Plain Wars ch 6
Now for our real conflict. The US Calvary.
As they rode through the gates of El Bosque Oscura’s home plot, Marianne and Bog noticed a line of horses and pristine young men dressed in sharp blue wool uniforms with the gold US Calvary along the necks. Bog and Marianne exchanged looks and dismounted.
No sooner than their feet hit the dusty ground than a man in even crisper wool emerged from the house, a steaming mad Griselda hot on his tell yelling at him and calling him every name under the sun. Mayor Fairchild was right behind and from the beet red of his face, he was in absolute agreement with Griselda.
“If you think you can just barge onto our property and tell us you can just forcibly take our guests you got another thing comin’, mister!” she shouted, “You try to show your ugly faces around here again and I’ll blow ‘em off with a shotgun!”
“Mother, what is going on here?” Bog asked.
“Are you the man of the house?” the apparent colonel, from the way he walked, asked addressing Bog.
“Aye,” Bog answered cautiously, always wary of lawmen.
“I am Colonel Fredrick Davies of the US Calvary Sixth Division.”
“Branson King,” Bog answered then turned to Marianne, “And this is my wife, Marianne.”
“Ma’am,” he said, “It has been a long ride we sure would appreciate something to drink.” The Colonel looked expectantly at Marianne.
The stubborn woman crossed her arms and in that moment of his pregnant wife being as stubborn as a mule, Bog couldn’t be prouder. “Mister, he said I was his wife, not a maidservant. If you’re thirsty there’s a water trough and a pump for you and your men. I figure you ought to know how to use one and if not it’s high time you learned.”
“Hmph,” the colonel snorted, “perhaps you should teach your wife to keep a more civil tongue in her head.”
“Are you here for a reason other than to see if I’ll shoot you,” Bog asked. “This is my ranch and I’ll run it how I see fit. Now what do you want?”
Colonel Davies coughed and started again, “Yes, well, be that as it may it has come to the US Calvary’s attention, sir, that there seem to be a tribe of Navajo’s on your land. It is our orders to gather them and take them to a reservation. Unless educated and hired by a white man.”
Bog could feel Marianne seething beside him. He had rubbed her, his mother, and even Marianne’s calm collected father the wrong way. Bog didn’t like him on that fact alone.
“Get off my land,” he snarled. The colonel stepped back a moment startled at his reaction. Bog stormed forward, “Those people are our guests and you will do nothing to harm them so long as they chose to stay on El Bosque Oscura Ranch.”
“Ahem,” Colonel Davies cleared his throat, “Sir, we are here to take the Navajo if they aren’t hired hands of yours.”
“They are people,” Bog roared. “You can’t just treat them like cattle!” Marianne smiled at his passion for these people. They were free. Freer than him. And he respected them for that freedom. He knew what it was like when it was threatened and he would fight for them.
“Now get. Off. My. Ranch,” he snarled, his brilliant blue eyes dark and icy. The colonel and his men couldn’t get mounted fast enough.
As they thundered off Colonel Davies looked over his shoulder and shouted through the dust, “We will be back to collect them!”
“You’ll be sorry!” Marianne shouted back.
As the dust cloud faded the family stormed back onto the porch. “Can you believe those, morons?” Griselda asked in her shrill voice.
“They will be back,” Mayor Fairchild said in a dark tone. Pare was standing at the door fists clenched in rage. It was then Marianne’s thoughts turned to her sister and her brother-in-law which, by all laws of the land, were illegally married, which none on the ranch could really understand.
“Where are Dawn and Sunny? Are they alright? What about Cyrus and Liane?” she asked.
“Easy, dear,” Mayor Fairchild said, laying a calming hand on her shoulder. Marianne flinched again at the pressure on the old wound. “Sorry, sweetie,” he said removing his hand.
“Sunny was out on the ranges today and Dawn had just put the twins down for a nap, taking one herself considering sleep is such a rare commodity to those two right now,” Griselda said. Marianne sighed and Bog smiled at her and Griselda caught that glint in his eye so much like his father’s had been when she had told him.
“Ooohhh!!!! You told him didn’t you, sweetie!” she screeched in octaves not meant to be heard by human ears.
“What news?” Mayor Fairchild asked looking from Griselda’s happy screeching to his eldest daughter.
“Griselda! Do you want to wake the twins and Dawn, and the dead for that matter?” Marianne hissed waving her hands at the older woman to quiet her. Once they had calmed the woman she turned to her father. “I want to wait and tell everyone at once so we can all get it over with at one time, alright?” she asked.
He nodded though curiosity was eating at him, “If you say so, my dear. When were you planning on revealing this news to us? You know I am headed home tomorrow.”
“Tonight? Dinner?” she asked raising an eyebrow and quirking a smile.
“Excellent,” he said. “Now you should go get cleaned up. You are covered in dust and sweat.” He made a face and Marianne chuckled. Her father may not have approved of her lifestyle after all the money he poured into her education but he knew she was as happy as she could be so he left it at that. She smiled as he kissed her forehead and went to draw a bath for herself.
She patted Pare’s shoulder as she passed, “Don’t worry. We won’t just let them waltz in here and take what they want. We are tougher than that.”
Pare nodded, “Thank you, Mrs. Marianne. We appreciate it.”
Well there we are. I am sorry. I have an issue with how the US Calvary did what they did and I have an issue with what they did. Its personal beliefs and, to me, they are asses. Anyway Enjoy.