by Helen Conrad
The rush from seeing David faded pretty quickly. She got back to her grandfather’s realizing that hope was dwindling. If Reid couldn’t find anything magic to save them all, she was going to have to think of something else. What—she couldn’t imagine. But it would have to be something good.
Meanwhile, she had more things to occupy her mind and try to keep it off David Santiago.
She and Miki had begun their training, and she knew it was going to take most of her time until the horse-show to get Miki in peak form. Walking over her grandfather’s land, from one end to the other, she’d worked out a course that included low jumps over logs and stonewalls, and even a small creek. There were hills to climb, sections of brush to work through, a boggy meadow and a stony landslide surface—just about every element she could think of that she and Miki would encounter during the trail competition. Starting slowly, she took Miki over the course, talking softly in his ear, explaining with her voice, encouraging with a nudge now and then, letting her hands, her tone, her knees, even her seat show Miki all he needed to know. Soon they were flying across the course, conditioning Miki to do the same at the competition level.
Of course, the conditioning of the rider was just as important as that of the horse, and Shawnee spent a lot of time shaping up herself. She started the morning with a full session of stretching exercises and calisthenics, then ran three miles before coming home to make breakfast for Granpa Jim.
There wasn’t time to think about David Santiago. And she didn’t think about him. Not consciously. But he was there every moment of her day.
“I met Allison Santiago—or I guess it’s Allison Hauser—at Patty Wilson’s this morning,” Lisa said one day when she came over to check on how her grandfather and her sister were doing. The two sisters sat together in the small kitchen, sipping coffee, while their grandfather dozed in the other room. “She’s beautiful, isn’t she? And really nice.” Lisa bit her lip, considering. “Just a little stand-offish, but then, what can you expect? I asked her to the Falwell dinner.”
Shawnee gasped. “You didn’t! Oh Lisa, she hates us as much as we hate her!”
Lisa made a face. “Speak for yourself. I don’t hate anybody.” She sighed. “She did turn me down, and on a very flimsy excuse, but I’ll try again.”
Shawnee groaned, then had to laugh. “You’re incorrigible, aren’t you?” She reached out and tousled her sister’s hair. “I hope Brad does run for office someday. You’re going to make a great campaign manager.”
Lisa grinned back. “If he doesn’t maybe I will.” Then her expression sharpened. “I hear you were at Rancho Verde with David the other night,” she said probingly. “You going to tell me all about it, or do I have to call for the rack?”
Avoiding her gaze, Shawnee rose from her chair and went to the kitchen window. “Even torture won’t get me to reveal the gory details,” she answered lightly.
“That bad?”
Shawnee leaned her forehead against her hand and closed her eyes. “No,” she said softly. “Not really. Actually, it was kind of wonderful. He took me all over the ranch, let me see whatever I wanted. There was so much that was just the way Granpa Jim had always told me it was. It was kind of like being let in for a tour of heaven.” She lifted her head and looked into her sister’s eyes. “Only, of course, you’re being told at the same time that you’re most likely going to the other place for the long haul.”
Lisa didn’t say anything. She just sat and waited to hear anything else Shawnee might want to tell her.
“This land isn’t really Granpa’s,” Shawnee blurted out at last. “Did you know that it still belongs to the Santiagos? That they’re going to take even this away from him?”
To her surprise, Lisa nodded slowly. “Yes,” she said, “David told us about it the other night.”
Shawnee stared at her. “And you could still ask his sister to come over for dinner?” she rasped out, appalled.
Lisa looked down at her coffee mug and shrugged. “Face facts, Shawnee. It makes life easier.”
“Facts!” Shawnee dropped back into her chair.
“Yes, facts.” Lisa was beginning to get angry, too. “It’s really time you grew up a little, Shawnee. This old house isn’t so wonderful. And the acreage isn’t good for much. Granpa Jim’s getting too old to make repairs, keep up the place. What does he want to stay here for, anyway? You won’t be around forever to take care of him.”
Shawnee opened her mouth to protest, but Lisa sailed on by without giving her a chance.
“You’re young and pretty and you’ll find a man soon. You won’t want to stay here, no matter what you think now.” She shrugged, “That’s just the way things are, Shawnee.”
It wasn’t the way things were at all, but she could see that Lisa had her mind made up. “And where does that leave Granpa Jim?” she fumed. “Where is he supposed to go?”
“He can come stay with us.” Lisa closed her eyes for a moment, as though that had been hard to say. But now it was said, and she was going to stick by it. “Brad can put an addition on the house. He’ll have a room of his own. We can hire a caretaker to come in for a few hours a day. It’s the only answer.”
“He’ll never agree to go.” Shawnee knew what she was saying was true. “Leaving here would mean the end to him. He’ll never do it.”
Lisa sighed, throwing out her hands. “Then what do you suggest? Shall we get him some ammunition so he can hold the sheriffs at bay with his rifle like those old people you always read about? I mean, let’s look at alternatives here. There really aren’t any.”
Shawnee stared at her. “We have to get the Santiagos to leave him alone.”
Brave words, but she knew she had absolutely no plan to back them up. And Lisa knew it, too. They parted, still disagreeing, and Shawnee knew she was going to have to think of something fast.
