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Begonia9508 Liz’s dreams are trying to take her some place. Watch as they do.

Alizaleven Thank you for reading there is lots more.


I am finding some mistakes in my Spanish. Misha is helping me as much as she can. i knew that this would be a hard story to do right when i started. forgive my mistakes of you can. Elizabetta is not stirctly Spanish but i used it because it sounded nice. Orchecho is not a real Spanish name but i used it to be similar to the name in the books but to be still original.

glosary

Hija daughter
hijo son
I would offer Mis disculpas to El Señor Orchecho i would offer my apologies to the Señor Orchecho

Chapter 24

Liz was still shaking. She sat on her bed for several minutes. She needed to shower and dress. Then she was to be ready to face Max and the promised trip to San Francisco. Liz had two questions to ask herself. Was she afraid of Max? Was she afraid of herself?

Max picked Liz up. He told her to bring a jacket. She was dressed in comfortable slacks and walking shoes. The taxi Max hired took them to the airport. Liz laughed, “I don’t suppose you are the pilot, also, are you Max?”

Max smiled and replied, “Yes, as a matter of fact I am commercially rated, but I wanted to spend the day with you, so we will have a pilot as well as a hostess.”

Liz had flown a few times on commercial jets. She was taken aback at the smaller size of the little Cessna Citation. They were in the air almost immediately. A hostess came in and asked if they would like drinks or something. Max said a Coke and Liz said likewise. They talked about Isabel and her family. Finally, Max got around talking about Liz. “What do you do for entertainment, Doctor Parker?”

Liz was a little embarrassed to say this to a man who thought of a trip to San Francisco as just a morning business and the rest of the day as time to play. “I read. Right now, I am reading a period novel about a Hispanic family toward the end of the 19th century. It almost has the character of a biography. It is about the loves a young man has growing up, his friends, his family and, finally, his lover.”

Max laughed, “Next time you see Isabel, get her to tell you stories about our family. They were a pretty violent and romantic bunch during that time.”

Liz leaned back, “Sometimes, I wonder who my family was. I was just so busy in school that I did not listen to mom and dad telling me stories about them. Who were they and what did they do? Where did they live? And how did I get to be who I am?”

Max smiled. They were about ready to touch down. A taxi quickly took them to a building and Max left Liz in the waiting room. She looked at a magazine. It really was only a few minutes before Max returned and stated he was finished for the day. Max had scheduled their departure for about 8:00 that night. The crew would be free until then, or until Max would cell-phone them if they needed to leave earlier.

They did every thing touristy: Fisherman’s Warf, the cable cars, sight seeing and Liz even found time to visit a small bookshop. Max was tireless and Liz was so enthused that the evening came quickly. Flying home, Liz fell asleep leaning against Max.

As Liz snuggled up against Max, she dreamed about the security and happiness of loving someone as much as did the characters in her novel. In her dreams, she felt the beating of his heart. She could feel the rhythm of his breathing. Her mind, freed of the inhibitions it always faced when awake, explored the wonders of being with him. In her dreams, he was holding her and kissing her, she felt his hands caressing her body. She had wondered about the strong hands of Maximo and his father. What would these hands feel like holding a love? Well, she wasn’t his lover, but the dreamed hands of Max were bringing Liz to a point of desire. The years she had shunned love because of seeing what it did to her mother after her father died, seemed like a tremendous loss. Now, all she could think of was that she wanted more of Max. She wanted to offer her body to him and feel his in return. She wanted to be loved again like she had dreamed of being when she was young and in college.

They landed and Liz barely woke up to walk to the taxi. When the Taxi arrived at her home, Liz barely remembered Max lifting her in his arms. Max carried her to her door and when he opened it, he asked, “Are you going to be all right Doctor Parker?”

Liz turned in his arms and put her arms around him she said, “Max, every time I am with you, I enjoy myself more and more.”

He kissed her as he carried her through her the doorway. Max carried her to her bed and carefully laid her in it. Before he left, he kissed her long and passionately.

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Liz barely woke up enough to undress for bed. There were no caballeros that night, but there was a graduate student who flew into her heart over and over. Liz was reclining on a low couch. The couch was under a broad shade tree. At first, Liz was lying down looking up into the sky where she saw airplanes coming into the nearby airport. Her rational mind tried to tell her that there were no trees within several miles of the airport. Her romantic mind just wouldn’t listen. The first time he came to her, he was dressed in a pilot’s uniform and he had just landed and was still carrying his flight folder. The next time Max drove up in his Jaguar, he was dressed in a suit. The last time, he was in a cut off tee shirt wearing work boots and levies that were about to shred of their own accord and he was in his Jeep. The first time, he was bringing a sea food dinner from San Francisco, the next her was carrying a salad from the casino and the last time he was carrying a pitcher of beer from the “Slothful Student.” Wait, Max didn’t drink. Well, he wasn’t drinking the beer, he was just carrying it. How was he carrying the beer while he was driving? But, there was no confusion about who Liz was thinking about this night.

Chapter 25
It was Sunday, but by the time Liz was able to get up again it was too late for church. No matter what, Sunday for so many teachers is the day to prepare for the next week. By the time she was through and had also caught up on some of the work she should have done on Saturday Liz only had a short time to read.

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Elizabetta was in her room. Isabella had left to travel to the home of Alejandro Evans. No more was she the hija of Ernesto. Isabella was now the mujer of Alejandro and now she was to take on the management of his home. Paulo had not talked to his hija since last night. Elizabetta didn’t want to disappoint her papá. Given a choice between the young Maximo and the older Señor Calderon, Elizabetta would, of course prefer Maximo. With Maximo, she would always be safe. It was obvious the night of the wedding that Señor Calderon was not the bastion of courage. He was, also, not smart enough to see the power of the Gutierrez family.

Ernesto had been seen talking to Paulo. It was not yet known what he said. Maximo was in a state of shock. He had defied the papa of Elizabetta. The next few days would tell if he had a chance with winning her hand or not. His father had talked to Paulo and he, Maximo, now had been summoned to his office.

When Maximo entered the sala privada of Ernesto, the room where Ernesto conducted business and where he planned the future of the rancho, Maximo found Señor Orchecho seated smoking one of Ernesto’s cigars with a glass of Ernesto’s best wine before him. Maximo nodded his greeting to the Señor. Ernesto said, “Mi hijo, many times we have violated the laws of hospitality. Most of those were necessary and I am not sure that you do not, also, think it was necessary this time. It would have been better if you had approached the Señor and requested the hand of his daughter.”

