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“What can I do to help?” I asked Anna after breakfast the next morning. The ladies were clearing the family table, to start getting the room ready for the meeting set to start in a couple of hours. Tom, Steve, and I were finishing the last of our coffee, and from the way the ladies were moving through the room, it was very apparent that we were in the way.

Anna beamed me one of her smiles and gave me a small kiss. “Take these other two, and go keep grandfather company. You three will only get in the way. We’ll have everything ready a half hour before the meeting starts, so be back then.”

I grinned, gave her a big hug and kiss, and waving the other two to come with me, I walked out of the dining room and out to the stables. We found Mr. Mendoza out at one of the corrals looking at six coal black horses with John Benning, from the Bar J ranch. I introduced Steve and John to each other, and the five of us turned to watch the horses.

“They’re fine looking animals, John, and they move real nice. What breed are they?” Tom asked.

“They’re Tennessee Pacers. They have a nice easy gait and are almost as sure footed as mules. They were bred as all-purpose farm animals, but most of the time they’re used for riding or for coach work. These are the best I’ve bred. They’re young and need some work, but they’ll do well at either task.” John answered.

Mr. Mendoza looked over at me with a small grin. “John came by yesterday, asking if I knew anyone looking for prime horses, and I asked him to bring them by this morning for a look.”

“Those damn comancheros really fouled things up for us last year.” John said unexpectedly. “We were just starting to break even when they hit us. Between all the damage they did to the ranch buildings, the horses they stole that we never recovered, and the money we had saved up that they stole, we are falling a little behind. As much as I hate to sell these, they’ll bring enough to set things right and get us back on track.”

“They’re good horses, Paul. Well configured and sound. If you’re going to buy a coach you’re going to need something to pull it with. These would make a fine team for you,” Mr. Mendoza said.

I glanced over at Tom with a questioning look, and without hesitation he gave me a small nod of approval. I turned back to watch the horses and tried to visualize them in harness pulling a custom-made coach. I liked what I saw in my mind’s eye, and turned to John.

“If you can get Mr. Mendoza and Tom to agree on a price with you I’ll take all six of them,” I said.

I backed out of the way of the three of them and knowing it would take a while for all three to agree on a price I walked around the corral looking at the horses from all angles. The more I saw of the horses, the more I liked them.

The three were still talking fifteen minutes later. From what I overhead it was pretty clear to me that the price would eventually be somewhere in the vicinity of $350 each. While they continued their negotiating, I went to the house and pulled $2400 from the bag of money Anna had brought for Tom to use to buy the land, but hadn’t needed.

When I got back out to the corral they were closing on a number they could all agree on. Still, none of them were going to be rushed, and it took another ten minutes for them to come to agreement on a price of three hundred and sixty dollars each.

I counted out the money with John watching, and gave it to him.

“John, I’m going to need another matched set of six horses for a second coach. Do you have any other horses that would meet that need?”

John rubbed his chin in thought for a few moments. “Well, Paul, I do have another set of Tennessee Pacer’s like these, but they’re brown with black markings. They’re still a little young, so you wouldn’t be able to use them, or even start training them for another six months.”

“That’s perfect, John. Bring them in to Mr. Mendoza at the beginning of October and let Mr. Mendoza look them over. If he approves of them, then I’ll pay whatever price you and he agree on,” I said with a smile.

John rode away a happy man, and I thanked both Tom and Mr. Mendoza for negotiating with John.

“Everyone knows how bad you are at negotiating, Paul,” Mr. Mendoza said with a laugh. “It rivals your coffee making skills. It was the least I could do to save Anna the aggravation of you paying too much.”

What could I say? It was all true, so I just nodded my head.

“Let’s talk about how much you are going to charge us for training these beauties. I want to surprise Anna and Yolanda with these guys when we go to Santa Fe, later this year, so I don’t want them at the Estancia until I bring the coach back from El Paso.”

Mr. Mendoza shrugged his shoulders and said, “I’ll just add it to your bill.”

I gave my head a shake. “No, Sir. You’ve put too much on my bill already. If you’re going to do the work, then I need to pay you for it. That’s only fair.”

He thought for a moment and gave me a number for stabling and training the horses for six months. I thought it was a little on the low side, but knew better than to argue with him so I simply said, “Done.”

I paid him in full, from the money left over from buying the horses. We watched the horses for another few minutes before we walked behind the stables, and sat down at the mending table. We talked about the horses, the training Mr. Mendoza would put them through, and the harness gear they were going to need. Mr. Mendoza said the Delgados made the finest looking harnesses of any he had seen, and he would talk to them about making a couple of sets for us.

