Marry In Haste by EM

Word Count 14,077

This is a pre Lancer story of how Murdoch may have met Maria.

At the request of a reader, here is Maria’s Family
Grandmother/Abuela –  Isabela 
Sister – Gabriela
Father – Alberto
Mother – Victoria
Aunt – Olivia
Uncle – Eduardo 

Chapter One  

Maria Isabela Coronado Madrid took a deep breath and felt happy for the first time in almost a year since she had her quinceañera which symbolized her transition from childhood to womanhood.  Her life was changing so fast, sometimes it took her breath away.  It was a glorious spring day with the sun bringing enough warmth that the light breeze was welcome. She shrugged off the chains of family expectations and reveled in her freedom.

As she walked along the cobbled street, she enjoyed being the only one out during siesta. She knew this was forbidden, but she missed the free days that she used to enjoy when she was a girl. It now seemed like all her time was taken up being escorted by her aunt, and listening to talk of potential suitors for her hand in marriage

She was starting to feel like a prize horse when men, both young and old, tall and short, skinny and fat all came to size her up. Her father was starting to get impatient with her when she would adamantly decline each man within ten minutes of meeting them.

He was starting to talk about securing a marriage contract for her since she couldn’t seem to make up her mind. Almost all her friends her age were either engaged or already married, but so far none of the men she had met made her blood race. Her older sister told her she was being silly and foolish, and she needed to make a good match. That was much more important than falling in love.

Sitting down on a bench in the shade near the fountain, Maria pulled out a worn copy of Poesias, by her favorite author, Victoria Carolina Coronado y Romero de Tejada. This collection of poetry and short stories sang to her of a life unknown but craved. Carolina Coronado was a modern woman to be admired and the fact that she was a cousin twice removed bound her words into the young Maria’s heart even more.

How long she sat there she didn’t know as the words and images fueled her imagination. She was transported to Madrid, Lisbon, into the markets of Marrakech, and the damp streets of London.  It took her a minute to realize someone was talking to her.  Looking up, he blocked out the sun.  He held his hat in his hands nervously turning it in circles.

“I didn’t mean to startle you señorita. I’ve been watching you for several minutes and I’m fascinated that you could be so absorbed in your book that you didn’t notice anything going on around you.”

Maria felt herself blushing under the gaze of this tall Americano with light hair and blue eyes.  His Spanish was slow and his accent was different than she had ever heard, but she could understand him. She realized she wasn’t afraid of this stranger with kind eyes. Her right hand strayed to her gold cross hanging from a delicate chain.

As she gathered herself and stood up, he took a step back.  Maria felt very tiny next to this giant.  She barely came to the middle of his chest.

“If you would allow me the honor of escorting you home, I would be forever in your debt,” he spoke most formally.

“I do not know you señor.  My family would be scandalized if I accepted your offer without a proper introduction.”

The man chuckled, “Let’s fix that. My name is Murdoch Lancer. I’m a proud Scotsman, now living as a cattle rancher in California.  I am at your service señorita.” He finished by bowing.

Maria was taken aback.  She had met men and boys, both shy and forward, but this man was neither.  She was intrigued.  Stalling for time, she looked this man over the ornate design of her fan.

Making her decision she responded, “My name is Maria Elana Coronado.” She fluttered her fan and snapped it closed with a smile.

“I’m honored to make your acquaintance señorita Coronado.  Now for that escort.  Shall we?”

They walked in silence with Maria one half step ahead and she led him toward her casa. 

“What were you reading if I may ask.”

She held out her book.  He took it and raised an eyebrow.  “Poetry.”

“Si. The words speak to my heart.” She replied.

“My Spanish isn’t good enough to be able to read this, but I learn quickly if you would be inclined to grant me some time tomorrow to teach me.”

Maria looked him over and liked his sincerity.  “If I can get away, I will meet you by the fountain tomorrow during siesta.  Thank you for escorting me home.”

“Is this your home?”

“No, this is my Grandmother’s casa.  Mine is next door, but I want to visit her before I return home.”

“Until tomorrow then.” He kissed her hand and watched her go through the gate into what looked like a lush courtyard.  As the gate swung closed, he lost sight of the most stunning girl he had ever seen, now hidden behind the imposing adobe walls lined with broken glass bottles along the top. Feeling stunned at his reaction to this young girl, he turned to go back to his hotel.

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“He is very gallant little one.” Her grandmother remarked. “Have some cocoa with me and tell me about him.”

“Abuela, I know nothing about him.  He offered to escort me home.” Maria took a sip of the rich hot chocolate tasting the hint of cinnamon her grandmother favored.

“I find it very hard to believe you would allow a stranger to take such liberty my nieta. Your father would be scandalized.”

“I told him that and he most eloquently introduced himself. He is a rancher from California.  He said he was a Scotsman.”

“I assume he meant he was from Scotland?”

“He speaks Spanish with a strange accent but I could understand him.”

“At least he speaks Spanish, so many Americanos don’t bother to learn. Will you see him again my heart?”

Maria paused unsure if she would, knowing she should not.  “Abuela, I know it was most improper to allow him to escort me, but I felt something I have never felt before.”

Her grandmother snorted, “My dear Maria, it was entirely improper for you to leave your casa without an escort in public. Being escorted by a stranger only adds to the error of your ways.”

“Are you going to tell on me?” 

At that moment her grandmother could only see the child Maria once was and not the young lady she was growing into.  She knew the suitors her son had presented so far, while well connected and offering substantial connections and wealth held no interest for her granddaughter.  Maria’s dowry was one much envied by most in their circle.  The offer of gold, land and livestock made her a very attractive bride, but her stunning beauty outshown the riches offered by her family.

“No nieta, but I caution you to be careful. Go on home now and think hard about this man before you do something foolish.”

“Do you think it foolish to follow my heart Abuela?”

As the older woman leaned on her stick, her wrinkled face, broke into a smile that made her look twenty years younger.  “Never.  My dear, if you are one of the lucky ones to find a kind man who makes your heart sing, I would consider giving you my blessing. Bring him here so I may meet him and make my own judgement.”

Maria went out the side gate which let her into her own courtyard, when it dawned on her that her grandmother assumed correctly she was seeing señor Lancer again.  ‘señor Lancer, Murr doch.  Such a strange name.  I’ll need to ask him again how to pronounce it.  I’ll practice my English with him too.’ Her step lighter, she ran to her mother and gave her a hug.

“Hola mamá”

“Maria, you startled me.  How is your grandmother, my child?”

“She is as always. Opinionated and stubborn.”

Her mother gave her a hug, “reminds me of her grandaughter, no?” With a chuckle they proceeded into the casa.

Later that night, while covered with a fine linen sheet, Maria’s restless fingers played with the intricate lace tatted by her grandmother, given to her as a gift to celebrate her quinceañera.  Her thoughts were overwhelmed by a handsome, tall blue eyed stranger who either could make her the happiest girl in Matamoros or plunge her into sadness and hopelessness if he rejected her.

Chapter Two

Maria stood in front of her mirror and carefully braided her hair. She tied the end off with a ribbon, leaving a long tail of the ribbon free. Then she carefully wrapped the braid around her head and secured it with several pins and wrapped the end of the ribbon once around the braid. She wasn’t used to wearing her hair up so it felt strange, but it made her look older than her almost sixteen years. Pushing a stray piece of hair back into place, she nodded, gathered up her book and shawl and left her casa slumbering in the lazy afternoon sun.

She tried to walk at a measured pace to the fountain, but her feet seemed to want to go faster in her excitement. Her first thought when she got there was he wasn’t there, and was surprised at how disappointed she felt.

Sitting in the same spot where she had met the Americano from California for the last three days, she opened her book and tried to read her favorite poem. Breathing deeply to calm down, she regained the equilibrium she had before meeting him, but her mind was awash with excitement and hope for the future since meeting him.  Noticing more people walking through the square, she sighed. ‘He’s late, maybe he won’t come.’  Her thoughts were troubling. Just as she was starting to accept the fact that Murdoch wasn’t coming, her heart began racing when she heard him say her name.

“I’m sorry I’m late.  My business took longer than I expected.”

“I am happy you came.  I was getting ready to leave.  Did you have a fulfilling day?” Speaking English, Maria grimaced at her awkward expresión. ‘It would be so much easier to speak Spanish,’ she thought and immediately scolded herself.  ‘He’s trying to speak Spanish, the least I can do is to speak English.’

