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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 is out with his farmers and all the volunteers harvesting all the ready crops. Hector is making sure the drives to the three forts are all set and ready to leave the day after tomorrow. Miguel and Maco are taking your four new Deputies through Scout/Sniper training, and Cisco and Danny’s wives are helping at the nursery.

“The masons should have arrived by now and are probably hard at work trying to complete the second Segundo home. By the way, Hector and Lorena love their new home, although they haven’t been able to move in yet. The furniture they selected, down in El Paso del Norte, hasn’t arrived yet.

“Giuseppe is out checking the rail beds between here and the Caballo Mountains. He’s really been worried they laid the stone down too early. He’s less worried now that he’s checked the rail bed between here and Las Cruces and found everything to be fine. But you know Giuseppe, he won’t quit worrying about it until the ties and rails have been laid.”

“You mean the rail bed all the way to the Caballo Mountains is already laid?” I asked in amazement.

“Yes. Giuseppe should be back tonight, so I’ll let him tell you about the progress they made on the railroad. Now, no more questions, tell us what happened.”

“All right, my love, since you insist, attend me and I shall regale you with the latest tales of heroism and chivalry from the brave Knights of the Order of La Mancha Oeste,” I said in my best announcer’s voice.

Between Tom and me, we managed to tell them all about the trip. We quickly covered the first part of the trip, slowing down when we got to the part where Tom and I split off to ride into Tucson. They thought the story of finding Frank and Lee in Tucson was extremely interesting. They also agreed with our suspicions about the Town’s Deputy Marshal. I briefly covered the short fight with the Navajo and the rest of the trip to our camp. I was careful not to mention the goldfield at all, simply saying we got to our destination.

We then told the tale of running across the bandits and our fight with them. We actually spent most of the time telling them of our trip back. The mules straining to pull the heavy loads, the long days, camping in the rain, driving in the rain, making camp in the rain. The mules wearing themselves out trying to pull the wagons through the heavy sticky caliche when we couldn’t find hardpan for them to walk on. We ended the story with us splitting up after crossing the Rio Grande.

“Now, my love, it’s your turn,” I said with a smile. “Much has happened here I’m sure. Tell us.”

“Oh, dear, so much has happened! You’re right,” Anna said with a small enigmatic smile. Collecting her thoughts, she began telling us all the things that had happened while we were gone.

“Hector returned from Taos with the sheep. He stopped in Santa Fe on his way and deposited the bank draft for the herd. Between that draft and the quarterly sales to the forts, the Estancia is operating in the black again this year. Our herd is down to nine thousand head now and since we corralled the bulls this year there won’t be any new calves next year.

“The sheep have been broken into four flocks and are grazing all along the base of the Robledos. The Basque shepherds are absolutely delightful people and have fit in well with everyone else. We decided to make the area between the Nine Ponds and the lake the permanent home for the sheep. That will take a few years though as we need to clear and level it all, bring in topsoil, and plant grass. Tomas wants a combination of timothy and alfalfa. The clearing and leveling will start next month after the harvest is all in.

“The finca is doing extremely well, thanks to the ladies of the Estancia. With so many men gone I offered temporary jobs to any who wanted them. Thankfully, that village nursery you suggested, had been set up and it came into good use this spring and summer. We’ve sold everything we’ve harvested in Las Cruces, Mesilla, and to the three fort commissaries. Even with the extra expenses of hiring the ladies and paying more ladies to work in the nursery, the finca is also running in the black. Canning has started in the community center and will ramp up the next few weeks until the harvest is over.

“One of Juan’s contacts found us four hundred more pecan seedlings, which I bought. They are now planted on this side of Nine Ponds to start the big orchard we talked about.

“Mark Smith and Oliver Timmons, the two surveyors recommended by Jim Longstreet, arrived and seem like very nice men. Giuseppe took them out for a week to evaluate them and when he came back, recommended they be hired, which I did. He took them to Las Cruces, had a meeting with Juan. They both left with four teams of security, a map, building plans, a scraper, an iron roller, a twenty-man road crew, and two masons, one of ours and one of Juan’s. Mark went to Socorro, where he was to survey the depot, clear and level the ground, and get the mason’s started on the building. Once that’s done, he was to start surveying and building the rail bed towards Santa Fe. He was authorized to hire up to fifty additional men for the road crew. Oliver went to Santa Fe to do the same thing.

“Word from both Socorro and Santa Fe is that things are progressing well although Oliver’s group up in Santa Fe have had to fight off almost weekly raids from bandits. The depot buildings in both Socorro and Santa Fe are going well. At last word, despite the late start, the roadbed from Socorro has been built out over seven miles towards Santa Fe. The roadbed from Santa Fe is only twelve miles out but that’s because they are building the bridge over that deep gorge. They plan to have that ready by early summer next year as well.

