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MACHO CABALLO

PART 2:  CHAPTER DIEZ Y OCHO

BEAR HUGS




ALL THE GOOD NEWS YOU CAN BEAR:

Clouds had formed later that morning, and the wind now had a 
bite to it.

Alboro came ambling along the road as the travellers rested 
in the shelter of an outcropping of stone.  

“Old man, go home,” said Wolfwalker, “You will only slow us 
down.”

“I haven't yet,” smiled Alboro, “You should go on and make 
the pass before the rains come.”

“There are guards at the pass,” explained Ramon.

“They have the pass blocked,” said Wolfwalker, “We must go 
around.   There is a ravine back down the hill which will 
take us to their rear.”

For a while there was a trail which followed the streambed.  
Eventually the banks became so steep that they led their 
horses out of the waterworn causeway to struggle alongside 
it, fearing a possible flashflood from the gathering 
rainclouds upslope.  When a bluff blocked their way, Sandy 
found a low bank and led the horses back across the dry 
streambed.  Alboro rested on a boulder while Ramon paused a 
moment to look back down the trail.

“What are you looking for?” Red Cloud asked, “You are just 
staring at the sky.”

“I do not know,” admitted Ramon, “Maybe eagles.  I thought I 
saw movement back down the hill.”

“Have you thought about what your sister will be like?” she 
wondered.

“Well, yes.”

Red Cloud wrinkled her nose.  "Are you not concerned about 
what your sister will think when she finds she has a half-
brother?"

"Well, I..." began Ramon, then a cloud drifted across his 
face,  "Are you teasing me again?" he demanded.

"When I am, I will tell you," promised Red Cloud with a 
grin. She climbed down the bank. 

Ramon followed her, then turned back to his grandfather.

“Come on, Abuelo,” said Ramon, “We need to go on.  I'll help 
you down the bank.”  As he waited for the old man to climb 
down from his seat, a feeling of uneasiness came upon him.  
He edged higher on the bank and listened carefully.  The 
gravel of the bank shivered, and the earth beneath him 
seemed to shudder.  

Ramon scrambled back up the bank as tons of water came 
cascading down the streambed.

“Good thing you weren't out in the middle of that!” cried 
Alboro, over the roar of the cascading water.

Through the spray and the mist of the thundering flood, 
Ramon could see his compatriots waving to him.  He waved 
back and indicated that he would wait for the water to 
recede.

“We have to find a way on up,” Alboro told him, “There is a 
squad of soldiers following our trail.” 

“I thought I saw movement down there, earlier,” said Ramon, 
“We must hurry before they get here.”  He motioned to Sandy 
that he would meet them up the stream where the water might 
not be so deep.

There were handholds in the rock, so they climbed.  Higher, 
the cliff face leveled onto a rugged table broken by chasms.  
Clambering over tree trunks washed down by the stream in 
previous floods, they found their way blocked by a 
depression too wide to jump, with the roaring stream on one 
side and a vertical wall on the other.  

There was a bear, once upon a time, which strayed too close 
to an edge.  This single act of carelessness caused her to 
slide, bawling and clawing, into a hole near the stream.  
Fortunately for her, the hole was quite dry.  She could be 
comfortable here, for the stone floor was cool in the shade 
away from the punishing sun for most of the day.  She could 
also starve in here, for there was no way out.  There were 
cracks on the sides of the hole, wide enough for a man to 
slip through but alas, too constrictive for a bear.  As a 
result she was moderately upset.  The scarred walls of the 
hole bore mute testimony to the way she felt, for she had 
tried to climb them many times.  They were too steep and she 
could find no purchase to pull herself from her prison.

It was the third day.  She was thirsty, hungry, and worried.  
About this time she heard a noise, and over the edge of the 
hole appeared a couple of strange creatures.

“We'll have to find a way out the other side,” said Ramon, 
as he prepared to help Alboro down into the hole.  The walls 
of the depression were very steep but there appeared to be a 
narrow exit on the far side.

“I am too old for this climbing,” complained Alboro. 

“You insisted on coming along,” said Ramon, “Now you will 
have to keep up with us.”

“I have a twinge,” said Alboro.

“Will you quit complaining and get down there?  We are 
falling behind, and those soldiers will be here any minute.”

