Shaman Winter (39 page)

You construct the dream, set the stage, he heard don Eliseo's instructions.

He tried to direct the dream toward the bleak and desolate Bosque Redondo where hundreds of Navajos lay dying from hunger, disease—and the worst sickness, the separation they felt from their homeland. To be out of the circle of their homeland was to be separated from their guardian spirits.

Billy? Sonny called in the web of dream.

A shadow came toward him, a stout man holding a carbine in one hand. Behind him his sorrel stallion pawed the ground.

Billy? Is that you?

No, hijo, soy tu bisabuelo.

Sonny twitched, startled. His bisabuelo? Elfego Baca? Yes, it was him, his great-grandfather, the famed lawman of Socorro County.

Bisabuelo? Is it you?

In flesh and blood, Elfego Baca replied, wiping his thick mustache with his hand.

I can't believe I'm really talking to you.

Pues, here I am. Carne y hueso y un nervio en el pescuezo. Time to ride.

To Fort Sumner?

No, south.

But Rita's dream. The Navajos are in Fort Sumner, and Raven is there! The Bringer of Curses is killing the babies. I gotta go see if I can help Rita.

Hijo, Elfego said, don't you know that sonomabiche Raven doesn't stay in one dream for long. He's gone down to Columbus, New Mexico. Pancho Villa is threatening to cross the border and attack a town on this side. If I know Raven, he's going to try something. We have to warn Pancho!

Why attack Columbus?

They goaded him into doing something by putting Soledad, his querida, in jail. She was coming over the frontera to work for the gringos, and the army figured if they arrested her and put her in jail, Pancho will come for her. Don't you see, they want him to cross the border! The U.S. will use it as an excuse to take more of México's territory. They'll send Black Jack Pershing after him, and the general will take over México's northern mines.

But I thought Pancho Villa was your enemy? Sonny said.

Pancho my enemy? That's just a story the newspapers made up. Look, in the New Mexico territory a man has to learn to play both sides. In the spring of 1911 Madero's army, with Villa's help, defeated the Díaz forces at Ciudad Juárez. That toppled the Díaz regime, and Díaz fled to France. Madero became president of México. Anyway, I was in El Paso, and right after the battle Pancho asked me to deliver some rifles to him. The border was blocked, I couldn't get across, so Pancho thought I let him down. After that he claimed I stole one of his prized Mauser rifles.

Elfego laughed and held up the rifle. Well, I did keep one of the Mauser's—as pay. But Pancho got so mad that he offered a reward for me. But that's in the past. We've been good friends ever since. Now he's as mad as a castrated bull, and he wants to do this pendejada. He's only going to get himself killed. Vamos! Let's ride!

The stocky Elfego Baca was surprisingly swift on his feet. In one leap he mounted the sorrel stallion, calling for Sonny to mount the red mare.

Viva Villa! he cried, and they slapped leather and rode south, along the Río Grande, past Belén, Socorro, where they stopped to eat and rest, and then on to Hot Springs and south.

On March 9, 1916, a very weary and hungry Elfego Baca and his great-grandson Sonny Baca rode into the small desert town of Columbus, New Mexico, a stone's throw from the Mexican border. From the distance they had seen the smoke rising into the clear blue sky. Gunshots echoed as Villa's ragged army rode up and down the main street, firing on anything that moved. Eight citizens of the United States lay dead or dying in the streets.

We're too late, Elfego Baca cried. Pancho's here! I'll check the cantina, you look around!

The tattered remnants of Villa's Mexican troops rode up and down the main street, firing into the air, laying torches to buildings, venting their anger on the quiet border town. The U.S. had aided Carranza's army and defeated Villa in the battle of Agua Prieta at Hermoso, and a defeated and brooding Villa had retreated to the Sierra Madre to lick his wounds. Hunger stalked the camp, and so the women snuck across the border, seeking work to feed their families.

Sonny spurred his horse down the street and reared to a halt in front of the jail. The man entering the jailhouse was none other than Francisco “Pancho” Villa, the great general of the Mexican Revolution; Sonny jumped off his horse and followed him in.

The deputy in charge fired at Villa, missed, and Villa fired back, hitting him in the arm. He grabbed the deputy's pistol and the jail keys and rushed to open the cell door.

