They drove into Santa Fe around mid morning the next
day. Slade had been up well before
sunrise and had hot coffee and cornbread when Ellen roused. They’d gotten re-packed and ready
easily. Ellen had combed her hair and
twisted it high on her head then covered it with her scarf so it would stay
neat till they arrived. Around the last
bend before the buildings of Santa Fe
began she stood and unbuttoned her old skirt.
Slade had pulled it down over the fullness of her dress and she fluffed
the folds into smoothness. He turned and
dug her shoes from the trunk and tossed the old boots down beside it.
Ellen McPherson Aguilar carried
herself as every inch the Spanish lady when she stepped from the wagon. She left the old coat on the wagon and
wrapped the green shawl gracefully around her shoulders, draping it over her
forearms and stepping down in the quiet sunshine in front of the bank. It was here her husband’s family had
maintained their financial accounts ever since she had been a member of the
family and for years before that. She
planned to see the family’s attorney whose offices were located above the bank
and then visit the bank itself to determine the full extent of the Aguilar
holdings. She needed to discover the
extent of the damage to the property and buildings and obtain funds for her
private use as well as the repair of the property.
Her first setback was in discovering
that Senor Gutierrez no longer maintained his offices above the bank. The present occupants professed no knowledge
of where he had gone. Since Ellen had
known the bank president and manager personally she went instead to the bank
offices. Slade followed slightly behind
and beside her as escort and bodyguard.
He walked smoothly and carried his rifle with a casual non-threatening
grace.
Ellen entered the bank and was
immediately recognized by the janitor sweeping sand from the entrance
hall. He greeted her happily and
welcomed her back to Santa Fe . Ellen went into the wide banking area and
walked directly to the first window. The
teller was unknown to her, but she introduced herself and asked to see Mr.
Woodrow, the manager.
She was told in an arrogant tone
that Mr. Woodrow had passed away but Mr. Ellington might agree to see her. He asked again who she was. His attitude when she repeated her name
became visibly suspicious. Never the
less he carried her message to Mr. Ellington.
The Anglo man, rather than invite
her to his office, strode into the outer area.
“My name is Robert
Ellington. I am the present supervisor
of this financial institution. And you
are..?” He stopped and rudely surveyed Ellen’s
simple dress and shawl.
“I am Elena McPherson Aguilar,
the widow of Alejandro Victoro Aguilar y Garcia, son of Don Francisco Cesar
Aguilar y Rodriguez. I have come to
investigate the standing of our accounts.”
“My dear madam,” the haughty
banker answered her. “I have no reason
what so ever to believe that you are the said Senora Aguilar and further more I
have it on reliable information that Senora Aguilar is deceased.”
“Yes, that is perhaps the belief;
however I’ve brought papers with me to verify my identity and my entitlement to
all properties and financial deposits for the estate of my late husband.”
“I repeat, madam, that Senora
Aguilar is deceased. My information is
of the highest caliber and I have no reason to doubt the word of Don Aguilar’s
recognized heir.
“Please be so kind as to leave
the premises or I shall be forced to call the proper authorities. If I were to believe every raggletag gypsy
who walked through the door there would be no cash reserve left in this institution.
“It is my responsibility to
safeguard these monies for Senor Aguilar until such time as he is established
in the area and able to rebuild the ranch.
“Now remove yourself.” Mr. Ellington snapped his fingers at the
teller. “Go and call the Sheriff and have this woman removed.”
“Don’t bother Mr. Ellington. But I must tell you that I will be returning
in short order with individuals of standing in the community who will be able
to verify my identity.”
“Of course you will madam. And I’m sure I will recognize them as easily
as I have you.’ And he turned on his
heel to tread heavily from the room.
Ellen had difficulty controlling
her temper as she left the bank.
“The conceit of that man! Refusing to look at my identification! Ooh!” She stomped her foot.
Slade chuckled. “Think about it
for a minute, Ellie. He has never seen
you but he has heard you are dead. You
can’t expect him to just hand over whatever you demand! I expect from what you’ve told me, that the
Aguilar money just about sustains all the business in his bank. You could bankrupt him!”
“I’ll bankrupt him. The arrogant miser!” Ellen stomped from the steps of the bank onto
the tile of the walkway. She stood a
moment getting her bearing.
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