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COMES A HORSEMAN
By Jo RATING: PG ~~~~~ PROLOGUE - MONTEREY The week away from the Alvarado hacienda and Santa Elena had been a good one for Marta. Tessa had decided over a month ago to extend her businesses of wine and cattle to include horse breeding. She had traveled to Monterey with Marta and her cattle foreman, Andres Suarez, to meet with some of her father's old friends who were in the business. A few of them had done their best to talk her out of such a proposition, but Tessa was determined. It was only when they were alone on the way back to their hotel that Tessa would say, "Papa did not trust Don Alonso that much anyway. He just does not want more competition." When Tessa was determined, there was no stopping her. That was one of the many reasons why Marta was so loyal and so proud of her. Another reason Marta had relished escaping the drudgery of routine was because Andres was acting as their escort. Two women traveling alone was unthinkable and Colonel Montoya had kept insisting that they be attended. It was only when Tessa had told the Colonel that her burly cattle foreman would be accompanying them that he ceased his suggestions that they travel with some of his men, who were bringing tax money to the Viceroy. Marta and fellow gitano, Andres, had spent some time together in previous weeks. During the workers' gatherings around the campfires, singing, dancing, eating and drinking, Andres would always make sure that he was sitting next to Marta. She liked his smile. The fact that he wasn't bad looking had not escaped her attention either. Andres had been excited about adding the duty of Horse Foreman to his overseeing of the cattle. He had spent the week before their journey putting up corrals and supervising the expansion of the stables. Marta knew that his excitement had to do with the fact that his added duties would also mean added payment. Andres said that his dream of having his own home could come true with the added income, and had intimated that Marta would be welcome to share it. She would just playfully slap his arm and say that they had not even courted yet. Truth to be told, Marta found herself falling in love with Andres and realized that Tessa probably had no idea that they were close. This morning, all three arrived at the horse auction in Monterey. Marta listened as Andres pointed out possible buys to Tessa. As he explained why he liked each horse, in a general manner, Marta watched Tessa's expression. Tessa was a wonderful horsewoman herself; her knowledge and love of the animals were the main reasons why she wanted to go into the breeding business in the first place. But Tessa showed grace by letting him talk. Andres pointed out a stallion being lead into the corral that the prospective buyers had gathered around. "Señorita, he is a fine specimen," Andres said, voice excited. "Look at his muscle tone." "Si," Tessa said, nodding, intently looking at the sleek, black horse. "I will put him on the top of your buying list, Señorita," Andres said. A poorly stifled laugh erupted to Tessa's left. Marta looked past her to see the person who thought something was so humorous. A man in his early twenties, well groomed but wearing well-worn work clothes, turned to Tessa. "You would do well to not put that horse on any list, except if it were the first to be put out of his misery," he said, eyes twinkling knowingly. Tessa and Marta were both surprised at the young man's forwardness, but Andres was incensed. "I will have you know, Señor, that the horse is healthy and will prove to be a valuable breeding stock." "You are thinking of breeding that animal?" the man said, then laughed. "I just thought you wanted to ride it. Do you even know what you are doing?" Before Andres could take a swing at the stranger, Tessa stopped him. Marta noticed that the young man had glanced at Tessa's bare ring finger before raising his eyes to her face at her question, "Why you think the poor animal does not even deserve to live, Señor? He is a beautiful horse." The young man leaned against the corral post close to Tessa and pointed at the horse as it now walked closer to them. "Look at the legs. A horse's legs tell much about the animal. Look at how he is limping. That kind of limp only comes from the genes. Quite frankly, Señorita, if you are a horse breeder, I am surprised that you are not in the poor house." "I am not a horse breeder yet, Señor," Tessa told him, seeming a little offended. "We are looking at stock to start my business." The man looked at Andres. "And he is the man who is advising you?" "He is my Cattle Foreman," Tessa replied. "Then he should stick to cattle." The young man smiled at Tessa, ignoring Andres' tight expression and glaring eyes. Marta actually thought that Andres might throw a punch at the man; his fist was balled up. She took Andres' hand in hers and smiled at him, which seemed to calm him a bit. The stranger offered Tessa an outstretched hand. "My name is Miguel Moreno, Señorita. I apologize for being rude. I meant no harm. I take horses very seriously and, of course, I would not want a lady, such as your gracious self, to be taken advantage of." "Maria Teresa Alvarado. It is a pleasure to meet you. If I may be so bold, Señor Moreno, would it be possible to get your impressions of more of the horses so that I may make an informed decision on what horses will best fill my initial stock?" "It will be my pleasure to serve you, Señorita Alvarado." "Where are you working now, Señor Moreno?" "I am free as a bird at the moment. That is why I am here. Horses are my life, and I was hoping that I could get a job from a horse owner today." Marta's eyes flitted from Tessa's smile to Andres' grimace and angry shake of his head. ~~~~~ ACT ONE Tessa walked out of her house with pride. From her vantage point on the back veranda, she could see her vineyard of grapes being weeded by workers, her cattle grazing on the hill, and the newly installed corrals for her four new horses. She was pleased that she didn't have to twist Miguel's arm to work for her as Horse Foreman. When Miguel had arrived at the Alvarado hacienda, the first thing he noticed were the newly built corrals, and promptly asked if he could rebuild them. "They are not workable," he had said. Tessa was surprised as Andres and his men had worked day and night to erect the fencing and corrals, as well as expand the stables. Miguel explained that the corrals needed to be bigger. "Horses are not cattle. They need space to exercise." She had given him the go ahead; cost was not an issue and she trusted Miguel to put his whole being into making her horse breeding operation successful. Marta joined Tessa on the veranda with a pitcher of lemonade and a tray of glasses. "Oh, Marta. Let me help you with that." Tessa took the pitcher while Marta carried the tray and they walked out to the corral. Andres was riding one of the two stallions, a palomino by the name of Toro, while Miguel sat on the top rail of the corral watching the other three horses trot in the circle. As soon as he saw the two women approach, Miguel's smile was bright and wide. He jumped off the fence and took the