The slow miles rattled by under
the horses plodding hooves. After a few
hours Slade stopped to rest them and transferred harness to the mules. The task
required some adjusting of lengths on the harness so Ellen took advantage of
the time to boil a quick pot of coffee and pull out some of the hardened
cornbread to soak in it for a brief meal.
They followed the worn ruts that
led them west and slightly north from the Santa
Fe road. As
evening drew on Slade began watching for a good place to stop for the night.
Ellen however spent the time holding tightly to her new husband’s arm and
enjoying the opportunity to be alone with him.
Slade chose a grove of twisted
pines as their evening camp. He pulled
the wagon behind the clump and staked the horses in the nearby grassy
area. The mules were hobbled and turned
into the same area. Since they were all animals
that preferred living in herds, he doubted that the mules would wander far and
the hobbles would prevent anything more than grazing. The horses were used to being pegged out and
he knew they would be quiet.
While he was caring for the
stock, Ellen gathered a pile of broken branches as well as a couple larger
pieces. She swept the litter of pine
needles and rubble aside in a wide circle and built a small fire in the
center. Slade took a small spade from
the wagon and dug a trench around it.
They brought rocks and prepared a meal of fresh tortillas and fried
bacon. Ellen took time to stir up a
batter of cornbread to bake in the Dutch oven throughout the evening. In the morning they would have the remaining
tortillas or some fresh cornbread for breakfast. As the ashes accumulated from their camp fire
Ellen scooped them under the oven and heaped them around the sides. She had
acquired enough experience to judge the heat and the time necessary to bake the
cornbread even on an open campfire.
While Ellen finished their
supper, Slade took his axe and divided the dried logs into manageable pieces to
hold the fire over night. Lacking the
branches he’d used for their first camp, he tied a piece of canvas along the
side of the wagon and staked it to the ground as a windbreak. Their pallets were spread between that and
the fire to provide a warm bed in the early spring cold.
As they ate their supper the
familiar cold breeze swept down from the northwest. Ellen shivered in her new dress with the
shabby work skirt over top.
“I’ll have to change into warmer
clothes,” she told Slade. “This was not
designed for travel or cold weather.”
“I’ll pull your box down,” Slade
agreed. “You can get what you need and
then change as quickly as possible.
Those clothes are good for town wear, but traveling in the desert is not
very comfortable for them.” He stepped
to the wagon seat and pulled the small chest down.
Ellen took Madeline’s heavier
dress from the box and also the winter under shirt she had worn on their
earlier trip. She also found her heavy
plain petticoat to put on under it. That
way she could put the pretty flounced and laced one away with the nice dress
and shirtwaist and the woolen cape.
“Stand close to the fire here
and I’ll hold a blanket between you and the wind while you change quick. It won’t be like a warm bedroom but maybe you
won’t freeze while you are doing it.”
Slade picked up the blanket and provided the windbreak he promised.
Ellen unbuttoned her pretty
white shirt and the waist of the skirt.
As fast as she could she took the shirtwaist off then pulled the undershirt and dress on over her
head When they were both on, she took off the
burgundy colored skirt and straighten everything
out. She shivered involuntarily in the
wind and Slade wrapped both arms around her enfolding her with the blanket.
“Let’s take a minute here and
enjoy the process,” he said and turned her around to kiss her until the shivers
of cold turned to happy little tremors.
After long happy moments he loosed her and unwrapped the blanket. She quickly raised her skirts and pulled on
the long woolen underwear and the old petticoat.
“Here I brought this down too.” He gave her the heavy knitted shirt that had
once belonged to Senor Aguilar. She took
it gratefully and slid her arms into it.
Then she shook the good clothes free of any dust or dirt. They were folded into the chest with the cape.
She shivered one more time and
pulled on the heavy leather coat. “Brrr.
Now I feel more like myself. And
I’m certainly warmer!”
Slade poured a bit of water n
the greasy skillet and set it over the coals.
He made them each one more cup of coffee, with generous scoops of sugar
and dollops of milk. While the water
heated to clean the skillet, he sat on the ground and pulled Ellen into the
curve of his body. They stared into the
fire and sipped their coffee, exchanging endearments.
“Ellie, I want to give you
something.” Slade said in a little while.
“If you don’t like it you can tell me, but I hope you will.” He took the little box from his pocket. Ellen
gasped when she saw it.
Slade opened the box and took
the tiny silver band of flowers from it.
“I think I was supposed to have this when I asked you to marry me back on the porch in the cold, but I have
it now.
“Ellen McPherson Aguilar, would
you marry me again?”
“You know I would, Eli
Slade!” and she held up her hand for
him to push the ring on her finger. It
fit perfectly.
Slade sighed in relief. “I was
worried, it looked so small. But senor Montalvo said it would fit. And he was right.” He cradled her back
against his shoulder in the curve of his arm.
She lifted her face to be kissed.
Slade complied with overwhelming joy.
When Ellen’s head drooped
against his shoulder, it took three calls to waken her. Slade stood up and pulled her against his
chest.
“Come on sweetheart, let’s put
you to bed.” He led her to the pallet he
had prepared for them and, after removing the coat, tucked her in warmly. He pulled off her shoes and folded the long
skirts around her feet.
It was the work of only a few
minutes to check on the horses, clean the skillet and remove the baked
cornbread from the fire. After thinking
a bit he wrapped the fresh cornbread in the crumbly cloth from the hardened
older cake. He scrubbed the fragments
from the oven and put it back on the wagon.
Finally he was ready to bank the fire and
crawl into the blankets between his bride and the canvas billowing in the cold
wind. This time they could camp burrowed
close in the same bed sharing the warmth.
Slade had no need to worry she would be cold. He gathered her into his arms. Ellen turned and smiled in her sleep, sliding
one arm up and around his neck. He
buried his face in the mass of loose hair.
Cold gray dawn shone behind the
distant mountains before either was ready for it. Ellen stretched and her arm slid into the
cold space vacated minutes earlier by Slade.
She sat up clutching the blanket to her chest.
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