Maximo just stood his ground and nodded, “Sí papá, I did not know what she meant to me until that minute. I was never like you, papá, who could talk to the señoritas and charm their hearts. "I would offer Mis disculpas to El Señor Orchecho.". To plead my cause, I would say that I can offer your daughter both my protection and the protection of the Rancho. I would also, as my papá years before, offer to you that I would give you strong grandchildren. I would make them part of the new world that is opening up to us. I would assure you that they would receive education and grow to be honorable men and women.” Maximo stopped. He was surprised that he was able to get that much rhetoric out. Maximo would rather face a gunman with a drawn weapon, than do this again. Maximo did what he had to do, but this was one of the hardest things so far.

Ernesto looked at his son, “The Señor and his daughter must return to Santa Fe. I need you to escort them and wait for an important letter I am to receive from Washington. It may be a week or more before it comes. During this time, you can talk to the señorita and, also, her papá. Maybe in that time, you can convince the Señor that you would be the best esposo for his daughter.”

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Liz put the book down and quickly fell asleep. Liz was sitting in the shade. There was a table before her. Liz was drinking some sort of cold drink. She looked at her clothes. She really couldn’t tell if she was dressed like the old Spaniards or in modern clothes. A Mexican guitar was playing. Liz was sure she recognized the music. She heard a door slam. She could feel someone walking up to her table. A shadow fell across the table and Liz slowly looked up. At first she saw boots. They resembled cowboy boots, but they were slightly different. Her glance traveled up the trousers, which were richly brocaded. He wore a shirt with ruffles on it. Her eyes traveled up to his face, the face of her caballero and she gasped. It was Max. When the alarm rang, Liz was still just gazing into the eyes of Max.

Chapter 26

It was Monday again. Mr. Rameriez opened the meeting and read off a list of items to consider. Liz and Doctor Schmidt had formulated the list from suggestions emailed to them by the department. Slowly, they were working through things that other departments had been doing for a long time. The department was shaping up. So far, the asshole group hadn’t said much. It was known that they had met and were considering their options. As soon as the meeting was dismissed, Liz hurried to her office. She grabbed her notes and ran to her first class. She lectured and answered questions. The class was going very smoothly. By lunch time, she had a few minutes to herself. The shaggy head of the Max that she knew as the graduate student peeked into her office. Before he could get away, she called him. “Max, I would like to spend an evening with Isabel. Do you think you could arrange that?” she asked.

Max shrugged his shoulders, “I can pick you up for supper Friday night. You and Isabel can spend as long as you want talking.”

With that, he left. Liz wondered what last weekend had meant to him. She was really getting to like Max, but she had some questions about the novel and about her dreams. He had said that Isabel was the one who was keeping the family records. Liz was also wishing she knew more about her own family history.

Liz got through the rest of her day including reading her gels. She got home in time to catch up on some of her work and still have time to read. The novel was coming to an end. Most of the plot was over or so it seemed.

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Most of the vaqueros were working at the ranch or taking Isabella’s things to the Evans Ranch. There was little chance of trouble so Maximo, alone, escorted Señor Orchecho and Elizabetta back to Santa Fe. They were about half way there when Maximo, who had been constantly looking ahead and to the sides, saw movement. At first, he wasn’t sure that it was important, so he said nothing and just kept watching. The movement kept up with their progress. It was just something up in the rim rock. When the movement kept with them for an hour or more, Maximo loosened his rifle and rode up near the Señor. “We have company,” he said quietly.

Señor Orchecho quickly looked at Maximo, “¿Qué pasa? Señor Delgato.’

Maximo just reached over and took Elizabetta’s reins in his hand. Elizabetta was, like a lady, riding sidesaddle. Maximo pulled her horse close to his. If something happened he would grab her and swing her in front of him to better ride fast. She could never make it side saddle. Paulo did not miss this and he began to look around. It had been many years since he had been in the army. In his youth, he knew what it was like to hear the wings of death whistle by his head. He only hoped that if they had trouble, he could honorably take his stand.

Maximo steered them toward a group of rocks. The rocks were high enough to shield the horses. The rim rock was too far for an attack to come from above. Any attack would have to come from in front of them.

A group of about seven men rode toward the rocks. Maximo could make out Armando. He had six others riding with him. They rode just outside of what Armando thought was rifle range. Armando hailed Paulo, “Señor Orchecheo, we had a bargain. It was that outlaw Delgato and those damned Texans are who interfered. I am still willing to uphold my part of the bargain. I will marry Elizabetta and make you a secure position in our government.”

One of the riders with Armando rode out ahead. “Where is that so called gunfighter, Delgato?” he drawled.

Maximo silently swore under his breath. The man was known as Kid Ranger. He was originally from Texas. He had been a Texas Ranger at one time, until the Rangers got to know him. Then, they put a warrant out on him for his arrest. He fled to Kansas. The last time Maximo had heard of him, he was either in Kansas or Nebraska. He was very fast to use a gun. He was also every bit as good as Maximo. Maximo had a choice. If he killed the Kid, then, maybe, the rest would leave. He was sure Armando had no grit and he really didn’t think the others did either. If he, Maximo, was killed, then the Señor and Elizabetta would probably not be hurt. He couldn’t promise this if they were trapped in the rocks. They could very easily be cut to ribbons by flying bullets.

Maximo leaned over and kissed Elizabetta. Then he stood up and walked from the rocks. Elizabetta still didn’t know exactly what was going to happen. Paulo was sure he did. He was sure what Maximo was going to do and why. His admiration for Maximo increased greatly. Maximo carefully loosened the loop over the hammer of his colt. He loosened the revolver in its holster. He walked slowly. Ernesto had told him about shootouts like this. Ernesto always thought they were stupid and, here ,his only son was taking part in one. Running through Maximo’s head was the saying, “It is not the first shot, it is the first and subsequent hits that count.”

