Drama In My Life

Maria had no doubt what would happen next. She saw the rage in Emerson's eyes and knew he would fight Hogan. What she didn't know was how the fight would go.

Emerson had learned long ago to keep his temper in check. He had lost it on occasion and the results worried him. He had made it a practice to remain in control of his emotions.

This time, it was impossible for Emerson to control his feelings as he saw what Hogan had just done. Stepping between Hogan and Maria, Emerson looked Hogan in the eye. Even in his anger, he was surprised that Hogan seemed shorter and smaller than he remembered.

"Hogan, I'm going to give you the beating of your life," Emerson told him. "Women and boys seem to be your specialty. Try your luck with a grown man!"

"I heard you were back, Trask. You don't seem to be any smarter than you were eight years ago. I beat you then and I'll do it again."

With that Hogan threw his best punch, an overhand right. He planned on ending this fight before it got started.

Emerson easily stepped inside the swing and blocked it with his left arm. Emerson's right traveled to the point of Hogan's chin. Hogan's head snapped back. He never saw where the punch had come from, but it had hurt. Hogan took a step back, shook his head clear, and studied his adversary. Hogan had been in many fights, but seldom had be been pushed. Usually, he battered away at a man until he wore him down and eventually beat him.

The two circled in the street. Suddenly, Hogan put his head down and charged Emerson, confident his superior weight would take Emerson to the ground. Emerson quickly sidestepped his rush and brought both hands down on the back of Hogan's neck as he went by.

Hogan's chin plowed a groove in the street. He got up and slowly. Changing tactics, he worked his way in close. As he did so, Emerson raked Hogan's face and torso with short, wicked punches. Hogan's big roundhouses seldom connected. When they did Emerson would simply shake them off and continue hammering at Hogan's body.

Hogan managed to trip Emerson to the ground. Emerson rolled as Hogan sent a boot aimed for his head. It missed but glanced off Emerson's shoulder. Hogan's spur sliced Emerson's shirt and started blood flowing. Emerson quickly got to his feet and walked in on Hogan, battering the man relentlessly.

Hogan became desperate. Never had he had a fight go this long. He had never been hurt like this. Fear gave him renewed strength and he moved close and grabbed Emerson in a bear hug. He raised Emerson off the ground as he squeezed with all his strength.

Emerson was amazed at the man's power and knew he had to break the hold. He slammed both hands over Hogan's ears. He felt Hogan relax his grip slightly, so Emerson hammered his ears again. This time Hogan dropped Emerson and brought his hands to the sides of his head. Emerson felt Hogan's nose break from a left. His right hand started Hogan's left eyebrow bleeding. Hogan was weaving and having trouble protecting himself. When he covered his face, Emerson worked on his body. Gradually, Hogan's hands dropped lower and lower, and Emerson pounded away relentlessly.

Hogan went down and Emerson pulled him back up, smashing away at Hogan's face. Emerson was holding the unconscious Hogan up, striking him repeatedly, when he felt a tugging on his shoulder.

"Emerson, that's enough! You don't want to kill him."

Emerson turned to find Maria talking to him, holding her hands over her torn shirt. Maria instinctively knew that she would be able to calm Emerson. She watched him emerge from his rage and drop Hogan to the street. He gently took her arm and led her toward her two friends.

Cathy was on her knees by Bob, who had managed to sit up. A young blonde man in the crowd took his shirt off and offered it to Maria. She took it and put it on over the torn one she was wearing.

Maria had watched the fight in horror. At first, she feared Emerson would suffer another beating at the hands of Hogan. Soon she realized Hogan had no chance with Emerson, who was in a fury. By the finish, Maria felt pity for the brute, Hogan, and pleaded with Emerson to stop. The man didn't deserve to be beaten to death! Emerson had bruises on his face and his shoulder was bleeding from the spur, but he looked much better than the last time he had tangled with Hogan.

As Emerson and Maria walked over to help Bob and Cathy, a slim gunman stepped in front of Emerson.

"You'd better start carrying a gun, mister. I'm going to be looking for you," he threatened.

"You tinhorn, I'm here right now," Emerson laughed back. "Make your play!"

Maria was terrified. Emerson was unarmed and Lang was not a man to take an insult. Before she could warn Emerson, her fears became reality. Lang went for his gun!

As he spoke, Emerson had stepped close to the gunman. Nervously, the man had gone for his gun, only to have Emerson grab his wrist in a vise-like grip. Emerson then slapped the man repeatedly across the face until he went down. Emerson stood over him holding his gun.

"Tell Hogan I'll tear his heart out if he ever bothers these girls again. In fact, I'll tear it out if I ever even see him again. Actions like that will not be tolerated in Morgantown. If he wants to live, he'd better find someplace far from here. As for you, tinhorn, I'll be available anytime you feel lucky, but my advice to you is to get out of town while you're still alive."

