From The Queen of Paradise Valley, chapter 42
They made a wild escape: dashed into the corridor past the watchman,
down the stairs, and through the lobby. A mad escape: they ran into the street,
leapt into Barbara's buggy, wheeled a tight circle in the middle of the road,
and raced to the edge of town. Diana almost laughed out loud, but afraid she
would sound hysterical, kept her mouth closed.
Several miles from town Barbara slowed the pace. She glanced over her
shoulder and released a sigh. "No one followed. I was afraid he'd stop
us."
“Mr. Lord? No. He wouldn't."
Barbara gripped the reins. "You've been ill, so you don't know
what's happened. Mr. Lord has been using the drought to further his ends. His
men have been poisoning water holes. Some children got sick last month but no
one could prove who was behind it. Even on your ranch forty cows were lost. The
men moved the herd high into the mountains. They guard them night and day. And
they patrol the pastures because they fear another fire."
Diana’s head swam. A tiny regret that she had left the sanctuary of the
hotel began to swell. She couldn't cope with any more disasters. Drought,
poisoned water, fire--wouldn't it be easier to give Mr. Lord what he wanted?
There would be no more troubles. And the pain would stop, wouldn't it? She'd be
able to sleep, wouldn't she?
She shifted her gaze. The Sangres rose from a silken haze, towering
kings with granite faces beneath glittering crowns of snow. Their shoulders
were sheathed in pine mantles, their grass robes flowed like golden rivers.
Tears rose in her throat. Her mountains, her valley. There could be no
truer sanctuary. The land was hers. And Del's. She couldn't let him fight for
it alone.
“And mother has the payment for you."
"I don't know what you--"
"You mean he still hasn't told you?" More tsking. "Del
bought mother's and six others' business loans, right out from under Mr. Lord's
nose. That was back in February, and he gave them all six months before any
payments were due."
Diana wiped her perspiring brow. "Any payment would go to
Del."
"Diana, he put the mortgages in your name."
"My name--"
Barbara was driving past the ranch. Diana said, "Turn in. I must
see what's left."
Though she frowned and shook her head, Barbara made the turn. Diana sat
forward, her hands, her breath clenched. The parched earth, littered with
shriveled grasses and stunted shrubs, their leaves black as if from frost,
seemed to be slowly expiring. Stooped and withered cottonwoods dropped dry
furled leaves like they did in late autumn.
As the buggy approached the crest of the long rise, Diana cried out in
surprise. Where the house had stood, where she expected charred ruins, there
was--nothing. It was gone, as if blown away by a powerful wind, gone without a
trace, the hillside plowed and turned, a new field ready to be seeded.
She whispered, "Keep going." She felt disoriented. Her
landmark was gone and she had no bearings, no way it seemed to tell north from
south, up from down. She needed a new focus, a new starting point. She needed
to find herself. She needed Del.
Ebony bounded toward them. Clem came running from the bunkhouse, as did
Bullfrog, Windy, and Tag, who seemed a foot taller than when she’d last seen
him. Diana stepped down and faced them, her heart tripping.
"Sure is good to see you, Miss Diana." Clem grinned, lifting
his hat in salute.
Hands on hips, Windy turned to Bullfrog. "Didn' I say she'd be
back?"
--Cat