But it was hard to think clearly when there were so many emotions seething inside her. Reid had called a couple of times, but he hadn’t found anything to give them reason for hope. He’d been to talk to David and he’d gotten nowhere. The chain of ownership seemed to be exactly what David had said it was and he had the law on his side. A black cloud of hopelessness had taken root in her soul and she had a hard time pushing it out of the way. It got worse every day.
“Reid, what do you think about seeing if we can buy the land from him,” she said hesitantly. “We don’t have anything right now, but I could get a job and…and maybe Lisa and Brad could loan us some money and… .”
Reid’s voice was sympathetic, but unyielding. “It’s not a matter of money, Shawnee. The Santiagos don’t need money. David seems to think he has to do this to complete his father’s vision. Putting that road through is mentioned in his father’s will.”
Tears stung her eyes and she nodded. She’d known it was hopeless anyway. Lisa and Brad were heavily in debt over updating the equipment at the dairy as it was. Besides, she wasn’t sure they would even want to help if they could swing it. She knew she’d been grasping at straws even thinking about it. She was going to have to think of something else.
The one interesting item Reid had for her was the fact that he’d found information about the history of the Santiagos in the early days.
“There’s a whole book written about them,” he told her. “I found it in the archives at the Genealogy Society.”
“Seriously?” The thought was intriguing. “Is there any way I can see it?”
“Sure. If you’re interested, I’ll have them make you a copy. And I’ll copy some of the loose papers I found from those days, too. Old deeds and wills and bills of sale for Nineteenth Century items.”
“That would be really fascinating.” Her natural love of history was aroused, and the fact that it all had bearing on the case at hand only made it more interesting. She’d seen the little building that housed the Genealogy Society downtown but she’d never been inside. Maybe it would be worth a visit.
That afternoon she turned Miki away from t
he twenty-acre tract and into the hills. She knew he needed a variation on the usual course so he wouldn’t get bored with their routine. He needed some higher hills, some wider streams. That meant riding on Santiago land, but she couldn’t help that. All she could do was hope that she would get away with it without being seen.
The sun was high and hot, and she found herself riding along with a sense of freedom she hadn’t felt for days. It was glorious to gallop this way, wild and free. Maybe if she rode long enough, and hard enough, she could ride David right out of her system.
It was a beautiful day. Nature seemed to be in as good a mood as Shawnee was, lighting the countryside with sheets of golden California poppies, sprays of purple lupine, bright displays of scarlet larkspur, all nestled against the hills which were still green from the winter rains. She let Miki walk and threw her head back, feeling the wind toss her hair, enjoying the peace and solitude.
And then she saw the three men on the hill to her right. They were working on a fence, and since they were on Santiago land, she had to assume they were hands from Rancho Verde. Her path was going to take her right by them, but as she scanned the party, she didn’t see anyone she knew. She decided to tough it out. All they could do was tell her to leave.
They all stopped what they were doing to watch her approach, grinning and waving as she came near. When they realized she was going to pass them by without a word, there were a few whoops and some hat-waving, and even a wolf whistle or two, and she couldn’t help but turn in the saddle and look back, smiling at the good-natured remarks they were shouting.
Then she faced forwards again, and there was David, riding towards her on a sturdy-looking thoroughbred. Her heart leaped in her throat, and without stopping to think, she jerked her knees into Miki’s sides, urging him into a gallop that would take her in the opposite direction.
“Shawnee!”
She didn’t acknowledge his call. Pressing Miki on, she leaned down low against his neck, everything concentrated on getting away. The hills and trees were a blur as they raced along.
She couldn’t hear anything from behind. Maybe David hadn’t even bothered to follow her. She glanced back, hoping, but there he was. The thoroughbred wasn’t gaining on Miki, but they weren’t losing any ground either, and she knew instinctively that he would hold on for the whole ride.
It finally dawned on her what she was risking just to run away from David. Miki might stumble, might even break his leg. Here she was running pell-mell across the countryside for no reason other than her own panic. What a fool she was acting!
She let up the pressure and immediately Miki began to slow his pace. By the time she had him stopped, David had drawn up alongside.
“My God, Shawnee,” was the first thing he said, “you two ride together like a piece of the wind.”
Her breath was coming hard and sharp as a knife-thrust and she knew it wasn’t only because she’d been riding hard. She couldn’t answer him, but she couldn’t look away from his dark eyes, either. Her hair was a mess, strands of jet black slashing across her flushed face, and she tried to smooth it.
“If you were a little smaller,” he went on, looking at Miki as much as he was looking at her, “I’d hire you on as a jockey for our stables.”
“It isn’t me,” she managed to rasp out. “It’s the horse.”
“Native Silver? Wasn’t that what you said his name was?”
She nodded. “But I call him Miki.”
“Miki?” He was looking at the horse as though seeing him for the first time and Shawnee nervously pulled at the reins, wishing she could ride away and out of his scrutiny.
She watched the way he sat in the saddle himself, so loose, so easy. He was dressed very differently today, in dirt-stained jeans and a faded plaid shirt, with heavy gloves on his hands and a Western hat on his head. He’d probably been working on fence repair himself.