Emerson turned to Red, who was standing off to the side, watching. "Red, do you want to buy into this? Fists or guns?"

Red looked away. "I guess not."

Emerson turned his back on Red and tossed Lang's colt into a nearby horse trough. Bending over, he practically lifted Bob to his feet.

"If you can ride, I suggest we get you home," Emerson told the younger man.

"I can make it. That's our wagon. I'll ride in back," Bob replied with effort.

Emerson and the girls helped Bob into the back and used blankets to make him as comfortable as possible. Emerson offered to drive the wagon, but Cathy refused.

"Thanks, but I've been handling these things since I was big enough to walk. I can drive it."

It was at this time, the man that had given Maria his shirt stepped up to the wagon and spoke to Cathy.

"Can I help? I'll drive you home."

"Tom, where were you when Bob needed help earlier?" Cathy asked. "I know you watched that whole thing and never lifted a hand to help us. I hope you watched Emerson and learned something about what men do! I'll manage, thank-you."

As the group mounted and slowly rode out of town, Tom Gordon remained where Cathy had spurned his help. His thoughts bleak and his pride shattered, Tom considered the situation.

He had been afraid to do anything. He knew Cathy and Maria would consider him a coward, and they would be right. A man with intelligence, Tom realized he could not change the past, but the future could improve. He promised himself he would never suffer the shame of cowardice again. Bob had been beaten, but showed he wasn't afraid and would recover from his pain faster than he, Tom Gordon, would get over the embarrassment he had suffered.

The group stopped at the Jordan spread first. Carefully, Emerson helped Bob to his room. No one was in, so they didn't have to explain Bob's condition. When Maria and Emerson left, Cathy was cleaning up Bob's cuts.

"Don't worry about us. I can take care of Bob. You should get home before everyone worries about you," Cathy told them. "Emerson, thanks for everything!" She reached up and gave Emerson a kiss. "You were great!"

Maria and Emerson continued on to the Casey ranch. Both were subdued as they rode. The day's events had tired them out emotionally.

Maria was remembering Emerson's expression when Hogan had struck her. She knew that as long as he were near, Emerson would never allow anyone to mistreat her. That realization gave Maria a thrill.

As they rode, Maria turned to Emerson and asked, "Why did you come back to Morgantown, Emerson?"

Emerson was thoughtful as he answered. "Maria, this is my home. My family is here. I felt it was time to correct some mistakes I had made a long time ago."

"Emerson, I know I shouldn't have slapped you that day in town. It's just that I had promised myself I would do that if I ever saw you again. Somehow it didn't give me the satisfaction I expected."

"Maria, I sure had it coming," Emerson replied with a grin. "It really got my attention, and at least it meant that you remembered me."

"I'm sure you knew I would remember you. You were the one traveling all over the world, meeting all kinds of people. I'm a little surprised you remembered who I was," Maria answered.

"Maria, you can believe me when I say I would not forget you, no matter where I was or who I was with." Emerson's voice sounded so sincere Maria was touched.

"Well, Emerson, it is nice to think I'm not that easily forgotten." Then changing the subject, Maria asked, "Were you serious about Hogan not being able to stay on this range?"

Emerson became very intent as he answered, "Maria, a man that treats decent women like Hogan did you and Cathy, has no place in a civilized society. I've heard of men being hanged for that sort of behavior. I was very serious. If he doesn't leave under his own power, I'll help him. I would never forgive myself if he harmed someone now. It isn't a threat, it is an obligation I feel toward you, Cathy, and all the other decent women of the area. That behavior can't be ignored. It would not be safe."

Maria saw the logic in Emerson's words, but felt surprise at the depth of his emotion. She also realized that she already felt safer thinking about Hogan leaving the area. That Emerson would enforce his ultimatum, she had no doubt.

They rode in silence the rest of the way. It was early evening when the Casey spread came into sight.

"Emerson, will you come in with me?" Maria asked. "My folks are going to have all kinds of questions and my father will want to kill Hogan. They seem to listen to you."

"Maria, I'd be glad to. I'll put your horse away and be right in," replied Emerson.

Carmella Casey was at the stove when Maria went into the house. As usual, Pat was in the next room reading an old magazine.

"Maria, did I see you ride in with Emerson? Did you invite him in?" Carmella was smiling. "I guess you were serious when you said you would keep an eye on him." At that point, Carmella looked at Maria.

"My God, Maria, what happened?" Carmella demanded. At the change in his wife's tone, Pat Casey rose and entered the kitchen.

Carmella was not done with her questions. "Why are you wearing that shirt and whose is it? What happened to your cheek?" Carmella had walked closer to Maria as she spoke. "Are you all right, dear?"

