And because he did, he also needed to figure out what he wanted his immediate future with her to be. He doubted he’d ever give up his ties to the sea, but having a wife meant he could no longer justify spending months and months aboard a ship thousands of miles from home. Although finding a vessel to replace the sunken Alanza was a priority, sailing it as a way of life wasn’t, and that admission surprised him because it wasn’t something he’d ever thought about before. It never occurred to him that he might willingly come to such a conclusion. Since being shanghaied all he’d ever wanted was to be on the sea. He glanced over at her, sleeping in the shadows on the far side of the room. From the moment they’d crossed swords he knew she could change his life, and she had, not in large ways but in ways as small and as powerful as she.
Rising from the chair, he stretched in response to the weariness of the past few days. He then undressed and doused the lamps. Carefully, so as not to wake her, he slid beneath the bedding. She roused for a moment to voice a sleepy good night. He pulled her close, placed a tender kiss on the top of her hair and closed his eyes.
An hour out of Denver the train was winding its way through the mountains when Pilar asked, “What is that white color on top of those peaks?”
“Snow.”
Her mouth dropped and she quickly turned back to the window.
Noah chuckled softly. “You’ve never seen snow, I take it.”
“No, it doesn’t snow in Cuba. Does it snow in California?”
“Where we’re going, only occasionally, but places north of us get quite a bit.” He found her reactions captivating.
“So what do you do when it does happen?”
“We throw extra wood on the fire and dress warmly.”
“Dios,” she whispered.
“I’ll keep you warm. I promise.”
“Snow, riding with animals, belt leather pork. What am I doing here? I vote we go back to Florida.”
“Too late. The votes have already been counted.”
She playfully elbowed him in the ribs and returned to the sights outside her window, while Noah went back to the newspaper he’d picked up at the Denver depot that morning. One of the most interesting items was an article about German inventor Karl Benz and his unveiling of something called the Benz Patent Motorwagon. It was billed as the first gas-burning automobile designed to generate its own power. The report went on to speculate that in the years to come the new engine could be applied to all modes of transportation, thus making coal- and steam-fueled engines on trains and sailing vessels a thing of the past. Noah wasn’t sure he believed that, but planned to keep an eye out for further articles in the future. Another article had to do with the army and their futile attempts to capture the Apache chief Geronimo, who reigned as the last major Indian leader not penned in a reservation. Noah hoped the wily old chief continued to make them chase their tails.
“Any news in there about Cuba?” she asked him.
He glanced through the pages ahead. “Not so far. Oh, wait. As a matter of fact there is. It seems Spain is considering outlawing slavery there.”
“It’s about time. Cuba and Brazil are the only two places left in the world that still practice it, but I won’t believe them until it happens. Anything about General Maceo or the rebels?”
He read the article. “No.”
“Okay. Thank you.”
Her sadness touched his heart, but since he had no way of making her feel better short of letting her return to the island so she could take up arms against Spain, he solemnly went back to his newspaper.
Pilar’s sense of homesickness returned tenfold. Cuba was going on without her and she wasn’t sure how to reconcile that fact. Since the age of fifteen, fighting for her country’s future had been her entire life and now she was in a land several thousand miles away where snow fell, for saints’ sake, unable offer her aid. Learning that Spain might be considering abolishing slavery was good news though, and although it was unwise for her to return, she dearly wished she were there.
As if reading her mind, he said softly, “I’m sorry, Pilar.”
She turned and lied, “It’s okay, Noah,” but added truthfully, “My life is with you now. Hopefully I’ll learn to love your home as much as I loved my own.”
“I’ll do my best to make sure you do.”
“I’m holding you to that.”
By the time, they reached San Francisco, Pilar didn’t want to see another train for at least five years. Her back hurt from not only from the prolonged sitting but from having to sleep in her seat as well. The food choices had been limited and baths had been out of the question. Her courses were done, however, and that pleased her if nothing else.
“We’ve one more train to catch, querida, then we can both fall over from relief.”
They were walking away through the bustling station.
“Is it a long ride?”
“No. Just a few hours.”
“Then I’m sure I can survive.”
“Noah!”
The feminine scream of joy was followed by a fashionably dressed woman in green who launched herself at Noah like a dog greeting the long-awaited return of its beloved master. Pilar looked on coolly as her husband did his best to disentangle himself from the arms around his neck.
“Hello, Lavinia. What are you doing here?”
“I just arrived from Los Angeles. Where have you been, you naughty man?”
Pilar arched an eyebrow.
“’Vinia, I want you to meet my wife, Pilar. Pilar, this is Lavinia Douglas.”
The woman’s eyes went so wide, Pilar thought they might pop out and roll around on the floor of the station.
“Your wife?”
“Pleased to meet you,” Pilar offered. She could see herself being critically assessed and apparently found lacking.
“Same here,” came her indifferent reply before she immediately returned to Noah and showed a false smile. “Married. What a surprise. How long?”