He didn’t seem to notice as he replied, “As a matter of fact I did. I came to Matamoros to sell my best bull, and I negotiated a good price for him with Don Fernandez. My vaqueros are taking him to the Rancho now.”

“Why should you sell your best bull?” She blurted out. Covering her mouth with her lace handkerchief, she apologized. “I’m sorry, that was forward of me.”

Murdoch chuckled, absolutely delighted with this young woman.  “No, it’s perfectly fine.”  He debated with himself for a minute figuring it would do no harm to tell Maria his plans.  “My wife and I had a son almost five years ago.”  He stopped for a minute gathering his thoughts, but failed to see Maria’s disappointment. 

Maria stood up. “I must be going home now. I shouldn’t be speaking so freely to a married man.”

Murdoch stood up as well, reaching instinctively for her arm. “Wait, please.  Sit down so I can explain.”

“What is there to explain?” Against her better judgement she sat down again.

Murdoch seated himself and turned toward her so he could see her better. “My wife died in childbirth and I wasn’t there,” he said bluntly.

Maria gasped, “I’m so sorry Murdoch.  And the boy, your son?”

“My wife’s father took him back to his home in Boston and has been raising him.  I’ve asked to have him returned, but my request has gone unanswered.  I sold the bull to get enough money to hire the best lawyer I can so I can bring my son home.”

Maria nodded in understanding.  “You will be leaving soon?” She tried to keep the disappointment from her voice.

“Yes, the next ship sails in four days.” Murdoch paused and then added, “While I’m anxious to get to Boston, I have to say, I’m sorry to be leaving before I’ve had a chance to get to know you better.”

Maria was silent as she digested all he told her.  “Very well. Let us make the most of the time we do have together.  My Grandmother would like to meet you.  Will you come with me to her casa?”

Murdoch, swallowed and was taken aback.  “She wants to meet me?” 

“Si, she wants to meet the man that makes her granddaughter sneak out to the square during siesta and come back late with a smile on her face.”

This delightful girl made Murdoch chuckle.  “As you wish.” He stood and held out his hand. “Shall we?”

A short time later, Murdoch was meeting the woman who could only be Maria’s grandmother.  They had the same direct gaze and eyes that at times looked brown and others green.

Seated in the formal front room of a house that turned out to be an annex to the home Maria lived in, Murdoch took a sip of cocoa from a delicate china cup. 

He hoped he had answered all her very direct and uncomfortable questions to her satisfaction.  He glanced at Maria, who had her head down.  Her cheeks were flushed prettily as she reacted to her grandmother’s directness.

The older women stood, signaling an end to their audience.  “Tomorrow is a balle at my son and daughter-in-law’s hacienda.  I would be pleased if you were my guest.”

“Gracias Dona Isabela, however I must decline.  I have a conflict as I have a previous engagement.”

“Another time perhaps. Maria, please show your gentleman out.”

Maria and Murdoch walked to the door.  ”I’m sorry I can’t escort you to the ball, but I do have a prior engagement.  Don Fernando has invited me to his home to commemorate the conclusion of our business and perhaps discuss further opportunities.”

“I understand Murdoch.  Will I see you again before you leave.”

“I’ll make every effort to do so.  Can I send a message to your grandmother’s house?”

“Yes, if you send it, I will get it.”

Murdoch bent down and gave Maria a discrete kiss.  She responded by kissing him and tickling his lip with her tongue.  He responded with a deeper kiss filled with need before they each pulled back quite breathless.

Touching her lip with this forefinger, he said softly, “Until I see you again.”

Murdoch walked back toward his hotel, not seeing the bustle around him as he castigated himself, ‘what the hell am I doing?  Stay focused man.  Winning back Scott is the most important thing.’ Nodding he crossed the street, and stopped abruptly on the boardwalk. ‘But why am I so attracted to this girl?’ Straightening his shoulders, he opened the door of the hotel with resolve.  ‘I won’t see her again.  This desire will go away. Tomorrow I’ll send a note to her grandmother’s house.’  Decision made, he arranged for a bath to be sent to his room.

A couple hours later, Murdoch  looked at himself in the mirror. His resolve was fading as he asked himself, ‘why can’t I let Maria go?’

Chapter Three

Murdoch dressed carefully as he wanted to make sure he made a good impression tonight. He smoothed the lapels on his gray suit coat for a second time and looked at himself in the mirror, only seeing an uncomfortable man in a suit that had been fashionable in Boston over five years ago,

Shrugging his shoulders and taking one more glance in the mirror, he thought it’s going to have to do because that’s all I brought with me. When I get to Boston, I’ll go to a tailor and get some more clothes made.  He ruefully smiled as he noticed that he filled the suit out quite a bit more than he did when he was a twenty-three year-old boy doing his best to court Catherine.  The heavy ranch work he’d been taking on had filled him out.  Good thing the ranch seamstress was able to take his suit out a bit before he left. He smiled as he remembered Catherine teasing him about being a tall skinny fellow.  She wouldn’t call him that now.

The hotel had arranged for a carriage to pick him up so he wasn’t surprised to step out the door to be greeted by a driver asking his name.

“Yes that’s me.”  He barely settled into the seat when the coach started away.

Before long he could see the lush pastures of the Fernandez estate.  The large circled drive was lined with blooming roses, and lavender blossoms filled the air with vibrant scent.

Rocking to a stop, a man in a light blue suit trimmed with a silver braid, opened his door.  “Buenos noches, señor Lancer. Don Fernandez is waiting for you in the sala.  I will show you the way.” After climbing out of the coach, Murdoch brushed his suit off and placed his grey hat on his head.

Murdoch had no time to take in the rich furnishings and artwork before he was shaking his host’s hand. 

Don Eduardo Fernandez was a stocky man a number of inches shorter than Murchoch’s six feet five inches.  Shaking the man’s hand, he was invited into his office and his host showed him to a comfortable looking chair near the fireplace. 

“Señor Lancer, welcome to my home.”

“Don Francisco, please call me Murdoch,”

Smiling, his host said, “Then you must call me Eduardo.” He handed Murdoch a glass of tequila.

Murdoch raised the glass and looked at the clear liquid.

“Tequila my friend.  To toast our current and future endeavors.”

Murdoch took a small sip as he watched Eduardo do the same.

“Many people toss back a shot of tequila but this fine reposado is meant to be savored.  It is made from the finest blue agave from Los Altos de Jalisco.”

“It goes down very smoothly and has a hint of wood.”

“Ah you have guessed our secret.  While some distillers age their tequila in oak barrels only two months, this gift of the Gods has been aged for a year. What else do detect?”

Murdoch took another sip and closed his eyes. “Something sweet. Honey? chocolate? And something else.”

“You have a good palate.  It has all those plus a touch of cinnamon and caramel.”

“Must be from years of savioring Scotch whiskey. My father was a distiller in Scotland.  He had me tasting various whiskeys from the time I turned sixteen until I left for America. While I enjoy a good Taliskers or Glenlivet when I can get it, I’m hoping to acquire some Laphroaig in Boston. While tequila isn’t what I’m used to, I have to say it’s one of the finest I’ve tasted.”

“You have discerning taste my friend.  I will tell my cousin that it comes a close second to your Scots whiskey.”

Murdoch chuckled at that, relaxing as he finished off his shot.

“Now before we talk business, I have a confession.  I was completely remiss, as my dear wife reminded me, in that we have an engagement this evening. It is at the Coronado estate and we already accepted the invitation for dinner followed by a balle.”

Murdoch could sense the man’s discomfort at what he obviously considered a major social gaffe. “I completely understand.  We can wrap up our business in plenty of time for you to escort your wife to dinner.”

Eduardo refilled their glasses.  “That is not what I had in mind.  We’ve already sent word you will be joining us.”

“That’s really not necessary, but I do appreciate the gesture.”

“Consider this a good opportunity to be introduced to people of substance. There will be other haciendados there as well as Don Coronado. He’s the Alcade.  I think you call that the Mayor in English.  My brother, Lucas has plans to make an appearance, though he won’t be there for dinner.”

Seeing the confused look on Murdoch’s face, he added gently, “my brother Lucas is the Governor of Tamaulipas.”

Feeling unsure now, Murdoch unconsciously smoothed his jacket once again. “I’m not sure I’m dressed for the occasion.”

“Nonsense, you are dressed just fine.”  He stood abruptly and Murdoch followed suit.