Kid dismounted by swinging his leg forward over his horse’s neck and slid off the saddle. Maximo expected him to try something when he dismounted, but he just slid off and landed on his feet. He moved like a cat. He stood facing Maximo. Suddenly Kid went for his gun. Maximo kept his nerves under control. Dip, draw and slip the revolver out of the holster, raise point… a shot went past Maximo’s head. Maximo saw the Kid’s chest in his mind and that is all he saw. He slipped the hammer and, just as fast, slipped it again. Maximo jerked as he felt a blow. He widened his vision and saw the Kid crumple. Maximo had hit with both bullets, but the Kid had connected to Maximo with the last one. Maximo stumbled and he heard Elizabetta scream. Maximo’s vision was cloudy. He had three more cartridges. He reached for the revolver in back of his belt. When they saw Maximo weaving, Armando and the others gave a yell and they charged. As Maximo fell he squirmed around so he could face the charging men. They were firing and Maximo could hear the bullets hitting around him. Then, he heard a thunder. His rifle was being fired. One of the riders slumped and the other slowed. Maximo fired in the direction of the men. He just couldn’t see well enough to aim properly. The bullets were close enough to slow the men further. Another thunder was heard. This time a horse squealed and stumbled. The rider went flying. The bullets were still flying all around Maximo. He took his spare revolver, and, again, tried to clear his vision. There were three men charging him now. He saw one of them clearly enough to try to fix his sight on him. Finally, almost like that ray of sunshine, his vision cleared and he saw, baring down on him, the sight of Armando, his face in a crazed mask. Maximo was no longer in his body. He was James Butler Hickok. He was clearing the charges of his revolver before breakfast like he had done every morning of his life. He looked at the target on the bank of the arroyo and fired. Armando went flying out of his saddle. The two remaining men pulled their horses up abruptly. The thunder was heard again. This time it was a clear miss, but it was enough to turn the men. As the two men ran, Paulo and Elizabetta came out and quickly went to Maximo’s side. They were slightly closer to the Gutierrez rancho than to Santa Fe. Besides, they were more than likely to run into the rancho vaqueros as they approached the hacienda so they took Maximo home.

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Liz put down the book. She was tired and the story was almost over. When Liz fell asleep, she saw disconnected pictures of Maximo and Max. They looked almost, like the same person. Maximo was down and Liz was sitting beside him. She saw the men charging them, all the while firing their guns. Liz lifted Maximo’s spare revolver and she pointed the pistol at the charging men and thumbed back the hammer over and over. When the smoke cleared, the men were gone. She cradled the head of Max in her lap.
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You Can’t Go Back to Yesterday is a canon fic that attempts to explain the first season of Roswell

Acommidation This is a sad story how two people overcome adversity. It is a Max and Maria story that could be possible

Sternbetrachter thank you for reading my story

Begonia9508 I am afraid of flying also but the idea if a corporate jet implies power and position. He is so much more than a graduate student. I hope I answer some of your questions about Liz and some of her personal problems which are reflected in her dreams.

Alizaleven again thank you for reading my story

Natalie36 I am enjoying having you with me through my stories.

Stories by ken_r

author's notes
Hacienda ranch house
Querida, dear one.
she was riding astride this was a real break in tradition for a lady. It was almost immoral and for Elizabetta it showed her love for Maximo.
had filled the committee boxes with suggestions when I was writing this part I was told about a department that was doing just such childish things.

Chapter 27

Tuesday, Liz had her classes and then went into her lab. Max was waiting for her when she got there. His perpetual grin was lighting up his face. “Doc, do you need some help with your project?” Max asked. Liz, as usual, started to say no, but she smiled. She was beginning to find that she didn’t want to say no to Max for anything. Liz found that he was very deft at handling the gels and he could set up the experiments with great expertise. With his help, she was able to finish her work and go home on time. Now she just had to wait until tomorrow and check her gels for results.

Liz had dinner with Max, such as it was. They stopped at a hamburger joint and had a terribly unhealthy meal.

That night Liz took the book to bed. She read, again, the story that seemed to be more and more connected to her life.

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Their progress back to the hacienda was slow. Paulo had stopped the bleeding for the moment. He had nothing to work with, so he couldn’t do anything about the bullet. Elizabetta was riding beside Maximo trying to keep him in the saddle. She finally gave up and called to her father, “I can’t hold him this way. Hold his horse.” With this, she climbed behind Maximo and, for the first time in her life, she was riding astride. She could, with her arms around Maximo, keep him from falling. Paulo saw some riders in the distance. They were well into the Gutierrez rancho. He took one of Maximo’s guns and fired it. The riders pulled up and he could hear them yell. In a few minutes, Gutierrez vaqueros were at their side. There was no use going for a wagon. It would be just as fast to hurry him to the hacienda.

Elizabetta was now back on her horse. Although they were all going at a lope, it was still an hour or more before they arrived. Her arm and shoulder were hurting because it was she who fired the first two shots with Maximo’s rifle. Paulo, then, had taken the rifle and fired the rest. Elizabetta was pleased that it was her two shots that had connected, but the pain was so bad, she doubted she could have fired any more, anyway.

Paulo, with his military experience along with several of the women who had been patching the men of the rancho for years, tended Maximo. They also tended to the aches and bruises of Elizabetta.

When Maximo, finally, woke up, the first person he saw was Elizabetta. Her arm and shoulder were bandaged. “Querida, were you wounded?” he asked.

“No, you must teach me how to shoot a rifle. My shoulder and arm are very sore,” Elizabetta answered. After we are married. I think you should buy me a lighter rifle like Isabella’s. They embraced, but very carefully because they both were hurting.

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Liz lay in bed thinking. How old was Elizabetta? She must be considerably under twenty. Liz was thinking about the transformation Elizabetta made from the time she was introduced into the story. Liz thought of her dream so many nights ago where she had taken a revolver and defended the body of her lover. Elizabetta had done likewise. Liz wasn’t surprised that she was hurt shooting the rifle. Liz had never shot a rifle, but she imagined that if not held correctly, the recoil would hurt. She guessed that Maximo as a choice of husband was no longer in question. Liz’s slumber this night was relatively quiet.

Chapter 28

Wednesday, Doctor Parker spent the day trying to get ahead so she could loose Thursday afternoon for the committee. She had several things to do for the class she taught and she was going to work ahead on her project. Max had helped her the other day and he said he would pull the gels for her while she was at her meeting, so she was slowly catching up. She didn’t try to read that night. The story was almost over. Liz had to admit that between her dreams and the novel, this story had been well worth the few bucks she had paid for it. There were still several things she wanted to talk to Isabel Whitman about. Max had said Isabel would be happy to receive Liz Friday night. Liz dropped off to sleep Wednesday night and there was nothing else to say.

