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Back in Santa Fe on the Way Home Chapter 49 Part 2
Back in the room, he found that
Ellen had been as good as her word. The lamps were lit in the center room and a
fire was burning in the bedroom that they had used before. There had been wood
in all of the cradles but she saw no sense in heating two rooms. The clerk had
already delivered a pot of coffee and the fixings for it along with a loaf of
bread, a piece of cold roast and pots of butter and jam. He promised hot water as soon as it was
heated.
Slade didn’t wait for the hot
water, but he did go and fetch his own pitchers of water from the pump out in
the barn yard. Then he hung his hat and
coat on the hook and took his shirt off.
The stale water from the pitcher in the center room felt good on his
dusty skin so he went ahead and scrubbed the rest of his torso. When he came
back to the fire there were goose bumps across his shoulders.
Ellen laughed at him. “If you hadn’t been in such a rush we could
have carried the bowl in here and you could have at least had a warm place to
wash.”
“I’ve had lots of colder baths in
my day and besides, now you’ll have a whole pail of hot water for your own
bath.” He told her as pulled on the shirt she handed him.
“Let’s eat!” He moved the table closer to the fire and
began slicing the meat. In a second of
inspiration he held a slice on a fork over the heat until the fat sizzled onto
the fire. He put it on the plate and covered it with a slice of bread. He continued with the next several pieces
until they had a plate full of hot meat surrounded by a small puddle of melted
fat covered with slices of bread.. They
sat down to a jolly meal of hot roast beef sandwiches and hot coffee, by slices
of bread and jam while Raven gazed at each bite they put in their mouths. Ellen sliced him a sandwich of bread and meat. It disappeared in a flash. As they were finishing up there was a knock
at the door. The clerk had brought their
hot water.
Ellen considered just washing her
hands and face but the hot water felt so heavenly that she continued until she
had taken her whole bath in a wash bowl.
The bed was as soft as ever and they fell asleep in its pillows with
hardly saying good night.
Good intentions fell by the
wayside the next morning. The long day
before had begun at sun up and most of it had been spent in the sun and
wind. Slade and Ellen slumbered long
after their usual rising time. They had
left no directions to be wakened in the morning so the efficient and courteous
clerk had told his manager they were to be left to sleep until they rang for
water or breakfast. In consequence, it
was nearly nine o’clock when Ellen opened her eyes to bright sunlight.
“Slade! Look how late it is! We need to be up and moving!” She rolled over and poked Slade’s
shoulder. He groaned and opened his
eyes.
“It seems I must be getting old,
Ellie. This is the second time in one
day that I’ve woke up groaning.” He sat
up and rubbed his face with both hands.
“Is there hot water yet? Maybe if
I wash my face, it will make my back feel better.”
Ellen got out of bed and went
over to the pitcher she had carried into the warmer room for her bath. “There’s only cold now to wash in. But if
you wait, I’ll ring for the maid for hot. I just woke up, too, you know!” She hurried into the center room to ring the
bell.
“Well, would you look at this,”
she exclaimed. “There’s a sign. ‘For water ring twice quickly. For assistance ring once, pause and ring
again.’ Someone came up with a good
idea!
“Do you still want hot water or shall I call the maid for
breakfast?”
“No, I finished washing while you
were standing around reading signs. Just
call the lady to bring us breakfast.”
Ellen carefully followed
directions to call for assistance and a pert young woman in a dark blue dress
with a white apron soon knocked at the door. Ellen’s face was clean and she was
dressed. Slade had started a fire in the
center room and had moved the table closer to it. The maid took their breakfast order and
hurried off to get it for them, promising them it shouldn’t be long at all because
the other guests were still being served in the dining room and all the food
was prepared.
Slade had been folding their
things back into the trunk. He left
Ellen’s traveling clothes in a neat stack in the very top of the trunk so she
could change into them the first night out.
Forbid that she should visit Mrs. Coulter in her split skirt and
tattered coat and man’s hat! She was
wearing her green dress and the heavy cloak over her shawl. He had dressed in clean clothes with his neat
jacket over the cream colored shirt and pants, but he kept his heavy coat with
Ellen’s long one. By the time their breakfast had arrived they were ready to
leave.
Slade asked the housekeeping maid
who delivered their food to please send a message to the barn to have their
horses harnessed and hitched to the wagon.
They would be out for them in about a half hour.
They sat down for a good
breakfast of fried ham and potatoes with stewed apples and fresh toast covered
with butter. Slade ate until he declared
he wouldn’t need more until supper time. Raven gobbled his bread and ham with a
side of potatoes before they knew it was gone. Ellen wasn’t quite so greedy but she did enjoy
the food as much as they did.
Just before they left the room
she thought to wrap the remainder of the bread loaf in a napkin. Slade had gobbled all of the potatoes and
onions but she made two sandwiches of the last two slices of ham. Slade carried their trunk while Ellen brought
the coats and her little bundle of bread and ham.
They put their things in the
wagon and with Raven standing grandly in the back, drove around to the front of
the hotel where Slade stopped for a minute to go tell the manager they were
leaving and pay their bill.
Their first stop was at Mrs.
Coulter’s where Ellen picked up the two skirts she had ordered for One Who
Laughs. Then they went to the store for
their supplies. Ellen ordered things for
their trip while Slade gave Senor Montalvo a list to fill out their winter
supplies. He drove the wagon with Raven
guarding it around to the back loading area and came back to Ellen in the
store.
“I think I should go around to
the saddler’s shop. Santos is making do with only two saddles and
three bridles. Saddles are expensive for poor men with families. The men who
are actually working the cattle use the saddles; the others are riding
bareback. Ramon, especially, needs good
tack to train the yearlings. And there’s
other work to be done that requires a good saddle. If we order two more and the bridles to go
with them, we can have them delivered to Santos
when they are finished.