“There is a... Yow!” cried Alboro.  There was a thump and a 
rasp of claws as a large bear's paw scraped past the ledge 
where Alboro had been kneeling.  Alboro bolted to his feet 
and looked around from behind Ramon.

“You moved fast enough,” said Ramon, “What's the matter?”  
He bent over the edge and saw the large shaggy bear trying 
to scramble out of the pit.  “Ayyy, caramba!” he breathed as 
he moved back away from the edge, tripping over Alboro in 
the process.

“What are you going to do about this?” wondered Alboro.

“When did it become *my* problem?” asked Ramon.

“Well, *I* can't handle her,” said the old man, showing his 
empty hands.

“You could talk him to death,” suggested Ramon.

“We had better do something, we can't stay here!” snapped 
Alboro, “Those soldiers are not far behind.”

Ramon looked back down the trail.  Sure enough, there were 
men coming far below.

“If I could get his attention for a moment, you could jump 
down there and get him with your knife,” suggested Alboro.

“I don't think so,” growled Ramon.  He sat at the edge of 
the pit and stared at the bear.  It reared on it hind legs, 
looking up at him with wide eyes.  There was froth streaming 
from its lips as the bear tried again to scramble up the 
sheer side of the pit.  For a moment, the bear paused and 
met his gaze, then it attempted to scale the wall again.  
Ramon sat and puzzled.  He had less than a half-hour before 
the soldiers arrived.  He sat and stared at the bear and 
tried to figure out what the bear would do  if he climbed 
down into the hole.  The answer to that was simple.  The 
bear was frantic and angry.  It would kill him without a 
moment's hesitation.  He could not kill the bear with only a 
knife.  So he sat and stared at the beast, and the bear 
watched him.

The bear kept her gaze on the food walking about above her, 
pacing back and forth across the stone floor of the pit.  
She could almost reach the creature.  One swipe and she 
could feast.  If only it would quit looking at her and come 
closer...

Alboro lent his voice of encouragement.  “Kill the bear,” he 
suggested, “Then you can go through the hole in the other 
side of the pit that the bear cannot get through.”

“There is no way I can kill a bear!” cried Ramon.

“The soldiers are getting close.  Stupid boy!” declared the 
old man, “Are you trying to get caught?”

“Only one thing to do,” said Ramon.  He went back to the 
pile of driftwood and lifted the heaviest tree trunk he 
could hoist.  The wood was gnarled and bent, but he managed 
to lift on his shoulders.

“Good thinking!” cried Alboro, “That would make an excellent 
club!  Use the timber to hit the bear!  Now, that is 
bright!”

Ramon glanced at him in annoyance, then dropped the 
treetrunk into the pit.  He went back and got another log 
and did the same, then went for another.

“You are wasting your time,” complained the old man.

“Listen.  I have a plan.  If I can get the bear up out of 
the pit, we can...”

Suddenly, the bear swarmed up the timbers and and rolled 
onto the ledge, almost on top of them.  Eager for prey and 
weak from thirst, the bear lunged clumsily and missed 
Alboro, getting tangled in the underbrush.  This was the 
chance they needed.  There was frantic confusion as Ramon 
almost threw Alboro down ahead of him and scrambled down the 
timbers which the bear had just climbed.  Disregarding the 
improvised ladder, the bear dove off the side of the pit and 
stunned itself against the floor.  While she staggered 
dazedly, they ran for the other side of the pit and dove 
through the hole with inches to spare, onto a shallow ledge 
which led upward.

“Why did you do something like that?” demanded Alboro, who 
had moved very spryly for a tired old man, “That was stupid!  
She could have killed you!”

“Perhaps,” gasped Ramon, “But by letting him out of the 
hole, I got what I wanted, which was to get us past him.  He 
got what he wanted, which was to escape from the hole.”

“Hmmmph!” snorted Alboro, “So you think everybody got what 
they wanted, eh?”

“Oh, no, not really,” smiled Ramon, as sounds of surprise 
and alarm came from beyond the wall of the pit, back down 
the way they had come, “Those soldiers didn't get what they 
wanted, I don't think!”

“It was a she-bear,” said Alboro, “Pay more attention.”



THE LONG VIEW:

From the heights two figures watched the small group 
progress through the drifting mist and clouds.