tray of glasses from Marta, saying almost cheekily, "This looks like quite a load." Tessa said, "You both look like you could use a refreshment on this hot day." She caught Andres' attention and motioned for him to come over. Both of the men's clothes were sweaty and Tessa was pleased to see that Miguel had shed his shirt. As she poured him a glass from the pitcher, she scrutinized Miguel's torso, then realized it would be best to concentrate on pouring the lemonade into the glass. Miguel handed the glass to Marta and picked up another for Tessa to fill. Marta took the glass and walked to the corral fencing where Andres had brought his horse to a stop. She climbed up one rail and handed the glass to him with a smile. "Gracias, señora," Andres said, then drank about half of it down in one gulp. When the men's glasses had been refilled and the four were gathered together at the corral fence, Tessa said, "I cannot thank you both enough for doing such a marvelous job with my horses." "It is our pleasure, Señorita," Andres said, gently nodding his head at the compliment. Miguel said, "Horses are my life, and you have purchased healthy, solid stock, Señorita. "Tessa, Miguel," Tessa said with a little laugh. "My name is Tessa. It is not a hard name to remember, I do wish you both would use it." Andres said, slightly affronted, "I would never think of calling my employer by her first name, Señorita. You have my respect." "I know that, Andres. All right." Miguel looked as if he had something to say, but instead focused his attention on the horses trotting around the corral. Marta had joined Andres in private conversation, so Tessa joined Miguel, standing on the first rail. Forajida, a chocolate brown mare, was beautiful with her mane elegantly flowing behind her as she almost broke into to a gallop. "I would love to ride her." Miguel said, "I have seen you looking at her with awe, Señorita. Once she is used to her new home, I will make certain she is properly trained." Tessa had told him that she had been riding horses all her life, but Miguel was protective of the stock, and Tessa warmed to know that he was also protective of her. "All right. I will heed your advice, Señor Moreno," she said with emphasis. Miguel turned to her and asked, "I was talking with Andres last night, and I hear that there is a Don Gaspar who lives in the area. Is that true?" Tessa was surprised that a 'lower class' man would know of Gaspar, who only traveled in the most affluent circles. "Gaspar Hidalgo? Yes. Have you worked for him in the past?" "Hidalgo," Miguel said, pondering the name, even repeating it softly. "Yes. Gaspar and his wife are good friends, why do you ask?" "Wife?" "Yes, Vera." Tessa prodded him to speak freely, but he only said, "I must get back to work, Señorita." "All right," Tessa said. "I must get ready for the fiesta this evening. The Viceroy is in town and of course we all must attend." Miguel smiled. "I would imagine a fiesta with a stuffy Viceroy as a guest of honor will be very merry." They laughed together. "It seems to me that you are in error, they tend to be quite boring." Tessa watched Miguel as he gave his empty glass to Marta and opened the corral gate that lead to the pasture land. "Gaspar will be at the party, is there anything you would like me to tell him?" "That is not necessary. He does not know me," Miguel said, stepping into the corral and taking hold of Forajida's halter as she went past. "Slow down, Forajida." With a graceful movement, Miguel swung his leg over her back and rode off to the open field. Andres shut the corral gate and kept watch over the other three horses in the corral. ~~~~~ SCENE TWO The pueblo of Santa Elena was just like every other pueblo that Miguel had seen in his travels in Alta California. Since arriving from Spain five years earlier, he had remained mostly in the vicinity of Monterey and the surrounding pueblos. In all of them, the nicest building always belonged to the military governor. Santa Elena was no exception. Miguel could hear the festive music playing; the entire square had been lit up and decorated so guests could mingle. The fiesta was centered in the gated rose garden but spilled out onto the square where tables were set near the fountain with appetizers and liquor. There was a banner along the second floor balcony of the Military Governor's residence that read "Welcome Viceroy". Miguel wondered if he should even be in the area. It seemed to him that life in the pueblo stopped as the fiesta had taken over. He was wearing his nicest clothes, but still felt underdressed as he looked at the few dons in their fine brocade bolero jackets and Doñas wearing silk ball gowns. Miguel had offered to bring Tessa and Marta into town for the party, this being the first night off he had been able to enjoy since beginning work for Señorita Alvarado. She did look splendid with her hair swept up off her shoulders, and wearing a dark blue, and very low cut, gown. Miguel wondered why she was going to the party with just her duenna in tow. Surely she had to have many suitors. Maria Teresa Alvarado was one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen, and she was smart and pleasant to talk to. He saw Tessa and Marta standing at the edge of the courtyard, talking with a tall man, who Miguel could tell even from afar was not Spanish. Miguel was starting to feel jealous of the Tessa's attention to the stranger, and knew that such an emotion was moot. He and Tessa had spent a lot of time discussing the breeding business, and there were times when Miguel found himself staring at her, not hearing what she was saying. Miguel shook off his thoughts. They were from completely different worlds. Miguel thought of how things might be different if the Fates had not interfered in his life. Miguel was so deep in thought that he hadn't realized that there was a woman clearing her throat next to him. She moved more in front of him and displayed a dazzling smile. "Buenos noches, Señor," the breathtakingly beautiful blond said. "I apologize, Señorita," Miguel said. "I did not see you." Miguel smiled to himself. With a woman as attractive as she was, he must have really been deep in thought. "That is not a problem. I have your attention now," she said sweetly, but Miguel could tell there was an undercurrent of passion in her. Then he noticed her hands. "I apologize again, Señora, I did not see your ring." She lowered her hand, putting it in the fold of her dress, and raised her wineglass with her other hand. "My glass seems to be empty, you would not mind refilling it, would you?" "My pleasure, Señora," Miguel said, emphasizing her title, and took her wineglass and walked to the table by the fountain. The bartender filled the glass with red wine and handed it back to Miguel with a bow. Miguel was flattered that the servant mistook him for someone who belonged there. He turned, and almost spilled the wine on the woman. "Oh," she yelped. Miguel said, "I am sorry, Señora, I did not think you would be so close." "Vera," she replied in a whispered, melodic voice. "My name is Vera, and I know everyone in the pueblo, but do not know you. You must be new here." "Yes, I am Miguel." She coyly