by Sandy Nadeau
Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright
Dedication
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Thank You
RED GOLD
Sandy Nadeau
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales, is entirely coincidental.
RED GOLD
COPYRIGHT 2013 by SANDY NADEAU
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Publishing History
First Harbourlight Edition, 2014
Paperback Edition ISBN 978-1-61116-322-3
Electronic Edition ISBN 978-1-61116-321-6
Published in the United States of America
Dedication
I want to thank Jesus, who gave me a desire to share stories long ago and provides more adventures in my life. Without His guidance, this dream of mine would not be as fulfilling. To my daughter Trisha, who helped me so much in the beginning creation of this story, who cheers me on endlessly, and relentlessly. You are my Sunshine. To my loving husband, Ron. For all the years of putting up with my dream and drying the tears. It’s official honey! I love you. And my parents, Norb and Dorothy, for always encouraging me to persevere.
A special thanks to Nicola for giving me a chance three different times, then accepting this story. For the wonderful edits from Nicola and Jamie. I learned so much through this process. Thank you both!
May all who travel the back country of Colorado, love it as much as I do.
And Jesus said to him, “I am the Way, and the Truth, and the Life; no one comes to the Father, but by Me.” (John 14:6)
1
The stench of burning brush assaulted her.
No! Mandy ran for the porch, grabbed the wand of the triangle suspended from the roof, and clanged the warning. Dread and panic crept up. Her heart raced.
Smoke billowed over the ridge. She knew flames inched towards the dry brush that lay between them and the guest ranch.
“Jon!” Mandy screamed for her husband as she clanged the triangle, and then dashed into the house.
The screen door slammed shut.
“Jon!” She grabbed the phone and ran back outside to the triangle. Visions of losing everything rose in her mind.
Barney, their black and brown Australian Shepherd, stood outside the door flinging himself into the air and barking frantically.
“What’s going on?” Jon’s thundering steps came from the house.
She dialed 911 and clanged the triangle while waiting for the operator to answer. “Fire!” she yelled to Jon. “There’s smoke coming up from over the ridge to the south.” Beads of sweat ran down her forehead.
“What’s your emergency?” The dispatcher’s voice came over the phone.
Mandy stopped clanging. “Fire to the south of High Country Safaris off County Road Five. Hurry!”
Jon sailed past her, not even touching the porch steps.
Ranch hands ran from the barn and the bunkhouse, some men still pulling on boots.
Mandy pointed to the smoke rising over the ridge.
“I see it, Miss Mandy,” Mike hollered. His boots stirred up a cloud of dust as he changed direction. “I’ll get the water truck.” He ran towards the garage with George, another ranch hand, on his heels.
Mike and George hopped in the passenger seat. They tore up the service road towards the rising smoke.
The others grabbed shovels, picks, and axes.
Mandy threw the phone onto the porch chair and headed to her old Willy’s Jeep.
Barney jumped off the porch ahead of her and ran in circles.
She pointed a warning finger at his spot under a tree near the porch. “Go lay down, Barney. You stay! I mean it.”
Barney whined, sat back down, but his front paws bounced side to side. He obeyed, but panted heavily and watched after the crew going into the smoke. The dog let out an occasional bark as she left.
“Lord, please, stop this fire… please.”
A blaze could take off, especially after such a dry winter and all the dead trees from the beetle infestation. Spring rains had been sparse in the mountains of Colorado, and the sun was hot at their 7,900 foot elevation.
The vehicle bounced off every rock and pothole in the old dirt road, but she didn’t care about the jarring her body endured. Her knuckles grew white as she gripped the steering wheel.
Over the ridge, Jon and the hands were flanking the fire.
A deep chill ran up her spine, and her palms went cold.
Shovels and pick axes flew up and down with rhythmic movement as the men worked to throw dirt onto the crawling flames.
She scanned the potential route of the fire. It wasn’t that large, maybe over an acre, but as the wind picked up, it would only get worse. If the fire made it into the trees, there would be no way to stop the flames before they finished off the forest. And their ranch.
Mandy pulled to a stop next to the other vehicles.
Mike had parked the water truck close and was hauling the hose towards the flames.
She got out, found a shovel and ran. “Where do you want me?” She screamed over the motor on the water truck. Smoke drifted into her nostrils. Her eyes watered. The acrid smell caused her nose to scrunch up.
“Right flank,” Jon yelled back.
Mandy went to the end of the line and began to shovel away pine needles and other debris to get to the dirt to throw on the flames.
The fire had crawled its way through the dry winter remains at a steady rate. They had to get a line cut around the front.
