'Do you think it was a coyote, Choy?' I asked a young man after he heard the story.

'Who knows? A dog, no doubt. Too large for a coyote.'

'Do you think it may have been a diablero?'

'That's a lot of bull. There are no such things.'

'Why do you say that, Choy?'

'People imagine things. I bet if you had caught that animal you would have seen that it was a dog. Once I had some business in another town and got up before daybreak and saddled up a horse. As I was leaving I came upon a dark shadow on the road which looked as a huge animal. My horse reared, throwing me off the saddle. I was pretty scared too, but it turned out that the shadow was a women who was walking to town.'

'Do you mean, Choy, that you don't believe there are diablero si'

'Diableros! What's a diablero? Tell me what a diablero is!'

'I don't know, Choy. Manuel, who was riding with me that night, said the coyote could have been a diablero. Maybe you could tell me what a diablero is?'

'A diablero, they say, is a brujo who changes into any form he wants to adopt. But everybody knows that is pure bull. The old people here are lull of stories about diableros. You won't find that among us younger people.'

'What kind of animal do you think it was, donna Luz?' I asked a middle-aged woman.

'Only God knows that for sure, but I think it was not a coyote. There are things that appear to be coyotes, but are not. Was the coyote running, or was it eating?'

'It was standing most of the time, but when I first saw it, I think it was eating something.'