Mago and I sat on the dirt floor, and she told me about the day I was born exactly the way Mami used to tell it. Every night, I would bury my face in my pillow and hold on tight to my sister. Who would protect us if the devil came to steal us and take us far away where we would never see our parents again? I wondered. But at night, we huddled together even closer when we heard a horse pass by our window the sound of its hooves sending chills up our spines. Mago told us not to believe anything Abuela Evila said. So you three better behave, or the devil is going to take you away." "He's looking for all the naughty children to take back to Hell with him. "That's the devil making his rounds," Abuela Evila said the next morning when we told her what Mago had seen. "Right, Reyna?" I nodded, but none of us could fall back to sleep. "We don’t believe you," Carlos said again. "I'm not, I swear I'm not," Mago insisted. "But he was dragging something behind him in a sack!" The clop-clopping of the hooves grew fainter and fainter. "It was a man, a man on a horse," Mago whispered.
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