Miguel is the perfect coyote: dedicated, single-minded, his record unblemished. His home is the winding path of the migrant: the back alley gravel, the crumbled pavement, and last - the river. Despite this perfect record, Miguel is no stranger to death. His nickname, "El Maldito" hints of what we will soon see for ourselves, for Miguel seems haunted by the dead and dying. He comes upon them on desert roads; he hears their confessions, and takes part in their dying wishes. Miguel's house, much like the man himself, stands alone; yellowed photographs breathe the sigh of a life given over to a singular purpose - crossing his people to a new life. There are signs that this quiet struggle is soon to break. When a terrible wreck draws Miguel to the roadside, the order of his life comes to ruin, for Elena, the wreck's lone survivor, recognizes Miguel.—Greg Morgan

On the border of the US and Mexico, there are whispers of a 'Coyote.' A man so adept at sneaking immigrants across, none of his 'mojados,' his people, have ever been caught. Despite this perfect record, Miguel is no stranger to death. His nickname, 'El Maldito' hints of what we will soon see for ourselves, for Miguel seems haunted by the dead and dying.