the Light Of Western Stars (1992) (16 page)

She rode Majesty across the wide flat, up the zigzag trail, across the beautiful grassy level to the far rim of the mesa, and not till then did she lift her eyes to face the southwest
.

Madeline looked from the gray valley at her feet to the blue Sierra Madres, gold-tipped in the setting sun
.
Her vision embraced in that glance distance and depth and glory hitherto unrevealed to her
.
The gray valley sloped and widened to the black sentinel Chiricahuas, and beyond was lost in a vast corrugated sweep of earth, reddening down to the west, where a golden blaze lifted the dark, rugged mountains into bold relief
.
The scene had infinite beauty
.
But after Madeline's first swift, all-embracing flash of enraptured eyes, thought of beauty passed away
.
In that darkening desert there was something illimitable
.
Madeline saw the hollow of a stupendous hand; she felt a mighty hold upon her heart
.
Out of the endless space, out of silence and desolation and mystery and age, came slow-changing colored shadows, phantoms of peace, and they whispered to Madeline
.
They whispered that it was a great, grim, immutable earth; that time was eternity; that life was fleeting
.
They whispered for her to be a woman; to love some one before it was too late; to love any one, every one; to realize the need of work, and in doing it to find happiness
.

She rode back across the mesa and down the trail, and, once more upon the flat, she called to the horse and made him run
.
His spirit seemed to race with hers
.
The wind of his speed blew her hair from its fastenings
.
When he thundered to a halt at the porch steps Madeline, breathless and disheveled, alighted with the mass of her hair tumbling around her
.

Alfred met her, and his exclamation, and Florence's rapt eyes shining on her face, and Stillwell's speechlessness made her self-conscious
.
Laughing, she tried to put up the mass of hair
.

"I must-look a-fright," she panted
.

"Wal, you can say what you like," replied the old cattleman, "but I know what I think
.
"

Madeline strove to attain calmness
.

"My hat-and my combs-went on the wind
.
I thought my hair would go, too
. . . .
There is the evening star
. . . .
I think I am very hungry
.
"

And then she gave up trying to be calm, and likewise to fasten up her hair, which fell again in a golden mass
.

"Mr
.
Stillwell," she began, and paused, strangely aware of a hurried note, a deeper ring in her voice
.
"Mr
.
Stillwell, I want to buy your ranch-to engage you as my superintendent
.
I want to buy Don Carlos's ranch and other property to the extent, say, of fifty thousand acres
.
I want you to buy horses and cattle-in short, to make all those improvements which you said you had so long dreamed of
.
Then I have ideas of my own, in the development of which I must have your advice and Alfred's
.
I intend to better the condition of those poor Mexicans in the valley
.
I intend to make life a little more worth living for them and for the cowboys of this range
.
To-morrow we shall talk it all over, plan all the business details
.
"

Madeline turned from the huge, ever-widening smile that beamed down upon her and held out her hands to her brother
.

"Alfred, strange, is it not, my coming out to you? Nay, don't smile
.
I hope I have found myself-my work-my happiness-here under the light of that western star
.
"

VII - Her Majesty's Rancho FIVE months brought all that Stillwell had dreamed of, and so many more changes and improvements and innovations that it was as if a magic touch had transformed the old ranch
.
Madeline and Alfred and Florence had talked over a fitting name, and had decided on one chosen by Madeline
.
But this instance was the only one in the course of developments in which Madeline's wishes were not compiled with
.
The cowboys named the new ranch "Her Majesty's Rancho
.
"Stillwell said the names cowboys bestowed were felicitous, and as unchangeable as the everlasting hills; Florence went over to the enemy; and Alfred, laughing at Madeline's protest, declared the cowboys had elected her queen of the ranges, and that there was no help for it
.
So the name stood "Her Majesty's Rancho
.
"

The April sun shone down upon a slow-rising green knoll that nestled in the lee of the foothills, and seemed to center bright rays upon the long ranch-house, which gleamed snow-white from the level summit
.
The grounds around the house bore no semblance to Eastern lawns or parks; there had been no landscape-gardening; Stillwell had just brought water and grass and flowers and plants to the knoll-top, and there had left them, as it were, to follow nature
.
His idea may have been crude, but the result was beautiful
.
Under that hot sun and balmy air, with cool water daily soaking into the rich soil, a green covering sprang into life, and everywhere upon it, as if by magic, many colored flowers rose in the sweet air
.
Pale wild flowers, lavender daisies, fragile bluebells, white four-petaled lilies like Eastern mayflowers, and golden poppies, deep sunset gold, color of the West, bloomed in happy confusion
.
California roses, crimson as blood, nodded heavy heads and trembled with the weight of bees
.
Low down in bare places, isolated, open to the full power of the sun, blazed the vermilion and magenta blossoms of cactus plants
.

Green slopes led all the way down to where new adobe barns and sheds had been erected, and wide corrals stretched high-barred fences down to the great squares of alfalfa gently inclining to the gray of the valley
.
The bottom of a dammed-up hollow shone brightly with its slowly increasing acreage of water, upon which thousands of migratory wildfowl whirred and splashed and squawked, as if reluctant to leave this cool, wet surprise so new in the long desert journey to the northland
.
Quarters for the cowboys-comfortable, roomy adobe houses that not even the lamest cowboy dared describe as crampy bunks-stood in a row upon a long bench of ground above the lake
.
And down to the edge of the valley the cluster of Mexican habitations and the little church showed the touch of the same renewing hand
.

