ââGet out of here, all of you!'' the old man shouted, uncertain of even how many men were standing before his blurred eyes. ââYou are not welcome here!'' Struggling against his daughter's firm grip on his wrists, he raged at her, ââI know what is going on out here! I won't stand for any more of it!''
ââGet back inside the house, Papa!'' the woman shouted, turning loose on his wrists and giving him a shove. Soto stepped in and shoved him at the same time, causing the old German to fall backward to the ground.
ââYou heard her, old man,'' Soto said. ââGet inside before we nail your shirt to your chest.'' He slid an arm around the woman's naked, sweaty waist and drew her against his side. ââYour daughter belongs to us now.'' He looked up and down Clarimonde's bruised and dirt-streaked body, her hair hanging matted, half covering her face. ââRight, hurdy girl?''
ââYes, that is right, Papa,'' she said, feeling a surge of hope in spite of the pain, the shame and humiliation the two men had brought upon her. "Get back inside. I belong to these men. I am leaving here with them.'' She drew herself even closer to Suelo Soto's side as if they were lovers. ââYou stay here with the dogs.''
ââYeah, old man,'' Ransdale called out, grinning, tearing off another mouthful of meat now that the shotgun had been tossed aside, ââyou can go to the dogs as far as she cares.''
ââI will get rid of him,'' Clarimonde said quietly to Soto. Slipping away from his side, holding her dress to herself, she stepped over and helped her father back to his feet. ââPapa, listen to me,'' she whispered quickly, picking up his cane and placing it in his brittle hand. ââI am taking them to Shadow Valley. Tell the lawman who comes looking for them. Now, stay inside and keep quiet until we are gone. Please help me keep us alive. These men will think nothing of killing you, the shepherds, every one of us.''
The old man started to shout something, but uncertain of what he might say, Clarimonde clasped a hand over his mouth and raised her voice loud enough for both Soto and Ransdale to hear. ââShut up, you old fool, and stay away from me, or else I will take a stick to your back!''
ââWhoo-ieee,'' Ransdale called out. ââOld man, I'd say this gal has given you up for a better deal.'' He looked at Soto and gave a knowing wink, neither of them fooled into thinking the woman had anything more in mind than staying alive and finding her way out of their hands. ââI believe she's fell in love with us.''
Chapter 5
The old German sat in silence at a small table for a long time, his head bowed and his eyes closed until the old bitch pawed at his leg and whined so insistently that he could no longer ignore her. Rising from the table, his cane in hand, he walked out onto the porch and squinted toward the silence and the aroma of wood ash and roasted goat meat. No sooner had he opened the door than both of the shepherds shot past him toward the spot where the men and the woman had stepped into their saddles and ridden away more than an hour earlier.
Seeing no movement other than the blurred image of the dogs, the old man walked across the yard, picking up the shotgun from where Soto had thrown it to the dirt. ââMy daughter is gone,'' he murmured brokenly to himself. ââOnce again I find myself alone in this godforsaken
wilder platz
.''
In the nearby corral the herd of goats crowded the rail, bleating and craning their thin necks in hungry anticipation. Ordinarily the shepherds would have run around the fire, barking and begging for scraps of meat at the old man's feet. But today they only circled wide, sniffed the ground in the direction the horses had taken and raced away along a thin, up-reaching trail into the high, rocky hill country.
ââGo on with you, thenâyou can leave me too. Who needs two unruly
hunde
always underfoot!'' The old man cried out, waving an arm in despair as the dogs' blurred images disappeared into the brush. But no sooner had he made the remarks than his eyes filled with tears. ââBoth of you come home this minute! Do you hear me, Bess? Stay away from those men! Clarimonde went with them to protect you! Stay away from them!''
He stood silently until the last of his echo had sunk into the rocky hills. Then he sighed and walked dejectedly to a feed bin alongside the butcher shed. There he picked up a bucket of feed and an empty bucket for milking. With the empty shotgun clamped under his arm, he trudged out to the corral and went about his daily tasks.