Mike sprayed water as a couple guys dug into the earth, revealing more embers, trying to get a handle on the battle.
“How could this have started?” Mandy’s words huffed out with shortened breaths.
Sirens blared in the distance. Minutes later the first of the fire department’s grass-fire trucks made their way to the scene. Three men jumped out, grabbed their portable water tanks, and started spraying the edges of the fire. Smoke thickened and grew whiter as the water collided with the flames.
Mandy backed away as firefighters with two more vehicles arrived, her muscles screaming from the sudden exertion and fear.
The crew got the fire surrounded and continued to work the hot spots until they were sure it would finish dying out.
All the ranch hands who manned the shovels and picks took a step back, leaning heavily against their tools and gasping in the smoke-filled air.
Blackened earth smoldered below the tall ponderosa pines.
Mandy joined Jon as he walked over to Chief Radner.
“Glad you got here so fast, Pete,” Jon said.
“Good thing you guys got after it so quickly. It’s real lucky this didn’t take off any further than it did. We’ll take care of the mop up. I’ll post a couple of the guys to watch for any hot spots for a couple of hours. We can’t trust anything with as dry as we’ve been.”
“It’s not been a good spring, that’s for sure. Thanks, Pete.” Jon wiped his forearm across his forehead.
“That was close.” Mandy looked at her watch. “Jon, oh no...we’re going to be late for the meeting with the county.”
He checked his own watch. “We’ve got to go.” He thanked the crew with a wave as he and Mandy ran for the vehicle.
They would still have to stop at the house for his briefcase. They had to have the paperwork.
Her heart rate ramped up in the panic of missing this vital appointment. Sweat ran down her spine. “We’re never going to make it in time, Jon, and look at us. We’re a mess. Shonee will get the upper hand if we miss this meeting. He’ll say anything without us there.”
“Let’s not assume the worst about him. We just have to get there and explain what happened.” His reassurance did nothing for her.
They raced on the back roads into town.
Mandy grabbed the cleansing wipes in the glove box and tended to the smudges they both wore on their faces, hands, and arms. If she didn’t do something, her anxiety would get the best of her. “Lord, get us there in time, please.” Her foot tapped out the words and her angst.
They arrived at the county courthouse.
Twelve minutes after ten. “Oh, Jon, we’re so late.” She slammed the door.
Jon grabbed her hand, and they ran up the granite steps of the courthouse. They rushed down the hall and rounded the corner only to bump into Mr. Shonee.
“Well, look who finally showed up.” Mr. Shonee’s face held a gruff but satisfied sneer. The short, white-haired man leaned against his cane. “You can quit yer runnin’. I let the court know that you obviously don’t trouble yourselves enough to follow up on the cares and concerns of your neighbors. Your project is dead. You won’t be building up near the mine, and I won’t have to listen to it or watch all those rotten brats play near my property. You might as well sell that side back to me.” He stared at them.
“There was a fire. You should be glad we stopped it. If we hadn’t seen it, it could have spread to your property.” Mandy panted out the words. She bent over, placing her hands on her knees to catch her breath.
“A fire. That’s a handy excuse.” Mr. Shonee growled, and then hobbled towards the door dependent on his cane.
Mandy straightened and turned.
Jon grabbed her arm to prevent her from going after the man. “Don’t say anything that will make this worse than it is. Let’s go see if we can talk to the judge.”
Mandy growled under her breath and followed her husband. There were some very un-Christian things she wanted to say.
They found the right office and requested a moment of the judge’s time from the receptionist seated at a desk.
“I’m sorry Mr. and Mrs. Phillips. Judge Markum is in court now.”
“We had a fire on the property. There was no way to make it in time. Surely we can have a minute to talk to him,” Mandy blurted.
“The judge has ordered a stop on your project. I’m really sorry. He needed to hear your side of this for you to continue.”
Jon’s jaw tightened as he stared at the woman. “The fire was circumstances beyond our control. We need to see him.”
“I’ll let him know what happened, but we will have to call you and set up another time. Our schedule is tight, so it may take a few weeks before we have an opening. For now, you just have to keep your project on hold. I’m very sorry.”
“But…” Mandy knew it wouldn’t do any good to discuss it with the woman.
Jon thanked the receptionist and put his arm around his wife as they turned to leave.
Mandy squeezed her now aching forehead.
“Let’s get back to the ranch.” Jon turned to the woman. “Please let us know as soon as possible when we can meet with Judge Markum.”
“Of all the worst timing. Why a fire this morning…why a fire at all?” She slapped at the soot and dust on her jeans as if she could erase the fire scene.