“I say the centuries have addled your brain,” said the 
stouter man, a husky bronzed warrior with his hair tied with 
eagle feathers, “That and the sun, because of that 
rediculous habit of plucking your hair which you picked up 
from that western tribe.”

Kaliche snapped his fingers and the rain ceased for yards 
around them  “I do nothing without reason,” he said, “And 
the least action which I take is as delicately considered as 
the greatest.  I don't make mistakes.”

“I see.  That is why you enlisted those untrained brawlers, 
gave them weapons and armor meant for worthier men, and let 
them get brushed aside like back alley sweepings?”

The bald man nodded.  “Just so,” he said, “It is part of a 
greater plan.”

“A greater plan.  And that is what you said when we hopped a 
ride on those flimsy canoes out of Phonecea.  This 'plan' 
includes the girl, I suppose?”

“The plan includes *a* girl.  A maiden of a particular 
lineage.  Except that she was supposed to be carrying a 
totem, a talisman.  The boy we had at the puebla surprised 
me.  He had the presence of...” he paused, “I am not certain 
who he represents.  No one would be foolish enough to oppose 
me.”

“You need no one to oppose you.  Not when you are a force 
against yourelf and anyone who is with you.  Why you even 
attacked ME!”

Kaliche squinted and the corners of his lips rose a tiny 
bit.  “You were about to kill the boy,” he said.

“Ah, yes.  The boy.  What matter is *he*, if he does not 
have the talisman?  He was in the way.”

“I have forgiven you that, my friend.  No, that was not the 
girl I seek.  But he was of the *lineage*.  I could read it 
in his actions - he thought himself an only child, but down 
deep he was aware of another.  So, I wait.  I do nothing 
without reason.”

“That is very magnanimous of you, forgiving me.  It was 
*you* who turned his lightning on me,” the husky man shifted 
his weapons as he moved closer to the precipice.  When the 
drizzle started again outside the fringe of Kaliche's spell, 
the warrior fixed him with a glare and motioned him closer 
with a jerk of his head.



“We need this other girl,” said Kaliche as he strolled over, 
“The future of the world depends on her.  If we fail - 
everything ends.”



A NECESSARY THING:

They tarried for the night in the shelter of a small bluff 
overlooking the trail they would be taking in the morning.  
After tending to the horses, they bedded down and watched 
the embers of the fire pop and hiss.  Eventually, Alboro 
carried his pot of coffee water off into the shadows, 
returning with his hands empty.  Ramon saw Red Cloud drift 
away moments later.  Her disappearance was punctuated by the 
sound of the iron pot clanging onto the stones and the 
whickering of horses as they pulled at their restraints in 
unease.

“Something's spooking the horses,” said Sandy, as he went to 
uncover his musket.  Estrellita was sleeping soundly beyond 
the campfire.

“It is nothing,” said Alboro, “Don't worry about it.”

“It is all right,” Ramon assured Sandy, “Just some 
scavengers nosing about.”

“I thought I heard... Sunnovagun!”  blurted Sandy as a 
piercing yowl tore across the night.

“Jaguar, heading the other way,” said Alboro, “Won't bother 
us.”

After Sandy had settled back, using his saddle for a pillow, 
Ramon followed Alboro as he went out and refilled the pot, 
this time with cold water.

“All right, what is going on?” demanded Ramon.

“I will tell you a thing about your sacred form,” said 
Alboro as he set the pot precariously near the edge of the 
huge rock.

“I don't want to hear it!” growled Ramon.  He glared stonily 
at the darkened mesas, until curiousity got the better of 
caution.  “What were you going to tell me?” he asked.

“Once in a while, you must take the sacred form.  It is 
required.”

“No way!” declared Ramon, “I am free of that stuff out here!  
There is almost no water at all, certainly less hot water.  
I don't have to change unless I want to, and I don't want 
to!”

“You don't have a choice, really,” the old man mused, “It is 
a part of receiving a sacred form.”

“Getting cursed, you mean.”

“Whatever.  Anyway, now and then you must assume the sacred 
form.”

“Or what?”

“Or you will assume the sacred form, anyway.  Whether you 
want to or not.”

“Not me!”

“How did you get the sacred...”

