They say that before you die you have to have sex with a gypsy. So when his colleagues brought in a wild brown 19 year old for petty theft, Tamás knew his time had come. By the smell of her he decided to keep his expectations low: must not have seen soap for weeks. Typical. Probably lived in a hole in the ground up in Szabolcs. Still. At least once.
His police oath meant as much to Tamás as his marriage oath, and he had been as faithful to the law as he had been to his wife. Julia had been a sweet girl, but a man is a man, and what she doesn't know can't hurt her (ever since the incident with Erzsi he had been much more careful). Besides, she takes good care of Mari (the first Varga to attend high school). Julia had given birth at 19 and it hadn't been easy. They never managed to have another. Just as well. Kept her in shape for when there's nothing else. If there's no horse, ride the donkey.
But now he had a horse: a fine chestnut mare locked up in the stable and all his for a ride. And ride he did. Winnetou and the Mustang.
The only problem came ten months later when the girl showed up again at the station, swaddled newborn in her arms, with her enraged father and two buck brothers demanding retribution.
Tamás had never wanted to be a cop - or to be married, for that matter.
Just like they say.
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