“We have left him with a great
deal of responsibility; the least we can do is make life a little simpler for
him. He and Manuela are good people.”
“You’re the rancher, Eli.” Ellen
said. “I’m depending on you to point out
what needs to be done. I would never
have noticed the shortage of saddles—in fact, I didn’t. I could tell you what is needed in the house
if someone were to live there full time, but outside of that I have no idea
about it.
“We can order the saddles while
the supplies are being loaded. Where is the saddler’s shop anyway?” Ellen grinned at him as she took his arm.
‘Wait,” she stopped
suddenly. “We had better go to the bank
first and get some cash. I see no reason
to keep using our cattle money for Los Llanos.
In fact, my father would be pulling his hair at how loose and easy we’ve
been with our “management of funds” so far.
When we get back to the store I’d better see if Mr. Montalvo happens to
have a ledger book of some kind.”
They made their way across the
street and turned up the way to go to the bank.
Once there they found the new manager to be a pleasant and efficient
man. He introduced himself as Howard
Burton and offered to show them the records for the Aguilar accounts. It turned out that the balance in the account
somewhat more that the previous records had shown due to Ellington’s
manipulations. Ellen was pleased and so
was Slade.
They made their withdrawal and
Slade was silent about the total until they were out of the bank when he
protested the amount. “The saddles
aren’t going to cost that much, Ellie.
We didn’t need the extra three hundred dollars. We are fine with money for operating expenses
and for living on.”
“But, honey,” Ellen
answered. “Think about it. I know we are far from broke, but it just
isn’t right that we use the cattle money from our home ranch to buy supplies
and equipment for Los Llanos. And what
we paid Senora della Cruz—that was paid from cattle money and it was entirely
for the benefit of Los Llanos. And all
of the supplies we took with us—the bedding and dishes and household
goods. That was all from the cattle
money.” A little frown wrinkled the
bridge of her nose. “My father would
have serious things to say to me when he worked so hard to teach me how to
manage money and keep good books. You
make sure I remember to keep the finances sorted out. I don’t think it will ever make a difference
to anyone, but it is just good practice!”
“Ellie, you beat all I’ve ever
seen. You say it’s all our money but you
want to keep close track of it. I guess
it is only good sense, but I never kept a book in my life, so all the number-keeping
is up to you.
“Now let’s go order those
saddles.”
With the saddles and tack ordered
and paid for they made their way back to the store. The wagon was loaded but Ellen hurried inside
to find a ledger to begin her bookkeeping in. While she was there she dealt
with Eliza Montalvo who was a quiet person, very devoted to making sure Ellen
had everything she needed.
She commented on the long trip
they were beginning and asked if she was sure she was dressed warmly enough for
two nights on the trail. Ellen told her
she had more appropriate clothes in the wagon but, to spare Mrs. Coulter’s
feelings, was waiting until they left town to change. Upon hearing that, the
kind lady suggested that since they were leaving very shortly afterward that
Ellen use their quarters above the store to change. That, she said, would be
much better than trying to change in the cold wind at their first camp. “You
can cover the traveling clothes with your cloak and button it up until you are
beyond where Senora Coulter will see you!” She said.
Ellen had to bow to her good
sense and thanked her profusely. She asked if it would be all right for them to
return to do that after they had a quick bite to eat. Both were please with
their plan.
It was very nearly noon. Ellen and Slade checked over the contents of
the wagon and went to the little café for what ever was on the menu for
lunch. Just before they walked away from
the wagon, Ellen stretched up and over the side to reach the canteens under the
seat.
“I’ll ask the waitress to fill
them with coffee for us just before we leave.
Then we will have it to warm us and hold off hunger till we stop for the
night.”
The menu consisted of the
everyday standby, beans and cornbread.
The beans were flavored with ham pieces and onions. With the cornbread and sweet coffee their
meal was delicious. When Ellen asked to have the canteen filled she also
requested several pieces of cornbread to be wrapped for them. The lady brought them a huge slab of
cornbread wrapped securely in a cloth and then brown paper, ‘to help it from
being crushed.’ Ellen sweetened and
added milk to the coffee herself while Slade paid their bill.
They returned to the back of the
store for their wagon and Ellen was ushered upstairs with her old cotton dress
and the heavy skirt she wore as much for warmth as protection of the finer
dress material. She wrapped the shawl
around her shoulders and tied it securely then folded the cloak around her and
fastened the loops at the neckline. With
her hands through the slits, the cloak covered her old traveling clothes
completely. If Mrs. Coulter did catch a
glimpse of her leaving town she would only see the beautiful cloak.
She handed Slade her folded dress
while she climbed in into the wagon herself. He put them in her trunk and
buckled the straps. He shrugged into his
heavy coat and stepped up beside her.
They were finally on their way.
Senora Montalvo and her husband stood on the dock and waved them off.
The road from town was busy, but
other than a few friendly waves and passing remarks on the wolf in their wagon,
they met no obstructions. Within a short
while they came to the turn of that would take them across the many miles of
empty country to home.
Back in Santa Fe on the Way Home Chapter 49
In the dim light she had
difficulty fitting her key into the padlock on the door. Slade had to take it from her and use his
younger eyes to find the keyhole. They
went in to a house that had been left neat and tidy. There was a faint staleness in the air but
everything was as she left it. Ellen
quickly lit the lamp on the table and hurried to the fat round stove to lay a
fire. Within a few seconds more she had
a blaze going. There was still wood in
the box beside it, but Slade went outside and brought in some more.
Not knowing if the lady had left
grocery supplies for her return, Ellen asked her husband to go and bring in
their food supply box. They would have
to shop tomorrow before starting for the Slade ranch anyway.