Maria began to sob. The events of the day had been overwhelming and now that she was home, Maria could no longer hold the tears back. Her mother took her onto her arms. "Take your time and tell us what happened," Carmella soothed Maria as she spoke.

Carmella had been looking at the strange shirt Maria wore. Gently, she unfastened two buttons and confirmed her suspicions.

"Maria, did someone rip your shirt?"

Maria's response was to sob even more. At that time, Emerson stepped in the doorway. Pat Casey started across the room toward Emerson.

"What do you mean, bringing our daughter home like this?" Pat demanded of Emerson. "There had better be a damn good explanation, and it had better be quick! Otherwise we'll step outside and settle this now!"

Maria left her mother and stepped in front of Emerson. "Dad, it wasn't Emerson! You should know that! He would never do this to me!"

"I don't know anything, but I want to. One of you tell me what happened, and now!"

Maria was regaining her composure. "On my way to town, I met Cathy and Bob Jordan. Cathy and I stopped to visit Cindy Shuman. She wasn't home so we went on to the store. We found Hogan beating Bob. When Cathy started hitting Hogan, he backhanded her and she fell in the street near Bob. Then Hogan came after me. He was like a crazy animal! I clawed him and he hit me and tore my shirt open."

Pat Casey reached up and took his gun belt off a peg and started putting it on. Carmella was beside him, imploring, "Don't do anything foolish. Taylor's men will shoot you if you go over there! At least hear Maria's story. Then, if you must, go over there in the morning, in the light. Emerson, will you go with Pat?"

"There is no need, Dad," Maria cried. "Emerson took care of Hogan!"

Carmella and Pat turned their attention to Emerson, who remained standing in the doorway. Carmella looked at Emerson. "You fought him again." It was a statement and not a question. Of course Emerson would fight Hogan after what he did to Maria.

"Mother, Emerson beat the daylights out of Hogan!" Maria told her parents. "He won't bother anyone for a long time. I stopped Emerson. I was afraid he would kill Hogan."

"I should have realized sooner what was going on," apologized Emerson. "I never would have let Hogan touch Maria, or Cathy. He could be hanged for actions like that. This Taylor must feel he's the big frog in this pond."

"Thanks for stepping in, Emerson. I didn't mean to accuse you of anything. I was just upset about this whole thing," Pat Casey said. "So you took care of Hogan? I sure would have enjoyed seeing that! I'm surprised Lang wasn't there backing him, like he usually does. You'll have to watch out for him now."

Maria was now smiling as she recounted the day's events. "Dad, Lang did try to back Hogan's play. After I persuaded Emerson to leave Hogan alone, Lang tried to threaten Emerson right there in the street."

Pat Casey looked at his daughter. "Tried? You'd better finish this story."

"Emerson called Lang a tinhorn and Lang went for his gun. Emerson was unarmed. Emerson stepped close to Lang and grabbed his wrist before Lang could get his colt out. Then he backhanded Lang until he felt into the street, near Hogan. Emerson had Lang's gun in his hand. He asked Red Gately if he wanted to try it with fists or guns, but Red wanted no part of Emerson!"

Carmella was amazed at Maria. She seemed to have changed her opinion of Emerson quite abruptly. Now, he was her personal champion.

"Emerson took Lang's gun away from him? That hurt him more than shooting him. He'll be gunning for you now," Pat declared.

"I'll be ready if he does," Emerson answered, "but I hope it's all over. I don't look for this kind of excitement."

Carmella joined in, "You look a lot better than the last time you two fought, Emerson. Still, it looks like a nasty slice in your shoulder. It would be a good idea to let us clean it up. Sit down here and we'll take a look at it." With that Carmella pulled a kitchen chair around for Emerson.

"Thanks, but I'll be fine. It's only a scratch," protested Emerson.

Maria felt guilt when her mother mentioned the cut. "You should have mentioned that. I was so wrapped up in my own embarrassment, I never thought to see if you were okay. Now sit down and let us see that cut!"

Emerson looked at Pat Casey, who simply shook his head. "Emerson, I never have any luck when the two of them agree on something. You may as well take a seat and get it over with."

Emerson sat down and the two women went to work on his shoulder. Carmella took hot water from the stove and swabbed the injury. Part of Emerson's shirt was stuck to the wound.

"Pat, please get one of your shirts for Emerson," directed Carmella. "This one is in pretty sad shape. Emerson, take what is left of your shirt off. This cut looks worse than we suspected."

Emerson began to protest. "I really don't think that is necessary. This shirt isn't that bad."

Maria, who had been helping her mother, took the torn section of his shirt in her hand and gave a quick pull. The fabric parted across Emerson's shoulders.

Carmella and Pat looked at Maria in complete shock. "Isn't that easier than arguing with this stubborn clod? Now take off the rest of those rags while Dad gets a shirt for you."

