Re: Ties that Bind
Angelo strode into his room and started to put together a backpack of things he'd need for his trip. His lips were pressed tightly together and his jaw muscles clenched. He hated what he was going to have to do, but after weeks of wrangling with his family, the bank, and his own conscience he couldn't see any alternative. He stopped in the middle of his packing and pulled out his phone. Utopia had assigned an “agent” to him when he was attached to T2M:A, but he had never called the man, just a single exchange of e-mail pleasantries as part of his in-processing.
“Yes, may I speak to Mr. Richards please?” Angelo asked the receptionist who answered his call. “Tell him that El Dragon needs to speak with him on an urgent matter.”
While he waited, he plugged in his earpiece and went on with his packing. “Mr. Richards, hello, El Dragon. I ...need a favor...
* * * * *
Soaring in over the San Emigdio Mountains in the late morning sunlight, El Dragon aimed for a dusty expanse of grassy pastures draped across their foothills at the southern end of the San Joachin Valley. He flew down low, skimming the hilltops, making for a large colonial era hacienda near the northern border of the property. Even though he hadn't been here in years, he still knew the contours of the land well.
Ahead and to his right he saw a woman on a chocolate colored mare galloping slowly across a hilltop. He shifted his eufiber from his El Dragon suit to a “Go Army” t-shirt, jeans and hiking boots, and slowly curved in until he was flying along beside her. He knew the horse had already seen him and as long as he didn't make any sudden moves it was willing to keep doing what the rider wanted.
He flew along, lying on his side, gradually easing up until his sister spotted the movement in her peripheral vision. She started to turn, then jumped, staring in astonishment for a few seconds. Then her face lit up and her eyes flew open wide. “Angelo!” she shouted with a squeal, and reined her horse in. When she had stopped, she practically leapt out of her saddle to drape herself around her brother's neck.
He caught her and spun her around. “Hello Miranda,” he said. For a few moments he just basked in the sun of his sister's welcome, eyes closed and smiling contentedly.
“Why didn't you tell us you were coming?” she asked as he gently settled them on the ground.
“I wanted it to be a surprise,” Angelo said, smiling. It wasn't a lie, but it concealed the real truth. “Where are Mom and Dad, and Lorenzo?”
She stepped back, smiling broadly. “Mama is at the house, and Papi and Renzo went to town, but they should be back pretty soon. Oh! Everyone is going to be so excited to see you!”
Angelo listened through her little burst of speech, which ended with an enthusiastic hop when she said “excited.” She was 24, but sometimes she acted 16. He didn't know whether to be amused by her girlish antics, or amazed at the joy and energy that bubbled forth from her. “I'm sure Mama will be excited,” Angelo said, “and Lorenzo, maybe, but I don't think excited will describe how Papi is going to react...especially when he finds out why I'm here.”
“Why are you here,” she asked, her sudden curiosity causing her to tip her head to the side. “No, wait!” she said, clapping her hands over his mouth, “If it's something depressing, I don't want to hear it until after dinner at least. I want to enjoy at least that.” Her words began to trail off, and she took her hands off Angelo's mouth and stepped back. “I need to put Adelita away.”
Angelo managed to hide the pain from his face until she turned away to get the reins of her horse who had wandered a little away. The sooner this axe was lifted off his family's neck the better. Surely his father would see that. He forced a neutral expression back onto his face as Miranda came riding back.
“How fast can you fly?” she asked with a calculating look in her eye.
Angelo felt some relief as he sensed that some game was about to be proposed by his capricious sister. “I'll put it this way,” he said, “I signed out at the main gate of my post two hours ago.”
Miranda's eyes got big. “Wow, that's a five hour drive,” she said in wonder. Then she asked, “How fast can you run?”
Angelo scratched his head a little. “Well,” he said, “faster than I used to be able to, but not so fast that I can do without a car for driving around town.”
“We'll race you back to the house,” she said, patting the alert-looking horse on the neck, “but no flying!” she added, shaking her finger at him for emphasis.
“Well, I guess...” he began.
“Okay,” she said. “Ready...Set...”
“Wait!” he cried.
“GO! HYAAA!”
“No fair!” he shouted after her as Adelita leapt forward down the hill, kicking up clods of dirt. He had been in the middle of changing his eufiber from boots to running shoes. When he had finished, he took off on a slightly different path.
Adelita was fast, but she needed relative smooth ground to take advantage of it, meaning they'd be arcing around the skirts of the hill down to the road in order to catch the bridges over gully and the canal. Meanwhile he pelted up the hill with long, leaping strides and down its other side with three long bounds.
As the ground leveled out, he broke into a sprint for the gully straight ahead. He was a little more than a third of the way across when he began to hear hoofbeats behind him. A few seconds later he heard Miranda's shriek as she spotted him. The gully was too wide here to leap all the way across so he aimed for the relatively flat bottom then sprang in two powerful leaps up the other side. As he began the sprint for the canal, he checked over his shoulder. Miranda was leaning far forward over Adelita's neck, shouting encouragement and grinning like a fool. Oddly, it looked like the horse was having just as much fun as her rider.
The canal was going to present a different challenge. It was just as wide as the gulley, was full of water and had a barbed wire fence running along each side. But he had a plan. He kicked out his front leg and cleared the first fence like a hurdle. When his feet came down, rather than plunging into the water, they landed on a small patch of force field and his momentum sent it planing across. At the other bank, he dove over the other fence and shoulder-rolled to his feet.
Now it was down to about a quarter of a mile sprint. He looked over to the road. There was Adelita, pretty far back, but gaining now that they were both on flat ground running the same direction. Up ahead, he could see the hacienda; it was going to be close, but could see that he had just enough lead to win. Thinking it over, though, he decided to give Miranda her moment of triumph and so eased up on his stride just a touch.
Despite all his combat experience, hearing a quarter horse thundering up behind him as he ran up the last stretch of the road to the gate was making the back of his neck prickle. It was almost a relief when he felt them surge past him just before they crossed under the arch of the gate.
Miranda threw both hands in the air, crowing and laughing then falling over Adelita's neck, she hugged her enthusiastically. Angelo trotted up to where Miranda was walking her horse to let her cool down.
“We won!” Miranda cried.
“Yes you did,” Angelo said, grinning.
“Wow, I thought we weren't gonna make it for a minute there, you got so far ahead. That was a really cool trick at the canal though.”
He followed her in a circle around the yard while she talked a mile-a-minute, nodding and smiling at the appropriate moments. Finally he said, “Adelita, you are queen of the road,” and gave her a courtly bow. “But,” he said, speaking to Miranda again, “I must go inside now and say hello to Mama or she'll never forgive me.”
As he squared his shoulders and headed for the house, the thought crossed his mind that he was about to go tell her that she was going to have to auction off the antique furniture and art she had so painstakingly collected in restoring the hacienda to its Colonial beauty. The auction house (one of the most exclusive in California) has already been called and the appraisers will be here in the morning. Once she understands that there is no other way, and no more time, she'll see that there is no other way to cover the past due payments AND replace the herd so that the rancho can start earning its keep again. She'll understand alright, and she'll go along with it...but still may break her heart.