Refuge Robledo Mountain 2 Chapter 15
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The next week seemed to fly by as we instituted the various classes, continued settling into the hacienda, worked to turn the Estancia into a farm, and prepared for new arrivals; all while Anna and I prepared to leave on our honeymoon.
The days always started with our early morning Tai Chi and ended with talking and singing in what was becoming known as the music room before Anna and I went off to explore whatever new possibilities she had thought up.
As I expected, training the cousins to use our weapons was difficult. Not that they were inherently bad at marksmanship, but they had absolutely no concept of what was required, thanks in large part to historical access to poor weapons, limited ammunition, and a complete lack of understanding regarding basic maintenance.
Anna and I accompanied Tom and Giuseppe down to the camp to pick up Miguel and the other committed cousins. Once we’d found an appropriate arroyo, Tom and Giuseppe began weapons training with the cousins, with Anna and me monitoring. They did an excellent job familiarizing the cousins with the pistol covering safety, aiming, speed versus accuracy, and maintenance. Watching them blast away at the stick targets, it was clear to both of us that they lacked an understanding of the need to aim, and simply assumed they were going to hit what they were trying to hit or would hit close enough to not matter.
When they had all fired off two magazines, I walked out in front of the cousins and faced them. “The purpose of the pistols is to hit what you are shooting at. These are not toys. They are tools designed to kill your enemies and the food you need to eat. If you can’t hit your target, then there is no need for you to have these weapons. If you practice and maintain your weapons, then perhaps you might get to be as good as Anna.”
When I said her name, Anna whirled towards the sticks, pulled her pistol, fired a full magazine, changed magazines and fired two more shots. She hit all twenty sticks in less time than it takes to describe what she did.
I looked at each one of the cousins. “That is your goal. From what I have seen today I doubt any of you will be as good as Anna, but then few are. Anna was born with just the right combination of hand speed, hand and eye coordination, and an innate ability to judge distance. That is a rare combination which you all proved today, you don’t have.”
The cousins were getting angry; but Miguel, along with a few others, had thoughtful looks on their faces. “What you do have are brains and the ability to learn. While you will never be as good as Anna at snap shooting, you can learn to hit your targets with aimed shots. Concentrate your efforts on learning aimed shooting, and you will get pistols of your own when you can hit your target eighty times out of a hundred. Until then you will practice and return the weapons after cleaning them every morning.” I looked in each cousin’s eyes until I got a nod or grunt of understanding. I suspected that they thought my rules were a little excessive, but they also realized I wasn’t going to bend them.
It took the rest of the week, but eventually they all passed the course, and received both a rifle and pistol at a graduation ceremony the morning before we left. I had Tom help me design and hold the awards ceremony while Anna worked with a couple of the farmers wives to come up with a bull’s eye patch to add to the right shoulder of their shirt.
Tom questioned the need for such a ceremony and I explained that award ceremonies were just one method we would use to make sure everyone was recognized for their achievements, as well as feeling like part of the bigger community. At the ceremony, each of the cousins was given weapons, ammunition, three sets of camouflage pants and shirts, and the shoulder patch. I’m not sure what that first group of cousins was prouder of: the weapons or the shoulder patch.
In a surprise move, the Padre, changed his mind about using a weapon. He asked for and received training on using the sawed-off shotgun saying that getting shot, for no other reason than that he was alive, was a sobering experience. Once trained, I took it a step further, and gave him one of the Remington shotguns like Tom and I used. I helped him saw off the barrel and the stock, before giving him sandpaper and varnish. By the time we left for Santa Fe, he had the weapon in shape and was becoming quite good with it.
Closely related to weapons practice, was finishing setting up the armory. The tables and shelves I’d ordered from El Paso arrived just before lunch on the same day all the cousins started their weapon and language classes. Tom and Giuseppe helped me carry them from the courtyard into the house, up the stairs, and into the room. Once they were gone to do their afternoon work at the quarry, I set the room up the way I wanted it. I also shelved everything we had brought up from the cave before the last raid. With everyone except the cook and house cleaning staff out of the house, I took the opportunity to haul the rest of the weapons, ammunition, reloading equipment, uniforms, and accessories from the cave to the armory.
With the armory set up, I spent a couple of hours every day teaching Tom, Yolanda, Giuseppe, Sofia, or Anna how to reload rounds for the different types of weapons we were using. It took the rest of the week for this training as there were so many other things going on that only one of them was available at any time to train. I gave Yolanda sole responsibility for reloading the A700 sniper rounds, since she was the only other person who fully understood the need for consistency when shooting long distances.
Yolanda, Sofia, and Anya worked magic in preparing, coordinating, and conducting Spanish language classes for the adults to learn reading and writing. Surprisingly, the adult masons and their wives, as well as the cousin’s wives, joined the evening classes. The cousins attended classes every morning while everyone else attended classes three evenings a week. With so many people interested in the classes, and only so many ‘teachers’, we ended up with two separate classes. Half would attend Monday, Wednesday, and Friday evenings, while the other half attended on Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday evenings.
Apart from my time with Anna, the most enjoyable aspects of the entire week were the two meetings I had with the old ones to start laying out the youth organization. It was also the most frustrating part of my time for instead of explaining what we’d discussed, Miguel had simply asked the old ones to meet with me.
Our first meeting was spent rehashing the need for the organization, its goals, structure, and knowledge badges. Once they understood what I wanted to do with the organization, and its deeper purpose, the old ones became enthused and left to discuss things among themselves.
