The sky in the east was just beginning to grow light when the slender figure of a young woman stole towards the humble adobe home of Pablo and Conchita Garcia. Clinging to the shadows, she paused before the door. In her arms was a blanketed bundle, and now it stirred and a faint cry escaped. She gently placed the crying baby against the house, close to the wall, and said an emotional goodbye before leaving the baby in the care of those she knew would take care of her child...