He draped an arm around Pilar’s waist. “Not very. Took us by surprise, I must admit.” His smile earned one from her in reply.
“And you met her where?”
“Cuba. I was immediately captured.”
Pilar was amused by his play on words.
“I must say, I never expected you to be captured by someone so—foreign, shall we say.”
Pilar immediately took offense, but tempered it with the realization that she was Mrs. Noah Yates, and this vaquilla in the pert green hat was not. Taking in Noah’s tightly set jaw, it was apparent that he hadn’t appreciated the verbal slight either, and that further buoyed Pilar’s spirits.
“Are you on your way to the ranch?” Lavinia asked.
“Yes. This is Pilar’s first time in the States. I’m anxious for her to meet the family.”
“I see. Be sure to let me know the next time you’re in San Francisco so we can have dinner. Papa would love to meet her as well. And please wear that quaint little dress, Pilar. You’ll be all the rage.”
Pilar’s eyes flashed angrily. Seeing how Lavinia and the other women in the depot were attired, her gingham dress and men’s boots made her look like a ragamuffin in comparison. She might need to learn to dress like an American, but Lavinia needed a lesson in manners, so Pilar thought them even.
“Nice seeing you, Noah.” And without a word to Pilar she took her leave.
As she walked away, Pilar asked, “That’s the vaquilla you’ve been keeping company with?”
He laughed loud and long and tightened his arm around her waist. “Oh, Pilar. You’re so wonderful. She’d have a fit hearing herself called a heifer.”
“I’m not sure why. It probably wouldn’t be the first time.”
“Thank you for marrying me.”
“I didn’t have much choice, as I remember.”
“No, you didn’t but I’m so pleased.”
Still laughing he led her through the station to catch the final train to his home. Pilar was too exhausted to quiz him
further about the rude Lavinia Douglas but planned to do so in the near future.
Chapter 17
Pilar swallowed her nervousness as the hired hack passed beneath the arched iron sign that read RANCHO DESTINO. She was moments away from meeting Noah’s family and she wasn’t sure how she’d be greeted. If they were aware of her stealing his ship, she didn’t expect to be welcomed with open arms. Having to spend the rest of her existence among people who couldn’t abide her was not her idea of a happy life, especially after traveling so far and having left her own family behind. Deep down inside she wanted them to like her but if that didn’t turn out to be the case she supposed she’d manage somehow.
Her nervousness was soon overridden by wonder. The ranch was vast. She knew he was wealthy but the sheer size rivaled some of the large plantations at home. There were acres and acres of land for as far as she could see: cattle, corrals holding horses, orchards, workers. “I had no idea your ranch would be so large.”
“My mother has built quite a legacy here.”
“Your father’s passed on?”
“Yes, when I was very young. She worked herself to the bone to create this. My brothers and I are very proud to be her sons.”
Pilar noted the respect and love in his tone. It was plain that he cared deeply for her and she found that knowledge pleasing.
The sprawling house that came into view was grand as well. Well-kept gardens and wrought-iron verandahs caught her eye. Even the outbuildings were grander than her house at home. What would his mother think of her youngest bringing home a virtual pauper for a bride? Pilar had no answer but drew in a deep breath to try and settle the butterflies in her stomach. “I’m very nervous.”
“You shouldn’t be. She’ll adore you as much as she does my sisters-in-law.”
She hoped he was right even though a part of her found that hard to believe. After all, she’d been responsible for the sinking of the ship bearing her name. How could she be happy knowing her son had married the culprit? Pilar prayed this initial meeting went well.
When the hack stopped, Noah helped her out.
“Noah! You’re back!”
Pilar turned in the direction of the joyful exclamation and saw a woman in a divided skirt and black boots hurrying down the stairs. His face broke into the widest grin Pilar had ever seen and his arms opened wide. Their strong embrace pulled at Pilar’s heart.
“So glad to have you home,” she gushed.
“It’s good to be home. Mother, may I present my wife, Pilar. Pilar, my mother, Alanza Maria Vallejo—Yates—Rudd.
His mother was stunningly beautiful, and from her golden features and accented English, obviously Spanish. “Welcome to your new home, Pilar.”
“Thank you. It’s an honor to meet you.”
“Noah, she’s lovely.”
He smiled. “Yes, she is.”
Pilar inwardly thanked him for that.
“Now, I have three nueras!” Alanza declared in a voice so filled with pride and excitement Pilar couldn’t help but smile.
While Noah stepped away to pay the driver and get their bags, Pilar saw his mother viewing her intently, making her wonder if the woman was taking in how badly dressed her new nuera was. There was nothing but kindness in her dark eyes, however, and Pilar was certain that would change once she learned of her role in the theft and sinking of her son’s ship.
After the coach drove away, the three of them started towards the steps leading to the wide front porch. “Noah, I received your telegram,” his mother said, “but it was confusing. The wording made it seem as if you married the pirate.”