lifted her hand and he took it. She kept holding his hand palm down, and he took the hint. He softly kissed her hand and only then did she take it back, and moved a little closer to him. "My petal," Miguel heard from afar. Vera stepped back as they looked at a large man walking toward them. He said, "Don Ricardo and Doña Louisa were wondering where you went to, my sweet." "I needed some fresh air, and met a new resident, Miguel," she said, then quickly informed Miguel, "This is my husband." The large man nodded greeting to Miguel, and looked at his clothes. Miguel knew that they were barely serviceable in comparison to the don's, but he stood proud. If the man's wife was flirting with him, he was worth standing right where he was. Gaspar gallantly shook Miguel's hand. "I am Gaspar Hidalgo, welcome to our fair community." "Gaspar Hidalgo?" Miguel looked the man over, shocked. He had searched for five years for him, but had always been sidetracked by the opportunity to work and the need for money. Now, the source of his quest could very well be standing before him. Miguel slowly shook Gaspar's hand, and kept hold of it. Miguel studied his eyes to find something familiar in them. Don Ricardo walked from the rose garden and called out, "Ah, there you are, Vera. Louisa is inside wondering where you wandered off to." Miguel was too focused on Gaspar, and knew that Gaspar was perplexed by the fact that Miguel wouldn't let go of his hand. Miguel couldn't believe that Gaspar had just walked up to him, if he was the same man his family had told him about. Miguel didn't care who was around, he needed to know. "I was never told your last name, Señor. Are you the same Gaspar who fathered a son with Fernanda Moreno 25 years ago?" Gaspar's welcoming smile froze. With Miguel's question, you could have heard a pin drop as all conversation withing hearing stopped. Vera looked to her husband, confused. "Gaspar?" Miguel saw that Tessa had walked over to them and was looking from Miguel to Gaspar in surprise. Don Ricardo stepped forward and said, "Tell this young man that it is a ridiculous proposition." "Mauricio?" Gaspar asked in awe. He looked at Miguel's face, studying it. "Is that really you?" Miguel could see that tears had started to gather in Gaspar's eyes. "My son..." Miguel hadn't expected such a reaction from Gaspar. He saw that the other dons were dismissing his claim, but were confused why Gaspar was going along with what they deemed a ruse. They were looking down on Miguel, and he didn't like it. The hostility came out in his voice as he said, "My name is Miguel Moreno. My mother's family raised me, not you." "Fernanda," Gaspar whispered with reverence. "That was my mother's name," Miguel replied, thrilled that the man who had only brought him into this world at least remembered his mother's name. Vera took hold of Gaspar's arm in surprise and looked on Miguel. Don Ricardo pulled Gaspar's arm and demanded, "Are you admitting this, Gaspar?" "This is my son," Gaspar confidently acknowledged. "He has his mother's eyes." Don Ricardo, along with Tessa, Doctor Helm and Marta, as well as a couple of other dons witnessed Gaspar take hold of Miguel's head and pull him into his arms. "My son," Gaspar whispered with relief. "We have much to talk about. Please. Come to my hacienda, so we may speak in private." Gaspar showed Miguel to his carriage, as Don Ricardo said, "Gaspar! He is a gold digger. Come to your senses." Gaspar looked back at Ricardo and said, "No. He is of my blood." Miguel said, "I have my own transportation, Don Gaspar. I will follow you, if I may. I need to know that you are truly my father." "Please do," Gaspar smiled at him, and took his wife's hand as she stepped into the carriage. Miguel noted Vera's confusion just as her face disappeared inside the carriage. As he walked to the livery to retrieve his horse, he wondered about his father, and about the woman he was married to. She certainly hadn't wasted any time finding him, a young, single man, in town. Miguel wondered if in light, he would see any of himself in Gaspar's face. He had always been told as he had grown up that he looked very much like his mother and her family. His cousins had his same build and facial characteristics. He had to have inherited something from his father, but what? Or, that man wasn't his father. But Gaspar knew his mother's name. This all came to light so suddenly that as Miguel rode alongside the Hidalgo carriage out of Santa Elena, his mind raced. ~~~~~ Tessa was surprised to find that she had met, hired, and befriended the son of her best friend's husband. As she stood with Doctor Helm, Marta and the other dons and Doñas, she was going to reiterate that fact to Marta, but then held her tongue. Don Ricardo and Don Victor had huddled together. She could hear them say words such as 'lies', 'secrets' and 'fortune'. Tessa didn't know Miguel well, but she couldn't believe that this was all a ruse to gain the Hidalgo fortune. Gaspar had admitted that he had a son, and it was mostly from Gaspar's enthusiasm that the evening proceeded as it had. Marta took Tessa's arm and led her back into the party. "Smile, Tessa, and enjoy the party." "Maybe I should go to the Hidalgo's," Tessa protested. "Or you should stay right here and mind your own business," Marta chided. "You do not have to rescue everyone you meet, Tessita." Tessa started to huff out a retort, but thought better of it. "Very well, Marta. I just hope everything is alright." ~~~~~ SCENE THREE Gaspar helped Vera out of their carriage and directed the stable hand to put it away for the evening. Miguel tied his horse to the hitching post. The three of them stood awkwardly on the steps; none of them seeming sure of how to precede with the evening. Finally, Gaspar cleared his throat. "The evening air is growing chilly. Shall we go in and have a drink?" Vera smiled warmly at both men. "Si, Gaspar. That would be lovely." Miguel followed his father and his young wife into the large house. The heavy wooden door swung open to reveal a richly decorated home. A servant stood waiting to collect their wraps and jackets. Gaspar led the way into a large parlor. With an air of importance Vera settled onto a damask covered settee with a rustle of silk skirts. Miguel's eyes wandered around the room taking note of the windows, furniture and the oil paintings and fine fabrics that adorned the walls. Elegance and wealth were well represented in the grand room. Gaspar's voice cut Miguel's inspection of his surroundings short. "Would you care for brandy or a nice glass of port?" Gaspar asked from his post at the drink cart. "Brandy would be fine, thank you." Miguel walked over to where the other man stood. "I've always liked a good brandy myself." Gaspar turned to Vera. "A glass of wine for you, my petal?" Vera nodded her head and kept quiet. In fact, Miguel hadn't heard her utter more than five words since she had flirted with him upon their meeting. Miguel's attention quickly turned back to the man who had married his mother before meeting this young woman. Miguel was thinner and taller than Gaspar, but he did see certain similarities. ~~~~~ Vera remained on the sidelines as father