The Rebel and the Lady. Kathryn Albright

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      Darting a quick look around the bedroom he strode toward them, the sharp planes of his face stern. “Señora Torrez, Victoria—you must get out of here.”

      “But this is my home,” Victoria said, raising her chin. “I will fight for it.”

      His dark eyes flashed as he gripped her shoulders with his long fingers. “I have seen the army. There are too many coming.”

      “And you have made it one more.” She shrugged out of his grasp, not caring that the anger in her voice was audible. How dare he do this! And now she realized the clothes he wore were not those of a common soldier. From the crown of the golden helmet protecting his head all the way to the bottom of his polished black leather boots, authority oozed from every inch of him. Gold epaulets padded both shoulders of his dark blue coat and a sword with a brass hilt hung from his belt. Of course that would be the way of it. He was not a common man, after all, but one of the aristocracy of Mexico.

      “Why, Esteban? Why did you do such a thing? You come now to fight against my family and steal our land? Land that has been ours for generations.”

      His closed expression gave his answer before he spoke. “You had a chance to save this land, and gain more besides. But you refused me, remember? My offer of marriage did not agree with you.”

      Beneath his hard facade she could see the hurt her rejection had caused. In his eyes she caught a glimmer of what looked like…hope.

      Even now.

      “I explained my reason. I will not have my future arranged for me. I will choose my own husband.”

      “Your father has been too lenient with you.”

      “I am his only child. Can you blame him for doting? I know you, Esteban. You would do the same with your daughter.” She’d hoped by being honest they could remain friends. She cared for him—but as a brother.

      Moving to her bureau, she opened a small drawer and removed the engagement ring he had given her on her twenty-first birthday. She held it out until he reluctantly raised his hand for it. As she folded his fingers around the cold metal with her own she beseeched him. “You have always been a good friend. Do not ruin that now.”

      For a moment he struggled with her answer, but then with his hand resting on the brass hilt of his sword, he hardened his jaw. “Now I choose my own path. In honor of my gentleman status, El Presidente has given me a commission in his army. I command a contingent of dragoons.”

      “Then you had better get back to them,” a deep voice said from behind him.

      Esteban spun around, whipping up his pistol as he turned.

      “No!” Victoria jumped forward, pushing the gun to the side. “What are you doing? You know my father! Often you have sat at our table.”

      Esteban pushed her aside, out of his way, but never lost sight of the man before him. “Stay back.” He brought his gun back up and trained it on the man before him.

      Her father spoke first, his voice calm but steely. “Do you come as a friend to this house, Esteban? Or as the enemy?”

      The air charged with electricity as they faced each other—a Tejano believing Tejas deserved its freedom, and a Mexican patriot trying to quell a rebellious uprising, one that threatened to split the country in two. There would never be a middle ground. The time for that had passed long ago.

      Slowly, cautiously, Esteban holstered his gun and removed his hat, tucking it under his arm. Then, in the way of the dons, gentleman to gentleman, he bowed to her father. “Señor Torrez. It is with relief that I find you well.”

      “And you, too, Esteban Castillo,” Father said, making an equally cautious bow.

      “Surely you understand the danger of the situation. You are no longer a young man and there are too many soldiers for you to fight.”

      “Your General Romero has asked politely enough if his army can camp on my land, eat my grain and slaughter my livestock. He, of course, wants the hacienda for himself and his officers. I suppose that means you.” Sarcasm thickened her father’s voice.

      “If you agree to this, he will count you as loyal to Santa Anna and leave you unharmed with only the loss of a few chickens. Refuse him, and you and your family are dead.”

      “I understand these things,” Father growled. “I have considered long on what could happen should he come here, but I was not prepared to see him in winter. What general marches his soldiers at winter’s end when there is little stored grain for food and little protection from the weather?”

      “One who understands the use of surprise as a weapon.”

      Father’s gaze was cold. “Or one who cares little for those he commands.” He turned to contemplate Mama and then her, his face drawn. “I thought he would come by boat, not march so many across this harsh land.”

      She stepped forward, afraid for what she saw in his eyes—so close to despair. “Your way made more sense, Papa.” She took his hand.

      “I thought there was time to take my family to safety in the spring.” He placed his free hand over hers and squeezed. Searching her face, his gaze lighted on her with love—and worry. “But now there is no time.”

      Esteban watched him dispassionately. “Then you know what you must do.”

      Father’s jaw clenched. “I will do what I must to survive this. To keep my family safe.”

      “What are you saying?” Victoria asked. Father was a proud man. He believed in the cause—a free Texas. They had talked of it often in his study and when riding across the ranch together.

      He released her hand. “We will submit.”

      “You would give up everything to protect us?”

      She couldn’t let that happen. His dream was her dream. She loved this land. She couldn’t let him give up his beliefs because of worry for her. “No, Papa. Commancheros, droughts, fires—there have been many enemies over the years. Santa Anna is but one more.”

      “A most formidable one,” Father said, his slight smile only for her. “Don’t worry, pequeñita. I can fight another day.”

      At overhearing the words, Esteban’s brow furrowed. “You must not say such things or when next we meet, one of us will have to kill the other. I do not want to be that man.”

      Father turned, shielding her with his body from Esteban. “We must all choose our side. You have not told me anything I did not already know. Which makes me wonder again—why are you here?”

      Esteban smoothed the feathered plume on his helmet as he considered his reply. With a glance in Victoria’s direction, he said, “Please, señor, I know your daughter will not have me as her husband.” He swallowed hard. “I must respect her decision in this, but still I do not wish to see her hurt. You cannot protect her. Not against so many. СКАЧАТЬ