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In My Life

By: Harddaysknight



I cut my eye teeth on Western novels. I still enjoy them and just had to try my hand at writing one. If you aren't fan of that genre, and many are not, this will not be your cup of tea. You just might like it, however. The novel is complete and will be submitted a chapter a day, more or less. There is no sex, but lots of romance and fights! Thanks to those of you that take the time!

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Realizing that she had been staring, Carmella Casey averted her gaze. He had been on the stage only a short time before she had recognized the young man sitting across from her. He had boarded at the last station, tipped his hat, and seated himself. He seemed intent on the scenery, and paid little attention to her. She chanced another glance and felt relief that he had apparently not noticed her rather rude behavior.

How long had he been gone? It must be seven or eight years. Carmella had to admit that he had certainly matured and was now the sort of man that would not, could not, go unnoticed. What would Carmella's daughter, Maria, say when she realized Emerson Trask had returned? What about his family? Could they know? 

Considering this, Carmella felt it was unlikely. Of one thing she was certain. Emerson's return would create a stir in Morgantown.

He was almost six feet tall with broad shoulders. His shirt pulled tight across his chest. He wore his dark hair short and his eyes were a gray-blue. He was without swagger, but his demeanor was one of complete confidence.

Carmella had lived in New Mexico her entire life and could not recall another man that had made such an immediate impression on her. There was something about Emerson Trask that set him apart.

Emerson had recognized Carmella Casey the instant he entered the coach, but he had been unable to greet her with more than a nod. As he sat in the stage coach, acting interested in the empty landscape, Emerson realized he should have expected to come across people he knew as he traveled to Morgantown. From the way she had been looking him over, he was positive she had identified him.

Did she share her daughter's hatred of him? Had all his childish attempts to upset Maria caused the mother to dislike him as well? As he remembered back to the fool he had been eight years ago, Emerson knew Mrs. Casey, and everyone else in Morgantown, would hold him in contempt. He had seen to that!

For the next several hours, both passengers rode in silence, each with their own thoughts. Emerson gave the impression he had fallen asleep, thus avoiding any need for conversation. For her part, Carmella was recalling the Emerson Trask that had grown up on her home range. Walt Trask, Emerson's father, had been a rugged man, but not overly ambitious. Those who had worked hard to make something for themselves and their families, were considered by Walt to be lucky, while he was not. It had come as little surprise to the citizens of Morgantown when word reached them that Walt had died in a Mexican Cantina, fighting over a losing hand of poker.

Left behind were a young widow and a twelve-year old son, and very little else. Carmella knew that Emerson had learned from his father to resent the success and even the happiness of others. He also came to share his father's dislike of all non-Anglos. That took in a large part of the population of New Mexico. Carmella, was a granddaughter of a Spanish Don, who had owned a large land grant a few hundred miles South of Morgantown.

Walt Trask's prejudices were not uncommon in New Mexico. Many Anglos resented the heavy influence those of Spanish descent carried in the territory. Many others, however, lived and worked with people of many varied backgrounds without discrimination.

Emerson had been a bitter, unhappy child. His only pleasure seemed to come in tormenting the other youth of the area. Carmella's own daughter, Maria, often was the focus of Emerson's anger. Maria always fought back, but more than once Carmella had discovered her crying in her room after an encounter with Emerson.

Carmella thought back to the day Emerson had left the basin. Maria had been miserable. It took a couple of weeks before she returned to normal, but Carmella suspected Maria still thought about Emerson. When his name came up in a conversation, Maria seemed to perk up. She would do her best to appear unconcerned, but Carmella had picked up on the trend. If there was news of Emerson, Maria would have as many questions as it took to learn everything the speaker knew.

Faking sleep, Emerson was also thinking back to his life on this range. He had given his mother nothing but trouble. Then it had gotten much worse when Miguel Hernandez started courting his mother the summer Emerson turned sixteen. Pat Casey had offered Emerson a riding job. Looking back, Emerson realized Pat had done so in an effort to help both his mother, and him. He had been filled with pride and swagger riding for the KC. 

He also came to know and respect Carmella Casey. Her kindness to him, and her almost regal manner had begun to make him question some of his beliefs. She was still a very attractive woman. Her Spanish blood was apparent. She was dark and, Emerson always felt, mysterious looking. He remembered the kindness and tolerance she had demonstrated toward him and others. Whenever Emerson heard the word "lady" used, he automatically thought of Carmella Casey.         

Then there was Maria. At the time, he would not admit to himself that he wanted to work for the Caseys because of Maria. Seeing her every day was almost more than he could stand. Two years younger than Emerson, she was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. She had her mother's dark hair, with a slightly fairer complexion. Emerson recalled how she had been a bit of a tomboy, but her beauty would never allow anyone to mistake her for a male.

An indication of his foolishness was his treatment of the girl he had come to worship. The only way he was comfortable with her was insulting and hurting her. Emerson had been unable to accept or understand his emotions. He even felt guilt for being so drawn to a girl of Spanish blood. Recalling his actions, Emerson had often wished for the chance to change the past.

How would Maria react when she saw him? It probably wouldn't be pleasant. He had been foolish and cruel to a girl that was as sweet as an angel. Was she married now? It certainly was possible, even likely. She would be twenty-two now, and beautiful. She was eight years ago.

Emerson thought back with some pride to the day he had come to Maria's aid. It was that same summer. He had stopped in town for some supplies. 

Entering the general store, Emerson had come upon Maria and Len Hogan. The clerk was no where to be seen. Maria had tears running down her cheeks as she faced Hogan from a corner. Hogan was speaking as Emerson walked through the doorway. Apparently, Hogan had not heard Emerson, as his attention remained solely on Maria. 

Emerson and Len Hogan had been frequent adversaries as teenagers. Len was two years older than Emerson and much stronger. He possessed an animal cruelty equal to his prodigious strength. He delighted in beating smaller and younger boys. Emerson had felt the pain behind Hogan's punches on several occasions. Still, he had been one youth in the entire area that would not allow Hogan to bully him. Hogan had learned to expect a fight when their paths crossed. As a result, Len Hogan often left Emerson alone. 

"You're a nervy little Mex," Emerson heard Hogan say. "Do you think you're too good for me because your daddy has a big ranch? I know how you Mexican girls are. I want-"

"A lesson in manners," Emerson finished Len's sentence. "You must be feeling pretty tough today, Len, to abuse a girl."

Maria gave Emerson a look he had never forgotten. He realized just how frightened Maria was and how very glad she was to see him.

Hogan turned to face Emerson, still keeping Maria cornered. "Why don't you mind your own business, Trask? You have no use for Mexicans either."

Emerson could see the fear in Maria's face. It was obvious that Len had done more than hurt her feelings. He had terrified Maria, and Emerson could only guess what Len intended,. if given the opportunity.

An uncontrollable anger swept over Emerson. Maria's terror caused him to forget the beatings he had received from Hogan in the past. Without another word, Emerson swung.

Emerson was a big, strong boy of sixteen and the punch had power behind it. Hogan staggered back as Emerson's fist connected with his chin.

Len Hogan had fifty pounds on Emerson and he used it. After shaking his head clear, he charged Emerson. The collision sent Emerson falling backward into the street. Hogan was sprawled in the dust near him. There the two stood up and went toe to toe.

Emerson was faster and hurt Len several times. That only seemed to increase Hogan's fury and strength. Eventually, Hogan's strength and weight proved too much for Emerson.

Hogan beat Emerson to the ground, but Emerson would struggle to his feet and go back after Hogan. Emerson remembered how Hogan seemed horrified as he would knock Emerson down, only to have him come back for more.

"Stay the Hell down," he screamed as he hit Emerson again and again. Finally, the time came when Emerson could not get up. Hogan stood over him, his breath coming in great gasps. He was bloodied and shaken. Seeing that Emerson would not rise again, Hogan had turned and lurched to his horse, slowly mounting and leaving town.

Emerson was conscious, but badly beaten. Maria came to his side with a wet cloth and began to wipe the blood from his face. Emerson remembered the shame he felt. He had taken a terrible beating in front of Maria. That knowledge hurt more than the many places Hogan's fists had landed.

He tried again to get up, but couldn't. He lay back down, his head somehow ended up in Maria's lap. It was then Carmella Casey came upon them. 

Carmella had been in the hotel. She heard the commotion outside and went out to see what had caused it. As she stepped into the sunlight, she saw Len Hogan riding by the hotel, his face covered in blood. Turning down the street, she saw Emerson struggle to sit up, only to fall back down. Her daughter caught Emerson's head in her lap and was wiping blood from his face.

Cameral hurried to help Maria and Emerson. Maria was crying as she worked on Emerson's swollen, bloody face. 

"Did he fight with Len Hogan again?" asked Carmella. "Why would he do that when he gets hurt so badly?"

Maria sobbed, "It was because Hogan-"

"Pushed me too far, Maria," Emerson croaked. "I thought I'd be able to take him this time. Thanks for helping me. I guess I took a real beating this time."

Maria sensed that Emerson didn't want Carmella to know why they fought. She was silent as her mother helped her get Emerson up and out of the street.

"Emerson, you have to stop fighting with that animal," Carmella had told him. "You are much too nice a boy to have this happen. Look how upset Maria is." 

Maria was crying again as she watched Emerson try to walk. She had seen him take a terrible beating to protect her, and she felt responsible. The two women helped Emerson on his horse and rode back to the ranch with him. 

Emerson remembered how long that ride seemed. Two women had to help him on his horse and take him to the ranch. Once there, he practically fell off his horse and staggered into the bunk house. Although it was early afternoon, Emerson crawled into his bunk and slept. It was the next morning before he woke.

His face was purple and swollen. He could not touch it without pain. When he sat up his head started spinning and he became nauseous. Pat Casey came in to see him as he lay on the bunk.

"You'll have to lay in bed another day or two. That must have been some fight! What set it off this time, Emerson?"

"Boss, he was saying things I couldn't take, and he thought I would be afraid to stand up to him. Maybe, I should be. He sure gave me a beating."

"Emerson, I have a hunch Hogan isn't feeling too good this morning, either. I hope this ends it between you two. Your handsome mug can't take much more of this."

Emerson fell back asleep. The next time he opened his eyes, Maria was placing damp cloths on his face. 

"Maria, I rather you didn't see me like this. I'll be as good as ever in a couple of days," Emerson told the girl as he squinted through one eye.

"I brought some soup for you. I didn't think you would be able to chew very well. I also wanted to thank you for keeping that brute Hogan away from me. I will never let myself be alone with him again. He was like an animal! I don't know what would have happened if you hadn't come in. Then I was so afraid you would leave when he told you to."

"I wasn't much help," Emerson replied. "He beat the stuffing out of me." Then Emerson added, "I think it would be better if you don't tell your Dad about Hogan. He might shoot him or something and get in big trouble."

"Emerson, you were great. You gave him something to remember you by. I don't think he will be eager to try you again," Maria answered.

Looking back, Emerson knew that was the friendliest he and Maria had ever gotten. It was only a couple of weeks later, Emerson earned Maria's hatred.

How clearly he remembered that fateful day in September. It was a Saturday and most ranchers were in Morgantown enjoying dinner at the hotel, as was the custom. It was the only social activity most of them had. Riding into town, Emerson saw Maria. She obviously had something she could not wait to tell him.

"Have you heard the news? Your mother and Miguel are going to get married!" she gleefully told Emerson as he dismounted. This was something that Emerson had seen coming, but had never accepted. He felt the need to hurt Maria, simply because she had been the one to voice it, and because she enjoyed telling him something she should know would devastate him.

Emerson remembered how Maria's laughter disappeared when he turned on her and snarled, "You people think you can become Americans by marrying one, but nothing you can ever do will make you one of us!" 

These memories were really painful for Emerson. What was he thinking when he decided to return to Morgantown? Although he had tried, he could not forget how he had charged into the hotel dining room and attacked Miguel as he sat with Emerson's mother, eating dinner. Miguel never attempted to defend himself and Emerson had sent him crashing over backwards in his chair. Sam Cook, the town Marshall, and an occupant of a nearby table, had grabbed Emerson and dragged him from the room. Emerson spent that night in jail and the next morning was placed on a stage headed East.

Feeling the stage halt, Emerson opened his eyes, and met those of Carmella Casey looking at him. He knew that he would have to face the people of Morgantown at some point. Emerson decided Carmella Casey would be a good place to start.

"Mrs. Casey, I fear I have been rude. It has been my pleasure to share this coach with you, although I have been poor company. Can I help you down?" With that Emerson opened the door, stepped out and offered his hand to the smiling Mrs. Casey.

"Thank-you, Emerson, and since we still have a ways to travel, you shall have the opportunity to make it up to me." With that she walked to the way station in the warm spring sun. Emerson crossed to the horses and helped the driver switch to a fresh team. Emerson could read approval in the old man's eyes as they quickly completed their task.

Thirsty, he then walked to the station for a drink. As he entered, Emerson saw three men standing at a plank bar with an empty bottle close at hand. They were directing their attention to Mrs. Casey, who was seated at the only table. 

The tension on Carmella Casey's face told Emerson these men were not friends. They were obviously under the influence of the whiskey they had been drinking. They gave Emerson a quick glance and again turned their attention to Carmella.

"Why don't you come over and have a drink with us?" A big, dirty red-headed man, and the apparent leader of this ragtag group, was lurching toward Carmella as he spoke. 

"Can't stand an uppity Mex. Maybe you'll enjoy the company of some real men, once you get off your high horse!" With that he crossed in front of Emerson to reach Mrs. Casey.

Emerson had seen men like this often. He realized that a man that would accost a lady could not be dealt with in a civil manner. Through out Red's tirade, Carmella had remained seated . The only indication that she had heard Red was a coloring of her neck and cheeks.

Emerson placed his hand on the man's chest. "Mister, why don't you go back and sit down? We'll be leaving shortly, and you can run your mouth all you want then."

Red looked at Emerson, understanding slowly sinking in. "Run my mouth? Run my mouth? I'll show you who's running their mouth!" Red then sent a big right fist at Emerson's chin.

Blocking it with his left arm, Emerson brought his own right around. It started by his shoulder and traveled about a foot, but everyone heard it connect with Red's face. Red dropped to the floor and did not stir again.

Emerson turned to face the other two. They were looking in disbelief at Red's unmoving form. A graying man in his fifties, the next closest man licked his lips and stared at Emerson. He would present no problem. Emerson quickly dismissed him and faced Red's other companion. A slight smile spread across the face of the third drinker as his hand started for the Colt tied at his right side.

Unarmed, Emerson saw the man's intentions and remained still. The smile suddenly evaporated from the gunman's face. Emerson heard the old driver in the doorway as the gunman's gaze was directed that way.

"I don't mean to interrupt anything, but the stage has a schedule and it's pulling out right away." He cradled a scatter gun in his arms as he spoke. Emerson realized this old timer had probably saved his life.

The would-be gunman found his voice. "Fella, you just made a big mistake. Red Gately sure isn't the forgiving type, and you won't be able to sucker punch him next time. When he's finished, I'll have to shoot you just to end your misery. Nobody bucks the lazy T."

"Red needs manners. You boys are lacking in that area as well. I'll be around Morgantown for awhile and be giving lessons out to gents like you. There won't be any fee, except for how Red may be feeling when he wakes up from his nap." 

With that Emerson offered Carmella his arm. She gracefully stood, stepped over the prone shape on the floor, and walked to the stage tightly gripping Emerson's arm. The old driver followed and as he climbed up to his seat Emerson gave the man a nod. They both understood how close things had been.       

"Young fella, you'd better be able to back your talk with more than fists. That was Stan Mosher and he's kilt more than one man with that .44"

Emerson climbed into the stage, as the driver snapped his whip. The team headed on the last leg of his journey home. Mrs. Casey was gazing intently at him as he took his seat.

"I must thank you for your assistance, but I fear you may be in some danger now. Red Gately is considered a tough man, but the real danger will come from that little weasel, Stan Mosher. He is a gunman in the employ of Mr. Tom Taylor, who controls a good portion of this range."

"You probably remember Len Hogan. He also works for Taylor, and he is bigger and more of an animal than he was when you were last here. I never thanked you for helping Maria out that time he bothered her in town. That was a brave thing to do."

"I didn't think anyone knew what started that. Did Maria tell you?" Emerson asked.

"It wasn't too difficult to figure out, Emerson. I heard enough of conversations between the two of you to guess the rest. It was probably a good thing not to mention it to Pat. He would have done something and possibly gotten in trouble, or hurt, for it. That Hogan is becoming more brazen all the time. I think he makes many women nervous. He isn't exactly right, and he is big enough to be very dangerous. He has beaten several men badly over the past few years,." Carmella added.


In My Life Ch. 02



Maria had no doubt what would happen next. She saw the rage in Emerson's eyes and knew he would fight Hogan. What she didn't know was how the fight would go.

Emerson had learned long ago to keep his temper in check. He had lost it on occasion and the results worried him. He had made it a practice to remain in control of his emotions.

This time, it was impossible for Emerson to control his feelings as he saw what Hogan had just done. Stepping between Hogan and Maria, Emerson looked Hogan in the eye. Even in his anger, he was surprised that Hogan seemed shorter and smaller than he remembered. 

"Hogan, I'm going to give you the beating of your life," Emerson told him. "Women and boys seem to be your specialty. Try your luck with a grown man!"

"I heard you were back, Trask. You don't seem to be any smarter than you were eight years ago. I beat you then and I'll do it again."

With that Hogan threw his best punch, an overhand right. He planned on ending this fight before it got started.

Emerson easily stepped inside the swing and blocked it with his left arm. Emerson's right traveled to the point of Hogan's chin. Hogan's head snapped back. He never saw where the punch had come from, but it had hurt. Hogan took a step back, shook his head clear, and studied his adversary. Hogan had been in many fights, but seldom had be been pushed. Usually, he battered away at a man until he wore him down and eventually beat him.

The two circled in the street. Suddenly, Hogan put his head down and charged Emerson, confident his superior weight would take Emerson to the ground. Emerson quickly sidestepped his rush and brought both hands down on the back of Hogan's neck as he went by.

Hogan's chin plowed a groove in the street. He got up and slowly. Changing tactics, he worked his way in close. As he did so, Emerson raked Hogan's face and torso with short, wicked punches. Hogan's big roundhouses seldom connected. When they did Emerson would simply shake them off and continue hammering at Hogan's body.

Hogan managed to trip Emerson to the ground. Emerson rolled as Hogan sent a boot aimed for his head. It missed but glanced off Emerson's shoulder. Hogan's spur sliced Emerson's shirt and started blood flowing. Emerson quickly got to his feet and walked in on Hogan, battering the man relentlessly.

Hogan became desperate. Never had he had a fight go this long. He had never been hurt like this. Fear gave him renewed strength and he moved close and grabbed Emerson in a bear hug. He raised Emerson off the ground as he squeezed with all his strength.

Emerson was amazed at the man's power and knew he had to break the hold. He slammed both hands over Hogan's ears. He felt Hogan relax his grip slightly, so Emerson hammered his ears again. This time Hogan dropped Emerson and brought his hands to the sides of his head. Emerson felt Hogan's nose break from a left. His right hand started Hogan's left eyebrow bleeding. Hogan was weaving and having trouble protecting himself. When he covered his face, Emerson worked on his body. Gradually, Hogan's hands dropped lower and lower, and Emerson pounded away relentlessly. 

Hogan went down and Emerson pulled him back up, smashing away at Hogan's face. Emerson was holding the unconscious Hogan up, striking him repeatedly, when he felt a tugging on his shoulder.

"Emerson, that's enough! You don't want to kill him." 

Emerson turned to find Maria talking to him, holding her hands over her torn shirt. Maria instinctively knew that she would be able to calm Emerson. She watched him emerge from his rage and drop Hogan to the street. He gently took her arm and led her toward her two friends.

Cathy was on her knees by Bob, who had managed to sit up. A young blonde man in the crowd took his shirt off and offered it to Maria. She took it and put it on over the torn one she was wearing.

Maria had watched the fight in horror. At first, she feared Emerson would suffer another beating at the hands of Hogan. Soon she realized Hogan had no chance with Emerson, who was in a fury. By the finish, Maria felt pity for the brute, Hogan, and pleaded with Emerson to stop. The man didn't deserve to be beaten to death! Emerson had bruises on his face and his shoulder was bleeding from the spur, but he looked much better than the last time he had tangled with Hogan.

As Emerson and Maria walked over to help Bob and Cathy, a slim gunman stepped in front of Emerson.

"You'd better start carrying a gun, mister. I'm going to be looking for you," he threatened.

"You tinhorn, I'm here right now," Emerson laughed back. "Make your play!"

Maria was terrified. Emerson was unarmed and Lang was not a man to take an insult. Before she could warn Emerson, her fears became reality. Lang went for his gun!

As he spoke, Emerson had stepped close to the gunman. Nervously, the man had gone for his gun, only to have Emerson grab his wrist in a vise-like grip. Emerson then slapped the man repeatedly across the face until he went down. Emerson stood over him holding his gun.

"Tell Hogan I'll tear his heart out if he ever bothers these girls again. In fact, I'll tear it out if I ever even see him again. Actions like that will not be tolerated in Morgantown. If he wants to live, he'd better find someplace far from here. As for you, tinhorn, I'll be available anytime you feel lucky, but my advice to you is to get out of town while you're still alive."

Emerson turned to Red, who was standing off to the side, watching. "Red, do you want to buy into this? Fists or guns?"

Red looked away. "I guess not."

Emerson turned his back on Red and tossed Lang's colt into a nearby horse trough. Bending over, he practically lifted Bob to his feet.

"If you can ride, I suggest we get you home," Emerson told the younger man.

"I can make it. That's our wagon. I'll ride in back," Bob replied with effort.

Emerson and the girls helped Bob into the back and used blankets to make him as comfortable as possible. Emerson offered to drive the wagon, but Cathy refused.

"Thanks, but I've been handling these things since I was big enough to walk. I can drive it."

It was at this time, the man that had given Maria his shirt stepped up to the wagon and spoke to Cathy. 

"Can I help? I'll drive you home."

"Tom, where were you when Bob needed help earlier?" Cathy asked. "I know you watched that whole thing and never lifted a hand to help us. I hope you watched Emerson and learned something about what men do! I'll manage, thank-you."

As the group mounted and slowly rode out of town, Tom Gordon remained where Cathy had spurned his help. His thoughts bleak and his pride shattered, Tom considered the situation.

He had been afraid to do anything. He knew Cathy and Maria would consider him a coward, and they would be right. A man with intelligence, Tom realized he could not change the past, but the future could improve. He promised himself he would never suffer the shame of cowardice again. Bob had been beaten, but showed he wasn't afraid and would recover from his pain faster than he, Tom Gordon, would get over the embarrassment he had suffered.

The group stopped at the Jordan spread first. Carefully, Emerson helped Bob to his room. No one was in, so they didn't have to explain Bob's condition. When Maria and Emerson left, Cathy was cleaning up Bob's cuts.

"Don't worry about us. I can take care of Bob. You should get home before everyone worries about you," Cathy told them. "Emerson, thanks for everything!" She reached up and gave Emerson a kiss. "You were great!"

Maria and Emerson continued on to the Casey ranch. Both were subdued as they rode. The day's events had tired them out emotionally.

Maria was remembering Emerson's expression when Hogan had struck her. She knew that as long as he were near, Emerson would never allow anyone to mistreat her. That realization gave Maria a thrill.

As they rode, Maria turned to Emerson and asked, "Why did you come back to Morgantown, Emerson?"

Emerson was thoughtful as he answered. "Maria, this is my home. My family is here. I felt it was time to correct some mistakes I had made a long time ago."

"Emerson, I know I shouldn't have slapped you that day in town. It's just that I had promised myself I would do that if I ever saw you again. Somehow it didn't give me the satisfaction I expected."

"Maria, I sure had it coming," Emerson replied with a grin. "It really got my attention, and at least it meant that you remembered me."

"I'm sure you knew I would remember you. You were the one traveling all over the world, meeting all kinds of people. I'm a little surprised you remembered who I was," Maria answered.

"Maria, you can believe me when I say I would not forget you, no matter where I was or who I was with." Emerson's voice sounded so sincere Maria was touched.

"Well, Emerson, it is nice to think I'm not that easily forgotten." Then changing the subject, Maria asked, "Were you serious about Hogan not being able to stay on this range?"

Emerson became very intent as he answered, "Maria, a man that treats decent women like Hogan did you and Cathy, has no place in a civilized society. I've heard of men being hanged for that sort of behavior. I was very serious. If he doesn't leave under his own power, I'll help him. I would never forgive myself if he harmed someone now. It isn't a threat, it is an obligation I feel toward you, Cathy, and all the other decent women of the area. That behavior can't be ignored. It would not be safe."

Maria saw the logic in Emerson's words, but felt surprise at the depth of his emotion. She also realized that she already felt safer thinking about Hogan leaving the area. That Emerson would enforce his ultimatum, she had no doubt.

They rode in silence the rest of the way. It was early evening when the Casey spread came into sight. 

"Emerson, will you come in with me?" Maria asked. "My folks are going to have all kinds of questions and my father will want to kill Hogan. They seem to listen to you."

"Maria, I'd be glad to. I'll put your horse away and be right in," replied Emerson.

Carmella Casey was at the stove when Maria went into the house. As usual, Pat was in the next room reading an old magazine.

"Maria, did I see you ride in with Emerson? Did you invite him in?" Carmella was smiling. "I guess you were serious when you said you would keep an eye on him." At that point, Carmella looked at Maria.

"My God, Maria, what happened?" Carmella demanded. At the change in his wife's tone, Pat Casey rose and entered the kitchen.

Carmella was not done with her questions. "Why are you wearing that shirt and whose is it? What happened to your cheek?" Carmella had walked closer to Maria as she spoke. "Are you all right, dear?"

Maria began to sob. The events of the day had been overwhelming and now that she was home, Maria could no longer hold the tears back. Her mother took her onto her arms. "Take your time and tell us what happened," Carmella soothed Maria as she spoke.

Carmella had been looking at the strange shirt Maria wore. Gently, she unfastened two buttons and confirmed her suspicions. 

"Maria, did someone rip your shirt?" 

Maria's response was to sob even more. At that time, Emerson stepped in the doorway. Pat Casey started across the room toward Emerson.

"What do you mean, bringing our daughter home like this?" Pat demanded of Emerson. "There had better be a damn good explanation, and it had better be quick! Otherwise we'll step outside and settle this now!"

Maria left her mother and stepped in front of Emerson. "Dad, it wasn't Emerson! You should know that! He would never do this to me!"

"I don't know anything, but I want to. One of you tell me what happened, and now!"

Maria was regaining her composure. "On my way to town, I met Cathy and Bob Jordan. Cathy and I stopped to visit Cindy Shuman. She wasn't home so we went on to the store. We found Hogan beating Bob. When Cathy started hitting Hogan, he backhanded her and she fell in the street near Bob. Then Hogan came after me. He was like a crazy animal! I clawed him and he hit me and tore my shirt open."

Pat Casey reached up and took his gun belt off a peg and started putting it on. Carmella was beside him, imploring, "Don't do anything foolish. Taylor's men will shoot you if you go over there! At least hear Maria's story. Then, if you must, go over there in the morning, in the light. Emerson, will you go with Pat?"

"There is no need, Dad," Maria cried. "Emerson took care of Hogan!"

Carmella and Pat turned their attention to Emerson, who remained standing in the doorway. Carmella looked at Emerson. "You fought him again." It was a statement and not a question. Of course Emerson would fight Hogan after what he did to Maria.

"Mother, Emerson beat the daylights out of Hogan!" Maria told her parents. "He won't bother anyone for a long time. I stopped Emerson. I was afraid he would kill Hogan." 

"I should have realized sooner what was going on," apologized Emerson. "I never would have let Hogan touch Maria, or Cathy. He could be hanged for actions like that. This Taylor must feel he's the big frog in this pond."

"Thanks for stepping in, Emerson. I didn't mean to accuse you of anything. I was just upset about this whole thing," Pat Casey said. "So you took care of Hogan? I sure would have enjoyed seeing that! I'm surprised Lang wasn't there backing him, like he usually does. You'll have to watch out for him now."

Maria was now smiling as she recounted the day's events. "Dad, Lang did try to back Hogan's play. After I persuaded Emerson to leave Hogan alone, Lang tried to threaten Emerson right there in the street."

Pat Casey looked at his daughter. "Tried? You'd better finish this story."

"Emerson called Lang a tinhorn and Lang went for his gun. Emerson was unarmed. Emerson stepped close to Lang and grabbed his wrist before Lang could get his colt out. Then he backhanded Lang until he felt into the street, near Hogan. Emerson had Lang's gun in his hand. He asked Red Gately if he wanted to try it with fists or guns, but Red wanted no part of Emerson!"

Carmella was amazed at Maria. She seemed to have changed her opinion of Emerson quite abruptly. Now, he was her personal champion.

"Emerson took Lang's gun away from him? That hurt him more than shooting him. He'll be gunning for you now," Pat declared.

"I'll be ready if he does," Emerson answered, "but I hope it's all over. I don't look for this kind of excitement."

Carmella joined in, "You look a lot better than the last time you two fought, Emerson. Still, it looks like a nasty slice in your shoulder. It would be a good idea to let us clean it up. Sit down here and we'll take a look at it." With that Carmella pulled a kitchen chair around for Emerson.

"Thanks, but I'll be fine. It's only a scratch," protested Emerson.

Maria felt guilt when her mother mentioned the cut. "You should have mentioned that. I was so wrapped up in my own embarrassment, I never thought to see if you were okay. Now sit down and let us see that cut!"

Emerson looked at Pat Casey, who simply shook his head. "Emerson, I never have any luck when the two of them agree on something. You may as well take a seat and get it over with."

Emerson sat down and the two women went to work on his shoulder. Carmella took hot water from the stove and swabbed the injury. Part of Emerson's shirt was stuck to the wound.

"Pat, please get one of your shirts for Emerson," directed Carmella. "This one is in pretty sad shape. Emerson, take what is left of your shirt off. This cut looks worse than we suspected."

Emerson began to protest. "I really don't think that is necessary. This shirt isn't that bad."

Maria, who had been helping her mother, took the torn section of his shirt in her hand and gave a quick pull. The fabric parted across Emerson's shoulders.

Carmella and Pat looked at Maria in complete shock. "Isn't that easier than arguing with this stubborn clod? Now take off the rest of those rags while Dad gets a shirt for you."

Realizing he had little choice, Emerson removed what was left of his shirt while Pat went in search of another.

Carmella gave an audible gasp as Emerson dropped the rag that had been his shirt to the floor. She turned red as Maria and Emerson directed their attention her way.

"I'm sorry about that," she apologized. "I just wasn't prepared for this! Emerson, I have to say you seem to be a very healthy young man."

Maria laughed at her mother's discomfort. "Life at sea seems to add muscle and tan doesn't it, Mother? Your reaction is like Cathy's when we saw Emerson cleaning Three Rock Springs with his shirt off."

"You didn't tell me about that. If you had, I might not have been so surprised just now."

Emerson was embarrassed at being the focus of the two women's discussion. "If you would, please remember why I'm sitting here like this. Once my shoulder is cleaned up a little, I'll be on my way."

Maria laughed again. "Emerson, men talk about women this way all the time, and we're supposed to feel complimented. It can be a bit demeaning at times, can't it?"

Carmella was examining the cut in Emerson's shoulder as she finished cleaning it. "I think a few stitches are in order here, Emerson. This is a nasty slice. Maria has helped the doctor sew her father's arm. Do you think you could stitch Emerson's shoulder, Maria? I know I can't do that sort of thing."

"Mother, get everything ready. This looks pretty simple. I'll have it done in no time," Maria answered as she looked at the cut.

Emerson protested, "I really don't think stitches are necessary. Just give me a shirt and I'll be going." With that he began to stand.

Maria put her hand on his good shoulder and pushed him back to the seat. "Do I detect fear in your voice? Don't you trust me?"

"It isn't that. I just think we are making this worse than it is. I'll heal up fine."

"Good. As long as you trust me, we'll get it done right now. Mother hand me the needle and thread." Maria gave Emerson a strange smile as she spoke.

"Mrs. Casey, she seems to enjoy this! Can I appeal to you? I'll be fine."

"Emerson, this won't be bad. Sit still and Maria will be done in no time," Carmella was fascinated as she watched Maria take the needle and thread it. Then she held it in the flame of the stove for a few seconds. 

Maria was enjoying the moment. She felt in control. Emerson was at her mercy and it felt great. Emerson sat very still and quiet as Maria began to sew the flesh. As she worked, her breast brushed Emerson's arm.

Emerson found the pain of the stitches had far less affect on him than the closeness of Maria. As she worked on his cut, his face became flushed. He worked hard to remain still and calm.

It was not by accident Maria was brushing against Emerson. She watched his reaction closely and enjoyed his obvious excitement. Maybe he wasn't as tough as he seemed. Maria found it somewhat difficult to concentrate as well.

As she finished, Maria slowly lowered her hand to a small round, red scar on Emerson's chest. Touching it, Maria asked, "Emerson, is this from a bullet? Where did you get it, and when?"

"Yes, it is from a bullet, over a year ago, on Christmas Eve. That was in South America." Emerson tried to change the subject. "Thanks for the sewing job, Maria. I hardly felt it. You were really quite good."

Maria hardly heard Emerson's last statement. "You were shot in the chest? On Christmas Eve? In South America! It's a wonder you are alive. Was it over a card game, like your father, or some bar maid? I really do hate you!" Maria burst into tears and ran from the room.

Pat Casey had finally reappeared with a shirt in his hand, and witnessed Maria's outburst. He was totally bewildered, as was Emerson.

"I had a little trouble finding the right shirt. Here Emerson, take this." With that Pat handed it to the now standing Emerson. "What was that all about?"




In My Life Ch. 02



Carmella had watched the entire scene and knew the problem. She understood Maria's emotions. Emerson's story had upset Carmella as well. Still, it was regrettable that Maria had mentioned Emerson's father as she had.

"Emerson, I'm sure Maria didn't mean that comment she made. I think the idea of shootings, especially at Christmas, was upsetting. Don't hold it against her."

As Emerson put on the shirt Pat Casey had just given him, he spoke to Carmella. "I don't blame Maria. I have never given her any reason to think well of me. Her conclusions are not unreasonable, given what she knows about me, and my father. Thanks for everything. I'll be on my way now."

Pat Casey walked with Emerson to his horse. He spoke as Emerson mounted. "I guess this started the whole thing in motion. Now you see what we are up against. Taylor is desperate to control the entire basin. I'm even more determined to stop him, especially after this. Emerson, Carmella and I won't forget what you did for Maria today."

"I think getting a herd through to Santa Fe will go a long ways in ruining his plans, Pat. We have to work on getting that done. As for helping Maria, I'll do that any chance I get." Emerson mounted his horse as he spoke and turned down the trail toward home.

Carmella went to Maria's room and found her face buried in a pillow, with muffled sobs the only indication Maria was awake.

"Maria, you've had a very difficult day. I want you to have some dinner and get some sleep. You will feel better in the morning."

"Mother, I don't know what made me say those terrible things." Maria turned her face to look at her mother. Tears were flowing down her cheeks. "I just became so angry when I saw that scar."

"I think I know how you feel." Carmella sat down on the bed and wiped the tears from Maria's cheeks. "The idea that he could have killed in some far away place, and on a special day seems terrible. Men don't seem to think of others when they do some of the things they do."

"However, Maria, that comment about his father was unkind," continued Carmella. "You must try not to bring up things like that, unless of course, you really do hate Emerson. To be honest, I didn't get the impression you hated him when you worked on his shoulder. It seemed quite the opposite."

Maria looked down as she replied, "Mother, I guess I don't really hate him, but don't go making us into something we aren't. We will probably never even be good friends. Too much has happened. I have trouble forgetting things he said and did, and he must hate me after what I said tonight."

Carmella smiled as she caressed her daughter's cheek. "I have the impression Emerson could never hate you. In fact, he seems to be quite smitten by you." 

"I think your imagination is taking over for you now, Mother. Look how I've treated him since he's been back. I'm certain he cannot even tolerate me now."

Carmella decided to let the conversation end. Maria seemed calmer and was considering what Carmella had said. 

"Maria, you have to be more careful. Your father, or Emerson, may not always be around to help. Try not to get into situations that are dangerous."

"Mother, we were in the middle of town in broad daylight! How much more careful should I have to be?"

"It seems that Taylor is having his men terrorize women. That won't be allowed in this country. He will have problems answering for his men, but you be careful. You are too lovely to fall into the clutches of men like Hogan." Carmella stated.

"Mother, Red Gately had a black eye and he was very careful to avoid Emerson. I heard him tell Lang that Emerson was the one that helped 'the Casey woman' out the other day. What was that about?"

Pat Casey had stepped in the doorway as Maria spoke. He swung to his wife. "Carmella, what is she talking about? Did you have a problem with that damn Red Gately?"

Father and daughter turned their attention to Carmella. "It wasn't so much. Red made some insulting remarks at Simon's station while we were switching teams. He made the mistake of doing so with Emerson present. I was able to step over Red's unconscious body and resume my trip home. I saw no reason to upset everyone and cause even more friction with Taylor's hardcase bunch. I don't want anyone hurt."

Pat Casey hugged his wife. "I understand how you feel, but don't ever keep something like this from me again! I should thank Emerson for helping you. Gately, Hogan, and Lang. Maybe he can make this trail drive work, although I'm sure it will take more than fists before it's all done."

That evening Maria went to bed early. She needed to be alone to sort out her thoughts. Her father and Ernie were actually excited about the impending trail drive. Emerson had given them hope when everything seemed darkest. Her mother obviously held Emerson in high regard. Maria could only imagine how the Jordans, especially Cathy, would feel toward Emerson. Cathy had made no secret of her interest in the rugged, good looks of Emerson. 

Maria wondered how Emerson felt about Cathy and knew an unusual emotion. Why should she care? Hadn't she, Maria, gotten over him years ago. She was no longer a school girl with infatuations. She thought back to the times she had cried herself to sleep in this very room because of Emerson Trask. He would never break her heart again! The problem was, he was becoming difficult to hate, and that concerned her. With these thoughts going through her mind she fell asleep.

As Emerson rode home, he found his thoughts returning to Hogan striking Maria and the reaction it had caused in him. He knew that he would never be able to see Maria suffer without feeling pain himself. His anger had been uncontrollable. Emerson was glad that Maria had stopped him from hurting Hogan any further.

Emerson knew Taylor's men would not have started the trouble if they hadn't been encouraged, or even ordered, to do so by Taylor. This was a man Emerson had come to dislike, and he had yet to meet him.

Emerson again turned his thoughts to Maria. She had become very upset when she heard his response to her questions about the scar. She had accused him of being like his father, which was not intended as a compliment. Reasonably, what else could she think? A person doesn't get scarred like that in church. It had to be from some sort of fight. She was right about that.

Still, she had been so tender when she had stitched his cut. 

He knew he should never get his hopes up where Maria was concerned. Girls like her deserved the very best. Emerson decided he would have to be content doing whatever he could to help Maria and her family. He had no right to expect anything more.

Tom Gordon rode into the Casey yard early the next morning. He wasted no time in telling Pat why he was there.

"Pat, I showed yellow yesterday in town and I'm ashamed of it. I want to help you get your cattle ready for the trail drive and then go with you on that drive. I have to prove to myself, and everyone else, that I have some nerve! Will you let me help?"

Pat Casey listened to the young man's anguish. Then he spoke, "I would be proud to have you along! Admitting you had fear goes a long way to getting over it. You seem to have learned that there are worse things than being beaten in a fight. Your pride was hurt. I think the next few weeks will give you the chance to regain it."

That morning the Casey spread was a beehive of activity. Pat, Ernie, Tom, and Joe Mauro, the only rider Pat had been able to retain since the previous year, were readying equipment and horses. Everyone was busy and felt as if they were once again working a cattle ranch. Maria was helping where she could when she heard a horse trot into the yard.

Cathy Jordan sat on her mare, looking in the direction of Tom Gordon.

"Maria, what is he doing here? Isn't he afraid he'll get hurt?"

It was obvious that Cathy had not forgotten the part Tom played, or did not play, in the previous day's events.

"I know how you feel, Cathy. Tom showed up early this morning. He asked Dad if he could join up. He said he showed yellow and wanted to prove to himself and everyone else that he had some backbone. I think he showed courage admitting he was afraid of Hogan and Lang," Maria responded.

"He admitted he was afraid?" asked Cathy. "That's a step in the right direction. He'll have opportunities to show some nerve on the drive. It won't be a picnic."

Maria knew Cathy would take awhile to calm down and in a few days would regret some of the things she said today. "You're riding early today so I guess you must feel okay. How is Bob doing?"

"Bob can't get out of bed this morning and his face is swollen and purple. He feels proud that he didn't take any lip from that awful Hogan, but he's down about getting whipped like he did. He is real upset about Hogan hitting me. In fact, I think that bothers him the most."

"Well, you tell him that I'm real proud of him. He had to have a great deal of courage to take on Hogan." Maria was sincere. "There aren't many men that could handle him like Emerson did."

"I'll tell him. I can't stop thinking about that brute Hogan and how he struck us. Maria, for some reason I expected more from Tom. I know he's a banker that grew up in the city, but I really thought he would come through when the chips were down."

"I'm riding over to Miguel's and I was hoping you would ride with me. Dad wouldn't commit to trailing a herd yesterday when Emerson stopped by, but nothing can stop us now!" Cathy's spirits lifted as she spoke. "Was Dad mad when he saw Bob! At first he didn't notice my cheek. When he saw this mark he almost went berserk! We practically had to tie him down to keep him from going after Hogan. When Bob and I described the beating Emerson gave Hogan and the sorry shape we left him in, Dad seemed a lot happier" 

"I'd like to go with you but I have a list of things we need from town and didn't remember yesterday, so-"

Maria was cut off by her mother. "Maria, ride with Cathy. You can run those errands later. I think it would be good for you both."

Cathy saw the opening, "Thanks, Carmella. Maria I'll get your horse while you hurry and get ready to go. I'll be waiting."

Maria noticed her mother's glance as she was preparing to leave. "I never go anywhere not looking my best, so don't read anything into this." Maria had changed her shirt and combed her hair differently.

Carmella smiled, "Maria, I don't know what you mean. Remember you are going to watch Emerson like a hawk. I suspect you may be watched some yourself."

As the two women rode Cathy confided, "Maria, Dad had decided not to send a herd. Mother hasn't been well and he didn't want anything to happen to upset her. He was furious at Hogan when Emerson got us home, but my mother was the one! She seems so frail, but she poured it on my father. They were born Texans and it means a lot to them. She wouldn't hear of us not joining when she found out why Hogan had been threatening Bob. She said, "The Vern Jordan I married would have sent a herd and never wavered. Bob showed he wasn't afraid, so deal the Jordans in!"

"This drive frightens me, but my folks feel it is necessary." Maria was talking. "I know there will be shooting and I don't want anyone to get hurt. Everyone seems to think Emerson is the answer to their prayers, but he can't rely on his fists all the time. We're in it, so I am going to help any way possible. I do want it to succeed. I know everyone in the basin needs the money, and besides I hate to see a man like Taylor succeed."

"Maria, you saw Emerson handle those men! I was groggy but I saw it all, and I enjoyed it. He's different from anyone I've ever seen. We saw he was strong that day at the spring. The difference is he has ability and training to go along with it. He is a real fighting man and I don't think he would lose with guns. Bob thinks Emerson is tremendous. He has a way of gaining people's trust."

"I hope he is as capable as you say. We'll find out over the next few weeks if that trust is well placed. I also want you to be kind to Tom. He volunteered to help round the cattle up and drive them to Santa Fe. He feels as low as a man can. He'll show better next time he's tested, I'm sure." Maria continued, "You said Emerson was different. What would have happened to Tom if he had stepped in? Do you think the results would have been good?"

