The Gift

(Part 1)

by Jana

Four months, and he had to admit that he enjoyed being here, surrounded by the laughter, noise, and easy camaraderie that characterized this family.  His family.  The thought still took him by surprise.  Me with a large family, a sister and three brothers, who would have believed it?  Certainly not the rougher groups of ranch hands he spent his time with after Carterson’s.  No one he knew in Mexico.  No, Heath the loner, and a family to care for him seemed like opposite ends of the spectrum.  While it seemed as if his entire life had changed overnight, one thing hadn’t changed.  Even though he considered himself to be surrounded by opulent wealth, he was still poor.  Dirt poor.  He didn’t mind because riches to him were not wrapped up in money but he was getting to dire straights.  His clothes *cheap at best* were thoroughly worn, threadbare even, his saddle was cracked from continuous use, and a poor quality leather, that no amount of oiling could repair.  Yes, he needed money but he was not going to ask his family for a cent.  They had, after all, taken him in and given him love, support, room and board.  Asking for more would be selfish, but how was he going to get hold of $20.00 or so?  He continued to ponder this question as he rode back from Stockton.  He’d delivered the telegram as requested, and couldn’t even go in for a drink with the other hands as he had no cash.  Hell, not even two bits for a whiskey. *Now don’t that just beat all* I can’t remember being this poor since Carterson’s.   

Frustrated,  he decided to detour and go through the scrubby hills on the left.  This was a new area for him and one he’d been wanting to explore.  The wide‑open country made him feel peaceful. *A family and peace, what more could a man want? * As his mind wandered he let his horse take the lead and for the first time Gal stumbled.  Dismounting quickly he checked her front leg and decided that it was going to be a long walk for the two of them.   As the slow walk home began, he watched Gal falter more with each step. *The sprain must be worse than I thought*.  Rounding a bend Heath spied a homestead that he had not noticed before.  It was tucked way back among some trees. *Perhaps I’ll detour and see if they have a horse I can borrow and then I’ll come and get Gal tomorrow. * As he slowly made his way toward the house he began noticing small things.  The barn was missing roof shingles and the doors didn’t close properly.  The gate was broken and much of the fencing missing.  The animal pens were roughly patched and the house in need of repair. *White washing for a start, mended shutters, screen door broken and bent, porch planking was buckling, and the steps basically gave way under his weight.  If it hadn’t been for the two cows and a few pigs, he would have sworn he had come upon an abandoned house. 

Immediately Heath’s nature got the better of him and he wanted to help whoever lived here.  His mind conjured up pictures of a mama and her son  trying to make a go of it in a rough place.  Stop it Heath, he mentally gave himself a shake, and reminded himself that there were lots of reasons for a run down home.   Not everybody has lived your life.  He reminded himself that just six months ago this, to him,  would have been living in the lap of luxury.   With that thought in mind he knocked.  He heard shuffling inside and the rickety door slowly creaked open.  Standing in the doorway was a woman in her mid sixties he reckoned and he had to work hard to control his  laughter that almost burst forth upon viewing her.  Never could he imagine from her broad smile that she could be anything other than the most fun loving woman on earth. 

“Howdy mister, what can I do for you? The name’s Edna.”  As she was speaking, she dusted off her apron sending flour swirling in all directions.  Bits of cherry flew across the room as she hastily tried to clean her hands before shaking Heath’s. 

“Names Heath, Ma’am.  My horse sprained her leg about a mile back and the walk isn’t doing her any good.  I was hoping that maybe I could borrow a horse to get home and return him to you tomorrow.  My family doesn’t like it if I’m late to dinner.” 

“Well son, you’ve landed at the wrong ranch then.  Look around, now if you can ride a pig” . . .  her eyes glinted merrily. 

“No, Ma’am, don’t reckon the pig’ll do, thank ya just the same.” 

“Who is it Edna?” a gaunt older rancher asked as he approached the door behind his ample wife. 

“A boy, Heath’s his name, with a lame horse, he’s leaving as he doesn’t think he can ride the pig.” 

“Good, no time to jaw with strangers, we have work ta do.” So saying, he reentered the back room. 

“Sorry, wish we could have been of more help.” 

“No problem, I’ll just be on my way.”  With that Heath led the hobbling Gal home.  

 During the long walk home Heath had plenty of time to dwell on his problem, and the closer he got to the manicured lawn, beautiful gates and stunning house he called home he found an idea forming in the back of his mind.  