and son sat on the sofa and chair looking each other over, and cautiously speaking. When Miguel had helped Gaspar take his seat, Vera had debated whether it was out of respect or concern, or whether he was simply ingratiating himself to her husband. She had seen the young man look at almost everything in the house from the front door to the parlor. He was either taking inventory or was not accustomed to such fine surroundings. As the two men began talking, Vera listened and watched. She didn't see Miguel's eyes take in more of Gaspar's possessions. In fact, his eyes were glued on his alleged father. Vera glanced at her husband again in a new light. She had no idea that Gaspar had not only married in the past, but had fathered a son. She had thought that she knew everything about Gaspar, but now she concluded that she was wrong. Not long after her arrival in Santa Elena, she'd been sidelined by a summer cold. Gaspar had gone to Monterey to retrieve some important papers from his lawyer. Curious, she had decided to explore her new home. The attic had been most revealing about her new husband. She had found two or three small portraits of a thinner and younger Gaspar smiling roguishly from the canvas. During a search through a large wooden and brass chest, Vera had discovered several parcels of letters tied with faded ribbons. Carefully, she undid the brittle strips and found the letters were from a number of young women declaring their love and admiration for the dashing young man. The letters had painted a picture of a very different man than the one she had married. Granted, Gaspar was still the personable and charming man described glowingly in the missives, but the sense of adventure and daring was not apparent in her easy going spouse. Wistfully, she had retied the ribbons around the letters and placed them back in their resting place. "Here is your wine, my petal," said Gaspar, breaking through her memories. Vera jumped a little at his intrusion. "Is something bothering you, my sweet?" Vera smiled back at her husband. "No, darling. My mind just wandered for a moment." Gaspar returned to his seat and said, "I realize that we can't make up for the last 25 years tonight, Miguel, but I would like to make a start." Miguel adjusted his long frame in the delicate chair he sat upon. "I feel I should make it clear to you, Senor Hidalgo, I have no interest in your fortune. I have made a respectable living for myself since leaving Spain." "Once again, Miguel, please call me Gaspar," the older man said. "When did you leave Spain?" Miguel smiled at the memory. "It was almost five years ago. I was mucking out the family stables and it was hot and humid. The wind was blowing, making the job worse than it normally was, and I decided it was time to make my own way in the world." "Every young man reaches that point." Gaspar smiled knowingly. "I did myself." "My relatives had told me that you had come to Alta California to make your way," Miguel continued. "I figured it was as good a place to start as any." Gaspar sat up straighter at this news. "You were told about me?" "My aunts and grandfather felt I should know about my parents," Miguel answered. "They told me that you loved my mother." "Yes, I did. She was beautiful girl, your mother," Gaspar confirmed. "My heart broke when she died. I have not felt that kind of love for another woman until I met my beautiful Vera." His hand found Vera's and gave it a gentle squeeze. "May I ask you something, Miguel?" Miguel nodded. "I will try to answer any questions you have." "Did you have a happy childhood?" "Oh, yes. I was raised by aunts and uncles, my grandfather, and lots of cousins. I had a very happy home." Gaspar breathed a sigh of relief. "I had hoped so. When you were born, and Fernanda died just days afterward, I knew it would be best for you to stay with your mother's family. I was barely a man and couldn't provide you with the stability a child needs. Five years later, when I was better prepared, I came back to claim you, but when I saw how happy you were with them, I didn't have the heart to rip you out of the only family you ever knew." Miguel stared at his father and asked, "You did?" After Gaspar's nod, Miguel's eyebrows scrunched up and after a moment he asked, "Were you riding a grey Arabian?" Gaspar nodded again, and eagerly said, "Yes." "I remember you being there." Miguel wistfully smiled at the memory. "That was a beautiful horse." Gaspar laughed in spite of the tears that threatened. "Si, Plata Luna, he was my pride and joy. Do you like horses?" "Love and obsessed are better words." Miguel grinned. "Tio Rafe always told me horses were the most regal forms of animal to roam this earth." "Wise man, Rafe. I remember him well." Gaspar nodded. "Strong man. He tried to teach me things, but..." Gaspar stopped, and looked curiously at his son. "Why did they change your name? You mother had chosen the name Mauricio. Miguel was the name of her father." "Yes, Miguel was my grandfather, he helped raise me. I had asked him about my mother, and you. I asked him why I had his name. He told me that I had been born Mauricio, and told me a last name, but I was young. I could not remember it after a few years. Your last name was never mentioned again. Tio Rafe and my grandfather had decided to change my name to Moreno to make my life easier. I would have the same last name as my family who raised me." Miguel seemed close to tears when he told Gaspar, "The only thing they told me about you was that you loved my mother very much. But... I had trouble understanding why you left me. Why did you not want me?" "I could not...," Gaspar began, before the mantle clock started to chime the hour. Miguel stood up hastily and said, "I must be leaving. The sun rises early and so must I." Gaspar also stood. "You will join us for dinner tomorrow evening? We have so much more to discuss." "I would be honored. I can finish work for Senorita Alvarado at six." Vera finally spoke, "You are working for Tessa? You are the Miguel that she hired and is so pleased with?" Miguel smiled. "Si. That is I." "Tessa has spoken highly of you." Vera said, "I had intended to go out to see this miracle man for myself, but have not had the opportunity as yet." "Señorita Alvarado has also spoken highly of the both of you. Now having met you, I feel that you are good people." Miguel's look lingered on Gaspar for a moment before saying, "I really should be going, I have a long day tomorrow." "You must tell me about your work, Miguel," Gaspar said proudly. "We shall be expecting you at eight for dinner and more conversation." Gaspar walked him to the door, then hugged the younger man. "Until then." After Miguel bid them goodnight, Gaspar joined Vera in the parlor. He poured himself another glass of brandy and sat back down beside her. Vera usually didn't bring up heavy thoughts so late in the evening, but her curiosity was too overwhelming. She would never sleep a wink without knowing the details, and she also considered that Gaspar may wish to talk as well. "We seem to have some secrets in our marriage, Gaspar," Vera began tentatively. "Will you please tell me about Fernanda?" Gaspar obviously didn't need his