During the second meeting, a few days later, I actually had to rein in and temper their enthusiasm as they were quickly heading towards combining school and the organization into a fourteen hour a day, six day a week activity. By the end of that meeting, both they and I were excited to see what they would come up with over the next few months while Anna and I were gone.
Anna and I also managed to find time to hold one on one meetings. Anna with Yolanda and me with Tom.
Anna’s meeting with Yolanda was an entire afternoon and had two main goals. The first was to make sure Yolanda knew what was involved in running the day to day activities of the Hacienda, including ordering and paying for all the supplies. To that end Anna went through the Hacienda ledger we’d set up and then showed her the money box with $500 in a mix of double eagles, eagles, and half eagles. Anna later told me that although she and Yolanda had been talking about Yolanda running the Hacienda for the last few months, the sight of the ledger and the money had threatened to overwhelm Yolanda as all the talk suddenly became real. Apparently, they spent quite a bit of time working through the emotions before Yolanda could come to grips with the reality.
The second goal of Anna’s meeting with Yolanda was to go through the Hacienda, room by room, and identify everything that was still required to complete furnishing and outfitting every room. Anna planned on using the resulting list as a guide in her shopping activities in Santa Fe.
While Anna was meeting with Yolanda up on the terrace, I was meeting with Tom in the study. Our meeting took a little longer as we covered everything about running the Estancia while I was gone. We covered everything from the positions I thought we would need to hire, the timing for new wagons we needed and the teams to pull them, and my thoughts on the quarry and levees. This included the new groups of farmers who’d be arriving, what needed to happen if Hector made it back with the vaqueros and cattle before we returned, as well as all the coordination that would need to be done with the various groups and new activities we’d started that week. Tom was fine with everything we discussed, until we got to three last items: ordering custom equipment from the Delgados in Las Cruces, attending Apache training, and the monthly payroll.
The custom order from the Delgados included an initial order of 400 belts, 100 Dos Estancia saddlebags with pouches, 50 shotgun slings, 400 small scabbards, 17 large scabbards, and 325 courier bags like the one she sold me with the Dos Estancia brand and the same pouches that were inside the saddle bags. We went through each item, who they were for, how they were to be used, and how each recipient earned their items.
I took great pains to explain at length that each of the items was a reward for completing Apache training. The items, when combined with the awards ceremony, would also serve as a method of instilling the concept of unity that we wanted to foster on the Estancia.
Like the weapons, each item was a gift to be used while they were a member of the Estancia but would have to be returned if they decided to leave. Likewise, the items served to provide a method of identifying them with the Estancia.
The second item, Apache training and the requirement for he and Giuseppe to attend, took almost as long to work through as the custom order. The longer we discussed this topic the angrier Tom became.
“Damn it, Paul, why do we need to go through this? There isn’t much they are going to teach me that I don’t already know about living and fighting in the desert,” Tom said heatedly.
“You’d be surprised at what they have to teach you, Tom. For instance, do you know how to best use the Apaches on the Estancia in a fight against an opposing force of fifty or sixty warriors?” I asked trying to get him to think logically instead of emotionally.
He started to respond then stopped and thought for a few seconds. “It would depend on the exact situation of course, but regardless I’d probably be able to figure it out.”
“Yes, you would figure it out, eventually,” I said. “The only problem is that by the time you figured it out, everyone - including you - would probably be dead. Going through the training will teach you what the Apaches do best, what they are capable of, and - just as importantly - will prove to them that you and Giuseppe don’t look down on them.
“Even more importantly, it solidifies the unity we were just talking about, and the importance of combining the best from every culture on the Estancia. And, yes, before you ask, I’ll be attending Apache training once Anna and I get back from Santa Fe. Every male employee of the Estancia will be required to attend unless they are too old.”
He didn’t like it but, in the end, begrudgingly agreed to go through the course while we were gone and to make sure that Giuseppe went though it as well if at all possible.
With that out of the way we finally got to the last item that concerned him, paying out the monthly payroll, and paying for everything he ordered. I knew this was a concern for him. Not that he was incapable of doing it, but the responsibility scared him more than just a little.
I handed him two ledgers telling him the top ledger was for the payrolls he’d be making. The bottom ledger was for documenting anything he spent other than the payroll.
“Tom, you need to be meticulous about documenting all expenditures while we’re gone. We must have solid records of everything we spend; and, eventually, everything we bring in.”
“I get that, Paul, but what am I going to use to pay for everything?” he asked.
Leading him over to the desk, I opened the bottom drawer. I pulled out both metal money boxes, put them on the desk, and opened the lids. He gave a gasp and stared as if mesmerized at the rows of gold coins.
He finally looked up at me when I said, “There should be enough there to cover any supplies, wagons, livestock, and incidentals that you might need for the next six months, if we are gone that long.”
“My God!” he mumbled. “That’s a fortune! What in heavens name makes you think you can trust me with this?”
“I’ll address that in a minute, Tom; but first, you need to understand that this doesn’t include covering the payroll. The money for the payroll is over in that wooden box,” I said, pointing to the box on top of the book case. As he moved over and opened the lid I said, “That is enough to cover payroll for a fully staffed Estancia for six months, so you should have more than enough for any emergencies that may arise.”
He looked back down at the coins and then back up at me. “I’ll say it again, Paul,” he said as he gently closed the lid. “What makes you think you can trust me with all of this?” Moving slowly with a look of consternation on his face, he went over to the couch where he sat down and stared at me. It was times like this when I wished I’d had some good scotch available.