The four of us walked through the back door at the appointed time, and stood staring in surprise. The dining room was gone. In its place was a formal meeting room, with paper and pencils at each of the thirteen seats around the table. Coffee and cool tea were on the sideboards, along with some fresh baked cookies.

Anna walked up beside me putting her arm around my waist. “What do you think my love?” she asked with a grin and a twinkle in her eye.

“It looks amazing, Anna. There will be no doubt in their minds when they sit down that this is a serious meeting,” I told her with a small squeeze of her waist.

Yolanda joined us a minute later and the five of us poured our coffee, and sat down on the far side of the table. We’d been talking for a few minutes when Mrs. Delgado arrived. She stood in the doorway scanning the room for a moment before walking in.

Anna welcomed her, pointed to the sideboards, and invited her to help herself. Within three minutes the rest of the invitees had arrived and were helping themselves to coffee or tea and cookies. When everyone was seated, and we’d spent a few minutes exchanging pleasantries, Anna stood up to get everyone’s attention.

Once she had everyone’s attention she addressed the room. “Thank you all for coming to this meeting, and thank you grandmother for allowing us to use this room. I know all of you are curious about why you’re here. Let me assure you that the purpose of the meeting will become clear soon enough.

“I’d like to introduce our lawyer and close friend from Santa Fe, Tom Stevenson, who for obvious reasons we all call Steve. We’ve asked Steve here to talk to us about statehood. He’ll tell us how it happens, the obstacles we’ll have to overcome to become a state, and the changes we’ll go through after we become a state.”

Over the next hour Steve did a masterful job of explaining the process of becoming a state, how being a state differed from being a territory, and what it would mean to the citizens of New Mexico Territory to become citizens of the state of New Mexico.

He told them all the arguments that were currently being used to keep New Mexico a territory, and how they could be overcome. Finally, he told them that some very powerful Anglos were working hard to delay statehood as long as they could.

Mrs. Delgado asked why they would do such a thing. Steve replied with one word, and then explained.

“Power. As long as New Mexico is a territory, the Federal government makes the decisions. As soon as we became a state, the citizens will make the decisions locally for the state, through the state legislature, and nationally by their representatives in Congress.”

The discussion with questions and answers went on a little longer. When there was a lull, Yolanda stood up.

“Steve, thank you for explaining all of that and for answering all the questions. If any of you have more questions for Steve, he’ll be here a few more days before he leaves for Austin.”

Yolanda paused to see if there were any questions. When there were none, she continued.

“We all know that the territory doesn’t have the gold, silver or other minerals that territories like Colorado and Nevada have. If we do, then they haven’t been discovered yet. We also don’t have any other major resources such as the forests of Washington Territory. What we have is land, lots of land. Unfortunately, much of it is currently valueless. That may change over the years, but for now that’s the way it stands.

“All of this means there is no compelling reason for Congress to vote for us becoming a state, or for the President to approve it. No, we won’t become a state for our resources. Instead, we have to overcome the objections currently being used against us.”

Again, she paused to allow anyone to comment and again, there were none.

“Pablo, Anna, Steve, Tom, and I along with a small group of influential like-minded men in Santa Fe, all want statehood, and we want it sooner, rather than later. All of the objections to statehood can be overcome. It will take some time, and it will take hard work, but they can be overcome.

“The objections over the size of the territory can be overcome, by advocating that it be split into two equal territories with the Eastern territory retaining the New Mexico Territory name and the new territory to the West being called something else. We know there is already some thought in Washington of doing this, and calling the new territory Arizona. We can get our territorial delegate in Washington to support this and not just because it will reduce the size of New Mexico Territory to something manageable. We need to encourage it, because it also helps us overcome two other objections at the same time.

“First, most of the Indian problems are happening in the Western half of the territory, what will become Arizona Territory. We do have some problems here of course, but if the Arizona Territory becomes a reality we can show that most of our problems are coming from it as well as Texas.

“The second objection is the lack of people. The majority of the people in the territory as it is now, live in the Eastern half not the Western half. Most of the population lives along or near the Rio Grande between Santa Fe and Mesilla. That includes Las Cruces, Socorro, and Albuquerque. There are, of course, people in Tucson and Colorado City, but as yet not in large numbers.

“The two objections we don’t have to do anything about at all are the large numbers of Hispanos compared to Anglos, and the predominance of Catholicism. As Steve said, we simply point out that the same situations exists in Texas and California and neither have been a problem.