An hour later, from the edge of the trail the two escaped convicts had ridden in on, the ranger and Hector Sandoval stopped their horses and warily searched the clearing before venturing in. ââDo you know this man?'' Sam asked, gazing ahead at the old German who had just stood up and walked out of the corral. He carried the shotgun in one hand along with the empty feed bucket. In his other hand he carried a full bucket of goat milk.
ââHe was not here the last time I came this way,'' said Hector. ââI do not know him, but I know of him. He is an old German who tends goats with his daughter. These goatherds move about like sparrows.''
ââGoatherds don't usually arm themselves with shotguns to do their milking, do they?'' Sam asked. Nudging his stallion forward, he warily searched the front yard of the shack and the area around the butcher shed.
ââNo, they do not,'' said Hector, looking all around the yard and the hillsides. ââThey have large German herd dogs protecting their goats. I have heard that they look more like wolves than dogs.''
ââDo you worry yourself about wolves,
Guardia
?'' Sam asked, recognizing a sudden tenseness in Hector and hoping to settle him as they rode closer to the old man.
The two caught a wafting scent of roasted meat in the air. ââOnly when there are wolves around,'' Hector commented, realizing what the ranger was doing. Nudging his horse along a few feet behind the ranger, he added, ââBut I think the wolves I speak of have already been here and gone.''
ââI think you're right,
Guardia
,'' said Sam, knowing that whatever tension he'd sensed in the man had passed as suddenly as it had appeared.
Ahead of them the old man had stopped and squinted toward them. As soon as he made out their blurred images riding slowly into view, he quickly set the bucket of milk at his feet and raised the shotgun to his shoulder. Sam stepped his stallion away from Hector's horse, putting some distance between them. ââThis is your graze. You had better talk to him,'' he said quietly to Hector. Then he remained silent, watching the old man intently, sensing from his behavior that something bad had happened here.
ââWe come in peace, goatherd,'' Hector called out, seeing the old man stop and set the bucket of milk on the ground. ââI am the
guardia
of Valle Hermoso. We are hunting for two very bad men.'' He paused just long enough to let the old German think; then he added, ââHave you seen them? If not, we will ride clear of you and be on our way.''
The shotgun was lowered from the old man's shoulder. He sighed deeply and said, ââYes, they were here. They took my daughter, Clarimonde, and left with her. I am going out of my mind with worry and fear for her.''
Now Sam spoke. ââLay the shotgun down, Mister. We're riding in. I'm also a lawmanâArizona Ranger Sam Burrack.''
ââYes, please, ride in,'' the old man called out to them. As he spoke he stooped and laid the shotgun down on the dirt. ââI am Herr Siebelzâ Adolph Siebelz. I will do whatever you ask to help you get my daughter safely away from them.''
ââIt is said that his daughter was once a prosperous
puta
on the Barbary Coast of California,'' Hector said almost in a whisper as they nudged their animals forward at a quicker pace. ââThat is why they took her, instead of killing her and taking her hair. They take her for their pleasure.''
ââNo,'' said Sam. ââWe've seen how these men take their pleasure. If she's alive it's because she's struck a deal for herself. These men are keeping her alive for their own reason.''
They stepped down from their saddles. Sam stooped, picked up the shotgun, checked it and held it sideways, letting Hector see that it wasn't even loaded. Squinting, the old man said, ââHolding an empty shotgun is better than holding no gun at all.''
ââOnly if you hold it as a club,'' Sam said, handing him the shotgun butt first. ââHow long have they been gone?'' he asked.
ââMore than an hour . . . two hours at the most.'' The old man squinted harder, trying to make out the blurred badge on the ranger's chest. ââShe's not with them because she wants to be. My Clarimonde rode with them to keep them from killing us . . . from killing us and our two dogs. Now the two dogs are gone off trying to find her. She is a good daughter, my Clarimonde.'' He grasped the ranger's sleeve. ââPlease get her away from those men. Please bring her home. Whatever she has done, she does it to save me and our dogs.''