Realizing he had little choice, Emerson removed what was left of his shirt while Pat went in search of another.

Carmella gave an audible gasp as Emerson dropped the rag that had been his shirt to the floor. She turned red as Maria and Emerson directed their attention her way.

"I'm sorry about that," she apologized. "I just wasn't prepared for this! Emerson, I have to say you seem to be a very healthy young man."

Maria laughed at her mother's discomfort. "Life at sea seems to add muscle and tan doesn't it, Mother? Your reaction is like Cathy's when we saw Emerson cleaning Three Rock Springs with his shirt off."

"You didn't tell me about that. If you had, I might not have been so surprised just now."

Emerson was embarrassed at being the focus of the two women's discussion. "If you would, please remember why I'm sitting here like this. Once my shoulder is cleaned up a little, I'll be on my way."

Maria laughed again. "Emerson, men talk about women this way all the time, and we're supposed to feel complimented. It can be a bit demeaning at times, can't it?"

Carmella was examining the cut in Emerson's shoulder as she finished cleaning it. "I think a few stitches are in order here, Emerson. This is a nasty slice. Maria has helped the doctor sew her father's arm. Do you think you could stitch Emerson's shoulder, Maria? I know I can't do that sort of thing."

"Mother, get everything ready. This looks pretty simple. I'll have it done in no time," Maria answered as she looked at the cut.

Emerson protested, "I really don't think stitches are necessary. Just give me a shirt and I'll be going." With that he began to stand.

Maria put her hand on his good shoulder and pushed him back to the seat. "Do I detect fear in your voice? Don't you trust me?"

"It isn't that. I just think we are making this worse than it is. I'll heal up fine."

"Good. As long as you trust me, we'll get it done right now. Mother hand me the needle and thread." Maria gave Emerson a strange smile as she spoke.

"Mrs. Casey, she seems to enjoy this! Can I appeal to you? I'll be fine."

"Emerson, this won't be bad. Sit still and Maria will be done in no time," Carmella was fascinated as she watched Maria take the needle and thread it. Then she held it in the flame of the stove for a few seconds.

Maria was enjoying the moment. She felt in control. Emerson was at her mercy and it felt great. Emerson sat very still and quiet as Maria began to sew the flesh. As she worked, her breast brushed Emerson's arm.

Emerson found the pain of the stitches had far less affect on him than the closeness of Maria. As she worked on his cut, his face became flushed. He worked hard to remain still and calm.

It was not by accident Maria was brushing against Emerson. She watched his reaction closely and enjoyed his obvious excitement. Maybe he wasn't as tough as he seemed. Maria found it somewhat difficult to concentrate as well.

As she finished, Maria slowly lowered her hand to a small round, red scar on Emerson's chest. Touching it, Maria asked, "Emerson, is this from a bullet? Where did you get it, and when?"

"Yes, it is from a bullet, over a year ago, on Christmas Eve. That was in South America." Emerson tried to change the subject. "Thanks for the sewing job, Maria. I hardly felt it. You were really quite good."

Maria hardly heard Emerson's last statement. "You were shot in the chest? On Christmas Eve? In South America! It's a wonder you are alive. Was it over a card game, like your father, or some bar maid? I really do hate you!" Maria burst into tears and ran from the room.

Pat Casey had finally reappeared with a shirt in his hand, and witnessed Maria's outburst. He was totally bewildered, as was Emerson.

"I had a little trouble finding the right shirt. Here Emerson, take this." With that Pat handed it to the now standing Emerson. "What was that all about?"

Carmella had watched the entire scene and knew the problem. She understood Maria's emotions. Emerson's story had upset Carmella as well. Still, it was regrettable that Maria had mentioned Emerson's father as she had.

"Emerson, I'm sure Maria didn't mean that comment she made. I think the idea of shootings, especially at Christmas, was upsetting. Don't hold it against her."

As Emerson put on the shirt Pat Casey had just given him, he spoke to Carmella. "I don't blame Maria. I have never given her any reason to think well of me. Her conclusions are not unreasonable, given what she knows about me, and my father. Thanks for everything. I'll be on my way now."

Pat Casey walked with Emerson to his horse. He spoke as Emerson mounted. "I guess this started the whole thing in motion. Now you see what we are up against. Taylor is desperate to control the entire basin. I'm even more determined to stop him, especially after this. Emerson, Carmella and I won't forget what you did for Maria today."

"I think getting a herd through to Santa Fe will go a long ways in ruining his plans, Pat. We have to work on getting that done. As for helping Maria, I'll do that any chance I get." Emerson mounted his horse as he spoke and turned down the trail toward home.

Carmella went to Maria's room and found her face buried in a pillow, with muffled sobs the only indication Maria was awake.