“My dear, may I introduce you to our honored guest? Murdoch Lancer from California. My wife, Olivia.”

To Murdoch’s pleasure, this gowned and bejeweled woman spoke English fluently. “It is my pleasure to meet you, Mister Lancer.  Welcome to our home.”

Murdoch bowed slightly, “The pleasure is all mine.”  He silently thanked his Mother and Grandmother for insisting he and his siblings learned the importance of proper behavior in society.

“I see you two gentleman have been tasting our fine reposado.”

“Would you care for a taste before we leave?” Her husband offered.

“I think not, the carriage is waiting and while it’s fashionable I have been told to be late for these things, in this case, we should be on time as my sister has warned me twice this week. I’ll get my wrap.”

Seeing Murdoch’s confusion, Eduardo filled him in.  “The señora is my sister in law. Don’t worry, the dinner is for family and a few close friends.  The balle will be attended by many more.”

“I’m honored to be included.”

“Come, let’s not keep Dona Olivia waiting. Business will wait until tomorrow.”

Chapter Four

Arriving at the grand house, Murdoch helped Dona Olivia from the carriage, nodding as she thanked him. Murdoch felt stunned and had a sinking feeling as he realized this was the house Maria had pointed out to him as belonging to her father.

‘What have I gotten myself into,”  he silently questioned.

“Come along my friend,” His host urged.

Once they were through the double doors, the entire first floor was lit by sparkling chandeliers, casting delicate light throughout the sala.

Murdoch anxiously looked around the room for Maria.

His attention was directed to his host,  “May I present Don Alberto Coronado?”  Alberto, this is the man I was telling you about.  A Scotsman from California.  Señor Murdoch Lancer.”

Murdoch shook hands and acknowledged his host.

“You are a long way from home, señor Lancer.”

“Don Eduardo purchased a bull from me and we are wrapping up our business. Then I’m sailing to Boston to take care of some other business.”

Murdoch could see his host was losing interest in him, as he commented, “I wish you well in your endeavors.”  Turning he extended his arm,  “Senior Lancer let me introduce you to my daughter.”  A beautiful young woman older than Maria, dressed in silk brocade with jewels glittering at her neck and ears glided up to them.

“Gabriella, it pleases me to introduce you to our honored guest, señor Lancer from California.  My daughter Gabriella.” 

“It’s my pleasure to meet you señorita” Murdoch bowed slightly.

Her delightful laugh amused him as she responded, “señora, however I appreciate the sentiment Mr. Lancer.” Responding in English.

Replying in kind, “My apologies señora.”  Her light hearted laugh eased some of his nervousness.

“Let me introduce you.” Taking his arm, she led him over and began introducing him.  When she got to her grandmother, she didn’t notice the older women’s raised eyebrow.

“Sit with me señor.” The older woman directed.

Murdoch sat on the edge of the seat and was surprised when he realized the palms of his hands were sweaty. Afraid that she would take his hand, he casually dried his hands on his slacks. Sure enough, she took his hand.

“My young granddaughter is taken with you,” she confided.  “You are much older than Maria, however, in our culture, that is not a barrier.  She will soon be a married woman.”

Murdoch felt himself blushing. “Your granddaughter is a delightful young woman, however in my culture, young ladies are usually older when they marry.”

“Yes, I’ve heard that. However, it doesn’t change the fact that if you’re both attracted to each other, it could be a good match. Maria is delightful, however she is young and impulsive, and has a temper to go along with it. You appear to be settled and stable, which might balance her out. I predict she would bring excitement to your life.”

Murdoch had to fight to keep his mouth from dropping open when the wizened lady brought her hand up as Murdoch started to say something. “Hear me out, por favor.  I don’t know you very well señor Murdoch. You wear the mantle of sadness, but you light up when you are in my granddaughter‘s presence.”

Murdoch swallowed and looked around hoping no one overheard. He realized the truth of what she was saying. Swallowing and grateful when she poured a glass of water and handed it to him.  Sipping slowly to give himself time to gather his thoughts, he said, “I buried myself in building my ranch after Catherine, my wife died.”  He confessed.

“That’s very noble” she said as she raised a sharp eyebrow, “however, wouldn’t she want you to go on and find someone to make you happy?  You also have a son to consider. When you reclaim him, doesn’t he deserve a father who is happy and content?”

“You’re right of course,”  he conceded. “Having Scott back with me is a dream come true.”

A dinner bell rang gently off in the distance, and Murdoch stood and assisted the Abuela to her feet. “Shall we?  Thank you for your kind words and your concern.”

She nodded and led the way to the dining room

Murdoch felt his breath taken away by the grandeur of the dining room. Crystal goblets, delicately painted china, and filigreed silverware littered the table.  Servants were filling water goblets as he helped Abuela to be seated. 

“Sit next to me señor Murdoch.”  He followed her instructions noting the empty seat next to him.  His attention was taken when a server asked if he would like wine.  “Have you had Sangria before señor Murdoch?  It can be intoxicating if you are not used to it.”

He took a sip.  “It’s quite good. Sharp and tangy. Very refreshing.”  The server filled his glass again, and sensing movement to his right, he almost knocked over his chair in his haste to get to his feet to pull out the empty chair for the lovely Maria.

She smiled a shy smile at him, and he blushed to the roots of his hair. Feeling like an awkward teenage boy, he cleared his throat and sat down.

He almost jumped when señor Coronado commented, “I understand you have already made the acquaintance with my daughter Maria.”

“Yes, I have met her.” Murdoch felt completely awkward and didn’t know what else to say.

Maria rescued him by replying to her father, “señor Lancer has been a gentleman and expressed an interest in poetry.  I was sharing with him the works of Victoria Carolina.”

Maria’s father nodded, but didn’t look completely convinced. He decided this was not the time to pursue it, especially since his mother was frowning at him.

“Enjoy your dinner señor.”

Chapter Five

“Would you care to dance?”

Murdoch escorted Maria to the dance floor.  The light from the chandeliers reflected Maria’s elegant cheekbones and full lips.  Her long dark eyelashes intrigued him and he realized he wanted this young woman for his own.  The thought of leaving her was confusing him.  He also felt a little woozy after drinking four glasses of wine at dinner.

Dancing with Maria felt like holding a delicate flower in his hand. Not normally an accomplished or graceful dancer, he felt light and free.  Maria laid her head on his chest and sighed.  “I wish this night would never end.”

Murdoch leaned down and took her face in his large hand and kissed her gently.  Realizing the dance floor wasn’t an appropriate place for this behavior, he whispered

“Is there somewhere private where we could continue this discussion?” He asked.

Her hesitation was slight, but she nodded.  She left and he followed her a few minutes later to the sitting room off the library.  “We won’t be disturbed here,” she said as he locked the door.

Both were at a loss for words once they were confronted with the suddenness of their actions. Walking to the drink tray, Murdoch poured two shots of tequila and proposed a toast.

“To the sweetest, most beguiling young woman I have ever met. I want you with every part of my being.”

Maria blushed prettily as he stared at her intently.  Forgetting all she had been taught about being chaste before marriage, she moved into his arms, “Oh  yes. Yes I want you as well.”

They sank to the plush rug in front of the fireplace and kissed deeply. Murdoch found he was losing control of the situation as she snaked a hand under his shirt and he lost control when she licked and sucked on his nipples.  His hands weren’t idle as he unbuttoned what felt like a hundred buttons to get to her creamy skin.  He licked her nipple and she keened.

In the throws of passion, Murdoch was pleased to discover Maria was indeed a virgin.  He hadn’t felt such yearning in years since he discovered the joy of passion with Catherine.  This slip of a girl hit him in a soft spot and all he could do was lead her toward their shared ecstasy.  She was a willing student and her pleasure was expressed in a keening rush which sent him over the edge to fulfill his own desire.

Murdoch slowly woke disoriented at seeing an Adobe ceiling with dark beams.  He tried to orient himself when he looked down at Maria nestled against him.  His first thought was she fits.  Then with a rush of shame and panic, he shook Maria.  “Maria, wake up, you need to go upstairs to bed.”  She smiled and stretched and he couldn’t help but give her swollen lips a gentle kiss.  He quickly straightened his clothes and said softly, “meet me by the fountain this afternoon?”

Maria gave him a shy smile and nodded as she left the room.

Murdoch waited a few minutes, returning the glasses to the table and ensured there was no sign of their lovemaking to give them away. Leaving the house unseen was impossible, but he hoped no one connected him and Maria.  A few servants were clearing up and didn’t seem to take much notice of him.  One offered him coffee but he declined.  Gathering his cloak, he left the house and allowed the crisp morning air to revive him.