Cathy gave it some thought. "You're right. Tom probably would have been beaten like Bob, or if he won, Lang would have threatened Tom or even shot him. I sure wouldn't want that!"

Maria saw Cathy was softening. "I'm glad you see it that way. It would seem that Emerson did more than just sail the seas the past eight years. I wonder where he learned to fight? I hope he is on the up and up."

Cathy glanced at her friend. "I don't know how someone you don't like could have ever hurt you so badly. Usually, people are hurt by those they like and trust. Could Emerson have been bad enough to deserve this? Did he break your heart?"

Maria maintained her best poker face. "Of course not. He simply insulted and annoyed me beyond human endurance. I am not going to be easily fooled by him. I hope for our sakes he is the real thing."

Before reaching the Hernandez' ranch, the two women came upon Pedro, Shorty, and Miguel working cattle, preparing a herd for the trail. Shorty saw them first and rode over to greet them. 

"You ladies have to stop chasing me around like this. I have to think about my reputation."

The two friends laughed and Cathy retorted, "Shorty, you should have thought about that lost commodity a long time ago. We rode over to talk to Emerson. Is he around?"

"He took his sister back to the ranch. Nancy insisted on joining us but she was up before the sun and was worn out by mid morning. How does he rate to have the prettiest girls in the country riding to see him? Cathy, could I ask about that bruise on your cheek? In fact, it seems to be contagious. Maria, what happened?"

Maria answered for them both. "We can't be seen talking to a man of your reputation. Emerson can answer all your questions. We are here on business, so don't consider him too lucky."

Shorty chuckled, "I heard you two have been fighting since you were big enough to walk. I wouldn't want to fight him now, although I would guess you're better equipped for it than I am."

Now Maria laughed. "I choose to take that remark as a compliment, but I should be insulted. We have to leave before you sweet talk us any more. So long."

Fifteen minutes saw the two travelers ride into the Hernandez yard. Emerson was conversing with his mother as they approached. Molly Hernandez' happiness was apparent.

"Come in girls! I can't remember the last time you two visited. You both know Emerson. Of course Maria does. You two go back quite a ways. Cathy Jordan, my son, Emerson. Cathy's family moved into the basin several years ago, from Texas."

"Molly, I've seen this cowboy a few times, though not always with so much clothes on," Cathy laughed. "I also saw him in town for a short time yesterday, or didn't he mention it?"

"Dear, I'm not certain I follow all of what you just said, but Emerson didn't mention seeing you in town, or even that he was in town. I'll get you both a drink." Molly disappeared into the house, leaving Emerson with the two girls.

"Emerson, you didn't tell anyone about that fight! I know you didn't forget about it, so you must have your reasons, other than modesty." Cathy had dismounted and walked up to Emerson as Maria watched. "You're red. Did I embarrass you?"

Emerson looked at Cathy's bruise as he spoke, "You say the darndest things. That remark about me wearing clothes wasn't needed. What will my mother think? How is your cheek?" Emerson turned Cathy's face to one side and lightly touched her face.

"Maybe everyone will think I've swept you off your feet. It really doesn't hurt much," Cathy responded as Emerson studied her face. "Bob is real sore. You were right about him not getting out of bed today. Emerson, I can't thank you enough for yesterday, although I have some news that may help. You can deal the Jordans in on this drive to Santa Fe!"

Once again Maria felt conflicting emotions as she watched Cathy and Emerson. They looked like such a fine couple and he really showed concern for her. Why did that bother Maria? If Cathy were foolish enough to fall for this man it shouldn't bother Maria. Yet she felt annoyed.

"I think it's the only choice your family had, other than let Taylor have your place for a song. From what I saw of the Jordans, they don't give up."

Maria could no longer remain silent. "A lot of people are depending on you. This is going to be very dangerous and the enemy won't always settle it with fists. Lives may be lost. I sure hope you are up to it!"

Emerson returned Maria's attention. "Maria, I didn't cause this situation. I am working to help solve it. Men could die and they know that. The freedom to exercise your rights and care for your family is something men have fought and died for over centuries. If life at any cost is more important to someone, they should probably leave this basin, because it will be hot here. Men make choices every day. Some they live with and some they die for."

Emerson saw Maria hesitate at his reply. Why was he always at odds with her? Even so, he admired her fire and nerve. She wasn't one to keep her thoughts and ideas to her self.

"I understand everything you said, and I agree. It's just that these people seem to feel you can make the difference between success and failure, life and death. I hope you don't let everyone down!" Maria shot back.

Cathy spoke up, "Okay, you two! We are on the same side and we'll do all we can to make this work. Let it go at that." 

"Maria told me that Tom Gordon, the son of our local banker, is going on the drive. He was a spectator at yesterday's show and feels guilty about his lack of nerve. He did loan his shirt to Maria. I think he may be a lot of help, although I'll never tell him so. He's sweet on Maria so he'll stick it out." Cathy smiled at Maria as she finished. 

"I don't think we should judge him too harshly," Emerson replied. "I understand Tom and his father are quite understanding to the local ranchers, even when the bank must be getting pressure from Taylor. They seem to show some integrity. Maria certainly could do worse."

"I don't need you two to run my personal life!" Maria answered heatedly. "Just worry about getting the cattle to Santa Fe. Tom and I are friends. He is a gentleman, one without any bullet holes in him." Maria regretted her retort as soon as she said it.

Cathy was surprised at Maria's emotion. "What is she talking about now? I've known her for several years and I've never seen her behave this way. You do something to her, Emerson." 

Maria realized she was heading back into the same territory she had covered with Emerson the previous evening. Remembering how she had felt after insulting him then, Maria was trying to think of something that would help her seem less miserable. "Emerson, while I am here, I want to check those stitches." Maria dismounted and walked up to join Cathy. "I will not accept any excuses. Sit down on the porch and let me have a look."

"What stitches? What bullet hole? Maria, what is going on?" Cathy was confused by her friend's statement.

Emerson was looking at Maria, trying to read her intentions. "I'll let you check my stitches, although I am certain they are doing fine. First, let me look at that bruise Hogan left." Slowly, Emerson took Maria's face in his left hand and turned it, touching her bruise with his right.

Emerson glanced at the discoloring and studied Maria's face. Her eyes were closed, so he felt he could stare without attracting undo attention. She was more beautiful than he remembered. Her nose was small and straight and her skin flawless. He could smell her fragrance. . Reluctantly, Emerson removed his hand from Maria's cheek.




In My Life Ch. 02



Maria had forgotten the mark on her cheek. As Emerson stepped close and held her face in his hands, she felt herself tremble. She closed her eyes and stood very still, afraid to talk or move. She knew she would give herself away. Emerson released her chin and stepped back. Then he unbuttoned his shirt. Maria felt her face flush and glanced to see if Cathy had noticed. Cathy was giving her an unreadable look, and then turned to watch Emerson.

"If you don't mind, I'll use the buttons on this one. I'm getting low on shirts."

Maria smiled. "You see. It worked, didn't it? I won't have to rip any more shirts off you, will I?" Then Maria saw Molly standing in the doorway, a look of confusion on her face.

"Molly, it isn't what it might sound like! Emerson suffered a cut on his shoulder yesterday. He wouldn't take his shirt off so I could look at it, so I tore it off. My mother and father were there."

"That does clear things up, dear. If you have to tear his shirt off, then go ahead, for whatever reason. We can get more." With that Molly and Cathy both laughed, while Maria felt her face redden again.

Molly had been watching her son and the two girls while she was preparing the drinks. They had almost never visited her before. They had no reason. Molly understood the allure a young man like Emerson could have and was proud of him.She allowed herself the luxury of daydreaming. It would be wonderful if one of these two girls were her daughter-in -law. They both were beautiful and came from such good families. That they were attracted to Emerson, she had no doubt. How could they not be? He had grown into a handsome, intelligent, rugged young man. 

Emerson had taken his injured shoulder from the shirt and sat on the top step. All three women gathered around him, inspecting the gash and Maria's handywork. It was red, but appeared to be healing already. 

"Now, look at this." Maria had placed her finger next to the small scar on Emerson's chest. "That was a Christmas present a year ago!" Maria was curious to see how the others would react.

Molly gasped. "Emerson, I never heard about that. How bad was it? How did it happen? I can't imagine it not being very serious. You were shot in the chest!"

"Mother, I am fine now. That is the important thing." Emerson stood as he spoke. He was directly in front of Maria, and as their eyes met, he scolded her. "Maria, I know you don't want my mother to be upset. This scar seems to do that, so let's not make an issue of it. You don't want me to beat you worse than Hogan did."

"Emerson, if you think you scare me, forget it. I know you won't lay a finger on me, at least not without my permission. Save your threats for Hogan. I'm here right now, so beat me," Maria laughed. "I know you too well. However, I won't bring the scar up again, just to be nice."

Cathy and Molly were laughing as well. "It looks like she has your number, Cowboy. You look tough to some people, but Maria isn't frightened. Scaring women isn't your strong point."

The girls finished the drinks Molly had produced and mounted their horses. Molly was reluctant to see them leave. 

"You girls have to stop in more often. It is so nice to have someone to talk and laugh with. Promise you'll be back."

"Molly, as long as that good looking son of yours is around, you'll have all kinds of company. I know I'll be back!" Cathy admitted.

"Molly, we enjoyed your company and really don't need some banged-up cowboy to lure us over here. We'll visit again," Maria assured Molly.

As the girls rode, Cathy asked Maria, "Did you almost feint when Emerson was looking at your bruised cheek? I thought you were going to pass out!"

"Cathy! You are so observant. I did get a little weak, and I dislike myself for it. I know how a moth feels about the flame now. He does something to me. You saw that."

"I sure did. Maybe you could fill me in on 'the old days'. You seem to be a lot more open about Emerson now."

"He was always very good looking, although he has gotten even better. We were thrown together a lot as kids. It is a small town. He always teased and picked on me for being part Spanish. I wanted to believe it was to get my attention, but his father was a very prejudiced man, of little accomplishment. Gradually, I began to feel he was quite serious about my heritage and that I wasn't as good as he was."

"When his mother and Miguel became engaged, years after his father had been killed in a fight in a cantina, I rubbed it in. I probably went too far. He accused 'my people' of doing anything to become American, as if we weren't already. It really stung me. Then he attacked Miguel in the dinning room of the hotel and was arrested. The marshal agreed to release him if he would go live with his uncle. I never got to talk to him before he left. I had hoped he would apologize for his comments, and I would have gladly done the same. He never wrote to me or anything."

"Now he is back. I'm afraid it looks like I pined for eight years, just waiting for the world traveler to return. He saw all kinds of places and people, including women, while I sat in Morgantown. Everyone will think I was a desperate woman, including Emerson. I'm afraid I could lose all pride when I am around him. Then I say and do mean spirited things to him to save my ego."

"Cathy, I don't know what to think or feel. I have a deep fear that this is going to cause pain and embarrassment for me. I don't want to go through that again." 

Cathy had listened as Maria told her story. She had not realized how much Maria had been affected by Emerson and his departure. When Maria finished her confession, Cathy tried to comfort her.

"Maria, I didn't guess how deep this was. I can see exactly why you are afraid of your feelings. You must have been pretty miserable for a long time when he left. I always wondered why you were so cool to all the fellows that tried to get close to you over the years. I thought you were waiting for someone special. I never realized you already had met him and he was gone."

"You be careful, but give Emerson a chance. He seems to regret the things he said and did to you. He was incredible when Hogan tore your shirt! If you hadn't stopped him, he might have killed Hogan. My guess is the guy is head-over-heels in love with you, and always has been. Just take it slow and see if he proves himself to you. I'll help any way I can."

Maria had tears in her eyes when she faced Cathy. "You are the best friend I could ever have! I think I may need your help getting this straightened out. I am so confused. Thanks, Cathy."

Molly was giving Emerson motherly advice. "Emerson, you should marry one of those girls. They like you, and why isn't that a surprise? They are lovely and from good families."

"Mother, I know they are. The thing is, they may not feel I am. You are wonderful, of course. It's just that Dad wasn't everything he might have been. Will people hold that against me?"

"Emerson, your father was from a good family. He was spoiled as a child and lacked direction. He took the easy way out of everything. You aren't like that. I have seen the difference already. So have those girls. You should be proud. Look how you have turned out." 

Emerson knew his mother was partial, but a compliment was always nice. "Thanks, Mother. I hope I can live up to expectations."

He then explained that he had to get back and help the others. Molly returned to her chores in the house. Going to his bunk, Emerson pulled out his war bag and removed a pair of holstered colts and put them on. Maria was correct in thinking things would get worse and he needed to be prepared. Emerson also realized that carrying a gun could require shooting someone, but others depended on him and he never was one to avoid responsibility.

The next few days were some of the longest and most satisfying Emerson had ever put in. They were in the saddle before sunup and didn't stop until full dark. Emerson had discussed the need for more riders to trail the herd and several of the ranchers had agreed to hire a few that always hung around town looking for work. On the morning of the fourth day, Emerson saw riders approaching as he worked with his crew.

Vern Jordan and Pat Casey rode close to Emerson and stopped their mounts. Pat Casey spoke, "Emerson, we can't get anybody to ride for us. It seems that Tom Taylor needed more hands and hired every available man in the area. I'm worried that we won't have enough to handle the size trail herd we'll be taking."

Jordan added, "Not only that but Joe Mauro, the only hand Pat had kept on, quit and went to work for Taylor. Bob is better and helping, and Cathy is doing a man's job so we'll be ready, but Pat is right about the drive. We're going to be a few men short, at least."

Emerson listened to the ranchers then formed his reply. "I didn't realize to what extent Taylor would go to ruin the ranchers in this basin. What he did is low, but certainly legal. We will simply make the drive with the riders we have. It'll mean more work, and possibly poorer time, but it can be done. Again, I see no choice."

The three conferred, and then Casey and Jordan rode back to resume the preparations for the drive. Emerson saw the men look at the guns he now wore, but neither mentioned it. He was gloomier than he let on to his neighbors. This would be a difficult trip at best. Undermanned, it could be next to impossible.

Emerson decided to ride into town and see for himself what the atmosphere was. Riding over to Shorty, he explained his intentions.

"I noticed you started packing iron the other day, but only found out about that battle with Hogan yesterday, when I ran into Tom Gordon. You are kinda reluctant to talk about yourself and I appreciate that. It seems to me that we are all in this and should know what the situation is all the time. If Taylor has toughs throwing weight around, I should be prepared. That is my lecture for the day," and Shorty became silent.

"You have a good point. I didn't want everyone to worry, but you can't go around blind either. My mistake, Shorty," grinned Emerson. "It won't happen again." 

"I'm glad that's settled." Shorty smiled back. This man was hard to dislike! "I'll ride in with you. We're about done and you seem to attract lightening and might need a man to side you."

Marshal Sam Cook had held his job for ten years. He knew he had lasted for two reasons. He didn't have much trouble to handle, and he was fair to everyone. He was on the far side of fifty and had hoped to finish his career in this town he had come to call his own.

He saw Emerson and Shorty ride in. He missed the fight with Hogan and Lang earlier in the week, but had heard plenty about it. Few western men would stand for a woman to be mistreated and Sam was no exception. He wondered if he could have handled the situation if he hadn't been out at Slick's listening to a story about some missing chickens. A few townspeople implied he had been lucky to be somewhere else, and to himself, he agreed.

He had held Emerson in his jail overnight, eight years ago. Some men held grudges over things like that. Would Emerson? Sam decided to take the direct route and met Emerson as he dismounted at the hotel. 

"Emerson Trask, I'm Marshal Cook. You probably remember me. Last time you spent a night in this town you were my guest." Sam Cook stood on the walk and waited for Emerson's reaction.

"Marshal, it's good to see you! Sure I remember that night. You did me a good turn and I thank you for it. It could have been a lot worse. When I had time to think back on it, I realized you were really quite easy on me." Emerson smiled and extended his hand.

Sam Cook felt relief and wonder at the same time. "You're about the first person I ever had thank me for putting them in jail. I don't think I would relish trying to do it now." He took Emerson's hand and shook it.

"I heard about the job you did on Hogan and Lang. They got what they had coming, although there aren't many that could administer that lesson." The lawman continued, "Things are coming to a head around here and I'm asking you to avoid trouble if you can." 

Emerson faced the marshal, "I never look for trouble, but I have found it pays to be ready for it. I heard Taylor has hired all available hands in the area. Is that true?"

"Yeah, that seems to be the case. He covers every angle and legally, so far. He's a pillar of the community," replied Cook with sarcasm.

"Shorty and I won't be very long. We have a lot to do. I thought we would look around and see if there are any riders we could hire. That shouldn't cause any trouble, so rest easy, marshal." Emerson then went to the hotel bar, with Shorty close behind.

Tom Taylor had been livid when he learned Hogan and Lang had been bested by Emerson Trask. Hogan had gone straight to the bunkhouse but Logan and Gately reported to the ranch house.

"How could you be so stupid? When Trask got the upper hand his position was strengthened. In effect, you helped him. That was the opposite of what you were supposed to accomplish. Can't you do anything right?" ranted Taylor at his gunmen.

"Don't push too hard, boss." Lang spoke softly, but something in his manner worried both Red and Taylor. "I took a man too lightly and I paid for it, but not like he'll pay. I take your money but never think you have the right to talk down to me!'

Taylor backed off, "I didn't mean anything by it, Lang. I'm just concerned about this situation and my plans. How and when do you expect to make him pay, as you put it?"

"I never saw anyone that could handle a gun like me, so I'll stay out of his reach and shoot the bastard!" Lang vowed. "This will be one job I'll enjoy."

Taylor smiled. "It seems to be a pretty basic plan. It won't come back to me. Everyone knows there is bad blood between you two. It will be two men settling a grudge. We can make it work. A few may suspect you were sent after Trask, but nothing can be proven. Have Red and Stan side you. They can be witnesses and take care of any outside interference while you take care of Trask. Just do it before the trail drive starts."

Lang had watched the road into town for several days. He was certain the Trask would show up eventually. His patience was finally rewarded. Along with Mosher and Red, he headed for the showdown he had promised himself.

Emerson drank a beer and asked the barkeep about riders. His response confirmed Sam Cook's remarks. Next, he and Shorty stopped at the mercantile, with the same results. There would be no hands available for the drive.

"We may as well head back to the ranch, Shorty. We're wasting time here." Emerson led the way out and turned toward the horses in front of the hotel. There he stopped.

Standing in the street in front of Emerson was Lang, a smile on his face. Red was along the hotel on the left and, off to the right was Stan Mosher. Emerson and Shorty were boxed in.

"If you're looking for jobs, keep looking." Emerson felt his nerves tighten as he spoke. "If you're looking for boot hill, start the ball!"

Lang was surprised. He expected fear. He always saw fear when he faced a man over guns. This man looked eager, ready to fight. He wore two guns tied down low and he stood still, watching Lang.

"This is between you and me, Trask. No man uses his fists on me and gets away with it. I'm here to kill you." Lang was bent at the waist staring at Emerson's hands.

"That's fine with me, Lang, but if Red and the weasel don't leave right now I'll have to consider them backing you." Emerson smiled back at Lang. "That means I'll shoot them as soon as I take care of you.".

It was a tight corner and Emerson wanted to create doubt. A man in a gunfight had to believe he would win. With any doubt, a man was more apt to hurry or miss. In this situation, Emerson knew he needed any advantage he could get.

"Boss," it was Shorty. "I never cottoned much for Red. I'll take care of him. I'm giving you the other two." He said it loud enough for Red to hear.

Emerson stood in the street facing Lang. "Give it up, Lang. It doesn't have to end like this." Even as he said it, Emerson knew it could end no other way. Lang pulled his gun.

Lang had confidence. When he started his draw he was looking at the button he would shoot on Trask's shirt. No one could give him a public beating and live! Then as his gun was leveling he saw the flash from Emerson's left gun and he was knocked backward, his own gun kicking up dirt in the street. As he tried to bring his gun back in line, Lang saw Emerson's right gun blossom flame. He sensed Mosher had been hit. To his right, Red was firing. Lang felt another blow and began to fall, again shooting into the ground. This wasn't possible. Could he have been beaten? That was his last thought.

Emerson knew he would have to depend on Shorty to take Red out of the action and concentrated on the remaining gunmen. He pulled both his guns, first shooting Lang and then firing his right gun into Mosher. Switching back to Lang he shot again, seeing blood stain the front of his shirt as Lang went down. Turning back to Mosher, he saw him laying on his back, the top of his head bloodied.

Emerson realized Shorty and Red were no longer shooting and turned his attention to Red. He was on his knees, bent over holding his stomach. As Emerson watched, Red collapsed on his face.

Turning to Shorty, Emerson saw him sitting on the ground, his left leg bloodied. "I guess it was a good thing I sided you today, Emerson. Three men might have been too much, even for you." Shorty was going into shock and bleeding badly. Men began to emerge from buildings along the street. Sam Cook was hurrying toward them as Emerson worked at stopping the bleeding in Shorty's leg. Someone volunteered to get the doctor.

"What in Hell happened here?" roared Cook with his gun drawn. "Who shot who? Trask, do you call this having no trouble?"

The clerk from the mercantile spoke. "Sam, these two men were braced by Lang, Mosher, and Gately. They were boxed in but did some damned fast and straight shooting to get out of it. Lang opened it, but Trask pulled both his irons and drilled Lang and Mosher. Shorty here took one in the leg while he was accounting for Red. I'd say those three made a serious mistake in judgment," as he pointed to the three dead men.

The doctor made an appearance and went to work on Shorty. Soon the bleeding was stopped and he was taken to the hotel. Emerson stayed with Shorty until he was asleep, then questioned the old medic. 

"It isn't as bad as it might have been," replied the doctor to Emerson's question. "He lost a lot of blood, but no bones were hit. He should be back on a horse in a week or two."

Emerson headed back to the ranch as soon as he determined Shorty would be well cared for. Rather than finding riders, he had lost another. As he rode, Emerson estimated the size herd the ranchers of the basin would throw together and the number of men available to trail them. He needed a few more riders to even get started. The question was, where could he find them on short notice.

Still a few miles from home, Emerson met Bob Jordan traveling toward town. "Bob, you look some better, but still not too good. How's it going?" Emerson enjoyed the younger Jordan's attitude.

"We are just about ready to start some prime stuff on the trail. Don't worry about us. Is the MM ready for the trip?" Bob's still swollen face showed a smile.

"Bob, there was some gunplay in town today and Shorty took one in the leg. He'll be all right but he won't be riding for awhile. I'm afraid we are a few men short to start the drive, but there isn't much we can do about it. I would appreciate it if you could get word to all the ranchers to have a rep at the hotel tomorrow around dusk. We need to finalize our plans."




In My Life Ch. 02



"Who was in the gunfight?" asked Bob excitedly. "Did anyone else get hit? I notice you're wearing your Colts, Emerson. What happened?"

Emerson found himself giving Bob a brief recount of the day's events. "Make sure you get word to the other ranchers. Your place is in the center of things, so that's why I'm asking you." Emerson reminded Bob.

"Sure, Emerson. I'm on my way to see a girl in town and I'll stop at the other places on the way home." Bob was eager to spread word of this recent course of events to the others.

It was dusk when Bob trotted into the Casey yard. He found everyone, including Tom Gordon, eating dinner. Bob remembered the part Tom had played in his beating at the hands of Hogan and had little to do with him since.

"Come in, Bob!" It was Carmella greeting him. "Sit down and join us. You are looking colorful, but much better, from what I hear. It is nice to see you getting around."

"Thanks Mrs. Casey. I do have a bright mug, don't I?" Bob laughed. "I'm here to deliver a message and some news. Lang, Mosher, and Gately braced Emerson and Shorty in the street in front of the hotel today. Some men were killed."

A plate smashed on the floor, startling everyone. Maria had dropped it when Bob mentioned Emerson. She placed a hand on a chair to steady herself. Her face had turned very white. Once again Maria felt a tightness in her chest. Lang and Mosher were known gunmen and killers. She had tried to warn Emerson about the type of men he was dealing with. He had started wearing guns, Maria had heard, so he was fair game for these killers! 

Now Pat and Carmella looked at her. Maria ignored their attention and asked, "Bob, did they shoot him?"

"Jack Seitz, the clerk at the mercantile saw the whole thing," continued Bob. He had told the story several times and felt he had found the most dramatic way. He went on, as if he never heard Maria's question. "Those three spread out and had Emerson and Shorty boxed in. Well, Emerson told them if they wanted jobs to forget it. If they were looking for boot hill, then start the ball!"

The group at the table was silent, fascinated, yet afraid of the finish to Bob's story. Lang, Mosher, and Gately were considered tough men! Maria held her breath and waited.

"Lang pulled his gun first and Emerson drilled him with his left hand gun! Mosher bought in and Emerson salted him down with his other gun! Then Lang tried to bring his weapon into play again and Emerson gave him another round. Meanwhile, Shorty and Red were shooting it out. Shorty finished him off, but took one in the leg and won't be able to ride for a week or two. Those three badmen of Taylor's died right there!"

The silence was a tangible thing as everyone envisioned the gun battle Bob had described. It was incredible! Maria was the first to speak. "Emerson wasn't hurt at all?"

"That is the message part of my visit. I met up with him after the fight in town. He is concerned about having enough men for the drive and wants all the ranchers to have a rep at the hotel tomorrow at dusk. This is my last stop, and I'd say Emerson sure looked okay to me, but I'll tell him you were worried." Bob's discolored face broke into a big grin.

Carmella laughed as Maria turned red, but everyone began talking at once, so any response Maria could make was lost. 

Tom Gordon remained silent, embarrassed at Bob's presence and obvious distaste for him. Tom realized that he took strange pleasure in the pain he felt. Maybe that would cause him to act with more courage in the future. It was ironic that the fear of embarrassment would make him braver. 

Emerson Trask seemed to be up to every challenge. Tom felt jealousy as he considered how he must compare to Trask in Cathy's eyes. Cathy seemed to be taken by Emerson, and being a fair man, Tom decided she had reason to be.

Tom remembered how Cathy Jordan had looked at him that day in town and knew regret. He had come to recognize the fact that her opinion meant a great deal to him. He would do his best to see her before he left on the drive. She could be at the meeting in town and Tom decided to attend, as well.

Maria left the room, not wanting the others to see how unsettled she had become. Emerson had been in a gunfight and could have been killed. There was more than one way for him to break her heart. Dying was the surest. That thought was one Maria could not shake. His life was in danger, trying to help a community that had turned him away.

She had been worried about others being led blindly into trouble. Now it appeared that Emerson was going to be the focus of it, and that worried her even more.

The next day was to be the last one to gather the herds for the drive to Santa Fe. Maria was out early helping search for any steers that escaped the previous sweeps. She had found a couple and chased them to where the main herd was held.

After lunch, Maria had ridden out again for a last look. She found a huge steer grazing by a spring and started to haze him toward the herd, when he suddenly cut back to the spring and the cows still grazing there. As Maria's mare turned, it slipped and went down. Maria was thrown and landed hard. Dazed, she remained on the ground, waiting for the effects of the fall to ease.

Feeling better, she got to her feet and turned to look for her horse. It was then she saw a man riding a buckskin watching her. She was certain she had never seen the rider before.

He was a heavy man, and even mounted, Maria could tell he was not tall. His face had a reddish complexion and his hair was gray, although he appeared to be still in his thirties.

"Ma'am, I didn't want to frighten you, so I just sat here waiting for you to notice me. You must be Maria Casey. I am Bill Hatko, but most folks call me Billy." The mounted stranger tipped his hat displaying a shiny, bald head. Hair only covered the sides not protected by his hat.

"You are correct, I am Maria Casey, but I'm certain I never saw you before, Mr. Hatko. How do you know me?" Maria had sensed this odd looking man met her no harm.

"We have never met but I do feel like I know you. I recognized you from a description, one I thought was more imagination than truth. Now, I see it was extremely accurate." Billy Hatko had replaced his hat and offered Maria a wide grin.

"Sir, you seem to know more of me than I do of you. May I ask where I was so described to you?" Maria found her self warming to this friendly stranger. 

"I think the first time was in the China Sea, although it might have been off the coast of Africa. Your name came up more than a few times over the past several years," Billy continued on, "and now I can see why."

"Excuse me. I was the topic of conversation in China? I don't know anyone there. I've hardly ever even heard of it. You must be confused," and Maria smiled to prevent it sounding like an insult.

"You may not know anyone there right now, Miss, but I can assure you I heard of you while I was sailing off the coast of China." As he spoke Billy saw understanding cross Maria's face.

"Is it possible, Billy, that you are an acquaintance of Emerson Trask's, a man who spent the past eight years at sea?" asked Maria.

"Emerson and I are more than acquaintances, as you call it. We sailed together and fought together. We owe each other our lives. I was the one who took the time to teach him how to fight with knives." Billy was beaming broadly as he finished.

"Did you also teach him to talk about ladies when they are not around to defend their honor?" Maria asked somewhat heatedly. "I can only imagine what horrible things that man spread about me to the four corners of the world!"

"I guess you don't know Emerson so well if you think he would say or do anything to stain a lady's reputation." Billy was very serious as he spoke. "The Emerson that left this basin may have had some character faults, but you should have noticed the one that returned is a gentleman. As for spreading things about you. He did. If having people in far away places think that the loveliest single example of womanhood lives in this part of New Mexico, upsets you, then you should be upset. It certainly has been spread around a great deal."

Maria couldn't doubt this man' sincerity. Still, it was difficult to believe. To conceal her surprise she changed the subject. " Could you help locate my mare? She seems to have wandered off."

It proved a simple matter for Billy to find the mare, which hadn't gone far. Once Maria was mounted she began asking Billy some of the questions in her mind.

"Emerson and I really don't get along very well. We had some very serious disagreements before he went to sea, and I am not prepared to forget them. What brings you to Morgantown? Are you looking for a riding job? Let's talk while we chase that stubborn steer back to the main herd, if you don't mind?"

"I left the ship in Galveston when Emerson left. I suppose I followed his lead and went back to the town in Texas where I spent some of my youth. I got there and discovered I knew almost no one. I had no family left and I got bored. I started thinking about Emerson and all the stories he told about Morgantown. You know what? This place seems more like a home to me than anywhere else does."

" When I rode into town this morning, it was like a homecoming. It sounds strange, but listening to Emerson describe the places and people made them all seem real. I knew Emerson thought he may have some problems here, so I drifted this way."

"I wasn't in Morgantown very long before I heard he was making quite an impact. He's the sort of man that is noticed where ever he goes. Remember, I've seen it in ports all over the world. Men want to be his friend and women adore him. I used to envy that, but I came to realize he is different and better than most. I'm content to be his friend and be part of his experience."

Maria surprised herself at how comfortable she quickly became with this man from the sea. His manner was polite and his stories interesting. He talked a great deal about Emerson and she listened, fascinated by the places and events the two men had shared. Maria discovered that this man was totally loyal to Emerson and valued that friendship above all else.

They chased the steer into the herd which had been combined with Jordans' the day before. As they parted ways with the brute, Tom Gordon rode up. Before he could speak Cathy Jordan galloped her pony to the gathered riders. Maria made the introductions. 

"Cathy Jordan, meet Billy Hatko. Tom Gordon, Bill Hatko. He rode into my life a short while ago, but I feel like we're old friends. He sailed with Emerson for some time." Maria had determined to make this man, so close to Emerson, her friend. She genuinely enjoyed the man and a part of her thoughts told her he would make a valuable ally.

Cathy and Tom both showed their surprise. Cathy spoke, "You must know all about Emerson! Where did he learn to fight with fists and guns? Does he have many girlfriends? Are all you sailors so strong?"

Billy Hatko gave a hearty laugh. "Aren't you shy? I guess Emerson hasn't made much of an impression around here! Maria, remember what I was saying earlier about Emerson attracting attention?"

"I'll try to give you a little information on Emerson. While at sea, he would try to learn everything anyone could show him or tell him, and he was very quick to pick things up. We had a man we called the professor on the ship for a couple of years. He had a trunk full of books and Emerson read all of them, probably twice. They spent a great many evenings talking about people I never heard of, ones with Greek and English names. We sailed with several different men that were considered dangerous with various weapons. By the time the ship docked Emerson would be their master." Billy was enjoying his audience.

"A former professional boxer spent a couple of years working with Emerson. Emerson refined that skill with occasional practical application in various ports. Emerson also spent time with men of different nationalities, learning anything they could teach him. He was always well liked and men were flattered that he would be their student."

"He shot boxes of shells while we were on the open sea. The others couldn't understand his dedication to the use of the hand gun, at least not until they saw him in action."

"As for women, he was always noticed by the fairer sex, but avoided them for the most part. This always made him even more sought after. It's funny how that worked. The more shy he acted, the more interested the ladies would be. He never really involved himself much with women. Some of the crew said he suffered from a broken heart and didn't trust them. I don't know about that." Billy looked directly at Maria as he finished his sentence.

"We sailors work hard enough and usually become rugged, but Emerson is athletic. He is strong and fluid, like a jungle cat. I guess you've noticed." Billy nodded to Cathy. "How is it he never mentioned a girl as pretty as you? Are you new to Morgantown?"

"I think I'm going to like having you around! My family bought a ranch in the basin a few years back." Cathy added with pride, "We are from Texas originally." 

Tom Gordon extended his hand. "My family is relatively new to the area. We run the bank in Morgantown. I hope you are going to sign up for this impending cattle drive. It will be quite an adventure."

"I'm sticking with Emerson from now on. He's a regular lightning rod for adventure and I might be able to help him out of some tight spots. I've done it before. I got the basic story on this drive while I was in town and rode out to join Emerson, so count me in." Billy shook Tom's hand as he spoke.

"Tom, I think it is grand that you would help on this drive. We are short handed and you will make a big difference." It was Cathy talking and Tom had trouble concealing his surprise and pleasure.

"I'll be sure to hold up my end from now on, Cathy. Thanks." With that Tom turned and rode back to the herd, fearing too much emotion was showing on his face.

Maria spoke to Billy, "It is great to hear you will go on this drive. You will be paid of course. If you want to see Emerson, why don't you help us for an hour or two, than you can escort Cathy and me to Morgantown. Emerson has called a pre-drive meeting for this evening. He will be so surprised to see you with us. That way we can listen to more of your fascinating stories."

"If I turned down that offer, I would be even dumber than I look!" Billy chuckled. "You have yourself a deal. I haven't run into many that want to hear my recollections."

Emerson made his way to town a bit early. He went to the hotel bar and bought a glass of beer and then went to the dinning room. Men were beginning to drift in. He sat where he could see them come through the dinning room door.

Maria walked in with Cathy and the room seemed to light up. Men of all ages, Emerson considered, always felt a little younger with attractive women in their presence. Emerson was stunned when he saw Billy Hatko stroll into the room and stand talking to Cathy and Maria. They acted like they were old friends!

Jumping to his feet, Emerson approached the trio. He tipped his hat to the two women and stared at Billy. "Ladies, it is always a pleasure to see you, but what sort of creature did you drag in? I haven't seen anything so repulsive since I left my uncle's ship!"

Billy grinned at Emerson and replied, "I've seen the time when you were glad to see this mug. These ladies seem to find my company pleasant enough. We spent the afternoon together and had a very nice time."

"I hope you weren't telling your stories. Ladies, this man is an exceptional liar and cannot be believed or trusted. I would strongly suggest you avoid him at all cost." With that Emerson grabbed Billy's hand and shook it.

"Is it possible that you don't want us to learn about your life the last eight years?" Cathy Jordan teased. "Billy told us about all your girlfriends and how you've broken hearts on several continents."

Emerson swung his attention back to Billy who was quick to respond, "Emerson, she's just riding you a little. I never talked about any girls!"

Maria found herself laughing with Cathy at Emerson's discomfort. "Billy, you assured Cathy there were no girls. Now it sounds like you simply forgot to mention them. Which is it?"

Emerson broke in, "It seems that we can get started with the business at hand. Billy, never discuss one woman with another. Let's get this thing going."

Emerson saw that all the participating ranches were represented and began to speak to them.

"I thank all of you for coming tonight. I'll try to keep this brief. Tomorrow, begin moving your herds toward the MM. We have a chute near where the road crosses Fisher's creek. We will work the cattle through it, branding each one with a T on the left side. Road brands make it more difficult for anyone to claim any of our head, or accuse us of taking theirs, as everyone here knows."

"I want an accurate tally made at the same time. We have to know how much stock each ranch is sending. Pat Casey, I'm asking you to take care of the tally."

"Next, I will be in charge. There will be no democracy. My orders will be followed, and I will enforce them. This is for the overall success of the drive. If I am not available, for whatever reason, Pat Casey will be in charge. Miguel will take over if both Pat and I cannot be reached."

"This will begin tomorrow. I would now like to know how many are going and hear any comments or questions you have." Emerson waited knowing there would be many comments.

"I am concerned about leaving our ranches and families unprotected." It was Vern Jordan. "A few things have taken place around here to cause me to believe property and women aren't as safe as they should be. I know you're short a few men but I'd like a couple to stay behind so the rest of us can concentrate on our work without fear of what may be happening at home. I worry about my wife." All those present knew that Martha Jordan had not enjoyed the best of health the past year or so.

Emerson considered Jordan's point. He thought about his mother and sister and felt some of the concern Jordan had, but there were only so many men. "I see your point. Taylor has been pretty quiet lately, but that could change after we hit the trail. I count eleven men and that really isn't enough. If two stay back we will have a hard time driving the herd."

Cathy Jordan spoke, "Everyone talks about "men". Well, I can ride as good as most men and can do the work of one, so count me in."

No one had even considered taking a women and the surprise was apparent. Every man considered the advantages of another good rider and the dangers she would face.

"Before you say anything, I'll be going too. We don't fight as well, or as quickly as men, but I'd say we do everything else better." Maria Casey had stepped forward. "Cathy and I have an interest in the success of this trip."

Pat Casey voiced what others were thinking. "Emerson, they are top hands and that would free a couple of men to keep an eye on things around here. The problem is the danger they could face. I think we should let you make the call. The fact that we even consider it points to desperate situation we are all in."

The other men nodded in agreement, but Maria was not satisfied. "Why does Emerson make the decision? We can decide this together." 

Emerson cut her off, "Maria, I make the decisions on this drive." He continued, "The two girls are a treasure this basin takes a lot of pride in. Women on the trail face dangers men don't. Beautiful women can be exposed to even more. Still, we are between a rock and a hard place. They are excellent hands. There can be no denying that, and they do have a direct interest in this. Women have worked and fought along side men since the beginning of time."




In My Life Ch. 02



"It worries me, but they should be part of this. The only condition is that you both agree to take and follow my orders. Will you agree to that?" Emerson spoke directly to Cathy and Maria.

"Yes, sir," was Cathy's immediate response.

"Yes, in matters concerning the drive," was Maria's qualified response. 

Emerson then added, "Pat or Vern can overrule anything I may tell you two. A parent's concern comes before anything else."

"So, who stays behind? With all due respect, I suggest Vern. He can ride around enough to keep an eye on things in the basin. I want Vern to stay for a couple of reasons. He already has two family members going and his wife can't be left alone, and he is the sort that will make the rest of us feel we are leaving our places in capable hands."

"As you know Sam Shaw's wife is expecting to deliver any day. I told him we would trail a couple hundred of his head for him, and I asked him to supply some horses. He agreed to that since he obviously can't go along. The other ranchers that agreed to join us are the Robinson brothers. Emerson gestured toward two men seated near the door. Now everyone can get some dinner and get home."

Maria and Cathy were excited. Cathy asked Maria, "What were you doing? Trying to talk us out of going? You shouldn't have complained about Emerson until you heard what he was going to say."

"I never thought he would allow it, Cathy. Maybe he just likes having you around. Now I have to figure out what clothes to take. This will be some trip!" Maria could not conceal her thrill at the prospect of the journey.

Tom Gordon walked over to where the girls stood. "I have to say you two are something! This isn't going to be a picnic. I've spent more time in a saddle the last several days than the entire rest of my life. If I can help you with anything, just ask."

Cathy gave Tom a smile, "Thanks, Tom, but we don't expect to be treated special. We are going to hold up our end."

Daylight saw cattle working toward the crossing at Fisher's Creek. Miguel and Emerson had a fire going and were ready to road brand the cattle as they went through the chute. Pat Casey was there to make the count. The MM cattle had been done as they were gathered, thereby simplifying the task at hand.

The Jordan and Casey combined herd was first. The animals were fat and easily handled, but it became a hot, grueling job. The entire project lasted all day and required a portion of the second. Around noon the trail herd was pointed north and the trek began. 



In My Life Ch. 03



Vern Jordan was there with Bob and Cathy. He spoke to Emerson. "These two are everything to me and the missus. They are old enough to be on their own, but as parents we worry. I know the sort of things that are in front of you. We made a few drives in Texas over the years. I want you to know you have my permission to spank either one of them as the need arises." Vern showed a smile, "I couldn't ask for a better crew for them to trail with, or a better boss. I know you will do your best."

Cathy hugged her father, then Bob shook his hand. Finally, Emerson shook his hand and looked into Jordan's eyes. He said nothing, but Vern Jordan knew he had received Emerson's commitment to all he could to keep Cathy and Bob safe.

Pedro was in charge of the chuck wagon and Pat Casey rode out front with him. Ernie Hooker and Miguel took point with Bob and Cathy behind in the swing. Tom rode flank behind Cathy while Tim Robinson did the same on the other side of the herd, behind Bob. Jack Robinson had charge of the remuda and Emerson, Maria, and Billy rode drag.

As dusk approached the herd had gone almost twelve miles and Emerson was satisfied. Everyone seemed to know their jobs and performed them well. Maria had held up well, although drag was the dustiest place she could have been. From time to time Emerson had seen her cut off steers trying to quit the herd. He found himself admiring her determination. She never questioned his orders when he began the drive. 

Maria had been furious when Emerson told her to ride drag. It wasn't that she felt she shouldn't be expected to handle any riding chore. She just felt Emerson was trying to be rough on her personally. She was determined to do the best job possible and show him he couldn't break her.

It was a two hours into the drive when Billy drifted through the dust and close enough to talk to Maria. "I guess Emerson likes you," he smiled. "You started in the best place."

"I think the dust has gotten to you, Billy. This is the worst job on the drive! He's just trying to teach me humility." Maria was still angry.

"Well, I could be wrong, but usually we switch positions every day. That would mean we will only have half a day of this dust. Tomorrow, those riding drag will to it all day." Billy turned to chase a steer back into the group.

Pedro had dinner ready when Emerson, Maria, and Billy rode up to the camp fire. Pat, Miguel, and Ernie had already finished and were back out circling the herd. The rest were working on their meals.

"I never knew beans and biscuits could taste so good," Cathy spoke as she dished more onto her plate. "I hope I don't gain weight on this trip. If I do, Pedro, it will be your fault."

Pedro, who had not been thrilled being named cook, flashed a big grin. Emerson knew the man would respond to the praise of a pretty girl and enjoy his job a little more. Women did bring certain advantages with them, even on a trail drive.

Tom Gordon stood as he ate. "I hope that saddle gets softer tomorrow! I feel like I won't ever be able to sit again."

Everyone laughed at Tom's discomfort. Billy spoke up, "Tom, it'll get worse before it gets better, but in a couple of days you'll feel like you were born in the saddle."

Maria joined the conversation. "I realize a bath is out of the question, but is there someplace we can clean up a bit? I feel like I have half of New Mexico in my clothes."

"Pedro, every evening when you set up camp, would you stretch a tarp from the wagon out somehow so the ladies can have some privacy." Emerson smiled, "I suspect they are more concerned about those things than these cowboys. Water is our enemy, right men?" 

