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- "A man would be better sleeping in the pouring rain with a bullet in his side and a lynching posse on his trail than spending a second in that cursed cave."
- ―Anonymous Comanchero jefe.
Cueva Herradura, or Horseshoe Cave in English is a deep and dark cavern nestled in the heart of the Sierra Madres. High up on a mountain, the cave is a natural shelter from the harsh weather and deep enough to hide from most any man. It was shelter for the Aztecs as the Spaniards hunted them down, shelter for the Villistas as they were hounded by Huerta, and in the post-War, the cave has been shelter for many a comanchero, bandito, and raider.
However the most famous man to take refuge in this cave is the quintessential ghost story of the post-War, El Confederado. Story says in the 2160s a group of comancheros was hiding in the cave from inclement weather or a posse when one of their members was dragged back by an invisible force. The man, commonly called Diego Seville was killed and had his arm severed and the patch of the Confederate battle flag tore from his sleeve. The ghost who did it threw the patch on the ground and galloped out, speaking of the right battle flag he had to find. On further investigation a skeleton of a man and his horse in tattered gray rags was found, the body of this bullet proof phantom.
Thus this little cave became the cradle of the ghost story that would haunt the nightmares of many a paisano and caravaneer to this very day. But while stories say the spirit of El Confederado fled the cave leaving his bones behind, they don't say the cave is still uninhabited. Ghost stories of what goes on in Cueva Herradura are as plentiful as the stars in the sky, everything from the ghosts of old prospectors, to Mexican revolutionaries, to Aztecs, to demons from the pits of Hell are said to live in Cueva Herradura. While no proof has ever been given, there is something unsettling about this cave, a feeling that permeates the air and corrupts every breath taken inside. A feeling like one is being watched, like something is right behind you about to jump and attack. A feeling that it is impossible to be alone in Cueva Herradura and that whatever lives deep in this cavern is better left in the dark. Few have felt such a feeling anywhere else in their lives, and fewer yet have felt this presence in Cueva Herradura and left with their lives and sanity intact.