I quietly sipped coffee and waited for Tom to speak. A few minutes went by but eventually he got his thoughts together and said, “You’re giving me a lot of responsibility and trust. Why?”
“It’s not just me that trusts you, Tom. You’ve proven yourself to everyone that matters to me. You’re trusted by Anna, Yolanda, Mr. and Mrs. Mendoza, Giuseppe, Heinrich, and the cousins. We are leaving you to care for our Estancia, our Hacienda, our land, and our people for anywhere from three to six months. Part of that care is the money to meet the payroll and buy things that are needed.”
Tom just nodded and sat there staring into space. I returned to quietly sipping coffee again. Finally, he looked at me and shook his head. “I don’t know how you can trust someone like that. I’m not sure that I could do the same, if the situation was reversed.”
“Anna and I can’t do everything ourselves, Tom. We need to trust someone. As a matter of fact, we need to trust a lot of people. Besides you and Yolanda, we trust Hector, Giuseppe, Juan, Jorge, Mr. Mendoza, Miguel, and Maco. Do you know what Hector is doing down in Mexico?”
“Well, just that he is gathering people and cattle to bring back here,” he said, confused at the apparent change of topic.
“That’s right, Tom,” I said with a nod. “And he left Las Cruces with just about the same amount of money that’s in that wooden money box, as well as a Bank Draft for double that amount.” I shrugged my shoulders. “I have to trust a lot of people if any of this is ever going to be a reality. It’s all part of daring to dream, to reach for the unreachable.”
“Okay. I get that as the Estancia Segundo you have to trust me. Not to mention the fact that we are going to be almost brothers-in-law for all intents and purposes,” he added with a wide grin before getting serious again. “But, aren’t you concerned at all about having this much money in the office where almost anyone can get to it?”
“Not really, Tom. Outside of Anna, me, and now you and Yolanda, no one knows the money is here. Eventually, some are going to figure out that it’s here somewhere, though. When they do, they’ll have to try and find it. If you hadn’t noticed the Hacienda is huge. I suppose if someone really wanted the money it wouldn’t take them long to find it, but for the moment no one comes in here without being invited. Nevertheless, Anna and I make it a practice to bar the door when the money is brought out. I expect you and Yolanda will be doing the same,” I said while putting the metal cash boxes and the ledgers away in the bottom drawer.
“I expect we will,” Tom said with a nod, closing out the conversation. I removed the bar from the door and led him upstairs to the terrace to join Anna and Yolanda after their talk.
Somewhere in all the activity on that first day, Anna and I had time to talk about what she was taking on the trip to Santa Fe. The conversation started when she said she was looking forward to seeing where the gold was coming from and working the gold field with me. That reminded me that we were going to be using pack mules on this trip instead of a wagon.
“Anna, you remember that I want to bring the wagon I left in Santa Fe on my last trip back with us?” I asked. At her nod I continued. “That means we’ll be using pack mules on the way up to Santa Fe which means there won’t be any storage boxes for your dresses and other clothes. As a matter of fact, because we want to take as much gold as we can, that means you’ll have to limit what you take so that we have space for the gold.” As her face began to scrunch up in a grimace, I quickly asked, “What were you planning on taking with you?”
“Well, I was thinking two riding outfits and three dresses should do. After all, I’m going to be buying more clothes in Santa Fe, so I don’t need to take everything I bought in El Paso. But, if I can’t use a chest to store them in while we’re traveling, how will we keep them from getting dusty and completely wrinkled?”
“Okay. That, along with a couple of spare sets of the camouflage shirts and pants, should do just fine until you get more clothes made. If you get me one of the dresses you want to take, I’ll show you an ancient family secret. It will keep them clean and limit the number of wrinkles while they’re stored for traveling,” I said with a grin.
Giving me a thoughtful look, she went into the closet and returned with one of her new dresses and laid it on the bed. After looking at it, I carefully folded it twice, lengthwise. Starting at the top, I rolled it tightly down to the bottom, stopping frequently to make sure the roll remained tight.
When I was done, I took a canvas square from my bottom drawer and centered the rolled-up dress on one end. Rolling the dress and the canvas I ended up with a neat and tight tube of canvas that I tied with three rawhide strings. Handing it to Anna I told her we’d unroll it in two days and look at the results. Skeptically, Anna took the roll, and at my suggestion took it out and put it on one of the tables on the terrace.
Two days later Anna was chomping at the bit to rescue her new dress from the terrace before it was ruined. Still skeptical, she brought the roll inside, removed he rawhide, unrolled the canvas, and shook out the dress. With a gasp of disbelief, she turned to me while still holding up the dress.
“That’s amazing, Pablo! There’re almost no wrinkles at all, and not a speck of dust. Where did you learn to do this?”
“I told you, it’s an ancient family secret,” I said with grin. “I learned it when I was in the military, in the future. When we deployed everything had to fit into canvas bags and still be serviceable, meaning wearable right out of the bag, when we got to where we were going. Rolling everything tightly reduces the number of wrinkles in most clothing and the canvas bag keeps it clean. Of course, rolling won’t work on some of your dresses because of the material, but you already know that.”
Convinced now that she would have clean wearable clothes despite not being able to use storage boxes, she quickly rolled the dresses and riding suits she wanted to take. She put them on a shelf in the closet, ready to go into the panniers when we left.