"Actually, Emerson, I thought I'd jump in every stream and water hole we came across." Tom laughed, "I hope that doesn't mean I'm off the drive."

Emerson knew he had a good crew, if a little unusual, and enjoyed the minutes spent at the camp fire listening to the good humored banter. It was important to keep the morale up on a difficult undertaking and this group had the right balance of youth and experience. If he could stay on top of problems as they appeared, it could be a very successful drive.

Emerson gave out orders for night duty and the next morning. "There will be four shifts of three riders watching the herd every night. Every two hours we'll switch. That should give everyone time to sleep. Decide what shift you want and we will work it that way every night, unless something unforeseen happens."

"The riders will rotate positions on the drive every morning, except Pat will lead and I'll stay at drag for awhile. Breakfast should be done by daylight. Now decide your shifts." Emerson stood by the fire and listened to the various theories as to what shift was the best.

When it was over, Bob, Cathy, and Tom had the shift after Pat, Ernie, and Miguel. Pedro and the Robinsons were next with Maria, Billy and Emerson taking the last.

Maria then surprised Emerson and the others by declaring, " I'll ride drag for a few days. I don't want any favors by starting with a half day." She looked at Emerson. "I can hold up my end."

Billy Hatko laughed at Emerson's confused expression. "I suppose I can survive back there for a while, too. You have to wonder where she gets these ideas, don't you, Emerson?"

Emerson realized he didn't know everything that was going on, but was too tired to attempt to get to the bottom of it. He simply turned and prepared his bedroll.

It seemed like he had just closed his eyes when Pedro was shaking him awake. Emerson sat up and pulled his boots on. Billy was waking up nearby and Maria was standing by the fire, drinking coffee.

Emerson was amazed at how good Maria looked. She showed no effects of the previous day and the short night. "Maria, how can you look so good this time of morning?" Emerson asked before he was fully awake. 

Showing surprise, Maria responded, "Well thank-you, Boss. I bet you say that to all the hands."

Emerson laughed and then looked over at Billy. "I definitely do not! Look at that creature over there. No matter how long we were at sea, he never looked very good."

The three soon were mounted and riding out to the herd. The Robinsons went in to catch a little more sleep while Maria, Billy and Emerson circled the cattle. Emerson found himself considering Maria as he rode. She always seemed to be at odds with him. How did she figure out he was cutting her a break with the drag yesterday? He had seen the quick resentment in her eyes when he first assigned her to it. He thought she may openly question him. Instead, she was determined to show she was as good or better than the next rider. He had to admire her spirit!

The day went much like the previous one, except it seemed much longer. Emerson occasionally rode beside Billy or Maria. Both of them were in good spirits and would talk and smile into the dust. Maria seemed to be friendly and Emerson found himself enjoying an unpleasant job.

Over the next few days, a gradual pattern developed. Emerson noticed that Tom would be near Cathy as they ate at the camp fire. Bob was always eager to please Emerson and constantly asked questions about various methods of fighting. Emerson tried to give some encouragement, but a trail drive allowed little opportunity to give Bob any detailed lessons.

Tom wore a colt, as did all the men, and occasionally asked Emerson about learning to draw it fast. "Tom, I hope you never have to use that gun on a man, but if you do, remember accuracy is more important than speed. Make your first shot count. I've heard a few stories of how a fast man was killed by a slower one that shot straight. The thing is keep your nerve. Concentrate on the job and don't think about anything else. That's about the best advice I can give you," Emerson finished.

The Robinsons did their work and were quiet men, keeping to themselves and the older men seemed to be comfortable with each other. Billy was fun for everyone and had no pattern at meal times. He spent a lot of time with Bob, especially after he explained how he had shown Emerson most of what Emerson knew. More than a few times Emerson watched Billy holding his fists up and gesturing to Bob to try to match Billy's movements. Emerson smiled as he thought how delighted Billy was to have someone that wanted to listen to him.

Maria was friendly enough and she and Emerson often would sit near each other while they ate. Emerson noticed that they developed a habit of glancing at each other when someone would make a wild statement or discuss a difficult situation. He realized he would look to see Maria's thoughts and she would do the same with him.

On the fourth night as Emerson rode to the camp fire Pat Casey was there to meet him. "Emerson, there is a water hole ahead about ten miles and I rode up and checked on it. We've been lucky so far and this is a big place with plenty of water. The problem is some poor Mexican has decided to live there and has a garden near the water. We'll never be able to keep the cattle from destroying it. They will be thirsty and we won't have much control of them when they smell the water. What do you want to do?" Pat was glad to let Emerson make the decision.

"Pat, I'll head out early and talk to him. No one plants a garden along the only water within a day's ride. I guess he thought no one would try this trail again. You bring the cattle as usual." Emerson was concerned but showed no sign of it.

"If you don't mind, Boss, I'll go with you." It was Maria. I deserve some time away from the wrong end of these cattle and this man may not speak English. As you are aware, I am part Spanish and can speak it fluently. I want to see how you handle this situation."

Emerson smiled and gave Billy, who was about to speak, a warning look. "I hadn't thought of that. Of course you should go with me. Billy, take care of things back there."

The next day saw Emerson and Maria in the saddle before full light. Emerson was very aware of the girl riding with him, but tried to think about the man at the water hole. Maria had different ideas.

"Emerson, you really haven't said much about the places you've been and the things you've seen. Billy talks about a lot of things, but I would like to hear what you have to say. Mother said you told her some very interesting stories about your travels."

Emerson looked at Maria and saw she was truly interested. "Maria, I didn't realize you were interested. Ask me questions and I will try to answer them."

The next hour passed quickly as the two talked about the world in which they lived. Maria was fascinated with Emerson's experiences in lands she had not even known existed. He had the ability to describe places so she could see them in her mind. Maria realized as they rode that she had never enjoyed spending time with anyone as much as she had the past hour. 

"Emerson, since you have traveled so much, where do you think the most beautiful women in the world are?" Maria was curious about Emerson's experience with the fairer sex. A man as attractive as he was had to have had women interested in him. "I've heard of the elegance of England and France and the skin and figures of girls on different islands in the Pacific. What is your honest opinion?" .

Emerson didn't answer for a minute and Maria began to wonder if he would. Finally, he turned and looked at her. "Maria, I have answered all your questions as honestly as I could, but I think this will have to end this session. I have seen lovely girls in all parts of the world. They aren't limited to any geographical area. To answer your last question, and I didn't bring the subject up, the most beautiful woman I have ever seen in my travels was covered with dust on an obscure trail in the heart of New Mexico Territory." Emerson then faced ahead and seemed to study the trail. 

Maria flushed. She had not expected that response! She could think of nothing to say so she remained quiet. She knew Emerson had revealed a part of himself that he normally kept concealed, and the woman in her responded to it. What a way to dig out the best compliment she had ever received, and from Emerson Trask of all people!

Riding in silence, they topped a rise and saw the water a half mile ahead. It was a good sized body of water for this country, probably covering several acres. They could see a small shack to the east of the water with a garden between it and the water.

As they rode up, a Mexican in his late twenties emerged from the shack, an old rifle under his arm. Emerson looked around as Maria spoke to the man in Spanish. He noticed small toys near the shack and a few flowers growing along side it. This man would have a woman and at least one child here. 

The garden showed signs of much effort but was not doing very well. Emerson could see that the soil here would not support much other that grass and weeds. The man was fighting a losing battle.

"Emerson, he says this is his place and his water. We are welcomed to water our animals but not to trample his garden. Cattle must stay at the far side of the pool. I told him our herd was too large and we would not be able to promise the safety of the garden. He says he will shoot any thing that approaches it. He needs it all for the winter." Maria finished the translation and added, "I would hate to try to make it through the winter on what this man is cultivating."

"Ask him if he will accept fifty dollars American and three steers for everything in his garden. Tell him that is my best offer, but if he finds his way to Miguel Hernandez' ranch near Morgantown, he will be offered a job and a home for him and his family." Emerson added, "Also tell him he must decide soon."

Maria looked at Emerson. "You sure drive a hard bargain. Everything here wouldn't be worth twenty dollars, and he never said he had a family, but I'll tell him."

As Maria spoke to the man he became excited and nodded his head vigorously. It was a deal. As Emerson took out some gold pieces to give the man, a young woman, obviously pregnant, and a little boy emerged from inside the shack. They were all smiling. 

Maria turned to Emerson, "You were right about his family! How did you know-." She fell silent as she watched Emerson dig something from his saddlebag and toss it to the boy. The child deftly caught it, looked at it briefly, and put it in his mouth. "Emerson, what was that?"

Smiling, Emerson looked at Maria. "I always carry some hard candy with me for situations like this. Kids love it. I always did."

It was then they heard the bawling of the cattle and turned to see them topping the rise half a mile distant. Soon the entire ridge was filled with running animals as they sensed the water. There was no controlling them, nor was there any need to do so.

Maria looked at Emerson and laughed. "That sure is a nice sight, especially since we aren't eating all that dust this time. You solved that problem, although it was a bit expensive. Why did you offer so much?"

Emerson watched the herd wade into the water as he spoke, "This man has a family. The garden was mighty humble but it represented a man's effort to provide for them. Now he has something to show his woman for his effort. That leaves him with his pride. Take that from a man and he has nothing. If it came to fighting, how good would we feel to leave a child and a pregnant woman here to face the elements? I'd rather give him the entire herd than wrong, or possibly kill, a man trying to take care of his family."

The rest of the crew rode up. Pat Casey looked at the smiles on the faces of the family, even as the cattle began to destroy the garden.

"I would have to guess that you took care of this situation. He looks like the cat that swallowed the canary." With that Pat gestured to the Mexican. "I didn't realize he had a family. How did you do it?

Maria answered before Emerson could speak. "He drove a hard bargain, and got this man to accept fifty dollars in gold coins and three steers from the herd as well as a promise of a home and employment at Hernandez' place."

Pat Casey looked at Emerson for a time then nodded. "That is little enough to give a man when you are going to do something that could ruin, or take, his life. Keep track of these expenses and we'll settle at the end of the drive. Good job."

Emerson decided to let the herd stay near the water the rest of the day. Pat told him it would be getting drier for the sixty miles or so and thirsty animals lost weight.

The chuck wagon set up near the water and everyone ate together as the cattle all grazed nearby. Cathy and Tom had been riding drag and were talking about that particular piece of hell. Emerson once again found Maria's eyes and a smile as the crew listened to their complaints.

"As soon as I finish this meal I am going to go jump in that water hole!" Tom stated. "I must have twenty pounds of dust stuck to me. How could you stand it, Emerson?"

Cathy was equally vocal. "Maria, you take a bath when your hands get dirty. I can't see how you could have ridden drag all these days. It must have been awful!"

Soon after finishing his meal, Tom walked to water's edge, peeled off his shirt and boots and waded into the murky water and sat down. Soon he produced a bar of soap and began to wash the grime from his torso. Bob watched for a few minutes and then joined him. Within a few minutes Billy and Emerson were splashing and scrubbing themselves.

Cathy watched as long as she could and then removed her boots and joined the men, fully clothed. "I guess it is a good thing Dad didn't come," she laughed as she washed her hair. "I don't know what he would think of this, but it sure feels better! Come on Maria, the water isn't that great but it beats the dust we've been eating."

Maria declined, "My father did come, remember? I'll bring some water to the wagon and clean up, thanks.

Emerson left the water and went back to the camp, dug some dry pants out of his warbag. He disappeared from sight for a minute and returned to place his wet pants on a rock in the sun to dry. Maria was conversing with the Mexican man from the nearby shack. 

Emerson had prevented Billy from telling Maria that he, Emerson, was fluent in Spanish. He was easily able to understand what the man was telling Maria. 

He told her about Gustin's gang. They centered their activities in a wide spot in the road called Palma. They were very dangerous, especially to women, the Mexican told Maria. Cathy and Maria could expect no mercy from that gang. Joe Miller and Mike Tuleya were riding with Gustin, along with eight or nine others, including a renegade Apache. The Mexican advised that the women turn back.

Maria finished listening to the man and turned to Emerson. "He is telling me that Gustin has Joe Miller and Mike Tuleya riding with him, as well as an Apache and eight or nine others. They have been spreading fear over a big piece of New Mexico."

Emerson knew Maria deliberately neglected to repeat the part about the particular danger women were in. Thinking about Maria and Cathy falling into the hands of men like that caused Emerson to shudder. He would do everything in his power to prevent that!

The next two days passed uneventfully. Emerson managed to tell the men about the Gustin gang and to be particularly alert. He also passed along the possibility of the women being in danger, but asked them to keep that part from the girls.

Pat and Tom both voiced their concerns to Emerson. "I know exactly how you both feel," Emerson responded. "Make it a point to always have them in sight. They are far more important than the cattle. I can assure you that I am prepared to fight to the death for those girls. I think you feel the same. In fact, every man in this crew has come to feel that way. Keep your rifles handy and your eyes open."

The next day began sunny, but by mid afternoon it became evident that a major storm was brewing. As they rode, the clouds built up, growing darker by the minute.




In My Life Ch. 03



Emerson rode to the front and told Pat and Pedro to find a suitable place for a camp, that they would stop early and be ready for the storm. The cattle were becoming increasingly nervous.

Riding back, he told Bob to be ready to get out of the way if the animals began to stampede. Emerson told him to pass word back to the other riders on that side of the herd. By this time it was prematurely dusk and Emerson started his gelding through the herd to speak to Maria and the other riders on the far side. He was half way across the sea of cattle when a bolt of lightning struck the hill half a mile behind him. Dirt and rock flew through the air and the clap of thunder was deafening.

The entire herd, of a single mind, swung away from the blast and began to run. Emerson was caught in it and his horse began to stretch out. Ahead, Emerson saw Maria swing her horse and race for safety. While his position was dangerous, Emerson felt relief seeing Maria removing herself from harm's way.

Lightning was frequent and was the only way anything was visible, it had grown so dark. The herd was running full speed and Emerson knew the cattle would simply run until they became too tired to go on. In the next flash he saw Maria's horse go down hard! In the dark it must have tripped or stepped into a hole. As the sky lit up again Emerson saw the horse without the rider running for safety. Feeling his gut tighten, he turned his horse toward the place Maria had fallen. Cattle were everywhere and he had to force his horse to fight through the stampede. Emerson could hear the horns of the cattle cracking against each other as the herd surged.

Emerson felt a jolt in his right leg. A big steer had stumbled. As it regained its footing the tip of its horn had torn his pants and gouged his thigh. Emerson found himself hoping his mount wouldn't suffer a similar fate. He had heard of horses being disemboweled by longhorns in a stampede.

Emerson well knew the fate that waited anyone on foot in front of these terrified beasts. Maria had only one small chance, and that was for him to reach her before the herd did.

On the knoll they had reached, Pat Casey and Pedro watched the scene unfold in horror. On the trail a quarter mile back, Bob, Tom, and Cathy sat their horses, mesmerized by the drama in front of them. They were safe with the herd going away from them, but in the flashes of lightning they saw Emerson riding in the stampede and Maria fleeing from it.

Cathy was fighting to remain calm. "Emerson, ride that horse! Maria, get out of there fast! Did Maria's horse go down? That herd is headed right at her! God help her!" she cried. The men with her were silent, caught in the drama of nature and man.

As they watched Emerson worked his way through the herd. With every flash they could see his horse inching up on the leaders of the stampede. Maria was on her feet facing the herd. There was no where for her to go. No one could have possibly outrun the herd and it was too wide to get around.

It was Tom that spoke, "Emerson sees her! Even fighting that stampede, he is trying to get to Maria! I don't know if he can get there in time, but he sure as Hell is going for it!"

In the next flash the group gave a collective gasp as Emerson's horse tripped and went to its front knees. The ensuing flash seemed to take forever. When it came Emerson was still mounted and his gelding was at the front of the thundering herd.

Cathy Jordan's voice was filled with the emotion they all felt. "That man can ride! He could swing to the side and be safe, but I know where he's headed. He is Maria's only chance and he knows it! He'll die before he lets her get hurt!"

Maria had seen the herd swing in her direction and knew what it meant. She turned her horse and gave it its head. She was beginning to feel safer when her mount stepped in a hole and went over. Maria hit the ground very hard and was stunned. Still, the danger she faced seemed to keep her conscious. She got back to her feet and looked around. To her left was a rock about two feet high and three across. She climbed on it and turned to face the herd. The sight was awe inspiring as the cattle raced toward her. She knew she could not outrun the danger so she stood and faced it.

It was in a lightning flash that she saw Emerson, bucking the herd and trying to beat the stampede to her. Even as the flood of hooves and horns swept toward her, Maria realized that she was not surprised. When she had climbed that rock she was instinctively looking for Emerson, and he was doing his best.

Her heart sank when she saw his horse trip. For the first time she understood that not only was her life in grave danger, but Emerson's was as well. Maria knew fear, and it wasn't for herself.

In the next flash, Emerson was still mounted and pulling ahead of the herd. Maria waved her arms and readied herself to jump onto Emerson's horse.

When Emerson's horse tripped, he pulled the reins up hard, trying to bring his gelding back to his feet. The horse responded and Emerson broke out of the stampede and raced for Maria. He wasn't far in front and dared not stop his horse. Lightning flashed again just as he reached Maria. She stood with her arm out, ready for Emerson to grab her. It turned dark as he reached for her, but he relied on his senses to remember the location of her arm. 

Emerson felt his hand close on Maria's wrist and she held on to his. Then using all his strength, as the gelding kept running, he swung her onto the horse. Maria's arms circled his waist and they raced for safety.

The lightning had stopped. The last flash had occurred as Emerson approached Maria. Cathy, Bob, and Tom still sat their horses totally exhausted, from watching the events unfold. Billy rode up to them. Obviously, he had been a spectator as well.

"Have you ever seen riding like that? That man can do things others would never even dream of! It tired me out just watching it." Billy seemed to be catching his breath.

"Billy, we couldn't tell if Emerson got Maria away from there in time." It was Cathy and her concern was apparent. "Did you see if they made it? Are they okay?"

"I saw as much as you did. I watched a man ride into Hell to save the life of a beautiful girl. After getting through that herd, could you doubt Emerson would get her out of there? I know him. They made it."

As they talked, the rains came. By the time they dug out their slickers, they were soaked. Seeing the light of the camp fire, the group headed that way.

Upon their arrival, they found all present except Maria, Emerson and the Robinson brothers. Miguel was talking to Pat Casey. "I saw it all! They will be all right. We should keep a good fire going and wait for them to find us. It is so dark now you can't see your hand in front of your face. Be patient. The fire will bring them to us."

Ernie Hooker was there and added, "He's right, Pat. I saw it too, and I'll be damned if I ever saw it's like! That man will do! I saw Tim Robinson get away all right. He's probably helping his brother with the remuda. They will see the fire, too. We should get something to eat and wait."

Emerson didn't have to ride too far after picking up Maria. With the lightning over, the tired cattle soon began to slow down. Maria's grip on his waist was lessening, so he stopped and spoke for the first time.

"Maria, are you all right? That was some time you just had! Can you ride?" Her silence worried Emerson.

Finally Maria weakly answered, "I feel kind of dizzy and I can't hang on very well. I'm afraid I'm not much help to you."

Emerson turned in the saddle and lifted Maria around in front of himself. She felt cold and was shivering. He next dug his slicker out and wrapped her in it. Then holding her in his arms he tried to get his bearings in the blackness.

"I'm not really sure where the camp is, but I'll try to find a high spot and look for the fire." Emerson reassured Maria. "We'll be back at camp in no time. I'll bet your dad is worried." As he finished speaking, it began to rain.

It only took a few minutes of riding and Emerson found the light from the camp fire. He was surprised at how far away the camp was, but began to work back to it. The rain had lessened to become a steady drizzle. Soaked to the bone, Emerson held Maria and rode on.

"I knew you would come for me." It surprised Emerson when she spoke. He thought she had fallen asleep. "I was only afraid when I saw your horse stumble. I thought you would be killed."

Emerson tried to soothe her. "Maria, it is all over. You will be fine in the morning, so just relax."

Maria was in an odd mood and kept talking. "When you left Morgantown, I used to write letters to myself pretending they were from you. I wondered where you were and what you were doing. You really hurt me the day before you left, you know? Then it hurt even worse after you left. I cried for days."

Emerson disliked himself then. Why had he been so miserable? "Maria, I was a confused young man, a boy. I wanted you to notice me, so I was cruel to you. I was too shy and misguided to ever allow my true feelings to show. I don't blame you for hating me." 

"That sounds good, but how can I hate you? You won't give me any reasons. You just saved my life. Even when you gave me reasons, I never really hated you, although I wanted to!" 

Maria continued, "I have embarrassed myself. I bet you had such a time sailing that you forgot all about me. Billy says you were popular with the girls."

"Billy always talked too much. I had you in my thoughts for eight years. Two years ago, I bought an expensive ring and whenever someone asked me about girlfriends, I would show it to them and talk about the sweetheart I had at home and how the ring was for her. Now that I'm back I have a small pocket sewn into my left boot. I carry it there for luck, which has been with me so far."

Maria was silent and Emerson felt awkward. "I guess I embarrassed myself. We are getting close to the camp. It won't be long now."

Maria pulled the slicker off her head and looked up at Emerson. "I really do thank you for everything. You were great!" With that she reached up and kissed Emerson on the lips. "That will have to do until you can be better paid, Mr. Trask."

Emerson rode on, holding Maria a bit tighter. His thigh was beginning to ache, and he knew blood was trickling down his leg. He was cold and wet, but wished the ride would last forever. This beautiful girl in his arms made all the discomfort disappear.

Everyone was sitting around the camp fire, their meals long finished. The worry on Pat Casey's face seemed to set the mood. Finally, Pat stood up and declared, "The rain is about done and it will be getting lighter. I'm going to look for those two." Suddenly, his manner changed. "I hear a horse coming!"

Everyone was standing when Emerson rode into the light. He still had Maria wrapped in the slicker. Pat Casey walked up to Emerson's horse, fearing the worse.

"Emerson, how bad is she?' His voice was heavy with emotion.

Hearing her father, Maria pulled the slicker from her head. "Dad, you don't think Emerson would let anything happen to me? I'm banged up a little and I had to listen to this cowboy try to sweet talk me, but I'm feeling pretty good."

Pat Casey gave out a cry and took her in his arms. "I saw the whole thing. I guess all of us did. Everybody said Emerson had done the job, but I was so worried! Thank God you are okay!"

In the light of the fire a big knot showed on Maria's head. Billy Hatko looked at it. "I've seen people receive blows like that. It can leave a person confused. Sometimes they seem drunk. She'll be all right, but she will have a sore head in the morning." 

Bob and Tom stood by Emerson as he warmed by the fire. Bob spoke for everyone. "Emerson, we watched that piece of work this evening. The lightning stopped before we could tell if you got to Maria in time, but we were all sure you did. I just want to say I'll ride with you anywhere, anytime!"

Cathy helped Maria to the small tent Pedro had fashioned. "I am going to get this girl warm, fed and to sleep. She's had one heck of a night!"

Pat Casey walked over to where Emerson stood. He held out his hand and told Emerson as they shook, "That girl is everything to her mother and me. I can't say enough. Thanks!"

Everyone there knew that Pat Casey had said it all. The feelings Pat had would be expressed in deeds over the years. Emerson had made a friend that would last.

Maria was lying on the bedroll listening to the conversation as Cathy prepared some food for her. She was still trembling from the cold, excitement, and the blow to her head. 

She heard Bob exclaim, "Emerson! Look at your leg! You're bleeding like a stuck pig!"

Emerson's response was barely audible. "Not so loud, Bob. It isn't a big deal. Don't distress Maria any more than she already is."

Maria sat up and looked from her shelter. Emerson was standing by the fire, not ten feet from her. She could see the tear in his pant leg and the blood-soaked material.

Maria spoke his name, and he immediately came to her. "Are you going to be okay? You didn't tell me you were hurt, and I never thought to ask. I'm sorry. Should I take some stitches?"

"Maria, I am fine. I'll clean it up and Billy will look at it. It isn't deep, but if it requires sewing, Billy is adept at it. You have to eat and get some sleep. You were injured worse than I was."

With that Maria took the food Cathy was now handing to her and ate. Soon she was asleep.

The next morning saw the crew gathering the scattered herd. By midmorning they were on the trail. Cathy had stayed with Maria, who was still feeling groggy from the blow on her head. The two girls were on their mounts, ready to travel by the time the herd was gathered.

Around mid afternoon, Maria approached Emerson as he rode drag. She looked pail and the bump on her head had developed a purplish hue.

"Maria, are you all right?" Emerson's concern was obvious. "You should ride with Pedro for a day or two. We can handle this."

"I wanted to see how your leg was. You don't think my efforts are important? I'm not needed?" Maria asked.

Emerson looked at Maria and tried to form an answer. Before he could Maria was laughing at him.

"Emerson, I was having a little fun. I wanted to thank you for yesterday. I know how close that was, for both of us." Maria was serious. "I babbled a lot and I wanted to be sure you knew that I said some things I didn't mean-"

"You don't have to explain. I understand." Emerson cut in.

"Emerson, let me finish. I said things I didn't mean to say, although I may have meant them. I usually keep things like that to myself. I didn't say anything untrue. Do you see the difference?" asked Maria.

Emerson nodded and looked into Maria's eyes. "I do, and thanks for clearing that up. It makes me feel better, and my leg is fine."

Maria rode close to Emerson. "I did mean this," she smiled as she leaned over and kissed Emerson on the lips. "Emerson, thanks!"

"I feel like I should be thanking you!" Emerson laughed. "Maria, you know I will always help you any way I can."

"That is beginning to become clear, and it means a great deal to me. Do you want to check my lump?" Maria asked as she again rode close. The horses stood so the riders legs were touching.

Emerson smiled as he took her face in his hand and closely scanned Maria's forehead. Her eyes were closed and he took longer than neccessary. Maria opened her eyes to see the emotion on Emerson's face. She thrilled at what she saw. 

"Do I look terrible?"

"No, you are lovely," Emerson responded.

"Is that a medical opinion?" Maria asked. "Did you even look at my bruise?"

Emerson laughed, "What bruise is that? I couldn't get past your beauty."

"I have to get back or Cathy will worry. She has reason to do so, with a sweet talking cowboy hanging around me. I'll see you at dinner."

That evening Pat Casey spoke to Emerson when he felt no one could hear. "Emerson, the next few days will tell the story. We are heading into the area Gustin's gang controls. I saw a rider yesterday morning. He said he heard Joe Miller and Mike Tuleya are in with Gustin. Those three are trouble enough without the rest of those hardcases, including some damned Apache. This could get pretty hot!"

"I've heard the same stories. We will try to cover as much ground as possible and hope Gustin is on one of his raids in Texas or down toward Mexico. He may be hundreds of miles away. Just the same, keep a close eye on the girls and keep your guns ready."

Emerson returned to the fire and spoke to the entire crew. "We are going to be in Gustin's general territory in a couple of days. I want everyone armed all the time and with lots of ammunition. That includes Cathy and Maria. I don't want anyone riding off alone. Gustin could be on a raid, hundreds of miles away, but we must be prepared."

"Tomorrow, we will stop early, near where we exit these hills. We can rest up some. I want to cover a lot of ground the following three days. We will be vulnerable to attack on the flats where it will be easier to stampede the herd in all directions. We should be past Palma before Gustin even realizes we were in the area."

Emerson made a point of talking to each man individually that evening, telling each the same. When he spoke to Bob and Tom, he could see the excitement in their faces. "I want you to be sure you know where the girls are all the time. These men are dangerous for all of us, but especially for the women. We will protect them at all costs. Don't ever think you have to choose between the herd and them. They are our first priority."

"Emerson, you are worried. You don't think Gustin is away somewhere on a raid, do you?" It was Bob speaking. "You are expecting a fight!" 

"Bob, I don't have much faith in luck. We have a large herd leaving lots of sign and making a lot of dust. It would be a great haul for Gustin. We would be foolish not to expect trouble."

Tom had been quiet. "Emerson, you will be able to count on me. I'm much more comfortable with a gun and a horse than I was a week ago. I'll be there when the chips are down. We already know Bob is a fighter, so let Gustin come!"

"That sounds good, Tom, but we would rather avoid trouble. It isn't very pleasant shooting a man, and it is even worse to be shot. Remember to make your shots count. That is more important than shooting fast."

Emerson then spoke to Cathy and Maria. "Girls, I was serious about you being armed. Do you have any weapons?"

"Dad gave me his rifle when we left," Cathy responded. "I'll dig it out of the chuck wagon tonight. If I have to, I can shoot. Ask Bob."

"I believe you! I haven't seen any man, woman, or child from Texas that can't," Emerson laughed. "Maria do you have a rifle?"

Maria answered, "Dad just gave me one. I don't really want to use it, but I'll be ready if it's needed. Do you think we will have trouble?"

"Maria, I hope not, but we must be ready for it. I want you girls to always ride close to another member of the crew. It also wouldn't hurt if you two laid a bit low. By that, I mean I'd rather it wasn't obvious we have two lovely girls with us."

"Listen to this guy!" It was Cathy. "I didn't think our feminine charms were too apparent these days, but I'll start keeping my hair under my hat. Do we have to stay real close to you, Mr. Trask? I may enjoy this!"

"You are something," Emerson laughed. "Of course, that would be my first choice, but I may not be available all the time. Stay near someone, and that's a good idea about your hair."

Billy listened to Emerson as he explained his concerns. "I was thinking along the same lines, Emerson. They are two of the prettiest and nicest girls I've ever come across. I know how you feel and I'll be ready. Didn't I see Maria giving you a big kiss today? I guess she doesn't hate you so bad after all."




In My Life Ch. 03



Emerson colored. "Billy, if you paid as much attention to your own business as you do to everyone else's, you'd be a millionaire by now. That was just an expression of gratitude."

"In that case," Billy smiled, "I'm sure going to try to get that girl in my debt. That's better payment than gold."

The following morning Emerson was pleased to see the girls rode with their hair tucked under their hats, although he knew a person would have to be a fair distance away to mistake them for men. Those two were very much female.

The herd had settled into a routine and the drive was going well. Emerson was confident that if he could get past Gustin the drive would succeed.

It was about an hour before Emerson expected to reach the night's campground when Tom Gordon rode up to him. "Emerson, it's probably okay, but I wanted to be sure you knew. The girls headed off to catch Pedro. They said the herd was going good and they were going to surprise everyone with something to eat besides beans. Do you think they will be all right?"

Emerson was immediately annoyed. They probably would have no problems, but they had gone alone! How could he be certain? 

"Tom, I think we'll ride on ahead and catch them. This is exactly what I did not want them to do, regardless of the reason."

Emerson took off at a fast trot with Tom close behind. In twenty minutes of hard riding they found where Pedro had set up camp and the girls' horses were there. Still a half mile distant, Emerson felt relief. He would give them the lecture of their lives! 

Tom called to him and Emerson looked his way. Tom was pointing to a break in the rocks near the base of a mountain. Emerging from the opening were four armed men. They were headed for the camp and were about the same distance away from it as Emerson and Tom.

Emerson opened his gelding up and Tom followed suit. The two pulled into camp just ahead of the small group of armed men. Emerson dismounted and walked to the fire and stood facing the approaching riders. Tom came up on Emerson's left.

As the four got close they stopped their mounts and sat looking the situation over. Emerson knew the leader had to be Gustin. He was a big man, in his forties with a surprisingly friendly smile. To his right was a Mexican, dressed in black and silver. Long hair flowed from under his hat. He didn't bother to try a smile and showed contempt as he faced Tom and Emerson. 

The other two had to be Miller and Tuleya. Emerson had heard descriptions of the two. Miller was a slight man, blonde to point of almost being an albino. He wore a mustache as light as the rest of his hair. He was around thirty and was one of those people that always seemed nervous and on edge. Tuleya was dark in complexion and hair. He was much larger than Miller and looked almost jovial. Emerson knew that he was anything but that, and regarded the group closely.

The four men dismounted and walked to the fire, stopping across from Emerson and Tom. It was at this time the two girls emerged from the small tent Pedro had placed for them by the chuck wagon.

They had seen Tom and Emerson ride up and knew they were in for a dressing down, but both felt justified in their actions. It began when Maria thought it would be nice to cook a 'real meal', as she called it She then persuaded Cathy. "This is our last chance to have a decent meal," Maria had told Cathy. "We are safe enough today. The real danger starts tomorrow. Think how much everyone will appreciate a good meal."

Cathy had been dubious. "You know what Emerson said. He might get pretty upset."

Maria responded, "What can he do? Spank us? Come on Cathy, let's do it." 

Cathy had relented, but insisted Tom be told of their plans. Maria chided her as they rode. "You seem to spend a lot of time with Tom. Is there something there?"

"I am surprised you noticed, the way you watch Emerson all the time. I happen to think Tom is nice. The more I see of him, the more I realize he is better than I had thought."

As soon as they reached the chuck wagon the two appraised Pedro of their plans. Since he would have a good meal and only have to gather wood for a fire, he gladly agreed.

The girls ducked into their shelter and quickly cleaned up. Both washed their faces and hands, removed their hats and combed their hair. At this point, they heard horses and glanced out to see Emerson and Tom riding fast to the camp.

"We are in for it now," Cathy told Maria. "Did you see how fast they rode up? Emerson must be mad!" 

"Well, I am not afraid of any man," Maria answered. "We will stick to our plans and make a nice meal, for a change. That will take care of any ill feelings fast."

The two women failed to hear the other riders approach from their blind side. When they stepped out of the shelter, it was to find Emerson and Tom facing four men across the fire.

They saw the strangers react to their presence. Their mouths all dropped and they became openly agitated. Maria realized these men were like animals and there would be trouble. Both girls stopped and stood very still. 

"Good God!" Bob Gustin exclaimed. "Will you look at that! Boys, this is our lucky day!"

"If you don't mind, Gustin, I'd like that dark-haired one first." It was Miller and his eyes practically glowed as he watched Maria.

"Boys, you know I'll be fair. First, I think we should talk to these gents. They may have something to say." Gustin gave a quick laugh as he finished.

Emerson stood still, watching the four. It was his to do. These men would try to kill Tom and him, and take the girls and the cattle. There were only four of them here, but there had to be more close by. Swiftly calculating their chances, Emerson knew how bleak it was. Still, it was fortunate that Gustin did not have his entire gang with him. Emerson determined he would never let them join forces. His best chance was to take as many of these men as he could right now.

Tom followed Emerson's lead. Maria and Cathy remained silent. They had heard the comments and knew what these men planned.

"This is a quiet bunch," Gustin finally spoke. "We are here to tell you we are going to cut your herd for any of my cattle. While we are at it, I think these ladies will want to go with us. Isn't that so, girls, or would you rather we kill these cowboys right here and now?"

There it was. Maria knew they would shoot Emerson and Tom if they didn't agree to go with them. She also knew Emerson would die before he would let those brutes have her and Cathy. She had placed them all in a horrible position!

It was Emerson that spoke. "You are Gustin? You don't have any cattle and you certainly aren't going to cut this herd. And," Emerson emphasized his next sentence," You'll rot in Hell before you ever touch one of these girls!"

Gustin gave that friendly smile. "Mister, I am Bob Gustin and I have eight men on a flat on that mountain watching us right now. All I have to do is signal them and they'll be here in a couple of minutes. Now do you have a crew that can handle a dozen fighting men?"

"The crew will only have to handle eight and yes, they are up to it." Emerson answered. Emerson took a half step closer and asked, "Gustin, do you think you are up to it?"

Gustin was confused. "Why do you think they'll only have eight to worry about? You can bet we'll be with them."

"I'm betting you won't be, Gustin. So far you've talked a lot but haven't done much to back it up. Talk is cheap," Emerson smiled at Gustin across the fire.

It was Tuleya that spoke, "For Christ's sake, Gustin! He means to take us out of the play, here and now!"

"Who are you?" Gustin had lost his smile. "You don't look like anybody I ever heard of. I think you're just desperate. I'm going to signal my men to come down." 

"The next move you make better be for your gun, Gustin. I can't let you get together with the rest of your scum. You've made your talk, now it's time to back it up!" Emerson goaded the outlaw leader.

Maria stood still, sensing that death was at hand. She marveled at Emerson's nerve and confidence. Even as she felt fear unlike any she had ever experienced before, she admired Emerson. He was a man, as her father would say. He faced Gustin and his outlaws and showed no fear. He had even challenged them!

Tom Gordon knew he was facing some very salty men and he had thoughts of dying. He was amazed that he had no fear. These men were out to rape and plunder and he and Emerson were the only ones that were near enough to stop them. If he died in these hills, it would be with honor. He considered that and knew it was better than living in shame. He felt pride. Emerson needed help and he was the man standing beside him with his life in the balance. At this point, he had no doubt that Emerson's intention was to shoot it out with these outlaws!

Maria, too, understood what was about to happen. Emerson was going to improve the odds for the others and possibly give the women an opportunity to survive, even at the cost of his life. She watched the scene unfold in horror.

Cathy Jordan recognized the situation as being bleak, and decided Tom and Emerson would not be able to handle all four men. She glanced around and located her rifle, leaning against the wagon, not five feet away. Quickly, she made her plans.

Cathy felt pride in the courage of the two men from Morgantown. Tom was showing more nerve than most. Few would back Emerson in this hand. Gustin seemed to hold all the cards. Yet Tom did not waver, and Cathy knew he was willing to die for her and Maria. She promised herself that she would never question Tom's courage again, if they both survived this situation. Thinking about her rifle, Cathy knew that she was going to have a say in who was left standing.

Gustin gave the group by the fire his best smile, "There's no need to get all worked up. We were just-" and he went for his gun.

Emerson had sized up the group and decided Miller and Tuleya were the most serious threat. He would concentrate on them. He was glad to have Tom side him, but knew Tom would never be able to take the other two. It was a tough situation. His intention was to get as many as possible and hope the rest of the crew would show up in time to help the girls.

His hands shot down and came up blazing. He was putting lead into Miller and Tuleya as fast as he could thumb back the hammer. The button Emerson had focused on disappeared on Miller's shirt. Tuleya's shirt pocket turned crimson and both men staggered backward. 

As he was firing, Emerson saw the Mexican go down and realized Tom had done his job. A blow smashed Emerson's right shoulder and he was turned part way around. He brought up his left hand gun and pointed it at Gustin only to see Gustin's chest turn red and his arms flail wildly. Then Emerson saw Gustin take another slug in the chest and drop over backward. Turning he saw Cathy Jordan levering another shell into her rifle.

Tom concentrated on Emerson's advice. He had to make his first shot count! When Gustin started the dance, Tom had already decided to try for the long-haired Mexican. Tom was bringing his colt up when he saw flame and felt the bullet go by his head. Tom leveled his gun and shot, just before his man fired for the second time. Tom's aim was true and the Mexican took one in the heart, but not before his second shot took the hat off Tom Gordon's head. Tom went down in a heap.

Cathy grabbed for her rifle when the shooting started. Turning back she saw Tom and the Mexican both drop and Emerson hit by a bullet of Gustin's. Feeling a hatred she had never before experienced, she shot Gustin in the chest. Working the lever, she fired again and then ejected the spent shell and replaced it with a fresh one, waiting.

Emerson began dumping spent cartridges from his left hand gun as he surveyed the scene. Unable able to use his right arm, it took longer than usual. He holstered that colt and reached over and removed the gun from his right hand and reloaded that. 

By this time Cathy was at Tom's side, looking at his head wound. With a sigh of relief, she told Emerson, "He's still alive, but it looks like a slug dug a furrow in his head. I think he should be all right if I can stop the bleeding."

Maria was close to Emerson. "You've been shot! Look at your shoulder, and your leg!"

Emerson had not known he was hit in the leg, but when Maria mentioned it he noticed his right leg was weak. He had been hit in the thigh, near the spot the steer had gouged. The bullet had passed through, but he was bleeding from both wounds.

He staggered as he took a step and Maria came closer and placed his good arm around her shoulders. 

"I want you girls to get out of here, fast! The rest of Gustin's crew watched that whole thing and will be high tailing it down that mountain right now."

"Emerson, Tom needs care. I guess I'll stay here with him." It was Cathy. Emerson suddenly realized he would never get Cathy to leave Tom. 

He nodded to Cathy. "Then get him under the wagon and have your rifle loaded and ready." Pedro came puffing into camp, his arms full of wood and his eyes popping. "Pedro, stay with Cathy and Tom." Emerson was trying to think through the pain that was beginning to flood his body.

"Maria, ride for the crew and get them back here pronto! I'm going to try to beat the rest of Gustin's bunch to that wash I saw these four come from. If I can beat them there, I can hold them off for awhile. Help me back to my horse and then get on Tom's and ride!"

Mounting his gelding was difficult, but with Maria's help he made it. Maria then jumped on Tom's mount.

"There is no sense telling you to be careful. Just stay alive, for me, please." Maria told Emerson and then wheeled her horse and headed out on a dead run.

It seemed like it took forever, but just over a mile out, Maria saw the crew riding in a group, headed in her direction. She pulled up as they approached. 

Pat Casey was white as he questioned Maria. "We heard shooting. Where have you been hit?"

Maria glanced at her shirt and saw it was covered with blood. Her father thought she had been shot! "I wasn't hit. Tom and Emerson shot it out with Gustin and three of his men. Gustin's bunch is dead, but Tom and Emerson were hit. This is Emerson's blood. Gustin said the rest of his gang would come off that mountain, so Emerson rode to a wash to try to hold them off. He is seriously wounded and needs help!"

Then, as if to emphasize her words, gunfire reached their ears. Without another word, Miguel spurred his horse in that direction, and the rest followed suit. Maria turned Tom's tired mount and headed after them as fast as she could.

Emerson knew he had lost much blood and was weakening as he rode. Still, he had no choice. If he could get to that bottleneck before Gustin's bunch, he could hold them off for a while. Emerson knew his crew had to have heard the shooting and would be coming.

He left his horse and headed for some high rocks on the east side of the ravine. He fell when he dismounted, his right leg no longer responding to his commands. He lurched to his feet and locked his knee. Using his rifle as a crutch he managed to get into the rocks. It wasn't the place he would have chosen, but it was the one he could reach.

Riders were coming hard down a dim trail and Emerson knew he had barely reached the rocks in time. It was Gustin's men, of that he was certain. The third man was obviously an Indian, riding with no saddle and no shirt.

Cradling the rifle against his left shoulder, Emerson put the lead rider in his sights. When he got within forty yards, Emerson squeezed the trigger. The man rolled off the back of the horse and remained where he struck the ground. The rest of the outlaws threw themselves from their saddles and took cover in the rocks. 

They soon determined Emerson's position and began shooting in his direction. Placing the stock between his knees, Emerson worked the lever on the rifle. Slugs whined off the rocks around him as he kept low. Emerson felt himself becoming dizzy and knew the crew would have to show up soon, or it would be all over. 

He pointed the rifle around a bolder and fired a shot with his left hand, just to give them the idea he was still alive and shooting back. Then he slowly worked another shell into the chamber.

Miguel Hernandez rode like a man possessed. His wife's son was in grave danger. He has grown fond of Emerson and recognized him as a man of character and courage. The rest of the crew worked to keep up. Following the sounds of the shooting, Miguel saw the opening in the rocks and headed for it with his colt drawn. Those behind him followed suit and raced into the wash with their guns ready.

Gustin's men had taken cover from the shots Emerson fired. When Miguel and the others hit the opening, their sides were exposed. The fighting was brutal, but lasted only about a minute. Miguel, Pat Casey, Billy Hatko and the rest of the riders were no pilgrims. When they entered the wash they laid down a merciless barrage that the remnants of Gustin's gang could not endure.