“The depot complex in Las Cruces is going well and they’ll keep working on it as long as the weather holds. Giuseppe and Juan’s road crews have made great progress on the rail bed from Las Cruces towards Socorro. Much better than the others. Partly because the road crews are the most experienced and partly because they were working in the valley for a large portion of the distance. There wasn’t much change in elevation to worry about until they reached the Caballo Mountains which is as far as they’ve gotten. Giuseppe completed the survey all the way to San Antonio which means he’s nine miles from Socorro.

“Jorge made the trip up to Socorro like we asked, and after looking around the building, worked with the Mayor and Sheriff to understand the city and county’s office needs. The final plans everyone agreed to, are on the desk in your den for you to review. Seeing the work started on the depot complex and Jorge working on the plans was all the Mayor needed to accept your rental terms. The work on the old Pacheco building will begin when the depot complex is completed.

“The mine is doing well, and we started receiving iron ingots in mid-June. Ramon and the blacksmiths are extremely happy with the quality and quantity of the iron. Juan has four scrapers now, one for each of the three railroad teams and one he kept in Las Cruces. I had four more made for the Estancia to use. I also decided to make four more for Juan, he swears they make clearing and leveling the railroad bed much quicker.

“There have been no incidents up at the mine between the miners and the Mimbreños. Mangas Coloradas is holding up his end of the bargain. The security teams spend most of their time trying to keep the miners under control as they are constantly trying to sneak away on their days off to prospect on their own.

“Juan finished the road between Pinos Altos and Mesilla. It’s just like the Estancia roads now. The barracks are done and most of the miners have moved into them although getting enough furniture is proving to be more difficult than we’d thought. I did send them a big stove for their kitchen that Mrs. Amador had available.

“Work continues on the processing building, which is a little behind schedule. Clearing that much land was much more difficult than they’d planned on because of all the large rocks, small boulders really, that had to be removed. They hope to have it done by early summer next year. The masons only have another eight or nine weeks before the weather turns too cold to work until next spring.”

Anna reached to pour herself more coffee only to discover that all the pots were empty. We all agreed when Celia said, “Let’s take a short break while we get more coffee and I’ll check on lunch.”

Ten minutes later, coffee refreshed, and with the knowledge that lunch would be served in less than an hour, Anna picked up recounting the events that had happened while we were on our trip.

“The masons up at the mine returned a few weeks ago, pleased with the abilities of Juan’s masons who were now working on their own. Likewise, the masons working on the depot complex in Las Cruces returned after only three weeks, pleased with the abilities of the masons Juan had hired there. Juan sent us six masons, part of his extended family from down in Chihuahua, that he was sure we could use. And he was right. With all but two of our masons on the Estancia and with the six additional masons from Juan, we’ve made good headway in catching up on the Estancia building program.

“The upper and lower plateau walls have been completed and the first Segundo house has been completed. The second Segundo house should be completed by the middle of October. They’ll start the third Segundo house when the second is finished but probably won’t get it completed before the weather gets too cold.

“Heinrich and one of his masons have spent most of their time out with Giuseppe designing and pouring concrete anchors for what seems like hundreds of bridges over the arroyos between Las Cruces and the Caballo Mountains. The mason up in Santa Fe has also spent a large amount of his time designing and pouring huge concrete anchors for the bridge over the gorge. Heinrich had the Estancia blacksmiths make hundreds of iron rods he sent up to Santa Fe to be added to the concrete anchors. He said the rods would strengthen the concrete.

Anna stopped for a moment, apparently thinking about what other things she wanted to tell us about. Instead of continuing, however, she surprised us. “I’ll let Yolanda tell you about everything else since it’s all things she was handling.”

Taken off guard, Yolanda gathered her thoughts for a few moments and began.

“Nantan and Juan made their trip, as scheduled, up to Sierra Blanca. Nantan had a good idea where Santana might be and said that the best way to make contact was to find a nice camp and wait, especially since they had six security teams with them. Santana rode into their camp two days later.

“Santana was intrigued by Nantan’s request to allow Juan and his loggers to cut trees identified by Mescalero warriors and then cut those logs and freight them out from the old sawmill. The offer of caps, balls, powder, flour, coffee, and salt as payment for allowing them to cut trees and use the sawmill unimpeded went a long way towards his acceptance. The clincher was Nantan’s insistence that there would be no clear-cut logging. The fact that everyone but Juan and his loggers spoke Apache helped significantly.

“Within two weeks of the agreement, the old sawmill had been cleaned up and was in operation. A group of warriors led by Cadete, one of Santana’s brothers, had marked hundreds of trees, within five miles of the old mill, to be cut down. A log barracks, for the loggers and mill workers, was built next to the mill and the workers all seem to be happy.

