Chapter 27 - The Water Year
The next summer brought drought.
The public covenant was tested sooner than anyone expected.
Streams shrank.
Grass browned.
Neighboring wells failed.
Families traveled miles to Torne Ranch for water.
Corvin watched the line form one morning.
Wagons.
Horses.
Barrels.
People he knew.
People he did not.
Some had once accused him of betraying Carrick.
Some had defended Vane.
Some came from Mara's communities.
The compact required rationing.
Nobody received unlimited water.
Arguments erupted.
One rancher offered Corvin fifty dollars for priority.
Corvin refused.
The man doubled it.
"No."
"Your father would've taken it."
Corvin looked at him.
"Probably."
The rancher blinked.
Corvin pointed toward the posted allocation schedule.
"That's why we're doing it differently."
The system held.
Barely.
Children carried buckets.
Ranchers reduced herds.
Mara coordinated deliveries to remote families.
Jonah, temporarily barred from practicing law, became surprisingly skilled at water records.
Rebecca teased him.
"You finally found paperwork that helps people."
He replied, "Don't spread it around."
The drought lasted three months.
The well dropped but did not fail.
When autumn rain finally arrived, people gathered outside without planning to.
No ceremony had been scheduled.
Someone brought food.
Someone played a fiddle.
Corvin found Mara leaning against the stone wall.
"You realize this is a party."
"I feared as much."
"You hate parties?"
"I hate bad fiddles."
The music was terrible.
They stayed anyway.
Corvin looked at the crowd.
A year earlier, three hundred armed riders around his ranch had seemed like the beginning of war.
Now more than three hundred people stood around the same property because shared water had kept them alive.
He thought about Helena.
Elias.
Gideon.
Wesley Vale.
Ellis.
All the people whose choices had led here.
History did not disappear because a better year followed.
But neither did history forbid a better year.
Mara touched his hand.
"You are thinking too loudly."
"Sorry."
"What?"
"That I almost refused you water."
She looked amused.
"You hesitated three seconds."
"Felt longer."
"I had two knives."
"You keep reminding me."
"So you remember your bravery accurately."
He smiled.
Then a rider arrived carrying mail.
One letter came from the territorial court.
The long-awaited title determination.
Corvin opened it with Jonah and Mara.
The court recognized Torne Ranch's working title while affirming the jointly negotiated water covenant and restrictions on unilateral mineral transfer.
Not perfect.
But enforceable.
The legal uncertainty that had driven years of fraud was finally narrowed.
Jonah exhaled.
"It's over."
Mara shook her head.
"No."
Corvin looked at her.
She pointed toward the crowd.
"Now you have to keep the agreement."
Corvin smiled.
Of course.
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