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Thursday morning was fine, but the meeting that afternoon was terrible. The assholes had finally organized and had filled the committee boxes with suggestions. Some of them were sensible, some were petty, but they all required time to sort through. Liz was sure that was the point. They were just trying to make things difficult for the committee. They were just trying to get even. If Max hadn’t tended Liz’s gels, she would have been at the university until very late. As it was, Max read the gels and recorded the results. He even evaluated his readings carefully, keeping his evaluations separate, so Doctor Parker could judge them as she finished up her work. When Liz finally got to the lab, she found a cold chicken salad in a bag waiting for her.

On getting home, Liz just threw her coat down and proceeded to get ready for bed.

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It had been several days since Maximo had returned, wounded, to the hacienda. He had spent time with Elizabetta and her father. He found that her father had developed a better opinion of him. Maximo’s skill at arms and, also, his bravery had convinced the Señor that Maximo would make a good husband for Elizabetta. Paulo also saw how much Elizabetta loved Maximo. The Gutierrrez fortune was secure. Ernesto had made solid relations with the other ranches, the Evans ranch being one of the largest, with Isabella Delgato-Evans, the sister of Maximo now the señora in charge. The Delgato name, was respected by the church. Paulo had seen how Elizabetta had risen when Maximo was hurt. Love for the volatile Maximo would make his daughter strong. Maximo was right their children would be strong, also.

Delgato and Evans had run one herd north to the railhead just before Alejandro’s wedding. They needed to collect another before winter and then they could think of festivities. It was decided that Maximo and Elizabetta would wed in early October. This fiesta would be large. The Texan friends of Ernesto would, of course, be there. The Hispanic community that followed the Delgatos and the many people of Santa Fe that knew Maximo, apart from his family, would want to honor the union. La gente of the region that respected Señor Orchecho and those who just wanted to celebrate the fortune of the Delgato family would want to be included. Isabella returned to assist Elizabetta in preparing for her wedding. Maximo and a few vaqueros escorted them to Santa Fe so they could as before, buy wedding accessories. Elizabetta, this time, allowed Maximo to take all of the precautions he wanted. She was learning and when Maximo cautioned them about the street, Elizabetta was the first to listen. There was one sad event. Señor Orchecho announced that, immediately after the wedding, he was departing for Washington. He was involved in discussions about state hood. He would be gone for some time. This was the first time he would have been away from Elizabetta for so long. He reminded her that she now would have duties as the mujer of Maximo. He would return as soon as he could and work with the politicians in Santa Fe.

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Liz put down the book for the night. She would take it with her to the Whitman’s tomorrow night. Doctor Elizabeth Parker fell asleep and dreamed of dancing in the arms of the graduate student, Max Evans. She dreamed of traveling around the world with him. Once, she was in the jungles of the Amazon with a butterfly net and she turned to see Max standing behind her carrying an elephant gun as a back up. Liz’s rational mind discounted this dream outright. Liz saw her self in the arms of Max and he was kissing her over and over. She never wanted him to stop. The alarm rang.

Chapter 29

Doctor Parker’s classes went very well. She enjoyed the banter she had with the students. The students, among themselves, remarked that they thought Doctor Parker must be in love. She seemed to be radiant in everything she did. Max stopped by at lunch. He was dressed in old faded levies and boots that were so run down at the heel that it made him look bow-legged. He brought her a chicken salad wrap, that gringo version of a burrito, which was prepared with health in mind. They discussed her work that afternoon. Max volunteered to help so she could leave on time. Max would pick Liz up at about 5:45 that afternoon.

Max drove up to Liz’s home right on time, as usual. He was driving his extended cab pickup. He rang the bell and Liz admitted him. Gone was the unshaven man of the afternoon. His hair was combed and he was wearing slacks with a sweater vest over a shirt. His run down boots, had been replaced by comfortable walking shoes. Liz had assumed the evening would be informal, so she was wearing comfortable slacks and a jacket over her blouse. She checked her bag to see if she had remembered the book. They arrived at the Whitman house very near the six o’clock time they were intending.

Isabel had set up a sideboard in the library. It was covered with sandwiches, dips and fruits cut up and served in sauce. Mr. Whitman was there and they sat down to eat and talk. “Here is a book I found several weeks ago in a book shop,” Liz stated as she placed the book on the table. I have been reading it and I have been having disturbing dreams.”

Isabel picked up the book, “Ah, It is written by a many times great Uncle of ours. He lived at the same time as these people he wrote about. He wrote several books about those times. Maximo and Isabella were our namesakes. They were also twins as are we. Isabella married into the Evans family and thus our family name.” W.W. (Dub) Evans was Charlie Evans’ brother. He was the one who convinced our many greats-grandpa Charlie, to send Alejandro to college. Alejandro became a businessman besides a rancher.”

Liz shook her head. She couldn’t believe that all the time since she had met Max, she had also been reading about his family. “You know, I had dreams about being in the story every night I read it. It is almost like there was a tie drawing me to the story.”

Isabel smiled, “One of the reasons I, also, wanted to see you was, Thanksgiving we were talking about your family. You said you were from Roswell.” Isabel took another book from the shelf. Liz saw that it was similarly bound as her book. Isabel continued, “You might like to read this book next, since you have almost finished the one on Maximo.”

The title of the book was, “The Children of Maximo and Elizabetta Delgato.”

Isabel continued, “There was the picture that resembled you hanging in the hall. That picture is of Elizabetta. At least one of their children moved to Roswell. You could very well be a very distant cousin of ours. If you felt drawn to the book, there might be good reason.

This was a lot for Liz to assimilate. She wondered why she had such an attraction to Max. Isabel continued. “I fell in love with Alex first. Then I re-read our family story. I wondered why I found the name Alexander so attractive to me. Alejandro is a Spanish derivative of Alexander. There are so many coincidences in our lives. Max, as I am now sure you know, is attracted to you. He, also, has spent so much of his life helping the rest of us manage the corporation. Now, he feels free to pursue his own dreams. Michael like Miguel was adopted. He is a distant cousin of the original Miguel Guerin. Our families have always remained in touch.”

Liz stayed late into the night talking to the Whitman’s and Max. She thanked them for the loan of the second volume to read. When Max took her home, Liz invited him in. Since Max didn’t drink alcohol, she offered him a soft drink. She asked, “Max, what do you think about the attraction of the book?”