Two days before we were scheduled to leave, Anna and I rode out on a tour of the Estancia with Tom, Giuseppe, and Heinrich. The purpose of the ride was really just to familiarize us with where exactly things stood when we left so that we could tell what, if anything, had changed when we returned. Our itinerary for the ride was the Hacienda, the Ranch, the new quarry, the seep, the village, and back to the Hacienda.
We certainly received the familiarization we were looking for, but we also made two discoveries that would rapidly change the environment of the Estancia.
The first discovery was that the seep was now much more than the slow trickle we had come to expect. The faint line of water coming from the rocks had almost tripled in size and was rapidly filling in the depression I’d inadvertently formed during my early attempts to begin a quarry. At the rate it was going, we could clearly see that sometime in the next seven to ten days the water would overflow the depression and begin making its way down the draw to eventually reach the Rio Grande.
Although we all called it a canyon, because of the high rock walls, it was really a long draw about 200 yards wide narrowing to about 50 feet wide 400 yards away, down towards the river. Since none of us had ever had the time to explore the draw beyond this point, we decided to ride further up towards the mountains.
It didn’t take us long to see that it was a wide and extremely long system of connected draws, perhaps three miles in total from the base of the mountain to the river. The most notable feature to me was the natural choke points that formed where two draws connected. When I pointed this out to the others, they quickly became as excited as I was.
It would take some work, but if we widened the areas between the narrows and built dams at the narrows, we could have a nice series of ponds for farming during a drought or to use for recreation, all the while reducing a major source of flooding. The problem was going to be building the dams in the right places and providing ways for excess water to drain out to the river during the rainy season.
As we rode to the village we continued to discuss building the dams. We all agreed that if we were going to do this we needed to get all the draws widened as much as possible and get the dams completed before the rainy season started this summer. Anna and I talked quietly to each other as we rode without being noticed by the others as they continued to talk through everything that would need to be done.
As we neared the village we both caught back up to the others. “Gentlemen,” I said to gain their attention. “Since Anna and I are leaving for our trip in two days, we are going to leave it to you three to work out all the details and get the work done. Heinrich, Tom will have the final say on what gets done, so please give your bid on the dams to him when it’s ready.”
All three men pulled up their horses to a stop on the hill overlooking the village to stare at us. Giuseppe and Heinrich with smiles on their faces, and Tom with a pensive thoughtful look. Both Anna and I nodded our head at Tom, before turning our attention to the village.
We watched as the women and children of the village went about their daily lives. The wagon teams were making rapid progress laying the patio stones for the plaza. A lot of preparatory work had been done in the last two days, as we could see piles of sand dotting the plaza. Two teams of two were spreading the sand evenly for the stone layers. Work continued on the Finca Operations building. From this distance, it looked like the walls would be high enough this afternoon or tomorrow to start placing the vigas on the non-Store portion of the building. On the store portion the vigas had already been placed, and the roof looked completed.
Satisfied with what we could see from the hilltop, we rode down into the village and made our second discovery. Unlike the seep, which affected the geographical environment, the discovery we made in the village affected the social environment.
We rode down into the village and dismounted in front of the plaza. Anna walked over to the store looking for Lupe, while the rest of us walked around the plaza looking for Juan. When we finally found him he was in an intense conversation with Jesus and another man. Tom, Giuseppe, and Heinrich wandered off to inspect the buildings and plaza work while I remained waiting to talk to Juan. A few minutes later the conversation broke up and the third man walked off towards the houses angrily.
Turning to me Juan smiled and waved his arm at the building saying, “Good morning, Pablo. They’re making excellent progress, don’t you think?”
“Morning, Juan, Jesus. They’re making much better progress than I anticipated, Juan.” Glancing at the retreating back of the third man I had to ask, “Is there some problem I should be aware of?”
With a small grimace he replied, “Not really, Pablo. There are still one or two holdouts like him who want to take shortcuts instead of doing the job right.”
“I’d be really surprised if Jesus is one of the holdouts,” I said with a raised eyebrow.
Jesus looked startled while Juan just laughed shaking his head. “No, Jesus is the leader that everyone looks to for decisions, and to resolve arguments. The primary holdout was the guy who just left. He was arguing that the walls didn’t have to be perfectly straight, and it didn’t make sense to waste all the time making them straight.”
“How many are there like that?” I asked.
“Besides the one who just left there are two others that I’m aware of who still have a hard time following directions.” Turning to Jesus with a questioning look, he asked, “Are there any others besides those three, Jesus?”
“No, those are the only three still having problems understanding why buildings have to be built a certain way.”
This was something I needed to stop before we left on our trip. “Do I need to talk to the three of them about the trouble they are causing by not following directions?”
Jesus thought for a few moments before replying. “They aren’t really trouble makers, Paul. They just don’t understand why the buildings have to be built a certain way. Put yourself in their position for a minute.
“They, like everyone else here, have lived most of their adult lives completely independent of anyone else. They’ve built their own homes and farmed their own land, living well away from villages or towns. Then they decide to believe in the word of their friends and come to the Estancia where major decisions are made by others and they are even told how to build their houses.
“It’s going to take time to explain the reasons behind those decisions to each of them in a way they can understand. That’s the case with the three Juan was talking about when it comes to building the houses and Finca buildings.
“There are others who’re having the same kind of problems understanding the need for building the levees and irrigation systems before preparing the fields and planting any crops. There are still others who’re having problems with having to take part in the Apache training.”
