A gift or maybe a curse

What was that I just heard, dona Eduviges?

She shook her head as if waking from a dream.
«That’s Miguel Paramo’s horse, galloping down the road to the Media Luna.»
«Then someone’s living there?»
«No, no one’s living there.»
«But…?»
«It’s only his horse, coming and going. They were never apart. It roams the countrysid, looking for him, and it’s always about this time it comes back. It may be that the poor creature can’t live with its remorse. Even animals realize when they’ve done something bad, don’t they?»
«I don’t understand. I didn’t hear anything that sounded like a horse.»
«No?»
«No.»
«Then it must be my sixth sense. A gift God gave me – or maybe a curse. All I know is that I’ve suffered because of it.»What was that I just heard, dona Eduviges?
She shook her head as if waking from a dream.
«That’s Miguel Paramo’s horse, galloping down the road to the Media Luna.»
«Then someone’s living there?»
«No, no one’s living there.»
«But…?»
«It’s only his horse, coming and going. They were never apart. It roams the countrysid, looking for him, and it’s always about this time it comes back. It may be that the poor creature can’t live with its remorse. Even animals realize when they’ve done something bad, don’t they?»
«I don’t understand. I didn’t hear anything that sounded like a horse.»
«No?»
«No.»
«Then it must be my sixth sense. A gift God gave me – or maybe a curse. All I know is that I’ve suffered because of it.»

– Pedro Páramo

Juan Rulfo