“Will you quit calling it that?  It is not an honor for me 
to have to become a weak female!”

Alboro made a long face and continued, “You got the 'curse' 
because you smarted off to the spirits at the spring, didn't 
you?”

Ramon looked away and nodded.

“You have almost no control over when you change; when you 
are splashed with hot water, you will change.  The longer 
you wait, the less control you will have.  Until now, it 
took hot water to activate the 'curse'.  Soon, the water 
will not have to be so hot.  Eventually, rain drops will do 
the trick.”

“Oh, no,” groaned Ramon.

“Of course, once you change over, you must remain in the 
sacred form for a while, before you change back.”

“How do you know so much about it?  I've seen you spill hot 
coffee on yourself, so you aren't cursed!”

Alboro gave him a sidelong glance.  “Are you so sure?” he 
asked.

Ramon watched him for a moment.  “Forget it,” he finally 
growled.

“I will if you will,” promised the old man.

Wolfwalker showed up later.  “Where is Red Cloud?” he 
demanded.

“You mean you do not know?” asked Ramon.

“She went for a walk,” smiled Alboro.

“A walk?  I heard a jaguar out there.  You let her go out 
when... there... was... oh,” he paused for a moment as the 
facts seeped into focus, “Why did she do that?” he wondered.

“It was something she felt she had to do,” said Ramon.



THE LEGEND BEGINS:

They were through the mountains and descending into the 
rugged arid plain when evening came upon them.  The rains 
had let up earlier and they were hot, tired, and dusty.

“Oh, I can't wait until I can get some hot water,” yawned 
Estrellita.

Sandy was immediately alert.  “What happens when you get hot 
water?” he wondered.

“Why, I take a bath, of course!”  Estrellita grinned 
mischievously, “I didn't know you were interested in that!”

Sandy's face burned crimson.  “I'm not!” he stammered, “It 
is just that..  that... you know...”

“And you thought *I* would change into something else?” she 
leaned closer to watch him squirm.  “What should I turn 
into?” she wondered, and stretched her appraising gaze into 
a mock stare of shock.  “Oh!” she said, looking into Sandy's 
face, “Wow...”  She opened her eyes very wide and breathed, 
“Woooooooh!”

“Aa.a.a.a.a!!” cried Sandy as he drove his horse ahead and 
out of sight.

“I wish you wouldn't tease him,” Ramon admonished her, “He 
is very bashful.”

“But he blushes so easily!” grinned the rancherita, “I love 
it!”


Their horses pulled a little faster when they neared a town.  
They scented feed and water, and shelter for the night.  It 
was easier for the horses.  Almost everyone respected 
horses.

They came to a hostel, a prosperous appearing establishment 
which catered to the traffic on the road running east and 
west through the mountains.  Alboro accompanied Ramon into 
the building to talk to the innkeeper.

"We were hoping to spend the night indoors," said Ramon, "We 
have been travelling two days, and we have a long way to 
go."

The innkeeper was sitting at a table, papers and bills 
spread before him.  "Sit down, please," he said.  "I do not 
have a room for even one of you, much less for an entire 
party.  We are making repairs."

"We would sleep outside," said Ramon, "We just want to take 
a bath and get cleaned up."

"Perhaps we could find a place for the senorita," said the 
innkeeper with a shrug, "A pity you did not come alone, just 
you and your abuelo and the senorita.  If we could, we would  
find a room for your Yanquis, for they usually pay well.  
But your other companions are Indian.  We never have room 
for Indians."  He looked away from them as an excited child 
slammed through the door.  "Luiz!  What is the matter?"


------

Earlier that day, the bear had crawled out of the pit and 
approached the soldiers as they ascended the trail. Although 
several man-creatures vanished back down the trail without 
waiting for her to get close, one stood still and played 
with a long stick.  Curious, the bear paced closer until the 
man-creature began to back away, waving the stick in alarm.  
He stumbled over a chunk of driftwood and there was a 
thunderous bang which hurt her ears.  The startled bear 
bawled in alarm and fled.

Since then she had fed on grubs and a hapless rabbit.  
Fortune brought her the spoor of the man-creatures from the 
pit, and curiousity made her follow it.  Now she had come 
upon the village where children played.