The woman who rushed into Pancho's arms was Soledad.

Amor, she hugged and kissed him. Gracias a Dios! Por qué me tratan como crimen los Americanos?

Los pinche bolillos no quieren al Mexicano, Pancho replied. Then, sensing Sonny behind him, he turned and aimed his rifle.

Sonny held up his hands. No despare! Soy amigo!

Quién eres?

Francisco Elfego Baca, bisnieto de Elfego Baca.

Bisnieto de Elfego Baca, my old compañero. Villa smiled. Well I'll be a sonomagón. How is old Elfego?

He's fine. Right now he's looking for you, trying to stop you from this pendejada—I mean, from this raid.

Ah, this is nothing, Villa motioned with his rifle, his other hand still around Soledad's waist. To get my woman back, I would take on the entire United States Army! Maybe I will anyway, and get our land back from the gringos!

He looked out the jailhouse window at the burning town. Maybe it's no longer up to us to take it back. Maybe you Chicanos will have to do the thing. He was contemplative only for a second, then looked at Soledad. Forgive my manners. This is my beloved, Soledad. I came for her.

Soledad smiled. Con mucho gusto.

El gusto es mío, Sonny replied.

We can no longer support our women in las montañas, Villa explained. There is nothing to eat. The traitors who sold México banished us to the mountains. Soledad and other women come here to work, and the law—if that's what we can call it—threw her in jail for being illegal. Can you imagine that? They say she crossed the border illegally. What is illegal? That border is illegal, because it was bought and sold by thieves! Politicians made that border, not la gente! He spit. I do not respect the border of scoundrels! And if they threaten my woman, then I will make a revolution!

Sonny agreed. To protect one's woman and familia was to be macho, and Pancho Villa had just earned his respect. He was about to speak when he felt someone enter. He felt the hair along the back of his neck rise. He turned and faced Raven.

Raven!

Raven's evil smile spread across his thin lips. Vengo por Soledad, he said.

Pájaro desgraciado! Villa cursed and stepped in front of Soledad. Before he could reach his pistol, Raven fired.

The bullet hit Pancho's shoulder and spun him around. He fell to the floor, a curse of “hijo de la chingada” on his lips, blood streaming from the wound. Soledad screamed and knelt at his side.

Sonny jumped to face Raven.

Do you think you can stop me? Raven said. You can't even order your dreams. I create them! And I have brought you here to see me take your Mexican grandmother. Now I have the four: Indian, Spanish, Mexican, and—

No! Sonny shouted, struggling forward to stop Raven. I stopped you in Fort Sumner, I can stop you here!

Raven laughed. Do you
really
think you've learned to play a role in your dreams? You have no guide to help you. He struck and Sonny fell to the edge of his dream, a world half-light, half-shade.

“Bisabuelo,” Sonny whispered, clinging to the dream he felt slipping away, knowing if he didn't face Raven now, he would take Soledad.

Outside, a roaring wind whipped dust and smoke into the brazen sky, and Sonny couldn't tell if the storm blew
in
the dream or
outside
the hospital wall.

He's dead! All your ancestors are dead!

No, Sonny sobbed.

And your child is dead!

My child!

Yes! Where was your don Eliseo when you needed him? He grasped Soledad's arm and pulled her away, she resisting and screaming but no match for Raven. On the floor a bleeding Pancho Villa struggled to rise to his feet, but he, too, was no match for Raven's power.

In the wind Sonny heard Raven's final words. Don Eliseo's the only one who could help you. Now you will die, Sonny Baca!

“No!” Sonny shouted with a start.

“Amor, amor,” Rita said, reaching for him. “You fell asleep.”

He blinked and looked around to remind himself he was in the hospital room with Rita.

“Raven?” Rita asked.

Sonny nodded. The images of the dream were still clear. Raven had stolen the fourth grandmother, and as Raven taunted in the dream, it meant Sonny's death.

That meant another girl was missing!

“I have to call Lorenza,” Sonny said, making an excuse. He took the phone from the nightstand, dialed his number, and pushed the number of his answering machine.

