This is an old tale; swear to be true of the crying ghost, it is a sad story. It is real, because I was the husband of Maria who is now known as the La Llorona. I was a young man tall, handsome, the son of a wealthy rancher from the southern plains. Many say I could ride like a Comanche! In fact, if I owned a horse, and it grew tame, I would give it away and go rope a wild horse from the plains. My father always told me it wasn't manly to ride a horse if it wasn't half wild. Once my horse grew tame, I told my father I was off to go catch another wild horse and give my horse away to one of the men in the village nearby, I will return after.
On my journey, I rode into a humble little village, in search for wild horses seeking nothing else. The village girls can’t keep their eyes off me, until suddenly; on a pathway in the village my eyes caught the most beautiful girl in the world, with long black hair, brown eyes, and brown skin. I never knew there was a fine looking girl that lived in this small village. I approached her in seeking her name, but she turned away from me, ignoring me. My emotions craved for her attention, I needed to know her name. Until I asked one of the village ranchers “Who is that fine looking women?”
“Will that is Maria, perhaps the most beautiful girl in the world. Don’t waste too much time on her; no man is good enough for her, at least around this area.” The village rancher said.
“Where does she live?”
“Down the village road, take a left and it is the smallest house in the area.”
Then I told myself I will do everything in my power to win her heart. I can sing and play guitar, I can get her things she never had or seen, and I am a wealthy man. I fell for her tricks. "That haughty girl, Maria, Maria! "I said to myself. "I know I can win her heart. I swear I'll marry that girl."
After days, I finally won her heart. Before long, we became engaged and soon were married. At first, things were fine. We had two...