‘What have I done?’ He asked himself over and over as he walked back to his hotel.  ‘She’s too young, practically a child.’  His next thought was that was certainly no child last night.  ‘What am I going to do?  How can I face her or her family?’

Straightening his shoulders he resolved to go speak to Maria this afternoon.  ‘I’m not an irresponsible boy.  I’ll face up to what I did and break it off.’  With new resolve, Murdoch sat down in his hotel dining room and sipped his coffee.

After breakfast, he stopped at the front desk to pick up his key and went upstairs for a bath and fresh clothes.  He had to pack and get ready to leave.

Later in the day, Murdoch was relieved to see Maria under the tree by the fountain. He did his best to swallow his unease. “Last night was…”

She looked at him, a shy smile played across her lips as she glanced down. “I never…” she started as he said, “I’m sorry…”

Both stopped,  she regained her composure first, “are you really?  Sorry I mean.”

Murdoch furtively wiped his palms on his trousers and wondered how this slip of a girl could make him, an experienced man of twenty-seven feel like a schoolboy in short trousers.

“I’m sorry it happened so quickly, but not that it happened.”  He wasn’t sure if he was being truthful but it was what he needed to say.  Maria looked relieved.  “It can’t happen again.  You’re too young and I have responsibilities.”

He found himself talking to the nape of her neck as she bowed her head.  He couldn’t see her reaction.  He gently said, “Maria, look at me, please.” She raised her head and he wiped away the streaks of tears on her cheeks. “I could love you, but we come from two different worlds. I need to go get my son and you need to find a husband who will give you everything you deserve.”

With a maturity that surprised him, she straightened her shoulders and replied, “everything but love.”

“That can come with time.”

“Perhaps yes, perhaps no,” she whispered softly.  She straightened her shoulders and asked, “When do you leave?”

“Tomorrow morning.”

“So soon…”

“I’m afraid so, yes. You understand don’t you?”

Not answering his question, she asked, “Will you come back?”

“No,” he replied regretfully.  “I’ll have my son and we need to get back to California.”  Murdoch’s heart was breaking at the pain he was causing this young woman.  “If you ever need anything, send a letter to me, near Morro Coyo.  I’ll get it.”

“Vaya con Dios.” With that she turned and slipped into the shadows partially hidden by the sycamore.

With heavy footsteps and a feeling of loss Murdoch went back to his hotel to continue his preparations to leave.

Chapter Six

Murdoch stared at the roiling dark sea, so dark he couldn’t tell where the gray skyline and ocean met.  They had been battling storms all the way down the coast.

His disappointment settled in his belly at the devastating loss and walloping betrayal he felt.  Harlan had never indicated in his letters that he would go so far to keep Scott from him.  He threatened to have the boy testify in court and  be pulled apart between the father he didn’t know and the Grandfather who loved and cared for him like a father.  It left a bitter taste in his mouth that had nothing to do with the stale stone cold coffee he was drinking. 

Murdoch thought back to his attorney’s advice.  “Murdoch, you need to prepare yourself for battle in order to gain custody of your son.”  He ventured what he knew would be an unpopular suggestion, “you could stay here in Boston and perhaps have visitation rights.  Harlan won’t live forever.” 

“That’s impossible, Ryan.  I have a ranch and other business concerns in California. If I stayed, how likely would I be able to see Scott, and gain custody of him?”

“You’d have a chance to see him.  If you settled down with a wife and family, and as Harlan ages, and the boy himself becomes older, your chances of gaining custody get better.  Much better I predict.”  Seeing his client at a loss, he added, “Think about it then.”  Ryan Mitchell replied. 

A crash of lightening caused Murdoch to spill the rest of his coffee.  He swiped at his shirt and poured the last few drops over the side of the railing.  He frowned, as a glimmer of hope began percolating in his head.

With new determination he stepped away from his dark thoughts and headed down below to the lounge to formulate his plans.  He needed to be ruthless.  He needed to make the ranch as profitable as possible, marry, and have a family.  Wealth and stability would drive him to best his former father in law in the battle for his son.

He stared off without seeing the glittering oil lamps swaying as the ship rocked.  The light reflecting off the crystal glassware being set out by white suited stewards in preparation for dinner.

‘Marcy might be the one.’  He knew he wasn’t in love with her, not like he loved and adored Catherine, but he admired and felt attraction for her.  He knew she was attracted to him, even if her parents didn’t approve of her being interested in a widower, six years older than she was.

With a start, he realized dinner would be announced soon.  He straightened his shoulders and with new resolve and a purpose he had lost these last few weeks, he headed to his stateroom to dress for dinner.

”It looks like the state of the seas has affected many of our dinner companions.”  Murdoch’s elderly tablemate remarked.

Murdoch took a sip of his wine and glanced around the room at the many empty tables. “It looks like that,” he agreed. “I  hope we get smoother sailing in the days ahead.”

“As do I my young friend as do I.”

Finishing his wine he bid his table mates good night and went back to his cabin.  Murdoch woke when he heard a crash that sounded way too close.  He realized something had fallen and was rolling around his floor. He started to get up and realized that the ship was rocking much more violently than it had last night. He lay there for a moment and let his body rock from side to side before deciding he should at least try to get up and get dressed.

Making his way to the lantern that was attached to the wall, he managed to get it lit. With the low flickering flame, he was able to see the state of his cabin.

He saw what woke him up, which was a wall hanging that had fallen, the frame was broken and askew.  He carefully propped it up behind the lone chair in the room so it was out of the way.

Dressing quickly, and putting on his jacket and boots, he decided to go take a look at what was going on out there.  With the wind furiously tugging at him this way and that, he managed to get a door open.

“Sir, you need to go back inside. It’s dangerous out here.” One of the officers told him.

“Is there anything I can do to help? It’s been a few years, but I was a shipmate at one time.”

“No sir, we have it under control. We’re actually going into a safe harbor at Port Isabel. We should be there by morning.”

Murdoch went back to his state room, but he stayed dressed, just taking off his boots and letting the ships sway lull him into a restless sleep.

The next morning, passengers lined the rails as the ship gently sailed into  port.  Watching the deckhands scurry around with lines getting ready to dock brought back memories to Murdoch of his time working his way from Scotland to the new world.  He felt his fingers start to itch at the idea of throwing a line, not at all, unlike the skill he had to learn to throw lariat to catch a cow or a  horse.

As the ship expertly and safely docked, it didn’t take long to have the ship secured.  Hearing a bell ring, all eyes were drawn to Captain Solomon. Looking every bit the calm confident master of the ship, he surveyed his domain.  Once the crowd quieted down, the captain announced that they would be in Port Isabel for at least a week. “We have repairs we need to make before we head out again.” Hearing the grumbling of the passengers, he raised his hand. “Nothing to worry about. We had no major damage, but enough that need repair before we continue our journey. Since the weather is still bad, it’s better to be in port until it passes.  Come back here in five days at noon for an update.”

The crowd started to mill and an undercurrent of dismay was building until the Captain’s voice stilled them. “The porters will help you with your luggage, and will provide transportation to a hotel of your choice. We recommend the Continental  and the Empress as two of the best, and I’ve sent messages to both that we need rooms for our first class passengers.  The rest of you, check with my third mate. He can make recommendations for you.”

Murdoch went back to his stateroom to pack his bags so that he’d be ready to get off the ship as soon as the bridge was in place.  He stayed at the Continental on his way out, so we hoped to get a room there while he cooled his heels waiting for the ship to be repaired and ready to sail.

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Later, looking around his accommodations at the Continental, Murdoch tried to smooth out the wrinkles in his shirt. Between the humidity and cramped stateroom, his clothes were bordering on disgraceful.  Undecided if he should bother having them steamed and pressed before continuing his journey, he went to dinner.

His seat mates from the ship, Mr. and Mrs Johnson from Philadelphia waved him over.  ”Sit down Murdoch and join us.”  Threading his way through the close together tables, Murdoch pulled out his chair. 

 “Thank you, Bernie. This is a bit of an inconvenience, but it could be worse, I suppose.”

Sighing, the gray haired, Madeline Johnson nodded as she took a sip of her wine.  “I wonder if there’s a decent dress shop. This was the only dress I had that wasn’t completely wrinkled and slightly damp.”

