Risking Destiny

By Liette 

NEW SHORT FIC Ė RISKING DESTINY

 

I ride like the Devil is after meÖ hell, he probably is. I bet heís none too happy that Iíve escaped. And neither will El CapitŠn be once he learns what happened. Fact is, Iím sure heís gonna be as mad as an angry cougar. Maybe I should pay him a surprise visit Ė just to let him know he was wrong. Yeah, maybe Iíll do just that.

Mierda! Am I loco or what? If I go back I might get caught again. Nope! No way. Iíve been lucky enough to regain my freedom; I shouldnít try to tempt Fate. Nothingís worth losing this chanceÖ nope, nothing at all.

I kick the horseís flank and the beast responds quickly. Iím sure glad that this horse is sound and surefooted. It wouldnít do to break my neck when I have a chance to get my life back. Now, where the hell should I go? I canít possibly go straight to Lancer, not dressed like this. Think, Madrid, think. There ought to be a place where I can get a change of clothes, a good gunÖ Mierda! My gun! El CapitŠnís got it! Dios, gotta get it back, one way or another.

I turn my horse and I head back where I came fromÖ skirting around the execution ground and heading toward the small town I just left this morning to face my destiny. Canít believe Iím doing it. This is crazyÖ totally loco. Probably the stupidest stunt Iíve ever pulled, and in broad daylight at that.

I canít do itÖ I just canít. Itís too risky. I keep telling that to myself as I continue to ride toward town. Mierda! Iím doing it. Whatís wrong with me? Risking everything for a stupid modified gun.

Thing is, I know myself and I just know that I wonít back down. No, I wonít back down.

*

I guess Iím lucky or maybe Fate is really on my side. Itís strange thoughÖ no oneís around the house where I was locked up. I sneak around the back Ė no sense going up front and risking coming face to face with him or one of his men. Slowly and silently, I make my way inside the placeÖ Yep, Iím really lucky Ė nobodyís in. The place is deserted. Just like the village actually. Where the hell is everybody? Hell, I suppose theyíve heard the gunshots and have all gone to see what happenedÖ along with El CapitŠn.

I donít really care. Getting my gun back with plenty of bullets is whatís important here. Grabbing some money, too, if Iím real lucky. I step into the room that he uses as his office and I go directly to the desk. Where could he have put my gun? Think, Madrid, think.

I open the top drawer Ė thatís where I wouldíve put it in his place. And thatís exactly where it is! There are even a couple of boxes of bullets right alongside my gun and my rig, my bracelet and my chain. I grab everything. Now, it would be nice if I could find some money. Where would he hide his money? Ah! Soy idiota. His bedroomÖ of course heíd hide it in his bedroom.

I climb the stairs two by two... four rooms up here to check Ė make that three, since one of them is where they kept me prisoner. I open the door of the first one on my left and guess what? Luckís still with me, itís the one Iím looking for!

I need to hurry. Sooner or later, Lady Luck will leave my side and, frankly, I prefer if itís later, much later. I search the room and, finally, I find the money stashed in a small bag right in the middle of a pot of flowers. Who wouldíve thought El CapitŠn would keep flowers in his bedroom? He can still be full of surprises!

As Iím about to head out, an idea crosses my mind. On a corner table I spot some paper and a quill. With a smile, I open the inkpot and dip the quill in it. Then, I write a short note and leave it on El CapitŠnís pillow. I read it aloud, just to see how it feels saying those words as if he were right in front of me Ė ďUsted se equivocado, hijo de puta! MadridĒ (You were mistaken, son of a bitch! Madrid.)

Oh, how Iíd love to be a little fly and watch his reaction once he comes back and reads that note. I bet heís gonna be mighty pissed off. But, I canít wait. I have to hurry and head over to the border. I still need to find a change of clothes, but now I wonít have to steal them as Iíve some money, courtesy of El CapitŠn. Itís not much but itís better than nothing.

I strap the rig to my hips, tie the holster to my thigh and make sure my gun is in working order. Then I step out of the house and I vault onto the Lieutenantís horse and I ride toward freedom.

*

I make it to the border less than two hours later and I ride over to the Americano Nogales. Iím not really safe, though. Even if the Rurales wonít cross over to the American side of the town, they can still send someone after me. I canít stay hereÖ I have to continue riding until Iím far enough from the border to be safe Ė as safe as I can be that is.

A few miles outside Nogales, I change direction and head north. I ride until I reach the San Xavier Del Bac Mission where a good friend of mine lives. Heíll be able to provide me with a change of clothes. And it wonít be too soon, as folks are already starting to give me strange looks. I donít blame them. I must look pretty strange in prisonerís clothes. My reputation would be tarnished were I to stand in the middle of a street dressed like this. What? Madrid in plain white clothes!!! Nope, wouldnít do.    

*

Padre Domingo greets me with a huge smile and a bear hug. Once I tell him what I need, he climbs onto his mule and heads over to a small village near the Mission. He comes back a couple of hours later and hands me a salmon-colored embroidered shirt, a pair of leather pants with conchos on the side and a short jacket Ė just as I like. I thank him profusely. He sure knows where my taste lies. I canít tell how much better I feel with clothes that fit me just right.

I give him more than half the money I stole from El CapitŠn to cover the cost of the clothes and to use for whatever he may need for the Mission. Heís helped me before Ė saved my life, in fact. Itís the least I can do for him and those poor people heís taking care of.

He wants me to stay for a while and I agree to but only for a few days. My horse needs the rest and, to tell the truth, so do I. Iíve been through a lot lately and my mind is kinda tired. I need to regain some energy and this is the only place where I can do it in total safety.

A couple of days later, I leave the Mission, feeling refreshed and ready to face my new destiny. I head west. In a few days, Iíll be in California. The Old Man Lancer had better look out because once Iíve listened to him and take his one thousand dollars, Iíll put a bullet between his eyes.

   

TBC

 

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