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Abstract After sacrificing four heifers to her friend Escobedo’s greed, Mar tina, the wife oflsidro Champi, ran home, frightened by the news that her husband’s imprisonment was due to his having rung the bells at the time of the riot; and once home, she collected Isidro’s ponchos and went to the jail. The jailer let her come in, and when she saw her husband she burst into uncontrollable tears. “Isidro, Isidrocha, what have they done to you? Ay! Your hands and mine are clean, we haven’t stolen anything or killed anyone. Ay!” the poor woman said. “Patience, Martica; save your tears and pray to Our Blessed Mother,” Isidro answered, trying to calm his wife, who dried her eyes with the edge of one of the ponchos and replied, “You know, Isidro, I’ve gone to see our friend Escobedo and he says he’ll have you out in no time.”