All that had been left of the old Spanish house which had been Stillwell's home for so long was the bare, massive structure, and some of this had been cut away for new doors and windows
.
Every modern convenience, even to hot and cold running water and acetylene light, had been installed; and the whole interior painted and carpentered and furrished
.
The ideal sought had not been luxury, but comfort
.
Every door into the patio looked out upon dark, rich grass and sweet-faced flowers, and every window looked down the green slopes
.

Madeline's rooms occupied the west end of the building and comprised four in number, all opening out upon the long porch
.
There was a small room for her maid, another which she used as an office, then her sleeping-apartment; and, lastly, the great light chamber which she had liked so well upon first sight, and which now, simply yet beautifully furnished and containing her favorite books and pictures, she had come to love as she had never loved any room at home
.
In the morning the fragrant, balmy air blew the white curtains of the open windows; at noon the drowsy, sultry quiet seemed to creep in for the siesta that was characteristic of the country; in the afternoon the westering sun peeped under the porch roof and painted the walls with gold bars that slowly changed to red
.

Madeline Hammond cherished a fancy that the transformation she had wrought in the old Spanish house and in the people with whom she had surrounded herself, great as that transformation had been, was as nothing compared to the one wrought in herself
.
She had found an object in life
.
She was busy, she worked with her hands as well as mind, yet she seemed to have more time to read and think and study and idle and dream than ever before
.
She had seen her brother through his difficulties, on the road to all the success and prosperity that he cared for
.
Madeline had been a conscientious student of ranching and an apt pupil of Stillwell
.
The old cattleman, in his simplicity, gave her the place in his heart that was meant for the daughter he had never had
.
His pride in her, Madeline thought, was beyond reason or belief or words to tell
.
Under his guidance, sometimes accompanied by Alfred and Florence, Madeline had ridden the ranges and had studied the life and work of the cowboys
.
She had camped on the open range, slept under the blinking stars, ridden forty miles a day in the face of dust and wind
.
She had taken two wonderful trips down into the desert-one trip to Chiricahua, and from there across the waste of sand and rock and alkali and cactus to the Mexican borderline; and the other through the Aravaipa Valley, with its deep, red-walled canons and wild fastnesses
.

This breaking-in, this training into Western ways, though she had been a so-called outdoor girl, had required great effort and severe pain; but the education, now past its grades, had become a labor of love
.
She had perfect health, abounding spirits
.
She was so active hat she had to train herself into taking the midday siesta, a custom of the country and imperative during the hot summer months
.
Sometimes she looked in her mirror and laughed with sheer joy at sight of the lithe, audacious, brown-faced, flashing-eyed creature reflected there
.
It was not so much joy in her beauty as sheer joy of life
.
Eastern critics had been wont to call her beautiful in those days when she had been pale and slender and proud and cold
.
She laughed
.
If they could only see her now!From the tip of her golden head to her feet he was alive, pulsating, on fire
.

Sometimes she thought of her parents, sister, friends, of how they had persistently refused to believe she could or would stay in the West
.
They were always asking her to come home
.
And when she wrote, which was dutifully often, the last thing under the sun that she was likely to mention was the change in her
.
She wrote that she would return to her old home some time, of course, for a visit; and letters such as this brought returns that amused Madeline, sometimes saddened her
.
She meant to go back East for a while, and after that once or twice every year
.
But the initiative was a difficult step from which she shrank
.
Once home, she would have to make explanations, and these would not be understood
.
Her father's business had been such that he could not leave it for the time required for a Western trip, or else, according to his letter, he would have come for her
.
Mrs
.
Hammond could not have been driven to cross the Hudson River; her un-American idea of the wilderness westward was that Indians still chased buffalo on the outskirts of Chicago
.
Madeline's sister Helen had long been eager to come, as much from curiosity, Madeline thought, as from sisterly regard
.
And at length Madeline concluded that the proof of her breaking permanent ties might better be seen by visiting relatives and friends before she went back East
.
With that in mind she invited Helen to visit her during the summer, and bring as many friends as she liked
.

***

No slight task indeed was it to oversee the many business details of Her Majesty's Rancho and to keep a record of them
.
Madeline found the course of business training upon which her father had insisted to be invaluable to her now
.
It helped her to assimilate and arrange the practical details of cattle-raising as put forth by the blunt Stillwell
.
She split up the great stock of cattle into different herds, and when any of these were out running upon the open range she had them closely watched
.
Part of the time each herd was kept in an inclosed range, fed and watered, and carefully handled by a big force of cowboys
.
She employed three cowboy scouts whose sole duty was to ride the ranges searching for stray, sick, or crippled cattle or motherless calves, and to bring these in to be treated and nursed
.
There were two cowboys whose business was to master a pack of Russian stag-hounds and to hunt down the coyotes, wolves, and lions that preyed upon the herds
.
The better and tamer milch cows were separated from the ranging herds and kept in a pasture adjoining the dairy
.
All branding was done in corrals, and calves were weaned from mother-cows at the proper time to benefit both
.
The old method of branding and classing, that had so shocked Madeline, had been abandoned, and one had been inaugurated whereby cattle and cowboys and horses were spared brutality and injury
.