When he returned he brought not
only the food, but also the fee they had agreed to pay her for the week. He stacked the supplies on the table and gave
the money to Senora della Cruz.
“We have enjoyed having you with
us very much, Senora! I hope that when
we return you will be able to help us again.
You’ve become a friend, almost another mother to us.” He looked a little self-conscious at his
affectionate words.
Ellen had no reserves about
demonstrating her fondness. She stepped
forward and hugged the lady. “You are the best, Senora. I wish we could keep you with us, but perhaps
our fee for you will help keep you secure here in your little house for a while
longer.” She took the money from Slade’s
hand and pressed it into the lady’s.
On the verge of tears Ellen
turned and hurried outside. Slade, too,
hugged her briefly and said good-bye.
They were in the wagon and Slade
had flipped the reins when Senora della Cruz hurried down her short walk. “Wait,” she called quietly in the darkness.
“I think you gave me too much.”
“No, ma’am” Slade answered. “We didn’t give you near enough! You take care, now. And God bless you!”
They drove up the slumbering
street. Ellen glanced back over her
shoulder to see the lady still standing in the dimly lit doorway.
The hotel was shut down for the
night, but two lamps were burning outside the door and the lobby was dimly
lit. The night clerk dozed in a
comfortable chair behind his counter. The
clock on the wall indicated that it was midnight, not as late as they had
anticipated. Slade tapped gently on the
bell, not enough to startle him, but enough to wake him. He leapt to his feet.
“Senor Slade and Senora! It is good to see you.” Even late at night he was courteous. He turned the book around to allow Slade to
sign in. He slipped their key from the
hook behind the desk.
Slade lifted their trunk casually
with one hand and took the key from the man’s grasp. “I’ll be back to take care of the horses as
soon as I have my wife settled in our room.
“Would it be possible for us to get some coffee and some bread and
butter? We haven’t eaten. If necessary we could make our own coffee if
you would let us use your kitchen. You
can let me know when I come back.”
Ellen went ahead of him down the
familiar corridor. When Slade opened the
door she sighed with relief.
“It’s almost like coming
home.” She smiled up at him and raised
on tiptoe to kiss his cheek as he se the trunk on the floor. “Go ahead, now. Take care of the horses and I’ll get us
situated here. Do you want me to unlock
the back door so you won’t need to walk all the way around?”
When he grinned his appreciation,
she kissed his cheek and gave him a gentle shove toward the door.
Slade ran lightly down the hall
and through the deserted lobby. The
clerk had evidently gone to start the coffee himself. He made a mental note to
collect water for them when he returned.
The horses were glad to get to
the barn and into stalls. The trip had been long but they weren’t at all sweaty
since the last leg of their journey had been at their own pace. Slade forked down a rack full of hay for each
one and carried water to their stalls.
He took a generous scoop of grain for each horse and left four quarters
on the desk for the liveryman in payment.
When he was finished he left the barn and went to the door opening into
the stable yard. Raven had stayed with
the wagon earlier but now he abandoned it and poked ahead of Slade along the
gravel path. Slade watched him and hoped
Ellen had remembered to unlock it. Sure
enough, it standing open just a crack..
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The warm sun soon shone on
them. The team had had a nice rest with
only a couple jaunts under a saddle to view the cattle. They were ready to move at a quick ground
covering walk until late afternoon when Slade pulled them over into a sheltered
place behind some rocks. He took the
harness from them and rubbed their backs and legs with a piece of sacking. He attached a lead rope to each and gave them
each a wide circle to graze or just stand in the sun. While they nosed around and Ellen made a
quick pot of coffee Slade gave each of them a pail of water, which the politely
sipped but didn’t seem to crave.
He returned to the wagon and
stretched out on the ground with his back against a wheel. Ellen gave him a cup
of coffee and the Senora presented him with two of her delectable galletas.
“Mmmm! I thought those were all gone!” One of the sweet Spanish biscuits disappeared
into his mouth. When it was chomped
enough for him to close his lips he took a sip of coffee.
The Senora raised her eyebrow as
she looked at Ellen. “I think we had
better take our own right now or we won’t get any. He doesn’t look like he is ready to be
polite!”
She set the plate on the tail of
the wagon and took her own cookies. She
too sat on the ground against the other wheel.
Ellen took the only rock and crossed her legs primly.
“At least one of us knows how to
act properly during tea—I mean, ‘coffee.’ Mmmm.”
They rested for a few more
minutes while the horses nibbled the tips of plants and one of them rolled
vigorously in the dust. Raven slumbered
under the wagon. Slade snoozed with his
chin on his chest.
Ellen stood up and prodded Slade’s
ribs with her toe. “C’mon, lazy
boy! Let’s get going or we will have to
spend the night on the road.”
The Senora was busy putting
things away. She had rinsed the coffee
pot and replaced it. The bucket was back
in its place on the side of the wagon.
Slade sighed and heaved himself to his feet. Ellen had already brought the one horse to
the front of the wagon. He proceeded to hitch
it up while she returned for the other.
Both ropes were coiled and in
place when he was finished. He picked
Ellen up and put her in the wagon while she squealed in surprise. He offered his hand to the Senora who looked
at him doubtfully but let him boost her gently into the wagon. She seemed a little worried he would swing her
into the air, too. The horses nodded
their heads and started out with renewed enthusiasm. Raven trotted along beside them
The sun sank below the western
horizon but before it could get too dark to travel the three quarter moon shone
its brightness over the road. The
horses’ enthusiasm had faded but they were no where being too tired and Slade
allowed them to continue at their own pace.
Raven paced close to the wagon and looked up at Ellen so hopefully that
she had Slade pause for the dog to scramble up beside her. The Senora moved
from her seat to pillow her head on the pile of bedding and was napping off and
on. Slade wrapped an arm around Ellen
and they leaned on each other in the dimness.