 He took Gal directly to the stable and saw to her personally that night.  It had taken the better part of five hours to walk home and he was  tired, dirty, and his feet were killing him.  Boy he didn’t relish having to put those boots on tomorrow!  But for all that, he knew that Gal was the one that had suffered the most.  After currying her real good, just as she liked,  Heath bent to look at the sprain.  It’s bad but thank God it’s not worse or I’d be horseless in the morning and losing Gal would be too much right now.  As he wrapped her leg, he thought back through his personal inventory.  Three shirts, a rifle, blanket, one pair of boots, two pairs of pants, nice belt, gun and holster, hat,  a deck of cards, a saddle, and Gal.  Well selling what little he had wouldn’t get him enough for new clothes, let alone feel like he could buy his brother a beer at the local saloon. 

*I've never needed much, maybe if I sold my rifle no one would notice and at least I could look respectable for the next five months or so.  Winter would be here then and with that season came a whole new set of problems.  He’d need a coat for starters, and some warm socks.  Just necessities really, but he didn’t want to ask for them, and God knew he couldn’t knit them himself.   He ought to be able to figure out a way to clothe himself.  Nagging at the back of Heath’s mind was that notion again, but how to do it and keep it a secret.  It wouldn’t do for them to know he had taken a second job.  Maybe he could use the need to ride Gal, get her back in shape.  Would this buy him a few hours nightly, or maybe on Sunday when they went to church?  They never pushed him to go to church.  Yes maybe Sunday would work.  Next obstacle.  Would the offer be acceptable to Edna and her husband? *Well it was the only option he could come up with, and he intended, by sheer determination to see that it worked out.  He would not ask for money.  He never did.  Charity and a Thompson didn’t go together. *Why had he thought Thompson, he was a Barkley now? *   Well he had trouble associating money troubles with his new last name.  This thought often gave him pause and caused him to smile.  Two people.  The poor Heath Thompson and the rich Heath Barkley, well he could blend the two.  Thompson could provide what Barkley refused to ask for. 

The house was eerily quiet to him. Everyone had obviously already gone to bed.  As he eased the boots off his weary feet in the entry, he picked them up and quietly climbed the stairs.  He still couldn’t figure out how Nick could continually break the peace of the house by yelling.  He always felt he was defiling its grandeur, not giving it the respect it deserved, if he got too loud, yet Nick seemed to do it daily.  How interesting this new family of his was. 

Opening the door to his room, he noticed Victoria’s door closing.  Smiling to himself he thought how nice it was to have people worry about him.  It would take a long time to believe they truly cared, but it was an interesting feeling none the less.  With happy thoughts and a decision about his problem Heath promptly fell into the deep oblivious sleep of the contented. 

He awoke early, ready to put his plan into action.  Meeting Nick on the stairway to breakfast he said,  “Hey Nick, today I’m gonna fix the fence on the north ridge and then take a look at the herd on the north forty.” 

“Sounds like a worthy day’s effort.  I’m going to look for that herd of wild horses down by Browns Culvert.”   

With the day’s plans settled they both enjoyed a hearty breakfast.  Eggs, bacon, ham, kippers, potatoes, steak, oatmeal, and his favorite, Silas’s raisin bread, fresh from the oven and dripping with icing.  Often the sumptuousness of the meals overwhelmed him.  There were many tastes in the family and often different from what might be expected (who would think Nick liked oatmeal) but still the abundance overwhelmed him when he truly thought about it.  Of course they would all eat beans on the trail and whatever game they caught, but at home everybody was looked after and pleased. 

He knew that’s why the raisin bread was there.   One night he’d mentioned it during a checkers match, as the only sweet treat he’d ever had.  A man had come through town selling raisins from his grape vineyard and Heath knew he’d never get any.  He just followed the wagon.  At the end of the day the kind vendor took the left over raisins, about two handfuls, and gave them to Heath.   He could remember wanting to cry out in pleasure as he carried them home in his grubby hands to his Mama.  She had added them to the bread dough and given him a special smile.  Thanking him for the treat she tucked him in and told him he would be rewarded tomorrow.  The next morning he had gotten his first and last piece of raisin bread and was transported to heaven.  Never had anything been so sweet.  He’d not had raisin bread again until after recounting the story.  Now it appeared once a week just for him. 

Again the resolve, if they could do all this for him he’d never ask for more.  Cutting a thick slice of the warm bread he turned to join the others at the table, only to catch the indulgent glance of Victoria and the pleased look of his sister as they tried to pretend there was nothing out of the ordinary going on. 

After breakfast he saddled the Barkley’s  newest stallion, Charger, telling Nick it would help keep Charger used to being ridden, as Charger was nearly broken and only a little skittish.  

 With that he went to mend the fence.  He had picked these jobs carefully for between the fence and the cattle lay Edna’s place.  Having finished the fence by noon he quickly mounted Charger and rode straight to Edna’s.  Dismounting, he once again noticed the disrepair and prayed everything would go smoothly. His knock was answered by a smiling Edna and seeing Heath in front of her she welcomed him inside with “How’s your horse young man and what brings you back this way?” 