arm twisted to relate the story. "She was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen," he began his recollection for Vera, as well as himself. ~~~~~ SCENE FOUR Gaspar walked slowly down the dark grand staircase so not to be heard. He had a copy of Carpio's sonnets in his hand as a gift for the most perfect girl in the world. He crept through the hallway to the back of the house, past the kitchen to the maids' quarters, without using a candle or oil lamp to guide his way. His nightly escapades over the past six months, ensured that he could make this trek with his eyes closed. Since Fernanda had gained her position in the Hidalgo household, the shy smiles and lingering gazes between them had soon shifted to quiet talks and walks on the grounds of the estate. He tiptoed past Galina's door. Galina was a marvelous cook, but was a crusty old maid who Gaspar had learned at a very young age to avoid. He tapped lightly three times on the next door, continued down the hall, and carefully opened the door to the outside. He walked out through the gardens and onto the path that lead into a grove of trees. Inside the clearing, he flipped through the book and waited. Then he heard rustling of the trees, grass and fallen leaves. Gaspar dropped the book and swept Fernanda into his arms. He kissed her as he spun around, and she was clutching his neck. "Gaspar," she said, almost out of breath. "We must talk." "What is it, my sweet?" "I have news." Fernanda said. At that moment, Gaspar wished that they were in daylight as he couldn't see her face. The way she said those words, it sounded so dire. When he lifted her fragile face to the moonlight, he saw that she looked worried. She was shivering in the slight chill of the evening. "You have not taken a wrap, Fernanda," Gaspar said, taking off his coat, then laying over her shoulders. Gaspar brought her in for a kiss once again and rubbed her arms to warm her up. "Gaspar," she said again. "I am with child." "No," he reflectively said. Then chuckled. "Really?" "Yes. I am sorry." "There is no reason to be sorry! We will have a baby? Fernanda! This is marvelous news!" Gaspar once again lifted her up and spun her around. He knew that this was absolutely perfect when he heard her light giggle as she threw her head back with abandon. ~~~~~ Emmanuel Hidalgo was never a pleasant man. As Gaspar sat in his father's study, having just told him that he had plans to marry the upstairs maid because she was having his child, Emmanuel was silent. That made Gaspar even more apprehensive. He didn't think his father would be overjoyed, but Gaspar didn't expect silence. Gaspar looked toward his older brother, Adolpho, sitting comfortably in an armchair with a smile on his face. Gaspar's father finally spoke after gazing out the window for what fifteen year old Gaspar had thought was an eternity. "No, Gaspar." "What do you mean no? No? Just... no?" Gaspar stood up, not wanting to be sunk down into the chair while his father was standing before him. "I will not have that trash in my family. She is a servant and always will be. No." "But father, I love her!" "So you have said. You are a child yourself! You know nothing about the world and how it runs. You have not listened to me, worked with me, done anything to make me think you could handle a pet let alone a wife. This little indiscretion can be swept away. Come to your senses, lad! I have let you read and play with your friends, and sleep with that trollop, but I will not allow you to soil the good name of Hidalgo! You will shape up, you will be a man! No more simpering," he said roughly, indicating Gaspar's tears. "You cannot tell me how to run my life, or to not marry Fernanda!" "You think not?" Emmanuel's reply was cold and determined. "Gaspar, you are my son, I will not allow you to ruin your life for a piece of know nothing trash! You will learn the business, like your brother." Adolpho stood when their mother, Maria Cristina, walked into the room. "What on earth is going on in here? I can hear you on the other side of the house." "Mother, tell him." Gaspar rushed to her side and held her hand. "I know what is best for my family!" Emmanuel interrupted him. "You will not go against my orders." "I will marry her, father. I will have my own family," Gaspar defiantly announced. "There is not one thing you can do about it." Emmanuel sat down in his chair. Gaspar just waited. That bull headed ass just couldn't ask him to give up his life. He just couldn't. His mother walked to Emmanuel, Gaspar hoped to plead his case as Adolpho had been no help, but his father only held up his hand and she backed off. Cristina sat quietly in the chair that Gaspar had vacated. Emmanuel stood up again and solemnly declared, "Gaspar, if you marry that girl you will lose everything. You do not even know all that you have, because you have never paid attention. Your head has always been in the clouds. That was fine. I had Adolpho to carry on the family business. I allowed you your childhood. I tell you here and now, if you marry her, you are not welcome in this house. In fact, you are no longer Hidalgo." "Emmanuel!" was the first word uttered by Cristina since she had arrived in the study. "What do you mean, no longer Hidalgo? You cannot do that," Gaspar said. "I am who I am." "If you go against my wishes, you are no longer my son. You no longer will share in my wealth. You will no longer be welcome in society. You will be as poor, broken, and worthless as that trash you hold in such high esteem." The look that passed between Emmanuel and Cristina made young Gaspar's blood boil. His mother didn't say anything; she didn't stand up for him. She was on his father's side. Adolpho was smiling smugly behind his mother, his hand resting on her shoulder. His brother, who was five years older, had never been one to trust, and now Gaspar's entire family had turned their back on him, his hopes and his dreams. Gaspar watched them all look at him, and then shrugged with youthful nonchalance. "Fine. This is not child's play. This is my life. Fernanda is my life." Gaspar walked toward the door and looked back at them. "Hidalgo means nothing to me now too, Emmanuel." ~~~~~ SCENE FIVE Fernanda's father, Miguel Moreno, was only gruff when needed. He had proudly walked his daughter down the aisle to marry Gaspar. After the lad had arrived at the Moreno home and declared that he was no longer Hidalgo, Miguel had been stunned that Gaspar had chosen love over wealth, but also concerned that Gaspar's actions had only been his youth speaking. Impatience, defiance, immaturity -- they were all attributes that one had to be rid of in order to become a man. Regardless, Gaspar was eager to work on the Moreno family farm, even though he had never picked up a shovel or pitchfork in his life. It took days to figure out the best work that Gaspar could do. Feeding the animals and collecting the eggs in the mornings were the most harmless things Miguel could think of, and Gaspar went at his tasks with gusto. Over the months, Gaspar tried hard to be a part of the family, but from sitting down at a meal where you didn't have to put on a suit or having to do everything for yourself was not