There were no sounds except the occasional cry of a night bird.
Ellen lost track of time and
Slade simply leaned his cheek against the top of her head. He remembered the nights he had spent alone
with only Fetcher for company. He
thought of the night he found her frozen on her horse and how tiny she had
looked in the oversized shawl with her hair in wild waves around her head. Then the night he was stomped by the steer
came to mind. The picture of her materializing
on Roja out of the darkness with Fetcher leading the way floated before his
eyes. She had been willing to stay there
in the middle of the rocks and brush as long as he needed her. Instead she had struggled to get him on the
horse and they had followed Fetcher back home in the blowing snow. In all of the dramatic events he had fallen in
love with her. It was still an amazing
thing to him. He hugged her tightly.
At some point Ellen realized that
Slade, with his cheek on her head had fallen asleep. He still held the reins but they were simply
threaded loosely through his hand limp between his knees. She stretched one hand, being careful not to
disturb his balance against her and retrieved the reins. Her hands were not big enough to hold all of
them together but she took them gently and flipped them over the horses’
backs. They blew through their nostrils
and nodded their heads. She hadn’t
intended to hurry them, but they picked up their pace slightly.
Ellen reviewed the last few days
in her mind. As horrible as her
premonitions had been, Slade’s presence as they walked through the rooms of the
house erased them. Now her memories were
of his strong arm around her shoulders when she looked at the table where Viejo
had pounded his gun hilt demanding wine, food, meat what ever. She remembered his gentle kisses on her head
when she stood in the doorway of the room where she had first been raped and
his presence beside her at every other site that reduced her to trembling
weakness. And she remembered how he had
praised her as they stood in the door of the pantry where she had swung the bar
hard enough to knock the man unconscious.
That single event had most haunted her.
As evil as the man had been, until she woke to see his face in the
hotel, she thought she had killed him. But
that made her remember Slade’s anger at the foolish deputy when he had maligned
her for shooting the impostor, “Jose Aguilar.”
His loud justification warmed her heart and she could still hear him
demanding that the sheriff himself be summoned.
Only one short year, not even a
full year yet, and she marveled at how much had happened. Here she found herself, a wife, secure under
her husband’s love and protection. And
still there were decisions to be made.
How were they to oversee two separate pieces of land both of which were
valuable and needed the owner there full time?
She deliberated their options as the horses continued their constant
pace.
The moon travelled its path up
the sky until it was very nearly directly over head. Slade roused to the frightening realization
that he was no longer holding the reins of the team. He jerked up with a start and looked
around. Ellen laughed at him.
“Don’t worry. I have the horses. You’ve been sleeping a long time. I’m not sure but I think we are almost to
town. I was about to wake you!”
“Ohh,oooh.” Slade groaned. “My neck is stiff and my back hurts. I’m not sure my knees will work.” He sat up straight and stretched his arms and
shoulders. He groaned again. “You are going to have to stop. I have to get down for a minute…”
Ellen pulled the horses up in the
center of the road. There had been no
traffic for their entire trip. At first
they had been off the well traveled road and by the time they had reached what
would have been the busier stretch, it was too late for regular travelers. Slade jumped down and then turned to help
her. They made a quick trip to the
bushes and rocks to relieve themselves and then walked back and forth on the
road for a couple minutes restoring the circulation in their legs and feet.
“You’re right. We are nearly in town. If it wasn’t so dark we could see the outer
buildings. Let’s hurry. I’m anxious for a bed!” He laughed as the climbed back in the wagon.
Sure enough the outskirts of town
were right ahead of them and the buildings began to show up through the dimness. At corner of the short street where Senora
della Cruz’s house was located, Slade turned the horses and Ellen called to the
lady.
“Senora! We are here.
You are home!”
The Senora roused and sat up,
stretching. “I’ve slept so long? I’m sorry.
I should have stayed awake. Where
are we?” She looked out at her own
neighborhood and Slade pulled the horses up before her small house.
She stood up and swayed until
Slade’s strong arm reached up to support her.
“Be careful, ma’am. Let me
help.” He steadied her while she stepped
to the back of the wagon and slid down.
When she was steady on her feet he released her and reached in for her
things.
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They had taken a quick trip
around the water hole by the spring and found cougar tracks on the upper
side. They had walked around over the
area and saw only the one set of tracks.
Santos
was hopeful that the human scent would discourage the cat from coming back. Both
regretted that Raven had been snoozing by the fire and showed no inclination to
leave. The big dog’s scent around the
water hole might have gone further toward warding off the cat. Slade said he
hated to do it but that the cat would probably have to be shot if it didn’t
return to higher ground.
He described the stable to the
women saying that it was in good repair and any animals closed in there would
be very secure from predators. The fence
around the corral needed a few new rails and some nails to make it solid. He thought the south camp would be a good way
to keep track of the herd there.
Ellen related her afternoon’s
work and wished he had gotten home in time to see the horses ID numbers. She was pleased with them.
As they were talking Senora della
Cruz got up and began slicing meat and packing potatoes in a deep plate. She laid a large tortilla over top of the
plate and added two galletas. She filled a jar with milky coffee and closed
it tightly. When Slade had finished his meal,
she brought the covered plate and coffee to him and asked that he would carry
it to Jefe Muñoz since his mother wasn’t at home to cook his meal. Ellen ran and got her own coat and shawl for
her head.
With Slade carrying the plate and
Ellen the jar of coffee they walked through the passage way and turned to the
left out across the open space to the small house the Muñoz family lived in
beside the barn. Jefe was happy to have
the food and promised to return the Senora’s plate the next morning.