With a shrug of his shoulders he added, “I’m not saying that everyone will understand and live with the rules. Some few, probably won’t ever understand, and will end up leaving. To be frank, those few are waiting to see how things will be run while you and Anna are gone. If the rules continue to be applied with you gone, then the ones having the problems will probably be gone by the time you get back.”
I watched the work teams laying the stones in the plaza while I thought about what Jesus had said. Finally, reaching a decision, I turned back to Jesus. “Thank you for that explanation, Jesus. I’d like you and Lupe to come for supper tonight, so we can talk about this with the others.”
“I think it’s safe to say we’ll be there, Pablo,” he replied with a grin. “What others are you talking about?”
It took me a moment to figure out that in all the hustle and bustle of getting the farmers and their families here and then getting things built we’d never made the management structure clear to any of the villagers, including Jesus and Lupe. “I meant Anna, Tom, Yolanda, Giuseppe, Sofia, and Father O’Shea. We’ll discuss their roles with you and Lupe tonight, just so everything is clear.”
We talked for a few more minutes about all things related to bees until Tom, Giuseppe, and Heinrich wandered back over to us. After a quick goodbye, we left to find Anna, so we could finish our ride. Anna was waiting for me by the horses, while talking to Lupe. She got a big smile on her face when she saw me coming towards her and Lupe turned around to face me as I arrived
I got a big hug from Anna and a quick kiss before she asked me if I was ready to leave. I greeted Lupe and told Anna I was ready. I helped her mount and then turned to Lupe telling her we’d see her at the Hacienda for supper tonight. She looked surprised at that, and I told her Jesus was probably looking for her to tell her. She nodded, gave us a quick goodbye, and hurried off to find Jesus.
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We slept in a little later than usual the next morning. While late, we could have joined everyone for breakfast, but Anna had other ideas. She remembered my warning that we’d be missing both soft beds and hot water for the next month or longer. Rolling over on top of me, she said she wanted one more memory of a nice soft bed before we showered. Eventually we made it to the shower and enjoyed the hot water. After a good breakfast, we loaded up the horses and mules, and double checked our...
I sat at the picnic table on the patio looking out at the nightly spectacle of glorious colors as the sun set behind Picacho Peak. A song with a snappy beat wafted softly over the outside speakers hidden in rose bushes climbing up both sides of the patio on their trellises reaching for the roof. I couldn’t quite make out the words to the song, but it was very familiar. If I didn’t know better, I’d believe I was actually back in my twenty-first century home. But I did know better. “You’ve...
After breakfast, the next morning, we all went our separate ways. The Padre, Yolanda, and Sofia were taking her kids to school while Alejandro went out to visit his cousins on the upper plateau. He was a little sad to see the others leaving but brightened up when Anna said he would be starting school in a few days and would go with them in the mornings. Tom and Giuseppe went off to check the dams and the quarry. I told Cristina we were going to be using the study most of the day and asked her...
We caught up to the wagons about half a mile out of Las Cruces, and slowed the horses to a walk next to the wagon the padre was riding in. Father O’Shea took in the shotguns and pistols we were all carrying along with the rifle scabbards. “You are all well-armed for such a short trip. Are all those guns really necessary?” he asked wryly. Tom barked out a laugh, and Anna responded with a grim smile of her own. “You just listened to us explain about the attacks in town and the large attack at...
I was surprised the next morning when Miguel, Maco, Jesus, and Lupe joined us for breakfast. It turned out they always joined the Hacienda for breakfast, before leaving for Las Cruces. Alejandro watched with interest as Miguel and Maco greeted Anna. He seemed relieved that we were indeed cousins of all the Garcias. As we were preparing to leave, I told Alejandro to help protect his sister and the Hacienda while we were gone and got a grave nod in return. I gave Anna a big hug and kiss. As I...
We left Las Cruces on our return trip home as scheduled, with a passel of kids dressed for the ride, and a wagon full of clothes for growing kids. Tom, Martin Amador and I rode along behind the wagon, as the ladies rode near the front of the wagon on either side, talking to Celia, Beth, Izabella and the rest of the kids. Celia hadn’t had a chance to see George during the trip, as he was back out on patrol early the next morning after our visit with the Colonel. Martin had reluctantly come...
Leading all five of my horses, I walked into the Las Cruces of 1850 for the first time late that afternoon about four, after nearly a full day of walking. Mr. Mendoza’s Livery Stable and Freight Yard was easily found. The first person I saw directed me to the distinctive building with the wooden second floor at the north end of town. Luckily, Mr. Mendoza was outside talking to a young boy. When he saw me, he looked surprised. He quickly dismissed the boy, telling him to muck out two specific...
The stable boy had my wagon and mules waiting for me, after I checked out the next morning. I made quick work of loading the door and jambs on the wagon, before heading to the bank. Levi had everything ready to go, and in less than three minutes after I entered, I was back in the wagon and started for home. I spent another three butt numbing days getting home! The next morning, I loaded up the empty panniers on the mules, saddled up the horse, closed up the wall and house, and left for Las...
I checked out of the hotel and was at the restaurant a little before eight, getting my Anna fix. Just as Anna was bringing my coffee, Jorge and Giuseppe walked in together. While we were eating, I reminded them I had to get my horse and mules from the stables, and then make a few stops in town for supplies before leaving. I paid for the breakfasts, said my goodbye to Anna, and walked over to the stables. I spent a few minutes talking to Mr. Mendoza, while the stable boy got my horse and...
