Please, would you proofread the fourth part of my short story.

From his hiding place the dictator saw a black sheepdog which was sniffing around and wagging his hairy tail. Behind the dog walked an older man with a grey workman's cap on his head. His face was wrinkled and sweaty. His blue thin jacket was threadbare and who knows when it was properly washed the last time. In his right hand he was holding a long stick made from a branch. There were no other people in his company and the dictator felt a huge weight lifted off his mind. He got up and waved with his hands shouting," Good man! Please help me!" The dog barked again, but the old man made him silent with one single word. He approached the dictator without haste and when he saw his dirty face and bloodstains on his clothes he said, "What a misfortune brought you here, stranger?" The dictator did not dare to reveal his real identity but said instead that he had just survived the aeroplane crash. "Aeroplanes," said the man and laughed."I  see them flying above and ask myself what is going to happen when they crash and now I know the answer."

He sat down on a stone, opened his grey ragged bag and took out a piece of smoked meat and goat cheese, both wrapped in an old and washed out, blue-white chequered cloth. He invited the dictator to join him. Under ordinary circumstances the dictator would have probably felt disgust for this poor goatherd and his simple food, but he was so hungry and tired that he snatched meat and cheese in haste and was chewing them with gluttony, which astonished the other who looked at him in awe with his dark eyes. In a moment the man took out a bottle of home made brandy and gave it to the dictator who washed his meal down with the strong drink before returning the bottle to the goatherd and expressing his gratitude.
"My house is on the other side of the mountain," said the goatherd. Please, follow me. There is enough place for you to sleep and  recover."
Walking behind him and his dog, the dictator felt safe. With the astonishing skill the goatherd found the path were the dictator saw only impassible stones. When they reached the top they saw a wonderful landscape spreading before their eyes: forests, meadows and a little river meandering through the valley.It was the first time that the dictator's heart jumped with joy. The unspoiled nature left him speechless and he understood that finally he had found what he had been yearning for all his life.

There was a red painted cottage where the goatherd had been living alone for years. His wife was dead and his children moved to the town in search for better and more comfortable life. He lived a peaceful existence together with his two cows, goats, chickens and the dog. There was a well outside his home and when the dictator fetched the water and drunk it, it tasted like the nectar of Paradise.

To be continued...