Ellen and Slade held hands and
walked around the courtyard and the walls of the houses, enjoying the crisp air
and one another’s company.
When they returned to the
kitchen, Senora della Cruz had cleaned everything up and had already
retired. A plate of galletas was sitting in the center of the table. Ellen smiled.
“I guess she forgot to show you
her surprise. See if there is coffee left.”
Slade picked up the coffee pot.
“There is and it’s very hot. I’d say it
was just made.’ He carried it to the
cupboard and took two cups to set on the counter. He poured coffee in each and
added canned milk and sugar. With a big grin he followed her to their
room.
The work that needed their
immediate direction and oversight was nearly done. The final thing, due to a
suggestion from Diego, was that the two colts be moved from El Niño Negro’s
immediate vicinity. He thought that
stallion would be easier to handle since he wouldn’t be worried about
competition for his mares and the colts would be less anxious to prove their
own virility. It would be a while after
his months of freedom before he remembered his stable manners. They moved the colts to the large fenced area
directly behind the courtyard where shelter could be provided into the larger
barns. Various kinds of feed had been stored there as well as some cattle
housed. Since no one was living in the
house, the large barn would be more convenient for Ramon than a small shelter
in the corner of the field by the house.
Slade agreed and they planned
that Slade would finish that bit of work the following day while Ellen prepared
to leave the next morning. If they started early, with a little push they could
be in Santa Fe
late that night.
At sunrise, moving the colts was
a simple matter. Ramon had them broken
to lead and they were excited to leave their corrals and explore new
territory. The morning air was crisp and
cold; fall was on its way. Sunlight was
streaming over the horizon and the two youngsters followed Ramon and Santos with their heads
up and a brisk step. They were released
into the new field through the gate at the corner by the house. While they tossed their heads and explored
the confines of the field, Slade and the men began the installation a short
fence from the field to each corner of the barn. It was only about 30 feet and when the
current fence was removed, it would leave a wide passage for the colts to reach
the barn. The last thing was to separate
an area for them in the end of the barn.
Slade pulled out two old pens and moved the partitions across the entire
end of the barn. The colts were used to
sharing space and were good buddies.
They would be fine in one large stall area. Once the work was begun, since the men knew
their business, Slade left them to their job and returned to the house to help
with their preparations to leave.
While Slade sat at the table with
Santos going
over the final long range plans, Ellen put together a box of supplies for the
possibility that they might have to spend a night on the road. Everything else was still folded and covered
tightly on the wagon. The Senora had all
of her things ready to return to her home in town. The kitchen was sparkling
and Manuela had been told to pack all the food stuff to send for the Muñoz
family when Jefe left later in the afternoon. That would leave the kitchen and pantry clear
of anything to attract rodents until someone returned to live in the house.
Ellen and Slade had only their
night things to put in the trunk and they would be ready to leave the next
morning. .
It was only shortly dawn the next
morning when they left the gate of the courtyard. Manuela and Santos , Cecil and the other two children stood
in the opening waving. As they passed
the distant horse corrals, Ramon, already up and working his horses, waved the
them from el Nino Negro’s back as he danced around the field. It made Ellen happy to see him being ridden
by someone who enjoyed him and appreciated his beauty.
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Much to Do Chapter 47 Part 3
She put the Bible on the chair
beside the lamp and blew out the flame.
She scooted down under the blankets and gently pushed Slade far enough
that there was room for her on the edge of the bed. He moaned and moved a bit until they were
huddled together in the center. She held
him in her arms and prayed, thanking the Lord for one more time that her
husband had returned to her.
Feeling pressured by limited time,
they hurried the next morning to sort the separate tasks. Slade and Santos took Carlos and his wife to work at
the southern house. Carlos’ son and the
other man remained to help Ramon with marking the horses.
They ate the Senora’s hearty
breakfast and went their separate ways. Santos had already
prepared a pack horse with the necessary tools to repair the walls and cleaning
things for the inside. He had Slade’s
horse saddled and ready.
Ellen met Ramon and Diego at the
colts corral with Raven at her heels.
She described the Senora’s idea of marking the yearlings’ ears. They both understood immediately and thought
the markings could be done small enough to be legible but still effective. After
all this year they were working with single digits.
The work of catching and throwing
the yearlings was hard. Ramon and his
helper had to call on Cecil and a couple of the other boys to help. The colts, of course, were the most
difficult; but they only needed to be branded since they were easily told
apart. It was accomplished finally. The
fillies were much easier to handle and their marking went quickly.
Following their ordeal, Ramon
spent a few minutes with the yearlings, feeding them the grain balls and
scratching their heads and manes, brushing their coats to soothe them. They quickly settled down and came to the
fence to see what Ellen and Diego might have for them. Success! They even tossed
their heads and chased Raven when he ran across their field.
The new foals were easily subdued
and branded. It was fortunate they were
quieter because the tattoos had to be much more carefully done on their tiny
ears. But the clipping and marking were soon finished. They were quickly comforted by their mothers,
but they enjoyed being scratched in their favorite itchy places. The job was finished by shortly after noon.
Taking advantage of the extra men
and the boys who had been helping with the horses, Ellen led the way back to
the main house where the Senora had reheated the beans left from the night
before. She fed the men and refused to
allow Ellen to eat in the kitchen with them.
Ellen was sent to her own room to have her lunch in solitary splendor. The Senora had specific ideas regarding the
place of the lady of the house and the workers.
Following lunch Ellen took her
work crew, Carlos’ son, Cecil and his younger brother, to the front of the house where they cleaned
the dead grass and weeds from the flower beds and the base of the vines. The young men used shovels to scoop out
shallow depressions at the foot of each vine on the arbor and then carried
buckets of water to fill each depression.
Water now would help strengthen the plants in the spring. Ellen swept the stones of the walkway and
raked the litter from the area in front of the house.