“Doctor Parker,” he started, “Liz, Isabel was right when she said I had strong feelings toward you. I read the books long ago, but I was strongly attracted to you when you first came to the department. Michael and I have always looked at education as our recreation, much like you do your reading. We make enough from our corporation to have a good living. Now that we have the corporation working on its own, we can afford to be extravagant in our recreation and college degrees are what we choose. We both drifted into biology. To tell you the truth, I was studying biochemistry because Michael wanted to study bugs. I thought we could do some interesting projects together. When you came to the department, I decided to direct myself toward molecular biology because that was your field. If you hadn’t stood up for the graduate students and then gone with us to the ‘Slothful Student,’ I guess I would have found some other way to meet you. As Isabel has said, the books of Uncle Dub have had a strong effect on us.”

Max stood up to leave. Liz had a sinking feeling. She didn’t want him to go, but her own skills of explaining her desires were not as sharp as they should be. Max walked to the door, Liz right behind him. He opened it and turned to Liz, “Liz, just say the word and I won’t leave tonight.”

Liz had to stand on her tip toes to reach his lips. As she kissed him she re-closed the door. Liz remembered the story about when Maximo kissed Elizabetta. He had not been sure if she actually was kissing him back. Liz wanted to make sure that her Max was not faced with that dilemma. Her arms were locked tightly around his neck. Their lips were pressed and she could feel his tongue as it tasted her lips. When they released the embrace, she led Max to her bedroom. She started to close the bedroom door, but stopped. There were not going to be any vaqueros storming the door tonight to ruin her evening. She climbed on the bed and knelt on the edge facing Max. He drew her head against his chest. She could feel his nostrils breathing into her hair. His warm breath, slightly minty engulfed her. She began to pull his shirt out from under his belt as she felt him fumbling with the fasteners on the back of her blouse. Before she could run her hands up under his shirt, she felt him pull the blouse forward. She shook the item of clothing off, then hurrying to replace her hands against his bare skin. Max freed her bra and then she could feel his fingers run up and down her spine. Each touch brought a tingling sensation to her body. It had been years since she had felt a man’s strange hands running up and down her body. In fact, she remembered, the last time she might still have been considered a child just playing at love.

Liz looked up at Max, remembering the time in her dream that she had seen the visage of her caballero turn into a hideous mask as he prepared to take her. Not so this time; all she could see in Max was tenderness and love. She saw none of the cockiness of the graduate student who appeared un-shaven and unkempt, in her doorway from time to time. What she did see, was closer to what Elizabetta must have seen when she was dancing with Maximo. Maximo might only have realized how much Elizabetta meant to him when Armando was trying to take her away from him. Max, though, was trying to tell her that she had meant so much to him from the first time he ever saw her.

Still standing in front of her, Max removed his shirt. He kicked off his shoes and dropped his pants. He was now standing before her just in his boxers. Liz leaned back against a pillow. She kicked off her shoes, then raised her hips as shed her slacks. She was now, like wise, looking at him only in her panties. Max picked up his shirt and reached into his shirt pocket and she saw him place a condom on the table beside the bed. He turned out the lights and sank down beside her. For many minutes, they celebrated the joy of tactile sensations on each other’s bodies. Liz felt his hands on the waist of her panties and she raised her hips as he slid the garments from her body. She felt him turn away and wiggle out of his boxers and then further fumble as he opened and applied the condom. Then, he faced her. The love they made was sweet for both of them. They stretched the aftermath of their love as long as they could stay awake. When they woke the next morning, Liz found that Max had, also, turned off the offending alarm. Any dreams she had were mixed with the truth of reality and she couldn’t tell the difference. Instead of the jolt of reality she usually received, Liz was greeted by the strong arms, of her lover. She was allowed to slowly return to the memories of last night. Maximo would certainly earn the love of his Elizabetta, but Liz had been given the love of her Max. They showered and dressed. Liz was to face a new day as a new person. She, now, knew that she was loved by Max. Max came into the kitchen as she was putting breakfast together. Liz usually had coffee and toast as she hurried out the door. Occasionally on weekends, she would eat a real breakfast and on this weekend, she would eat with company.

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Max looked at Liz, “What do you usually do on Saturday, Doctor Parker?”

Liz laughed at him, “Saturday is the day I do household chores such as cleaning and laundry.”

Liz was surprised as Max said, “Well, how ‘bout I do the dishes and start the vacuum while you do your laundry? Maybe, we can finish early and, then, we will find something to do together.

That night after returning from a movie, they had gone late enough to avoid the kiddy crowd, Max again went home with Doctor Parker. After making love, they lay in the bed talking. “Liz, why are you so concerned about finding your heritage?”

“Max, when I read the rich stories about you and Isabel, I just wondered what my ancestors were doing during this time. Suppose Elizabetta is related to me. Look how strong she became when her love was hurt. Is this power still in me?”

“Liz, why do you wonder about your strength? You have risen to a place of respect in your department, you are respected as a teacher, and you are respected as a researcher. The professors, who count, mainly Doctors Schmidt and Robbins, think a lot of you. Why do you doubt your strength?”

“My father dedicated his whole life to seeing me get my doctorate from Harvard. When I succeeded, he just died. My mother couldn’t bare living without him and she died shortly there after. Now, I have to ask myself do I have what it takes to keep going?” Liz sadly stated.

“Liz, we don’t know why your father died. He must have been just hanging on until he saw his dream fulfilled. Your mother didn’t want to face the struggle of living without him. Eliazbetta was not brought up to face the things she faced with Maximo. She had events thrust upon her. She took up Maximo’s rifle because she thought she must. She supported him in the saddle even though she was in pain. If you were related to Elizabetta, then you must rise to the events facing you. Elizabetta had never fired a rifle before and you have never been in charge of running a department before. Sometimes, you just do what you must.” Max lay beside her and looked into her eyes.

Sunday morning, Max left and went home. Liz began to wonder, where his home was. She had known him almost a semester, but she now thought how little she really knew about him. Every time he came to see her, he was driving a different car. Both Michael and Max looked at earning their doctorate as entertainment. Where Liz had worked hard to earn her credentials. He was a part of something very big or he wouldn’t have the use of a corporate jet. Liz just shook her head. She had a lot of work to make up for how much she had played this weekend. It was very late when Liz, having completed her housework and now set out the work for next weeks classes, finally went to bed.