“I’m sure glad this is all over,” I said to Anna, four days later, as we were leaving our bedroom to get JJ and go downstairs to breakfast. For three of those days, Anna and I babysat the Greenburgs until lunch when we were replaced by Tom and Yolanda. That left my afternoons free to visit the various parts of the Estancia, usually with the older kids, as well as get in some shooting practice. The other day was spent in the Estancia meeting, where we reviewed the progress we’d made against...
I was up at first light, ate another MRE, and was on my way back to the RV shortly after 7AM. Although I was paying attention to possible threats, both animal and human along the way, I was replaying yesterday over and over in my mind. Finally, just before arriving at the little plateau and my RV, I decided that I had more information than my pea brain could handle, and I needed to let my subconscious work on it for a while. For now, I would act as though I was in fact in the Robledo...
“Wake up, Paul! Raiders are attacking the camp!” This was no whisper. Dream Laura was fairly screaming in my ear. It was just after daybreak, and Laura’s voice woke me to the screams, rifle fire, and shotgun blasts coming from the camp. I slipped on my boots, holstered the pistol, and grabbed my rifle. Once outside I ran to the edge of the plateau. With a quick glance I saw ten or eleven bodies around the outside of the mason’s camp, and a handful of men running away from the camp. Tom was...
As I’d warned during the meeting, 1858 and 1859 proved to be busy years for everyone associated with the Estancia and the various business enterprises. The Estancia got back to work after the holidays on January 3rd, the same day our guests left for their return trip home. The normal Estancia wintertime repair work continued on, although at a reduced pace, while ten teams were assigned to Tom and Giuseppe to quarry a hole at the southern end of the Robledo Mountains. That hole, measuring 200...
I was two days out from Trujillo Gulch and had just saddled up for the days ride, when the faint sounds of gun shots came from the east. Without thinking, I mounted up and rode towards the sound of the gunfire. I was two miles west of the Camino Real, and figured that was where the gun fire was coming from. As I rode, I realized what I’d done, and debated with myself whether this was really the smartest course of action. I may be a defender, but was I to be everyone’s defender? The thought...
Taking down the adobe bricks from the cave entrance, I thought about the next step that I dreaded so much. A heavy door of wood and adobe bricks was going to need sturdy support from the wood door jamb it was going to be hung on, which meant burying the jamb a minimum of nine inches. Digging down into nine inches of rock was not going to be easy. I started digging the hole for the left support jamb using the largest cold chisel and the heaviest hammer I had. The floor here didn’t seem to be...
The trip from the Hacienda to the meeting site was thankfully uneventful, although I must admit to having a sense of unease until we’d passed the area of the last mountain lion attack. The weather had moderated and become warmer, but we weren’t fooled. The seasonal spring winds were nearing their end, but we had to expect to have to deal with them, and dust storms, for the next couple of weeks. We arrived in the clearing mid-afternoon of the day before the meeting. Miguel, using hand...
I fell into a deep sleep, while watching a kaleidoscope of shadows dance around the room. Flashes of lightning backlit the curtains on the window. For the third time in as many years, and the second time in as many weeks, Dream Laura visited my dreams that night. She was getting stronger, as tonight’s visit had us sitting across from each other at the picnic table on the covered patio of our old house, the patio we had built together just after we’d bought the house. Everything seemed...
I made my way back through the courtyard and into the house heading for the dining room intent on having another cup of coffee. Before I could sit down, however, Mr. Greenburg saw me. “Paul, if you have time this morning, and you’re feeling up to it, Rachael and I would like to talk with you for a little while regarding our discussions before you were hurt.” A quick glance at Anna and with her small nod of approval, I replied, “Certainly, Sir. I’m at your disposal. How about we get a coffee...
At my insistence, we pushed hard on the way back home, knocking two days off the return trip. The dull ache in my shoulder hadn’t returned at all since we left the Hacienda, so I felt comfortable pushing a little harder. As we dismounted in front of the courtyard gate, I asked the cousin who took my horse to send a message asking Nantan and Miguel to dinner this evening. Saddlebags over our shoulders and carrying our bedrolls, we entered the Hacienda looking forward to seeing our wives and...
After the Monday morning staff meeting, I holed up in the study with Tom and Yolanda. I’d been wrong in El Paso. It didn’t take two days to give them the background and go over the tentative plans Anna and I had been working on. It took all week, and even then I’d just scratched the surface of the background. The major problem, as always, was trying to figure out how to answer their questions in terms they could understand. I tried to stay away from things they didn’t need to know about....
I was sitting in the restaurant the next morning, finishing up breakfast and thinking about how Anna’s smile seemed to make my day. I’d just taken my last bite when Anna came over with fresh coffee and sat down, giving me another one of my Anna smiles, and asking me what I had planned for the day. Swallowing my last bite and taking a sip of coffee I said, “I was hoping to talk my fiancée into spending the morning riding with me, and perhaps start learning to shoot. Do you think she would...
I woke up the next morning feeling more refreshed than I had since the mountain lion attack. Stretching my arms out to my side, I looked at my right hand, flexed my fingers, and laughed at the thought that I could play the guitar again. I hadn’t realized until yesterday afternoon how much I missed it. Jumping out of bed, I ran through my tai chi exercises and the katas, before cleaning up with a basin of water, and getting dressed. I was whistling as I walked in the back door of the...