As he feared, the frightened voice of a woman sounded on the tape. “Mr. Baca, my name is Dolores Saavedra. You don't know me, but your name and number were given to us by the police chief. Mr. Sam Garcia. We hate to bother you, but we want to hire you. Our daughter Celeste … We have read about the missing girls, and we're afraid for her. We're turning to you for help. She's in a play.… We're with her every night … at the Kimo Theater—”

A harsh screeching sound interrupted the message as the tape ground to a halt.

24

“What is it?” Rita asked. Sonny looked pale. “Lorenza's probably on her way, she didn't answer.” He had to lie, and he was saved from further explanation by Lorenza entering the room.

“Buenas noches,” she said, coming around the curtain to greet Rita. She held Rita, and Rita sobbed on her shoulder.

“Oh, Lore, I'm so glad to see you. Both of you. I didn't mean for this—”

“Sh,” Lorenza comforted her. “It's going to be all right. Look, I went by your place and brought your robe, a few other things. And I called the restaurant and talked to Marta. She'll close up. She sent her prayers.”

“Thanks, thanks for everything. I feel helpless—”

“You've been through a lot.”

“And you need to rest,” the nurse said, entering the room. “This young lady is under strict doctor's orders to get a lot of rest. We have a lounge down the hall where you can wait—”

“When can she go home?” Sonny asked.

The nurse shrugged. “Doctor sees her tomorrow. I think after that.”

“I'll be ready to go.”

“And we'll be here for you,” Sonny promised, kissing her.

“I wish you didn't have to go.”

“Hey, you got me for life. But you have to rest, nurse's orders. We'll be here first thing in the morning. The important thing is for you to rest. Get a good night's sleep. Okay?”

Rita nodded. “I love you.…”

“And I love you, amor.” Sonny kissed her again; she smiled, then closed her eyes.

“She's going to be all right,” Lorenza said on the way down the empty hall.

“She looks pale,” he replied, trying to keep his composure, keeping a lid on the anger he felt inside.

They went out into the December night and into a cold wind gusting down from the West Mesa, driving all but the homeless off the streets. On Central Avenue, around Jack's Cantina and the Blood Donor Center, a few shivering figures in shaggy overcoats hurried down the avenue.

Rita was right, Sonny thought as he zippered his jacket. The world had gone cold and dreary. There was misery in the streets, misery in their hearts. The child, their child, seed of their love, was gone, blood flushed away, and Rita had been alone during the frightening experience.

It was cold inside the van. Sonny lifted a few books off the floor and placed them on the counter. In the dim light he read one title:
History of the Navajo
.

Fate or destiny or whatever the uninitiated called the great force of the energy that swept around the world had long ago settled in his soul. It stretched from battles in past times with Raven to Rita's nightmare of the Navajos' Long March.

Lorenza started the van, and as they waited for it to warm up, Sonny told her Rita's nightmare. “Then I dozed off and ran into Raven again.” He told her his nightmare and the abduction of Soledad and the call he had placed to his answering machine.

“He has Owl Woman, Caridad de Anaya, Epifana, and Soledad,” Lorenza said. “And your child,” she whispered.

“And in this life, Consuelo, Catalina, and Carmen. Now he's going after Celeste.” Sonny shivered, not from the cold but from the foreboding sense of time ending that settled in his blood.

“I thought I was learning how to be in the dream and turn him back. Why was I so helpless tonight? He hit me and knocked me out of my dream.”

“He used the strength of the child he just took,” Lorenza whispered.

“How?” he asked. He had guessed as much, but how did Lorenza know?

“Raven is everywhere now, moving freely. The minute I heard about Rita, I suspected—anyway, I really went to Rita's to check the place. I found four black feathers.”

“Damn him!” Sonny cursed, and slammed his fist into the counter. “Damn the sonofabitch! He taunted me in the dream! He couldn't get me, so he went after Rita! God Almighty, what's there left for me to do?”

He lay his head on the counter and sobbed, his pain palpable in the van, the pain of a man who has just lost a child. Lorenza reached out and held him. “There is nothing you could do, Sonny. Once evil works its way into the dream, the only way to stop it is to enter the world of the sorcerer.”

He looked up at her, wiped his eyes. “What do you mean enter his world?”

“You have to go to his dream.”

“How? Tell me how, I'll follow him to hell and make him pay!”

“Only don Eliseo has the power to enter Raven's world. Only he can take you there.”