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Liz was a young girl sitting in the middle of a large parking lot. She looked around and she could see the university buildings all around her. Liz looked down and she was sitting on a classroom chair, one of those that have a fold up top to write on. In the distance. she could see some large pieces of construction equipment. The engines were belching smoke. The roar in the distance was deafening. They were circling the lot. Liz was transfixed as she watched. She was so small sitting in the chair. She wondered if they could even see her. She couldn’t get up. They kept getting closer and closer. Finally, they were so close she could feel the breeze of their tires, hear the internal noise and feel the heat of their engines. One of the behemoths was bearing down on her. Liz was terrified, but she was frozen to the spot. She closed her eyes. She could feel the heat of the engines. The roar stopped and was reduced to an idle. A dark haired man dressed in work clothes and wearing steeled-toed construction boots bent and picked her up in his arms, holding her nearly useless legs, and carried her off the field. Then he, returned to complete his job. Liz was shaking. The man was Max.


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The Young Vampire is a light hearted story about a vampire.

Acommidation This is a sad story how two people overcome adversity. It is a Max and Maria story that could be possible

You Can’t Go Back to Yesterday is a conventionsl fic which rewrites some of the first season and the rest of the story.

Begonia9508 I hope the story was informative and entertaining. It ends with explanation of why Liz was afraid of love and commitment.

Natalie if you enjoyed this story as much as I enjoyed writing it I correctly did my job.

Sternbetrachter I hope you have enjoyed the story.

Stories by ken_r

Glossary and notes
Nieto grandson
Yerno son in law
Niños children
La gente the Hispanic people
Santa Fe gang a loose political group that was corrupt. They fought statehood delaying it for many years
Hurricane deck of a horse. Because of the bucking of the work horses like the deck of a ship in a storm.
Maximo wasn’t wearing his guns as he stood with the lovely Elizabetta. I wondered my self as this just appeared from my keyboard. Maximo wasn’t giving up on safety but he was allowing others to protect him as his only concern was Elizabetta

Chapter 30

Liz woke up. She was facing a new week. First there would be the departmental meeting. Then, she would have her morning classes and, finally, she would be in her lab. Liz was hoping that she would see Max sometime today. Maybe, he would be helping out in her lab.

Today, it would be Liz’s turn to lead the departmental meeting. She presented the suggestion that she and the two doctors had felt had some merit. The department had discussed the suggestions. They had decided that some of the ideas could be implemented. Next Liz surprised everyone by having a large box of the questions that just showed stupidity be presented. “These are the suggestions that we did not feel had merit. The original papers are preserved so you can decide what you think. Liz handed a handful to each person in the department. Liz, then turned to the group. Going trough these papers took over four hours, we did not want to miss serious comments so we had to read every one. If the idea is to bring the department down, then this might do it. If the idea is to run off those who are serious in their work, then this might do it. I prefer to think that it was the stupid pranks of immature personages who have become angry in their pettiness. There was no comment, so Liz proposed the meeting adjourn.

Liz made it to her class. She was a little upset from the department meeting, but, quickly, the questions and discussions of her students drove these feelings from her mind. At lunch time, she was considering what to do. A delivery man arrived and left two warm packages. They were meals and the marking on the packages indicated they were from one of the better restaurants. Liz sat down and opened the one marked Doctor Parker. It was about ten minutes later that the shaggy, unshaven head of Max appeared. He smiled and asked if her lunch was to her liking. Liz had to laugh. The meal was excellent. Max picked up the other package and asked if he could join her. Liz as always, enjoyed Max’s company.

As they were eating, a shy head poked its way in the door. “Doctor Parker, I just want to say I am sorry for any part I had in sending those suggestions. I got wrapped up in the excitement of the moment with Doctor Jenks. You are trying to fix the department. Those who are causing trouble just haven’t grown up.”

Liz smiled her acceptance of the apology and she leaned back to finish her meal with Max. “You are starting to be recognized as a leader in the department. Isn’t that like a true daughter of old Ernesto?”

Max volunteered to help out in her lab and Liz was delighted for his company. Liz let Max read her Lab journal. He studied it carefully. When he was finished, she was surprised that he had several suggestions that would help her studies.

That night after supper, Liz found time to read more of the novel. This time Liz had pictures in her mind as she read. She saw Maximo, Miguel, Isabella and she even saw her self as Elizabetta.

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Señor Gutierrez was getting very old. He hardly got out at all. He did know that the fiesta coming up was to celebrate the marriage of his nieto. He was thinking so many years ago there had been a fiesta. At that fiesta the most devastating thing had happened to him, but it turned out to be the most wonderful thing. His Felicia had been kidnapped. The man taking her had been a notorious gun fighter. He had killed six men right outside on the dance floor. He had returned with the documents that said he was married in the church. He had made his peace with Señor Gutierrez and had become his yerno. That was the best bargain the Señor had ever made. Ernesto had given the Señor two very strong children. He had raised them to make an old man proud. The niños had made good marriages or they would have as soon as the nieto, Maximo, was married and that would be very soon. Gutierrez smiled to himself. The marriages would be good, even if they went against tradition and were the choices of the Niños and not the parents. The Señor had not been pleased when Ernesto had brought the Texans into the family, but they had proved as loyal friends as any there were. The Señor had to admit that as a result, the Gutierrez rancho was doing better than many who had tried to remain bound to la gente and the old traditions. Señor Orchecho had spent time talking to the old man. Señor Orchecho was interested in debating many ideas. Sometimes Paulo would argue one way with Ernesto in the morning and with Gutierrez, the other way in the afternoon. Paulo wanted state hood. The old Señor knew that many in the “Santa Fe gang” feared statehood because it would end their corruption. The Gutierrez rancho had not been touched by this corruption because they had feared Ernesto Now, they even more feared the reputation of Maximo. The aged Señor stretched back and enjoyed the cigars Ernesto always had present. Señor Gutierrez had a strong family and he had a good life.

Ernesto wanted Father Juan O’Reily to perform the ceremony. Father O’Reily had been transferred to California. Ernesto had always given support to the church, so when he offered to pay the good father’s passage, the church consented. Father O’Reily, for his part, was interested to see how that impromptu marriage that he had performed, and for which he had received a bag of gold and a scar that he still bore to this day, had turned out.

When Father Juan arrived, he was surprised at how progressive the rancho was. Ernesto had done well for his father-in-law. Father Juan met Isabella again, for it was he who had baptized the twins so many years ago. He met her husband, a tall Texan who stood proudly by her side. He saw the little one who had been orphaned. He remembered Miguel when he first came to the rancho. He remembered how long it was before the little boy would talk. Now, look at him. Married and working both as a teamster and as a partner of the rancho. Father Juan had been worried when he heard that Maximo and Miguel had been in that terrible gunfight when they were twelve. He was so worried that they would turn into outlaws or something. He saw how the grounding that Ernesto had given his children had not turned them into outlaws, but rather, into strong supporters of the community. He had grieved when he heard of the many killings of Maximo, but when he met the young man, he saw that Maximo was a strong man who defended his many loves.

