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Updated: June 27, 2025
This is serious business, but it had to come sooner or later. The battle is on, and we'll fight it out. Ferdinand Ramero is determined that Eloise and his son shall be married early to-morrow morning. The bribe to the Church is one-half of the St. Vrain estate. The club over Eloise is the shame of some disgrace that he holds the key to.
Esmond Clarenden demanded, first making sure of his bargain, like the merchant he was. Ferdinand Ramero stiffened insolently at these words, and looked threateningly at Father Josef. "You do," the holy man replied, something of the flashing light in his eyes alone revealing what sort of a soldier the State had lost when this man took on churchly orders.
There are evil representatives in every Church, no matter what its name may be, Catholic, Protestant, Indian, or Jew, but Father Josef up there is bigger than his priestly coat, and you can trust that size anywhere. And as to the knowledge of this 'something' known just to Ferdinand Ramero, if he is the only one who knows it, it is too small to get far, if it were turned loose.
Vrain estate was left in Ramero's hands with the proviso that if Eloise should marry foolishly before she was twenty-five she, would lose her property. Do you see the trick in the game, and why Ramero can say that if he chooses he can take her heritage away from her? But as he keeps everything in his own hands it is hard to know the truth about anything connected with money matters."
And any man who would use such infamous means to get what he wants is too small to have much influence if he doesn't get it. This is a big, wide, good world, Little Lees, and the father of Marcos Ramero, with all his power and wealth, has a short lariat that doesn't let him graze wide. Jondo holds the other end of that lariat, and he knows." Eloise listened eagerly, but her face was very white.
"Then came an awful day out at Agua Fria, and Father Josef took me in his arms as he would take a baby, and sang me to sleep with the songs my mother loved to sing. I think it must have been midnight when I wakened. It was dreary and cold, and Esmond Clarenden and Ferdinand Ramero were there, and Father Josef and Jondo."
As for this man whom you call Ramero here up in the States he bears another name and I finished with him there six years ago I have no time nor breath to waste on him. Are these your demands?" my uncle asked. "They are," Father Josef replied. "Do I take away the little girl, Eloise, unmolested, if you are satisfied?"
Mat wanted a home, Bev to fight the Indians, and you wanted me to keep Marcos Ramero in his place. I tried to do it," I replied. And both of us recalled, but did not speak of, the warm, childish kiss of Little Lees upon my lips, and how we gripped hands in the shadows when the moon went cold and grey. Life was so simple then.
"What happened to you, Little Lees, after I left you?" I asked, as we trotted forward toward the San Christobal valley. "Everything, Gail," she replied, looking up at me with shy, sad eyes. "First Ferdinand Ramero came to me with the command that I should consent to be married this morning. By this time I would have been Marcos' wife." She shivered as she spoke.
"Gail, may I say something to you?" The voice was as a pleading call and the girl's farce was full of pathos. "Say on, Little Lees," was all that I could venture to answer. "Do you remember the day you came in here and threw Marcos Ramero out of that door?" "I do," I replied. "Would you do it again, if it were necessary? I mean if " the voice faltered.
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