Emerson had gotten to his feet when he heard the riders open up on the outlaws and saw most of the swift finish. Feeling weak, but relieved, he was about to call down, when he sensed movement behind him. Trying to move fast, Emerson simply fell, but it saved his life. He felt a burning sensation in his lower back and he landed on his bad shoulder. Rolling over, and in great pain, he saw the Apache standing over him with a bloody knife. 

Even as he tried to get a pistol into play, Emerson knew he would be no match for the speed of the Indian. The knife would do its work and Emerson was far too weak to prevent it.

Suddenly, from close by, a shot boomed and Emerson saw the Indian's blood spray the boulders. The cruel face showed surprise for a second and then went blank, as the man collapsed on Emerson, dead.

With his last bit of strength, Emerson pushed the body from him. Standing on a rock, holding a rifle, was Maria. She dropped the weapon, rushed over and and knelt beside Emerson. "Can you get up? We have to get you out of here."

"I think I can make my feet, if you help me. I'm getting a little light-headed. Maria, you were just in time!" Emerson's voice was weak and he could barely hear himself.

With Maria to lean on, Emerson was able to get back down to where he had left his horse. He knew that, even with her help he would not be able to reach the saddle. At that point, his crew rode out of the wash and over to where he and Maria stood.

Billy Hatko jumped off his horse and gently put his arms around Emerson. It was barely in time, as Emerson felt himself sinking. Billy lowered him to the ground and began to work on him immediately. He cut what was left of Emerson's shirt and made bandages and placed them over the wounds.

"We have to stop the bleeding now, then we'll get you back to camp to do a thorough job. It looks like I'll have to stitch your back. This reminds me of that time we were in San Francisco." As he spoke, Billy quickly worked to stop the flow of blood.

"Now let's get you back to camp." Billy declared and Maria and the others watched as Billy lifted Emerson into the saddle. Maria had been very quiet, but as she mounted, she looked at the other riders.

"Bob, are you all right?" she asked Bob Jordan. He was wearing a bandage around his left forearm.

"Maria, it is a scratch compared to what Emerson took. We wiped out the rest of Gustin's gang! These guys might look like a bunch of ranchers, but can they shoot! Your dad and Miguel rode into that wash, shooting the Hell out of them. I was lucky to get there in time to be a part of it. Is Cathy okay?" Bob was still very excited from his first taste of battle.

"She is fine. When Tom and Emerson shot it out with those four, your sister grabbed her rifle and killed Gustin herself. He was putting bullets into Emerson, who had been fighting with that Miller and Tuleya. Tom shot some other man and was wounded in the head. She would not leave for safety when Emerson told her to. She insisted on staying with Tom. Pedro had been out looking for firewood and missed the whole thing." Maria decided to admit to the group why they came to be at the camp.




In My Life Ch. 03



"It was my fault this all happened. I talked Cathy into leaving early to go to the camp to make a nice meal for everyone. I never thought there would be any trouble today. I almost got everyone killed. Those men were discussing what they were going to do with Cathy and me, like we were a couple of cattle. If Tom and Emerson hadn't followed us in, I hate to think where we would be now." Maria was very contrite as she told her story.

Pat Casey spoke, "Maria, we aren't going to worry about that right now. We have too many things to do. As soon as we determine how things are at the camp we have to get back to the herd or those animals will wander all over the place. Just learn from these things." 

Emerson was lost in a world between reality and dream, except the pain was becoming very real. He could hear people, but didn't know, or care, what was said. Billy rode close to him, keeping him in the saddle. He was hunched forward, his chin on his chest.

As they approached the camp, Pedro and Cathy stepped from cover, both carrying rifles. Cathy looked the group over. "I'd guess you all met up with the rest of that outlaw bunch and they didn't fare so well. Bob, are you hurt?"

"It's little more than a scratch. We shot the Hell out of that gang of tough men. Emerson is hurt bad though. How is Tom?" Bob showed relief as he saw his sister was unhurt.

"He is breathing regular and the bleeding has stopped, but he hasn't come to, yet. I think he will be all right in a couple of days. I sure hope so!" It was like Cathy to say what she felt.

As the riders entered the camp, Gustin and his men were still stretched out in death. Each man was able to see the fight in his mind as he looked at the scene.

"Every damn one of them brought their gun into play." It was Pat Casey. "I'd say they had their chance and came up short. Any man that would bother women deserves this. Boys, drag these bustards out of here and cover them with rocks."

Billy and Maria had helped Emerson down and laid him on a blanket by the fire. Billy seemed to have experience in wounds and took control.

"Pedro, get a bottle of whiskey out of the wagon. We have to pour some on this man's wounds, and then pour some in him. Maria, heat some water up. We have to clean these wounds."

Billy was amazingly gentle as he probed and cleaned Emerson's wounds. Emerson had lapsed into unconsciousness, but moaned when Billy poured the alcohol on them. Maria was at Billy's side, helping any way she could.

"I have to stitch up this cut. It looks like a knife wound." Billy said to Maria. "Do you know how he got it?"

"When all the riders were shooting it out with Gustin's crowd in those rocks, I found Emerson's horse and looked around for him. When I did find him he was struggling with an Indian. Emerson was already weak and the Indian was going to stab him, so I shot the Indian. He was so close he fell on Emerson when he died." Maria was thinking about the fear she felt and she had gladly killed a man to save another.

Billy looked at Maria. "You'll do Maria! Emerson owes you his life. That was good work."

"Billy, I disobeyed him and now he's lost blood and who knows what, because of me. Tom is badly hurt. I don't feel like I helped him any." Maria was near tears.

"I don't think you understand men very well, Maria. Tom and Emerson did what they had to do. They won't complain. Emerson would give his life to save yours and never think twice. They are going to be happy they saved two of the finest girls in New Mexico. What you and Cathy can do to repay them, is always be what you are now," Billy counseled.

Maria felt tears on her cheeks as she spoke, "Billy, thanks, but what if I'm not worth it? Emerson's life is more important than mine!"

Billy smiled as he responded, "Maria, don't you see? You are worth it! That answer proved it! Let's get this done and let him rest."

Maria spent that evening, and the entire night, sitting by Emerson, placing wet cloths on his forehead to relieve the fever that gripped him. Cathy was near by, maintaining a vigil over Tom. Occasionally, the two would exchange encouragements or smiles. Each knew how worried the other was.

In the small hours of the morning Emerson seemed on fire. Maria kept placing cool cloths on him and wiping his brow. It was then that he began to talk, and to Maria's surprise, in fluent Spanish. She found that answering in Spanish seemed to relax him, so she spent the rest of the night responding to Emerson's talk. Cathy heard them and was surprised as well. She could only imagine what Maria thought when she learned Emerson had mastered that language. 

Maria knew Cathy could hear, but not understand, what she and Emerson were saying. She was grateful for that. Emerson was squeezing her hand and talking love. At first it embarrassed Maria, but she soon found herself responding to him. He would smile and sleep for short periods, them she would feel the pressure on her hand and he would start in again. Maria found herself looking forward to those moments.

She felt closer to Emerson than she ever had to any man, and could say things she normally would not. He was delirious and would never remember the things they said. Besides, it seemed to help relax him and she knew he would need rest if he were going to make it. So Maria talked of love to a man near death and learned from it. As she spoke, she began to understand her feelings toward this handsome man, who had both made her life Hell and saved it twice. 

The sun was just beginning to show in the eastern sky when Cathy gasped loudly. "Tom is coming around! His eyes are open!"

Maria joined Cathy as Tom moaned and looked around. "I guess I must be dead and with the angels." A weak smile followed.

Cathy laughed, "You are with angels, but you're still alive, thank God!" and she bent down and kissed him. As she withdrew, Cathy told Tom, "You had a bullet bounce off that thick skull of yours. You've been out ever since. How do you feel?"

"Like I was kicked in the head by a mule! I did feel some relief when you kissed me. I wonder if you could sort of help me out a little more?" Tom asked with a straight face.

"Okay this time, but don't think I'm going to try to give you a full recovery right now!" Cathy laughed as she gave Tom another kiss. "I'm just so glad that you woke up!"

"What did happen? I don't remember very much. I guess Emerson thinks I'm pretty slow. What did he say?" Tom watched as the girls' expressions turned serious. "Is he all right? For God's sake, did he get killed?"

Maria answered, " Emerson is very much alive. He was hit in the shoulder and leg in that fight and then rode to meet the rest of Gustin's gang in the wash to the east, so they couldn't over run the camp and get you and Cathy. She refused to leave you. In that fight an Indian cut him with a knife and he lost more blood. Right now, he is sleeping by the fire, but he has a bad fever and is not very well."

"Tom, it was my fault for talking Cathy into leaving the herd. You and Emerson were wonderful. You saved Cathy and me. I only hope you both can forgive me."

"It sounds like Emerson was busy." Tom looked at Maria. "There is nothing to forgive. I'm just glad I was finally able to answer the call. I was calm and wasn't afraid, although I may have been too slow. I can't speak for Emerson, but I know he would ride into Hell for you. We saw him do it, in fact. He will never be angry with you."

Maria returned to Emerson's side as Cathy and Tom discussed the previous day's excitement. It seemed to Maria that those two were becoming more than friends on this trip. She was glad for them, but it brought her back to the man beside her. She realized how much she wanted him to recover. Maria wiped his brow and waited.

As the day wore on members of the crew stopped by to see how Emerson was doing. Pat Casey spoke to Maria, "I know you are worried about Emerson, but lie down and get some rest. We don't want you to be ill, too. We have to keep drifting the herd so the cattle can graze. I'll be sure somebody is around to keep an eye on you. I think we eliminated most of the danger yesterday. I'll be back this evening to see how everything is going. Get some rest."

Billy came by twice to clean the wounds and change bandages. "I know he looks bad, but he'll make it. No bones were hit. His shoulder will take a long time to heal. He suffered muscle damage, but I think he is better now than he was last night. He sure has a good nurse, who had better get some rest."

Emerson woke with the feeling someone had put equal amounts of sand and cotton in his mouth. He felt pain in his shoulder, but not as bad as he might expect. His leg throbbed, but compared to his shoulder, would be no problem. The cut he received from the damned Indian burned his back.

Emerson decided to open his eyes and get some water. He found a damp cloth covered his forehead and eyes and a weight was on his chest. Looking under the edge of the cloth he could see Maria lying with her head on his chest. She seemed asleep. He realized his left hand was resting on her cheek.

Gently, he began to caress her cheek and neck. He kept it up for several minutes. Then he felt Maria stiffen. She was very still for a minute as Emerson kept caressing her. Then she sat up and removed the cloth and looked into his eyes.

"Do you know who I am?" Maria asked, in Spanish, as she moved close to Emerson's face.

"I sure didn't lose that much blood! You are the prettiest thing in New Mexico." Emerson replied weakly.

"You are speaking in Spanish. Did you learn it last night while you were in fever," Maria laughed. "Emerson, I may kill you as soon as you are well enough. I was so worried! Can I get you anything?" With that she leaned down and kissed him. "That is what we nurses do when our patients wake up."

"It does seem to help. I can only guess what it would take to relieve all the pain." Emerson smiled as he responded.

"It sounds like you are doing well enough, already. Would you like a drink?" Maria pulled back a little as she spoke. 

"I sure would! Did somebody dump sand down my throat after Billy finished with that whiskey? I'd probably be fine now if he hadn't made me drink that."

Maria brought Emerson some cool water and helped him drink. As he finished she spoke. "I was wrong to bring Cathy back to the camp. I should have listened to you. Now you and Tom have been shot and I am responsible. I am sorry, Emerson."

Emerson was quiet for a while, then answered Maria. "You should have listened, but I'm not angry. It really couldn't have worked out much better. We met Gustin's forces when they were divided. Maria, I haven't forgotten that you saved my life. I am in your debt."

Maria marveled at Emerson's lack of anger. No one blamed her for the confrontation. Maria felt relieved, but still blamed herself. Emerson was still in a lot of pain and a long way from any comfortable shelter. He would have some tough days ahead.

Emerson fell back asleep after a long drink. When he woke he saw the sun rising in the eastern sky. He felt much stronger, although his shoulder still ached. He pushed himself into a sitting position with his good arm.

"Well look who has decided to join us." It was Cathy and she had a big smile for Emerson. "Maria said you came out of it for awhile yesterday, but I was beginning to wonder. How are you feeling?"

"I feel a lot better, but I'd be lying if I said I felt very well. Cathy, fill me in on everything, would you?" asked Emerson.

"I guess you sure asked the right person, Emerson. You were shot in a couple of places and stabbed in another, the day before yesterday. Maria sat with you the whole first night and most of the day. You two carried on quite a conversation, in Spanish. I think we were both surprised at your command of the language. Maria assumes she is practically the only person in this territory that can speak it. I can understand it some and never try to use it, but I did catch some of what you two were saying." Cathy watched Emerson's face.

"I was wondering if you would remember what you said, or what Maria was saying to you. You don't, do you? Let me give you a hint, Emerson. If Pat Casey had heard you two, he probably would have shot you again!"

Cathy laughed at Emerson's surprised reaction. "You don't have to worry about me. I can keep a secret!"

"The crew has been letting the cattle drift and graze, merely keeping them pointed in the right direction. You had your battle the day before yesterday. Billy, Bob, Maria, and I have been here with you and Tom. Tom is up and around. He had that slug bounce off his hard head and was out till yesterday morning. He still gets a little dizzy but is getting better." 

Cathy looked around and saw that no one was near. "Between you and me, I'd have to say that Tom showed pretty well in that fight. That man was shooting at him and he kept his cool and hit him dead center first shot."

"Maria finally agreed to get some sleep early this morning and the rest of us took turns keeping an eye on you." Bob was approaching and Cathy had switched subjects. "Pat said he is going to try to start the herd today. We can't stay sitting here any longer. Your recovery would decide how we go about it. Bob is supposed to report to him this morning. The herd is about seven or eight miles away."

Bob reached down and squeezed Emerson's good hand. "It sure is good to see you sit up. That was some fight! You and Tom really did a job on Gustin and those others. Pat and Miguel and Billy and the rest were hell on wheels when the rode into Gustin's bunch. These guys can fight! That took care of that problem. How many days before you can ride, Emerson?"

Emerson had to smile at the young man's pride in being part of the battle. "If you'll take that hand you are squeezing so hard and help me, I'll get up and see how I am." 

Bob lifted and Emerson got to his feet. He was amazed at how many places hurt. The movement caused his shoulder discomfort and Emerson winced. His back still burned and his leg was stiff and weak. "Bob, you can tell Pat I'll be riding today and not to wait for me. I may have to rest now and then, but I can make it. Everyone else can help with the herd."

"How can you even think of traveling today?" Maria was awake and heard the end of the conversation. " You should rest for at least several more days. You'll open your wounds again."

Maria turned to Billy, who had just ridden up. "Billy, would you please tell this stubborn fool that he needs to rest a few more days. He almost bled to death!"

Billy studied the situation before he answered, "Maria, you are right. Emerson should rest more, but Emerson is right, too. I'm not an expert on cattle, but I don't think we can let this drive bog down much more. Those animals aren't gaining any weight on the poor graze in this dry country. We need as many riders as we can manage and we have to start soon. Emerson will be hurting for awhile, but laying out here isn't the solution."

Maria was stunned. "I thought he was your best friend! With friends like you, he'll never need enemies. Let's go then, and when his wounds open up and he's at death's door, don't expect me to worry. I'm done with that!"

As Maria marched off to get her horse, Cathy broke the silence Maria had created. "She sure is mad for someone that doesn't care. We better get Emerson ready to travel."

Emerson's right arm was placed in a sling and then Billy ran a bandage around Emerson's back and over his sling to immobilize the arm. Bob saddled the quietest horse available and Emerson was helped into the saddle.

Soon the small group was riding for the herd. Maria rode behind the rest, still angry and not hiding the fact from anyone. Emerson knew he was in trouble as soon as the horse started, but had no choice but to stick it out. He felt incredibly weak and pain seemed to be everywhere. Emerson had to use all his remaining strength to stay in the saddle. He made a great effort to conceal his weakness from the others.

The rest of the crew saw them riding in and the relief was obvious. Pat and Miguel rode up to them. "Emerson, I am glad to see you!" It was Pat talking. "We really have to get this herd going. Can you make it?"

Emerson tried to smile. "Pat, I won't be any help at all, but I should be able to keep up. Get everything going and I'll follow a ways back. That way I can stop and rest now and then and not be in the way."

Pat was about to speak to Maria, but saw her face and decided against it. He had seen that look often enough to know he didn't want to cross her path.

Soon the drive was back in motion. Emerson sat his horse, grateful to be alone. He knew he could never mask the pain all day. Everyone would see he was in no shape to travel and the drive would stop moving.

As the day wore on, Emerson's discomfort increased. His fever returned and he felt like he was burning up. The horse had figured out he was going to follow the drive, so Emerson simply concentrated on staying in the saddle. He rode with his head hanging down on his chest, barely conscious. 

At some point he fell from the horse. He woke to find himself on his back, the sun an hour from setting. He knew he should get up and find his horse, but he fell back asleep.

Water touched his lips and his brow. Emerson opened his eyes and saw Maria leaning over him. She gave him a drink from a canteen and again mopped his brow with water.

She then took his good arm and helped him to sit up. She did not speak. Pulling, she got him to his feet. Emerson was so dizzy he had to cling to Maria to stand. She got him to his horse and after several attempts, got him into the saddle.

Emerson almost fell off the other side. His strength was gone and his leg had begun hurting more. He simply could not hold on. Maria saw his situation and led her horse close to his. She removed his foot from the stirrup and stepped into it, and climbed on Emerson's horse, behind him. She then reached around Emerson and took the reins. Leading her mount, she started after the herd.

Maria met Billy and Bob a short time later. They showed relief when they saw Emerson, but as they got close concern clouded their eyes. 

Billy spoke, "He's in bad shape, isn't he. Do you want me to take him, Maria."

"Billy, he's bleeding again and has another fever. He's so weak he can't ride a horse. I can only guess what pain he has been in. I'd say, yes, he is in bad shape. I think it is best we ride this way. If someone rides double with him, it should be someone light. Let's get him to the camp."

As Maria rode in, the others stood and watched. Miguel gently lowered Emerson off the horse. Billy and Cathy began working on Emerson's wounds. The two entry wounds from the bullets were oozing blood. They soon had fresh bandages on Emerson and he was sleeping by the fire.

"I would have to say that Maria was right," Billy began. "He should have rested at least another day. I am volunteering to stay with him tomorrow and catch up to the herd the next day. It is your decision, Pat. The herd has to keep moving. It is way too dry to slow down here."

Pat Casey replied, "You're right on both counts. I accept your offer. Catch up when you can, Billy." 

Maria waited until her father went to get his horse for night duty and followed him.

"Dad, could I talk to you?" Maria gave her father a quick hug. "I want to ask you something."

"Maria, you know when it starts with a hug I have trouble refusing you. What is it?" Pat beamed as he looked at his daughter.

"Would you think it awful if I stayed with Emerson, rather than Billy? I think I can take better care of him and Billy is better with the herd."

Pat Casey looked at Maria for a full minute before speaking. "Billy is better with the herd? You are one of the best riders we have. Maria, I'm not blind, or stupid. I worry about your safety, but I know you well enough that I'd better go along with you. You are so much like your mother! He is a fine man. Yes, you take care of him and catch up, but I'll send someone back tomorrow evening, just to be safe."




In My Life Ch. 03



Maria felt her face blush as the meaning of her father's words struck her. "Thanks, Dad. I never did have much luck fooling you." Maria gave her father another hug and went back to the fire.

Billy, Cathy, and Tom were sitting down, eating one of Pedro's meals as Maria approached. "Billy, Dad suggested I stay with Emerson tomorrow. You are better with the herd and I can take care of Emerson." 

Cathy gave Billy a smile. "I told you, Billy. Maria would never pass up a chance like this! I know I wouldn't. Maria, I told Billy that you were up to something when you followed your father. Good for you! Maybe you can work on your Spanish some more."

Maria blushed. "Cathy, if you weren't so likable, I think I would learn to hate you. You notice too much, and make too much of things."

When Emerson opened his eyes, the sun was up. Sitting on a rock nearby was Maria. He could see no one else.

"Where is everyone?" asked Emerson. "Did they leave us? You should have waked me up."

"You are not the tough trail boss today. Yesterday you almost killed yourself and it still makes me angry to think about it." Maria went on, "Dad is taking care of the herd. You have been replaced until you are feeling capable of handling everything. I have been given the task of getting you well, so you had better listen to me."

"Maria, I was a bit stubborn yesterday, and I paid for it. I don't like to say it, but you were right. I wasn't ready to travel." Emerson sat up and waited for the pains to stab him again. He was pleasantly surprised to find he felt less pain than he had, but was very weak.

"I think if you are up to it you should get cleaned up and shave. When you look good you feel better. There is a small spring over by those rocks." Maria pointed as she spoke.

Emerson still needed help making his feet, but was able to slowly make his way to the spring. While he was attempting to rejoin the human race, Emerson could smell food Maria was cooking.

Emerson heard voices and realized Maria was not alone. Thinking some of the crew had ridden back to check on them, Emerson started back to the fire.

To his surprise, he found Maria talking to two strangers. The men were bearded and dusty. Both watched the way Emerson staggered as he walked and saw the bandages he wore.

The older of the two men spoke. "Is this your husband? He looks kinda weak."

Maria was holding her rifle as she faced the two men. She gave Emerson a quick glance and answered, "Yes, he is. He's been wounded, but is coming along fine. The rest of our crew is just ahead and should be coming back to meet us soon."

"Ma'am, we sure could use some of that food we smell. Could we join you for a meal? I'm Jake Dobson and this is my brother Eli."

Emerson could tell that Maria was nervous, but had no reason to decline. Refusing a man a meal just wasn't done.

"You are welcome to share what we have," Maria answered. "I've made plenty."

Emerson still wore his guns, but was weak and had little faith in his ability to use them. He made his way back to the fire and sat on a rock. Knowing how weak he would sound, Emerson decided to remain quiet.

Maria quickly prepared the food and they ate. Emerson felt himself growing stronger as the food did its work. The two strangers ate like it was their first meal in a week.

As they finished their meal they became talkative. The older one looked at Maria and asked, "So how long have you two been married?"

"For three years now," Maria lied. "Did you have enough to eat?"

"That was real good, Ma'am, and yeah, we had plenty. I hope your husband knows how lucky he is. A woman with your looks and able to cook is hard to find. I guess that's why I'm not married."

The second man broke his silence. He had eaten like a wolf and was feeling better. "Are you kidding? You never could find any woman that would give you a second look."

"I guess that is another reason I'm single," the first man laughed. "If you ever get tired of your husband, look me up. I usually get to Santa Fe a couple times a year."

Maria looked at Emerson and then smiled as she said, "Thanks for the offer, but I think I'll keep the man I have. I'm just getting used to him."

Emerson gave Maria a grin when she looked his way. He was amused at Maria's role playing.

"If you men will forgive us, we have to be riding. It was very nice talking with both of you," Maria told the men. She began picking things up and preparing the horses.

"Let us help you, Ma'am. It's little enough for the kindness you showed us," Jake said as he helped saddle the horses.

Soon everything was ready and Maria came to Emerson. "Can you make it on your horse? Lean on me."

Emerson slowly got on his feet and weakly walked, with Maria's help to the horse.

"Can I help him on?" Eli asked.

"I like to do that myself," Maria replied. She still didn't trust these men enough to let them get close to Emerson.

Mounted, Maria and Emerson faced the two strangers. Maria was reluctant to put their backs to the men and ride away.

Sensing her discomfort, Jake tipped his hat. "Thanks again and good luck on the trail." Turning his horse, he rode back the way he had come. His brother nodded to Maria and followed.

Emerson spoke to Maria as the men rode away, "You handled that just right. You couldn't run them off, and you couldn't trust them either. Do you think we act like we've been married three years?"

"I think it was believable. We weren't acting like it was our honeymoon, were we?" Maria laughed. "I was afraid to tell them I was unattached. They made me nervous."

"That one gent seemed to think you were the perfect wife. Maybe he has some money," Emerson watched Maria as he replied.

"He couldn't have enough, believe me. Besides, I'm already married, remember?" Maria laughed. "I was pretty worried when they showed up. I noticed you were quiet and stayed where you could watch them. Were you concerned?"

"I was, yes. I'm pretty weak and I don't know how much help I would be. I was glad to let you handle the situation. As I already said, you did a good job."

"Thanks, Emerson. Coming from you, that means a great deal."

"You are a good cook. He was right about that. When word of that gets around, you'll have even more suitors."

"That really isn't a goal of mine, but I guess I could live with it," Maria laughed. "Mother said she could not cook anything when she married Dad, but he never complained and eventually she learned."

"Maria, I can't see any man complaining about a wife like your mother. She is still a very attractive woman and very intelligent," Emerson replied.

"I'd better remember to tell her you said that, although she seems to be sold on you already. You must have really turned on the charm that day you two shared the stage coach." Maria answered.

The two rode in silence, then Maria told Emerson, "We left before I really wanted to. Let me know when you are tired and we'll stop. I want you to get enough rest."

Two hours later Maria stopped and ordered Emerson to rest for a couple of hours. She waited for an argument. 

"Whatever you say, Captain. I'm used to following orders," Emerson grinned as he stretched out on his bedroll. When Emerson next opened his eyes, he realized it was an hour before dark and that he had slept for several hours. When he sat up he felt much stronger.

Maria was watching him. "I was beginning to think you'd sleep away the day. You look better. How are you feeling?"

Emerson got to his feet as he answered, "Maria, you know what you're doing! I feel a lot better. My shoulder doesn't bother me if I keep it still. Have you been sitting there all this time, waiting for me to wake up?"

"I told everyone I'd take care of you. Does it bother you to have to depend on me?" Maria asked.

"To be honest, Maria, it feels pretty good to have someone concerned about my welfare. I wonder how long it will last."

Maria gave Emerson a smile, "I guess that depends on how long it is necessary, or maybe how long you encourage it."

Emerson looked at Maria, trying to determine her exact meaning. He knew what he hoped she was saying, but decided it would be wrong to read too much into her statement. 

"Let's eat a quick dinner and head out. The others, like my father, will begin to worry." Maria smiled as she told Emerson, "I'm glad to hear you admit I may know a few things. Not bad for a girl that is only half Anglo."

As soon as she said it, Maria regretted it. Why did she have to drag up painful memories? Emerson flushed as he took his food. Maria could tell she had stung him with her remark. Still, she would not apologize for it.

As soon as they could get ready, Maria and Emerson mounted and rode after the herd. Maria set the pace, which was a walk, and Emerson followed her lead.

An hour passed with neither rider speaking. Finally Maria broke the silence, "Emerson, are you holding up all right? We can stop and rest."

"I feel fine. I'd like to continue on, if it is okay with you." Emerson was subdued and Maria knew he still smarted from her earlier remarks.

"Emerson, I was out of line with that remark I made earlier. Don't be angry at me." That was as close as Maria could come to an apology.

"I'm not angry at you. It's me. I certainly have earned that remark and worse. I had started to forget those things and hoped that you had, too. It simply brought me back to reality. You are right to say what you think." Emerson's reply was delivered without emotion and he said no more.

"I think it is time we both forgot about the unpleasant things we said to each other so long ago. I won't bring it up again. I really believe you don't feel that way now. Maybe you never did."

Emerson looked at Maria. She seemed to understand him better than he could have hoped.

"Maria, I will take you up on that. You are very gracious to be willing to let it go."

Maria was silent for awhile. She decided to talk about other things and bring Emerson from his dark mood. "When did you learn Spanish? You speak it very well." 

Emerson faced Maria. "There was a Spaniard on the ship for several years. I persisted until he taught me to read and speak in Spanish. He was well educated and an excellent teacher."

"I guess I was speaking Spanish the night I was with fever. I am not certain why, except that I was trying to talk to you, only. I don't remember it. I did have some wild dreams." Emerson then switched to Spanish. "Maria, I got the impression from Cathy that I said some personal things. She said she can understand the language some. If I said anything to offend you, it was not intentional."

Maria was shocked. "Are you telling me that Cathy understands Spanish? She was listening?" As she remembered back to that long night, Maria turned red.

Maria fell silent and the two rode after the herd. Just before full dark, Bob Jordan and Billy Hatko rode up to them. Billy grinned at Emerson, "I hate to intrude like this, but I didn't expect you to be this far along. You seem to be doing better. The camp is a couple of miles ahead. Can you make it?"

"Thanks for thinking of us, Bill and Bob. I feel tired, but Ill make it . Maria made sure of that. Thanks, in large part to her, I am doing a lot better." 

"It wasn't too difficult," Maria said. "I just made him eat and rest, and get cleaned up. Nature took care of the rest."

By the time the group reached the camp, Emerson was exhausted and his leg and shoulder hurt. He knew, however, that he had passed the worst of it and the healing would take place rapidly.

Pat Casey welcomed him, "I'm glad to see you, Emerson. We only made ten miles today, but we were short handed and didn't push too hard. Tomorrow, we should pass within a few miles of Palma. I was thinking of having Pedro replenish some of our dwindling supplies there. What do you think?"

"Pat, you know what you're doing so keep giving orders. In a few days I'll be able to take over. Tomorrow, I should be able to help some." Emerson was feeling very tired and was glad there were men there that could carry on without him.

Billy checked Emerson's wounds and pronounced him on the mend. "I did a good job on you back, Emerson. There will be a scar, but it isn't like that is your first. Look at these. In fact, I noticed someone did a pretty good job on your shoulder and not that long ago."

"Billy, I appreciate the help, but I'm not a blackboard. Just hand me my shirt and save those stories." Emerson found that sort of attention disconcerting. "Maria was the seamstress on my shoulder, and I'd have to say I'd rather have her working over me than you."

Billy simply laughed. "If you didn't feel that way, I'd really be worried!"

Maria, who had been silent since they had reached camp, finally spoke. "Emerson, I want you to ride slowly and away from the cattle for another day. I heard you tell Dad you could help tomorrow. Give it one more day and then you can do what you want."

Everyone was quiet, watching Emerson. He knew they were waiting to see what his answer would be to Maria's directive.

Emerson looked at Maria, and then the rest of the crew. Maria was waiting for his response. Turning his gaze back to Maria, he knew he could not go against her. She had done too much for him to be defied in front of everyone. 

"Pat, you heard what she said. Unless you want to argue with her, I am following orders for one more day."

Pat laughed, as did the others. "If you don't dare, I'm certainly not going to risk it. Take it easy tomorrow, and we'll go from there."

Maria gave Emerson a long look and then a smile. "I'm glad you are listening to me. It really is best for you."

"I've found out the hard way that you know what you're doing, Maria. I won't disobey your orders."

Emerson fell asleep as soon as he laid down. The next thing he saw was the sun rising and the activity in the camp as another day began. He also noticed Maria and Cathy whispering to each other. Emerson could not even guess what that was about.

Emerson felt improved, but admitted to himself that by day's end he would probably be stiff and sore again. He decided to spend the day following well behind, simply trying to gain strength.

That evening, just as dark began to fall, Emerson rode up to the fire. He ached, but not as badly as the previous evening. He would be able to help from here on.

The meal was unusually good and Emerson soon found out the reason. The crew was enjoying both the food, and a story from Cathy.

"Pat finally agreed to let Maria and me go to Palma with Pedro. Maria can be very persuasive. It was only a few buildings and a dozen or so people, but there was a place to get some supplies."

"We stopped the wagon at the mercantile and went in. Maria and I carried rifles, but it didn't seem to scare this would-be tough. He followed us in and it was pretty plain he had some intention of harassing us. I spotted that drummer we see at the hotel in Morgantown about once a month."

Cathy was living up to her reputation of not leaving anything out of a story she told. "Before this tough can bother us, I walked up to that drummer and asked him if he remembered us. Well, I don't have to tell you I would have been some surprised if he hadn't. Maria and I aren't that easy to forget!"

"I asked him if he would be in Santa Fe before long and he allowed that he was going there next. The tough was edging closer and listening in."

"When you get there, I told him loud enough so Mr. Tough could hear easy, would you look up some of the folks from Morgantown that you know? They should be at The Casa Diaz waiting for those of us that are making a cattle drive to Santa Fe. Tell them we are close to schedule and are doing well"

Cathy laughed as she went on. "Tell them we ran into Gustin's bunch and shot them to bloody Hell. There are some grateful buzzards feasting back a few days ride, if they don't get sick. I told that drummer that Miller, Tuleya, Gustin and a Mexican gunman tried playing a hand with Emerson Trask and Tom Gordon, but they just didn't have the cards. The rest of our crew disposed of the remainder of this so-called gang of tough men."

"I told him we were having trouble keeping the whole crew from riding into town, looking for trouble. We had to get our supplies and get back, before the boys came after us."

"You can ask Maria and Pedro if this really happened," Cathy continued. "I turned to that guy who followed us in and asked him if he was looking for anything in particular. By this time he was white as a ghost. He shook his head and left. We picked up our supplies and came back. That store keeper showed a lot of respect after my story, too."

Pat Casey was still chuckling when he spoke, "Cathy, I told you to be careful and to not attract a lot of attention. I seem to have wasted my breath."

Tom Gordon, no longer wearing a bandage on his scalp, laughed, "Pat, how can you send two women as attractive as these into a town and ask them not to attract attention? There isn't a city in the world they would go unnoticed. I'm just glad they didn't run into trouble or we would take that place apart." 

Tom Gordon was a much more confident, self assured man since he survived his brush with death. It was a change everyone had noticed. He wasn't cocky. He was simply no longer afraid and it made a difference in his demeanor.

"I should have known better, but it is so hard for me to be firm with women," Pat acknowledged. "We are in the final several days of this drive, if everything goes all right. I think we could have reason to celebrate a little when we get to Santa Fe. Let's just keep doing our jobs and this will be over in no time."

Emerson was seated by the fire and Tom wandered over and sat down. Soon Cathy and Maria were relaxing close by. Tom surprised Emerson with a statement. 

"You know something? I'm not that anxious for this to end. It has been a great experience and I've learned a lot about myself and people in general."

"I was thinking the same," Cathy said. "This has been so different and exciting, I may be bored with my old life. What do you think Emerson? Maria?"

"I won't miss the dirt or seeing people die," replied Maria. "I'll never forget when Tom and Emerson fought with those men and how I felt when both of them were wounded. I think I can resume my old life without any trouble."

"It seems that Emerson is used to living an exciting life," Maria added. "I wonder if regular ranch life will bore him."

"Trips like this change a person," Emerson stated. "I have a new respect for a lot of people, including you three. Still, I would not mind a period of peace and harmony in my life. This has been an experience, but there are always more ahead."

The next two days were busy and the herd made good time. Emerson improved rapidly. His youth and strength were regaining control and his pain had lessened greatly. He wore his right arm in a sling, but could walk with little difficulty. He resumed control of the herd and was able to handle his share.

Emerson calculated that Santa Fe was a couple days off as they started the herd. He had turned his thoughts to selling it and trying to get the best possible price. He was mulling this over when he saw a small detail of cavalry riding toward him.



In My Life Ch. 04



As they pulled up, Emerson noticed several of his riders headed that way out of curiosity. They hadn't seen anyone to talk to in quite a while.

A young lieutenant nodded at the herd as he spoke to Emerson. "I am Lieutenant Andrews. Are you in charge of this herd? It is possible the army could do business with you."

Emerson shook the man's hand. "Emerson Trask. Yes, I am and we will listen to any proposition you may make. I didn't know the military was in the area."

"We are supposed to be everywhere, if you listened to Washington. The Indian problems have relaxed some. The government wants to put them on reservations. The problem with that is food. These people always hunted and have difficulty living in one area. Hungry men are not easy to control, so the army needs beef. I assume these cattle are for sale?"

"You are exactly right. Do you have the authority to buy them?" Emerson asked. 

By this time several of the trail crew, including Maria and Cathy, rode up to listen. The soldiers were clearly surprised to see the women.

Andrews demonstrated that his officer training included conduct around lovely young ladies. "I am stunned to see two such beautiful creatures in these parts!" As he spoke he tipped his hat. It was obvious to all that he totally liked what he saw. "I assume you ladies are part of this extremely fortunate crew. I am Lieutenant Andrews, at your service."

Emerson laughed as the girls gave the soldier smiles that were meant to dazzle. "I would like the pleasure of introducing you to Cathy Jordan, the lovely blonde, and the dark-haired beauty is Maria Casey." Emerson then pointed to the men of the crew. "If you are interested in their names, let me know."

Maria and Cathy both looked at Emerson. Their pleasure was apparent. "That is what I'd call a proper introduction!" Maria laughed. 

Andrews was captivated by the two women. He never let his gaze leave them. Emerson judged him to be a bit of a ladies' man. Andrews shook hands with the girls and began asking questions. It wasn't long before he knew they were both single and from Morgantown.

Emerson waited while the lieutenant made small talk with the women. Finally, he interrupted, "I am sure you are a busy man, Lieutenant. Could we get back to the business at hand?"

"Yes, of course." Andrews realized he had been too attentive to the women, although he felt he had good reason. "I cannot buy these cattle, but my commanding officer can. He is Major Reynolds and our headquarters is presently located east of here about two hours ride. I would be glad to escort you to him. He is looking to buy beef. In fact, he is meeting with someone today in that regard. It would be to your advantage to speak to Major Reynolds as soon as possible."

"I don't think it would hurt to hear what the Major has to say. We can let the cattle rest here today," Emerson decided. "I'll ride back with you."

"Would you mind very much, Boss, if Cathy and I rode with you?" Maria asked Emerson. "We could use the break."

Tom quickly added, "Count me in, too. How about you, Bob?" 

"We have to leave a crew to watch the herd," protested Emerson. 

"Go ahead," it was Pat Casey. "You youngsters will enjoy it. The rest of us can manage here."

Emerson knew he had no good reason to refuse Maria's request, but felt reluctant to take the girls. "Do you realize the effect you will have on soldiers stationed out here? Andrews was just a sample of how these men will react. It might be best if I ride over alone and talk to the major." 

"I don't feel I over reacted, Mr. Trask. I can assure you the ladies will be quite safe with the U.S. Army. I would ask how concerned you are with their safety to allow them to participate in this venture. There are bands of thieves, and even worse out here." Andrews was clearly miffed at Emerson's suggestion that he behaved improperly with the two women.

Emerson turned to face Andrews, his own temper flaring. Maria, seeing Emerson's anger, quickly rode between them. "I appreciate your feelings that this is not safe country, but each of these three was wounded in a gunfight with the Gustin gang, fighting in large part, to protect Cathy and me. I would caution you against suggesting to any of these men that they aren't concerned for our safety. I really don't care to see any more fighting." Maria smiled as she finished, but her message was clear to Andrews.

Andrews quickly softened with Maria's approach. "I really didn't mean to suggest the ladies would not be safe with you. It is obvious that they are in good health. The Gustin gang is another one of our assignments. You were fortunate to survive that encounter," added Andrews. "Perhaps you could help us locate them. Do you have any idea where they would be now?

Cathy could not contain herself. "Lieutenant, we know exactly where they are. That is, the parts the buzzards haven't finished. This crew is serious about its cattle and women, and fight for both. You can cross Gustin off your list of things to do!"

Andrews seemed to see the group in a new and more serious light. "That is good news. They were reported to be a seasoned and dangerous bunch. That must have been a battle."

Cathy was all sugar again as she smiled at Andrews. "We have a couple of hours. I'll tell you all about it as we ride."

Maria chuckled as she said, "I bet she'll use the whole two hours telling it." With that, the entire group laughed. Then Maria nudged her horse closer to Emerson's. As the group watched, Maria gave Emerson a smile and asked, "Emerson, Dad said they could watch the herd. As a favor to me, can we ride along, too?"

Emerson groaned as the crew laughed. "I don't think Emerson is going to able to refuse that request!" laughed Tom. "If he does, he must have been wounded worse than any of us realized."

Emerson looked at the smiling faces. Even Pat Casey was enjoying this. He returned Maria's smile. "I can't refuse that request. but keep in mind you are indebted to me now."

With the long and dangerous drive nearly complete, Maria was feeling reckless. "Of course, Emerson. You can collect anytime. I just don't know how a girl like me would ever be able to pay you back." She was still close to Emerson, but everyone heard her answer.

"Maria! You are so forward! I love it. I think this trip has changed both of us," Cathy added. "Let's ride everyone. Maria has sacrificed something, as yet unnamed, for the benefit of us all. We can thank her later."

As Cathy, Maria, Tom, and Bob fell in with the lieutenant, Emerson faced Pat Casey. "Sir, I didn't mean-"

Pat was trying to keep a straight face. "Don't try to hand me a line. I can see what's going on! "

Emerson sat his horse, trying to come up with a response.

Pat Casey and Miguel, who had been listening to the conversation, both broke into laughter. "Emerson, you'd better get going or you'll be left behind and that smooth lieutenant will be sweet talking those girls all the way." Pat was enjoying the situation.

Emerson turned his horse and chased after the rest, with the realization that Pat didn't seem to be upset about Maria flirting with him. Maria had known he would not refuse her almost any request, and that he lacked the nerve to try to collect on that debt.

As he rode behind the others, Emerson was deep in thought. He accepted Maria's power over him. He would probably play the fool at some point, but thoughts of her consumed him. A smile from her meant more than money. She was in control, not him. That could leave him vulnerable, but Emerson admitted to himself he could do nothing about it.

Maria dropped back a short while later, bringing her pony alongside Emerson's. "You have been so quiet and thoughtful, Emerson. Are you angry with me?"

Surprise showed on Emerson's face. "Angry? Maria, why or how could I be upset with you? I've trying to decide how to collect on that debt."

Maria's leg was touching his as they rode. "So that's your big problem! I think I can help you there." The rest of the riders were strung out a short distance ahead as the passed through a rocky canyon. Soon they passed around a boulder and were gone from view.

"Stop your horse!" Maria whispered.

Surprised, Emerson pulled back on the reins. He brought his attention back to Maria. She was leaning out of her saddle and brought her lips close to Emerson's.

"You'll have to help a little," she smiled.

Emerson felt as if he were dreaming. He leaned down and pressed his lips to Maria's and was lost in the passion she seemed to draw from him. Finally, Emerson pulled back, staring into Maria's eyes.

Her voice was heavy with emotion as she spoke. "I consider that payment in full. Am I terrible?"

Emerson could not find his voice. He simply searched her eyes, not wanting to forget what he was seeing.

"Unless I am fooling myself, I'd have to think you're satisfied. We'd better catch up to the rest." With that, Maria kicked her pony and took off after the rest.

Lieutenant Andrews was still listening to Cathy as Maria rejoined them. Cathy looked at Maria, then glanced back at Emerson and nodded her head knowingly.

The small cavalcade rode into the army post in mid afternoon. It had been a pleasant ride with Andrews concentrating his attention on the two women. Bob, Tom and Emerson exchanged smiles several times over the last few miles as they watched the lieutenant's efforts to impress the girls.

Before they dismounted, Andrews thought of another opportunity to see Maria and Cathy. "Next week, one week from today, is the Governor's Ball in Santa Fe. Major Reynolds has plans on attending, along with some of his officers. It would be nice to see you ladies there," Andrews added.

Maria looked at Emerson before she responded. "I think that would be very nice. In fact, I would expect most, if not all, of our crew would want to attend. We can do that, can't we Emerson?"

Emerson was surprised that Maria would ask him, as were the others. Cathy spoke, "Maria, Emerson won't be giving us orders forever. At least not the rest of us," she amended. "Of course we'll go. Emerson, you know I am not trying to offend you."

Emerson grinned, "Cathy, you are correct. By that time we should be done with this job and everyone will be on their own. The ball sounds like a good idea."

Andrews dismounted and the rest followed suit. "My men will take care of your horses. I'll present you to the Major." With that he led the way through the camp.