“Juan’s got quite a stack of carbolic acid treated railroad ties in his yard with more coming in every week. The sawmill is also supplying all the bridge supports and trestles the rail bed crews need so things seem to be working well in that regard.

“The security teams with the loggers helped Santana’s warriors fight off two extremely large Comanche raids the first month they were there. Santana’s worried about the size and number of the Comanche raids which are getting much larger and more frequent than previous years, so he was thankful for the help. He was even more thankful when the security teams started taking turns doing a weekly patrol towards Comancheria. Their reports to him at the end of each patrol let him know when more raids are coming and the likely target of those raids.

“Santana did agree to attend the meeting that’s set to start at the end of next week. The tribal shaman and war leaders will be with him. Nantan was very surprised at Santana’s rapid acceptance. He said it was almost as if Santana was expecting it.

“Miguel made the trip up to see Loco, Mangas Coloradas, and Delgadito with a formal invitation to the meeting and they all readily agreed to attend. They also agreed to send out word to the other Chiricahua bands inviting their leaders to attend. We’ve no word who else will attend, we’ll just have to see who shows up.

“Miguel and Nantan have the women making a large camp with wickiups near the lake for the warriors. We plan to hold the meeting itself there as well. They’ll take you out there sometime in the next couple of days to look at it yourself and make any changes you want.

“We’ve had seven raids here at the Estancia. Two small Navajo raids, four medium to large Comanche raids, and one Apache raid. All but one of the Navajo raiding parties were defeated outside the boundary of the Estancia with none of our men killed or injured. The Navajo raid that made it inside the boundary of the Estancia is a different story.

“Apparently, the four Navajo warriors on that raid were extremely experienced. Neither the Scout/Sniper teams nor the lookouts ever saw them. They crept into the Estancia in the dead of night and set up an ambush near the northern end of the Estancia. One of the farm teams rode into the ambush the next morning. All four Navajo warriors were killed but we lost Emiliano Salas and Roberto Rodriquez.

“After the funeral, Mrs. Salas decided to stay here with her children. She all but runs the nursery so she should be okay financially. Mrs. Rodriquez, the young wife of Roberto, decided to return home to Las Cruces in the hopes of finding another husband. Anna ‘bought’ her home for fifty dollars and that combined with her savings sets her up pretty well.”

“Juan and Jorge heard about our loss, and sent us two more farmers, with their families, so we have two new additional men going through language and Apache training. They and their families are settling in well.

“The two largest Comanche raids were killed to the last man. There were so many of them that we decided to use some of your grenades on their camp after they went to sleep the night before they were going to raid us. The Scout/Sniper teams took out the night guards and the grenades did the rest.

“Your four new Deputies showed up within a week of each other, and their language training started almost immediately. Miguel ran them through the Apache course and then we turned them to learning to read and write. They’re progressing well in that regard. They’re currently in the middle of Scout/Sniper training, after which they’ll go back to reading and writing.

“Frank and Lee were fascinated by the youth program and they’ve filled all the empty time they have learning more about the program and helping the old ones. They’ve both made some really good suggestions in organization and specific knowledge badges that the old ones liked and implemented.

“We haven’t heard much from ‘the Boss’. We got a letter from the Judge three weeks ago that said they hadn’t made much progress on their end either. Two of the three suspects are on trips back east so if either of them is ‘the Boss’ that could explain the lack of activity. They’ve identified five possible suspects as the middleman who hires and runs raids for ‘the Boss’, but as yet, it’s still too early to tell if any of them are the man we were told about.

“As Anna said, there are almost weekly attacks on the roadbed crews up near Santa Fe. No one’s been hurt yet but it just a matter of time. More insidious are the frequent nighttime attacks on the roadbed itself. At least three times a week the crews wake up to reports of large sections of completed roadbed having been dug up. Since the crushed stone hasn’t been added to the roadbeds up there yet, it doesn’t take much to fill the holes in and tamp the bed with the rollers. It does add to the time it’s taking to build the roadbed though.

“There was one medium to large attack on the bridge over the big gorge. Somewhere between twenty and thirty men attacked just after sundown. The Scout/Sniper teams saw them coming and warned the security teams in time for them to set up a quick ambush for the attackers. Twenty of the attackers were killed and somewhere between five and ten of the attackers got away. At least two of them were hurt but we don’t know how bad. The teams tried to track them back to wherever they came from, but they lost the tracks just inside Santa Fe.

“Jim Longstreet sent us two officers who’d resigned and six non-commissioned officers he thought would do well in the railroad security force you want to create. Miguel and I interviewed and hired them with the caveat that you and George would interview and approve or disapprove them on your return. We sent them back down to Las Cruces and Mesilla to mingle with the now close to three hundred men Juan has gathered in both places to fill the security teams.

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Robledo MountainChapter 15

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...

