head. He noticed the boy. Snorted. And charged forward.
Someone screamed. People jumped to their feet.
And then something happened that left the entire crowd in complete shock
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But the boy didn’t run. He simply stood there.
At the last moment, when it seemed the collision was inevitable, he took one step forward… and raised his hand.
Not suddenly. Not in fear. Slowly.
The bull abruptly slowed down. One more step… another…
And stopped right in front of him. The crowd froze.

The boy took another step and touched his forehead. The bull exhaled heavily… and lowered his head. No one in the stands could believe what they were seeing.
Don Mateo stepped down from the platform and came closer. He stared without blinking.
How did you do that?.. – he asked.
The boy ran his hand over the bull’s head and only then lifted his eyes.
He’s not evil, he said calmly. – He’s just afraid.
Don Mateo frowned.
Afraid of what?
The boy was silent for a moment.
Of you, he answered quietly.
The crowd began murmuring again.
You’re talking nonsense, Don Mateo said coldly. This bull almost killed people.
The boy shook his head.
-You took him away from his mother too early. He was always alone. You beat him when he didn’t obey. You made him this way.
Those words hung in the air. No one spoke. Don Mateo clenched the envelope in his hand.How do you know that?
The boy looked at the bull. Then back at him.
Because I saw when you took him.
Don Mateo turned pale.

When?..
The boy took a step back, still keeping his hand on the bull’s head.
Three years ago, he said calmly.
It was my father’s ranch.
The silence grew heavy.
Back then, you said he was worth nothing… – the boy continued. – And yet you took him almost for free.
The bull snorted softly, as if recognizing the voice.
My father died a year later, the boy added. And he… stayed here.
No one moved.
Don Mateo slowly lowered the envelope.
And what do you want now? – he asked in a completely different voice.
The boy looked at the bull. Gently stroked him once more. And said calmly:
I didn’t come for the money.
He paused.
I came to take him home.And in that moment, it became clear why the most dangerous bull in the province, for the first time… was simply standing still.