As they walked, Emerson noted the stir the girls created. The soldiers were polite enough, but everyone of them flashed their best smiles and tipped their hats, and just plain stared. The girls giggled and smiled back enjoying the attention.

Some small chairs were placed in front of one of the larger tents. Seated there was a gray haired man in uniform and another man, a civilian. Cathy, who was walking ahead with Andrews, stopped in her tracks. Turning to the others, she whispered loudly, "Tom Taylor is already here! What do we do?"

By this time they were noticed by the major. Standing, he returned the lieutenant's salute. "What have you brought back with you, Mr. Andrews? You should get a promotion for this!" Reynolds laughed as the lieutenant began the introductions.

"This is Cathy Jordan and this is Maria Casey, Major Reynolds. Emerson Trask to the left, and I'm afraid I didn't catch the names of the other gentlemen." Andrews appeared to feel foolish at the oversight. 

Cathy finished the introductions, "Tom Gordon and my brother Bob are the other two. It's a pleasure to meet you, sir." She shook hands with the commanding officer, as did the others.

Reynolds held Emerson's hand longer than necessary and clapped him on his good shoulder. "I knew you must have made it, son. That was some piece of work! I trust things are working out for you here?"

"Sir, we are here on cattle business," offered Emerson. It was obvious he was uncomfortable with Reynold's question. "Not to be rude, but my personal situation can be discussed sometime in private. We are intruding. We would be glad to leave you alone with this gentleman. We can come back a bit later."

Tom Taylor was in a rage. How was this possible? He never anticipated any competition for this government contract. Instinctively, he checked to be certain his two gunmen were near.

"Thank-you, for the gesture, Mr. Trask, but our business is about finished. Mr. Taylor has just given me his final and lowest price. I would now be interested in what you have to say," replied Major Reynolds.

Taylor jumped to his feet. "You can't consider dealing with this man! He's a gunman, a killer. He has already shot two men dead in the streets of Morgantown! He is the kind of man the Army hunts down, not does business with," Taylor shouted.

Maria saw the Major look at Emerson with a slight smile on his face. "It would seem that Mr. Taylor questions your character, Mr. Trask. Do you offer any response to his charges?"

"I really don't care to discuss my character faults at this time. I am here to sell the Army some cattle," Emerson responded calmly.

Maria was shocked at Emerson's lack of defense for his actions. "Major," she cried, "Emerson only shot those men in self defense after Taylor sent them after him. His men also beat Bob, and slapped Cathy and me on the main street of Morgantown! What kind of man is he?"

"Your men struck these ladies?" Reynolds asked Taylor. "Is that true?" It was clear that Major Reynolds found that information revolting.

That was when Tom Taylor made a serious miscalculation about the men he was facing, and women he was talking about.

He responded, without thinking, "How can you call these women ladies? They have been traveling on a trail drive with a bunch of dirty cowboys. They are nothing more than-"

Tom Gordon had reacted immediately at Taylor's insults of Cathy and Maria. Before Taylor could say any more, Tom covered the short distance between them and grabbed Taylor by the shirt front. He then slapped Taylor's head from side to side several times. In his anger, Tom had neglected Taylor's henchmen. Seeing their employer roughed up, the men reached for their colts. 

A shot rang out and suddenly everything was quiet. One of Taylor's men dropped a gun to the ground and groaned as he held his arm. The other man took his hand off the butt of his gun and raised it slowly.

Maria turned and saw Emerson holding his left hand gun. Smoke was curling up from the barrel. It was pointed toward the man who had just removed his hand from his colt. Tom Gordon let go of Taylor and backed off.

Taylor was livid with rage. "Gordon, I'll ruin your bank. You'll regret this to your dying day! That bank will never see another dime of my money."

"Our bank would rather close than allow tinhorns like you to abuse decent women. If I ever hear you say anything like that again, I'll gut shoot you myself." Tom Gordon's voice was heavy with emotion.

"Major Reynolds, I demand you arrest these men! The Army can't allow the beating and shooting of innocent men," Taylor directed at Reynolds. "Do your job!"

By this time a good portion of the soldiers at the outpost had gathered around the scene. The Major seemed unruffled by the events he had just witnessed. Calmly he gave an order, "Sergeant Day, get this wounded man to the doctor's tent and see that he is taken care of. Sergeant Williams, escort Mr. Taylor and his employee to their horses. I want them to leave as soon as the other man is patched up."

"Mr. Taylor, the Army is not interested in personal disputes between civilians." Reynolds continued, "I would say, however, these men were well within their rights to react as they did. I suspect you are lucky to have gotten off so easy. If Mr. Trask had use of both his hands, and could have gotten to you before Gordon did, the damage to your sorry face would have been much greater. I have no use for a man that would talk that way to a lady, and these are ladies. Now, get out of my sight!"

Reynolds turned to the rest of the soldiers. "I want everyone to return to where they were before that shot was fired." As the troops began to leave, Reynolds turned to Maria and Cathy.

"Could I offer you ladies a seat. It is rare indeed to have such attractive women out here." The officer pointed to two chairs near his. "I apologize for the rude behavior of Taylor. I assure you he did not in any way reflect my opinion, or those of the men under me."

"Major, I thank you for saying that. Maria and I have been through a lot the past couple of weeks, but we certainly are ladies," Cathy replied as she and Maria took the offered seats. "I'm also finding out that it is pretty unhealthy to suggest otherwise with Tom and Emerson around."

"I have to agree with you there," laughed Reynolds. "Taylor seemed to have no idea what he was getting into, although I could see it coming. He can't read men very well if he thought Emerson would let him get away with that."

"I finally get to meet Maria Casey. I was certain the accounts of your beauty were an exaggeration, but now I see they didn't do you justice." Reynolds held Maria's hand as he spoke.

Maria was flabbergasted. "I don't understand exactly what you are saying, but thank you. Could I ask where you may have had me described to you?"

"It was in South America, wasn't it Emerson?" and Reynolds turned to laugh at the cornered look on Emerson's face. "It seems Mr. Trask hasn't mentioned that he and I go back a few years." 

Emerson found his voice. "Walt, let's get on with the business at hand! We don't have all day to reminisce. We are here to see about selling some cattle."

"Emerson, don't be so rude," Cathy reprimanded. "We do have all day and the rest of us are interested in what General Reynolds has to say. Please go on, sir.

The Major laughed as he continued, "We had a sensitive situation in which the U.S. government couldn't be directly involved. Emerson's name was given to me as a man that could help. I was told he was capable and tough. His ship was in port at the time and he was kind enough to volunteer his services, greatly helping some Americans the government could not. This sounds vague to you, but to this day, the government denies involvement in the affair."

"I had the opportunity to have dinner with Emerson the evening before he performed his clairvoyant activities. At that time, he spoke of his misspent youth, and the stigma under which he left Morgantown. He also spent a good part of the meal describing the unlimited charms of one Maria Casey, a girl that absolutely hated him. That is why I am so glad to finally meet you, and see that you must have learned to tolerate Emerson, at least. Otherwise, it would have been a very difficult trip," Major Reynolds concluded. 

"Thank-you General," Cathy said. "We seem to run into people from all over the world that know about Maria. For a girl that has never left New Mexico, she is very well known."

Maria was amazed. Did Emerson know everyone in the world? Was there anyone to whom he failed to mention her name? Still, it always seemed to be nice things that people heard about her and the fact that Emerson had not forgotten her made her feel good.

Maria began to allow her feelings to surface. Emerson had been thinking about her, and telling everyone about her beauty. Maria wasn't particularly vain. She knew that she could be very attractive to Emerson, while still not impressing someone else. She admitted to herself that Emerson was the one she wanted to impress and it was beginning to appear that she had, even more than she dreamed.

Emerson, on the other hand, cursed himself for talking so freely about his past and Maria. Over the years he told more people than he could remember. He never thought Maria would meet any of them, but he should have known better. The world wasn't that big, and people seemed to remember his stories. He hoped that Maria would not take offense at his mentioning of her name. 




In My Life Ch. 04



Maria had been silent and Emerson had squirmed during Reynolds' story. Emerson asked again, "Can we get on with the business now, Walt? What will you pay for beef?"

"Emerson, you know I am in no position to haggle with you," Reynolds replied. "You name a fair price and give me your count. I'll agree to it."

There it was! Emerson knew the rest of them were watching him. This was an opportunity they never expected.

"Walt, you put me in a tough spot. I have to ask as much as I can and I have to treat you right." Emerson went on, "Suppose you give me Taylor's lowest price and your men take the count. Would that be fair?"

"It sure would. I knew you wouldn't take advantage of my debt to you, although Taylor's lowest price was higher than most buyers are paying. We will make the count tomorrow and take control of the herd. It will take a few days to get the draft." Reynolds went on, "Could I give it to you in Santa Fe in a week. I will be in for the Governor's Ball. Why don't you folks go to that, too?"

"Lieutenant Andrews made it a point to invite us to that already," Cathy told the Major. "We are already making plans, and we will see you there. It sure has been a pleasure doing business with you. Should I save a dance for you, General?"

Reynolds laughed as he answered, "That is a condition of this sale! Each of you ladies must reserve a dance for the "General" and I will hold you to it."

"Emerson, I should tell you that Ellen Lander is in Santa Fe and will probably be at the ball. It wouldn't be like her to miss it," Reynolds concluded. "She has been asking about you, trying to find out anything she can. Of course, I told her nothing, as I promised, but she has the resources and intelligence to put the pieces together, even if she doesn't actually know you are in Santa Fe. I can pretty well guarantee that if you go there, she will find you."

Emerson nodded. "I guess it doesn't matter now. Thanks, Walt."

Cathy and Maria exchanged glances at this message. This was another mystery Cathy was determined to solve. Maria also found herself wondering who Ellen was and what she meant to Emerson.

The ride back to the herd passed quickly. Cathy, Tom, and Bob were excited about the day's events and discussed it during the ride. Emerson was pensive and didn't join in, but Maria found herself catching the others' excitement. Soon she was talking and laughing with the others.

Cathy was laughing as she talked about her plans. "We should be in Santa Fe in two days. That gives me time to find something to wear, or have something made. Maria, you have relatives there. Will they help us find everything we need?"

"My cousins will be delighted to help. I haven't seen them for a couple of years, but I know they will. They are probably planning on going themselves." Maria then asked Cathy, "Are you saving any dances for anyone besides the 'General' as you called him. I think he liked that."

"Well, Maria, it sure didn't upset the man, did it? As far as saving any other dances, I guess it will depend on if I'm asked, and by who. Tom and Emerson have already earned them, so I'm offering one to you lucky boys, if you are interested," Cathy declared.

Tom Gordon answered immediately, "Interested? I'd fight for that chance! I hope to sneak more than one from you. How about you, Emerson?"

"I would be a bigger fool than I already am to pass that offer up," responded Emerson. "I look forward to it!" 

Cathy continued, "How about you, Maria? Are you going to save a dance for anyone else, or do you want to save all of them for someone?"

Maria smiled as she answered, "I would certainly make the same offer as you, except I will include Bob and the rest of the crew, if they are interested. I will never be able to thank these men enough. This was difficult, but it worked out well. So, do you cowboys want me to save a dance for you?"

Bob Jordan was the first to respond. "I was hoping you'd ask! Count me in, early in the night. When the other girls see you dance with me, my stock will go up. They'll all want a dance!"

"In that case, I would like the last dance," Tom chuckled. "That will let me remember it longer. How about you, Emerson?"

Emerson looked at his companions. He scratched his chin and appeared to be thinking the offer over. Maria had almost decided to recant her offer when Emerson finally answered. 

"I would ask for the one just before intermission, so you might spend that with me as well." 

Maria was touched. "You fellows know how to make a girl feel good! I won't forget your dances, I promise."

That evening Emerson asked everyone to report to the camp to learn the deal that had been reached. He passed over the preliminary trouble and simply stated the terms of the contract.

"I made the deal and I am glad to stand by it," Emerson told the group. "We should get the government draft in a week, but they are taking the herd tomorrow. Does anyone have any problems with this arrangement?"

Ernie Hooker, who had proven himself a top hand for a man of any age, asked, "It may not be my place to ask, but I'm curious. How did you get such a good deal from the Army? I always heard they liked to buy low." 

Maria answered that question, "You are right, Ernie. It seems that the Major Reynolds owed Emerson a large debt of gratitude for something he did in South America a few years back. Emerson forgot to mention that."

Billy Hatko asked, "Reynolds? South America? I guess Emerson earned a favor!"

Cathy made a mental note to talk to Billy as soon as she had the chance. Billy knew the story and Cathy hated being on the outside of a mystery. He could even know about the girl called Ellen.

There were no complaints. Everyone was more than satisfied. That evening Pat Casey sat by Emerson as they ate. Maria sat near her father and listened as Pat told Emerson, "I can't thank you enough, Emerson. You did what you set out to do. You got the herd through and sold for a good price. Everyone survived. In fact, you were hurt worse than anyone else.

"You came through for Maria in that stampede. I thought I was going to lose her that time. I don't know how I could have faced her mother if something had happened. You risked everything for the girls when Gustin showed up. Your arm is still in a sling from that. I'm just trying to tell you that Carmella, Maria, and I know what you have done for the Casey family. We won't forget it."

Emerson shook Pat's hand. "Pat, I should be thanking you. Your family was good to me back when you had every reason not to be. You threw in on this drive without argument or complaint. You ran things when I was unable to do so. Maria saved me from that Indian and got me through my injuries. You owe me nothing. I feel very much indebted to your entire family."

Maria listened to the two men talk. She realized this was something they felt they had to say. It seemed strange to her that men could be more honest with other men than they were with women, even the ones they loved. Listening, she knew that her father and Emerson would always be friends. It seemed so simple and basic for them.

Cathy and Maria were excited about the drive finishing so well and the impending visit to Santa Fe, including the Governor's Ball. They sat and talked long after the others were sleeping.

"Maria, I saw you drop back with Emerson today while we were riding with Lieutenant Andrews. When you rejoined us you looked a bit flushed. Did that man insist you pay your debt?"

Maria smiled as she thought back to the ride with Emerson. "Are you kidding? He is so proper! I practically had to climb into his saddle to settle my account, but you will be glad to know I have taken care of it."

"Maria, you have changed your opinion from a few weeks ago! I guess you aren't going to claim you hate him any more. Maybe it is the opposite emotion?"

"I never hated him, as you guessed. He just hurt me badly and I felt the need for some kind of revenge. Also, I didn't know how he felt about me and I didn't want to make a fool of myself. I guess I was afraid to show my real feelings."

"You seem to be showing them a little now. How will your mother feel about Emerson? Your Dad seems to think he is the best. Will she approve?" asked Cathy.

"Cathy, haven't you heard my mother talk about him? She was sold on him before I was. She will be delighted, but don't rush this thing. We have no understanding or anything."

"Maria, you can wrap that man around your finger! You can take this anywhere you want to go and you know it."

"How is your romance working out? Tom seems to stick close to you as much as possible. Is this something serious, Cathy?" asked Maria.

"We haven't really talked about it, but I think it might be. It is one reason I am looking forward to the Ball. I can dress up and let Tom see I am not just a cowgirl, although I'm proud to be one. This cattle drive has been a great experience." 

The troops from Major Reynolds' outpost arrived early the next morning. Lieutenant Andrews was in charge and he dallied after his men started the herd. Emerson saw him talk to Maria off to the side and was mildly curious about the nature of the conversation, although he felt he had a good idea what it was about.

The extra horses were sent as well. Andrews assured them that the Army needed them and they would be paid a fair price. With nothing to hold them, the happy group headed for Santa Fe. When darkness began to fall, the lights from the city beckoned to them. It was agreed that since they were that close, they would ride on.

Billy rode beside Emerson. "You should have a big smile on your face, Emerson. Instead, you look like your dog just died. Is anything wrong?" 

Emerson smiled. Billy had a way of cheering him up. "I think I'm experiencing a let down. This thing was so important to me, I could think of nothing else. Now, I feel like a ship with no direction, just floating where the winds take me. I'll get over it soon enough."

"Reynolds said Ellen Lander was in Santa Fe. I really never thought I would ever see her again. I'm afraid she feels indebted to me. I hope she doesn't try to make too much of that incident in San Cristol. I would really like to keep her from our crew, but that isn't likely. That Cathy is a curious sort and seems to figure things out pretty quick."

"I don't think that story will cost you any friends! The fact that the Lander family owns a good chunk of this earth doesn't hurt either. I never saw her, but I heard Ellen Lander is something to look at. What about that, Emerson?"

"You seem to be well informed, as usual, Billy. She is very attractive." Emerson added, "I just don't want to complicate things right now. Ellen will get along fine if she never sees me again. I think I'll stay low while we are in Santa Fe."

"I don't know about you," Billy stated, "but I'll feel better after a bath, a good meal, and a drink. Then things will be right again."

The group stopped at a livery stable not far from The Casa Diaz. Before the drive started, family members had told the crew that they would be at the hotel, waiting to welcome them.

The girls, Tom, and Bob were very excited and hurried off to the hotel as soon as the hostler took the horses. Soon the others followed suit. Emerson and Billy took care of their own mounts before entering the hotel. They were the last two to go in. 

Emerson was surprised at the number of citizens from Morgantown that were present when he entered the hotel. His mother and sister were there and met him with hugs.

"Maria told me you were shot in the shoulder, but you would be okay," Nancy told Emerson. "She said you were the bravest cowboy she ever saw! I'm glad we're all together again."

Emerson's mother held Emerson's left hand as she spoke. "Miguel told me a little about the trip. He said you were the difference, Emerson. All of them talked about the job you did. I'm very proud of you."

Emerson leaned over and kissed his mother on the cheek. "I'm glad I've finally done something you can be proud of, Mother. I never did that when I was a kid. Miguel was great. Be proud of him, too.

Tom Gordon's father was the next to thank Emerson. "You did what most said you couldn't do, son. The trip has changed Tom. I can see that. I would have liked to have been there when he slapped Taylor! We can get by without his business, and sleep better at night for it. That must have been some gunfight you lads were in. I thank you for shooting fast and straight and for everything else." The older Gordon grasped Emerson' good hand as he spoke. 

Emerson couldn't believe it when he saw Vern Jordan and a lady that could only be his wife. "I never expected to see you two here! You have to be Cathy's mom. I see where she got her good looks."

"Cathy told me you were handsome, but she didn't mention how smooth you are," Mrs. Jordan's eyes twinkled as she wrung Emerson's hand. "We couldn't sit around and wonder about the kids, so we came up here with everyone else. I'm not that fragile and the trip did me good." 

Vern Jordan spoke, "Emerson, I was some relieved to see those kids, and everyone else, come through that door. From what I hear, you were largely responsible for that. Thanks a lot, son!"

Emerson began to feel like he was in a receiving line at a wedding. He was dusty and self-conscious of his appearance. Everyone but he and Billy had gone to get cleaned up. He went to the desk to register and remembered he had never mastered writing left-handed. Carmella Casey stepped in close to Emerson and wrote his name for him.

"I was told some of the things you did on that drive, like save my daughter's life twice, at least. Pat choked up telling me about it. Maria was unusually quiet. Emerson, Maria is a wonderful girl. She means more to us than anything else in the world. Pat told you we are your friends for life. I can only repeat it. Thanks for taking care of my daughter." Carmella made little attempt to hide her emotions as she spoke. She gave Emerson a hug and he could feel her sob against his chest. He felt emotions welling up in response.

"Mrs. Casey, Maria really is a wonderful girl and you have every right to be proud of her. When the chips were down, she came through for me. Don't make me more than I am, please. If I should ever be lucky enough to help her, it is for me. It makes me feel better, so that makes it a selfish act." Emerson hugged her back. "You are a lucky woman to have a husband and daughter like you do, and they are even more fortunate to have you."

Emerson went up the stairs to his room. With one hand he cleaned himself up as well as he could. He promised himself a bath in the morning. Struggling out of his clothes, he crawled into his bed.

Someone banging on his door woke Emerson. He got out of bed and opened the door a crack. Billy stood in the hall grinning. "You didn't show up at breakfast and we all thought you were sleeping late. When you didn't show for lunch some of us got a little nervous, so I came up to see if you are all right."

Emerson looked out his window and saw it was afternoon. He must have slept fourteen hours! "Billy, thanks for the concern. I slept more than I ever have. I'm going to find a place for a bath and a shave and then I'll feel human."

It turned out there was a barber shop across from the hotel. When he emerged over an hour later, Emerson had a fresh shave, a haircut, a bath, and a new outfit. He had picked up a suit that was in style and felt much better.

Emerson spent the rest of the day wandering through Santa Fe. It was already an old city and Emerson found it interesting. His command of Spanish was a definite aid in a city were so many spoke it, and not English. It reminded Emerson of the times his ship would dock in a new port and he would explore the culture of that part of the world.

Emerson carried one colt, tucked in his waist and covered by his jacket. Occasionally, he saw men wearing holsters but for the most part no guns were visible. He had decided to not wear his sling. He found he could hook his thumb on his belt and keep his shoulder still. He felt less awkward that way.

He ran into other crew members and some of the relatives from Morgantown several times during the day. They were all very warm to Emerson, and sometimes that made him uncomfortable. Still, he was always gracious.

Near evening, as he entered a mercantile, he almost bumped into Maria. She was with Cathy and two pretty girls of obvious Spanish decent. Emerson tipped his hat.

Cathy saw Emerson and called to him, "Emerson, you really look a lot better. How do we look?" and with that, Cathy stood by Maria and turned slowly as Emerson watched.

Emerson's eyes told the story. These two girls from little Morgantown would not soon be forgotten in Santa Fe. They were dressed in dresses of Spanish style and were beautiful. Maria with dark hair, and Cathy with blonde, the two made a contrast that enhanced each.

Emerson gave a gulp and replied, "I am almost speechless. I would have to say that I have never seen a lovelier vision. You girls could cause a riot dressed like that. Be careful."

Cathy started to laugh, but Maria seemed nervous. She had Cathy's arm and started to pull her back to their shopping. One of the two Spanish girls that were with them looked at Emerson and gave a big smile.

"Emerson?" she said in a Spanish accent. Then, in Spanish, she continued, "I am Maria's cousin. She has told us so much about you over the years! I thought she had made you up, but I see you are very real and Maria was telling the truth. I'm sorry, do you speak Spanish?"

Emerson smiled at the girl, "Yes, and Maria said she had some attractive relatives, but she didn't do you justice."

The girl was about Maria's age and was pleased with Emerson's comment. The other girl had joined them and she told Emerson, "I think Maria is afraid we will steal you away. That is why she has not introduced us. I am Consuela and my sister is Margarita. We have listened to Maria tell Emerson stories every time she would visit for years. Finally, we meet you. I see why she is so proud of you!"

Maria was flustered and made an attempt to end the embarrassment. "You have met Emerson, now let's get on with our shopping. I'm sure Emerson has things to do."

"Maria, you don't want us to talk to him! Are you afraid we will say something to embarrass you? After all your talk, it would seem like you would be glad to show him off." Consuela ended her words with a small pout. 

Cathy had been able to understand enough to catch what was going on. She laughed, "Maria, you are so selfish! Your cousins have heard about Emerson for years and you are trying to get rid of him now. That's what you get for bragging."

Emerson saw Maria's discomfort increase and decided it would be best if he left. "It has been a pleasure meeting you, but I do have to attend to some business," Emerson lied. In English he added, "Remember to be careful, you girls are too pretty!"

Cathy was enjoying the situation. "Thanks, Emerson. Are you going to give your girl, Maria, a kiss good-bye?"

"Cathy, you do love trouble, don't you?" Emerson laughed. "I think it best if I left as fast as possible." As he spoke, Emerson turned and left the building.

Maria's cousins were clearly impressed with Emerson and told Maria so. "Maria, he is so strong and handsome! We thought he was someone you had made up, the way you described him. Now I see you were truthful. You are very fortunate!" Consuela exclaimed.

It was a few minutes before they got back to the task of finding the things Maria and Cathy wanted for the ball. Eventually Maria was alone with Cathy. Maria didn't know if she should laugh or cry.

"Cathy, I might as well tell you what that was about, if you haven't already guessed. When I visited my cousins, they always talked about all the boys, and then men, in their lives. I had to have something, and Emerson was far away, so it seemed safe for me to tell them about him and that he was my suitor. I never thought he would ever meet them! That was so embarrassing! What must Emerson think?"




In My Life Ch. 04



"Maybe he'll think you like him, and are proud of him. Is that so bad?" Cathy asked.

Maria was thoughtful for a moment and then told Cathy, "I am going to tell my cousins the truth. It will be embarrassing for a while, but they won't bother Emerson any more."

Cathy held Maria by the shoulders and spoke directly to her. "Are you crazy? Did Emerson look flustered? We both know he likes you, so you weren't telling a lie. In fact, it was probably the only time in the past eight years you were truthful about how you felt about Emerson. You can always tell them it didn't work out, if it doesn't. For now, let it go. No one was hurt. Certainly not you or Emerson."

Maria looked down. "Cathy, you always seem to understand what I should do. You are a real friend. I guess I'll let it go. The embarrassing part is over now anyway."

Cathy and Maria had made it a point to ask Billy about Emerson's business with Major Reynolds in South America and about Ellen Lander. Billy had not been helpful. He refused to elaborate on the former and claimed to have never met any Ellen Lander, or even heard of her. Still, the two girls had come away with the feeling Billy was not telling them what he did know.

"Maria, Billy is keeping information from us, I'm sure. Men really stick together. It occurs to me that if this Ellen Lander is in town, we should be able to find something out about her, with some discreet questioning."

"We have to be careful not to be too obvious or we could look rather foolish, Cathy. But it is worth a try. I must admit I am rather curious about this woman. I wonder if she is attractive. Somehow, I know she must be."

On the second evening after their arrival, Cathy and Maria were out shopping for the ball. Cathy came up to Maria with a mysterious look on her face.

"Well, it sure wasn't hard to find out who Ellen Lander is. This clerk couldn't say enough about her!"

Maria waited for the rest. "Cathy, don't play games with me. What did you learn?"

"Just that Ellen Lander is the richest, most beautiful woman in the country. Other than that, she isn't all that special, I'm sure."

"Cathy, are you serious? I can never tell when you are telling the truth."

"Maria, her father owns mines all over the world. They are wealthy, incredibly so. She is young and beautiful and in Santa Fe, staying at the best hotel, of course. It seems that every single man in the territory is presenting himself to her constantly. Everyone knows Ellen Lander, the clerk says."

"Did you happen to hear any connection with Emerson? I guess I don't have to ask. She's probably met him in some exotic part of the world. If she has, she will remember him, I'm certain." Maria was not enjoying Cathy's information.

The following afternoon, Carmella, Molly, Nancy, Cathy, and Maria were all together, strolling through stores and outdoor markets in the old part of the city. A shop specializing in silver caught their attention and they entered it. The jewelry was magnificent and all the women turned quiet as they looked at the different pieces.

Cathy saw Molly looking at a beautiful silver necklace. "Look, that piece has Molly Hernandez written all over it! It would look great on you, Molly!"

Ellen Lander had decided to pick up some gifts for her friends in Denver. It was that decision that brought her to the same shop Maria and her companions were visiting. As she entered, Ellen heard the name Molly Hernandez.

"Excuse me! Did you say Molly Hernandez?" she asked the group. "Is someone here named Molly Hernandez?"

Maria turned to the questioner. She was not prepared for what she saw. A fashionably dressed young woman stood by the door. Her hair was copper colored and well coifed. Her figure was perfect and her looks stunning.

It was Nancy that broke the surprised silence. "My mother is Molly Hernandez. Why do you want her?"

Ellen looked from Nancy to Molly. It was apparent that she was in an excited state. That was when she turned and saw Maria. Staring, she approached Maria, a question forming on her lips.

"Are you Maria? There can't be two as lovely as you. You do have the look of an angel!"

Maria was shocked that this woman knew who she was. "Yes, I am Maria Casey. And you can only be Ellen Lander." 

"So you know me? Have you seen, I mean, do you know a man, tall and handsome, that went to sea many years ago? I probably sound crazy, but I must know."

Cathy stepped forward. "Miss Lander, Maria isn't giving out information today. You'll have to excuse us."

Maria knew Cathy was trying to keep the Lander woman from Emerson and loved Cathy for it. She also knew that would solve nothing, only delay it.

"You are asking about Emerson?" Maria asked Ellen.

"Emerson? That would be his name. He seemed like an Emerson. Have you seen him in the past year and a half?" Ellen asked.

"Certainly. We are staying at the same hotel, the Casa Diaz. He is probably there now." Maria answered.

"He is? Is he all right. I mean is his health good?" Ellen was holding Maria's arms as she spoke.

"He is quite well, except for the bullet wound in his shoulder, but that is improving rapidly. It only happened a couple of weeks ago, but he is a fast healer." Maria answered.

"He has been shot again?" Ellen cried.

Carmella had been listening to the conversation and making little sense of it. "Could I ask what is going on? You have completely lost me."

"Mother, this is Ellen Lander. She is as wealthy as she is lovely. She and Emerson seem to go back a ways, and she is obviously anxious to see him again."

Carmella had noticed Maria's softening toward Emerson since their arrival in Santa Fe. It was quite apparent Ellen Lander was not a person with whom Maria felt she wanted to compete. Emerson seemed to have a way of attracting desirable women. She felt some of the emotions her daughter was experiencing and was proud of Maria's control.

Ellen could not contain her pleasure. "I can't believe my good luck. I was hoping I would find him, but I had almost given up. Hearing the name Molly Hernandez brought it all together. That and seeing this beautiful woman." She indicated Maria as she spoke. "Emerson really does have good taste."

"Thank-you so much! I haven't much time so I must go find him. Will I see you at the Ball? We can visit then. There is so much we can share!"

Again it was Cathy that answered. "We'll be there. Maria has promised Emerson a dance. He's really sweet on her you know."

"I sure do! I'll see you there," Ellen answered as she headed back out the door.

"Mother, isn't she beautiful!" Maria whispered to Carmella. "She is a real lady, in every sense."

"She is lovely, but certainly no more so than you. I've seen the way people, especially men, look at you. You are second to no one, and I'm sure Emerson will agree," Carmella responded. 

Cathy moved close to Maria. "She does seems to be up on fashion, but you didn't have to make it easy for her to find Emerson. Why did you tell her where to find him?"

"Cathy, you are a wonderful friend, and I appreciate it, believe me. She would have found him sooner or later, and I have no right or reason to keep them apart."

"Well, I sure don't see it that way, but you are probably right. Did you see the heads turn when she went down the street? I think we'll have to work really hard to get ready for the Ball. She said she would be there."

By this time, Carmella and Molly were unable to contain their curiosity. Questions came faster than answers. There was much Cathy and Maria did not know, but were determined to find out.

Ellen Lander went directly to Emerson's hotel after leaving Maria, only to find Emerson was not in. She decided to finish her errands and check back at the hotel afterward. 

Later that day, Cathy and Maria volunteered to carry the group's purchases back to their rooms, while the rest continued browsing through the city.

"This trip has been so good for my mother and Molly! They really do need to get away from the ranch now and then. Nancy is really enjoying herself, too. That cattle drive really did turn out well, didn't it?" Maria asked as the two women strolled toward the hotel.

"I should smile! We haven't been able to dress up, or see anything but home for quite some time. We also have a couple of pretty good men interested in us. Who knows how well this will turn out!"

"You are always so optimistic, Cathy. We shouldn't expect too much, or we could be disappointed," Maria cautioned.

"You are always so careful, Maria. I thought you were getting over that. I do expect a lot and I'll do what I can to help make it happen. I'm willing to take the chance. For you, it is practically a done deal. That man worships you."

Maria was smiling at her friend's words as they turned into their hotel. As they entered the lobby, Maria suddenly stopped. Cathy looked to see the cause of Maria's action. In the center of the room, Ellen Lander had her arms around Emerson, kissing him on the lips.

Maria sobbed quietly, turned and left the building. Cathy followed, not knowing what to say. Maria simply kept walking and Cathy worked to stay with her.

Finally, Maria slowed her pace. Cathy saw the tears winding down her cheeks and tried to cheer Maria up. "It doesn't have to be that bad, Maria. They could be friends that haven't seen each other in a long time. Emerson might have been trying to be polite."

"Cathy, don't treat me like a fool, although I am one! We both saw it. He wasn't being polite! What man would be able to resist a woman like that? I was fine on a cattle drive, but in civilization, she wins hands down. I can't compete with a beautiful, rich Anglo!" 

Cathy was surprised at the emotion Maria displayed. She began to realize Emerson meant more to Maria than she let on. For one of the few times she could remember, Cathy could think of nothing to say.

Ellen Lander had returned to the hotel to find Emerson in the lobby. With no concern for anyone else in the room, she rushed to him.

"Emerson! That is your name. I am so glad to see you! I was so afraid you didn't make it that day!" With that, careful to avoid his tender shoulder, she wrapped her arms around his waist and kissed him.

Emerson was embarrassed but amused at Ellen. "You didn't think I'd stay in that town long after that business, did you? I got back to the ship and we sailed immediately. I know where I'm not welcomed. How is your brother? And your father?"

"Dad is the same as always. I'm leaving today to meet him at one of our mines, but we'll be back for the Ball. I met Maria. She is beautiful!"

"You did? Did she know you? What did she say?" Emerson didn't try to hide his surprise.

"She told me your name and where to find you. I heard the name Molly Hernandez. I knew the ship in port that day was called The Molly Hernandez and that if you lived, you must have left on it. Then I saw a woman I had heard described once by you, and asked if she was Maria. Did I tell you she is beautiful?" Ellen asked.

"Yes, and you are right. It sounds like she knew more than I realized. How is Dan?"

He is doing well. He'll always have a game leg, but after what he went through, we'll live with it. He is running the office in Chicago. He's in love again and engaged to a really nice girl. We owe all that to you." Ellen again gave Emerson a hug as she spoke. "I'm running late. My wagon was supposed to leave an hour ago, but I put it off, looking for you. When I get back we'll have to talk. Dad will want to see you, I'm sure. Are you going to the Ball?"

"That is the plan. Have a good trip and I'll see you when you get back." Emerson realized Ellen still had her arms wrapped around him. People had to notice. Ellen was considered to be a bit of a princess in Santa Fe.

Ellen had no interest in who was watching. Reaching up, she kissed Emerson again. "I'm so glad I found you and you are healthy, and that things are going well with Maria. You deserve it! So long for now, Emerson. Dad will be wondering where I am. I have to leave town, but I'll be back for the Ball. If Maria doesn't mind I would like to have a dance or two with you, Emerson." She turned and left.

Emerson turned to see Bob, Tom, and Billy looking his way, their mouths still open. It was apparent they were impressed with Ellen Lander.

"I assume that was Ellen Lander?" Billy asked. "I guess everything I heard about her was true, and then some. Was that another display of gratitude we just witnessed?"

Emerson had a sheepish smile. "You're exactly right, Billy. Heck, she didn't even know my name before today. She said Maria told her where I could be found." 

"How do you become so friendly with someone that doesn't know your name?" questioned Tom. "If we could find a way to market your attraction to the opposite sex, we could be rich."

Emerson laughed. "It is part of the favor I did in South America for Major Reynolds. It's a long story."

"You wouldn't want to go through the things Emerson did to win a woman's affections, believe me," added Billy. "If you gentlemen have the time and care to buy a beer or two, I'll tell you the story."

"Billy, I think that story can wait, if you don't mind. I promised the major I would never connect him with that situation, remember? Just stow it, please."

"Since you put it that way, all right. I still have some good stories, if you gentlemen care to join me for a drink," grinned Billy.

Cathy and Maria wandered the sidewalks for half an hour. Finally, Cathy prevailed upon Maria to return to the hotel.

"I suppose we can go back now. She must have relaxed her grip by this time," Maria pouted.

They saw no one as they returned to their rooms. Maria was depressed and Cathy could not bring her out of it. "I'm going back out to see if I can catch up with the others. Will you go with me, Maria?"

"I wouldn't be good company, as you must realize by now. I'll stay here for awhile, Cathy, thanks. I would appreciate it if you didn't say anything to the others about Emerson and Ellen Lander. I don't want everyone to know how much it hurt. I especially don't want to give that satisfaction to Emerson!"

Later that evening, Maria joined the other women for dinner in the dining room. She was still subdued, but feared she would arouse suspicions if she remained in her room. She was intent on not letting the others know how much Emerson's interest in Ellen Lander distressed her. It became difficult as the evening progressed.

"I bumped into your cousins today, Maria. They seem to think you and Emerson are romantically involved. Are you aware of that and where do you suppose they came up with that idea?" questioned Carmella.

Cathy could hardly contain her laughter as Maria gave her best straight-faced answer.

"Mother, you know how those girls have always been looking for men. They think I am the same. They met Emerson when they were shopping with Cathy and me. They assumed more than there was."

Carmella was looking past Maria as she finished talking. Maria turned her head to see what so interested her mother. Cathy was also looking behind Maria. Cathy's mother and Molly also turned to look.

Maria could not believe her eyes when she saw Jake and his brother Eli, approaching her table.

"Hello, Mam. We stopped to get some dinner. When Eli saw you he thought it would be impolite not to say hello. It's good to see you made it to Santa Fe. How is your husband feeling? Is his shoulder healing okay?"

Cathy raised a napkin to her face to hide her laughter as Maria answered Jake's question.

"He is much better, thank-you. He was here somewhere. You can check around if you really want to see him. Or simply wait. He should be eating dinner before too long." Maria was aware the others were totally confused, but Jake and Eli still frightened her and she knew they would never bother her if they felt Emerson was around.

"I didn't think he would be very far from you. I could tell the other day the way he watched you all the time that he was the jealous type. He probably worried about Eli and me, being so good lookin' and all." Jake's eyes were all over Maria as he spoke.

"Yes, he is very jealous. His shoulder was hurt fighting with men that had insulted me. They will not bother any more ladies, if you know what I mean," Maria replied. "It may be best if he doesn't see you talking with me. His temper can be so difficult to control!"

"I guess I understand, Mam. We sure don't want to shoot it out with him! I heard it was the Gustin bunch that winged him," Jake added. "He took care of Tuleya and Miller! We'll steer clear."

The brothers tipped their hats and retreated across the room to a corner table. They took seats that allowed them both the opportunity to watch Maria's table.

Cathy had tears streaming down her cheeks and Carmella was laughing as well. The others were smiling. "I think those two like you, Maria. Did you see the way they looked at you? It sure is a great time for you husband to be off somewhere with those cowboys. Your heart could be stolen by Eli!" Cathy teased.

"Cathy, it wasn't funny. We met them on the trail. I told them we were married. Emerson was weak and I didn't like the way they looked at me. I thought they would be less likely to bother me if they thought I was married. You saw how they were!"

Molly smiled at Maria. "I like that idea. You would make a wonderful daughter!"

"Thanks, Molly. That is a compliment, but I wouldn't count on anything. I have several suitors and I am certain Emerson enjoys the company of more than a few women."

It was at that moment that Emerson entered the dining room with Tom, Bob, and Billy. He noticed Jake and Eli immediately and stopped at Maria's table.

"I see the dirt brothers are here. Have they bothered you, Maria?"

Maria's coldness surprised him. "It isn't necessary for you to concern yourself about me. I can handle my own problems."

Carmella looked at Maria, then turned a questioning glance to Cathy. Cathy managed a slight shrug of her shoulders and Carmella nodded. 

"It's a good thing you got here, Emerson. Your 'wife' was being sweet talked by that Jake fellow. He seems to think you are all that stands in his way of winning Maria." Carmella was determined not to let Maria drive Emerson away. She didn't know why Maria was so curt with him, but had been around Maria enough to know it wouldn't last.

Carmella smiled at Emerson as she spoke and nodded at the brothers seated in the far corner. She watched understanding wash across his face. He reddened and laughed. "I guess they did talk to you! It is so hard to keep a secret in this country. Deceit always comes back to haunt you, doesn't it?"

Again Emerson was surprised by Maria. "That is a good thing for you to keep in mind, although you should be accustomed to it by now." 

"Maria, have they been bothering you? I can go over and talk to them."

"Emerson, I'm afraid Cathy and my mother have a strange sense of humor. Jake merely asked how my husband was feeling and these two made a big deal of it. I explained how the story seemed a good idea at the time. I know now it was a mistake."

Emerson was unsure why Maria was so cold toward him, but he knew it would be wise to remove himself from her company. "Ladies, enjoy your dinner. I'll join the sorry looking collection of misfits at that table and attempt to elevate their existence. Excuse me."

It was on the fourth night of their stay, and two nights before the ball, that Maria brought a gentleman to dinner. He was a tall, handsome man around thirty. He dressed the part of a fine gentleman, with a dark suit and a fancy, ruffled shirt.

She had been sitting in the hotel lobby when a handsome stranger approached her. He displayed a wide smile with fine white teeth. "Would you be offended if I took this seat near you?" he had asked. "I'm certain a woman as beautiful as you is constantly beset by admirers."




In My Life Ch. 04



Maria was still brooding about Emerson and Ellen Lander. The attention of the good-looking stranger lifted her spirits. "Thank-you, sir. You are very kind. You are welcomed to sit near me."

The rest of the day passed swiftly as the stranger engaged her in a long and varied conversation. He introduced himself as Michael Estrada. His stories were interesting and his attention flattering. Maria found herself laughing and enjoying herself for the first time since she had seen Ellen Lander with Emerson.

It seemed natural to invite him to dine with her, and he was quick to accept. To herself, Maria was thinking what a good lesson it would be for Emerson. He wasn't the only one found attractive by the opposite sex. The idea of him being jealous appealed to Maria.

Maria introduced him to the gathering. "This is Michael Estrada, from southern New Mexico, not far from the border. He is in Santa Fe on business and is going to stay for the ball."

Emerson worked at keeping a poker face. The others all seemed to glance his way, judging his reaction. Emerson offered Estrada his hand. "It's a pleasure, sir." Emerson winced as the man shook his hand vigorously.

Maria felt a moment of remorse as she realized Emerson's shoulder was still tender. "Michael, this is Emerson. He was shot in the shoulder a couple of weeks ago and is still sore, so please be careful." She then introduced him to the rest of her friends in the room.

The rest of the dinner was spent listening to Estrada's accounts of his amazing life and experiences. Emerson found his mind wandering as the dandy went on about the things he had seen and done. Emerson had seen men like that before, full of themselves and not interested in others. Before too long, Pat, Billy, Miguel and Emerson were carrying on their own conversation, allowing Michael the opportunity to dazzle the ladies.

Normally, the men would linger over coffee and dessert, but this dinner ended abruptly, with the men retiring to the hotel bar. Pat Casey chuckled as he sipped a beer. "That dude is still talking in there! I haven't met a man as impressed with himself in some time. I sure hope I don't see much of him."

The rest laughed. They all held both Maria and Emerson in high regard and were careful to avoid any insulting comments. Emerson had judged the man to be mostly talk and little else. He found himself hoping Maria didn't find him too interesting, though he felt it was unlikely. She was a sharp girl, not easily fooled. 

After that evening, Estrada was constantly at Maria's side. He had become an intense suitor and Maria appeared pleased with his attention. Others were less impressed.

The next day saw a conspiracy, of sorts, as Emerson and Billy decided to eat an hour early and avoid Maria's new friend. Billy mentioned it to Bob in the early afternoon, and soon after Emerson sat down with Billy to eat, Bob came in to join them. It wasn't long before Cathy and Tom pulled up chairs at the table. Emerson had to smile when he saw his family enter with Cathy's parents. Ernie Hooker even made an early appearance. He was a quiet man and said nothing as he sat down, but Emerson thought he looked a little bit sheepish. Soon the conversation was flowing and everyone was enjoying the meal.