“Well Ma’am, I had a proposition to put to you and your husband.  Is he home?” 

Looking around Edna called “George, that young fella is here again and would like to speak with us.” 

“Edna you know I’m busy trying to get this dang board down in the bedroom.” 

“Don’t you have a minute?  He rode all the way here just to talk to us.” 

A grumbling, “Be right out,” was heard and with that Edna offered Heath a seat.  George emerged from the bedroom looking like he had wrestled a bear all by himself.  He was covered in sawdust and sweat dripped down his face in rivulets. 

“What do you want?  Heath isn’t it?” 

“Yes Sir Mr.  . . . ” 

“Call me George, now hurry up and talk I ain’t got all day.” 

“Well Sir, Ma’am, you see I’m in kinda a fix and I thought maybe we could help each other.  Of course you’d be helping me mostly” he trailed off. 

Heath understood what it felt like to be told you needed help or money etc . . . and didn’t want to state his proposition wrong lest he offend his only hope.

“You see, I could use a little extra money and it seems like, maybe, I was thinking I could help you around here some.” 

“Now hold on a minute, I don’t need any help you . . . ”  George began. 

“Wait, Heath quickly cut in, like I said, you’d be helping me really.   I’m not asking for much. I’d fix that shed maybe and you could just give me what you think its worth.  I’m not even asking for full pay or nothing.  I’ll even do the work first so you can see that I’d do a good job.” 

“Oh George,” Edna exclaimed, “ we keep falling farther behind.  It would help.” 

“Edna, watch what you say, I’m not agreeing to nothing here.  Heath . . . that name sounds familiar to me.   Don’t hear it often.  Ain’t that the name of that new Barkley?  I think I heard it in town a month or two ago.” 

*Oh God here it comes, you need a new plan now Heath. * 

“Well?”  George looked at Heath. 

Looking very uncomfortable, Heath merely nodded yes. 

“OK boy, I’ll give it a try, it’d be funny having a Barkley working for me.” 

“Now George . . . ” 

“Its okay Ma’am.  I really do appreciate it.  I can come over on Tuesday and Friday evenings, and all day on Sunday.  Is that okay?” 

“Fine Heath, but don’t expect nothing more from us, see you Tuesday, and you just go straight to work on that shed.  No need to speak to us again.” 

“Yes Sir, Heath said, Thank you.”  Rising from the chair, he quickly left the house of his new employers.  As he closed the door, he overheard George tell Edna to stay away from him.  No kind words mind you.  You’re too trusting and as a Barkley, he’s looking for something.  I don’t know what but I’ll figure it out.  In the meantime he can get some stuff done around here.  

*Well at least I’ll get some money* Heath thought as he mounted Charger and went to work with the cattle. 

Finishing for the day, the cattle all accounted for,  Heath rode in, cleaned up for dinner, and joined the family feeling very relaxed for the first time in months.  Dinner went well he thought to himself, better than normal actually.  If he had asked anybody else at the table, they would have agreed. 

Heath worked tremendously hard, never slacking.  The principals he had learned as a child held him in good stead.  Two hours Tuesday and four hours by lamplight Friday, while the family went to town for a social.  When asked why he wasn’t coming he’d had to think fast, and he fell back on the old excuse that he wasn’t good at dancing.   He’d have to be more creative he decided, smiling slightly to himself.  They wouldn’t buy that excuse forever.  Next week he’d say he was going into town on personal business.   They never bothered him on this issue, well at least not yet.  Once again he was warmed as he thought about how hard they were trying to make him feel comfortable.  He could see how hard it was for them, especially Nick and Victoria, but sometimes he felt they  tried harder than he did.  Guilt works wonders, Heath concluded.  I’ll need to try harder, wonder what they’d say if they knew what I was doing.  Well,  like most things in his life, it would be just another obstacle to overcome, and he’d deal with it when it arose.  No sense anticipating what gave you a few good days before the inevitable storm hit. 

Sunday at the Barkley’s nobody was expected to work, so Heath disappeared to George and Edna’s while the rest of the family went to church.  He still wasn’t ready to explain why he never joined them for church and again he was grateful they didn’t press the issue.  He couldn’t stand any more staring in a house of God.  Church was supposed to make you feel better about your lot in life but all his experiences were negative.  So on Sunday he spent all day under God’s sun instead, trying to finish the shed.  He’d gotten a good start in the previous six hours, but today was his day to really make progress and show them he was useful.  Sawing, hammering, nailing, he didn’t even break until long after noon.  The water from his canteen tasted real cool when he finally did take a few minutes off.   Wiping his mouth on his sleeve, he petted Charger briefly.  Gal would be better soon he thought, but in the meantime he was enjoying riding Charger.  As he turned to go back to work  Edna appeared from inside the house.  As she opened the door, the aroma of fresh baked pies assailed his nose and he could feel his stomach begin to rumble.  Time enough for food tonight, today I have work to do, but  as he continued back to the shed Edna called “Heath, would you like some fresh made lemonade?” 