As the sun sank lower they moved
to the inner courtyard and began with working beside the patio where they cleaned
the containers and pots from last year’s plants. Slade had been right in thinking the
courtyard wouldn’t look so magical in the day light; but it looked neater just
having the dried stalks and leaves removed.
Her work crew moved to the area around the well and cleaned there,
re-building the wall around the base of a low wall that had once contained a
garden of decorative cactus. The bandits
had used them for target practice throwing their knives into them. They were scarred but not broken.
It was too dark to continue
working. Ellen set her helpers to
carrying the refuse out of the courtyard into the pasture behind the courtyard
to the trash pile. Then she sent them
home. She was pleased with everything she
had accomplished. Slowly the house and
courtyard was beginning to look like itself.
She stood at the gate facing
south and watched out across the long slope. There was no sign of riders.
Thinking that there was probably time for a quick bath after her hard day’s
work, Ellen went to the kitchen.
The Senora had taken note of Ellen’s
stories of the tank in the fire place that provided constant hot water at Flat
Rock. She compensated by keeping a huge
kettle of water on the stove at all times.
So there was a good supply of warm water for Ellen’s bath. The only thing missing, she thought as she
bathed in the wash bowl was a huge tub she could slide down in and soak the
weariness away. Instead she settled for scrubbing herself all over with sweet
smelling soap and brushing her hair until it crackled under her fingers.
Slade’s dirty clothes from the
night before had disappeared and were now stacked, clean and nicely folded on
the bed. She left her own dirty things
draped over the back of the chair beside the wash stand. Ellen moved the chair from beside her bed and
replaced it with the trunk that Tia Margarita had used for bedding. She put the chair beside the washstand where
it was now handy to stack clean clothes on or drape a damp towel over. The trunk served as a place to put her lamp
at night and for her brush or the Bible when she read at night.
She sat on the side of the bed
and looked around for something more to do.
Nothing. Their room was quiet and
warm, but empty without Slade. She stood
up and went across the room to pick up her clothes, taking them with her to the
kitchen. She wondered how she had been
content to wander through these rooms, without any more purpose than to discuss
menus with the lady who kept their house or sit embroidering or sewing before
the fire or in a patch of sunlight. For
the last year her life had been filled with terror, lonely flight, hard work,
happy times, travel and an infinite variety of joy. The old idle ways left her dissatisfied.
When she went into the kitchen
the Senora came to take the dirty clothes from her. “Senora Ellen, you didn’t have to bring these
to me. I could have gotten them when I
straightened you room tomorrow, but thank you.
I’ll give them to Manuela first thing in the morning. You come sit down.
“Are you hungry? I’ve been making galletas to surprise Senor Slade, but I will get you some.”
“No, Senora. I’ll wait for Eli. I just came to see if I can help with
something for dinner. I need something
to distract me for a while so I won’t worry again. I know it is a long ways to where they are
keeping the cattle. I refuse to worry.
“If there is nothing to be done
maybe I could just sit with you and drink some coffee.”
Senora della Cruz chuckled. “I do have dinner all prepared for when the
men return. I have roasted a piece of
meat all afternoon in the oven outside.
In the other I’ve made the Senor’s cornbread and also baked some small
loaves of bread. These little galletas are almost ready, but I’m
putting them in the Dutch oven to cook in here.
It is getting cold to be going in and out to the ovens.”
The lady brought the coffee pot
to the table where Ellen was sitting and then gave her sugar, milk and a cup.
So Ellen and the elderly Spanish
widow chatted as the galletas baked
and were stacked on plates for later.
Before it was entirely black outside they heard the riders
returning. Santos again took the horses and left Slade
to come inside with his wife.
Ellen brought warm water and
towels for Slade to wash and this time kept her peace about the day while they
sliced the juicy roast and poured the juices inside the Senora’s baked
potatoes. Tonight Slade insisted that
the lady sit and eat with them while he told them about the house repairs and
how Tina Munoz, Carlos’ wife, had enthusiastically surveyed the house and
jumped into the cleaning. The interior
of the house was sparkling clean by the time the men had finished cleaning up
and repairing outside. The two of them
had chosen to remain overnight rather than make the trip home. They had packed bedding and camping equipment
with other food supplies on a pack horse when they set out that morning,
wanting to get things in order and moved before bad weather set in.
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Slade dropped onto the chair. “It
feels so good to sit down on a flat chair!
Been straddling that horse for too many hours!”
He extended his hand across the
table and they said grace.
“So tell me about the cattle,”
Ellen commanded. “How many are there and
are they in good shape? What is the
grazing like; will it last the winter?”
Slade scooped a spoonful of bean
soup into his mouth and took a bite of the green chili. “Woman,” he laughed, “I promise to tell you
all about it as soon as I have some hot food in me! There’s too much to say in one
sentence!” He poured milk in his coffee
and spooned in the sugar.
“I suppose I can wait,” Ellen
told him. “I’ve waited all afternoon. A
little longer won’t matter.” She began
eating with him. “I had a profitable
day, too really. We got the horses all
sorted and I figured out a way to tell them apart. I don’t know what you’ll think about it but I
thought it was a good idea.
“Then I did a more thorough check
for what needed to be done as far as clean up and fixing around the house here.
That took up most of my day.
“When I was finished with all of
that I visited with Senora della Cruz for a while but I couldn’t sit still so I
went and organized the don’s office.
Some of the books were ripped apart with pages loose and scattered all
around. I sorted them and then put them
in order. I don’t know what I’ll do with
them now, but at least they are all together in individual books. . .” She tapered off, watching Slade eat with a
focused intensity.
“I’ve never seen you so hungry!”
Slade ducked his head and looked
across at her from under his eyebrows.