Tom and I were relaxing after breakfast, enjoying our umpteenth cup of fresh hot coffee when the ladies had decided we’d had enough time. “So, Pablo, you’ve had your breakfast and coffee, now tell us about the trip,” she demanded in an almost imperial voice. Looking around the table, I realized for the first time that Tom and I were the only men in the room. “As you command, my Lady,” I replied giving her a sitting bow. “But first, where is everyone?” “Well, it is harvest time, Paul. Tomas...
Early the next morning I awoke and stretched out on the queen size bed, luxuriating in the feel of crisp cool cotton sheets and thinking about how good I felt. All those minor joint aches and pains I’d learned to live with over the years simply weren’t there. And those dreams! I rarely remembered my dreams after waking, but somehow, I knew that I remembered every one of last night’s dreams. The dreams of my past, both good and bad. With a yawn and a final stretch, I got up and started my...
Although they were always on our minds, we put the unsettling spirit visits behind us and got on with our lives. I spent as much time as I could in the RV cave melting gold, but it was only a couple of hours most days, and the small mountain of gold seemed to defy my attempts to reduce its size. Giuseppe returned from his short trip to the base of the Doña Ana Mountains late Wednesday afternoon in a jubilant mood. Over supper he informed us that he’d found the rock we needed to build the...
I was up before first light the next morning. I found two of the ladies already up and quietly preparing to make breakfast for the camp. I walked down to the river and soaked my head in the water to wake me up, as well as help tame my hair. When I lifted my head from the river, I found Giuseppe and Hector had joined me. After relieving ourselves we walked back up to the campfire where the ladies handed us each a cup of coffee. We sat drinking our coffee and enjoying the quiet of the...
Standing at the opening of the cave, they stared inside in stunned disbelief. I cleared my throat, regaining their attention. “No one else besides you three know about this. I expect it to remain that way. The cave and what’s in it are never discussed outside this room, and then only if the door is closed and barred.” Handing Mr. Mendoza the lantern, I watched from the doorway as they wandered around exploring. All I could see was the soft glow of the light when they were in the smaller cave...
Six weeks later I was again lying in Mr. Mendoza’s hayloft. Tom’s even breathing and soft snores provided background accompaniment, as I marveled at everything that had happened in such a short time. With the exception of the six days Tom and I spent on a trip to El Paso, and a two-day trip to the Hacienda, the four of us had spent virtually all of our time together. The first morning of our two-week visit at the Hacienda they’d seen me practicing Tai Chi on the plateau in the early dawn....
“Good morning Maco,” I said, walking into the dining room for breakfast. “We missed you at breakfast yesterday and again at dinner last night.” “Good morning Paul, or rather, good night for me,” Maco answered wearily. “I just stopped by to have breakfast with Beth since I haven’t seen her for a couple of days.” “What have you been doing to be so tired?” “I was the Scout hidden behind you yesterday. All of us were in our hides at three yesterday morning and we stayed in place until three...
I was up early the next morning after a restless night, dreading the conversation Anna wanted to have. Walking into the restaurant I was surprised to get my normal Anna smile, hug, and kiss. Maybe this wasn’t going to be so bad after all. She pointed me back to my usual table and brought over two cups of coffee. Sitting down, she said that breakfast would be out in a few minutes and asked how I’d slept. “Not well. It was a restless sleep that had me tossing and turning all night,” I...
“¡Juan! ¡El hombre malo!” I yelled as Tom and I walked into his office the next morning. “¡Dios Mio!” he exclaimed. “You startled me,” he said shaking his finger at us before reaching for a towel to clean up the small amount of ink he’d spilled on the countertop. “It’s good to see both of you again. Let me put these books up and we can talk.” Tom and I busied ourselves getting coffee before sitting down at the small table. Juan grabbed his coffee off the counter and joined us. “So, my...
Before going to bed, Tom and I worked on the mortar shells in the den. “Paul are you sure this is going to work?” Tom asked skeptically, as he applied hide glue around the brass sides at the bottom of the 12-gauge shotgun shell. “It should work just fine, at least for the shotgun shells, Tom. The tricky part of all this is the caps in the top of the shells.” Squinting, I focused my mind on dabbing just a little hide glue on the percussion cap before sticking it inside the plunger cap and...
We were up early, and after breakfast, we rounded up the deputy and the stage coach manager before walking over to the bank. The four of us walked into the banker’s office over his objections. I closed the door and told him to shut up and listen, as Anna looked away to hide her smile. I asked the banker if the ‘Mayor’ had been up to date on his rental payments for the stable and house. When he said that he was current, I turned to the Deputy. “I want a complete inventory of the stables to...
The next morning, bright and early, Tom and I loaded up the wagon and drove it over to the back door of the bank, where Levi was waiting for us. I signed the withdrawal receipt and accepted a deposit receipt of $35,000 for the sale of 4,000 head of cattle to Richard King. We loaded the bags of money into the steel wagon box, locked it up, and drove it back over to the hotel. In the hotel restaurant, we found the ladies waiting for us, along with Richard King, a total of twenty vaqueros, and...
“Damn Paul! None of this was here two years ago! How many people live in this village?” The questions were coming rapid fire from Steve, as we sat on our horses looking out over the village from the hills. We’d insisted that Steve spend his first day on the Estancia recovering from his trip. The only thing remotely resembling a discussion of our plans, was getting him to accept that he would need to ride a horse to Austin and back. Well, that and convincing him that his chances of surviving...