Bernie Johnson affectionately patted his wife’s hand and said, “I’m sure we’ll find something here my dear.”

Murdoch had his doubts that they would find a dress shop that would meet Mrs. Johnson’s standards however, he didn’t want to dash her hopes. He knew that she would probably find what she was looking for in Matamoros, but here in Brownsville, life was more rustic.

“Check with the front desk,” Murdoch suggested as he sipped his wine.  “I’m sure they can send our clothes out to get them steamed and pressed so they are at least wearable while we wait for our journey to continue.”

Murdoch bid the two fellow passengers good night and headed to his room. He’d had just enough wine so he hoped he’d be able to sleep and not constantly think about his failure in getting his son back. He could still feel that small hand in his own, and constantly warred with himself whether he should’ve grabbed Scott and run.  He knew that would cause great harm to the boy so with regret, he had to leave him.  What he didn’t know was how to get rid of the rock in his stomach and the hand squeezing his heart. 

Chapter Seven

Five days later, feeling very discouraged after the captain let everyone know that they were delayed even further.  The repairs were much more extensive than they realized. The main stay sail had split and was beyond repair.

Murdoch talked to the agent and there were no ships leaving for three weeks. He went ahead and booked passage since at least he’d have that as he looked into other options to get back home.

All week he’d been fighting himself to keep from going across the border to Matamoros to see Maria.  The last few days she’d been constantly on his mind and his body was betraying him as he couldn’t stop thinking about their interlude.

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The next day, he dressed carefully, and had the hotel clerk flag down a carriage to take him to Matamoros. He directed the driver to Maria’s grandmother’s house, figuring that might be the best place to start. Maria’s grandmother had approved of him, and she would likely summon Maria.  He told himself that seeing her one last time would settle his thoughts of her and he could forget about her, quashing the tiny voice whispering or you could love her.

Knocking, a middle-aged woman, opened the gate. “qué deseas?

What do you want?” 

“Is Dona Isabela available?”

He started when he heard, “who is it Elana?” 

How could just the sound of her voice start his heart racing? Taking a deep breath to calm down, Murdoch took in the vision of Maria who looked surprised to see him.

“Murdoch,”  she breathed. “I didn’t expect to see you again.”

“May I come in?” He held his breath, wondering and hoping she’d admit him.

Maria nodded and the woman, opened the gate further so he could pass through.

Maria walked ahead of him and gestured him to a seat in the courtyard. They both startled as a peacock called which broke the tension a little bit as their  eyes met, and they both chuckled.

“It’s been three months. What are you doing here?” she questioned.

Murdoch swallowed and cleared his throat  which was suddenly dry. “May I?” He gestured to a pitcher of water. When she nodded, he poured two glasses of water.

Leaving her glass untouched, she stared at him. “You said you weren’t coming back.”

“I know, and to be honest, I, I, “ he stuttered surprised with himself.  “I didn’t plan to.”

“What made you come back? Do you have your son?”

He decided to answer the second question first, “no, I failed.” He looked down and saw that his hand was white as he gripped the glass.  “I tried. I tried, but I lost my bid for my son. My wife’s father is too powerful, too rich and he has the judges on his side as well as most of the lawyers. I didn’t stand a chance to get Scott back.”

Maria’s eyes filled with tears and she blinked them away. “I am sorry Murdoch. I know how much you wanted your son. What are you going to do now?”

“The only thing I can do is go back to my ranch, try to build it up, and make it as profitable as I can so I can try again at another time. My attorney told me the best thing to do is to show I have a safe, stable home to bring Scott to.”

Maria reached out like she was going to offer him comfort, but changed her mind and picked up the glass of water. She took a sip, and Murdoch realized that this vibrant young woman was dressed in black.

“I’m sorry I just realized that you’re in mourning.”

“My Abuela died three weeks ago.”

“I’m so sorry. I know you were very close.”

Maria looked down and twisted her delicate lace handkerchief in her hands and nodded.  “I miss her very much, and I’m not sure what I’m going to do without her.”

The tears didn’t just pool in her eyes, but spilled over onto her cheeks, and Murdoch couldn’t help himself.  He stood up and pulled Maria into his arms and embraced her. She sobbed. After a minute, she pushed herself back and wiped his shirt. “I got your shirt all wet,” she said, wiping the tears from her face.

“It’s all right, my dear. I’ve shed a few tears lately myself.” Murdoch let her go and took a few steps back.

They startled when Maria’s sister, Gabriella, came into the courtyard carrying a tray. “I heard we had a visitor and thought some refreshment would be in order.”

Murdoch stepped forward and took the tray, setting it down on a nearby table. 

“Gracias señor.”

Maria sat down and turned to her sister.  “Have you met señor Lancer?”

“Si, we met at the balle, what was it, three months ago?”

Murdoch settled across from the two women and noted how similar, but different they were.  In comparison to Gabriella, Maria was pale and very tense.

“I’m sorry for your loss.” Murdoch offered.

“My abuela was old, she lived a full good life and passed peacefully in her sleep.” Gabriella responded in carefully accented English.

Both Maria and Gabriella crossed themselves.

“A blessing it was peaceful.” Murdoch offered feeling uncomfortable.

Maria took a sip of her tea and got up abruptly and left the room, holding her handkerchief to her mouth.  Her sister looked on with a slight frown and turned back to her guest.

Not for the first time, Murchoch felt uncomfortable with her scrutiny. “I’m sorry I upset her…” he offered.

“She is not upset, she has nauseas matutinas. She often feels unwell. Ella esta embarazada.”

Murdoch felt like he’d been punched in the gut as he realized that Maria was pregnant.

Before he could formulate a response, Maria came back into the room. She looked wan.

“Mis disculpas,” she apologized.

Standing up, Gabriella touched her sister gently on the arm.  “You two need to talk.”

There was silence as the clicking of Gabriella’s shoes on the tile floor faded away.

“Were you going to tell me?”  he questioned.

Maria looked confused and then realized that he was staring at her stomach. “And just exactly how was I supposed to tell you? You said you weren’t coming back.”

“Fair enough, but you know how to get hold of me. Were you planning on writing me?”

“I hadn’t decided.  I thought there was little point under the circumstances.”

Murdoch couldn’t dispute that he had left her with no assurance of his regard or interest.  “What are you planning on doing?”

“My grandmother left me her estate.” Maria straightened her shoulders and raised her chin, and Murdoch could see that stubborn look in her eyes and in her posture. “I’ll raise this child myself.”

“You can’t raise a child alone.”

“I have no choice. My father is disgusted with me. My family is disappointed in me. I am in disgrace. They can do what they want, but I won’t let them take my child from me or belittle him.”

“Him? You think it’s going to be a boy?”

She placed her hands on her stomach. “Yes. I’m convinced it’s going… He’s going to be a boy. My grandmother predicted it before she passed.”

“Let me help.” Murdoch offered.

Maria stood abruptly, “you should go.” She turned to walk away.

“Wait.”

“Just go Murdoch.  Leave us alone.” Maria walked back into the casa.

Clenching his hands into fists Murdoch was undecided if he should follow her or leave.  His better sense returned and he left the courtyard in a muddle of thoughts. 

He’d walked two miles when he realized he was almost back to Brownsville.  ‘What am I going to do?’  He asked himself over and over.  Did he love this girl?  Should he marry her? He knew it was the right thing to do, but was attraction and regard enough to make a marriage?  As his boots kicked up dust, his thoughts went around and around before bringing him right back to where he started. Questions crowded his thoughts and he found no answers.

Chapter Eight

The light in the garden had faded to a faint yellow and with a start Maria realized she’d been sitting for two hours.  Shaking her head at her folly, she took a sip of the now tepid water and realized she’d sunburned just a bit.  Even though her skin had some protection, sitting in the sun for two hours had taken its toll.  She pressed a finger into her forearm and was rewarded by her skin turning white before it returned to pale pink.  She sighed, resigned to a lecture from her sister and headed to the house to put aloe on her arms, neck and face.

Her mind still in a daze.  She sat at her Grandmother’s table and ate mechanically.  ‘Why did he have to come back?’ She questioned.  ‘I had it all figured out and now I can’t think straight.  A part of her, for the first time started considering her parents demand that she go to the convent for her confinement.  Just a few short weeks ago, when she realized she was with child, that had been unthinkable, but now with Murdoch knowing the truth, she felt like her world was once again shifting under her feet.