"Maria, you've had a very difficult day. I want you to have some dinner and get some sleep. You will feel better in the morning."

"Mother, I don't know what made me say those terrible things." Maria turned her face to look at her mother. Tears were flowing down her cheeks. "I just became so angry when I saw that scar."

"I think I know how you feel." Carmella sat down on the bed and wiped the tears from Maria's cheeks. "The idea that he could have killed in some far away place, and on a special day seems terrible. Men don't seem to think of others when they do some of the things they do."

"However, Maria, that comment about his father was unkind," continued Carmella. "You must try not to bring up things like that, unless of course, you really do hate Emerson. To be honest, I didn't get the impression you hated him when you worked on his shoulder. It seemed quite the opposite."

Maria looked down as she replied, "Mother, I guess I don't really hate him, but don't go making us into something we aren't. We will probably never even be good friends. Too much has happened. I have trouble forgetting things he said and did, and he must hate me after what I said tonight."

Carmella smiled as she caressed her daughter's cheek. "I have the impression Emerson could never hate you. In fact, he seems to be quite smitten by you."

"I think your imagination is taking over for you now, Mother. Look how I've treated him since he's been back. I'm certain he cannot even tolerate me now."

Carmella decided to let the conversation end. Maria seemed calmer and was considering what Carmella had said.

"Maria, you have to be more careful. Your father, or Emerson, may not always be around to help. Try not to get into situations that are dangerous."

"Mother, we were in the middle of town in broad daylight! How much more careful should I have to be?"

"It seems that Taylor is having his men terrorize women. That won't be allowed in this country. He will have problems answering for his men, but you be careful. You are too lovely to fall into the clutches of men like Hogan." Carmella stated.

"Mother, Red Gately had a black eye and he was very careful to avoid Emerson. I heard him tell Lang that Emerson was the one that helped 'the Casey woman' out the other day. What was that about?"

Pat Casey had stepped in the doorway as Maria spoke. He swung to his wife. "Carmella, what is she talking about? Did you have a problem with that damn Red Gately?"

Father and daughter turned their attention to Carmella. "It wasn't so much. Red made some insulting remarks at Simon's station while we were switching teams. He made the mistake of doing so with Emerson present. I was able to step over Red's unconscious body and resume my trip home. I saw no reason to upset everyone and cause even more friction with Taylor's hardcase bunch. I don't want anyone hurt."

Pat Casey hugged his wife. "I understand how you feel, but don't ever keep something like this from me again! I should thank Emerson for helping you. Gately, Hogan, and Lang. Maybe he can make this trail drive work, although I'm sure it will take more than fists before it's all done."

That evening Maria went to bed early. She needed to be alone to sort out her thoughts. Her father and Ernie were actually excited about the impending trail drive. Emerson had given them hope when everything seemed darkest. Her mother obviously held Emerson in high regard. Maria could only imagine how the Jordans, especially Cathy, would feel toward Emerson. Cathy had made no secret of her interest in the rugged, good looks of Emerson.

Maria wondered how Emerson felt about Cathy and knew an unusual emotion. Why should she care? Hadn't she, Maria, gotten over him years ago. She was no longer a school girl with infatuations. She thought back to the times she had cried herself to sleep in this very room because of Emerson Trask. He would never break her heart again! The problem was, he was becoming difficult to hate, and that concerned her. With these thoughts going through her mind she fell asleep.

As Emerson rode home, he found his thoughts returning to Hogan striking Maria and the reaction it had caused in him. He knew that he would never be able to see Maria suffer without feeling pain himself. His anger had been uncontrollable. Emerson was glad that Maria had stopped him from hurting Hogan any further.

Emerson knew Taylor's men would not have started the trouble if they hadn't been encouraged, or even ordered, to do so by Taylor. This was a man Emerson had come to dislike, and he had yet to meet him.

Emerson again turned his thoughts to Maria. She had become very upset when she heard his response to her questions about the scar. She had accused him of being like his father, which was not intended as a compliment. Reasonably, what else could she think? A person doesn't get scarred like that in church. It had to be from some sort of fight. She was right about that.

Still, she had been so tender when she had stitched his cut.

He knew he should never get his hopes up where Maria was concerned. Girls like her deserved the very best. Emerson decided he would have to be content doing whatever he could to help Maria and her family. He had no right to expect anything more.

Tom Gordon rode into the Casey yard early the next morning. He wasted no time in telling Pat why he was there.

"Pat, I showed yellow yesterday in town and I'm ashamed of it. I want to help you get your cattle ready for the trail drive and then go with you on that drive. I have to prove to myself, and everyone else, that I have some nerve! Will you let me help?"

Pat Casey listened to the young man's anguish. Then he spoke, "I would be proud to have you along! Admitting you had fear goes a long way to getting over it. You seem to have learned that there are worse things than being beaten in a fight. Your pride was hurt. I think the next few weeks will give you the chance to regain it."

