My friend has escaped from the local prison where we had visited him nine or ten times. He was there for eleven months, and then he could no longer bear the thought of a capricious ten-year sentence. What he loved most, beside his family, was his horse and riding in the mountains with his companion horsemen. They went on cabalgadas, seeing themselves as cavalry battalions in the war against Lucifer, led by the Saints San Miguel, Cristo Rey, the Virgin of Guadalupe, and the Virgin of Guanajuato. Sometimes, on such rides, as many as 1,500 men will participate. This afternoon, as an exuberant church band played and the afternoon sun beat down, we watched as a graveyard mason sealed my warrior-friend into a crypt at the Panteón (Cemetery) of the Pueblito de Rocha. My friend died of a broken heart. A heart that broke.
For more context, please scroll down to the post titled “Returning to Mexico and its Forgotten Prisoners,” published here on April 15, 2016.
4 thoughts on “My Friend, the Escaped Prisoner”
Very sad, Sterling.
Sad story ride free wild one where the winds fury runs wild with horses set free of their mortal life ride for liberty ride for justice ride to find your whole heart nothing like the liberty on the back of a horse riderless now grieve no more for the spirit of horse carries you in the eternities a warriors ride
Oh, that’s so sad.
A sorrowful story, amigo. thanks.