“Let’s just be thankful we caught it before it did any real damage. We’ll just have to deal with this another time. We’ve got to get ready for the guests coming in on Sunday afternoon.”
Fifteen minutes later, they turned into the driveway of High Country Safaris.
Chief Radner sat in his truck with the door open scratching Barney’s ears.
Barney’s whole backside wiggled as he waited for them. The dog’s antics barely brought a smile to Mandy’s lips.
“Surprised you’re still here Pete. Is everything all right up there?” Jon asked.
Barney circled them and sat, leaning against Mandy’s leg.
The chief showed little emotion. “Jon, Mandy…looks like the fire was deliberate. We definitely found traces of an accelerant and tracks in the dirt. We are listing this as suspicious while we investigate further.”
“Deliberate? Well, we can sure guess who’s behind that. Shonee made sure we couldn’t show up this morning.”
“Mandy, let’s not rush into accusations.” Jon put his arm around her.
She pulled away, arms flailing, which caused Barney to lose his footing. “Jon, you know as well as I that Shonee would do anything to make life miserable for us. He always has and always will.” Mandy paced in a tight pattern slapping her hand against her thigh
“I thought about him, too,” Chief Radner said. “I know he tends to be a pain for you guys. We’ll be talking to him. Don’t worry about that. For now, at least the fire is out. We’ll take care of the rest.” Pete shook hands with Jon, gave Mandy a hug, got in his truck and drove away.
“Well.” Jon blew out a breath. “Not much we can do now. We might as well put our energy into getting ready for the guests. How many do we have coming in this week?”
“We have six cabins reserved. I’ll go see if the cleaning crew is here. I have to get busy right now or I’ll lose it.”
“I’ll check on the cars and make sure the tune-ups have been done.” Jon turned and headed to the lined up four-wheel drive vehicles.
“Jon?”
“Yeah, hon?”
“Will this work out? We’ve had such exciting plans this winter. I really wanted to get the town site built this summer for the kids.” She leaned against the porch post and kicked at the gravel of the parking area.
Jon walked back and pulled her into his arms. “We just have to be patient, Mandy. We have to trust Him and wait for His timing. I’m disappointed too, but I believe our plans will happen. In His time. I still believe the ideas came from up above, so we’ll be faithful. Our guests will get to enjoy our plan. Eventually.”
“You know it’s not my strong suit. Waiting, and the dreaded ‘P’ word. I’m not a patient woman.”
“You’re not?” Jon hugged her a moment longer. He stepped back, put his hand on her cheek. “I love you, Mandy.”
“I love you, too.”
2
Mandy paused at the door of the cafeteria as Allie, the head of housekeeping for High Country Safaris, gave instructions to the teens they’d hired from church for the season.
Mandy feigned a cheery face as she entered. “Hi
everyone. How are you all?”
A collective “Hi, Miss Mandy,” resounded. About ten teens were on staff this summer. Many of them were able to get credit at school for starting a job early. It always turned out to be a blessing for everyone.
Mandy loved building relationships with these teenagers. She missed when her kids were that age, so it helped to have the teens every summer. Her and Jon’s own grown children attended college, their daughter in California, their son in Chicago. She didn’t like being so far away from them, but she knew God wanted them there, and now she could fill her life with even more young people.
Allie looked back at the teens. “OK, you’ve got your assignments. Get to work.”
Chairs scraped against the floor. The animated, collective voices soon over-powered all other noise.
Allie pulled out a chair and pointed for Mandy to sit. “I talked to Pete when I got in this morning. Is everything all right? You don’t look good.”
“Thanks a bunch.”
“You know what I mean. Sit, spill it.”
Mandy plopped into the chair, leaned her elbow on the table, and rested her chin in the palm of her hand. “The fire made us late for the meeting with the county. Shonee sabotaged us with the judge. We missed him by minutes before he headed into court. His secretary has to set up a new appointment, but since we were late, I don’t imagine they’ll be in too much of a hurry. I’m so frustrated. Did Pete tell you he found signs of an accelerant? Someone was up there. Someone set it. Shonee has to be involved. He’s fought all our efforts to improve the ranch. There’s no other person who would want to hurt us. I don’t know why that man has to cause us so many problems.” She slammed her fist on the table. “I know it isn’t very Christian of me, but I can’t stand him. I wish he’d move away.”
“Calm down. I know. It’s hard to be gracious to someone who causes endless trouble and heartache. We just have to keep doing what we do. If the Lord wants the ranch to have the old west mini-town site, it will happen. We have a mission here to provide a great adventure to our guests and minister the love of God to them as well. Come on. Let’s help Sue with the registrations and finish planning the trips. You’ll feel better being busy.”