That morning the Casey spread was a beehive of activity. Pat, Ernie, Tom, and Joe Mauro, the only rider Pat had been able to retain since the previous year, were readying equipment and horses. Everyone was busy and felt as if they were once again working a cattle ranch. Maria was helping where she could when she heard a horse trot into the yard.

Cathy Jordan sat on her mare, looking in the direction of Tom Gordon.

"Maria, what is he doing here? Isn't he afraid he'll get hurt?"

It was obvious that Cathy had not forgotten the part Tom played, or did not play, in the previous day's events.

"I know how you feel, Cathy. Tom showed up early this morning. He asked Dad if he could join up. He said he showed yellow and wanted to prove to himself and everyone else that he had some backbone. I think he showed courage admitting he was afraid of Hogan and Lang," Maria responded.

"He admitted he was afraid?" asked Cathy. "That's a step in the right direction. He'll have opportunities to show some nerve on the drive. It won't be a picnic."

Maria knew Cathy would take awhile to calm down and in a few days would regret some of the things she said today. "You're riding early today so I guess you must feel okay. How is Bob doing?"

"Bob can't get out of bed this morning and his face is swollen and purple. He feels proud that he didn't take any lip from that awful Hogan, but he's down about getting whipped like he did. He is real upset about Hogan hitting me. In fact, I think that bothers him the most."

"Well, you tell him that I'm real proud of him. He had to have a great deal of courage to take on Hogan." Maria was sincere. "There aren't many men that could handle him like Emerson did."

"I'll tell him. I can't stop thinking about that brute Hogan and how he struck us. Maria, for some reason I expected more from Tom. I know he's a banker that grew up in the city, but I really thought he would come through when the chips were down."

"I'm riding over to Miguel's and I was hoping you would ride with me. Dad wouldn't commit to trailing a herd yesterday when Emerson stopped by, but nothing can stop us now!" Cathy's spirits lifted as she spoke. "Was Dad mad when he saw Bob! At first he didn't notice my cheek. When he saw this mark he almost went berserk! We practically had to tie him down to keep him from going after Hogan. When Bob and I described the beating Emerson gave Hogan and the sorry shape we left him in, Dad seemed a lot happier"

"I'd like to go with you but I have a list of things we need from town and didn't remember yesterday, so-"

Maria was cut off by her mother. "Maria, ride with Cathy. You can run those errands later. I think it would be good for you both."

Cathy saw the opening, "Thanks, Carmella. Maria I'll get your horse while you hurry and get ready to go. I'll be waiting."

Maria noticed her mother's glance as she was preparing to leave. "I never go anywhere not looking my best, so don't read anything into this." Maria had changed her shirt and combed her hair differently.

Carmella smiled, "Maria, I don't know what you mean. Remember you are going to watch Emerson like a hawk. I suspect you may be watched some yourself."

As the two women rode Cathy confided, "Maria, Dad had decided not to send a herd. Mother hasn't been well and he didn't want anything to happen to upset her. He was furious at Hogan when Emerson got us home, but my mother was the one! She seems so frail, but she poured it on my father. They were born Texans and it means a lot to them. She wouldn't hear of us not joining when she found out why Hogan had been threatening Bob. She said, "The Vern Jordan I married would have sent a herd and never wavered. Bob showed he wasn't afraid, so deal the Jordans in!"

"This drive frightens me, but my folks feel it is necessary." Maria was talking. "I know there will be shooting and I don't want anyone to get hurt. Everyone seems to think Emerson is the answer to their prayers, but he can't rely on his fists all the time. We're in it, so I am going to help any way possible. I do want it to succeed. I know everyone in the basin needs the money, and besides I hate to see a man like Taylor succeed."

"Maria, you saw Emerson handle those men! I was groggy but I saw it all, and I enjoyed it. He's different from anyone I've ever seen. We saw he was strong that day at the spring. The difference is he has ability and training to go along with it. He is a real fighting man and I don't think he would lose with guns. Bob thinks Emerson is tremendous. He has a way of gaining people's trust."

"I hope he is as capable as you say. We'll find out over the next few weeks if that trust is well placed. I also want you to be kind to Tom. He volunteered to help round the cattle up and drive them to Santa Fe. He feels as low as a man can. He'll show better next time he's tested, I'm sure." Maria continued, "You said Emerson was different. What would have happened to Tom if he had stepped in? Do you think the results would have been good?"

Cathy gave it some thought. "You're right. Tom probably would have been beaten like Bob, or if he won, Lang would have threatened Tom or even shot him. I sure wouldn't want that!"