“Well, Santos and I shared our lunch with the men
who went with us. They hadn’t brought a
nooning and we couldn’t eat in front of them, so we split our tortillas and
bacon. None of us had very much. I’m used to eating more than they are, maybe
because I’m bigger.” He scooped the last
spoonful of beans from his bowl.
“Now, the cows.” He ladled more beans from the serving bowl and picked
up the coffee pot to refill his cup. “There is a good sized herd, nothing like
what the Aguilar herd used to be I’m sure, but a lot considering the ravages of
Viejo and his men. There are probably about a hundred or hundred and
fifty. They were gathered out of the
brush and the canyons in the wilder country down there.” He took another bite of his beans.
“There are also quite a few
horses. Some of them bear a strong
resemblance to El Nino Negro. You may
have to ask the old trainer how they fit in.
Probably some of them are pure bred.
The others just seem to be cow horses. Unless Santos needs some working horses I think they
will probably be all right out there. He
might want to sort them out. If he
brought them all back here, Diego Santiago would most likely know which ones
are pure bred and which are half blood.
I don’t think the pure bred horses should be used too hard--just enough
to keep them sound. They would be better
kept for breeding. But the others could
be used for cow work or whatever else.
“Otherwise, I think it’s a good
place to keep stock all winter. Santos thinks it would be
a good idea to put two men in an old adobe house that sits near the
spring. I guess there are quite a few
wolves and a couple cougars which run down there. Any thoughts?” He dunked a piece of tortilla in his coffee
cup and waited for her answer while he chewed..
“I suppose, Eli, that it would
depend on how weather proof the house is.
Is the roof solid? It is getting
late in the year. If it’s going to take
weeks to repair the building we probably don’t have time.
“But it would be good to have
someone there close by to patrol for predators, I suppose. That really isn’t within my experience,
honey.
“What do you think?” Ellen was going to depend on Slade’s
experience to direct this ranch. She
hadn’t had enough time with the foreman to have learned enough to even give a
good opinion. She would be able to keep the books for the ranch but not take
care of the management of cattle and horses or crops of any kind.
“I think,” Slade returned, “that
it would only take a few days to re-plaster the adobe walls and put a coat of
white wash on them. I went inside; the
roof is sound. There were no signs of
water damage; the shutters had been tightly closed and the door barred on the
outside. So even though it was dusty and
dirty, putting it in god order would not be much work.
“Santos has a man, Carlos somebody—I can’t
remember—who has a teen-aged son. He
thinks the two of them would be a good choice to put there. They are both good cattle men and dependable. Carlos’ wife would go with them to look after
them.” He grinned. “I never knew how handy a wife was!
“If you agree, we can take him
and his family down there the tomorrow and re-daub the stucco on the house and
the wife can clean the inside however she wants. Santos probably has some whitewash stored
here someplace from repairing the house and his lodgings.” Slade stopped to eat again, then he
continued.
“--Did you know that there are
rooms on the other side of the courtyard wall?
I realized that this morning. Santos lives in the
section right at the front of the courtyard!--
“There is no cookware or living
utensils in the house on the south range but Santos says that Carlos can take his own
things. We will need to send food
supplies and later help cut wood.
“There’s a corral there with a
barn of sorts. Some grain for the horses
can be stored there and the animals can be closed in safely at night. There’s good big pasture in a corral area for
the horses and plenty of forage all over the range for the cattle.
‘I think it’s a good idea.” Slade stopped talking and concentrated on his
last few bites of tortilla and soup.
“Well, Good!” Ellen stood up and took their dishes to the
dish pan on the counter. She scooped all
of the remaining beans into a pan on the floor for Raven. He sniffed it politely and ate it, but not
with any enthusiasm.
“He ate on the way home.” Slade told her. “A nice fat prairie dog. I don’t know how he managed to catch it. They always disappear as fast as I see them!”
Ellen laughed at the dog politely
licking the last of the beans from his pan.
The she added a bit of hot water
to what was already in the dish pan and quickly washed their few dishes. She simply poured a bit of clear water over
them to rinse them and stacked them on a towel to dry by morning.
Slade banked the fire and took up
the lamp from the end of table where they had eaten. He wrapped his free arm
around Ellen’s shoulders and led the way to their room.
Once again the Senora had placed
a burning lamp on the dresser and lit the fire. The room was warm and
inviting.
Slade removed his dirty shirt and
pants dropping them beside the wash stand.
There was warm water in the pitcher for him to wash in. Ellen pulled clean clothes from his drawer
for him and he put on clean underthings before crawling into bed. His wife rinsed the bowl and washed her own
face and hands.
Slade turned to her as she sat
down on the side of the bed. “Would you
mind reading for us tonight? I’m too
tired to see straight.” He motioned toward the Bible on the altar table.
Ellen went and took it up,
bringing a lamp with her to the chair beside her pillow. She turned the lamp on the dresser to its
lowest level and went back to the bed. Slade slid under the blankets reached
over to wrap his arms around her hips as she opened the Bible and began reading
where they had stopped the night before.
She had read only a few verses when she realized his arm had relaxed and
he was breathing deeply.
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Ellen went back inside and sat in
one of the big chairs beside the empty fire place. She remembered, not Viejo and his brutality,
but Alejandro and his father joking in front of the fire and calling to her
father to bring the chessboard with its noble playing pieces or the more humble
checkers. She remembered Don Francisco
demanding benignly that she read to them from one of his many books while Tia
sat close to one of the lamps with her embroidery. The church had fine altar cloths and other table
coverings that she had worked over many years. Ellen had been the recipient of several
beautifully embroidered shawls worked in heavy silk and soft wool. All gone
now.
She sighed and thought of the
tour she and Slade had taken together, not to assess any damage or repair, but
to lay to rest the ghosts of her past.