"I'm sure my father would be with us if he had stayed," Tom offered. "Before he left, he told me that talkers like Estrada are what made him decide to leave Denver for Morgantown. Dad had as much vacation as he has had in years. He was anxious to get back and make sure the bank was still there."

Cathy was smiling as she sat next to Tom. Their friendship seemed to be developing into something more, Emerson observed to himself. He felt good about that. He really enjoyed them both.

"Pat Casey was fit to be tied when he heard we were going to eat an hour early," Cathy laughed. "I felt like I should explain to him why we were, so he wouldn't be angry that we left Carmella and him out. He told me I didn't have to tell him why, he had thought of doing the same, but was afraid of Maria."

"In our travels, Emerson and I have seen that kind a lot," Billy offered. "He talks a storm, but when the chips are down men like that aren't anywhere to be found. Maria must be going deaf by now. How can she put up with that four-flusher?"

Again, the group laughed. It was an enjoyable meal. Everyone was careful to finish before the Casey family arrived.

"I hope Maria gets the message," Cathy stated as everyone was leaving. "I can't understand what she sees in that dude." Then she added, "Unless, it's that he pays attention to her, unlike some others I know." She looked at Emerson as she spoke.

A short while later Maria and Michael were seated with Carmella and Pat at the table. That no one else had arrived yet seemed strange. After a few more minutes Maria commented on it.

"I wonder where everyone is? It isn't like them all to be late for dinner. I hope there isn't a problem. I saw Cathy and Tom this afternoon and everything seemed fine."

"Actually, they already ate," Carmella told Maria. "There was something they wanted to do and had to be there at this time. Cathy spoke to your father and me about it. We can have a nice family dinner this evening."

By this time, Michael had launched into an incredible account of a battle he had been in with several desperadoes. He seemed oblivious to the fact that his dinner audience had diminished greatly.

Maria looked at her mother and realization gradually crept over her. She became angry. Anyone that was her friend should accept Michael, she thought. They must not be her friends. As the dinner wore on she noticed her father squirm, like a small boy. He was not enjoying himself, either. 

Maria knew her father would not criticize anyone she was interested in. He would do anything to make her happy. Listening to Michael carry on could be tiring, she admitted to herself. He was consumed with himself. Most of his stories seemed incredible.

Maria found herself comparing Michael to Emerson. She had found herself doing that often and it irritated her. Why did everyone have to measure up to Emerson? Emerson had been all over the world, but only talked about it when asked. He was a terror in any kind of a fight. She had seen that. Still he never bragged about it. Women were attracted to him, but he wasn't vain. As Michael droned on, Maria knew that she would not see him again. She wasn't enjoying him either. He had simply been a diversion. He was handsome and she had enjoyed the attention, but she admitted, she really didn't like being with him. The others were right.

When dinner was finished, Michael suggested they take a stroll around the city as they had done the previous evening. Complaining of a headache, Maria asked Michael to walk her to her room. 

A short time later her mother knocked on the door. "Maria, can I get you anything?" she asked.

Maria went to the door and opened it. "Come in, Mother. I feel fine. It's just that Michael was driving me crazy. Why didn't you tell me everyone thought he was a bore? It's quite embarrassing."

"Maria, no one can tell you who to like or not to like. That is why you spend time with many people. Eventually, you find some one with the traits you like. Finding a man is difficult because they are reluctant to let you see them as they are, at least before it is too late."

"Mother, what happens if you find someone and they don't like you? That can happen."

"Maria, if they don't like you as you are, you are better off without them, no matter how wealthy or handsome they are." Carmella answered. "I doubt a girl like you would have that problem."

Maria began to sob and her mother took her in her arms. "Mother, I seem to have it. I say and do the wrong things all the time. I can't be polite and charming when I am with him. What is wrong with me?"

Carmella was surprised and touched by her daughter's confession. She had grown into such an independent and popular young women, that Carmella never suspected Maria wasn't in complete control of her emotions and her life.

"Dear, if you say and do what you feel is right, there will be no problem. You are a beautiful and popular young woman. I know of no young man that is immune to your charms. You have to be patient. You also have to risk being hurt. When you give your heart, there is a chance the person you love can cause you pain. You have to decide if it is worth it." Carmella continued, "I have hurt your father and he has broken my heart a few times, but the love we share has made it worthwhile."

"I just feel so awkward, like a little girl with her first crush," Maria said. "I am so afraid to admit I like him, even to myself. I have done everything imaginable to make him dislike me. I feel foolish."

Carmella smiled at Maria, "That sounds like love, and I can assure you he does not dislike you. I don't think he could."

"You didn't see him with Ellen Lander! She was shameless, kissing him in the hotel lobby. He wasn't complaining any either. I can't compete with a beautiful, wealthy Anglo."

"Maria, listen to yourself! I never felt I was less than anyone else because I was Spanish! Quite the opposite. I'm proud of it. If someone is foolish enough to feel that way, it is their problem. I can assure you Emerson thinks the world of you, and you know it. I'm growing tired of your excuses and fears. You have been breaking that man's heart the past few days. Now I know why. Jealousy! Maria, I doubt there is a woman in the world that could take Emerson from you, unless you drive him away." 

Emerson was awakened by a knocking on his door. He pulled on his pants and opened the door slightly. Bob, Tom. and Billy were standing in the hall.

"If you are having trouble sleeping you could play cards or something. Why did you wake me up?" asked Emerson.

Billy spoke for the group. "Emerson, get dressed. There is something we think you should know." 

Billy would not tell Emerson any more until he was dressed and going out the hotel door with the others.

"Bob and I were out checking some of the night spots and we came across that damn Michael drinking with some of his cronies at a cantina a few blocks down. I want you to hear what he is saying. We got Tom up just in case."

Emerson looked at Billy. "What are you telling me? Is there going to be trouble?" 

Billy answered, "Emerson, knowing you and how you feel, I would say there will be! When we get there don't let on you know Spanish."

They reached the cantina and took a table. Nearby was Michael, drinking with some men. He was as talkative as usual. The men he sat with were not what Emerson would call model citizens.

In English, they asked the bartender to bring four beers. Michael looked at Emerson's group and addressed Emerson in Spanish. Emerson smiled and waved. Michael laughed and spoke to his friends. He was calling Emerson every bad name he could think of. All the time he was laughing. If Emerson hadn't known Spanish, he never would have guessed Michael's meaning.

The group sitting at Michael's table glanced at Emerson's table and laughed. They were having a good time at Emerson's expense. 

"This is no reason to get me out of bed." Emerson told his friends in a quiet voice. "He doesn't like me. I could have lived with that, and even slept through it. Let's finish our beers and get out of here."

"Just sit still and listen," Billy replied softly. "We didn't drag you down here for nothing!" 

There was a good sized crowd, Emerson noted. It appeared to be cantina frequented by many of the locals. Emerson recognized several men he had seen working in several of the businesses he had visited in the past several days.

"Men," Emerson told the group. "I am going when I finish this beer. That dude can call me anything he likes. I am not going to fight with a friend of Maria's."

Bob adamantly told Emerson, "He sure isn't her friend!"

At that moment, Emerson heard Michael use Maria's name, and quite loudly. He turned his attention to Michael. Emerson felt his face glow as he listened to Maria's handsome suitor carry on. Suddenly, Emerson stood, sending his chair backward. The noise attracted the attention of the group at Estrada's table. 

Emerson, in Spanish, spoke to Estrada. "You are a liar! You are lower than any dog! Tell everyone that you lie." 

Michael had heard Emerson was tough, but his friends were with him and Emerson, he knew, had a bad right shoulder. Slowly Michael stood, and as he did so, he produced a knife.

Billy, Tom, and Bob were on their feet behind Emerson. Soon Michael's allies were standing as well. 

Billy spoke to his friends. "This is Emerson's play, unless the others want to join in. Stand ready!"

Emerson stood still as Michael shifted the knife from one hand to the other. His sneer indicated he felt little concern for Emerson's ability to defend himself.

Tom spoke, "Billy, Emerson doesn't have a gun and only one good arm! We'd better help him!" 

"Hold your ground." Billy replied. "Emerson can handle this tinhorn. If he needs or wants help he'll let us know." 

At that moment, Estrada made a lunge for Emerson. Emerson stepped to his left, and tried to deflect the knife hand. Emerson's sore shoulder betrayed him. He was too slow. Estrada's knife sank into Emerson's shoulder not far from his recent bullet wound. Emerson gasped in pain, and then reached across his body and grabbed Michael's knife hand with his left. He then pulled it down and brought it behind Estrada in one quick move. Everyone in the room heard the bone in Estrada's arm break and the knife rattle on the floor..

Estrada began whimpering, like a hurt child. His friends stood where they were, surprised at the swift and brutal outcome. Estrada had sat down again, clutching his arm.

"Now, I want you to speak the truth. How well to you know Maria?" Emerson demanded.

"We are only friends. I have done nothing more than kiss her hand. She will be furious when she hears that you broke my arm," Michael whined.

Still in Spanish, Emerson grimly stated, "She may be, but if I ever hear you defame Maria in any way, I'll take that knife you like so well and cut out your heart."

With that Emerson turned and walked out the door. His friends, alert for any trouble, followed.

On the way back to the hotel, Emerson spoke to his comrades. "I appreciate what you fellows did. Now, I ask that you don't speak of this to anyone. Maria doesn't need to hear what that scum was saying."

"We won't have to talk if we don't get that bleeding stopped," Billy answered. "Maria will be able to read it in your obituary."

Returning to his room, Emerson stripped off his bloody shirt. Billy arrived with some cloths and began working on the cut. After cleaning it, Billy produced some flour and applied it to the oozing wound. As the group watched, the bleeding diminished and finally stopped. Next, Billy applied bandages to the wound.

"I think we have it, but I was worried. Emerson, how did he ever stick you?"

"I forgot my shoulder was stiff. I was too slow, and he was quick. Aren't you going to stitch me up, Billy?"

"Not with this one. It is pretty deep. You'll have to heal from the inside out. It will drain for a few days. This is going to leave a bad scar, not that it will be the first."

Bob had been watching and listening to the two friends. "You two act like you've been through this kind of thing a lot."

"I've been patching this hombre for years now. I guess it is getting to be a habit. Emerson, what are you going to tell Maria about this?" Billy asked.

"I'll keep this cut to myself. If it bothers me everyone will think it is the old bullet wound. The rest is up to Estrada. I'll see what he comes up with. I doubt it will be the truth."

Tom asked, "Emerson, I'll go along with what you say. I just wonder why you don't want to tell Maria what really happened?"

"Tell her what her beau was saying about her in a cantina full of people? I'd rather she never learns that story. I came close to using his knife on him. I knew she'd never forgive me if I did.."

"I think we have had enough excitement for the night. It's late and tomorrow is the Ball. Let's get out of here and let Emerson sleep. I can use some myself," concluded Billy.

Maria was preparing for breakfast, when she heard a knock on her door. She opened it to find Michael, his arm in a sling, standing in the hall. 

"What happened to you?" asked Maria.

Michael spent the next ten minutes explaining to Maria how his arm had been broken. He had been attacked by Emerson while playing cards with a few friends in a local cantina. Emerson seemed to be in a jealous rage and may have been drinking as well. Michael knew Maria thought highly of Emerson and refused to fight. Emerson grabbed his arm and jerked it around behind him and broke it before his friends could intervene. 

Emerson slept little that night. His pain had been constant and at times he ran a fever. He had never been so glad to see the sun come up. Slowly he dressed and went down for breakfast. His shoulder was extremely sore and he was unable to move it even slightly with out shuddering in pain. Still he had to eat . Over the years, Emerson had learned that food and water were essentials to a man that had lost blood.

Entering the dining room, Emerson saw that most of the people from Morgantown were already there. Billy, Bob, and Tom all watched him closely as he walked to the nearest table. With great effort, Emerson greeted everyone. No one seemed to notice anything different so he felt he was masking his pain quite well. Before he was able to sit, Ellen Lander and her father came through the doorway.

Beaming, Ellen led her father to Emerson's table. "Father couldn't believe I had found you here in Santa Fe. We got in late last night and he insisted on paying you a visit as soon as possible." Having said that, Ellen reached up and gave Emerson a quick kiss.

Before Emerson could even blush, Charlie Lander's big hand was extended to him. Emerson smiled, "Sir, it is a pleasure to see you, but I have to use my left hand . My right shoulder is pretty stiff."

"Ellen mentioned you had been shot again, son. That seems to be a common occurrence for you. I've waited a year and a half to thank you for getting Dan out of that hellhole. Reynolds said you were the man for the job, but I had some doubts. By the time it was over, I realized I had underestimated you, but not as bad as those thugs in San Cristol did!"

Emerson saw the rest of the room was watching this meeting and felt self-conscious. Maria's mother looked puzzled, as did his own mother. This was going to take some explaining, he realized.

Suddenly Maria entered the room and recognized Ellen standing alongside Emerson. She thought she could never be any more upset than she was after Michael's visit. She had been wrong! Maria's fury was complete as she marched up to Emerson.

Carmella had witnessed Ellen's kiss and familiarity with Emerson from her table. She understood that it was friendship and not romance, and felt relief for Maria. Then as her daughter entered the room, Carmella knew Maria did not see it that way. Maria strode up to Emerson before Carmella could catch her eye or in any way signal her. 

Maria approached Emerson and he stood his ground, knowing Maria was angry and guessing it involved Estrada..

"I would like to ask you a couple of questions, if I may?" Maria asked in a formal tone.

"Of course, Maria," Emerson responded. "Could we talk some place more private?"

"I want my parents, and yours, to hear what you say!" Maria answered hotly. "I'd like your rich girlfriend to hear it as well! Did you fight with Michael last night? Was it in some cantina, late at night? Was my name used? Did you threaten to cut his heart out?"

Carefully, Emerson framed his response. Clearly, Maria was very angry. "The answer to those questions is yes, but I would like to speak in private with you. It isn't as damning as it looks."




In My Life Ch. 04



"I have heard enough! What gives you the right to beat a man because he is a suitor of mine? Who do you think you are? I am not a gun or saddle that you can buy, own, or claim! How could you do this? Especially when you already have a lover?" Maria demanded.

"I can't say anymore, not here. I ask that you trust my judgment in this, Maria. You are mistaken about several things. Please wait until you learn everything before you do anything rash," Emerson, aware of the others, almost pleaded.

"Why should I?" Maria replied, her emotions barely in control.

Emerson looked into Maria's eyes for a few seconds, then gave his answer. "I would say that if you have to ask, there is no reason." He turned to the others. "I apologize for this. It is my fault and I hope it doesn't ruin your breakfast."

Maria was furious. Her temper took on a life of its own. "You apologize for me? You have some nerve!" At a loss for more words, Maria's hands closed into fists and she moved close and began to hammer Emerson's chest. Emerson realized Maria was venting her frustration and her blows lacked power. Calmly he weathered Maria's blows.

Having her that close to him always had its effect. He watched her face as various emotions swept through her. Her nostrils flared, like a thoroughbred, and her breathing was rapid. Even in her anger, she was the most beautiful creature Emerson had ever seen. 

Maria knew she had allowed her emotions to lie exposed for the entire room to see, and felt ashamed. This man that meant so much to her belonged to another woman, and she had played the fool in front of family and friends. When she looked into Emerson's face, Maria felt that old pull. Why was he looking at her that way with Ellen standing beside him? Anger again controlled her. Suddenly Maria remembered Emerson's bullet wound. It was pretty much healed, but had to still be sensitive. Suddenly, her left fist smashed into Emerson's shoulder at the location of the wound she had tended to for so many hours on the trail.

He would have trouble ignoring that blow! He deserved some pain after all he had caused her. She would enjoy seeing him suffer. He had brought enough to her.

The entire room was captivated by the scene playing out before them. When Maria struck Emerson on his bad shoulder, the spectators were amazed at the results. Emerson groaned and went down as if he had been shot. He was stretched out on the floor with Maria standing over him, fists still clenched. 



In My Life Ch. 05



Maria was stunned. It was obviously not a joke on Emerson's part. He was unconscious! How was that possible? She had seen him fight Hogan and shake off tremendous blows. His shoulder was well on its way to being healed. How could she have done this?

Billy was out of his chair instantly and kneeling over Emerson. Slowly, he pulled Emerson's vest from his shoulder. Blood seeped through his shirt. Billy ripped the material away with little effort and exposed blood-soaked bandages. Carefully he removed them to inspect the knife wound. It was red and swollen, with a constant flow of crimson.

Maria was horrified. She dropped to her knees beside Emerson and began to make his shirt into strips of cloth for bandages. How could that old wound be bleeding like this?

"Billy, I don't know what happened! I couldn't have done this. That wound was smaller and almost healed. Now it looks like he may bleed to death. What have I done?" Maria eyes filled with tears as she spoke.

"Maria, you didn't do this," Billy stated. "This was picked up last night. Emerson didn't want anyone to know about it. It isn't as bad as it seems. He'll be fine."

"How did he get this wound? Why shouldn't anyone know about it? Is it something awful?" Maria was getting over her guilt and becoming suspicious.

Emerson groaned and opened his eyes. Looking around he saw the crowd gathered around him. He searched until his eyes met Maria's.

"Maria, you pack more of a punch than I guessed. I sure had that coming."

"Emerson, I should have never done that! You don't deserve to be treated like this. Can we still be friends?"

Emerson smiled weakly as he answered, "If you can get these vultures to help me off the floor and back to my room, I'll be your friend for life."

With that Billy helped Emerson to his feet. "I'll help you back to your room, but I think Maria and your mother had better take over your doctoring. I think you'll heal faster."

"Of course we'll take care of him, won't we Maria?" Molly was relieved to see Emerson was conscious and alert.

"I think he may prefer that Ellen help you, Molly," Maria hesitated. Ellen had been watching the entire scene from the edge of the crowd. "Ellen, I was rude to you and I apologize."

Ellen watched Maria and smiled. "Maria, I think I can see what was bothering you and I don't blame you a bit. Go and help Emerson. My fiancé is arriving in Santa Fe before noon and I have to get ready to meet him. No one could take Emerson from you! I only ask that we have a late lunch at my hotel, my treat, with your group of ladies. I think you will find it interesting."

Cathy spoke for Maria. "You can bet we'll be there! Let's say 2:00 at your hotel. Maria, Ellen has to meet her fiancé. You see to Emerson."

Maria was totally confused. How could Ellen have a fiancé and be so friendly with Emerson? What was the connection? She had no time to ask more questions as she followed Molly to Emerson's room.

Ellen was waiting in the dinning room when Molly, Carmella, Cathy, and Maria arrived to join her for a lunch. The ladies of Morgantown felt honored to dine with one of the loveliest and most wealthy women of the West. Ellen's gracious reception helped them relax.

As they were seated, Ellen asked about Emerson. "He's doing well, thanks. We stopped the bleeding quite quickly, got him to eat some stew, and he fell asleep," Molly answered. "Maria seems to be an old hand at it. I don't know if Emerson would have survived the trail drive if she hadn't been there to care for him."

"Molly, he probably would never have been hurt if it weren't for me. I almost cost him his life. Don't make me sound like a saint. Look what I did to him this morning!"

Cathy joined in. "Maria, you had reason to be upset. I was with you when we saw Ellen kissing Emerson in our hotel lobby. He did admit breaking Michael's arm, and we find out he has a new and serious wound. You were justified in being upset."

"I saw that Emerson and Ellen were not having a romance this morning before Maria made her entrance. I couldn't get her attention to tell her. She was not in a rational mood," Carmella stated. "I was stunned when Emerson went down. Maria's mood certainly changed in a hurry after that."

"None of the boys will tell me what all happened last night, and I'm sorry, but I don't trust Michael's story." Cathy was speaking again. "I don't think Emerson would do anything that would hurt Maria, even indirectly."

"Ladies, I can clear that situation up right now," Ellen announced. "Maria, this may hurt a little, but it should also make you very happy." Ellen gave Maria's hand a squeeze as she spoke.

"I heard the story from a very trusted friend who was in the cantina last night and witnessed the entire thing. Billy and Bob stopped in earlier in the evening, drank a beer and left in a rush after listening to Michael talk to his companions in Spanish." 

"Half an hour later they returned with Tom and Emerson. They took a table near Michael's. The place was quite crowded and Michael was drinking heavily. He called Emerson all sorts of names in Spanish, which Emerson ignored. As you may, or may not know, Emerson is fluent in Spanish."

"I guess Maria can vouch for that! It came as some surprise to her, I'd say." Cathy was laughing as she recalled the evening Maria learned that Emerson spoke the language of her mother's people.

"It seems that Emerson was extremely forgiving until Michael mentioned your name, Maria. He told everyone that was able to hear that he was your lover."

Maria felt her face turn red. "He said that! How could he! We hardly even held hands. I wonder if everyone believed him. My reputation has been ruined by that liar!"

Carmella was less concerned. "Maria, the truth will always be stronger than the lies of a scoundrel. Ellen has not finished her story."

"Maria, make no mistake. No one will ever defame you with Emerson around. He called Estrada a liar, in Spanish. Estrada pulled a knife on Emerson, who was unarmed, and managed to stab him in the shoulder. Emerson grabbed Estrada's knife hand and pulled it around hard and broke his arm. Then Emerson made him admit he lied about you. He told Michael he would cut his heart out if he ever maligned you again, and left with his friends. The front of Emerson's shirt was soaked with blood by the time he made the door." 

Maria was looking down at the table in front of her. Tears were trickling down her cheeks. "The things I said to him! I actually hit him in a knife wound he received defending my honor. Why does he even bother with me?"

Molly and Carmella looked at each other and smiled. Cathy couldn't let an opening like that go. "Could it be that he's head-over-heels in love with you, Maria? Would that have anything to do with it?"

Maria blushed again and faced the others at the table. "Molly, Mother, I am afraid Cathy is a romantic and tries to inflict it on everyone else. I'm certain she overstates Emerson's feelings."

Molly surprised the rest when she took Maria's hand and told her, "I don't think she does, dear. He adores you. I think it is safe to say he worships you. Nancy and I would certainly like to have you in our family, if that should ever come to pass."

"Molly, you know I think the world of you, and Nancy is like a little sister, but it doesn't seem likely that Emerson and I will ever- be together like that. I have destroyed any chance of it."

"I hate to interrupt, but I will tell you a few things to help show that Emerson is yours, any time or way you want him, Maria. That man is hooked! He has been for years. Now listen to my story," Ellen insisted.

"Just to keep a promise to Major Reynolds, I won't name any countries. My family has mineral holdings around the world, including South America. My father, my brother, Dan, and I have been traveling to them for years. Since my mother died, actually."

"We were in a border town that had a United States military presence, with Major Reynolds in command. The neighboring country was in a state of upheaval, with each area under the control of a different outlaw gang. Dan always had an eye for the girls. He fell for one that eventually lured him across the border and he was taken captive by an outlaw gang. They thought my father would pay a huge ransom for his only son."

"Reynolds was on very strict orders to stay out of local politics and to never cross into the neighboring state. He was very concerned, but his hands were tied. We could expect no help from our government." 

"If those thugs had known my father better, they would never have tried their scheme." Ellen paused to see if she had everyone's attention. Satisfied, she continued. "He stalled them as long as possible, trying to find some way of freeing Dan. Finally, we received word he would be executed if the monies weren't forthcoming. Dad would never pay ransom. He feels that encourages more kidnapping and terrorism."

"Early on the morning of Christmas Eve, Major Reynolds sent word he wanted us to meet someone immediately." Carmella and Maria exchanged glances.

"This was Christmas Eve?" Carmella asked. She and Maria were thinking back to a story they heard about Christmas Eve-- and a scar.

"Correct. Those blackhearts were going to kill Dan on Christmas Day!" Ellen's voice was strong with emotion. "Reynolds brought a tall, rugged young man to our home. He asked us to listen to the handsome stranger and excused himself."

"Without any preamble, the young man asked my father for permission to attempt freeing Dan! He told us the odds weren't that good and my brother may be killed in the attempt. He wanted Dad and me to understand the situation."

"Dad asked his name and how much he wanted if he should succeed. This part I'll never forget!" Ellen's eyes were misty as she told her story.

"He said his name was unimportant, and he wanted nothing in return. Of course, we never expected that! I told him I had to know why he would attempt something so dangerous, if he wasn't going to profit from it."

"He told us about a young man, a teen really, that had humiliated his mother and betrayed a girl he loved. He had been sent away in shame years before and felt unworthy to return. As he sat at our table, I fell in love with him, his story, his courage. It may not make any sense, he said, but this would be an act of penance. He had heard the story of my brother and felt that if he could help make that right, he would have the nerve to attempt to straighten out his own life."

"It all made perfect sense to me! It seemed so romantic and tragic! I asked what he could have done to betray the girl and if she were worthy of this risk. I listened as he described her beauty, both inner and outer, and the ache in his heart. I wished for someone to feel like that about me! Finishing, he laughed and said it was probably too late. Maria would likely be married by now."

The others looked at Maria when her name was mentioned. Cathy couldn't stay quiet. "Maria? Her name was Maria! I guess we know who this stranger was!"

Maria could not speak. She simply looked down, unable to face the others.

Mercifully, Ellen returned to her tale. Her audience was hanging on every word. "The man told us that Christmas Eve would be a big fiesta day for the outlaws and it would be his best chance to save Dan. He asked us to wait on the hill overlooking the town of San Cristol, where Dan was being held. He suggested Reynolds and some of his men be there, in the event the outlaws followed them over the border."

"Dad shook his hand and wished him luck. He told the man we would always have a place for him even it wasn't able to bring Dan back. Dad had been touched! I gave him a hug and asked him to be careful. He looked at me and promised he would return with Dan, or not at all. Can you imagine how this tore at me? I felt like he loved my brother more than I did."

"Of course, we had no trouble getting Reynolds and a dozen of his best men to give up their holiday and wait with us on that hill. Dan was very personable and the soldiers were fond of him. Naturally, they were susceptible to my charms as well. We waited forever, it seemed."

"Shortly before dusk, we heard shots from the far end of town. Soon, we could make out two horsemen riding hard through the town. A couple hundred yards behind them were five riders giving chase, and shooting rifles at the first two."

"I knew it had to be them! My heart soared as I prayed those bullets would miss their targets. Then at the base of the hill, a horse went down. By now we could recognize my brother on that horse. My world ended for a second as the stranger raced by Dan. Then he swung back as Dan kicked free of the stirrups and stood up. Then Dan fell as a bullet hit his left leg."

Ellen once again checked her audience. All were on the edge of their seats. She had rehearsed, and practiced the telling of that day's events, for a long time. Ellen wanted everyone to feel as she did that Christmas Eve.

"The stranger lifted Dan and put him on his own mount. I thought they would ride double, but the sergeant near me quickly burst that bubble. He said they would be ridden down trying to climb that hill. Apparently our hero was of the same mind. He slapped the horse on the flank and watched Dan start up the hill. Then he drew his pistols, and turned to face outlaws!"

Molly was growing pale as she listened to Ellen. Carmella was breathing fast, while Cathy let out a gasp. Maria sat very still with her eyes closed.

"The sergeant next to me made the same sound Cathy just did. He looked at me and said the stranger was going to make sure Dan got away, even if it cost him his life. I was horrified and grateful at the same time! Dan was working his way up the hill as the outlaws rode down on that lone gunman." 

"I couldn't look away, even while I couldn't watch. Those bandits had no idea what they were riding into! Even the veteran soldiers on the hill with me were stunned at the savagery of the battle. Saddles emptied and horses screamed. The shooting was unbelievable! Then I saw the stranger clutch his chest and go down. Everything went quiet, except for the moans that reached all the way up to us."

Maria was remembering a bullet scar she had seen more than a few times the past several weeks. Now she knew it wasn't from a cantina fight or anything so trivial. How could she have suggested that?

"Then Dan rode into our group. We had practically forgotten about him as we watched the drama unfold down below. We helped Dan down. He was very thin and feverish, with blood spurting from his leg. The army doctor was right there and went to work on Dan. Several of the men checked the scene below. It was almost full dark and no one could identify the figures strewn around on the ground. Then more riders came racing in and we couldn't see any more in the dark, so we took Dan home." 

"Imagine our emotions. Dan was back, but gravely ill. The tall stranger was apparently down in the road, shot to death. He gave his life to save Dan, whom he had never met! I was miserable. Then, later that evening, that same sergeant came to us and reported there seemed to be a search in progress at the recent battle scene. That gave us hope. On Christmas Day, word reached us that The Molly Hernandez mysteriously sailed out of the harbor in the small hours of the morning. The sailors had originally told the locals they were spending the holiday week in port. I knew that Dan's savior had to be on that ship, if he were still living."

"The ship was named after you Molly?" asked Carmella. "You never mentioned that. It is really quite an honor!"

"I didn't even know it until the last letter came, which was after Emerson was home. My brother said Emerson suggested it, and he thought it was a great idea."

Ellen smiled at the information and then continued. "That was the only time I had ever seen that handsome stranger, until the other day. I heard the name Molly Hernandez, then saw this most beautiful young woman! When you said your name was Maria I knew I had to be close to finding Emerson, as I now know him. That is if he was still alive."

Cathy let out a breath. "That sure was a great story! It sure seems like Emerson isn't one to brag. I wonder what other adventures he has experienced over the years?"

"You can see why I was so delighted to see Emerson and the warm reception I gave him. It wasn't intended to cause any friction between the two of you, Maria. Can you forgive me and be friends?" Ellen held her hand out as she spoke. 

Maria took the proffered hand in hers. "Ellen, I have been such a fool. You just told me something I already knew. Emerson is quite wonderful, and I have lacked faith. I may have gone too far. I have constantly doubted him. I'm afraid I don't deserve to be happy."

Carmella faced her daughter. "What is it you are saying? Are you finally prepared to admit that you care as much for Emerson as he obviously feels toward you?"

"Mother, this is not the place!"

"I think it is, Maria. Tonight is the Ball and Emerson should be able to go, at least for awhile. I have been watching you two skirt your feelings long enough. Everyone else can see you are in love. Why is it so hard for you to admit it?"

Maria blushed a bright crimson and looked away from the group.

"Your mom is right, Maria. You were getting so daring when we were on the trail. Why are you so afraid now? Everyone we have run into thinks you two are involved, from your cousins, to the major, even to a couple of saddle bums. If you two don't get together, people will think you've broken up. You know I'm your friend, Maria. I wouldn't say anything to hurt you, but that guy is crazy about you, and you know it," concluded Cathy.

Maria had no response to Cathy's statement. She simply remained silent, looking down at the table.

"I think we've given enough advice for one lunch," Molly suggested. "What we need now is less talk and more food!" With that the group concentrated on the meal. 

Maria was sitting on her bed, when Cathy came into her room. "Maria, I want to talk to you. You are making yourself miserable. Don't do this. We all love you." Cathy sat down next to Maria and hugged her. 

Maria sobbed as Cathy went on, "You are afraid of how you feel for Emerson. You search for reasons to be angry. You look for proof that he will fail you. He hurt you years ago and the scars are still there. Maria, everyone knows Emerson worships you. He wouldn't discuss Michael in front of everyone because it would have been insulting to you. They'd rather die than lie to you. If you ask the right question, you get the truth or no answer at all. Emerson couldn't lie to you and he didn't want to tell the truth, not in front of everyone. He just took his lumps. Everyone respected him for it." Cathy smiled.

"Maria, the ball is tonight and we are going to put Santa Fe on its heels! You should be happy. You've got the best man in the country in love with you. What more could you ask? Make up with him tonight. That could be a great time! That is the end of my lecture." Cathy was smiling as she finished.

"I have been looking for a reason to dislike Emerson, Cathy. You are right. It scares me to care so much for someone. I feel like I am giving up control." Maria whispered.

"Well, I've got the same problem with Tom, except he has never hurt me and I know he never would deliberately. He's got my heart and I have to trust him to be careful with it. Besides, I know I have his, so he has to be!" Cathy said.

Maria laughed. "You are always so honest about everything. I am glad that you and Tom have gotten together. He adores you." 

The two spent the rest of the afternoon together as they planned for the big night. Carmella checked on them later and was delighted to find Maria laughing and joking with Cathy.




In My Life Ch. 05



"You two seem to be having a good time. I suppose everything is going well now?" Carmella asked.

"Mother, I told you I always do the wrong things," Maria said. "You saw an example of that today. Well, I learned my lesson!. Tonight will be the best of my life." Maria stated to her mother. "I am done playing the fool!"

Carmella left the two friends, unsure what Maria was saying, but relieved that she was again happy. Carmella felt her own spirits lifted and was smiling when she saw Pat. 

" Could I guess from that big smile that Maria is okay?" Pat asked his wife. He felt relief when Carmella nodded. "I wonder how Emerson is doing."

"She seems to be very happy. I'm not certain, but I think when she feels this good, Emerson will benefit from it," Carmella responded to Pat.

Shortly before the girls began to dress for the ball, Maria met Billy in the hallway. She was in a good mood and decided to tease Billy.

"I am saving a dance for you, Billy, so make sure you are on time. I don't want to have to look all over to find you." Maria's smile faded as she saw the serious look on Billy's face.

"Billy, you aren't upset with me about this morning, are you? I may have been a little hasty in my conclusions, but it did look bad." Maria questioned her rotund friend. "Why the long face?"

Billy looked up and down the hall before he whispered, "Emerson is talking about going back to sea. He feels things aren't working out and that he would be happier away from here- away from you. When you're upset with him, he really gets down."

"I've come to think of everyone as a friend and was ready to settle in Morgantown. If Emerson goes back to sea I probably will, too. We've been through a lot together," Billy added.

"Billy, I think he will change his mind tonight. At least I hope he does. Do you think I can get him to stay?" Maria asked.

"Are you kidding? You could make him stay, jump off a cliff, or anything else. I guess you haven't noticed how he feels," Billy answered.

Maria thrilled at Billy's response. "Then don't be expecting to sail anywhere for some time. At least not with Emerson. Don't tell him, but I won't let him go."

Billy gave Maria a hug. "Am I glad to hear that! I'll see that we get to the ball in plenty of time."

While Maria was dressing her Mother surprised her with another visit. "Maria, you look beautiful! How do you like my dress?" Carmella spun around as she asked her daughter the question.

"Mother, you are so lovely! How will I ever get anyone to notice me?" Maria complained.

"I don't think it will be a problem, especially with that neckline. You had better not let your father see you before you get to the ball or he may insist you change," Carmella told her daughter.

"Do you think Dad would do that?" Maria was concerned until she saw her mother's grin. "Mother, you are teasing me. Cathy and I are going to show these folks that we aren't a couple of tomboy cowgirls."

"Everyone should know better after they see that dress," Carmella laughed. "I have never seen you so lovely!"

Maria smiled and told her mother, "I hope so. I need all my feminine charms tonight."

"Maria, you worry me." Carmella told her daughter. "I get the feeling you have something in mind." 

"Mother, save your worries for tomorrow. If things don't go right tonight, I'll be more miserable than ever. For tonight, just tell Dad not to answer when I talk to him about Emerson. He can listen, but let Emerson speak for himself."

Carmella Casey looked at her daughter. "Maria, you do have something in mind for tonight! What is it?"

"It is an idea Cathy gave me when she was talking about how these men make such a big deal of never lying, or dishonoring women. It means a lot to them, but I think I can use it to my advantage." Maria told her mother.

"Maria, I don't think I should have to tell you not to try to embarrass or hurt Emerson. I hope that isn't your plan," Carmella stated.

"Mother, he may be embarrassed, and so may I, but I'll take that chance. Just keep Dad from answering me when I tell him how bad Emerson is. Please do that," pleaded Maria.

At that moment, Emerson and the ranchers that had cattle in the drive met with Major Reynolds at a local bank. 

"Gentleman, I have a check from the government, as promised. It is made out to Emerson Trask. I will give it to him and he can see that each of you receives your share. It has been a pleasure doing business with you. I also have some news that may interest you."

Reynolds went on, "I have it on good authority that there will be a railroad built to Santa Fe from points east. It is likely that it will pass not far from Morgantown, crossing what is called the Benson trail a few days ride from your basin. It will be likely that a cattle stockyard will be established, and your market will be that much closer."

"That is good news!" Pat Casey admitted. "That means Taylor is going to lose his stranglehold on the basin. He probably knows it by now. If he doesn't, it will be my pleasure to inform him!"

"Mr. Taylor is aware of the situation, but I suggest you avoid the man. He seems to be quite unstable. I spoke with him earlier. He was livid and very unflattering about your group, Mr. Casey. Watch him closely." 

Emerson returned to his room after taking care of the financial part of the successful drive. Billy soon appeared in the doorway. "You had better start getting ready. We don't want to be late, and in your shape, it may take awhile." 

Emerson wasn't in much of a mood to go to the ball. His shoulder was very stiff and his heart was heavy. He believed Maria's anger that morning indicated she really cared for Estrada. That would make the evening difficult to endure.

Billy would not hear of Emerson not attending the festivities. "It would be an insult to all your family and friends. If you aren't enjoying yourself, you can flinch a few times and excuse yourself. That wound can be a benefit."

"I think you may have the solution, Billy. I can't get over how excited you are about this whole affair. I never thought of you as much of a dancer and I don't think I ever saw you duded up like this. I wouldn't want to hurt your feelings, but you're still about the sorriest thing I've encountered in all my considerable travels."

"You aren't my type, anyway," Billy laughed. "With all those pretty girls around, I wouldn't want to be less than my best."

Emerson laughed with his friend. "That's what I'm trying to tell you! Your best could stop a clock. It would be better if it were a masquerade party. You could go as a cannon ball!"

Billy was nonplused. "I'm not going to let your jealousy put a damper on my evening. We'll let the ladies judge for themselves."

In a more serious tone Billy asked Emerson, "Have you considered going back to sea, since things aren't working out that well with Maria?"

"Why would you ask that? I still have my family and I like ranching. Maria has a lot of reasons for not liking me. I saw to that. I can still help her out now and then. That will have to be enough. We don't always get everything we want. It isn't a fairy tale, Billy," Emerson sighed as he finished. "Sometimes, I wish it were."

Tom and Bob walked into the room. Both were dressed to the hilt. The dark suits they wore were freshly pressed and their shirts had frills in front.

"Hurry up, Emerson," coaxed Tom. "We want to be there before the fun starts. How do we look?"

"You two look so good Billy will be asking you for a dance. Where did you get those shirts?" Emerson asked his friends.

"Maria's cousins helped us find them. They sure are good looking girls, and I think they like me," Bob answered. "They are going to be there tonight."

"That could be it!" exclaimed Emerson. "They want you for themselves so they had you two wear those shirts, knowing no other women will come near you."

They all laughed. The banter continued as Emerson dressed for the ball. He felt himself enjoying his friends and looking forward to the evening. Bob mentioned several times he was promised the first dance from Maria and he wasn't going to be late.

The four made their way to the Governor's mansion well before the music was to begin. People were streaming in from all directions. Emerson realized that some must have traveled long distances to attend. Lieutenant Andrews and several other officers were already there, along with Major Reynolds.

Bob stood with the others, awed by what he saw. "Have you ever seen so many pretty girls?" he asked. "This is going to be great!"

Then Emerson heard a murmur go through the crowd and he turned to the door. Maria and Cathy were coming in. They had caused the excitement in the crowd. 

Cathy had her hair done up on her head. She wore a dark low-cut gown, Spanish in style. Emerson was struck by her beauty and her lovely figure. It was impossible not to stare.

Maria's dark hair was combed away from her face and down her back. Her gown was Spanish as well, bare at the shoulders, and cut as low as Cathy's. It was light, almost white, and contrasted with her hair perfectly. It was, Emerson thought, the only reason any man would ever take his eyes off Cathy.

The two girls came across the room to stand with Tom, Bob, Billy and Emerson. The four watched them approach. Maria and Cathy laughed as they saw the appreciation in the eyes of their friends. 

Cathy spoke to the men, "If you could show us what table you gentlemen are sitting at, we would be glad to join you. That is if you can stop staring and close your mouths."

"Ladies, you are beautiful!" It was Tom that found his voice. "We would be extremely proud to have you join us." He began to search the room for a table.

"We're in luck. It looks like our crowd from Morgantown is sitting by that wall, and they have seats for us. You ladies' parents are already seated. Shall we join them?"

Tom offered his arm to Cathy, who gave a big smile as she took it. Emerson was surprised, and pleased when Maria took his left arm. They took seats at tables with the others from Morgantown.

Vern Jordan looked at his daughter and remarked, "Now I know why I couldn't see that gown before now! Cathy, you remind me of your mother!" 

Cathy's mom was beaming as she watched her daughter. "I never looked that good, nor had the nerve to dress like that. You girls are going to be the hit of this ball."

When the music started, Maria reminded Bob he had been promised that dance. Billy told everyone, "He hasn't talked about anything else all day! Don't worry about Bob forgetting his dance with Maria."

Tom and Cathy paired off for the first dance, while Emerson was approached by Consuela. He joined her on the floor. She was a very pretty girl and he enjoyed the dance.

As the evening progressed, Emerson saw that Cathy and Maria were attracting a lot of admirers. For each dance they had to choose from several possible partners. The girls were having a great time. Emerson also saw Billy dance with both girls. He was surprisingly graceful and his dances with Maria and Cathy seemed to make him a sought after man. Billy gave Emerson a big smile whenever their paths would cross.

Ellen Lander worked her way through the crowd to Emerson. She was dressed fashionably and wore a gown that flattered her lovely figure. She took Emerson by his left arm and led him onto the floor.

"Ellen, you are very beautiful. I noticed there has been quite a line of men waiting to dance with you," observed Emerson.

"Do you think so? Your friends Cathy and Maria are incredible. I didn't realize that cattle ranching can be so good for a girl's figure. I can see why Maria is so important to you. She is a wonderful girl."

"My fiance is here this evening. I want to introduce him to you. I know you'll like him. He reminds me of you. That's what first attracted me to him."

Ellen reached up and kissed Emerson. "If I can help you with Maria, let me know. I hope to be friends of you both."

Emerson smiled at Ellen. "Thanks, but I don't know where I stand with her. I seem to always say and do things to upset her."

Ellen laughed, "I bet you do! I just saw her watching us and I bet she saw me kiss you. She won't like that!"

Emerson found himself a regular on the dance floor. The women were not shy about getting the gentlemen to escort them for a dance. At one point, Emerson found himself dancing very close to a very pretty young woman. She simply wouldn't stay back. She laughed and talked all the time, as if they were old friends. By the end of the dance, Emerson knew she would like to be more than friends.

Emerson excused himself and made his way back to his table. Pat Casey was laughing as Emerson used a cloth to wipe the perspiration from his brow. "Things got a little warm there, Emerson? It looks like you had your arm full. Too bad your right arm doesn't work better. You might have been able to keep her back a little."

Emerson saw Carmella Casey smiling as her husband joked. "Mrs. Casey, may I have the honor of this dance. You shouldn't have to listen to the ramblings of this man all night."

Carmella was pleased and went with Emerson. "It is always good to get in with a girl's mother," Carmella told Emerson.

"Mrs. Casey, I am simply dancing with one of the most attractive women in the room. I really don't need any other reason," Emerson responded.

"You are very kind, Emerson. I want to tell you that Maria is over her anger. She knows the entire story about your encounter with Michael. It was strange, but she wasn't as upset as I thought she would be. She had already forgiven you and forgotten him. In fact, she has something in mind for you, I think. I can't say anymore. Be good to her, Emerson."

"Mrs. Casey, I try. It seems to go wrong all the time. I say or do the wrong thing when I am with her," Emerson confided.

"I can't tell you how familiar that sounds," laughed Carmella. "I have heard that before. It looks like our dance is done. Thank-you."

Ellen was standing with Maria when Emerson and Carmella returned. "Maria, Emerson, and everyone else, this is Ben Gibbons, my fiance." Ben was tall, and rugged-looking. Maria was struck by the similarities with Emerson. As the two shook hands, she decided they could pass for brothers.