Maria saw Cathy was softening. "I'm glad you see it that way. It would seem that Emerson did more than just sail the seas the past eight years. I wonder where he learned to fight? I hope he is on the up and up."

Cathy glanced at her friend. "I don't know how someone you don't like could have ever hurt you so badly. Usually, people are hurt by those they like and trust. Could Emerson have been bad enough to deserve this? Did he break your heart?"

Maria maintained her best poker face. "Of course not. He simply insulted and annoyed me beyond human endurance. I am not going to be easily fooled by him. I hope for our sakes he is the real thing."

Before reaching the Hernandez' ranch, the two women came upon Pedro, Shorty, and Miguel working cattle, preparing a herd for the trail. Shorty saw them first and rode over to greet them.

"You ladies have to stop chasing me around like this. I have to think about my reputation."

The two friends laughed and Cathy retorted, "Shorty, you should have thought about that lost commodity a long time ago. We rode over to talk to Emerson. Is he around?"

"He took his sister back to the ranch. Nancy insisted on joining us but she was up before the sun and was worn out by mid morning. How does he rate to have the prettiest girls in the country riding to see him? Cathy, could I ask about that bruise on your cheek? In fact, it seems to be contagious. Maria, what happened?"

Maria answered for them both. "We can't be seen talking to a man of your reputation. Emerson can answer all your questions. We are here on business, so don't consider him too lucky."

Shorty chuckled, "I heard you two have been fighting since you were big enough to walk. I wouldn't want to fight him now, although I would guess you're better equipped for it than I am."

Now Maria laughed. "I choose to take that remark as a compliment, but I should be insulted. We have to leave before you sweet talk us any more. So long."

Fifteen minutes saw the two travelers ride into the Hernandez yard. Emerson was conversing with his mother as they approached. Molly Hernandez' happiness was apparent.

"Come in girls! I can't remember the last time you two visited. You both know Emerson. Of course Maria does. You two go back quite a ways. Cathy Jordan, my son, Emerson. Cathy's family moved into the basin several years ago, from Texas."

"Molly, I've seen this cowboy a few times, though not always with so much clothes on," Cathy laughed. "I also saw him in town for a short time yesterday, or didn't he mention it?"

"Dear, I'm not certain I follow all of what you just said, but Emerson didn't mention seeing you in town, or even that he was in town. I'll get you both a drink." Molly disappeared into the house, leaving Emerson with the two girls.

"Emerson, you didn't tell anyone about that fight! I know you didn't forget about it, so you must have your reasons, other than modesty." Cathy had dismounted and walked up to Emerson as Maria watched. "You're red. Did I embarrass you?"

Emerson looked at Cathy's bruise as he spoke, "You say the darndest things. That remark about me wearing clothes wasn't needed. What will my mother think? How is your cheek?" Emerson turned Cathy's face to one side and lightly touched her face.

"Maybe everyone will think I've swept you off your feet. It really doesn't hurt much," Cathy responded as Emerson studied her face. "Bob is real sore. You were right about him not getting out of bed today. Emerson, I can't thank you enough for yesterday, although I have some news that may help. You can deal the Jordans in on this drive to Santa Fe!"

Once again Maria felt conflicting emotions as she watched Cathy and Emerson. They looked like such a fine couple and he really showed concern for her. Why did that bother Maria? If Cathy were foolish enough to fall for this man it shouldn't bother Maria. Yet she felt annoyed.

"I think it's the only choice your family had, other than let Taylor have your place for a song. From what I saw of the Jordans, they don't give up."

Maria could no longer remain silent. "A lot of people are depending on you. This is going to be very dangerous and the enemy won't always settle it with fists. Lives may be lost. I sure hope you are up to it!"

Emerson returned Maria's attention. "Maria, I didn't cause this situation. I am working to help solve it. Men could die and they know that. The freedom to exercise your rights and care for your family is something men have fought and died for over centuries. If life at any cost is more important to someone, they should probably leave this basin, because it will be hot here. Men make choices every day. Some they live with and some they die for."

Emerson saw Maria hesitate at his reply. Why was he always at odds with her? Even so, he admired her fire and nerve. She wasn't one to keep her thoughts and ideas to her self.

"I understand everything you said, and I agree. It's just that these people seem to feel you can make the difference between success and failure, life and death. I hope you don't let everyone down!" Maria shot back.

Cathy spoke up, "Okay, you two! We are on the same side and we'll do all we can to make this work. Let it go at that."

"Maria told me that Tom Gordon, the son of our local banker, is going on the drive. He was a spectator at yesterday's show and feels guilty about his lack of nerve. He did loan his shirt to Maria. I think he may be a lot of help, although I'll never tell him so. He's sweet on Maria so he'll stick it out." Cathy smiled at Maria as she finished.