Pushing the plate away, her housekeeper and confidant, Elana, clicked her tongue and chided.  “You must eat better than this my child.  You must nourish your precious bebe.”

“I can’t tonight Elana.  My stomach is in knots. Perhaps tomorrow.”

“I’ll draw you a bath. After you soak for a while, climb into bed. I’ll bring you some tea to help you sleep later.”

Happy to have someone direct her,  Maria left the dining room and went upstairs for her bath

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Two days went by, and Murdoch walked away from the shipping agent feeling discouraged as he had been told there was another delay. He was starting to get desperate and he scrawled a quick note to Paul, his ranch foreman, and left it with the desk clerk to be posted.

His mind was still in turmoil. If he could only have gotten away or if they hadn’t even spent more than one night here his life would’ve been a lot less complicated. His heart was telling him to do the right thing and marry Maria, but his head was telling him that it was too soon. ‘Maybe another cup of coffee will help me figure out what I should do.’

Two cups of coffee later, he still wasn’t sure, but he found himself climbing into a carriage to go back to Matamoros. He stood outside Maria’s gate and paced. Straightening his shoulders, he told himself this was not getting him anywhere. He raised his hand to knock just as the door opened.

He and Maria’s sister each took a step back and chuckled. ”Is your sister in?“

“Si, she’s here today, but I’m not sure if she wants to see you.”

Murdoch ran his hand over his face and asked, “May I come in?” Maria’s sister took a step back, motioned him to come into the garden and sit down.

“I don’t want to keep you señora,” he said

“I have a little time, and we should talk.”

Murdoch looked at this young woman and laid cards on the table. “I don’t know what to do. I’m attracted to your sister, but I don’t know if that’s enough for marriage.  Now that I know there’s a child coming, I feel obligated to Maria and the child.”

“What have you decided?”

“Do you think she would have me?  I know we don’t love each other yet, but that can come in time if we both want it,” he asked hopefully.

“In our culture and I suspect in yours at one time, arranged marriages are the norm. In some marriages love never happens, but there is regard enough to raise a family.  Of course many men find mistresses,” at the look of horror on Murdoch‘s face she stopped.

Appalled she’d be so bold to bring this up, he stuttered, “I’d never.”

She reached out and patted his arm and said,  “I wasn’t implying that you would, I was just stating the truth.  In our culture, even women take lovers if love never comes.  While it’s not openly talked about, it does happen”

Desperately wanting to change the subject, he asked, “Do you think she would be happy in California?” He left the ‘with me’ unspoken.

“I don’t know. If Maria had accepted one of the suitors that my father had brought to her, she may have moved nearby or she may have moved away, but she never would’ve been as far as California. I suggest you talk to her and if she is amicable, you need to talk to my father, even though he’s very upset with you. If you come to him and ask for his daughter’s hand in marriage that could heal the rift. I must go now.”

Murdoch stood up and waited until Maria’s sister left the garden. He squared his shoulders and took a deep breath and walked to the glass door leading into the casa. He knocked twice and waited.

“May I see Maria?” he asked in Spanish.

Elana looked him up and down and showed him to the front room and advised him to wait.

A few minutes went by, and Murdoch realized how nervous he was. Then he heard the rustle of a skirt, and Maria walked quietly into the room.

“I didn’t know if you would come back. Most men would’ve left.”

“I’m not most men. We need to talk.” 

He felt uncomfortable as Maria’s gaze swept over him, but was relieved when she said, “this way.” Maria led them into a small study and gestured to him to sit down, while she also sat.

Murdough cleared his throat and said quietly, “we should marry.”  Before Maria could say anything he raised his hand, but he didn’t miss her raised eyebrows.

“I know we don’t love each other yet  I could love you. I’m greatly attracted to you and I think you are to me as well.”

Maria only nodded her head in agreement.

“What do you think,” he asked?

“I didn’t plan for you.” She said frankly. “When I discovered that I was pregnant, I was so scared. My father was furious. I was in,”  she hesitated and then said quietly, “I was in disgrace.  With the help of my grandmother, she helped me to see that I was given a gift and this child, my child, our child,” she corrected, “is a gift from God. I was prepared to raise him myself. My grandmother left me well cared for.”

Maria ran her hand over her forehead, and then looked at Murdoch. “If I marry you now, my life will change even more than it’s going to change when I become a mother.”

“Are you afraid to come with me to California?”

“I’ve been to Mexico City, but that’s the farthest I’ve ever been away from home,” she confessed

“California, the ranch is the most beautiful place in the world. The weather is fine year round. With some attention and hard work the ranch will be one of the best in the state.” He proclaimed.

“What about?” she stopped for a minute and gathered her thoughts. “The Californios, will they accept me?”

“Of course they will, as will the Anglos. The majority of the people working our ranch are Mexican or Californios.  The ranch has many families and lots of children. I just hired a teacher and the children of the ranch go to school during the week. I don’t require the children to work, it’s up to their parents to decide what chores they do around the ranch.”

He continued, “My foreman Paul is married and they hope to have a child soon.  He’s running the ranch right now while I’ve been gone. I can’t believe I’ve been gone for almost five months.”

“Why did you come here?” she asked bluntly.

“Well, besides you, of course, I’m waiting for a ship to go to Panama.”  He took her hand and asked Maria. “Will you come with me as my wife?”  He watched as her expressions warred across her face.

“Come with me Maria, come with me to California, marry me, raise our children there. We’ll have a happy life and we’ll grow to love each other. I promise.”

She looked at their joined hands and then looked into his eyes and said quietly, “yes I’ll marry you, I’ll come to California.”

Murdoch stood up and drew her into his arms. “Estimado, my dear, you will not regret it I promise.”

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Two days later, Murdoch found himself standing outside Maria’s parent’s door. He nervously adjusted his tie, even though he knew it didn’t need to be adjusted.  The formalities were daunting and under the circumstances he wouldn’t be surprised if his future father-in-law met him with a double barreled shotgun.

With a firm knock, the door opened, and he was admitted into the sanctuary. He was guided to what could only be called a family room, which, in spite of it being an all purpose room, it still had touches of elegance from the gold brocade window coverings to the maroon velvet chairs and silver engraved tea set.

Maria smiled softly at him as she stood next to her sister on the left side of her father.

Murdoch took one more step forward and consciously tried to make himself shorter if that was at all possible. “señor Cornorado,” he said formally.  “I’ve come to ask for your daughter’s hand in marriage.”

Maria’s father looked formidable as he sized Murdoch up and down.  He wasn’t about to concede so easily.  “It seems you’ve already taken liberty with my hospitality.  I suppose asking for my permission is a step in the right direction but what can you offer my daughter?”

Murdoch realized this wasn’t going to be as easy as just asking for permission to marry Maria.  He’d assumed he would get permission immediately since she was pregnant, so he was feeling taken aback by this questioning

“I have high regard for your daughter and I believe she regards me favorably as well. I hope someday if you allow our union, it will grow into a true love.”

“Love,” he said scornfully. “A good match is more important than love between a man and a woman who complement each other with strengths and weaknesses.”

Murdoch didn’t know what to say, and when he glanced at Maria, she seemed in distress. All his instincts were screaming at him to go over and comfort her, but he didn’t know if that would insult his host and ruin his chances.  Suddenly, getting this man’s permission to marry his daughter was the most important thing he could think of.  His perspective had changed from one of doing the right thing, to realizing the only thing he wanted was Maria and their future child

“I will do everything in my power to protect Maria and our child and provide a good home for them,” he pledged.

Murdoch saw Victoria, Maria’s mother,  grasp her husband’s arm and give him a warning look.

 Señor Coronado nodded and said, “Very well, if she agrees, you have my permission to marry my daughter.”

Before Murdoch could say a word, Maria rushed to him and fit neatly under his arm, like she had always been there and like she’d always been meant to be there by his side.

Her mother and sister came over and started talking about the date and the reception and talking to the priest. Before Murdoch knew it he was on the sidelines with señor Coronado.

Maria’s father handed him a glass of tequila, and the two men acknowledged their future relationship. In spite of the shaky start, the man at least accepted him as his daughter‘s future husband.

Nodding toward the ladies, Maria’s father’s name remarked  “I learned from when Gabriella was married that it is best to stay away, and let the ladies plan everything we will show up when it’s time.”

“Yes, it was the same when I married Catherine.”

“Tell me about your first wife,” he prompted.