second nature to the young man. Miguel's son, Rafe, would just shake his head and smile behind Gaspar's back, but none of them would ever put the young Hidalgo down to his face. He was trying, and that was all that they required. What helped Gaspar belong to the family was that he loved Fernanda with all his heart. Whenever she wanted for anything, he was right there to get it for her. When Fernanda was ready to deliver, Gaspar even wanted to be in the room. Miguel thought it a nice gesture, but it was tradition to take the father-to-be out to the country and get drunk. This time would be no exception. Before they had finished the first bottle of spirits, ten year old Jorge came riding out to the men to tell them that something was wrong. He couldn't be specific, but this information was enough to get all five men riding back to the farm. When they had returned, all the women were grim. Miguel had walked to his wife, who started crying on his solid shoulder. Gaspar sprang up the stairs. Before Fernanda's sister could tell Miguel and Rafe what had happened, a roaring moan and sobs came from upstairs. As Miguel went upstairs to see his daughter, the midwife trailed him, explaining that she couldn't stop the bleeding. From the amount of blood on her clothes and still on her hands, he nodded to her, and said, "I know you did all that you could do." Betina, Miguel's youngest daughter, was sitting in the rocking chair in the corner of Fernanda's room holding a bundle in a blanket. Gaspar was lying on the bed, weeping and cradling his dead wife. Miguel wanted to weep himself, but had to be strong. He only went to Fernanda and laid a hand on hers, and said a quick prayer. His girl was gone, but it wasn't his place to be the center of the family's grief. They had to be strong for Gaspar, and for the child. Miguel didn't know if it was all right, or even if it was a boy or a girl. Miguel knelt in front of Betina and indicated that he wanted to hold his grandchild. The baby was so light. Miguel pulled the blanket back to see a perfectly healthy hue of the baby's face. How could this be that they would lose one member of the family and gain another? Betina said, "It's a boy, papa." Miguel stood with the baby boy in his arms and walked to Gaspar. When Gaspar didn't even acknowledge that anyone else was in the room, Miguel said, "Gaspar, your son." "Mauricio...," Gaspar said, kissing his wife, then sitting up to take his son in his arms. Soon, Gaspar handed the child back to Miguel. "I gave up everything for her," Gaspar said. "She is my life. What am I to do?" ~~~~~ SCENE SIX Gaspar didn't know what to do with himself. He was in a new world, without the love of his life. He had a son, who did nothing but cry whenever he held him. Gaspar had dreamt as he was growing up that his father would be proud of him. That he would marry, produce a son, who would in turn make Gaspar proud. One out of three is not bad, Gaspar told himself as he tossed pebbles across the lake on the edge of the Moreno farm. My son hates me. Fernanda! How could you leave me! Gaspar had felt an outsider with his wife's family, and it was even worse without Fernanda to tell him that he was just being silly. Am I to be a farm laborer the rest of my life? He felt that it was time to have that talk with Miguel that he had been thinking about since they had buried his beloved Fernanda. As Gaspar rode out to the north field to tell his father in law what he had decided, he just hoped that they wouldn't think too badly of him. At least, not as badly as Gaspar felt about himself. ~~~~~ SCENE SEVEN Being back in his father's study for the first time since defiantly telling them all that his last name meant nothing to him, Gaspar again felt like an outsider. His father just sat in the chair behind the desk and waited patiently for him to talk. Gaspar knew what he wanted to hear. He took a deep breath, and then said, "I am sorry, father. I would like the funds to finish school, then to go to university, as we had planned." "Hm," Emmanuel said. Bastard, Gaspar said to himself. The old man had been waiting for this day! "Gaspar," Emmanuel continued. "It pained your mother and I to find out about her death. Even though you went against my wishes, you did show courage. You are forgiven, if..." he said, pointing an accusing finger at his son. "If, only if, you allow me to clean up this mess. That child is not yours, you know that. This girl was--." "Father," Gaspar stopped him. "Do not utter her name, do not talk about her..." He got up and paced, then walked to the window to look out on the well manicured garden his mother was so proud of, but yet had never worked in. The gardener had planned it, had planted it, had tended it. All she ever did was sit and enjoy Enrico's hard work. At that moment, Gaspar wondered if she had ever said thank you to him. He whispered, just loud enough for his father to hear, "Fernanda was better than all of us put together." ~~~~~ SCENE EIGHT Gaspar had finished three brandies while he was relating the tale to his wife. Vera had sat quietly, had held his hand when Gaspar had choked up. For once in their marriage, Gaspar didn't hold back his emotion for his late wife. Vera was tender, but he could tell she wanted him to continue. "I went to university and studied Art. I was once again in the midst of the riches that my father had amassed. As the years went on, I always thought about my son. I wondered how big Mauricio was getting, if he was talking, what he knew, who he knew. I just did not have the courage to show my face to the Morenos again, after what I did. I asked my father to allow me to come here to Alta California. I was tired of living by his rules, by being in his shadow. I thought that if I could make my own way here, I could be someone in my own right." Gaspar," Vera said. "You are someone." "Now. Then, I was just a shadow of a man. I did not make take a stand. I silently took the stares of the people who thought that marrying the woman I loved was the wrong thing to do. Since my father had his favored son, Adolpho, to take over the family business after he was gone, he did not even blink an eye when I asked for money to make the journey. I did not know where I was going, I did not really care. I just wanted to get away from them. Before I left Madrid for good, I went to the Morenos to collect my son. I had sent them a few reales over the years, whatever I could afford to give. I felt more comfortable with myself then, I felt more powerful. I felt that I could handle not only a new world, but wanted to show that world to Fernanda's son. But then I saw how Mauricio's life had been. He was living in a house full of love, with his grandmother, aunts, uncles, cousins. He had everything I did not, except money, but they always had enough to make ends meet. I had not known that Miguel had died when I arrived. I also had not known that they had changed Mauricio's name to Miguel Moreno in my absence." "Why did they do that?" "Rafe explained that they did not want Miguel to feel an outcast. In fact, I was under the impression that Rafe and his wife were raising Mauricio as his own son. I did not know until this evening that