She became uncertain about the noise they made when they saw 
her and was about to spin around and depart when she smelled 
a familiar odor from the inn.  So she decided to sit down 
and look about for a while, not realizing that there were 
children trapped against the stable building.  One of the 
man-children had run toward the house while the rest hid in 
fear.

---------------

"Papa!  Come quick!  A bear is about to eat us!" Luiz cried.

Ramon’s chair clattered across the floor as he jumped to his 
feet and pushed the boy out of the way.  He was out of the 
door before he thought.  The innkeeper hastily pulled an 
ancient blunderbus from the wall and tried unsuccessfully to 
load it.  He scattered gunpowder over the floor as his hands 
shook in fear.

"Give me your lance!" Ramon called to Wolfwalker, "I think
that bear has followed us!"

The bear reared back upon his haunches, watching Ramon's 
approach.

Wolfwalker tossed his lance to Ramon.  "You should not face 
a bear empty-handed," he said.  He readied his bow and a  
quiver of red-fletched arrows and stood to one side.

Ramon caught the lance.  "I don't think he looks dangerous, 
but you must be ready," he said, "If I cannot scare him 
away, I am going to need help."

Ramon came as close as he dared, getting between the bear 
and the villagers.

“Go away!” he shouted at the bear, “Leave us alone!”

The bear regarded him, the creature she considered to be 
potential food.  The food was making alarm noises, but the 
sounds were noises of anger and annoyance instead of panic. 
It was not very frightened, merely excited.

“I helped you and you helped me!” continued Ramon, as he 
waved the lance, “We are even!  Go away!”

“You are trying to reason with a bear?” asked Wolfwalker.

The bear gazed about as if in contemplation.  The man-
creature was acting confidently, although she could sense a 
modicum of fear from him.  There were too many of the man-
creatures around, with more coming.  She remembered meeting 
the man-creature who made loud, painful noises with the 
stick. That one had stood up to her and had not run away.

She came to a decision.  She had fed earlier.  She was not 
hungry enough to take a chance.  With a -whuff- the bear 
lowered onto all fours and turned away.

Ramon was conscious of many eyes watching him as he rejoined 
the others.

“We will have a room made ready immediately.  And how would 
you like your meals?”  the innkeeper practically bowed.

“Senorita, who is this man?” Luiz, the boy who had run for 
help asked of Estrellita.

“Why that is *Macho* Caballo,” smiled Estrellita impishly, 
with the tiniest trace of irritation in her voice.

“Don't tell them that!” Ramon said, “I have had enough 
trouble with that name back home!”

“I would like for you to be a little less brave and a little 
more smart,” she snapped, “At this rate you won't live long 
enough to find your sister!”



PREPARATIONS:

   Willow Woman stood back a pace to get a better look and
   smiled, pleased with her handiwork.  “You could win the
   heart of any young man,” she said, “You should be proud
   that the chief's son has found you worthy.”

   Lucha tugged the hairbow into a more comfortable
   position. Her suitor had mussed it earlier, and she was
   still angry at him.  “He takes too many liberties,” she
   said, “This morning he was bragging about how he would
   remove my maiden's bow and burn it.”

   “He would not do that,” said her foster mother, “That
   would be very unwise.”

   “Who said he was wise?  Mother, I am not happy about
   you trying to arrange a marriage.  I do not like this
   person.”

   “You have always been outspoken,” Willow Woman sighed,
   “We have already discussed this.  It is best for us
   all.  The tribe needs your strength, and he is both
   strong and brave.”

   Lucha said, “I have not yet announced my willingness to
   seek a husband, and if... when I do, there may be
   others who apply.”

   Willow Woman applied her attention to her weaving and
   said, “There will be only one for you to consider.”

   Lucha ducked to enter the lodge and brushed against the
   pendant as it dangled near the doorway.  The motion of
   the necklace sent cold chills down her spine and made
   her stomach uneasy, so she put away her comb and
   hurried outside again.



BEDDING DOWN:

Ramon stretched hugely.  “Oh, man, I am beat!  I can’t wait 
to take a bath!”

He noticed Sandy looking at him with one eyebrow cocked.

“With *cold* water!” Ramon snapped.

Sandy covered his ears.  “I don’t wanta hear it,” he said.




CHAPTER DIEZ Y OCHO:  END