“That leaves us with two very real objections, illiteracy and civic status, that we can work to overcome locally. Both of these are in some sense perception issues, that we can address by encouraging visits by influential Easterners, after a little work. We all know that well over half of the Hispanos in this area can read and write Spanish, so they aren’t really illiterate. Unfortunately, English is the language of the United States and that is the standard for judging literacy.

“Likewise, our villages and towns are large dust bowls. We all do the best we can, but there are few outward displays of civic pride in any of the towns in the territory. There are no public libraries, no parks, and the streets are all dirt.

“We believe we can change these things but the five of us and the group in Santa Fe that Steve represents can’t do it alone. That is the reason we asked you to attend this meeting. We want you to join with us in this effort. We want you to lead the efforts in Las Cruces, and Mesilla.”

The room erupted in voices as all the invitees started throwing questions at Yolanda at the same time. All but Mr. Mendoza, who sat quietly drinking his coffee with a small smile on his face. Yolanda looked around the room calmly, almost regally, and held up her hands.

When they had quieted she said, “The five of us will lead you through what we have planned so far, and answer all of your questions in the process. This will take a few hours and we have made arrangements for lunch to be served here so that we don’t have to stop before we are done.”

Finished, Yolanda sat down, and Anna stood back up.

“Before we go any further in our discussions and reveal the planning that has gone into this, I need your word that you will never reveal the source of the money that will allow us to make these plans a reality.”

She looked at each one of the invitees and waited for them to give their promise. When she had obtained the solemn promise from all the invitees she waved her arm at Tom, Yolanda, me and herself.

“The four of us are the source of the funds for what we are proposing to do. There are, of course, some strings attached to the funds, and the funds will eventually be reduced but we will fund the initial activity. To do that we have created two Trusts.

“The Mesilla Valley Community Association Trust will initially be responsible for paving the roads, as well as building a library, and a park.

“The Mesilla Valley Education Association Trust will be responsible for building, maintaining, and staffing an elementary school and a high school.

“We expect all of these things to be a reality by the end of next year. To ensure that they become a reality each Trust has two Operating Committees, one for Las Cruces and one for Mesilla.

“Most of you are here today because we have selected you to be members of the Operating Committees.

“Specifically, grandmother, Mrs. Amador, and Tia Maria have been selected as the first three members of the Mesilla Valley Education Association Trust Operations Committee.

“Likewise, grandfather, Tia Dolores, and Esteban have been selected as the first three members of the Mesilla Valley Community Association Trust Operations Committee.

“You are each free to turn down the positions we’re offering, and if you do all we ask is that you keep quiet about what you’ve learned so far.

“We’ll take a few minutes now and let you think about everything you’ve heard, while we all refresh our drinks. When we start back up you’ll each need to tell us whether you agree to serve on the committees or not. If not, you are free to leave.

“Jorge and Juan, although neither of you is on a committee you both are integral to what we are going to be doing and we ask you to remain for the rest of the meeting.”

We were all seated at the table again, fifteen minutes later. I gave Anna’s hand a small squeeze of reassurance as this was the part we had the most doubts about.

She stood up and asked each of the six invitees if they agreed to serve on the committees. When all six had agreed to serve, she beamed everyone in the room a smile and gave a brief nod to Yolanda who opened a cupboard under one of the sideboards removing a stack of papers.

Yolanda began handing out the papers to each invitee as Anna spoke.

“First we’ll cover the Mesilla Valley Community Association Trust. Yolanda is handing out a copy of the trust documents in both Spanish and English along with our suggestions, recommendations, and the estimates we came up with, for constructing and maintaining the roads, buildings, and parks.”

Anna took everyone through the trust document, taking great pains to emphasize that the committees were responsible for the detailed planning and scheduling of the actual work. This included selecting a design for the buildings.

She also took great pains to make it very clear that the committees were free to choose any architect and design they wanted, and the construction could be done by anyone they wanted, but the trust would only pay for a design if it came from Jorge, and would only pay for roads and buildings built by Juan. Additionally, all the buildings the trust paid for, must clearly reflect the Spanish heritage of New Mexico while the primary building material must be either adobe or stone. Detailed planning must begin no later than the first of May and construction must begin no later than the first of October.

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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...

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Railroad Robledo Mountain 4Chapter 8

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...

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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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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...

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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...

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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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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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Railroad Robledo Mountain 4Chapter 12

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...

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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...

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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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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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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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Railroad Robledo Mountain 4Chapter 14

“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...

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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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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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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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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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“¡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...

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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...

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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...

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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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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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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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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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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...

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