they had even told Mauricio about me at all. Miguel. I have to remember that his name is Miguel. It was the hardest decision I ever made in my life, to leave my son behind." Gaspar felt another tear fall down his cheek, but didn't move to wipe it off. He looked at Vera and implored, "How could I upset the boy's life? I knew what it was like to lose a family, I did not want that for my son. I could not take him away from the only home he knew to go to the unknown. My father had only allowed me to come here because he had Adolpho in case I was killed. You know that trip between here and Spain is a long, arduous one, and very dangerous." Vera smiled and wiped that tear from Gaspar's cheek, and kissed him. "I am very proud of you, Gaspar," she said. "It took a lot of courage. You did make quite a name for yourself here." "With Raphael's help. I was lucky to have met Alvarado not long after I arrived in Monterey. He advised me after I bought land here. I hired workers, and worked myself. I picked up a few things while working for the Morenos. When my ranch here started to prosper, I got word from home that Adolpho had been killed in a duel. I was now sole heir of the Hidalgo fortune." Gaspar smiled. "My father requested my immediate return to Spain, that I could not be making much progress here. I defied him by not going." Then Gaspar bowed his head and became sullen. "Maybe I should have returned. I do not know." "Why? You are such a success here, Gaspar." "I would not have had my accident, petal." He saw her nod in understanding. Rafael Alvarado had given Gaspar business advice, as Pilar Alvarado had paraded lovely senoritas before Gaspar. A leisurely ride in the country with Rafael had turned into a race, as men would do, trying to out do each other. Gaspar had fallen off his horse and broke his pelvis. "I was bed-ridden for months and never healed correctly. We did not have a doctor in Santa Elena then." Gaspar nervously said. He didn't like bringing up his faults to his young, vibrant wife. It was during his convalescence that he gained the majority of the weight he still carried to that day. To talk about something more pleasant, Gaspar changed veins, "After I was able to move around once again, and my ranch became even more successful, I received a proclamation from the Spanish court. My parents were dead, had died months before of sickness. I had not known. The court requested my return. I went back to Spain to claim my fortune. Since the Hidalgos are richer than God, I was welcomed back into the fold, as if my 'indiscretion' with Fernanda had never happened. They are all such two faced vipers. That is how I am able to be friends with other dons, with royalty. I have more reales than they do, and I can turn the other cheek better than any of them." Gaspar stood, with help from the arm of the sofa and his cane. "I am sorry to be so maudlin, my petal." He smiled as brightly as he could, but couldn't quiet the bad feelings he still carried to this day. He held out his arm for her to accept and said, "Shall we retire for the evening?" ~~~~~ ACT THREE The Hidalgo servants worked overtime to make the estate perfect for the introduction party Gaspar was giving in his son's honor. A fiesta was the only proper way to be introduced to society. Gaspar and Miguel had talked over the last few days, Gaspar trying to make up for 25 years and Miguel assuring Gaspar that riches weren't his concern. Miguel had been interested in Gaspar's stables and the horses that were housed there. Gaspar's horses were only used for transportation, and none of them were of a proper bloodline for breeding. Vera and Tessa had planned every nuance of the party, as Vera wasn't quite sure of the protocols. In the five years that she and Gaspar had been married, there had only been one party at Gaspar's estate, and that was to introduce Vera to his friends. It had all been planned by Gaspar's head maid, Isabella. Vera had thought it had been a marvelous party, but couldn't quite remember all the little touches that were on display. She had been so nervous, the appetizer plates that had been set out hadn't been her main concern. Tessa assured her that she and Marta would help in any way they could. Vera knew that Miguel was going to ask to escort Tessa to his party, and was glad when Tessa confirmed that he would. "So, you like Miguel? Not just as your Horse Foreman?" Whenever Tessa blushed, it tickled Vera. For a woman running her estate with adeptness with only herself, and Marta, to rely on, Vera was pleased that Tessa hadn't become hard. It also made Vera feel better when Tessa had someone else to look at other than her own lover. Vera had to admit to herself that Grisham courting Tessa had made her a bit jealous. "You aren't just using Miguel to make another man jealous, are you?" Vera asked, with Grisham on her mind. "If the doctor knows that there may be competition in the playing field, how can that be a bad thing?" "Ah," Vera said, smiling. "You did realize that Doctor Helm is a catch. That is good. I thought you had given up on him." "He just doesn't see me as anything but a spoiled, rich girl." "Even after you spent the night together?" Vera teased. "Vera! We were in a haunted hacienda, there was not a lot of room for romance." "Tessa, my dear," Vera said. "There is always room for romance. Doctor Helm is a man; you are a woman. The two of you were together for an entire night. You may not have had romantic thoughts of him, Tessa, but knowing men as I do, I am positive that he did of you. The only thing I want to know is, did you at least kiss?" Gaspar and Miguel walked in at that moment, allowing Tessa to retreat into silence. Vera never did appreciate the timing of men.... ~~~~~ SCENE TWO Colonel Montoya stepped down from his carriage and nodded to the footman, who indicated the front door of the Hidalgo estate. It was about time someone else in the county put on an affair such as this. Why should he be the only one to entertain the stuffy dons and Doñas? Montoya walked into the foyer and handed his gloves to the doorman. He slipped out his pocket watch to see that he had indeed come fashionably late, and wondered why everyone else had decided to as well. The only ones in the main hall were the guest of honor, Miguel Moreno, Gaspar and Vera Hidalgo, Doctor Helm and Señorita Alvarado. Montoya pretended to look at the paintings on the wall, but bit back the smile. He had a feeling that the other dons had shunned Hidalgo for lying to them. If he lied about having a child, what else is he lying to them about? Since Hidalgo was a formidable spokesman for the dons, Montoya was more than happy with the turn of events that he had nothing to do with. Ah, Montoya thought. Good things come to those who wait. Bide your time and things will surely go your way. Montoya turned to the others after he was sure that his pleasure was not showing on his face. Miguel and Tessa were huddled by the punch bowl. He could hear Vera tell her husband that Colonel Montoya had arrived, but the man hadn't come to greet him as yet. Doctor Helm was looking up at a Matisse with a glass of wine in his hand. Odd, as soon as Montoya walked near the doctor walked