ââI understand,'' said Sam. He gazed toward the higher land beyond the clearing, gauging how far the party could have traveled in under two hours on such rugged, upward terrain. ââWe'll do our best to bring her home,'' he said, gently pulling his sleeve free. To Hector he said, ââThey must be riding to the high country to find a back trail into Sonora. Maybe Hirsh was telling us the truth after all.''
ââOh, no, Ranger,'' said Siebelz, ââthey do not go to Sonora. My daughter risked her life to tell me. They are going to Shadow Valley. She is showing them a hidden trail that takes them there.''
"Valle de la Sombra," Hector said with a tone of dread in his voice.
Sam looked at him. ââI've heard of it, but I've never been there. Do you know your way there?''
"
SÃ
, I know my way there, but not on some hidden trail,'' said Hector.
"We'll keep tracking them," Sam offered.
"No matter the trail, once inside Shadow Valley, we are in a good place for desperate men like these to catch us in a trap,'' said Hector. ââThat is why they go there. Why else would they venture back so close to the border to get to such a place?''
Sam ignored the warning in Hector's voice and looked up eastward into the tall, rocky hill country lying above them. ââMaybe they only crossed the border because there's something Soto needs down here.'' He studied the eastward ridges against a blue and perfect sky. ââWhatever it is, he gets it, then he's gone back across the border with it. If he can get rid of us on his way, so much the better. . . .'' He let his words trail in contemplation.
After a moment, the old German said, ââWhatever these men are doing, when you catch up to them you can count on my daughter to do whatever she can to help you. This I vow to you.''
Hector and the ranger both turned quickly at the sound of brush breaking on the far side of the clearing. Their guns streaked out of their holsters. But they both eased their guns down as they saw the tired younger dog come walking into sight, his head down, his tongue hanging limply. Having turned with them toward the breaking brush, the old German squinted, saying, ââWho is it? Who is coming?''
ââIt must be one of the dogs you talked about,'' Sam said, watching the dog speed up into a worn-out trot at the sight of them. ââEasy, boy,'' he said, he and Hector both standing perfectly still, guns in hand as the thin-flanked shepherd hurried in close, lunging, barking and snarling toward them.
The old man raised a hand toward the growling dog and spoke to it in German, causing the animal to settle down instantly and drop to the ground at the old man's feet.
ââYou must excuse Little Bobby,'' the old man said. ââHe is not vicious. He is only trying to protect me.''
ââI understand,'' said Sam. He and Hector both looked toward the trail to see if the other shepherd might be coming.
The old German stooped down, embracing and patting the exhausted dog. ââSo, you have spent yourself out and now you come home to me, eh?'' he said affectionately to the animal. To Sam and Hector he said, ââSee? He is no more than a big, foolish child, this one.''
ââHe is a big child, but one who could take a man's hand off if he wanted to,'' Hector commented.
ââYes, but only if someone were harming the herd, or my daughter or me,'' the old man replied. ââThat is how these mountain dogs are. That is why Clarimonde made me keep them inside while the men were here. She was afraid they would get frightened and attack the men, and the men would shoot them.''
ââSo, she protected the watchdogs,'' Sam commented, seeing the irony of it. He looked down at the tired dog lying at its master's feet.
ââIt sounds strange to one who has not given himself and his heart to the herder's life, but it is how we do things, my daughter and I,'' the old man said.
Sam only nodded. ââWill this other dog cause us any problems if we come upon her out there?'' he asked.
ââYou will do well to beware of her,'' said the old man. ââBess is twice this one's size. She is an old bitch who thinks Clarimonde and I belong to her. She is very protective of us, as if we are her pups.
ââObliged for telling us,'' said Sam. ââWe will beware of her.''
ââIf she tries to harm you,'' the old man said, ââI know you must do what it takes to stop her. But I hope you do not have to hurt her. She is such a good and faithful animal.''
ââYou have my word we'll do the best we can,'' Sam said reassuringly.