As the men exchanged greetings, Maria gave Ellen a hug. "You are a good friend, Ellen. I have a plan for tonight, but I am afraid I may get cold feet. I tell myself I am going to go through with it. I hope it works. If I tell it to you, will you help me?" 

The two women spent the next few minutes off to one side, deep in conversation. Both wore big smiles as they returned to the group.

Emerson had little time to relax. He was a handsome young man and in great demand. Soon, he was back out on the floor. Emerson saw that Lieutenant Andrews managed to get a couple of dances with both Cathy and Maria. Cathy would speak to Emerson occasionally as they met on the floor.

As the musicians began another melody, Cathy worked away from her many admirers and took Emerson's good arm. "Cowboy, I have been waiting for this chance!" she told him.

Cathy, not surprisingly, talked as they danced. "Emerson, we are having such a good time! You look very handsome. I see all the girls hanging all over you, especially that one. Couldn't she get any closer? I sure don't blame her though. In fact," Cathy drew herself close to Emerson, "you seem to do that to a girl."

"Cathy, I have to say you are a beautiful girl. All eyes are on you tonight. You don't look like that cowgirl that ate dust, and Pedro's cooking for over two weeks. You look like a princess," Emerson told the blonde girl.

"Emerson, I feel like one. I couldn't ask for any more. Mother looks better than she has in a long time. I think getting out and around was better for her than resting all the time."

"You have proven to be a great friend," Cathy continued. "I feel even closer to Maria since that trail drive and I have come to see what a fine man Tom is. He looks like the one for me, but don't tell him I said that. I have to be a little hard to get."

Emerson looked into the eyes of Cathy. "I have come to think of you as a special friend. You are always a breath of fresh air. Your honesty and understanding of your own feelings is a gift. Most of us have trouble with the truth, especially when it is personal."

"As a friend, Emerson, I have to warn you. I think Maria is cooking something up. She has been unusually talkative and happy all afternoon. She may have something planned for you," Cathy said.

Emerson laughed as he answered, "You are the second one to tell me that. I doubt she will be too dangerous. She doesn't look threatening tonight, and she even smiled at me."

The dance ended with Cathy replying, "Emerson, Maria has never been more dangerous than tonight. You'd have a better chance if she came after you with a gun!"

Emerson started back to the table, but was intercepted by the pretty girl that liked to get close. This time she clung to Emerson. At first, Emerson felt a little embarrassed, but gradually relaxed and enjoyed the dance. The girl was pretty, and very shapely, and used it all to her advantage. Emerson was surprised at how quickly the song ended.

Once again he started back to his friends, only to be intercepted again. Maria was facing him, oblivious to the admirers asking her for the dance.

"Emerson," Maria spoke softly to him, "This is our dance, remember?"

Emerson could only nod as he looked into Maria's face. Together, they moved back out on the floor. Emerson was very careful not to hold Maria too close and ruin her mood.

She looked at him and smiled, "Emerson, I won't break. You danced a lot closer with that other girl, twice, and with Cathy, too. Ellen seemed to be able to get close. Can't I?" As she finished speaking she moved close to Emerson's chest. He could feel her body touching his.

"Aren't you afraid your parents will get the wrong idea?" Emerson asked Maria.

"Emerson, my parents could never be angry with you, especially where I am concerned. You saved my life twice, at least. But, I am not going to spend this dance talking about my parents." With that she drew even closer to Emerson and laid her head on his good shoulder.

Carmella Casey was sitting with Pat and Miguel and Molly as Emerson and Maria danced. "I have never seen Maria so forward, or so happy," Carmella told the others. "Emerson may be in trouble tonight. They do look perfect together."

Molly replied to Carmella's statement. "They are a beautiful couple. I think Maria is the loveliest thing I have ever seen. It is nice to see them finally getting along."

Emerson was very aware of the closeness of Maria. She had apparently forgiven him for his trouble with Michael. Emerson wished the dance would last all night, as he held Maria in his arms.

"This reminds me of that night you pulled me from that stampede and held me while we rode back to camp," Maria whispered. "That was the best ride I've ever taken. I was helpless in your arms, and you were so worried about me. Do you remember?"

"Maria, I'm not sure what to say. I have this fear I'll say the wrong thing and upset you," Emerson replied. "I certainly don't want to change the mood. I remember that ride very well. I was wishing it would never end. I feel the same way now."

"Emerson, all I want you to say is the truth. Will you promise to always tell me that, regardless of who it may hurt?" Maria had raised her head and was watching Emerson.

"Maria, you have my word on that." She was so close Emerson could feel her breath. "I'll start by telling you that you are incredibly beautiful."

Maria thrilled at Emerson's words. Cathy and Ellen were right. Emerson cared for her. She knew that being with him would be worth any pain she might suffer.

Maria smiled as the music stopped, but the noise from the crowd caused both her, and Emerson, to look around. Standing in the center of the floor with a revolver was Tom Taylor. His face was a purplish color and his eyes were very dark. It was clear he was a man that had lost all control. 




In My Life Ch. 05



"You haven't beaten me yet!" he shouted as people began backing away. "Everything was going so well, until the Major laid his eyes on you! You Jezebel!"

Emerson realized that Taylor was directing his wrath at Maria. As he spoke he was raising his gun! Emerson was unarmed and totally helpless. He knew he would never be able to stop Taylor before he fired.

Maria was stunned to see an armed Tom Taylor spewing venom and pointing his gun at her. Looking at the deranged man, she knew he was going to kill her. She could neither move nor think. She simply stared, facing her fate.

Carmella knew a fear she had never before experienced. She gasped and looked on in horror. Pat Casey let out a roar, but was too far away to reach Taylor before he could shoot. Cursing, he started for Taylor. No one else made any noise, silently watching the horrible turn of events.

Emerson could see Taylor's intention. His mind raced as he considered options. Only one came to him. He would do anything to save Maria! With no regrets, Emerson turned his back on Taylor and pulled Maria to him, thus affording Taylor no target. Emerson knew this would not prevent Taylor from shooting. It would prevent the bullet from striking Maria. In the fraction of a second it took for Emerson to act, he knew he could not fail Maria. He actually felt a strange relief, thinking he had been at the right place at the right time. He had known for a long time that he would give his life for Maria.

Maria trembled as she stood in Emerson's arms. Time seemed to stand still. She waited for the gun to roar and Emerson to be hit. Then a dull thud came to her and people all around began to exhale and talk. She and Emerson slowly looked toward Taylor. He was on the floor, unconscious, with Lieutenant Andrews standing over him with a drawn pistol.

Carmella, Pat, Cathy and the others rushed to Maria, concerned about her health. She simply buried her face in Emerson's shoulder and sobbed.

"Son, I'll never forget what I just saw," Pat Casey told Emerson. "I couldn't get to Maria, or that damn Taylor. Thanks for taking care of Maria again!" Pat's voice was heavy with emotion.

Carmella was patting Maria's back. "You are fine, Maria. Emerson would never let anything happen to you. That much is obvious. Emerson, that was a wonderful thing you did! Thank-you."

Cathy pressed her face close to Maria's. "Maria, that was the most romantic thing I have ever seen! You are so lucky! Here you are, your arms wrapped around this big cowboy, who just tried to give his life to save yours. The thing is, you both are alive. It couldn't have worked out better. We have to thank Andrews. He was great!"

Emerson stood very still. Maria was safe and she was in his arms. He really didn't care much about anything else. He was content to hold her as long as she wanted.

Finally, Maria pulled her face away from Emerson's chest and turned her eyes to his. "Emerson, I don't deserve this. I have treated you so poorly, and you keep taking care of me. Thanks." As she finished speaking, Maria kissed Emerson. 

Carmella and Pat exchanged glances and smiled. Molly was beaming as her son looked around at his friends. He was flustered, but looked very happy. 

Without taking her arms from Emerson's waist, Maria addressed her father. "There is still one matter to clear up, Father, I fear that someone may hurt my reputation this evening and you may have to intervene," Maria told a surprised Pat Casey.

"If you're talking about that damned Michael, I'd say Emerson already took care of that," Pat Casey told his daughter.

"I am talking about Emerson Trask," Maria answered.

The entire group went silent at Maria's statement. Ellen and Cathy nodded to each other and smiled. Maria was still going to try it!

"Maria, what are you talking about?" Pat demanded.

"I would like to know, too." Emerson was stunned. "I would never damage your reputation. Pat knows that."

"I will prove it to everyone here. They can judge," Maria was now looking at Emerson, but speaking to the group.

Pat Casey attempted to speak, but Carmella pulled him aside and quietly said, "Pat, stay out of this! Maria has something in mind and you are supposed to stay silent."

Pat told his wife, "That suits me fine. I can't understand that girl!"

"That should be interesting," Emerson responded. "Do your best." He knew he had never maligned Maria. It would be one of Michael's lies and easily corrected.

"Father, this man was talking love to me all the time we were on that cattle drive. Cathy," Maria spoke to her friend while still facing Emerson, "didn't you hear him?"

"I did, Maria. He didn't know I could understand Spanish. I told Emerson later that Pat would have shot him if he had known the things Emerson was telling Maria," Cathy answered. "It was very romantic!"

"Thanks, Cathy." Maria then spoke to Billy, "Didn't Emerson talk about me all over the world? Wasn't I a topic of his conversation on several continents and oceans?"

Billy was obviously nervous. "Well, yes, but never with disrespect."

Maria questioned Ellen next. "Ellen, didn't Emerson tell you about me?"

"Maria, that man wouldn't give me a second look, because of you. I could tell you were the one he wanted. He was in love with you. That was clear."

"Mother, weren't we approached by two men in the hotel that thought Emerson and I were married?"

Carmella was not anxious to get involved in Maria's scheme. She gave a short response. "Yes, we were."

"Cathy, didn't Major Reynolds seem to think there was something between Emerson and me?"

Cathy was smiling as she answered, "I should say so! It was pretty clear that Emerson had talked a lot about you to them, and to who knows who else!" 

Emerson broke in. "None of that hurt Maria's reputation, Pat. I don't know what is wrong here." Emerson addressed Pat but never took his gaze from Maria. He was getting an uncomfortable feeling that he had no chance to win this discussion.

"I am not finished. I have a few questions for you and I would like simple yes or no answers. Will you humor me?" Maria was still close to Emerson as she spoke. Her lips were close to his and her eyes shone. It was as if the others weren't there. She had eyes only for Emerson.

Emerson felt like he was a man under a spell. He could not, or would not move back from Maria. He held his ground as she kept moving closer to him. He felt totally under Maria' power.

When Emerson nodded assent, Maria went on. "Father, listen to this man and decide if he has been playing fast and loose with me."

Everyone had drawn closer, trying to catch this strange drama as it unfolded. Pat never answered Maria, nor did she seem to expect it. Molly and Carmella held each other's hands as they watched, not knowing what to expect, but knowing something was happening.

Cathy and Ellen stood together, with Tom at Cathy's side. Both girls were in complete awe of Maria and her sudden courage, especially with such a large audience.

Cathy whispered to Ellen, "I can't believe this! Maria is so bold! She has nerve. I hope this works!"

"Emerson, did you tell me I was the most beautiful girl you had ever seen?" 

"Yes," was Emerson's response. He was lost in Maria's eyes. All control was gone. 

"Did you mean that," Maria asked.

Again Emerson responded, "Yes."

"Did you tell Major Reynolds, Ellen Lander, her father, and God knows who else, all about me while you were in South America, and didn't they seem to think there was something between us?" Maria questioned Emerson.

Emerson was looking hard at Maria, trying to guess where she was headed with her questions. "Yes, I led some people, including Major Reynolds to believe that I cared for you, but had lost your trust."

"Isn't it true that even my cousins think there is something between us?" 

Emerson knew that was true, but not his doing. Still he answered, "Yes. Although you know I was not to blame for that."

"Didn't you fight with Michael last night because he said he was my lover, and you would not allow him to damage my reputation?"

Emerson was becoming uncomfortable with Maria's line of questioning, and did not want to discuss what Michael had been saying.

"Maria, that's enough! Yes, I fought with him over what he said about you."

"Emerson, you still don't want anyone to hear the vile things Michael said, not even me." Maria smiled as she spoke to Emerson. "I have more questions. Didn't you tell me that you bought a ring for me while you were traveling, although you never showed it to me? Is there a ring?" 

Emerson was beginning to feel trapped. Breathing seemed to becoming more difficult. He looked away and answered, "Yes."

"Emerson, have you talked to Billy about the possibility of going back to sea?" Maria was still watching Emerson.

Emerson turned his stare on Billy, who was intent on looking at his hands. "We discussed it, yes."

"Didn't you step between Tom Taylor and me when he threatened to shoot me? Weren't you willing to be shot in the back rather than see harm come to me?"

"My life for yours, Maria. I would make that trade when necessary."

"I have one last question and then I'll make my point, if it isn't clear to everyone by now."

Maria knew she could not turn back, although she was very nervous. The answer to her next question would forever affect her life. Maria moved even closer to Emerson. Her lips were almost touching Emerson's. 

Carmella marveled at Maria's boldness. She had never seen her anything like this before. Both Carmella and Molly were breathing heavy with the emotion they felt.

Ellen and Cathy pushed closer to hear and see everything that was going on. The men stood silent, Maria's intent lost to them.

"Emerson Trask, are you in love with me?" 

Pat Casey groaned and several of the women gasped as Maria asked her last question. Everyone watched Emerson as he struggled to answer. 

Emerson no longer cared what anyone else thought. He had blocked out everyone. There was only Maria, the loveliest thing he had ever known.

"Maria, you have asked the question, although I would hope you already know the answer. Yes, I love you and have for years."

Cathy was near tears as she spoke, "Maria, for God's sake, you have his answer! Can't this game end?"

"Not yet, Cathy." Maria was becoming emotional herself, but she was determined to see it through. "I want to explain to everyone what the problem is."

"All kinds of people think Emerson and I are sweethearts, or even lovers. Yet tonight, he dances very close with other women and is even talking of going back to sea. What will people think? I'll tell you how it will look. It will appear that I have been jilted! Even my own cousins will believe it."

"Emerson can go on to more conquests and my reputation will be in shambles, because he left me. It just seems that a man who is supposed to be so honorable, is treating me badly. The only way I can think to make it right, is for me to have the option of ending it. Then Dad would not be forced to flog this man!"

Pat Casey tried to speak, but Carmella pinched his arm hard. Her look told him to remain still.

"Pat, I don't understand what Maria wants me to do. I certainly wouldn't want to be flogged, especially by a friend." Emerson faced Maria as he spoke to Pat.

"Emerson, I want you to give me the chance to decide if this romance we supposedly had, is going to end." Maria went on, "You will be gone anyway, and it isn't any disgrace for a man to be spurned by a woman. I will be left to live with it over my head, if you are the one to end it."

Maria looked into Emerson's eyes, "I want you to do the honorable thing. You have a ring. Why don't you just ask me one question and that will make everything right again?"

Emerson could not believe what he was hearing. She expected him to propose! If he did, she could reject him and save her reputation. His feelings would be crushed, but she was right. It was better that way than to hurt her.

Since Emerson was wearing new boots for the dance, he had removed the ring from its hiding place and carried it in a pocket.

"All right Maria, I will do it." Emerson no longer hid his feelings. Maria had exposed him totally, and he felt only relief. Slowly, he reached into his pocket and produced the ring. "Maria Casey, I am in love with you and I am asking you to marry me."

"Emerson Trask, I am flattered that you would ask." Maria was very close to Emerson. "You have gambled your life for me a few times. How about taking a chance one more time? If that ring fits, I will become your wife, with all that it means, to be with you the rest of my life. If that ring doesn't fit, you will go back to the sea and never return to Morgantown. Will you risk it?"

This time Carmella groaned as Maria stated her terms. The entire group seemed to have stopped breathing as they watched Emerson and Maria.

"Maria, that is more of a chance than I had ever hoped for. Hold up your finger and let's see if it fits." Emerson was no longer nervous. It would soon be over and he would know.

Maria's hand was shaking as she held it up for Emerson. Slowly, gently, Emerson started the ring down Maria's finger. It held up slightly as it came to her knuckle. Carmella squirmed as the ring stopped. She could barely endure the drama to which she was witness. Had Maria gone too far?

Then, the ring slid into place.

Everyone let out their breath at the same time. Laughter and tears were mixing as hugs were exchanged and men slapped each other on the back. Still standing in the center were Emerson and Maria.

"Maria, I won't hold you to this, I don't want to have you because you lost a bet. You can still back out." Emerson spoke softly as the others celebrated.

Maria held her face very close to Emerson, "Emerson, I didn't lose! I won! You never had a chance. I planned this whole thing."

"What would you have done if the ring didn't fit? Wasn't that a gamble?"

"Emerson, I tried it on when you were in that fever. I knew it would fit. I was just testing you a little to see how you'd react. You passed," Maria's voice trailed off as Emerson's lips met hers.



In My Life



"Let's talk about other things." Carmella Casey was far more interested in Emerson, where he had been, and his return to Morgantown. "Tell me all about yourself. Does your mother know you're returning? I think not, or she would have told someone and news like that would travel quickly. Will you stay long? The past seven or eight years have really changed you, and the change appears to be all for the better, if I may say. I'm rambling now. Emerson, I know it isn't considered polite to ask Western men about their past, but fill me in on whatever you are comfortable with."

Emerson had to laugh at Carmella's curiosity. She had always been kind to him, even when he had gone to great lengths to cause bad feelings in others. "Mrs. Casey, there isn't much to tell. Just under eight years ago I was sent to live with my uncle, Sam Bennington. I think you know he is my mother's brother and you also know why I was sent."

"Sam didn't lead what most people would call a normal life. He is the captain of a trading vessel and I have spent most of the last eight years at sea. I caught up with him in Galveston, a month after leaving Morgantown. I was bitter, as I'm sure you recall, and was determined to give him a difficult time. Well, I spent the first five days in irons. Sam referred to that as my "attitude adjustment" period."

"I learned he was the captain and I was the cabin boy. Complaints were not tolerated, and orders were followed. Men were judged by deeds and not by appearances. The first month I was sea sick most of the time and I hated my uncle. And my mother for sending me to him. As time went on, I came to realize the crew would treat me as I deserved, and doing my share and not complaining gained respect."

"In short, it was a great experience. I saw places many people never even heard of, and I met all kinds of people. I learned and saw things that taught me how foolish and self-centered I was. Gradually, over a period of time, my outlook changed a great deal."

"I envy you, Emerson," Carmella replied as she leaned back in her seat. "I have always wanted to see more of the world but had to settle for part of New Mexico, although I do love it here. Did you come back to visit your family, or do you plan on staying?"

"I really haven't made any plans. We were docked in Galveston about a month ago, when Sam called me into his cabin." Thinking back, Emerson continued, "He told me it had been eight years since my mother had sent me to him with the almost impossible task of making an ignorant, pig-headed boy into a man. He felt he had done his job and wanted me to go home."

"I was hurt since I thought he was saying he didn't care to have me sailing with him. I said as much, and that was when he told me the last letter he had received from my mother hinted of trouble. He was concerned for her and felt I should return home. I agreed and here I am."

"Your uncle was correct about this being a troubled range and it will be wonderful for your mother to see you again, but I hope you don't expect to be able to solve the problems faced by the ranchers in this basin." Mrs. Casey continued on, "It is likely that most, if not all the ranchers, will have to sell to Senor Taylor within the next year or two."

Emerson could see the prospect worried Carmella Casey and changed the subject. " How are Pat and Maria doing? I'll bet Maria is married and Pat hasn't changed a bit. He was sure good to me that summer I rode for the KC."

A smile came across Carmella's face and she laughed, "Pat always thought you had "potential" as he called it. He is pretty much the same as he was, except the trouble of the past year has had an effect on him. Maria is not married, or even close, although there are a large number of admirers who would like to change that. I may sound like a mother, but she has grown into the most beautiful young woman! Wait till you see her."

It was Emerson's turn to laugh. "I'm certain she is everything you say. She was all of that eight years ago, but I don't expect a very warm greeting from her. I was pretty miserable to her. I'll be content if she doesn't shoot me."

"I would guess that your return will not go unnoticed by Maria, but I doubt it will include gunplay. I think she missed you when you left."

Emerson couldn't hide his surprise. "Probably everything was too calm and serene without me. I kept it from becoming too dull."

This was a totally different Emerson Trask than Carmella had seen as a youth. He was a fine, rugged looking man, but the change was his character. Maria would never believe he ever held her so highly. His confidence and poise were almost tangible. His return to Morgantown would be a topic of interest for some time.

The rest of the journey seemed to fly by as Emerson answered questions about distant lands and the cultures he had seen. Carmella found him to be one of the most interesting people she had ever spoken with. He obviously received some education while with his uncle. His speech was clear and his words well chosen. Emerson Trask had become a very unusual young man, one that she enjoyed.

The stage pulled into Morgantown around dinner time, and Emerson could see it had grown some, but still was very much as he remembered. It was Saturday and the streets were busy and the walks crowded. He knew his arrival would be seen by most of the town.


When the stage came to a stop in front of the hotel, Emerson stepped down and turned to help Carmella. As she lightly landed in the street Emerson heard a voice behind him.

"How was your trip, Mother? Was Santa Fe as busy as-" and the voice simply stopped. Emerson had turned to face the speaker. It was Maria Casey standing before him, close enough that he could feel her breath. She was, Emerson realized, even more beautiful than Carmella had promised and he had remembered. She had black hair that sparkled in the afternoon light, dark eyes, and smooth skin, seemingly unaffected by the New Mexico sun. 

She was tall, perhaps five inches less than Emerson's six feet, with a slender but very feminine figure. That she recognized him was obvious. Emerson looked down into her eyes and could think of nothing to say. 

This was the girl he had treated so badly. He had no doubt that she hated him, but that only seemed to make her more desirable. He had been all over the world, but had never known anyone else like Maria. Emerson looked into her eyes and felt wonder, and some fear.

Maria recognized Emerson instantly. She had no idea he was returning to Morgantown, and her surprise was complete. She was unable to move as she stared at him. Part of her mind noticed how tanned and rugged he was as he stood near her. His hair was still dark and he was even better looking than she recalled. Emotions Maria thought had been laid to rest came flooding back.

This was Emerson Trask! How he had frequented her thoughts the past eight years. No one had ever been able to hurt her the way he had. No one else had ever been able to cause so many feelings in Maria. Even now, as she looked into his gray eyes, Maria felt drawn to Emerson' s physical presence. 

He was a powerful, virile man, capable and confident. Maria was surprised to realize how strongly she reacted to him. For a second, Maria thought of throwing her arms around his neck and hugging him. He obviouly was well and had survived his stint at sea. She had wondered and worried about him for eight years.

She was still standing very close to him. With someone else, she would have backed off a step or two. With Emerson, she had never given any ground and she wouldn't start now. He couldn't dominate, or control, Maria Casey! So she stood with her face near his, returning his gaze. Time stood still.

Emerson saw the fire in her eyes. He could see emotions were at play. Her nostrils flared and her chin lifted. Emerson resisted the urge to wrap his arms around her and pull her to him. She was incredible.

Carmella was a spectator to the meeting. She marveled at the energy the two generated simply by standing near each other. She had never seen Maria so intense, and for the longest time neither spoke. Carmella began to realize there was more between her daughter and Emerson than she had ever guessed. This reunion was not average! 

As Maria's eyes burned into his, Emerson finally managed, "Hello, Maria."

That seemed to release Maria's pent-up feelings. Her right hand shot up and stung his left cheek with a resounding slap. "I hate you!" Maria gave it emphasis by keeping her voice low. 

As Emerson stood in the street thinking he had gotten exactly what he deserved, Carmella came to his side. Maria stalked off to the hotel. 

"Wow! I guess Maria does remembers you, Emerson. That is a start. Now I want you to meet Maria's friend, Cathy Jordan. Cathy, this is Emerson Trask."

Emerson turned his attention to a pretty blonde girl standing next to Mrs. Casey. As he tipped his hat, she gave a big smile and laughed, "I sure guess she does remember you! I thought you two were going to stare until the sun went down. What did you two have going? She's the only girl in the country that would watch the best looking male this town has ever seen get off the stage and then slap his face. I'll settle for a hand shake." With that she extended her hand.

"Cathy Jordan, it is a pleasure, and a comfort to know that not every pretty girl in this town hates me. At least not until you know me better." Emerson found himself liking this straightforward girl with the firm handshake.

"Well, let's hope I do get to know you better before Maria gets over her mad. She picks the men she wants and I get the leftovers, and the pickings have slim around here, until now." Cathy Jordan seemed to have a way of stating her thoughts without feminine guile. "I have heard your name mentioned more than a few times. You're Molly's son. No one mentioned what a handsome rogue you are. I guess Maria forgot that point. She also forgot to tell me exactly how much you meant to her. That was quite a scene."

"Pat and Dad are having a beer." Cathy continued, "Maria and I promised to watch for the stage and go to the hotel with you, when you pulled in, Carmella. I'm thinking Maria forgot about all that for a minute, but she's probably waiting for us in the dinning room. As for you, cowboy, I'll see you around." With that she and Carmella headed for the hotel.

Emerson waited for the old driver to toss his war bag down. As he caught it a KC rider gathered Mrs. Casey's luggage and headed for the hotel. It was Ernie Hooker, still running Pat Casey's ranch. Emerson recalled how totally dedicated to the KC, and its owners, this man was. He had to be well into his sixties now, but still carried himself like a much younger man. 

As he started for the hotel, Emerson considered how Maria had actually made him feel at home. Any reception less hostile would not have seemed right. Considering his treatment of Maria years ago, he had gotten off lightly.

She had grown even more lovely than he remembered. Emerson had wondered if seeing Maria again would end his obsession with her. Perhaps he would find her less in real life than she was in his memory. Shaking his head, Emerson knew that possibility had disappeared. She seemed to be even more than he remembered.

The next order of business would be the most difficult, Emerson realized. Being Saturday, many of the area ranchers would be having dinner in the hotel. That meant there was an excellent chance his mother and Miguel Hernandez would be doing the same. There would likely be a crowd, but Emerson had never let that stop him from embarrassing himself before.

As he entered the dining area of the hotel, Emerson saw he had guessed correctly. Seeing his mother and Miguel seated at a table in the center of the large room, Emerson paid no attention to the others. He strode to their seats and began a speech he had been thinking about for a very long time.

"Miguel, when I was dragged from here eight years ago, I promised I would be back." The room turned very quiet. Miguel slowly stood as Emerson's mother held her hand to her chest, unable to speak. "I also said one of us would be sorry. Well, I'm back and I apologize to you, sir. I am sorry."

For a moment, Miguel looked hard at Emerson, as if making up his mind. Then he smiled and extended his hand, which Emerson gratefully accepted. Emerson knew his mother had married a fine man! 

"With your permission, I would like very much to visit you and my mother at your hacienda."

Again Miguel smiled, "Emerson, that which is mine, is also yours. Welcome home!" Emerson marveled at how he could have been so foolish as to dislike this man.

By this time Emerson's mother had found her voice as she stood and ran to him. "Emerson," she cried as she hugged him. "You've grown so big! You're so handsome! I didn't know you were coming home. You'd better put me down!"

Emerson laughed as he lowered her back to where her feet touched the floor. She looked well and Emerson knew that Miguel had been good for her. She would be in her mid-forties now and deserved happiness.

Emerson was completely shocked at what happened next. "Em, his mother barely whispered, "I want you to meet someone. Nancy, come and say hello to your brother." Stunned, Emerson dropped to one knee as the girl approached. He held her at arm's length for a moment, looking into her eyes. 

"Mother, she is an angel," he exclaimed as he hugged the dark-haired beauty. To his joy, Nancy was hugging him back, and Emerson knew that coming home had been the best thing he could ever have done. Opening his eyes, he saw the Casey family watching the entire scene. Carmella's eyes were moist while Maria showed no emotion. She just kept watching and Emerson laughed. Nothing could spoil this moment!

Maria had promised herself, that if she ever met Emerson Trask again, she would slap his face. She had recognized him instantly as he helped Carmella off the stage coach. When he turned to face her, Maria was struck by his familiar smile and wavy brown hair. He was older, taller, stronger and more mature. She felt her heart breaking all over again as she looked at him. She had never had anyone cause so many strong emotions in her as Emerson did. It was only after a few seconds of eye contact that Maria remembered her promise and slapped him.

Maria sat next to her mother, watching the reunion, as did everyone in the room. She had expected anything but what she had seen. A fist fight or even gunplay would not have surprised her. Apologizing in public to a man of Spanish decent was not something the Emerson Trask she knew would do! He seemed so sincere that she could not doubt him. Could he have changed so in eight years?

Cathy Jordan was seated across from her and was teary eyed. "Maria, isn't that the most wonderful thing? Isn't he handsome? I hope he hangs around town awhile, cause I could really go for him. Promise you won't get between us."

Carmella Casey looked at Cathy and smiled, "Cathy, I couldn't help noticing that he seemed taken by you earlier. Besides, Maria hates him. Although, it looked like it took a long time for her to remember that fact. For a moment, I thought she was going to embrace him."

At this Maria turned to her mother. "I know you are trying to tease me, but I have good reasons to hate him, and so do you! Cathy, I like you too much to ever wish him on you. Leave him alone."

Cathy looked closely at her friend. "If I didn't know you better I'd think you were trying to discourage me so you could have him for yourself. I'm quite glad you don't like him, but I'll decide for myself just what sort of hombre he really is."

Maria finished her meal in silence. Her mind went back eight years. She had known she would hurt Emerson with the news about his mother's marriage. She thought she would enjoy it. She didn't. She had never forgotten his look, nor the cruel words he hurled at her. That had been the last time she had seen him. The next morning he was on a stage headed east, and her heart was broken.

Over the years, Maria had heard pieces of news concerning Emerson. His uncle would write to Molly, and she would mention things to Carmella and Maria. He never wrote to his mother. Molly thought he was ashamed of his actions, and hoped time would heal the rift.

For a long time Maria wrote letters to herself and signed Emerson's name to them. Then she would burn them before anyone else would see them. No one guessed how much Emerson's departure bothered her. As the years passed, she got over it, she thought. Still, she never could get interested in the many men that called on her. She was the flower of the basin, but seemed cold. Most men had given up trying to break through her reserve.



Emerson awoke the next morning to the snores of three men, each seeming intent on outdoing the others. Pulling on his boots, he strode outside to watch the sun begin its daily trip across the sky. Things really had gone better than he could have hoped. Miguel had welcomed him, his mother was well, and Nancy was a treasure. Sam had told him to expect a surprise, but a sister was more than he had ever dreamed Sam could be suggesting.

The other diners seemed to accept him well enough. Pat Casey shook his hand, causing Emerson to remark that Pat was friendlier than his daughter had been. Cathy Jordan seemed to be a fine girl and he looked forward to meeting her family. They had moved in from Texas four years after he left Morgantown, buying out the widow Doney.

Still, he knew there must be trouble on the range. It was unheard of for a lady like Carmella Casey to be bothered in any way. That the three toughs even considered it, indicated that Taylor's riders were on the prod. 

Pat Casey failed to mention the station incident to Emerson, which meant that Carmella hadn't told him. That pointed to Carmella shielding Pat from a possible confrontation with Taylor and his men. Taylor must be a man of some power for Carmella to worry for Pat!

He had grown very comfortable sailing the sea, but standing in New Mexico watching the sun rise, seemed right. This was his home and he would make the most of it.

At the breakfast table, Emerson began questioning Miguel, who sat at the head of the table. "Senor, a ranch this size usually has more than three hands, although I'll admit these eat enough for six. Do they also do the work of six?"

With that, all three turned their attention to Emerson. Old Pedro, who he vaguely remembered from the past, had grown heavy and slow. His dark eyes showed no emotion and he returned to his meal.

The man called Shorty, and it seemed every ranch had one, gave a quick grin, but never missed a mouthful. He seemed to have some humor and gave the impression of competence.

The third hand, introduced as Ray Brown, merely glanced at Emerson and went back to eating. He appeared to be a typical drifter, not working too hard and ready to move on.

"This ranch has had as many as a dozen vaqueros. I should have more than three," Miguel responded. "Just over two years ago, a wealthy man named Tom Taylor bought the Morgan ranch. Joe Morgan was a fine man. As you know, the town was named after him. After Mrs. Morgan died and Joe's health began to fail, he decided to sell out and move to Santa Fe, near his daughter."

"This Taylor immediately stopped anyone from driving their herd through Blanco Pass, which is the only access to Santa Fe, and controlled by the Morgan ranch, now the Lazy T. Joe Morgan had filed on the land at the base of the pass, and now Taylor owns it. He backs his legal right with enough toughs to make it stick. A couple of small ranches near Taylor have already sold out to him. He has made it very clear he would be interested in buying any and all ranches in the basin, at a low price, of course. We are denied access to our market. Most ranches have reduced the number of riders. With no income, it is difficult to keep any help."




In My Life



As he listened to Miguel, Emerson saw what a simple, but effective plan Taylor had devised. The only flaw would be an alternate route to Santa Fe. "Isn't there some other trail? Didn't the old timers have another drive they could make, or is my memory off?"

"Pat Casey put a trail herd on the Benson Trail, as it was known, last year when Taylor closed Blanco. Three men were killed and almost four hundred head run off before they were half way to Santa Fe. Lack of water was a serious problem, but Pat felt they were overcoming that."

" Then one morning Bob Gustin and his gang of cutthroats rode into camp and told Casey they wanted to cut his herd for strays . Of course Pat would have none of that since Gustin owned no cattle to begin with. It was simple robbery. Gustin and his men rode out, but that night they hit the herd. Between the stampede and the gunplay, Casey was lucky to bring as many men back as he did. No one has had the nerve to try it again."

Emerson knew that Pat Casey would not have given up easily. It must have been some fight! Could Taylor pull this off so simply? This was why Emerson had been sent back home by his uncle. He was expected to help, but how?

Emerson spent the next two days riding the range. There were about ten ranches in a large oval basin. Blanco Pass could be seen from most locations in the basin, sitting between two mountains on the west. Travel to the south was rare with rough country and dessert extending for hundreds of miles. To the east was a mountain range, eliminating any chance of cattle traveling that way. The old Benson Trail wound its way through the broken country to the North. Lack of water and the presence of riffraff made this an unattractive route. 

There was water and good graze in the basin, as long as it was controlled properly. Everywhere Emerson rode, however, he saw the signs of overgrazing. It could be a very difficult winter if the ranchers didn't trim their herds.

Emerson considered the situation. The ranches in the basin were mostly family operations. People with children and other responsibilities were usually reluctant to gamble, especially when it could endanger their families. These people had built to last and deserved the opportunity to peacefully pursue their interests. He had learned that men still had to be prepared to fight to keep what was theirs. How much would the ranchers be willing to risk?

He had seen Lazy T riders patrolling the boundaries with the other ranches. Occasionally, he came across a drift fence Taylor's men had put up. Obviously, Taylor did not want his lands overgrazed. The Lazy T was a well run operation, with hopes of expanding at the expense of its neighbors.

In the afternoon of the second day, Emerson found a small water hole, shared by Miguel and the KC. It had been walked in by numerous cattle that watered there, and was badly in need of a cleaning. This was the sort of chore hands rode miles to avoid. Emerson found a pick and shovel in the rocks nearby, left there for that very purpose.

Hard work had never frightened him, so he grabbed the tools and began cleaning the spring. As he worked he felt pleasure in the sun on his back, and the sweat the effort created. Emerson peeled off his shirt. His back and chest, already tanned from years at sea, glistened. Completely absorbed in his task, he never heard the two riders approach. As he turned to place a large rock to the side he realized he had spectators.

"Well, don't let us stop you. It sure is a pleasure to watch a man work!" It was Cathy Jordan speaking and she was enjoying Emerson's embarrassment as she looked at him with obvious approval.

The other rider was Maria. She sat her mare, looking from the cleaned water hole to the pile of debris he had just removed. Emerson was unable to read her expression, but Cathy Jordan seemed to understand his.

"It isn't very flattering, the way you glanced at me and stared at Maria, although I should be used to it. Don't forget she hates you, if that were possible. I never realized the sea put so much muscle on a man, not to mention a tan." Cathy was laughing now, as Maria colored at her words.

Emerson found himself laughing as well. This girl from Texas was direct! "And I never dreamed that life on a cattle ranch made girls so pretty. I've sailed to many ports and never saw anything to match this! You girls are the best."

Surprised, Maria looked down at Emerson. "Do you mean for a half-breed, as you used to call me?" She saw him wince and enjoyed it. At the same time, she thought how she never had been able to hurt him in their youth. What was the difference now? 

"Maria, I said a lot of things I never meant, to a lot of people. For that I am sorry. What is past is gone. I can't change it, as much as I would like to. It will never happen again."

Maria sat her horse looking at Emerson. He had returned to Morgantown so different. Cleaning this water hole was something most riders would avoid. Emerson stood with perspiration trickling down his chest, and Maria realized she had never seen a better looking man. That fact caused her anger to return. It wasn't right that someone so miserable should seem so good. He spent much of his time making apologies for past behavior. Could he be so different now?

Turning her horse, Maria called back, "It seems that apologizing is very easy for you. Time will tell how sincere you are."

Cathy Jordan sat her horse, looking down at Emerson. "You two must have had some time of it when you were kids. She is always so nice to everyone else." With that she hurried off to catch up with Maria. 

Cathy trotted along side Maria in silence for a half mile. Never at a loss for words, Cathy spoke as they slowed their mounts to a walk. "Your Emerson Trask sure seems to be the genuine article to me. Did you see how tanned and strong he is? He sure seems sweet on you!"

Maria swung around to face Cathy, an angry answer on her lips. As usual, Cathy's infectious smile caused Maria to soften. 

"He is not my Emerson and having a tan and being strong doesn't mean he is a good person. We have never liked each other and we never will. Please don't bring him up again."

"Maria, I'm sorry, but I don't believe you. I have never seen you behave like this before. I've seen you cool to men, but not hostile. I think you are afraid of Emerson, and your feelings for him. I wonder what happened between the two of you?"

"He was very cruel and ridiculed me because of my Spanish ancestry. I certainly don't find that attractive!"

"Maria, I know you just looked at the same man I did. He is amazing! You never mentioned how great he looked. I can see how he could break hearts. How old were you when he left? Fourteen? It must have been terrible. If he were paying attention to me and suddenly left the country, I would be heart broken. I wouldn't make it a secret through. Everyone would know. Boys always tease the girls they like. They are too shy to admit how they feel. If he called you names, it was probably because he was in love with you."

Maria felt her eyes water as Cathy spoke. Looking straight ahead she simply replied, "He went too far if that were the case, which I doubt."

The two girls rode in silence for a time. Maria was thinking about what she had just seen. Emerson was doing a difficult job that would benefit her family as well as his. Cathy was right about how strong and tanned he was. Could the new Emerson be for real? Could he be trusted? Maria wondered what differences Emerson's return would cause in her life.

Maria admitted to herself that she had to make a real effort to not like Emerson. Her old emotions kept coming near the surface. If anything, it was worse because of Emerson's matured character. He had always been good looking. Now he was a powerful man with a quick smile and pleasant personality. Still, Maria had doubts. Could a man change that much?

Maria knew she would have to always remind herself of the terrible things he had said. She never again wanted to go through the misery and heartache she had suffered when Emerson left Morgantown.

She was very popular and had many suitors. Why did she feel such an attraction to a man that had broken her heart once. Thinking back, Maria remembered how young she had been, but age hadn't changed it. Just seeing Emerson caused her pain. At the same time, it thrilled her. She would have to be very careful to control her emotions around him.

That evening Emerson spoke to Miguel as they were having dinner. "I have been riding over the range and it is clear that this basin is overstocked. Since the pass is legally closed to us, I suggest we take the Benson Trail as soon as possible. I see no choice. The winter could be a real disaster. I propose we get as many other ranchers as possible to throw in with us and take one large herd. Also, I want to ramrod this venture."

Shorty looked at Emerson as he spoke, and turned to watch Miguel respond. Pedro still showed no emotion, while Ray Brown turned red and almost choked.

Miguel looked over at his wife. She sat very still. Turning to Emerson he replied, "What you are suggesting would be very dangerous. I don't know if anyone would join us, but I think some men would die."

"Miguel, I believe many would throw in with us, simply because they have no options left. That would give us a sizable force and a reasonable chance to succeed. Say the word and I'll start working on it tomorrow. You'll be able to take care of the ranch while we're gone."

"I know you mean no disrespect, but I could not remain here while others attempted this trip. We make this journey together!" 

As Miguel spoke he reached over and squeezed his wife's hand. For her part, Molly Hernandez knew it had been decided and began to make her plans. She felt fear for her men, but would not add to their burden by questioning their decision.

"I'll start getting things together for the chuck wagon in the morning," was her only comment.

Ray Brown had heard enough. "Is everybody here crazy? We'd all get killed! You can just count us out."

Shorty had been quiet, but now he spoke. "Ray, I don't remember asking you to talk for me. You were happy enough when the work was easy and the food good. If you lack the sand, quit, but don't try to run my life. I wouldn't miss this trip for anything."

Brown stood up, his face swollen with rage. "You talk tough now but you'll change your tune when you're looking up Gustin's gun barrel! I'll have no part in this!" With that he stomped outside.

"Boss." It was Shorty again. "I'll miss that hombre about as much as I miss that boil I had last year. We're better off without him. He wasn't much of a worker."

Miguel had already dismissed Ray Brown's departure. "Shorty, tomorrow, we get ready for a quick round-up. We'll gather as many steers and older stuff as we can find in a hurry. Emerson, it's your show. Get as many ranches as you can to join us. Be sure to see Jordans, Caseys, Robinsons, and anyone else that's interested. Let's plan on leaving one week from tomorrow."

Daybreak saw a bustle of activity on the ranch. Shorty and Pedro began the many chores which needed to be done before the round-up could begin. Emerson's mother and Miguel prepared a list of provisions that would be needed and readied the old wagon that would serve as the chuck wagon on the drive.

Emerson saddled up after breakfast and headed for the KC, satisfied everyone on Miguel's MM would soon be prepared for the round-up. It was still early when he arrived at Casey's spread. Like Miguel's, it wasn't large but everything was kept in good shape. Flowers along the house were testimony to the female presence.

As Emerson approached Pat Casey stepped onto the porch and greeted him. "Hello, Emerson. Climb down and have a seat." With that Pat dropped into a chair on the porch and indicated another for his visitor. 

Emerson brushed the dust from his clothes, climbed the steps, and took his place along side Pat Casey. Emerson realized Pat was waiting for him to speak, so he began. "Mr. Casey, you have some fine looking stock. In fact, I'd say you have too many. Your range is as sparse as Miguel's, and it could lead to a difficult winter."

"I'm afraid you got up awful early to ride all the way over here to tell me something I already know." Pat Casey wasn't one to beat around the bush. "I imagine there is more."

"Mr. Casey, the MM is going to spend a week gathering a trail herd to push over the Benson Trail to Santa Fe. We are asking you and the other ranchers shut off from the Blanco Pass to join us." As Emerson finished, he heard a gasp from the doorway and realized Maria had been listening. She stepped onto the porch and watched her father.

Maria had seen Emerson riding up and wondered what had prompted this early morning visit. Was he on business or was it social? If it was a social call, was he there to see her? She quickly checked her hair and smoothed her blouse with her hands.

Carmella had also seen Emerson's approach and watched her daughter quickly freshen up in the mirror. Maria saw her mother watching her. With no further word, Maria went to stand by the door to listen to the two men who were now seated on the porch.

