Retreat Robledo Mountain 3 Chapter 20
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“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 the trip alone, were slim to none. He’d finally given in, and agreed to have ten of the Estancia vaqueros accompany him when he left for Austin.
This morning, after breakfast, we had started his regimen of slowly lengthening morning rides to toughen him up for his trip. This morning’s ride was limited to two hours, which was almost perfect for a slow trip to the village and back. On the ride out from the Hacienda, I’d told him that when he first met Anna and me, the only thing that existed on the Estancia was the Hacienda, which was only completed a couple of days before we were married.
At Steve’s outburst, I turned towards him and answered his questions, and then gave him the short version of the Estancia story, as we walked our horses down the hill to the plaza. Like all visitors, he was amazed at the number of the people living on the Estancia, the size of the stables and wagon yards, and all the activity that was going on around us.
We dismounted, and Tom and I gave him a tour of the buildings surrounding the plaza. I let Tom do most of the talking as we walked around. When he’d seen everything, and all of his questions had been answered, we returned to our horses and rode back to the Hacienda.
Ensconced back on the terrace with fresh coffee Steve asked, “So what’s on the agenda for tomorrow’s ride?”
I pointed out over the river and replied, “I thought we’d ride to the Ranch tomorrow, and you can see where most of the rest of the people on the Estancia live, along with the Ranch operations.”
“More people?” he asked incredulously. “How many more people? What do you mean most of the rest?”
Tom laughed at his rapid-fire questions and the look on his face as I answered. “There’s just short of five hundred more people at the Ranch. By the rest, I mean the cousins who decided to live a more traditional lifestyle for them. That’s another thirty or forty families living around the Estancia in small groups, mostly in and near the mountains.”
“How far is the Ranch from here?” Steve asked after a few moments of thought.
I stood up and motioned him to join me at the terrace rail. When he’d joined me, I took out my monocular and handed it to him, as I pointed towards the Ranch buildings.
“Look through this almost due east of us and you’ll get a taste of what you’ll be seeing, tomorrow.”
When he’d seen what there was to see of the Ranch at this distance he handed me the monocular and we returned to the table. As I was pouring myself some more coffee he said, “This is so much more than we expected. None of us had any idea of the scope of what you were doing. No wonder you turned down the Marshal’s job the first time the Judge offered it to you, or that you put the limitations on it that you did.”
I shrugged. “How do you tell people about something like the Estancia if they haven’t ever seen it?” I asked.
“You did try, that’s true enough. I’m not sure I could have done any better but I’m sure going to try when I get back. So, what’s the plan for the rest of the day? Are we just going to sit here and relax, or actually do some work?”
I couldn’t help but laugh. For such a focused, disciplined mind, Steve bounced from topic to topic without any apparent thought or focus.
“We’re going to try and get some much needed work done, Steve. But, before we do, there’s some background we need to give you and some things we need to discuss.”
He cocked an eyebrow in question.
“Did you bring the paperwork for the various projects we asked for in the letter Esteban brought you?” I asked.
“Of course, I did. I figured you’d want to see them,” he replied.
Anna and Yolanda came out on the terrace and joined us at the table.
“Your timing couldn’t be any better, my love. We were just about to start talking business and I wanted you both here for this,” I said.
Anna grinned as Yolanda replied, “It’s not our timing anymore Pablo. It’s the boys.”
We grinned at her remarks and I resumed the conversation. “Steve, we’ll want to go over each of the three documents in detail with you, to make sure we all understand them. The Land Corporation document may have to have some changes made to it, but we haven’t reached a decision on that yet. Before we get to those though, we have some serious questions for you.”
Steve nodded and said, “Ask away.”
“The first question is how much do we need to pay you to make us and our businesses your primary, if not only, clients?” Anna asked him.
Steve sat back in his chair looking stunned at her question for a few moments before replying, “Anna, you all have given me quite a bit of business, but I just don’t see enough work to justify that.”
“What my wife is trying to tell you, Steve, is that we want to hire you as the full-time Legal Counsel and Comptroller for the Rio Grande and New Mexico Land Corporation. That position, combined with the other work the family will be giving you, will occupy all your time for the foreseeable future,” I told him.
Anna grinned at Steve’s expression. “Steve, there’s lots of things going on here that you don’t know anything about yet. Paul and Tom will talk you through everything, but suffice it to say for the time being, that Estancia Dos Santos will be opening many businesses over the next few years.
“The railroad is the first, the largest, and the most expensive. Hiring you full time just makes sense. You know the law, you’ve a well-deserved reputation for being as honest as the day is long, you’re well respected in Santa Fe, and you have innumerable contacts in the North and East.
“We need all those things, and we need them now. If we can get it all worked out, you’ll be traveling north and east to find us the right people to build this railroad, and to coordinate our orders for three steam engines with Baldwin in Philadelphia, not to mention arranging for purchase and delivery of the rails, spikes, freight cars, and passenger cars.”
Anna stopped talking, and I was just about to start explaining a little more when she piped back in with, “Oh, and yes, we will need you to set up some unrelated businesses for us as well.”
We could all see that Steve was having problems processing everything Anna had told him, so we sat and quietly talked among ourselves as we enjoyed the morning sunshine and drank our coffee.
After a long twenty minutes or so Steve finally spoke up. “When do you expect to start working on this railroad? There’s a lot to do besides what you mentioned, first and foremost is getting a charter so that you can have the land you need to build it.”
I gave a slight shrug, and said, “Steve, we are starting now with trying to hire you. We won’t be applying for a charter as we don’t want the government involved if at all possible. Not because we don’t appreciate the free land a charter would mean, but because it would take years to get it approved.
“By my estimate we will be done with construction and will start full-time operations by the time Congress even brought it to a floor vote, and that’s only if something more politically important, which is almost everything, doesn’t come to the floor and take their attention.