“You don’t look much like a Spanish caballero today,” she said suddenly and was rewarded when he stopped studying Miki and looked up into her eyes again. “You look more like . . . a cowboy.”
It was amazing how quickly his smile could take over, how quickly it warmed her. “Cowboys like Indian maidens, too,” he answered softly, his eyes glinting with teasing humor.
She stiffened, wondering how she always managed to fall into his traps, no matter what she said. “Oh no,” she answered in kind. “Indian maidens don’t mess around. Once they fall for a Spanish caballero, you won’t find them eyeing any cowboys.”
“Good.” His grin was wide and confident. “The caballero will be happy to hear that. He’s got a real special feeling for the Indian maiden.”
“Sure he has.” Scathing sarcasm dripped from her voice. “That’s why he’s always hanging around her.”
She could have bitten her tongue when she realized what she was saying. He was going to think she’d been waiting by the phone, pining away for a word from him. Her cheeks blazed even brighter and she gritted her teeth, steeling herself for the inevitable that was to come.
“So you missed me, did you?” His eyes were sparkling at her discomfort. “I thought you never wanted me to darken your door again.”
“Of course I didn’t miss you,” she snapped. “What’s to miss?” She nudged Miki into a slow walk and started across the valley. David followed as she’d known he would.
“I’ll tell you what I miss,” he offered. “On a hot day like this, I miss the cool water of the stream up in the hills.”
He came close alongside and reached out to take hold of her reins, forcing her to halt beside him.
“I miss seeing that lovely body flash through the water like a river mermaid,” he continued, his eyes dark, haunted.
She wanted to look away, but she couldn’t. His gaze was deep and beguiling, and she saw things in his eyes she couldn’t identify, things that intrigued her, drew her in.
It was hot. He was right about that. And when he reached out and stopped a tiny drop of moisture that was beginning a long slide down from her temple, she closed her eyes, hungering for more of his touch.
“What do you miss, Shawnee?” he asked with husky urgency. “What do you want?”
She dug deep for strength, drew a shuddering breath, and answered, “My grandfather’s land.”
His hand withdrew and he pulled his horse back away. “That’s a closed subject,” he said, his voice suddenly icy. “It’s not up for negotiation.”
She pulled Miki away. “Neither am I,” she managed to blurt out. “You’ll have to take your swim alone.” She gathered her reins and nudged Miki, preparing to take off again, hoping he would let her go without a fight.
“You know what?” he called after her as she began to ride away. “You ought to enter that horse in the Californio Days horse-show.”
She looked back over her shoulder. “I have,” she answered. Then she turned her attention to her horse, blocking David from her mind, and all the way down the valley, she pretended she was in the midst of competition with no time to worry about anything else.
A piece of the wind, David had called them. Shawnee smiled as they flew over the landscape a few days later. That was what she felt like. At times like this, when it was right, it seemed she and Miki were one, a flying horse, an enchanted rider. And when she felt that way, the hope would grow. If only—if only everything would go right on the day of the show and they would win the Cup. If only she would have that trophy to present to her grandfather to soften the blow . . .
But she wouldn’t think about what was coming, about losing the last bit of land he had. There had to be some way to stop it. Reid hadn’t been able to find anything legal. So maybe she had to think outside the box. The Santiagos didn’t need her grandfather’s measly twenty acres. Somehow she would find a way to convince them of that.
She’d driven into Santa Barbara with Reid so he could show her first hand. They’d visited the County Government offices to check on the truth of ownership on the land. Sure enough, there it was
in the tax records. The Santiagos had been paying taxes on the acres for the last forty years. What she couldn’t understand was why no one had ever talked about it before, why everyone had acted as though the land belonged to Granpa Jim.
“I’m sure your parents knew,” Brad told her when she brought it up to him. “You remember the way your father was—always just on the verge of making a fortune. He probably thought he’d have enough money to buy the place for your grandfather before the forty years were up. I’m sure that must have been it. So he felt no need to worry anyone else about it.”
She did indeed remember. Her father had been a hard worker, but he’d also been a dreamer. He’d entered every contest he ran across, invested in every sure-fire, crackpot scheme. Nothing ever came of it all. But the dreams made him happy and gave him hope.
Hope was something she could use a little dose of right now. But where was it going to come from? Reid was making a real effort, but he hadn’t uncovered anything really useful. When you came right down to it, there was only one place salvation was likely to come from.
David Santiago. He held the power and he was the key.
She saw him often when she took Miki out for exercise, always in the distance, always on his own horse and looking like something out of a classic tale—the mythic caballero he’d always been to her. Her heart always leaped when she saw him. She tried to tell herself it was just because of the surprise, but she knew it was so much more.
Was there anything she could do to soften his heart toward her grandfather? Was there anything she could use to turn his hardness into generosity? If there was, she couldn’t think what it might be. And she was too wary of getting close to him to try anything anyway.
But Reid wasn’t giving up as yet. He had her meet him at the Kit Kat again and this time he invited another cousin, Joe Carrington, a local rancher, to stop by and see if he could think of anything.
