I was watching Ultima’s body, it was as if she had dried up like her herbs, but unlike them she could not heal anyone anymore. I then saw Tenorio, his bloody shirt dripping down on her. He had his two daughters by his side, they were palidas and each of them had specks of rooster blood scattered on their faces. Then they took Utima’s cadaver, and placed her into a woven cottonwood basket. What had this meant? Were her teachings to me from the Diablo himself? Were my friends correct about Ultima being a bruja? No, that could not be it. A kind curandera, like her, would not stoop to the sins made by witches.
My heart lurched with fear of what the Trementinas might do next. It was at that moment, they put the basket onto the bed of the wagon.
My heart lurched with fear of what the Trementinas might do next. It was at that moment, they put the basket onto the bed of the wagon.