"I don't think we should judge him too harshly," Emerson replied. "I understand Tom and his father are quite understanding to the local ranchers, even when the bank must be getting pressure from Taylor. They seem to show some integrity. Maria certainly could do worse."

"I don't need you two to run my personal life!" Maria answered heatedly. "Just worry about getting the cattle to Santa Fe. Tom and I are friends. He is a gentleman, one without any bullet holes in him." Maria regretted her retort as soon as she said it.

Cathy was surprised at Maria's emotion. "What is she talking about now? I've known her for several years and I've never seen her behave this way. You do something to her, Emerson."

Maria realized she was heading back into the same territory she had covered with Emerson the previous evening. Remembering how she had felt after insulting him then, Maria was trying to think of something that would help her seem less miserable. "Emerson, while I am here, I want to check those stitches." Maria dismounted and walked up to join Cathy. "I will not accept any excuses. Sit down on the porch and let me have a look."

"What stitches? What bullet hole? Maria, what is going on?" Cathy was confused by her friend's statement.

Emerson was looking at Maria, trying to read her intentions. "I'll let you check my stitches, although I am certain they are doing fine. First, let me look at that bruise Hogan left." Slowly, Emerson took Maria's face in his left hand and turned it, touching her bruise with his right.

Emerson glanced at the discoloring and studied Maria's face. Her eyes were closed, so he felt he could stare without attracting undo attention. She was more beautiful than he remembered. Her nose was small and straight and her skin flawless. He could smell her fragrance. . Reluctantly, Emerson removed his hand from Maria's cheek.

Maria had forgotten the mark on her cheek. As Emerson stepped close and held her face in his hands, she felt herself tremble. She closed her eyes and stood very still, afraid to talk or move. She knew she would give herself away. Emerson released her chin and stepped back. Then he unbuttoned his shirt. Maria felt her face flush and glanced to see if Cathy had noticed. Cathy was giving her an unreadable look, and then turned to watch Emerson.

"If you don't mind, I'll use the buttons on this one. I'm getting low on shirts."

Maria smiled. "You see. It worked, didn't it? I won't have to rip any more shirts off you, will I?" Then Maria saw Molly standing in the doorway, a look of confusion on her face.

"Molly, it isn't what it might sound like! Emerson suffered a cut on his shoulder yesterday. He wouldn't take his shirt off so I could look at it, so I tore it off. My mother and father were there."

"That does clear things up, dear. If you have to tear his shirt off, then go ahead, for whatever reason. We can get more." With that Molly and Cathy both laughed, while Maria felt her face redden again.

Molly had been watching her son and the two girls while she was preparing the drinks. They had almost never visited her before. They had no reason. Molly understood the allure a young man like Emerson could have and was proud of him.She allowed herself the luxury of daydreaming. It would be wonderful if one of these two girls were her daughter-in -law. They both were beautiful and came from such good families. That they were attracted to Emerson, she had no doubt. How could they not be? He had grown into a handsome, intelligent, rugged young man.

Emerson had taken his injured shoulder from the shirt and sat on the top step. All three women gathered around him, inspecting the gash and Maria's handywork. It was red, but appeared to be healing already.

"Now, look at this." Maria had placed her finger next to the small scar on Emerson's chest. "That was a Christmas present a year ago!" Maria was curious to see how the others would react.

Molly gasped. "Emerson, I never heard about that. How bad was it? How did it happen? I can't imagine it not being very serious. You were shot in the chest!"

"Mother, I am fine now. That is the important thing." Emerson stood as he spoke. He was directly in front of Maria, and as their eyes met, he scolded her. "Maria, I know you don't want my mother to be upset. This scar seems to do that, so let's not make an issue of it. You don't want me to beat you worse than Hogan did."

"Emerson, if you think you scare me, forget it. I know you won't lay a finger on me, at least not without my permission. Save your threats for Hogan. I'm here right now, so beat me," Maria laughed. "I know you too well. However, I won't bring the scar up again, just to be nice."

Cathy and Molly were laughing as well. "It looks like she has your number, Cowboy. You look tough to some people, but Maria isn't frightened. Scaring women isn't your strong point."

The girls finished the drinks Molly had produced and mounted their horses. Molly was reluctant to see them leave.

"You girls have to stop in more often. It is so nice to have someone to talk and laugh with. Promise you'll be back."

"Molly, as long as that good looking son of yours is around, you'll have all kinds of company. I know I'll be back!" Cathy admitted.

"Molly, we enjoyed your company and really don't need some banged-up cowboy to lure us over here. We'll visit again," Maria assured Molly.

As the girls rode, Cathy asked Maria, "Did you almost feint when Emerson was looking at your bruised cheek? I thought you were going to pass out!"

"Cathy! You are so observant. I did get a little weak, and I dislike myself for it. I know how a moth feels about the flame now. He does something to me. You saw that."​