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Refuge Robledo Mountain 2Chapter 3

Sunday morning, we finally rolled out of bed at eight. I convinced Anna to try the shower with me. We talked about last night, laughing as we soaped each other up. All that shower fun really tired me out. I was very tempted to just go back to bed, but Anna insisted that we have breakfast and get ready for church. Anna got dressed, opened the curtains and French doors, and cleaned up the room. I unsuccessfully tempted her the entire time, trying to change her mind and enjoy the day in bed with...

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Refuge Robledo Mountain 2Chapter 9

Anna and I were both up earlier than normal; either from a good night of rest, excitement over the trip to Taos or, more likely, a combination of both. We did our standard Tai Chi and then an extended session of practice with me teaching Anna the next kata in her progression. At the rate she was going she would soon be ready to start learning Krav Maga. When we were finished I gave Anna a big smile, pulled her into a hug before giving her a big kiss, and telling her she was doing extremely...

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Retreat Robledo Mountain 3Chapter 10

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....

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Robledo MountainChapter 26

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...

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Robledo MountainChapter 2

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...

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Retreat Robledo Mountain 3Chapter 7

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...

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Robledo MountainChapter 24

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...

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Refuge Robledo Mountain 2Chapter 5

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...

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Robledo MountainChapter 23

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...

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Robledo MountainChapter 28

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....

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Refuge Robledo Mountain 2Chapter 8

The second week in Santa Fe started out much as the first had gone. I spent the morning with Anna who had narrowed down the selection of cutlery to two different styles and now needed me to help her make the final selection. As usual we both liked one pattern over the other, so the cutlery was paid for and consigned to Mendoza Freight for delivery. The china pattern was a different story. Anna still couldn’t find anything she liked, so I suggested she explore the possibility of getting a...

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Refuge Robledo Mountain 2Chapter 10

We skipped our exercises and practice for the second day in a row, in the interest of leaving town early in the morning before anyone else was awake. I’d paid for the room and stables for four weeks the day after we’d checked in. We still had two days of the four weeks left, so there was no issue with just leaving. After one last check of the room, we walked downstairs carrying the saddlebags and scabbards and slipped out the back door to the stables where we saddled the horses, added the...

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Robledo MountainChapter 12

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...

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Refuge Robledo Mountain 2Chapter 7

We rode into my usual camp in the copse of trees just north of Santa Fe two weeks later. Her wounds were healing nicely. She hardly seemed to notice the wound in her arm at all, but was still slightly favoring her side. However, we were both tired. Tired of riding, tired of trail food, tired of sleeping on the ground, tired of being dirty, and just plain tired. I helped Anna off her horse, took her in my arms, and hugged her tight giving her a big kiss in the process. “One more night of...

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Refuge Robledo Mountain 2Chapter 16

I left Tomas alone for a few days. He went to the village and rode along the river with Jesus and others he’d picked from the files. He was getting a feel for the land where he was going to be responsible for growing crops. The day before the election, Tomas asked to see me after breakfast. I asked Clara to send a coffee service up to the terrace and Tomas followed me upstairs. We sat down at a table enjoying the early morning sunshine. As I poured our coffees I asked Tomas what was on his...

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Refuge Robledo Mountain 2Chapter 17

We all rode out after breakfast the next morning. The half day ride was quick. We all saw the Estancia through George’s eyes, as he talked about what a change there had been since his last trip north along the Camino Real. Crossing the river just before noon, we rode up the slope and I discovered that this was the first time he’d seen the Hacienda in all its glory. We gave the horses over to the cousins, after pulling our weapons and saddle bags off. Anna and I led George through the...

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Retreat Robledo Mountain 3Chapter 2

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...

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Retreat Robledo Mountain 3Chapter 9

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...

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Retreat Robledo Mountain 3Chapter 12

“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...

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Robledo MountainChapter 32

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...

3 years ago
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Refuge Robledo Mountain 2Chapter 4

Standing at the terrace railing with a light breeze blowing from the north while sipping a fresh cup of coffee the next morning, I watched the gaggle head down the slope before breaking into their separate groups. Giuseppe and Sofia with their escort of three of the cousins headed off towards the site of yesterday’s ambush. Tom and Yolanda rode out to practice shooting, while Miguel and the cousins led their group of farmers across the river to begin another day of Apache training. My mind...

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Refuge Robledo Mountain 2Chapter 6

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...

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Refuge Robledo Mountain 2Chapter 11

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...

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Refuge Robledo Mountain 2Chapter 14

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...

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Retreat Robledo Mountain 3Chapter 1

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...

3 years ago
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Retreat Robledo Mountain 3Chapter 11

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...

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Retreat Robledo Mountain 3Chapter 13

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...

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Retreat Robledo Mountain 3Chapter 15

“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...

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Retreat Robledo Mountain 3Chapter 18

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...

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Robledo MountainChapter 6

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...

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