As she had recounted events to him within the shelter of his arm, the
fears had receded until they had no more power over her. Now only happy memories remained.
After a few minutes, Ellen stood
and went back into the wide inner court and through the wide doorways to the
dining room. In spite of la Senora’s efforts the night before, by morning light
the room looked desolate. Ellen could
recall fine dinners with happy visitors and good food. She wondered where those visitors had been
during her ordeal. Three of the chairs
had been set aside along one wall. They
needed mending. The other six were in
place around the table. One was completely
missing.
Standing with her hands on the
back of one chair, Ellen consciously shook her shoulders to dispel thoughts
that were verging into melancholy. She wished fleetingly that she had kept Raven
with her for comfort instead of sending him off with Slade. Finally she went through the door at the end
of the room and around the corner into the kitchen.
Senora della Cruz was kneading
bread on the floured table. She looked
up in delight.
“Welcome, senora! I have been wondering what you were doing—not
that I would presume to tell you, but only wondering.
“Have you finished with the
horses? I saw young Ramon putting his
father back into the small cart.”
“Yes,” Ellen answered. “We have the blood lines figured out and
recorded. And all of the babies have
been named. Now all that is left is to get the brands on them. We will have to brand an identification
number on them for this year, until we are working with them on a regular
basis. After that we will recognize them
on sight. I hate to scar those beautiful
coats, but for this year it cannot be helped.”
Ellen walked around to sit on the opposite side of the table.
“Why are you putting the number
on them? And how?” the lady asked Ellen.
“We need to be sure we can tell
them apart. Especially the fillies have
no distinctive markings. I don’t know how the old don told them apart,
but I can’t. I suppose when one is with them daily and working with them you
become familiar with them the way you recognize people.
I thought if I assigned each one
a number it would be easier to keep them sorted, but then I didn’t know any way
to put the number on the horse except to brand it on their hip under the
Aguilar brand. It will make an ugly
scar, I’m afraid.” Ellen shook her head in regret.
The Senora continued thumping and
stretching her bread. “When I was
following my husband up from Mexico ,
I saw Indios there who had blue
markings on their face and body. When I
asked about them someone told me that they cut their skin and rubbed dye or
ashes into the cuts. When it healed it
left the dark marks and designs.
“Why couldn’t you do that with
the horses—maybe in their ear? We have
powdered dye for the cloth or charcoal from the fires. You could make small cuts for the numbers and
then rub the color into them. When it
healed the marks for the number would still be there and there would be no
scar.”
“That sounds like it might
work!” Ellen exclaimed. “I’ll have to talk with Eli and see how we
can arrange it.
“I wonder how his cattle trip is
going. It is getting on toward
dark….” She trailed off and peered
across and out the window. There was
nothing to be seen from the kitchen windows except the high wall of the
courtyard.
Senora della Cruz continued
kneading in silence. Ellen stood and
went to pour some coffee and take a piece of tortilla from the cloth covered
bowl. It was long past lunch time and
nearing dinner; she just remembered she hadn’t eaten anything at noon.
After she ate her tortilla she
inquired if there was anything she could do toward preparing dinner, but the
Senora replied that she had started cooking a large pot of beans early in the
day to have food ready when ever the men returned. She had put a lot of bacon and onion in the
pot and had chilies roasted on a plate beside the fireplace. Dinner was ready except for fresh
coffee.
The sun sank lower out to the
west far off behind the trees along the river. Ellen paced along the front
walkway until it became too chilly. She
finally went in to sit with Senora della Cruz, but was too restless to stay
quiet.
At last, she collected the extra
lamp from their bedroom and took herself along to the old don’s office. In there she took the first stack of pages
from a ripped book and sat down at the desk where she concentrated on stacking
the pages in order. It took her mind off
thoughts of Slade still riding somewhere to the south. She worked through a second book and a third.
With no idea of how late it was
she laid the completed books on the shelf and abandoned her page sorting to
begin standing the books on the shelves in a semblance of order—history books
together, scientific volumes on another shelf, religious writings together. Ellen
indulged herself for a few minutes glancing through some volumes of poetry and
one of Shakespeare’s plays. For the time
and the place the old don had an extensive collection of books both in Spanish
and English, but it didn’t take long until she had them all organized. The books stood straight on their shelves
looking almost as tidy as they had before ignorant men had swept through them
looking for cash. Only the torn ones
were shabby in their covers.
Ellen had just returned to
sorting the pages of another book when she heard horses in the courtyard. Slade and Santos had returned. She rushed out of the office down to the
kitchen door. The men had just stepped
off their horses and Santos
had taken the reins. He led the horses
through the walk way in the western wall between the houses backing onto it.
Ellen leapt through the door and
threw herself into Slade’s arms as he stepped beneath the arbor over the
walkway. “I have been frantic!” She told
him. “I couldn’t imagine…well, I did imagine, all sorts of things that
might have happened. It kept getting
later and later !”
“Sweetheart! I was with three other men! It was much safer than checking cattle alone
in the mountains. You never worried
about me at home. Not after Joseph began
going with me at least.” He teased the
worried look from her face. “Come on, do you have supper ready for me?”
They went inside the house where
the Senora had hot water in the wash basin beside the door and a clean towel on
the hook.
“Bien venido, senor! You were
worrying your little wife, you know; but here you are back safely!”
She hurried around ladling beans
from the pot into a serving bowl putting the deep plates across from each other at the table. She placed a plate of tortillas between them
with a smaller stack of roasted chilies beside that. As she finished she set
the pot of coffee at Ellen’s right hand with two cups beside it. The rest of
the beans were stored in a large crock and taken to the pantry. Then the Senora
bid them good night before going into her own room.
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