ABSTRACT
On going into the long tent, Salvador felt like he'd entered the web of a spider, the old woman was eyeing him so deliberately.
"Los Altos de Jalisco," said Salvador, sitting on a crate. "I see, and are your parents living?" "Thank God, my mother is," he said, smiling grandly. "She's the love of my
life!" The old lady raised up her left eyebrow, smoothing out the apron on her lap.
Either this man was too good to be true or he was the worst kind of coyote, a man capable of stealing a woman's heart and soul.
