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The threat of rain hung over the mountains that night as I prepared to go to bed…with some trepidation. Would my specter visit tonight, disturbing my rest with that curious mixture of fear and excitement? Had I met him today in the flesh? Was the haughty, aristocratic Father Hidalgo the dark shadow in my dream? But would the bold Hidalgo shirk a physical confrontation after traveling to Albuquerque to see me? He would most likely have marched straight up to me and made his presence known. Or was it gentle Rodrigo, he of the dark beauty so akin to my spectral visitor? That made no sense. Why should either of them seek me out a hundred miles to the south? How would they have even identified me?
No. The mysterious figure who watched me in Albuquerque and from beyond the chasm here i