The two lovers were married in the Hispanic tradition of the time. The fiesta was a combination of the Spanish tradition and the wild celebration of the Texans. Charlie Evans was now more confined to a wagon than the hurricane deck of a horse. He brought several jugs of Oklahoma Indian territory whiskey. The territory had long since been included within the state of Oklahoma, but the outlaw distilleries were still running strong. In return, Ernesto had packed away several jugs of Taos lightning for him to take back. Taos, likewise, was supposed to be civilized, but the old ways died hard.

There were no gunfights at this wedding. No one was that stupid. Maximo wasn’t even wearing his guns as he stood with the lovely Elizabetta. It was noticed though that Kyle was always near with his Winchester 73. Miguel was very close and it was known that, like Ernesto he always carried two colts, one in his holster and one behind his back under his charro jacket. Ernesto still carried his revolvers so Maximo could concentrate on the one thing on his mind, his bride, Elizabetta. After they were married and the bride and groom were receiving congratulations and further presents, Alejandro and Isabella stood before them. Isabella was carrying a beautifully tanned white, doe skin bundle. She handed it to Elizabetta. It was a brand new Winchester 92 just like the one Ernesto had given Isabella several years ago. With practice, next time, Elizabetta would have her own protection and she wouldn’t have to get so bruised. With the couple in a wagon, the wedding party followed, on horseback to the railhead, after all of the festivities. The Delgato family now, became quiet. Thus ends this story of the many loves of Maximo Delgato, his sister, his family, his many close friends and finaly, the most precious of all his Elizabetta.

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Liz closed the book. That was the family of her lover, Max Evans. If Isabel was correct, this was also the story of Liz. If it was true that she was descended from Elizabetta, she, likewise, had strong ancestors. Liz wondered how strong her father must have been. Did he know he was dying and he just hung on until he was able to see the completion of his dream? It was the only thing that would make sense.

Liz dropped off to sleep. All of the things she had dreamt since she had started that book paraded before her. She was not able to make much sense of the dreams, but she was sure Max was in all of them. Liz had finished the book. There was much about Max and herself in the book. She was becoming sure Max was going to be very important to her in the future. Liz didn’t have a peaceful night, but she did think about her future a lot, guess what, her future might be bright.

Chapter 31

Liz arrived at her school. She was in her office preparing her first lecture. Max came in and closed the door. He bent over and kissed her. Liz looked at quizzically. Max just smiled, “I missed you and I wanted to tell you so.” Max left to go, where ever wonderfully, darling, graduate students go. Liz’s classes couldn’t help, but go perfectly. All of her students were, now, sure she was in love.

The day went by. There wasn’t anything that could go wrong. When Liz was at home, she just wasn’t ready to start the next book. It was as if she had been so stimulated, mentally and emotionally by the book she had just finished, that she was afraid that books from now on would be disappointments. Liz went to bed that night. She didn’t have the book, but she did have Max. Really, she had just met him. They had gone on a few dates and, one night, she had wound up in bed with him. Wait, he had made a special trip to see her this morning. He had been in her lab to assist her in her research. Was she becoming something special to Max? He had said, “If you hadn’t stood up for the graduate students that day, I would still have found a way to meet you.”

She hadn’t, just met Max, he had actively pursued her. Max was so many persons. He was a graduate student known for his slovenly appearance. He was a businessman who jetted around the country at a whim. He was the member of a family that, perhaps, was distantly related to her. He was a man who held her so tenderly. Liz drifted off to sleep. She wondered if she was feeling like her mother had, so many years ago, when she was faced with the man with whom, she would ultimately spend the rest life. Liz then finally fell into a peaceful sleep.

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It was many weeks later. Doctor Parker was excited. She had been, again, asked out by her boy friend, Max. Being asked out wasn’t that unusual because Max had been taking her to functions, restaurants and several trips in the Jet that were further than Doctor Parker had traveled since she had received her doctorate at Harvard. She had been invited to travel with him and Michael to a Pygmy village in Zaire. They would probably go at the end of the semester. Liz had requested a sabbatical for the summer. Max and Michael had planned to study fauna in that area. They had made arrangements for Liz to visit a research facility where there were interesting revelations occurring.

But tonight, Max was taking Liz out to dinner, a play at the university theatre and, then, he had asked her to visit his home afterward. In all the time she had been going with Max, they had come back to her house, or they had gone to his sister’s place. But she had understood that he had his own place and Liz was excited to see it. There were still many mysteries about Max. This might help dispel one, seeing the house that reflected only the character of Max. Dating Max had made Liz much more cognizant of her wardrobe. Tonight she had picked out every piece, while thinking of Max from lingerie to her dress and shoes. Liz, sometimes, was embarrassed when she thought of this. Usually, Liz dressed for her own comfort. Tonight, she wanted every vision Max had of her to be perfect, from his first sight picking her up at her house, to what Liz was sure to happen, the vision he saw in his bedroom. To date, Liz had been totally dedicated to her teaching and her research. Now, she felt there were other things she wanted.

The dinner and play were good. Liz had begun to question if they were good because Max was selective or were they good just because she was in his presence? He took her to a house that was right up against the Sandia mountains, east of the city. There was a limit to how high up the houses could be built, so soon the best locations where the back yards opened to the wilderness had been taken and house values increased accordingly. That Max had one of these choice locations, shouldn’t have surprised Liz. Max had carved a flat right out of the hill. He had a driveway, which held several cars. The small front yard, which was an entrance to the house, contained a lawn and shrub garden. There was a curving red firebrick walk that led from the sidewalk, along one side of the driveway, to the front door. Turning, Liz could look across the valley, much like she had at Isabel’s. The night view as she had imagined before really was beautiful. In all three directions, the blinking lights of the city pulsated. Like a living being the city was constantly changing as it twinkled. There were almost a million people laid out before her. Liz walked into the house with Max. On the hardwood floors were scattered Persian rugs. The walls were all covered with bookcases. Liz saw in the entranceway, collections of things Max had acquired in his world travels. She was led into a living room-den. The walls were decorated with collections much like the entrance way. The first thing Liz saw was the picture she had first seen at Isabel’s, the picture of Elizabetta. As they entered somewhere, a switch was triggered and soft cool jazz was being played. A faux fireplace glowed and then burst into flame. The night was not cold, but the fire made the room seem cozy. Max took her jacket. He caressed her shoulders with his lips. Liz no more trembled as she was becoming accustomed to the careful, tender attention given to her by Max. There had been times before when Liz had been exposed to unexpected sensations from Max, but now she was comfortable at anything he did. Liz had dressed and prepared her body for Max tonight. As Max ran his hand over her body, she just stood taking in everything he was directing to her. Max unclasped the fastenings at the back of her dress. It simply dropped to the floor. Liz deftly stepped out of the garment, as it lay crumbled. Max held her at arms length. He appraised what he saw.

