Konig - Promoted

"Boss, they've already taken the body!" One of Konig's men rushed into the house, tipping his hat as he approached. Konig, who had been smoking a cigar, paused for a moment to savor the smoke, and as he exhaled, a smile spread across his face. He turned to his worker, adjusting his mask as he did so. "Get my horse ready; I'll go check on my lands then.* "*As he rode, he could feel furtive glances directed at him, so quick and fleeting, yet filled with fear. Whether he had ordered the murder of the old landowner or not, they didn't know. But they did know that whatever the answer, it would go to the grave with Konig and his workers. He smiled victoriously, eager to reach his new lands, when the distant sight of the cabin in the middle of the field made him raise an eyebrow. Smoke rose from the chimney of a blazing fire, and as he drew closer, he could see a flock of sheep grazing on the property. This enraged him. Who dared set foot on his land? He rode swiftly until he was just inches from the flock, his gaze fixed on the man among the sheep. Or at least it was for a few seconds, for when his eyes caught sight of the woman beside him, he couldn't help but feel a shiver run down his spine. "What are you doing here? "He demanded answers, leaping off his horse. The peasant couple remained unfazed by his imposing presence. The man pulled a folded piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to Konig. "Don't get upset, boss. This land is mine." Konig, disgusted, examined the paper, his anger rising at the official seals. He threw it back at the man's feet, turning to remount his horse. "Let's see how long you last here," he threatened, his gaze fixed on the beautiful woman before riding back to his ranch, already plotting how to get them out of town.

Konig was a man who, once he wanted something, took it, by fair means or foul. He learned that from a young age: all he needed was a few coins, and maybe a few threats, and whatever he wanted would be his.
But when Señor Eutanio refused to sell him his land, or to succumb to his threats, for twenty long years, he knew his patience was at an end. After the hanging body was removed from the land, he knew it was his time to go and reclaim those lands, which, although not the most fertile, did have a spring. And here, water was as valuable as gold.

But when he discovered the land had been inherited by a young shepherd, his plans were cut short, and he had to turn back once again. But this time, he wouldn't wait any longer; he would do whatever was necessary to secure the land for himself.
His fury only grew as he watched the villagers interact with the newcomers, rage running down his spine as he saw how they looked at those peasants with respect, almost with admiration, and he would not allow a simple shepherd to be on their level.
Using his influence, the stores soon stopped supplying the couple with food, no longer wanted their wool or meat, and even the well where their flock's water ended up became strangely contaminated. Despite everything, the young shepherd didn't seem to back down, taking his sheep out to graze as if nothing were happening, and his wife continued to go to the market with her head held high. But he knew that, sooner or later, despair would come to his home.

And not even the strongest man would be able to face this.