“No, we will buy the land we want outright, once you’ve agreed to join the team. Our goal is to start construction early next year, and have the Las Cruces to Santa Fe portion operational with stops in Fort Thorn, Fort Craig, Socorro, and Albuquerque, by the end of 1860. When that’s a reality, we’ll look at extending the line from Santa Fe to Raton Pass on Lucien’s land and perhaps beyond to someplace in Kansas. We’ll also look at expanding east and west to other parts of the Territory from Las Cruces.”
He looked at all four of us and asked, “Do you have investors already lined up for this? If so, what level of funding do you have?”
Anna smile sweetly at him. “You’re looking at all the investors Steve. Between the four of us we have ten million dollars which should cover everything from the land, to the construction, to the operations for the initial Las Cruces to Santa Fe route that Pablo talked about. It should also be enough to cover extending the line to Raton, but that will depend on Lucien. Extending the line east and west from Las Cruces will have to be evaluated after the Raton decision is made.”
Steve looked at each of us, one after the other, with cold unblinking eyes for a moment. “The four of you have ten million dollars?” he asked.
In a serious and quiet voice, I replied. “No, Steve. Between us we have more than that. Not a whole lot more, but we won’t be destitute if we lose the ten million we are investing in the railroad.”
Steve gave an explosive sigh before asking, “Why in the world would you want to invest that much money in such a risky venture?” He gave a brief pause shaking his head and continued, “There must be other things you could do with that money.”
Tom got up from his chair and walked towards the railing, saying, “Steve, come over to the railing for a minute, and I can help you answer that question.”
When Steve had joined Tom at the railing Tom swept his hand out over the Estancia. “Steve, when you look out over the Estancia you probably only see the river, the desert, and the mountains. The four of us, and the rest of the people who live and work on the Estancia, see something quite different.
“We see more than 10,000 head of cattle that need a market. We see over 10,000 acres of the world’s most productive farmland we will plant and harvest every year. We can sell some of the cattle and produce here in Mesilla, and Las Cruces, as well as to Fort Fillmore, and Fort Thorn. We can, perhaps, sell some to the people of El Paso, and Fort Bliss. What we can sell in the surrounding area will be a small fraction of what we produce.
“A railroad would expand our market significantly! Imagine being able to harvest fresh produce here one day, and having it available for sale in Santa Fe the next day! Imagine loading two or three thousand head of cattle here one day, and unloading them four hundred miles to the north in Raton, before driving them up to Pueblo or Denver to feed the miners there.
“We can’t afford to wait another twenty or thirty years if we want to survive. That’s what the railroad means to us, and that’s why we’ll build it. Imagine the people around Socorro, Albuquerque, and Santa Fe having the opportunity to buy fresh produce and meat almost all year round, or moving the products they’ve grown or made to other markets.
“Once the main line is in operation we can extend that reach even further inside the Territory, so that everyone benefits. Will we carry a lot of passengers? Probably not. Will we carry a lot of freight in both directions? We certainly hope so, but even if we don’t, the benefits of a railroad to the Estancia are critical to our future plans, and even if we are the only ones who ship our freight on the railroad it will be worth it to us.”
When Tom finished talking, he turned and came back to the table. Steve stood there, by himself, looking out over the Estancia for another few minutes, before he too rejoined us at the table.
Yolanda poured him a fresh cup of coffee telling him, “It’s a lot to take in, I know, but just like the Estancia, this too will happen.”
Steve looked at Yolanda for a moment and then turned to Anna. “To answer your original question, I average about six hundred dollars a year, most years. Some years I make much more and some years much less but that’s the average over the last five years. At the moment, I have no work pending and no active accounts besides the Estancia Trust which is why I agreed to make the trip to Austin when the Judge asked me. I know you’ll be good for the expenses and my fee, which isn’t cheap.”
Anna gave him a small smile and said, “So a salary of one hundred dollars a month, and a share of any annual profits the railroad makes, would be acceptable?”
Anna’s question startled Steve and he took a moment to recover before nodding his head saying, “Yes, what you offer would be most acceptable.”
“Good! Over the next two weeks we’ll fill you in on all the plans, and the things you’ll be doing to help make those plans a reality in the next few years. I’d like to spend the rest of the day going through the two sets of Valley Trust documents we asked you for, and getting those finalized,” I said.
Steve got up and went to his room to get the documents I asked for. While we were waiting for him, I said, “I’ll leave for El Paso Monday morning after the meeting.”
With concern in his voice Tom said, “With the comancheros still out there I hope you’re not thinking of going alone.”
Anna was vigorously nodding her head in agreement with Tom.
“No, I’ll take a wagon and twelve men. A driver, rider, and ten vaqueros. It’s time to quit hiding who and what we are! I want to arrive in El Paso before mid-day, make the deposit, get the bank drafts, and start home before nightfall.”
Anna smiled at me saying, “It’s about time, my love, but please be careful.”
Steve rejoined us just as she finished and we turned to reviewing the documents. We took a break for lunch, after we’d finished reviewing the Mesilla Valley Community Association Trust and continued with reviewing the Mesilla Valley Education Association Trust afterwards.
With his usual thoroughness and foresight, Steve had done exactly as we’d asked, and had then improved the language to make them unassailable, should they ever be questioned in court. The Judge had approved and registered them, so we were ready to start on both fronts.
Tom and I continued our morning rides with Steve through the weekend, and began filling him in on our goal of Statehood, the impediments we saw that would delay us from reaching that goal, and the various plans we had designed to overcome a large number of those. We also talked about our ice-making plans, and the building cooling plans.
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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...
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...
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...
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....
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...
“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...
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...
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...
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...
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...
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...
“¡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...
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...
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...
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...
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...