The Ghostly Gallop Through the Night
Don Arturo Rojas recounts a chilling encounter with a spectral charro. As a young man, he and his friends pursued the ghostly figure on horseback but were unable to catch up. The charro led them to a cemetery and vanished.
Gather round, for this is no ordinary tale of cowboys and country dances. This is the kind of story where reality and folklore tangle together like a skein of barbed wire, refusing to disentangle or make a lick of sense. And, as it turns out, you can’t just shake off the dust of old legends—especially not in a place where the dead might just keep on riding.
Let’s set the stage. A young Don Arturo Rojas, brimming with the energy of his youth and itching for a bit of adventure. Imagine him in a dusty Mexican village, a place where neighbors know each other’s business down to the last tortilla, and the sound of hooves clopping along dirt roads is more reliable than any clock. Now, Don Arturo, like any respectable teenager with a head full of daring and a night ahead of him, had only one thing in mind: the dance in Jiménez. You see, back in those days, if you wanted a bit of excitement, you didn’t hop in a car or swipe at some app on your phone. No, no. You saddled up your horse, gave it a hearty kick, and rode through the night, feeling like a mix between John Wayne and a hometown hero.