Pilar froze.
“I did.”
Alanza’s took in Pilar with wide eyes. “Pilar is the pirate?”
“Yes.”
“This tiny little thing?”
“This tiny little thing stole my ship, sank it—”
“The Spanish navy sank it,” Pilar interrupted, coming to her own defense.
“I stand corrected, but we wound up dancing La Verdadera Destreza.”
“Swords!”
“She’s very good with a rapier, Mama.”
Pilar groused, “Plainly not good enough, as I was forced to yield.”
His mother looked between the two of them, appeared about to speak, but apparently changed her mind and laughed. “Let’s go inside before I fall down.”
“I’m glad you insisted we take lessons, otherwise she might have bested me.” His eyes teased Pilar.
Alanza exclaimed, “First Mariah, then Billie, and now a swordswoman named Pilar. Dios!”
The interior of the house was as beautifully furnished as one would expect. Fine rugs sat atop gleaming wood floors. Lamps with wrought-iron bases anchored well-polished side tables made of lustrous dark wood. There were sumptuous gold-colored drapes and lovely upholstered chairs and sofas. The vases and small statues of saints reminded her so much of home, her heart ached and before she knew it, there were tears in her eyes.
Alanza asked with concern, “Qué pasa?” What’s the matter?
That Alanza had addressed her in Spanish, a language she thought she’d never hear on a regular basis again, added to her sudden and embarrassing bout of homesickness, so she replied in a rush of Spanish that she was just homesick for Cuba and her family, and missed speaking her native tongue, and how embarrassed she was to be in tears. She dashed away the telling moisture and before she could glance at her husband to gauge his reaction to her uncharacteristic show of weakness, Alanza smiled fondly. “None of my nueras speak Spanish and I’ve secretly longed for one who does. You will be my special joy, Pilar. Has Noah not been speaking Spanish with you?”
“He has but only occasionally. I’m not sure how fluent he is, to be truthful.” So far, she’d only heard him use Spanish when speaking endearments.
“He speaks both English and Spanish. Always has. Why does your wife not know you speak Spanish?”
His reply was tinged with amusement. “Pilar, you’re in the house two minutes and have already gotten me into trouble.”
“My apology, but I didn’t know.”
“I’ll rectify that. I promise.”
The heat in his gaze, potent as a caress, caused her nipples to tighten shamelessly and she quickly looked away.
“Where is everyone, Mama?”
“Billie, Mariah, and the babies are out visiting friends, and your brothers are in town.”
“And Max?”
“At the sawmill looking over some wood. Everyone will be here for dinner as always. Are you two hungry? I can have Bonnie prepare you something to tide you over.”
Pilar knew from Noah that Bonnie was the house cook. She was indeed hungry after the long day.
He spoke for them both: “That would be grand.”
“Okay, take my nuera upstairs and I’ll send Bonnie up shortly. Dinner will be in a few hours.” She paused, gently took Pilar’s hands and said with sincerity, “Welcome.”
Her reply was equally as sincere. “Thank you.”
As they made their departure, Alanza watched them go. She was still taken aback by the news that Pilar was the dreaded pirate. The newlyweds had offered no further information on the circumstances surrounding their marriage other than there’d been swordplay. That Noah seemed genuinely taken with the terribly thin and badly dressed Cuban was surprising as well. Alanza assumed the full story would be revealed in time, so for the moment, she was just happy to have her son home.
Walking down hallways and up staircases and past framed paintings of the blessed Virgin, a few saints, and stern-faced men and women she assumed to be ancestors, Pilar accompanied Noah to his rooms, all the while wondering how long it might take her to learn to navigate the home without getting lost.
“My mother grew up in this house,” he explained at her side. “Her parents inherited it from their parents and each generation has added to the original building. It’s not nearly as much of a maze as it might seem.”
Pilar tended to d
isagree.
He pushed open a carved wooden door accented with leather and hobnail fittings and to her surprise picked her up.
Laughing, she asked, “What are you doing?”
“Carrying you across the threshold.”
“What on earth for?”
“In some places it’s a tradition for the man to carry his new wife into their home.”
Knowing nothing about such a thing, she rested easily in his arms until he placed her gently on her feet. She looked around. Like the rest of the house, the room was large, so large in fact her entire home back in Cuba could have fit comfortably inside with lots of space to spare. One wall held a grate, and spread around were lamps, comfortable-looking chairs and a large sofa. The space also held a magnificent piano.
“This is the sitting room,” he told her. “Bedroom is this way.”
She followed him, and found it, with its luxurious draperies and massive four-poster, even larger.
“Bathing room with running water is through that door there. The doors behind you lead outside to the verandah.”
“You live well, Noah.”
“We live well, Pilar,” he countered. “This is your home now, too.”
The idea of that would take some getting accustomed to, but for the moment, she just wanted to sit, relax, and not think about boarding another train. She dropped into a chair by the windows. “Feels so good to be done traveling.”
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