away. Montoya quickly went through the events of recent days and wondered how the touchy doctor could have been offended by him this time. No matter, watching the Hidalgo pair was enough enjoyment for the moment. "The other dons be damned!" Gaspar loudly whispered to his wife, as Vera was trying to silent him. "When they need help, they will know where to turn." Gaspar stopped talking when he saw Montoya looking at them. Montoya took the opportunity to greet his host and hostess. "Ah, Señora Hidalgo. You look fetching as always." "Thank you, Colonel," Vera said to Montoya, with a wink and a smile. Gaspar obviously wasn't in the mood for small talk. He asked the Colonel, "My first wife died. My son is legitimate. I have nothing to hide. Why am I punished for that?" "Yes," Montoya agreed. "It is very selfish of the others." "Colonel Montoya, welcome to my home." Montoya could see the difference in the man's demeanor as he realized that the military governor was in his presence. Gaspar was always a cautious man, had always seemed to carefully choose every word he had ever said to Montoya, so it was a surprise when he announced, "Let he who is without sin cast the first stone." "Quite right, Gaspar. Let them go to hell," Montoya said, baiting him. "Straight to hell, Colonel." Gaspar smiled at him. "Please, enjoy the refreshments we have prepared. Dinner will still be served." ~~~~~ After steering clear of the Colonel, Helm watched Tessa and Moreno by the punch bowl. Could Tessa really be flirting with the young man? Helm wondered. For the life of him, he couldn't understand why that bothered him so much. After all, Tessa was an available, attractive young woman and any red blooded young man could see that. He ran his finger along his collar, thinking it had suddenly gotten warmer in here. Over the last several weeks he had discovered that Tessa wasn't the spoiled little rich girl he'd first thought. Their adventure in the Arnez' haunted house had proven to him that she was a quick thinker and brave at heart. That belief had been confirmed when she had driven the stagecoach into town after bandits had attacked and injured Colonel Montoya. Since then, he had begun to see her in a new light and now it looked like he might have some competition for her attention. Helm decided to see just how close the two of them had become. As nonchalantly as possible, he strolled over to Tessa and Miguel, who seemed to be in their own little world. "Good evening, Señorita." Helm smiled warmly as he bowed his head slightly in her direction. "May I say how lovely you look this evening?" Tessa returned his smile. "Yes, you may, Doctor Helm." Miguel cleared his throat and looked to Tessa for an introduction. "Have you two officially met?" Both men shook their heads. "Miguel Moreno, this is Doctor Robert Helm. Doctor Helm, this is Miguel Moreno, possibly the best horse trainer in Alta California." Both men shook hands and greeted each other warmly. "I've heard some comments in town about your skills," Robert relayed. "I envy you, Miguel. Horses are easier to work with than most humans I've encountered." Miguel laughed. "Smarter, too." "That is true," Robert grinned. "How do you like our little pueblo?" "Its nice, I suppose." Miguel looked straight at Tessa. "But the beauty of the countryside is overwhelming." Tessa blushed and giggled softly. Helm was taken aback by her reaction. Apparently, the attraction was returned. Unsure of how to respond, he started to change the subject of conversation, but Gaspar had called his son and Tessa over to talk with Montoya. Helm stood alone as he watched Miguel lay his hand on the small of Tessa's back and lead her over to the Colonel. The sinking feeling in his stomach wasn't at all welcome. ~~~~~ SCENE THREE Marta was getting some fresh air while everyone inside was commiserating the shunning of Gaspar. In such high society, there were so many nuances. Just a little thing that would take them by surprise was a major occurrence. The news of a hidden son was big news, and Marta was somewhat surprised the dons didn't have Miguel tied to the nearest tree. She hadn't been surprised by their first instinct that Miguel was a gold digger. Of what she knew of Miguel before and had seen since, he seemed not to be interested in Gaspar's money, just Gaspar. It was horses that Miguel held in the highest esteem. Marta felt a hand on her arm and turned to see Andres in the shadows, and he pulled her toward him. When his lips met hers, she melted. Andres was so strong and tender with her, he made her feel like a woman. For so long, she had been nursemaid, then confidante, then old maid. Where did her life go? Andres had been able to remind her that she may not be on this earth just to aid Tessa Alvarado through life. As close as Tessa and Miguel were getting, it could very well be that they will marry, and Marta wouldn't be needed any longer. That dream of Andres' to have a home, and her in it, seemed very pleasing indeed. Andres laid his head against hers and continued caressing her back. He said, "It is a crime that Miguel came to Santa Elena. He has done nothing but ruined everything." Marta was surprised that his first words were about Miguel, and not them. "You are overreacting. Miguel is a sweet man." "Still waters runs deep. There is a purpose behind his boyish smile." "Andres," Marta said, hoping that he would change the subject, to the matter at hand. "Marta, think. I did not get the added position of Horse Foreman because that would be too much power and respect for a Gitano." Those words cut through her. Spaniards thought of their kind as dirt, worse than dirt. Tessa had been the only one to not only say, but prove by action, that race didn't matter. "That is not true, Andres. Tessa --." "Why was she so quick to hire a Spaniard, when she already had hired me? She went to Monterey looking for someone, knowing that she had made a mistake giving me too much power. She has you, Marta, a Gitana, she does not need more. I am sure the dons have spoken to her about it, and that is why she went to the horse auction, not just looking for horses." Marta didn't want to believe Andres' words. Tessa had hired Miguel very quickly. Marta had thought at first it was because he was so handsome, or to make Helm jealous by having Miguel around. Tessa and Miguel since have been close, and to Marta's mind, Tessa was shunning out all the other workers. All her thought and attention had been put on Miguel. Andres continued, "I taught Miguel a few things about horses, just to make him look good. For what? Has he mentioned to anyone that I have been right there with him? That I have been doing the same work that he has? No. I wonder why. He wants not only Don Hidalgo's riches, but Señorita Alvarado's as well. Do you really want her to be taken advantage of? Just watch at how Miguel treats her. He started calling Señorita Alvarado by her first name from the beginning, without even been told it was appropriate. You watch him, Marta. Protect your charge. I do not have the power to do it, and with Miguel around, I never will." Continued in Part Two - Comes A Horseman |
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