Liz had remembered the dream where she was clad in expensive lingerie. She had searched at the most expensive shops until she had found as close an approximation to what she remembered of her dream. The panties were just tiers of lace. They were worn over a garter belt that supported her hose. The bra held her breasts, but did not shape them. She was presenting to Max exactly what she had. She looked up and saw that Max had dropped his trousers and was removing his shirt. He kicked off his shoes and he stood before her in his shorts. Max pulled down her panties. He ran his hand along the artificial skin of her hose. For him the sensation was even more erotic than the feel of bare skin. Max removed his shorts. Then, he freed her breasts from their fragile restraints. As he pulled her to him she could feel his legs through the hose. His hands traveled over her whole body. From skin to nylon, he was generating a hunger in her that she felt must be fed. In the back of her mind where that rational, ‘no and don’t,’ resided there also was a thought that six months ago she would not Have been able to imagine the feelings she was having now.

As for Max, he wanted nothing more than the possession, nay the lease, of her body and soul, as Max would not want to own something as precious as Liz had become to him. It was driving Max to a point that he no longer could think. Max hadn’t had the preparation of the semi-erotic dreams that Liz had received since she started that novel. They had been making love, off and on, as they dated since thanksgiving. This was not making love. This was a transport into a different world. A world Max hoped would be opened to him many times and, for which, he could only give thanks.

The next morning, Liz and Max showered and sitting in dressing robes, looked across the valley. There was a pall of smog dark in the sunlight, but Liz could see mount Taylor, an extinct volcano almost 80 miles away to the west. She could also see the five volcanoes lined up on the horizon only about 30 miles away. These volcanoes were the outer limit for the western sprawl of the city. The mountain birds were singing in the gardens of the houses on both sides of Max’s place. As far as Liz was concerned, living here would be a fairy tale.

Liz and Max were talking about the department. There had been some hard feelings within. The dean finally stepped in at the suggestion of Mr. Rameriez. He notified Doctor Jenks that his contract would not be picked up next year. There was a lot of talk, but no one really knew what went on in the dean’s office. Doctor Jenks just couldn’t let go. For the good of the department, he had to be removed. Mr. Rameriez made sure that everyone knew that it was his suggestion for the dean to take appropriate action. Liz understood that a couple of Doctor Jenks’s close friends were also job shopping. There was no pressure on them, but with feelings running high, they thought it would be best to seek a fresh start somewhere else. Liz had seen enough of departmental politics to know that she didn’t want any more to do with running the department. She had been promised her full professorship when she resumed her post. The way Liz had planned it with Max, it would be in a year. She didn’t know it, but Max had thought up the sabbatical just to get Liz out of the power struggles he feared would develop next year.

Max was looking out across the valley. “Marry me, Doctor,” Max used the term Doctor when he wanted to catch Liz’s attention about something important.

Liz turned to Max. He was looking out past the city. He slowly turned and said again, this time very slowly, “Elizabeth, will you marry me?”

Liz wasn’t sure of what to say. The rational part of her mind, which she had banished to the furthest reaches of her brain, raced to the forefront.

“Max, have we known each other long enough to consider marriage?” Oh how Liz hated that logic. Marry Max, of course, she wanted to marry Max, but she started to think of all the reasons she couldn’t.

Max turned to her and taking her chin in his hand, he turned her face toward himself. “Liz, last night you learned all about me that there is. I love you. What more can I say? I can afford to give you anything you want, but that is not important. What is important is how much I want to be with you. Not just when we travel or go out, but the other stuff like doing the housework.”

Liz had to laugh about this because of the weekend Max first slept with her, he didn’t want to go home and he did help with the house work and do the housey things with her. There really wasn’t much else she could say. Yes, she would marry Max just like that distant relative married Maximo. Max didn’t carry two pistols like Maximo, but Liz was sure he had a lot to do with her success this spring. She felt that she could be strong when standing beside him.

Thus ends the tale of the children of Maximo and Elizabetta. Their daughter had found her own soul mate and, it is hoped, that they would someday be able to write at their own story of the many loves and lives of Maxwell Evans and Elizabeth Parker-Evans and their children.

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The story is now finished. Yes it was difficult to write. The only Spanish I speak is the language a kid learns in school on the playgrounds and much of that is not fit to be printed. The Hispanic tradition is so important to the southwest that I wanted to impart at least a bit of it. Lucian Maxwell was a pattern for the Gutierrez Rancho. Maxwell built a life mixed with Anglo and Hispanic values as did Ernesto. I have always wanted to write a western but not like the pulp magazines where there is a gunfight every minute. The Southwest has been violent. My father came here in 1920. He found himself in a small town where every one was wearing a gun. At the time everyone was worried that there would be an Indian uprising even at that late date. Write me if you are curious about the details. I have known several modern gunfighters and I listened to their stories.

I hope you enjoyed Doctor Parker. My Liz was a smart girl who carried out her parent’s wishes. Trouble was her father died just after she completed his dream of seeing her graduate from Harvard. It is implied that he was sick and just hanging on until she finished. Her mother died of heartbreak, not wanting to continue life with out her husband. Liz was very devastated at their loss. She had put everything into her work neglecting her romantic and social life, rather enjoying vicariously the lives of others in reading. It took the determination of Max to bring her back to really living. The descriptions of Albuquerque are all accurate as I am sitting in my home in the valley looking up to the foothills of the mountains to the east and writing my several stories. Thank you for traveling with me in the lives and loves of Maximo Delgato. By the way the name Delgato means “of the cat.” It probably is not a real Hispanic name.

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The Young Vampire is a light hearted story about a vampire.

Acommidation This is a sad story how two people overcome adversity. It is a Max and Maria story that could be possible

You Can’t Go Back to Yesterday is a conventional fic which rewrites some of the first season and the rest of the story.