Tom, Giuseppe and I were relaxing after lunch while we waited for the ladies to arrive. A little after one o’clock, one of the cousins came into the camp telling us that wagons from Las Cruces were on their way. I thanked him, and the three of us went up to the slope, where we used our monoculars to watch the wagons. There were ten heavily laden wagons about a mile away moving slowly up the road. With a groan I said, “My back is already starting to hurt, just thinking about unloading those...
I shared my dream with Anna the next morning before we got out of bed. She agreed with Dream Laura’s thoughts on both JT and ‘the Boss’, which didn’t really surprise me as I’d noticed before how alike their thought processes were. While Anna showered, dressed, and left to check on JJ, I sat cross-legged in the middle of the bed, and tried to meditate, something I’d never really been all that good at. Maybe I was trying too hard or perhaps I was just too rusty, but a half-hour later, I gave...
In one way I was right. It was an interesting few weeks. In another way, I was wrong. It was not just a few weeks; it was fifteen weeks. It started shortly after breakfast that first morning. As soon as Steve, the Judge, and Hiram finished bringing me up to date on their activities, I asked Juan, Jorge, George, Heinrich, and Giuseppe to join us in the den. I had the territorial map spread out on the desk, watching as Steve finished up tracing all the new land purchases he’d made, when the...
“All right, Paul, it’s been two hours since we said goodbye to Frank and Lee and watched them ride southeast towards the Estancia. My curiosity is killing me, now tell me about Cisco and Frank like you said you would.” I had to smile. It had been almost twenty-four hours since I’d told Tom I’d tell him how I knew about Cisco and Frank. I knew his curiosity was about to burst. We’d left Tucson less than twenty minutes later, riding hard with Frank and Lee. With a full moon, we’d hadn’t...
My head was pounding! Somehow, around the pain, I thought, ‘After seventy some years, you’d think I’d remember never to mix distilled and fermented alcohol!’ I may have looked twenty years old, but I was well over seventy. Getting sent back over 160 year’s in time was bad enough. Throw in losing everyone and everything I knew, and it was even tougher. Losing fifty years off my apparent age paled in comparison, but it was rough, too. Well, losing the years, both in time and age, had its good...
Tom and I were becoming bored. The Segundos were all doing their jobs well. Cattle were being delivered on time, and the herd continued to grow. The land along the river was being cleared and prepared for planting, while early harvesting in the greenhouses had already started for some of the crops, like tomatoes. Building activities were continuing at a furious pace, with the fences, roads, water retention buildings, and School/Community Center all in different stages. We spent quite a bit...
I was on the terrace on a fine bright sunny afternoon, staring in horror at the list of things I’d come up with for Steve to do when he got back from Austin. No matter how I looked at it, I just couldn’t see how he would ever get everything on the list done in the time-frame we wanted. I was seriously starting to think that maybe we’d over extended ourselves this time, and we would have to push the time-frame out another year, when something in my brain sparked. I suddenly remembered a...
“What do you mean something funny is going on in the land office, Paul?” Steve asked. Tom, Steve, and I were in the family dining room going over our land plans one last time, after finishing a large breakfast. Anna, Yolanda, and the boys were with Mrs. Mendoza over in the house writing up the invitations after she agreed to host the meeting tomorrow. “I’m not sure what, but something just wasn’t right about the map in the land office when we were there the other day. In all the excitement...
Our final day in Santa Fe was hectic as Tom and I, with the ready assistance of the escort teams, gathered supplies for the trip home in the morning, and picked up the trunks, booze, and books that afternoon. With little fanfare, we departed Santa Fe the next morning after a good breakfast with the Judge, Hiram, Helen, and Steve. We assured all of them but most especially Helen that we’d be back the first week in November with the ladies and babies. Pushing the animals hard we travelled...
The mules didn’t seem to be laboring with the load, so I figured to make good time going back to the cave. By this time, I didn’t feel threatened between Las Cruces and the cave, but I stopped just out of sight of Las Cruces. I pulled my rifle out of the panier and put it in the seat box with me, just in case. I also made sure I could get to the pistol at my waist easily, before driving on. The trip was a little longer with the mule pulling the wagon but not overly so. As I drove and watched...
As I drove along the Camino Real, I sang “Fever” to the mules. They didn’t seem to mind. Then I opened up my mind to them on the various situations I found myself in. I talked about waking up 160 years in the past as a fifteen-year-old who few people took all that seriously, but with the experience and attitude of a sixty-six-year-old. I talked about my unsuccessful efforts to determine if this was all real or if it was just a psychotic episodic loop I was stuck in. I talked about the strange...
My goal was to reach Santa Fe in fifteen days. Unlike the last time I’d made the trip I stayed on the road pushing hard. I knew the route this time and wasn’t quite so concerned over threats. The first six days I averaged almost thirty miles a day, but the mules were starting to get tired, so I backed off to a steady twenty. This gave me enough time in the mornings to do my Tai Chi as well as the Aikido and Krav Maga katas. Except for the mornings I was in town, and the first six days of this...
We’d been sent to Saudi Arabia as part of a special operations unit, formed specifically to find and retrieve downed airmen from all branches of service, and all coalition countries. It was a mix of special operations forces from the Army, Navy and Air Force. The Air Force contingent, except for twelve Combat Controllers and six snipers including JT and me, were all Pararescue, otherwise known in the Air Force as PJs or Rescue Rangers. Pararescue is a unique group of special operators. When...