Feeling decidedly uneasy with this line of conversation, Murdoch did his best to be honest while at the same time being as brief as possible. “Catherine grew up like Maria. In a privileged household in Boston. I met her by chance when we literally bumped into each other.  She was unconventional in many ways and immediately introduced herself.”

“That sounds like my daughter. She doesn’t stand on ceremony.”

“I noticed. That’s one of the many qualities that attracted me to her.” Murdoch mused, and then took a mental back step when he saw his future father-in-law‘s eyebrows raise. “I meant that in the most respectful way,” he clarified.

“My daughter is spirited and impulsive and used to getting her own way. She’s also used to the finer things in life. She’s had an excellent education, but her domestic arts are lacking. If you expect her to slave away in your kitchen or clean your house like a scullery maid, you will be sadly disappointed, and I fear frustrated.”

“I have a cook and a housekeeper, though I would hope Maria would like to learn some of the finer points of cooking. Occasionally, I like to have food from my homeland, however I have adapted to Mexican food, and I like it quite a lot. Of course a staple at our table is Lancer beef.”

”Of course,” Don Alberto said with a chuckle.  “I would expect nothing less..”

Ushering Murdoch into his office he closed the door and said,  ”We need to talk business.  In your homeland of Scotland, I am not sure how a woman’s dowry works, but here with a woman as privileged as Maria, we have provided an attractive dowry. I’m prepared to exchange the cattle if you prefer for gold coin.”

This was the farthest thing from Murdoch’s mind.  “I’m not sure what you’re saying señor.”

“Alberto not señor I will be your father-in-law in a week and a half.”

“Of course, Alberto.”

“I understand it took your drovers two months to bring the bull, I thought perhaps providing you an equivalent of gold to go along with the gold already dedicated to Maria’s dowry would be a better option for you. I was thinking of adding to the dowry to bring it up to $5,000 in gold coin.”

Murdoch swallowed. “That’s extremely generous Alberto. I wasn’t expecting anything of that nature.”

Alberto held up his hand, “You and Maria seem to get along quite well, and in spite of the circumstances, I want to ensure the two of you are set up for success. Don’t forget that child is my grandchild. I have an interest.”

Murdoch sat there feeling quite stunned and speechless, but before he could say anything else, Alberto went on. “I also want to send some vaqueros along with you. They’ll provide protection for you and for the gold on your trip back to California.  If you find them useful, and you would like to employ them, that would be acceptable to me. If you would rather send them back, I would take no offense. Do you accept my terms?”

“Of course, and I’m most grateful. We will use Maria’s dowry to grow the ranch to ensure our children have a secure future.”

Alberto poured two more glasses of tequila and raised his in a toast and said “To the future.”

Later at dinner that night, the ladies chattered excitedly about the plans for the wedding, but shortly that talk turned to the trip back to California

All eyes were on Murdoch so he quietly laid out his plans feeling slightly nervous because he hadn’t discussed them with Maria yet. In his defense, Maria had been swept up in the wedding planning and they had no time to talk.

“I thought we’d take a ship to Columbia and then go overland by mule through the isthmus of Panama.  We can rest a few days when we get through there and then we’ll take a ship up to the west coast of Mexico and then on to San Diego. From there, we can catch a stage home.”

“Why not go by ship the whole way?” Gabriela asked.

“That is one option but going around the horn is very rough and I need to weigh Maria’s condition along with rough seas. That route is quite dangerous. It would actually take a month longer to go that way as well.”

He looked at Maria and realized his mistake. This was definitely a conversation he needed to have with her and not make the decisions for her.

After dinner, he took Maria’s elbow, “Take a walk with me in the garden and we can do more planning for our trip?”

She nodded her assent and allowed herself to be directed into the garden.

“That went better than I thought,” he ventured as he indicated they sit.  With the tinkling of the fountain in the background, Murdoch gathered his thoughts. 

Before he could start the conversation about their trip, Maria ventured, “My father was most gracious.  I wasn’t sure how he would react.  Did he give you a good price for me?”

Murdoch was floored by her directness and stumbled over answering, “It’s not like that Maria.”  Seeing her raised eyebrow, he backtracked and was once again was confronted with this young girl’s self possession and directness.

Deciding to be honest, “Yes as a matter of fact, he did.”

“Good. Now let’s talk about our travel plans.”

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Finally, Murdoch thought as he and Maria walked down the aisle, hand and hand. It had been a hectic week. He’d bought a new suit, more in keeping with a traditional Mexican wedding.  He thought he’d feel uncomfortable in the more tailored ornate style, but it fit him well and it helped him fit in.

He’d spent quite a bit of time with the priest. He was grateful that he and Catherine had converted to Catholicism when they came to California. He knew how important it was for Maria to be married in the church and he pledged to raise their children in the Catholic faith.

It was a very long ceremony accompanied by a mass and communion, as well as the ritual of giving him twelve gold coins, and El Lazo to tie them together. Now they were husband and wife, getting ready to sail away to their new life.

Helping his bride into the gold trimmed carriage he settled in next to her and took her hand.  She smiled shyly at him and her eyes shown with promise as they both looked forward to spending their first night as husband and wife.

Chapter Nine

With a sigh, María and Murdoch entered the shabby hotel room in Panama Viejo. Upon seeing the state of the best accommodations they could find, they both looked at each other and laughed.

“I think our tent had better accommodations than this,” Maria commented as she walked around the room. She pulled back the curtains and opened the window a little bit to let some fresh air in.

Murdoch wrapped his arms around her from behind and whispered in her ear. ”It’s just for a short stay darling and then we’ll leave the day after tomorrow.”

“Three weeks. We’ll be home in less than three weeks,” she whispered.

Bending over, he kissed her cheek and suggested that they undress and take a little nap before getting ready for dinner.

She flat out laughed and said, “Oh no Mr. Lancer, your new Mrs. Lancer intends to take a nice hot soaking bath and then she’ll decide if she wants to take a nap.”

“As you wish, my darling.  I’ll go ask for a bath to be set up.”

“Gracias my love.”

While Maria took her bath,  Murdoch waited downstairs and sipped a glass of sangria.  The hotel only had one tub and he planned to use it when she was done. 

Murdoch mused, he was thrilled when he discovered that Maria was a gutsy, brave girl willing to try anything once. She reminded him a lot of Catherine.  The trail, if you could call it that, through the jungle was filled with biting insects, snakes, and in the rivers and streams, they could see crocodiles. Maria seemed to have a  fascination with these prehistoric creatures. That said, they both had a very healthy respect for them and stayed away from the water when their guides warned them that there were crocodiles in the area.

Riding mules and camping out for eight days, lost its charm after just a few short hours, but Maria never complained and Murdoch was grateful.  They had discussed taking the longer route around the horn, but even just the short  journey down the coast had Maria feeling queasy, and the thought of taking a voyage that could last 4 to 5 weeks in rough water was not something either one of them wanted to attempt.

“Darling, I’m worried you will be unwell on the trip north. Perhaps we should go as far as San Diego and then take the stage.”

“Murdoch I will be fine on a steam ship to Monterey,” she insisted.

After much discussion, they decided to board the steamship The Panama.  There were a number of scheduled stops so they decided if Maria was unwell, they could stay a few days and board The Ishmus which was sailing a few days later.

With the plan in place, and with both in agreement, they enjoyed their short stay on firm land.

After a rocky twenty four hours once they started north, the ocean became calm, and the newlyweds enjoyed their time together.

They were standing at the rail, looking out at the vast ocean when Maria pointed at the water. “Murdoch, look tortugas!” She exclaimed pointing at the turtles that were floating by heading south.

“They’re floating, letting the ocean take them south,” he remarked as they both leaned over the rail to watch the parade of turtles pass them by.

Maria reached over and held his hand.  “I am so happy to be taking this adventure with you, my husband.”  She shivered a little as a breeze blew her long dark hair in her face.

“It’s chilly, we should go in.” Murdoch commented while taking off his jacket and wrapping it around her slender shoulders.  It draped to her knees, dwarfing her while enveloping her in warmth.

“Gracias, but can we stay a little longer?”

Unable to resist her smile, he gave her a quick kiss and said, “Anything you want, my love.”

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Two days later they were up early, feeling the excitement of the crew and passengers as with the morning sun, came a view of the cliffs leading to the port town of Acapulco.  They would be here overnight while goods were offloaded and more were taken on.  Fresh food would be welcome as well.

They each had a small carpet bag of clothes which would do them for overnight at the hotel Del Rey.  Murdoch had been assured by the steward it was the best hotel in town. 