Deep in thought, Pat Casey looked out over his range. Finally, he turned to Emerson. "You're biting off a lot. I tried it once, and failed. It's bothered me ever since, but I haven't done anything about it I don't know much about you, but you've got the right idea. With the right men it could be done, and there is really no choice. You and Miguel can count on the KC being ready to hit the trail, and this time we'll be ready for Gustin!"

Emerson realized he had been holding his breath, waiting for Pat Casey's reply. He was needed if this drive were to have any chance. "I'm glad you feel that way, sir. We'll try to hit the trail one week from tomorrow. I have to see the others today. With you in, I think they'll join."

"Just a minute!" It was Maria and both men could see the fire in her eyes. "Let me ask a few questions. Who will be in charge? What about Gustin's gang? They will know you're coming and be ready. How will you get by them? How many men will die?"

Watching her, Emerson marveled at her beauty and her logic. "Good questions, Maria. I'm ramrodding this trip. I'll handle Gustin when the time comes, and I realize he may be expecting us."

Maria strode over to where her father and Emerson were seated. It was obvious that she was not finished. She pointed at Emerson as she spoke to Pat Casey.

"Father, I think it would be a mistake to risk cattle and lives on this man. We don't know anything about him. He could be a friend of Taylor's, or in Gustin's gang. He doesn't even wear a gun! How can you trust him? Doesn't that sound easy, saying he will handle Gustin! Will he be there when the fighting starts, and will he be any help?"

"Maria, you are unfair!" It was Carmella Casey appearing on the porch. "We have known Emerson all his life. I trust him with everything we have. Your father has made his decision, and it was the only one he could make. Emerson, thank-you for coming here first. The KC will have a herd ready to leave in a week."

Maria was shocked. How could her mother back this man so completely? With a final glare at Emerson, she retreated into the house.

Pat Casey gave Emerson a big grin, "It sure isn't easy living with two women! Thinking isn't necessary for me anymore. They take care of that. Maybe you'd consider taking one off my hands."

"Sir, I'll take Mrs. Casey with me when I leave, as long as you're making the offer." With that both men broke into laughter, and Carmella Casey had to join them.

"I'm certain that wasn't what Pat meant," laughed Carmella. "He couldn't get by without me and he knows it.

Emerson thanked Pat Casey, mounted his horse and headed toward Jordan's ranch. As he rode, he wondered how sincere Maria's doubts of him were. He found himself smiling when he recalled Carmella Casey's strong defense of him. Pat Casey sure had his hands full.

At the same time, Maria and Carmella were discussing Emerson. "Mother, how can you speak so well of him?" demanded Maria. "You remember his father. You remember him. He hates Spanish people. You should hate him more than I do! What kind of stories did he feed you on the stage coach? What did he tell you?"

"Maria, your thinking is not worthy of you. He spoke of his years at sea and the places he has been. You would find him very interesting if you would only listen. He has become quite a young man."

"Your father has been thinking of another drive for some time, and I have been very worried. The failure of his first drive has been deviling him. He has no choice, but he has a far better chance with Emerson, and I want him to have that chance. Pat is a wonderful, strong man, but this trip will require more than that. Emerson can make the difference."

"What did Dad mean about Emerson taking one of us off his hands? He makes it sound like I'm some old maid he can't get rid of! Then Emerson said he would take you, and everyone laughed. My feelings don't seem to matter around here," Maria pouted.

"Maria, you are unusually sensitive when Emerson is around. If you are concerned about a good impression, I would suggest you don't slap his face too often. However, if he had thought your father was serious with that offer, he would have taken you with him when he left. I'm sure of that."

"I have reason to be sensitive! I remember all the terrible things he said to me. I'm certainly not worried about making a good impression on him." Maria then asked, "Why do you think he would want me after all the hard feelings between us?" She tried to sound casual, but Carmella sensed a strong interest.

"I saw you two at the stage. Sparks were flying. That doesn't happen between most people. I saw how he looked at you. Maria, that big fellow is helpless around you. I never realized it when he worked here all those years ago. His leaving must have been difficult for you."

"Right Mother. I didn't have anyone to insult and degrade me. I almost forgot how much I enjoyed that!"

"Then you also remember the wicked beating he took from Hogan to protect you. It seems to me that you would have difficulty questioning Emerson's courage, knowing what you do."

"You knew about that? Did Emerson tell you, trying to make himself look good?" Maria demanded.

"Of course not! He isn't the sort to talk himself up. It wasn't so hard to figure out. I never told your father about my suspicions," Carmella added. "I knew he would do something and probably get into trouble for it."

"We thought the same thing, or at least Emerson did. Dad would kill any man that bothered me. It was Dad's safety that kept us quiet."

"Then there should be no problem. I want your father to be as safe as possible on this drive. We could have lost him last time he tried. I happen to think Emerson is an extremely capable man and he will carry the burden. I want your father to save his pride, and this ranch, but mostly I want him alive."

Maria understood what her mother was saying and felt contrite. "You are right, of course. Dad would have tried it on his own, and he wouldn't have had much of a chance, not without a crew. Still, I can't get over how much stock you put in this man. You sound like Cathy Jordan. She just raves about him."

"Cathy doesn't have past experiences to influence her thinking. She sees a rugged, handsome young man. One that is well traveled and educated. I'm not surprised she raves about him," stated Carmella.

"I'll try to keep my opinions to myself and help father, but I am going to watch Mr. Trask like a hawk." Maria said determinedly.

Carmella Casey looked at her daughter and smiled. "Please do watch him, but with open eyes. That should be a pleasure."




In My Life



As Emerson rode up to the Jordans', he saw Cathy by the corrals and swung his gelding that way. "Well, cowboy, you couldn't stay away. I am flattered. I just hope you aren't going to tell me there is some other reason for your visit!" Cathy Jordan had a way of making Emerson feel at ease. He knew she would make a good friend.

"Miss Jordan, a man would ride across this great country just for one of your smiles. I certainly need no other reason to visit, but as long as I'm here, I'd like to speak with your father." Emerson lifted his hat as he spoke.

"Emerson Trask, you have some line! You let a girl down so easy she doesn't even realize what is happening. If you want to meet Dad, just turn around and I'll introduce you."

Turning, Emerson would have known the approaching man was Cathy's father even if she hadn't told him. He had gray hair and a ready smile, but his strength of character was evident. Not a large man, he was close to sixty and seemed in good health.

"Dad, this sweet talker is Emerson Trask. His mother is Molly Hernandez. He rode over just to see me but seems anxious to talk to you. I hope he isn't being fast and loose with me. Emerson, this is my dad, Vernon Jordan."

Emerson dismounted and shook the man's hand. "Mr. Jordan, that was some introduction! Is she always so brief?"

Vernon Jordan showed a smile. "That was really pretty good for Cathy. I just hope some day she'll overcome her shyness. Otherwise, I may wind up with an old maid on my hands. How are you, Emerson?"

The father was a great deal like the daughter, and that wasn't a bad thing, Emerson thought. "Sir, I would like to discuss some business with you. The KC is going to throw a herd on the trail with one from the MM. I just left Pat Casey and he assured me he would be ready with a herd in a week. We'll take the Benson Trail and I will be in charge. I'll be responsible for Gustin's gang and any other problems that come up. I'm here to ask you to throw in with us."

Vernon Jordan was clearly surprised. "I can hardly believe what you are telling me! After all the trouble he had, Pat Casey is going to try the Benson Trail again, with you running the show?"

"Dad, you know I've been trying to talk you into the same thing. Let's throw in with them. There is greater strength in numbers. We are way over stocked and we sure can use the money." 

Emerson turned and saw a male version of Cathy standing next to her, and he had been the one urging Vern Jordan to make the drive. Jordan made the introduction. "Emerson, my son Bob. He is a lot younger and less wise than his father. You must realize that death will ride this trail. I'll have to give this some thought. There is nothing fun or exciting about men dying."

Emerson could see this was not a man to push. Stepping into the saddle, Emerson tipped his hat. "Mr. Jordan, I understand your reluctance. It is your decision. We plan on hitting the trail one week from tomorrow and would like to have you with us. However, your decision will be respected, regardless. It has been a pleasure." With that Emerson started his horse toward the next ranch. 

As he rode, he could hear the Jordans discussing the drive. Emerson found himself hoping no harm would come to this fine family, but they would have to market some animals if they were going to keep the ranch going. Of that, he was certain.

Vernon Jordan found himself hounded by his offspring. Both wanted him to join with Trask and Casey. He listened to them as long as he could and then fell back on an old ruse. He sent them to town with the wagon for supplies. It wasn't Saturday but they always were happy to go, and that would give him time to think.

As she climbed up along side Bob, Cathy spoke again to her father. "It's sure funny how you always think of things you need from town when we're having a powwow. We'll finish it when we get back."

Maria Casey had been upset that her father had sided with Emerson so quickly, but decided to help anyway she could. She loved her father and her mother's talk about Pat trying that trail again made sense. He needed all the help he could get.

With that in mind, Maria headed for Morgantown to order a list of things they would need for the next several weeks. Ernie Hooker would pick it up in the wagon that evening.

At the same time Tom Taylor was getting a report from Red Gately. The day had begun nicely, but the clod Gately was ruining it. 

"Are you sure Ray Brown had the story right? He wasn't drunk or something?" Taylor was giving the messenger a hard time.

"Boss," Red licked his lips and held his hat in his large hands, "I'm real sure. Hell, it was ten in the morning. Miguel Hernandez and that Trask have decided to take a herd over the Benson Trail. They are going to try to get the other ranchers to join them. They hope to leave in a week. That's all he knew."

"They probably won't make it, but what would happen to my plans if they do?" Tom Taylor was annoyed. Things had been going according to his plans and he had been content to play the waiting game. He had to be sure they continued to go his way.

"Cole, perhaps you could discourage others from joining this dangerous venture. A few threats and some muscle in the right places could make quite a difference, don't you think?" Taylor was smiling as he spoke to his ramrod.

When his name was mentioned, Cole Lang left the wall he had been leaning against and moved catlike across the room. He was a thin quiet man, with all the charm of a snake. He had no friends and wanted none. Long ago he realized that fear of his gun was all he could rely on in other men. That fear was his livelihood and his pleasure.

"Sure thing, Mr. Taylor. I'll ride into town with Hogan and a couple of the other boys and spread some discouragement around. Is there anyone in particular you want us to persuade?" Lang showed a rare smile. This was the sort of work he loved.

Tom Taylor saw the pleasure in Lang's face and knew a slight doubt. "I don't much care who you see as long as it involves a rancher. Just don't kill anybody! I only want to give them something to think about. This trail drive could be dangerous, especially if they can't protect themselves in town. How could they ever face Bob Gustin's bunch?" Taylor then added, "Take Red. Maybe he can give someone else an eye as colorful as his own."

It was afternoon when Emerson rode into town. As he approached the general store, he saw a crowd had gathered. He climbed off his horse and worked his way through the small crowd. As he got to the front, he saw Bob Jordan lying on the ground. He appeared to be badly beaten. Cathy Jordan was sitting in the street near Bob, holding her cheek.

Emerson looked around and found Len Hogan, near the store front and he had Maria Casey's shirt in his left hand. He was pulling her to him, trying to bring her face up to his. At that moment Maria scratched Hogan's face with both her hands.

Before Emerson could reach them, Hogan gave Maria a terrible backhand blow to the face, while still clutching her shirt. Maria was knocked back, her shirt tearing in Hogan's hand. As she staggered back, her hands came up to cover the part exposed by the tear.

It was then Maria saw Emerson. His expression was one she would never be able to forget. His face was dark and his lips curled back in a snarl. Anger consumed him. Maria saw the same look she had seen eight years ago inside the same store. Emerson would fight Hogan again!

Maria had met the Jordans as they were riding to Morgantown, and the three had ridden in together. Maria and Cathy decided to visit a friend at the edge of town while Bob took the wagon to the store.

Bob saw Hogan, Lang, and Red loafing nearby, but gave it no further thought. By the time he had gotten down from the wagon and tied the team, Hogan had placed himself in the doorway of the store. 

"Would you mind letting me in, Hogan," asked Bob.

"You seem to be kinda pushy, don't you? Are you in a hurry? Maybe you're thinking about a trail drive," taunted the bigger man. "That could be a dangerous trip."

"I just want to go into the store," Bob replied.

"You look sorta yellow to me. Where's that good looking sister of yours?" Hogan asked.

Bob wasn't sure why he was being pushed, but he had determined that Hogan was looking to start something. Bob was eighteen and weighed at least seventy pounds less than Hogan, but was determined to not be bullied. He held little hope of faring well against Hogan, but he knew he was being tested and had to stand up to it.

Hogan never finished his next sentence. "I'd sure like to get my hands on your sister. I bet she'd really-" and Bob hit Hogan on the point of his chin.

Hogan laughed and smashed Bob in the mouth, knocking him back into the street. He then walked after Bob hitting him time and again. Finally, Hogan was holding Bob with one hand, smashing him with the other. That was when Cathy and Maria arrived.

Cathy charged Hogan, pounding him with her fists. Hogan dropped Bob like a doll and gave Cathy a resounding slap that knocked her down into the street, not far from where Bob lay.

By now Hogan had lost all reason. He was like a wolf that smelled blood, unable to control himself. When he saw Maria, a beautiful young woman that had always treated him like he was less than human, he swung toward her.

Maria was horrified as Hogan turned his attention on her. She backed up and found herself against the wall of the store. Hogan reached out and grabbed the front of her shirt, pulling her to him. Seeing his intention, Maria raked Hogan's face with her fingernails. Hogan gave a roar and slapped her face, knocking her back.

Maria felt her shirt give way and saw Hogan's eyes on her. Desperate, she searched the gathering crowd for help as she covered herself. That was when she saw Emerson work his way to the front.



In My Line of Work



In my line of work, you don't sleep in: the morning rush is good, easy money. I don't wake up so much as rise from my brief catnap, grabbing a quick shower, putting on minimal makeup and shimmying into something provocative. Today it's a tight, short blue dress, the one Mr. G likes because he's a regular and sometimes tips extra, along with matching pumps and no bra, throwing a black raincoat over the whole ensemble. Thirty minutes to get ready and then I'm out the door of my hotel room, shooting him a text as I walk downstairs, "rdy?"

As usual, Mr. G is quite punctual, flashing his lights as I step out of the hotel's lobby and onto the sidewalk, his black luxury car sliding up to the curb with doors already unlocked. It's a gesture I appreciate, especially wearing what I am and doing what I do so I smile and greet him warmly. He simply nods at me and I look at the envelope he has placed between my seat and the center console, marked in bold black letters "GIFT". Mr. G is good with instructions and I shed my coat, letting him take a good look at me – between watching the road - before we continue. Once he's had his fill, I again smile before leaning over his seat and unzipping his pants. This won't take long.

Letting my hand fish out his dick as he drives, I lean down and nuzzle his stomach through his dress shirt, purring while I take a long look at his cock. He's already hard, with precum forming on the tip. But even when ready his cock is on the small side of things and Mr. G is perpetually on a hair trigger so I'm careful not to over-excite him, bringing my head forward, gently licking it up and down. He takes one hand off the wheel and runs it through my hair, my cue to begin in earnest, taking the head between my lips and giving it slow, deliberate sucks while my tongue flicks at his peehole. Mr. G loves that and I like doing it, since its less work than trying to juggle deepthroating and breathing.

Soon copious amounts of precum are flowing out, a sure sign he won't last much longer. I bring my hand back into action, fondling his very sensitive balls through his slacks as I take more of his dick into my mouth, bobbing my head up and down, nice and steady. My tongue slithers on the sensitive underside of the crown of his dick, adding a little twist while my lips work. Mr. G can't hold out, breathing through gritted teeth and gripping my hair tight, the first bit of cum a half-hearted dribble, then a pair of thick, salty ropes, typical for a weekday. I keep my lips tight around him while he finishes before using my tongue to lick him clean and stuffing his cock back into his pants. I come up off his lap and look around – six blocks away from my hotel, slightly longer than usual, but still better than his eight block endurance record – grabbing the envelope before I hop out of his car with the words, "Hope you had fun, sweetie. I certainly did."

I take my time walking back, it's usually uneventful, but in my line of work you sometimes score big on the long shots. Not this time however, just a half-hour trot back to my hotel under a dreary overcast sky. Getting back into my room, I kick off my shoes, shed my coat and the tight blue dress, swig mouthwash, brush my teeth again, then take another shot of mouthwash to get the taste of Mr. G out before breakfast. I haven't been at this hotel very long, but the Mexican staff in the kitchen already recognize me well enough (maybe figured out what I do?) that they remember how I like my omelet. I appreciate small gestures like that. After breakfast it's back to bed for me, another few hours before I get ready for the lunch time crowd.

***

I used to love riding along with my Papa after school while he'd patrol the quiet suburban neighborhood we called home. He was a tall, jovial man, with blond hair the color of the sun and blue eyes that shined like diamonds, especially when he smiled. And Papa smiled often. He called me "Pumpkin Patch" and teased me about being such a fat baby I figured out that rolling around the house was easier than walking and sang my favorite songs with me, over and over and over while we shared time together in his police cruiser. Those were some of my fondest memories together: mouths open wide, practically screaming the lyrics to a children's song, driving through the back streets with the smell of the car's upholstery filling my nose.

They still are.

***

The blaring of my alarm at nine-thirty gets me right up and I instantly check my phone, two messages, one from home that I save for later and another from Mr. Y. I'm not especially fond of Mr. Y: his personality is grating on his best days and any other time he's an emotional anchor who brings down everyone he interacts with. And that includes me. The only reason I put up with Mr. Y is he's a big shot executive who is either too dumb to realize I charge him two-and-a-half times what I do my other clients or too rich to give a care. Today Mr. Y wants his usual, a lunch date in his office at noon sharp. Not a problem for me.

Mr. Y prefers discretion so I stroll through his building wearing the power uniform of a professional working woman: my hair in a tight bun, a subdued necklace, white blouse with undershirt and bra, charcoal grey skirt terminating just at the knee, matching jacket, with heels workplace appropriate but with just enough provocative in them to nudge the hackles of older women. Mr. Y of course doesn't keep an open door policy, so I'm forced to check in with the sneering raven-haired intern whom he grandiosely bills as his "executive assistant." I can't tell if she knows why I'm here or if she's just a bitch to everyone she meets. It's my feverent hope it's the latter, not because I particularly care if she knows my line of work, but because I rather like to imagine she's just as awful to Mr. Y throughout the day.

He certainly deserves it.

Fortunately, she doesn't appear to be in the mood for games today and passes me right through the door. Mr. Y's office is a huge, corner window affair, with an appropriately massive wood desk at the far end. Probably mahogany or some other expensive tree, I can't tell the difference and don't care to ask him. Of course, it wouldn't be a Mr. Y appointment without some subtle (or not-so subtle) degradation involved so he's not here. A quick glance at my watch confirms its one minute to noon and Mr. Y is still an asshole.

With nothing better to do, I spend the better part of fifteen minutes pacing back and forth in the office, waiting for Mr. Y to make his appearance, letting my mind drift back to happier days.

***

"Papa, why're those people so angry?"

My father's face wasn't holding his normal smile, his beautiful, twinkling eyes. Instead it was a look of intense concentration as he hunched forward in his seat, gripping the steering wheel with white knuckles, one hand holding the radio that he occasionally spoke into using coded, numerical language. I couldn't follow much of it, but I knew if I was patient, Papa would explain it all.

As if he suddenly realized I was there, he dropped his mask, displaying concern for the first time since he'd heard the words over the radio. I was singing too loud to hear them the first time, but he'd shushed me and asked the dispatcher to repeat. Now he looked concerned, opening his mouth and closing it, then opening it again, "Pumpkin Patch I'm gonna need you to get out here and walk on home. Papa's gotta do some work, OK sweetie? Go right on home and tell your Mama I'm gonna be workin' late, alright baby? Good girl."

***

I'm snapped back to the present by the baritone voice of Mr. Y his sandy brown hair slicked back and freckled face formed into something resembling a cruel mockery of a smile, "Good girl, you've learned to be on time."

As a matter of fact, I've never been late for an agreed upon time. Mr. Y, however, has certainly unilaterally decided upon an earlier time without informing me, then berated me for my "tardiness." Still, in my line of work, you learn that it's all about power and some people get off just as much on showing how much they have as they do from using your body. So, suppressing my annoyance, I pour on the sweetness, "Well, what can I say, I'm excited to see you," putting on my best million dollar smile and giving a short curtsy.

Mr. Y smirks – god, I hate that look so much – then walks over to his desk, undoing his slacks and letting his dick flop out. I have to say one thing about him, Mr. Y has one seriously nice dick. It's not exactly long, but the girth is nice, circumcised and crisscrossed by thick veins with a shovel-shaped head with an uneven tone that varies from pale pink to bright red. It stands in stark contrast to the rest of his tanned to perfection skin. I walk up to him, swaying my hips seductively, giving him a lip-licking smile as I reach his desk, sliding over the table and then slowly going down onto my knees. He takes my head in his hands and pushes my mouth onto his cock, exhaling as I get halfway then begins his favorite douchebag move: putting on a headset and handling his leftover morning calls.

I wrap my lips tight around my teeth, deliberately drooling and slurping excessively as I suck, hoping that some prudish client on the other end of the line hears what's going on and figures out Mr. Y is getting blown while conducting his business. But I know Mr. Y is near the top in his field so even if they could hear, they'd probably let it slide. Prick. At least it makes the actual act more fun, fantasizing about Mr. Y in the unemployment line thanks to my head skills.

His cock is a stubborn one though, resistant to most of my oral charms: tightening my lips around the tip while tonguing the crown, running my mouth up and down the length without sucking, licking at his balls while I deepthroat him, and all the others - the full toolbox of tricks acquired over my years. Nothing brings him off consistently so I have to constantly change it up, my lips, tongue and throat working away on his meat while he drones on about TSP reports or some other corporate bullshit. I would get my hands into act, but he wants all mouth and no hands while I'm blowing him, it's one of his cardinal rules. But I suddenly get a bright idea, pulling off after a particularly extended deepthroat dive and taking his cock into my hand, gripping the base and slapping my face with his prick while looking up at him. I watch him closely for his reaction and see him close his eyes briefly in ecstasy. Jackpot. 

Of course an asshole like Mr. Y would enjoy the woman servicing him intentionally degrading herself.

Then I do it again, dropping my mouth onto his fat dick, sucking when my lips touch the base and deliberately gagging myself this time, pulling off, just before the urge to vomit becomes unbearable, to rub his dick across the entire front of my teary face, letting my makeup run down my cheeks while I purr like a lazy cat. My reward is the feel of his cock twitching something fierce, almost throbbing with anticipation. He won't last long now.

I go back down, grabbing the back of my own head and forcing myself down further, letting my gag muscles work the head of his dick while I lick the base with quick flicks before coming up, loudly gasping before I press my own face against his dick. His head rolls back and he breathes out hard, popping off hard with one jet of cum marking my forehead before I use my lips and tongue to press his cock against his shirt as he continues blowing his load, leaving a huge wet wad pointing up the fine, dark material. I smile outwardly and inwardly, projecting a sexy image while I wonder how he's going to explain that huge stain on his shirt.

He breathes in and exhales loudly again then snaps his head forward as he remembers he's on the phone, sputtering out a lame excuse and trying to catch up on the flow of the conversation, probably ineffectively. It's only after a good thirty seconds that he looks down and realizes he's unloaded on himself, face scrunching up in a severe frown before staring daggers at me. I continue smiling innocently up at him and he snaps his finger, pointing toward a coffee table in the corner of the office with the envelope marked "GIFT" in plain view.

I get up off my knees, straightening out my skirt and walk to the side cabinets where I know he keeps moist napkins, getting the spit and cum off my face before picking up the envelope, and taking a few minutes to fix my hair and makeup, before finally strolling right on out of his office, arms swinging merrily, head held high.

***

"Pumpkin Patch, there is evil in this world, you know that don't you honey?"

I nodded solemnly. Papa was kneeling in front of my chair with his expression fixed, stern, no sign of laughter to be found. Mama was sitting behind him, red-eyed with mascara running down her face and holding my baby brother in her arms, rocking slowly back and forth. Papa turned and looked back at her, getting a nod of assent from Mama before he continued speaking, "And, Pumpkin Patch, when a good person meets evil there's only one thing to be done: you fight it."

He stood up, putting his hands out wide, "You fight it with anything you have, any means, any way you can think of. You understand Pumpkin Patch? You fight!" He brought his hands together suddenly, punching his palm with a loud smack. I simply continued nodding, even though it frightened me. I'd seen Papa being animated and expressive, but always with happiness in his heart, never... this.

***

While I was handling Mr. Y, I'd received a text from Mr. D, which is unexpected. Mr. D is much more of a weekend guy, an overweight trust-fund baby with a mop of unruly brown hair, a mouth that seems like it has too many teeth and a nasty drug problem who likes to get hammered and spend piles of his mother's cash on roulette and cocaine. I honestly wonder how he manages to stay fat snorting all that coke, but I suppose he could've been even fatter before I met him. He wants a meet-up at one-thirty in an especially upscale hotel that isn't too far away. The timing would be close, but Mr. D is almost always a spur-of-the-moment type.

Still, in my line of work, you have to be adaptable and I'm nothing if not professional. Consideration on what to wear took a little thought and creativity, given Mr. D's rather unique tastes but I settled on something I knew he'd like: an oversized flannel shirt, baggy jeans and hiking boots. I completed the look by mussing my hair up and ambling right out of the door with Mr. Y's taste still in my mouth.

The lunchtime rush was still pretty bad and I was actually about fifteen minutes late getting to Mr. D's room, but I doubted he was sober enough to realize I was late when I knocked on his door. He flung the door open, eyes darting around before looking at me, squinting hard for a few seconds before realizing who I was and then falling over himself to invite me in. Between his effusive gestures and his overly-gaudy yet shoddily tailored white suit, I notice the room was actually surprisingly shitty for such a nice hotel, with what looked to be a barely functional Jacuzzi on one side, two small beds in the middle, a bulky 19" or so TV dominating the wall and the lingering smell of hospital in the air. I suppose Mr. D was known to this particular branch and suited according to his tendency to engage in drug-fueled rampages, leaving mayhem in his wake and claims that he had no idea what happened.

Still, I've personally never had a problem with him (beyond the occasional coke-induced erectile dysfunction) and so I let him prance around the room excitedly, telling me all about his day: his recent business idea, his new car, the girl he'd talked to at the county registrar desk, all the things nobody else would listen to (for free, at least) that he'd experienced since I'd last seen him. He finally sat down after telling me the great lines he'd used on the desk girl, beaming with pride at his awful pickup technique while I nodded, smiled and scooted close to him, unbuttoning my jeans and sliding them down to my thighs. He didn't exactly take the hint, persisting in telling me – in excruciating detail – how he'd accidently entered his own number into his phone instead of hers. I decide this calls for direct corrective action, grabbing his hand and putting it against my panty-clad pussy, which seems to derail his train of thought entirely and brought the first awkward question he's asked of me, "...uh have you been fucked today?"

I shake my head ruefully and his face shows his disappointment before he remembers another avenue, blurting out at a hundred miles an hour, "But you've sucked some cock, right? How many today? Did you swallow any? Can you still taste it?"

I smile sweetly and pantomime jacking off into my mouth, using my tongue to simulate a dick bulging my cheek outward while staring straight into his eyes. It's not a subtle gesture and he grins like an idiot, pushing forward to kiss me before I stop him, still smiling as I speak, "First things first... my gift?"

He nods rapidly and stands up, reaching directly into his pocket and fishing out a balled up stack of twenties, thrusting it into my hands. Mr. D is many things, but street smart isn't one of them. Still, I'm about ninety-nine percent certain he's not a cop given his demeanor, his ill-fitness and his rampaging coke habit so I feel safe accepting the cash directly into my hand, stuffing it into my bra for safekeeping before grabbing the back of his head and pulling him atop me, wetting my lips for a sloppy French kiss, leaving him moaning into my mouth while our tongues swirl around each other. It's his favorite fetish, taking sloppy seconds (or thirds or fifths or however many men I've been with that day) on a grungy looking girl and I regularly indulge him; mainly because it's easy.

Mr. D pops off from his own hand within minutes of starting kissing, instantly losing interest in any form of sexual contact. I still kiss him on the top of the forehead as I push him off and sit up, pulling up the jeans most of the way before standing and buttoning them partially. I quickly jet out of the room, but not before looking back with a lopsided grin. Mr. D is already doing another line when I shut the door behind me.

***

We were riding in Papa's truck for once and I was crammed uncomfortably in the middle seat while we bounced along a rutted dirt road through the backwoods of our county. It wasn't like our afternoon drives at all: firstly, it was night and Mama was along with us, trying to keep my baby brother hushed up while Papa was murmuring to himself most of the way. We were all wearing matching white and my one question was met with a sharp, stinging rebuke of answer, "Don't you worry Pumpkin Patch, it's just like a candlelight vigil, 'cept for fighting the evil in our community."

I still felt uneasy and wanted more than anything to get out and walk home. But it was dark and neither Papa nor Mama would've allowed it in a million years. So I bounced along in an uncomfortable silence, my ears filled with the sounds of a baby's cries and Papa's murmurs.

***

After Mr. D came Mr. E who was conveniently enough at a motel room on the way back to my own hotel. I should've called Mr. E something more like Mr. Whitebread; he looks like the poster child for suburban fatherhood, average height, average weight, average build with a comb over to cover his thinning blonde hair, dull grey eyes that make him look dumber than he is and hands that are too big for his body. He likes it exactly one way and one way only: a five minute warm-up blowjob, approximately fifteen minutes of missionary position fucking, followed by two or three minutes of doggystyle to finish. We've been doing this for over three years and he hasn't varied the routine even once. I can't even remember what his dick looks like anymore, it's been so long since I actually looked at it, but I assume if you took the median penis characteristics in America, it'd be a perfect match.




In My Line of Work



I arrive within five minutes, impossibly fast unless I was already in the vicinity, but if it – or my attire –surprises Mr. E he doesn't show it when I knock. He simply lets me in without a word or emotion exchanged and shuts the door with a soft touch, engaging every lock before double checking to make sure the blinds are shut tight. My money is waiting, as always, in a sealed envelope marked "GIFT" on the opposite desk across the two bed motel room. I don't even bother checking it, I simply begin stripping down as he slips out of his awkward looking Bermuda shorts and Hawaiian t-shirt, sitting down and straddling him when he sits down and go to work on his erection with my eyes closed. I have this routine down so pat my mind starts to wander again...

***

If it was a vigil, it was a strangely aggressive one, and my unease only built as more and more men stood up, shouting words through a bullhorn (which I thought was rude given it was late at night, but none of the adults complained) until they became red in the face, then handed the bullhorn and platform to another man who stepped up and shouted more words. I couldn't understand them through the distortion, but people were pumping their fists in the air, yelling approval and shouting words of encouragement to the speakers. My Papa and Mama held my hands tight between them, Mama occasionally looked down and smiled at me, which was even more unsettling than the speaking or the trip over, but I didn't say anything.

Instead I tried to focus on the speeches, but it was too difficult – all the adults yelling and shouting and screaming and hollering between the platform and my ears just made muck out of it all. Still, it couldn't last forever and it didn't, and Papa was smiling again when we loaded back into his truck, "We're going to confront the evil Pumpkin Patch, just you watch, we're going to show you have to keep goodness and light in this world and keep the shadows at bay."

I'd nodded, but his smile didn't have any mirth to it.

***

Mr. E finishes inside me without fanfare, his orgasm as silent and structured as his love-making. Afterwards, I mechanically pulled my panties and jeans up, threw on my shirt, scooped the envelope and simply walked out. Mr. E was too busy getting his wedding ring back on to care about what I might have said going out. He wasn't a bad client by any stretch, but the predictability was long past the point of affecting my attitude and job performance. It's not something I'm proud of, but Mr. E is the kind of guy that hates and fears change, so I'm not about to make him uncomfortable.

Fortunately, traffic has smoothed out and so I finally get back to my hotel room a short while later. The receptionist, an obese Indian woman gives me a bit of questioning look, but I chalk it up to the early nineties fashion disaster I'm wearing rather than suspicions about my profession. Once I get to my room I practically rip the flannel shirt off and let the jeans fall down my legs. I draw up a hot bath, then let myself soak for the better part of an hour while I relax and unwind. In my line of work, there is a nice gap between the post-work screw crew and the night-stalkers looking for sex so it's the best time to decompress and spend some time to oneself. Lazing about in the warm soapy water, I think back to that night, the night that I learned what real evil was...

***

We didn't head home after the vigil. Instead Papa followed several other cars and trucks ahead of us. "Papa, where are we going?" I asked, tired of riding around the potted dirt roads, bouncing up and down all over the place.

"Sweetie, we're going to place where evil lives and we're going to cast it out," he replied, a sort of sinister enthusiasm underlining his words, "Cast it out and replace it with the light."

"With candlelight Papa?"

"That's right Pumpkin Patch," he finished with some degree of finality, his tone suggesting he was through talking. I slumped down into my seat, bracing myself for the next bump, but there were none to come. We were back on real paved roads in town, with streetlights zooming by, illuminating the interior. That was when I noticed Papa sweating, something I've never seen my Papa do at night. It made me afraid, very afraid and I hugged up closer to him, only to have him wordlessly push me away as he brought the truck to a stop. Papa didn't make a sound when he brought the truck into park and killed the headlights. I expected he'd say something eventually, but no words came out of his mouth in the darkened, silent truck.

It was Mama who spoke instead, "We're here Papa. You go on out there and do what you have to do, I'll stay here and keep the baby hushed."

***

At around seven I get a call from one of my occasional working partners, a Brazilian party girl rapidly approaching the age when her bleach blonde hair and bubbly personality would seem to be just a bad acting job who goes by the name Iracema. It's almost certainly not her real name, but I don't really care: she's honest, reliable, willing to do almost anything and – even more important – just as capable of saying no to anything truly crazy, so I have no issues working with her and readily answer when she calls.

"Hi-hi-hi! I got something hot lined up, but it's too much for me to work alone. There's a party at ten, going to be five guys there, young ones, and they paid for three hours upfront. Are you down?"

It's not nearly that clear through her Portuguese-accented English, but hell yes, I'm down. In my line of work, you don't pass up an opportunity to make new connections, especially not the stag crowd. I catch the rest of the details from Iracema and take the time to do myself up nice. "Nice" in the stripper sense that is - this is a stag party I'm working so a sexy schoolgirl ensemble: red tartan skirt, extremely shear blouse, thigh high white stockings, lacy red bra that shows through my blouse and matching panties finished off by liberal amounts of makeup to emphasize my porcelain features. I look like a whore, which is the point of the whole exercise and smile into the mirror before throwing on a large overcoat and practically skipping out of my room and into the waiting car of Iracema's driver with time to spare.

Iracema is in back, wearing a sexy cowgirl outfit that pushes her tits up and nicely hides her stumpy legs, giving me a flicking finger wave before returning to chattering away on her cellphone in her native language. The party's location is actually a beautiful green three story house – some people call them McMansions but I like the style – and they're more than ready to have us. It's just a quick sweep of the premises by our bodyguards for anything untoward, then we make our grand introduce and our act begins.

It isn't much of a routine – these guys know they hired hookers and not strippers – so before too long Iracema has three guys all sitting bottomless on the couch, squatting on her knees and alternating between sucking their cocks while one of the party-goers (who is prematurely balding) demurs and I take the remaining man to a side room. He's Chinese (or Japanese or Korean, I can never tell the difference) with a baby face and dark, swirling pools for eyes with soft skin that's only the barest hint of olive. He's also impossibly shy and stumbling over his words as I peel his shirt over his head, "I-I have never been with a white girl before," he says, with a nervous expression on his face.

I hold his hips and kiss his neck lightly, before answering, "Well, that makes two of us. I've never been with an Asian before," and start kissing my way further down. It's the truth as well; I really have never been with an Asian. I briefly consider his looks and decide he can join my collection, "Hey, tell you what, since it's your first time, if you can fuck me three times, it's all on the house for you."

Even if it were just a joke – and it's not – the look of surprise on his face would have made saying those words worth it. I finish kissing down to his pants, undoing them with my teeth as I look up at him seductively. When he hesitates, I stand up and slide the red panties down my legs, stepping out with a foot, leaving them hanging off one ankle and unbutton my blouse, taking his hands into mine and putting them on my breasts. He's still slack-jawed at my offer so I gently guide him to bed, falling onto my back and spreading my legs, the skirt short enough on its own that I don't need to hike it up to give him all the room he needs.

I don't quite see his dick, he turns slightly off-angle as he slides his pants and boxers down, but what I feel is quite nice; thick and warm, it makes an audible squelching sound as it pushes into my pussy and I moan, my toes curling. He starts pumping in and out pretty much right away and I reach down, running two fingers in circles around my clit, my eyes closed in concentration, focusing on my own orgasm. Naturally, I lose that particular race, feeling a hot splash inside me, but I don't stop rubbing, yanking down my bra, pinching and twisting my nipples to keep myself primed while he recovers.

To his credit, he doesn't need any prompting to get himself hard again and with his hand wrapped tight around his dick, he's back in under five minutes, cramming it back into me, slower but more insistently this time. I bite my lip and squeeze a nipple between my fingers so tight it hurts, the hand between my legs bringing me closer to the finish line. Again he doesn't last long, blowing a second load inside me within five minutes, but I remain undeterred.

Bringing himself back to full mast a third time takes some serious effort and I do my part by continuing to pleasure myself while spread wide on the bed. I mix things up by pushing my nipple into my mouth and loudly slurping on it while I sink into my creamy pussy, digging out our combined juices with wet squishes of my fingers, moaning all the while. When that game runs long, I roll over, my ass up in the air and face down in the sheets, spreading myself wide open with one hand while the other works up a third finger. That does the trick nicely and he lines himself up for round three.

Third time is the charm as he puts his hands on my hips, pulling me back as he slams into me, his balls smacking into my clit every few thrusts, both of us grunting when he bottoms out inside me. I can feel every vein in his cock and my pussy is involuntary gripping down on him when he pulls back. I let my hands fall away, using them instead to grip the sheets in a vain attempt to keep from sliding forward under the onslaught. And it lasts for well over fifteen minutes, both of our bodies covered with sweat as he takes the final sprint to finish, nailing me like a railroad spike and letting out a primal growl as his final load deposits itself deep inside me.

I don't quite orgasm, but it's still good for me, which is uncommon when I'm working.

***

When I saw the cross in front of us I thought maybe it was an outdoor church. I didn't understand why they set it on fire, even back then it seemed sacrilegious, if not necessarily wrong. I would've asked Papa why he did that but I was mesmerized by the flames, reaching higher and higher on the wood.

Just as I'd broken the spell of the rising flames and turned my head to ask my Papa what was going on, I saw another man in white throw the bottle of fire against the house and a woman inside scream. Suddenly the question was taken from me. I knew exactly what I was seeing. I was seeing evil.

I broke away from my Papa's grip and ran away, screaming into the night, tears streaming down my face.

***

The Asian man quickly pulls his pants up, not bothering to finish zipping or to look back at me, as I'm still masturbating on the bed, quickly walking through the door and not bother closing it. I'm lost in my own pleasure on the bed, at an idle pace and lying on my side now, not caring if I can finish or not. My eyes are closed and I feel sated, losing track of time so I don't know how long I'd been going when the next guy walked into the room.

He mounts me without preamble, his cock is small and he's excessively hairy. I keep my eyes closed as I feel him piston in and out at a rapid, mechanical, pace and he's finished quickly. I don't bother opening my eyes to see his face, preferring to pretend it's the Chinese guy back for another go. But his hairy body sends my orgasm tittering away like a frightened rabbit and I groan in frustration, finally kicking off my red panties, stuffing them into my purse and heading back downstairs, with the Asian's rapidly cooling splooge running out of me and down my leg.

I don't care if anyone notices.

***

I ran screaming through the neighborhood, which really wasn't anything but a sparse collection of houses interspersed between light woods. It's only natural that I'd gotten lost within minutes considering the unfamiliar surroundings and darkness that was all around me. Some might say it's perfectly reasonable I found myself at the backdoor of the firebombed house. I say it was fate.

Someone had placed a plank of wood against the outward opening door, preventing it from opening. I could see smoke rising from the sides and below and a dull orange light inside and I knew what I had to do. So I did it: knocking that plank off the door and pulling the handle with all my might. To my surprise, it actually opened and I found myself face to face with a boy my age, wearing pea green pajamas and holding a stuffed turtle.

We stood there a good long while, just staring at each other in wild-eyed befuddlement, before another scream from inside caused him to turn around and run back. I hesitated for a second and ran after him, grabbing his hand with mine, pleading for him to leave the burning house. I could feel the heat from the fire and the smoke made the inside pitch black. I barely held on as he ran and screamed louder for him to leave, pulling on the sleeve of his pajamas, trying to wrench him back to safety. I might've saved my breathe because a second later someone scooped the both of us up and carried us right back out that back door, into the cool night air.

***

Iracema is still in the living room, using her dancer's body to good effect, on her hands and knees on the couch being spit-roasted enthusiastically; sucking one cock while the other thrusts into her upturned ass eagerly. Even over the sound of music and through the dick in her mouth, you could hear her moans of bliss, pushing the men inside her closer to the edge. Plopping down in a loveseat across from the couch, I lay back and just watch Iracema in action. I don't know how she manages to make taking it up the butt look so easy or enjoyable, but in my line of work that's a surefire money-maker.

She keeps her head moving, rolling her hips at the same time, looking like a venomous snake waiting for the right moment to strike her prey. It isn't long before the one fucking her in her butt finishes, slapping her ass and burying himself as deep as possible, butt clenching and arms tensing up, gritting his teeth while letting out a hiss of breathe. He holds himself inside her for a few seconds before exhaling theatrically and pulling his cock out. As he withdraws, looking at the filled condom, I can tell it's the short dicked guy that fucked me a few minutes prior and I'm glad I kept my eyes closed. He has the appearance of an overly-smug frog, nearly bald scalp underlined by bulging eyes, with thick body hair that's matted to his skin by sweat.

My stomach flips when I unintentionally imagine what he looked like on top of me.

Thankfully I have other visual distractions to purge the mental image from my head, Iracema bringing the guy in her mouth off with a flurry of head bobbing then a flourish of deepthroat, letting his flaccid member slip from her lips, a bulging condom her reward for faithful service. She looks up at him and wipes her mouth, smiling slightly as she gets off the couch and re-adjusts her ensemble, picking her panties up off the floor and signaling me that we're done here. We skip out together to the waiting car, Iracema quickly tabulating the night's earnings and a fair split. I simply nod in agreement with her, taking the envelope stuffed with money she's marked "GIFT" and suddenly very much hoping she can't see the fat splatters of cum leaking out in globs, coating my thighs and dripping as far as my ankles, making me shiver in the cold night air.

***

Back at my hotel, I do something I dread to do: go to sleep. Most nights I'm fine, no dreams whatsoever, but every once in a while I'll relive the night I saw real evil. It sends my heart racing and forces me awake in a clammy sweat. The only thing that keeps it at bay is thinking of home; my new home, the one I created for myself away from evil.

The black boy I saw in the doorway that night, I keep track him, clandestinely of course, without his knowledge. I couldn't not to do something for him after my own association with evil, I needed to cleanse my soul of its influence. And so thanks to an anonymous benefactor, he'd never pay anything for college: tuition, books, and living expenses paid for by envelopes marked "GIFT" sent every few months.

The local Klan chapter scattered into the night once they heard the sirens coming. It took close to two decades, but in the last few months the police are finally turning up good leads on the arson cases that claimed two homes and one life late one night, aided by private investigators hired by a very secretive client. Those charged so far include a member of the city council, a former district attorney for the next county over and a popular local police officer.

I've made a lot of mistakes with my life. I'm not nearly the angel I wish I could be... but in my line of work, you fight evil with anything you have.