Walking down the gangplank, they decided to walk the four short blocks to the hotel.  The cobblestone street made walking a little rough, but it felt good to walk after close to a week on the ship. Murdoch carried both bags and Maria threaded her arm through his.

Checking in, they asked for baths to be sent to the room followed by lunch.  “I want to go out and explore,” Maria stated.

Murdoch agreed and said, “right after lunch.”

The port city was just waking up from siesta when Murdoch and Maria walked slowly along the main street looking at shops.  “In here,” Maria said as she tugged her husband’s arm, bringing him reluctantly into a shop he normally wouldn’t set foot in.

He peered over Maria’s shoulder to look at the soft linen gown Maria was fingering.  “I could add lace to this and it would make a fine christening gown. What do you think?” She held the gown up for him to see. “My grandmother taught me how to tat lace.  It could be exquisite.” She added.

 ”¿cuanto por esto?” He asked the shop keeper.

“Son quatro dólares.” The shop keeper boldly stated.

” de más. No Pagaré más de tres dólares.” Murdoch replied shaking his head.

“ ¡Ah, me estás robando! Tres dólares! Cinco dólares.”

Seeing Maria silently pleading with him, he counted out five dollars, even though he felt it was still too high, the price was nothing compared to Maria’s pleasure in acquiring a christening gown for their child.

“Gracias Murdoch.  Our son will be beautiful in this gown.”

Happy that Maria was happy, they went back out into the warm sunshine to complete their circuit of the Main Street.

Their ship made two more stops, one in Mazatlan and another overnight in San Diego before sailing into Monterey.  Murdoch was grateful the seas were calm and Maria didn’t experience any seasickness.  As they approached the bay of Monterey, they were thrilled to see schools of dolphin swimming in the wake of the ship.  They delighted in their antics as they leapt into the air before disappearing again into the dark blue sea.

The Panama set a record of seventeen days from Panama to Monterey and both travelers were relieved to land on solid ground in Monterey. 

With a sigh of contentment, Maria lowered herself into a tub filled with perfectly warmed water, laced with lavender oil.  This large tub had been exported to California from the east and was large enough she felt she could swim in it.  With water lapping at her collar bones, she explored the tiny bulge and felt content.

Chapter Ten 

Maria sighed as she walked with Murdoch along the dusty street of Morro Coyo.  They’d arrived by stage last night after a long stage ride from Monterey to San Jose.  She felt grimy and dusty but knew that once Murdoch completed his business, they would be heading to the ranch.  She felt a thrill of excitement wash over her at finally getting to her new home.  She unconsciously touched her stomach secure in her knowledge that her baby was safe and secure.

“In here.” Murdoch prompted guiding her into the store. 

“Señor Lancer!  You have returned.”  The slightly overweight woman exclaimed as she hurried over to greet him.  She was followed by her husband who was bowing slightly and smiling.

Speaking in Spanish, Murdoch replied,  “Si, I have returned.  I am pleased to introduce you to my wife, Señora Lancer.  Maria, this is Señor and Señora Baldemero.”

Señor Baldemero recovered first and stepped forward smiling, “Mucho gusto.   Señora it is our pleasure to meet you.  Welcome to our humble store.  If there is something we do not have, we will make every effort to acquire it for you.”

Señora Baldermero nodded, but didn’t step forward to welcome the new arrival.

“Gracias,” Maria replied, “I am sure I will be a frequent visitor to your store and I thank you for the welcome. Today, I am looking for some silk so I can tat lace.”

Señora Baldermero stepped forward and said, “follow me. We have a fine selection of silk, but also the more modern cotton thread.”

Seeing Maria absorbed in thread, he bade Senor Baldermero goodbye, adding, “I’ll be back shortly.”

Murdoch headed to the land office to pay off a note that was coming due in in a couple of months. He’d taken out a loan to finance his trip east and though the money he got for the bull would have paid off the note, having the extra from Maria’s dowry helped a great deal.  He was determined to put the balance to the best use to grow the ranch.  He’d spent quite a bit of time staring at the ocean on the journey home thinking about it.  He was going to use some to buy better bloodlines and there was a neighboring ranch he wanted to buy now that he had the funds.  The rest he would keep for future investment.

He was followed by the two men Maria’s father sent to ensure safe passage.  While they hadn’t encountered any trouble the two men proved to be pleasant and skilled.  They walked with him to the office and then left him to go rent a buggy and a couple of horses so they could leave for the ranch as soon as his business was taken care of.

Folding the receipt for payment in full, he put it into his inside coat pocket. He heard his name called, “Oh Murdoch,  I’m so happy you’re back.”

“Marcy, it’s good to see you again,” he replied as she took hold of his arm.

“Can we go somewhere to talk?” she asked.  “I’ve been thinking a lot about your proposal.”

Murdoch swallowed and was relieved to see that the street was deserted. He escorted her into señora Garcia’s Café

“Would you like something to eat?” he asked.

”No nothing, but perhaps a cup of tea would be nice.”

In Spanish, he asked señora Garcia, “do you have tea?”

“Si, I will bring tea for the señorita, would you like something?”

He started to say no, but changed his mind and asked for a cup of coffee

“Marcy,” he said as at the same time she said his name.

“You go first”, he promoted.

“I’ve been thinking a lot about what you said before you left,” she blurted out. ”I will marry you. I know my father wants me to marry Tom Dane, but it’s you I can’t get out of my mind.”

Murdoch felt his heart sink to his stomach. Before he left, she turned him down. “Marcy, I’m afraid my circumstances have changed.”

Marcy frowned.  “What do you mean?”

“I’ve married. When I left, I was under the impression you were going to marry Dane.”

She looked shocked.  Her hands trembled as she tried to collect herself.

“Drink some of your tea,” he suggested.

She took a sip and set the cup. “Married.  How? Who? When?” She stammered. Then she asked,  “where’s your son?”

“I had to leave him with his grandfather. The rest is too complicated to go into right now. Maria and I met and we married very quickly.  You’ll meet her soon, but we just arrived and we need to get going to the ranch.”

They stood up, he put a hand gently on her arm and said, “I wish you the best Marcy, always.” She nodded, and they walked outside.  “I’ll walk you to your buggy,” he offered.

”No, that’s all right. I’m going to meet my mother at Baldemaros,” She answered.

Murdough closed his eyes for a moment at the disaster that he could see unfolding and found no way to avoid.  Sure enough Maria was coming toward him and wouldn’t you know it, Marcy’s mother was just a few steps behind her.

Time to take the bull by the horns, he thought as he took couple long steps to reach Maria.  “Darling, I’d like to introduce you to an old friend, Marcy Adams. Marcy, this is my wife señora Maria Lancer.”

“Murdoch, you’re back.”

“Hello Mrs. Adams.  We’ve just returned. We plan to head out to the ranch shortly.”.

”We?”

“Yes, this is my wife Maria Lancer. Maria, this is Mrs. Adam’s.  She’s Marcy’s mother.”

“Your wife?“

Before Murdoch could reply, Maria straightened up her full 5‘2“ frame and said, “yes Murdoch is my beloved husband.” While she said this Maria was giving Marcy the once over.

Deciding it was time to go, he said, “If you ladies will forgive us, we have a long drive to the ranch.”  He was grateful to see the rented buggy coming toward them.

He escorted Maria away from the two ladies while at the same time feeling daggers aimed at his back.

Once they were well away from the mother and daughter, Maria took hold of his arm. “Stop, who is that girl?”

“You don’t need to worry about her Maria.”

“I’m not worried about her. I’m worried about you.  She was very familiar toward you, and you her. I deserve to know.”

Murdoch realized that Maria had steered him toward the fountain in the square so he escorted her to one of the stone benches in the shade and sat with her holding her hand

“My darling, there’s nothing between us.   At one time I talked to Marcy about marrying me, but she turned me down. I swear to you, I have no feelings toward her.”

“Are you sure?” she asked.

“I’m positive. When I compare how I feel about you to how I felt about her, there is no comparison. I realize that I was trying to replace something that I lost instead of cherishing what I was gaining.  Maria my darling you are everything to me. These weeks traveling together, getting to know you has made me realize I do love you.  That’s a hard thing for a man like me to admit, but it’s true.”

“Oh Murdoch, that makes me so very happy.  Can we leave now?  I don’t want to spend another minute in this town.”

“Yes darling, Let’s go home.”

The end
July 2025

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