“Sure would, Ma’am.  Thank you.” 

As Edna handed Heath the glass George called from the window, “I told you no favors for that boy.  Get the lemonade and come back in, we didn’t offer to feed him.” 

Flinching inwardly at the often heard remark or some other like it Heath returned the undrunk lemonade to Edna, smiled and said “Thank ya anyway, Ma’am.”  He returned to the shed and worked hot, sweaty, and shirtless, throughout the day.  From her window Edna once again observed Heath and thought *It’s a good thing we don’t have daughters!*

  **********

By five p.m. Heath felt he should call it a day and it seemed George agreed.  “Get on home boy, won’t be done today anyway.” 

“Yes Sir, should have it done by Thursday night though.” 

“We’ll see.” 

“George, I told you he’s a hard worker and he’s done wonders already.  Can’t I offer him a sandwich for the ride home?”  

“Edna I said no.  Least not until I can figure out why he’s here.  Expect the Barkleys want our land and he’s checking it out for them.” 

“George come on, have you seen his clothes?  He may be a Barkley but it seems to me he needs to be here too.”

 “No reason for the rich Barkley’s to be here, heard tell that now that he’s come even he will be rich.”  And that’s how it was left as Heath rode away, once again wondering if people’s memories would ever dim. 

This pattern continued for the next two weeks but on Sunday of the third week Edna again took Heath a lemonade. 

“Do you think I should Ma’am?” 

“Call me Edna and that’s an order.  I’m not a Ma’am.” 

“Yes Ma’am, Unh Edna.” 

Smiling Edna said “That’s better, drink up.” 

The lemonade felt cool to Heath’s parched throat and he gratefully gave her back an empty glass when he noticed George watching.  Not wanting to get Edna in trouble Heath said “Sorry Sir, I’ll get right back to it.  Could I have a word with you when I’m done today?” 

“Sure, come on Edna” George said, as he left Heath to finish up.  About five again Heath rinsed off, slicked back his wet hair, and replaced his shirt over his tired muscles.  This was hard work, keeping a secret that he was doing two jobs, and trying to get enough sleep to allow him the energy to keep up this pace.  “I’ll be right back Gal” he said and went to find George.  Today would be payday.         

“What Heath?”  George grumbled, fully expecting Heath to ask for money. 

“Well I was figuring it was time to be paid.  I’ve finished the shed, repaired the animal pens, and done the front stairs to make them safe for Edna.”  He figured helping Edna was the least he could do. 

“So you have, so you have” George muttered.  “Okay, I was figuring you’d be wanting your pay soon.  Here’s $20.00, that okay with you? .” 

“Yes Sir.  Fine.  Are you happy with my work because I could sure use to keep on here?” 

“Be back Sunday and get started on the porch.  Now get on home with you.” 

Mounting Charger with a leap Heath rode home, money in his pocket.  It was a good feeling.  The money wasn’t much, at least not compared to what the Barkley’s paid, but it was what he needed and after all he was only working 14 hours per week extra. 

 On Wednesday, when he went to the General Store for supplies with Nick, he intended to buy a new shirt, maybe two.  Not much, he needed to start saving for a saddle.  You know he amended to himself, a family, peace, and financial independence was what he needed to really feel good.             

“Buying yourself a new shirt, Heath? I was wondering when you’d finally get around to it.” 

“Sure am, Mr. Weber.  Figure its about time, don’t you?” and smiling he picked out a blue chambray. 

 As Heath was tucking it in the buggy for the ride home Nick asked, “What’d ya buy?” 

“Just a shirt Nick, hey you want a beer before we head home?” 

“What, you buying?  Of course.”  Nick added. 

Feeling on top of the world Heath treated his brother to a beer. *Yes the extra job and the exhaustion that came with it was well worth the price. 

That night during their nightly card game of Pinochle, Audra noticed Heath’s new shirt, and dimpling said,  “That’s a nice looking shirt Heath, makes your eyes look bluer.” 

“Thanks.” 

“Are you blushing, hey Mother, I think Heath’s blushing” she teased? 

“Now Audra leave him alone, and Heath that shirt does look nice on you.” 

“Are you playing cards . . .  

“Heath, your trying to change the topic.” 

“Sure am, and I’m tired too.  If we don’t finish now I’ll have to assume I win by default.” 

“No you don’t, Audra giggled, I’m winning now.”  In the next few minutes of heated play Heath promptly beat Audra and kissing her lightly, thanked her for the game and turned in.  Falling asleep for the night Heath felt amazed at the changes in his life.  He was calming down, less angry, settling in.  It was a great feeling.  What was that they said about complacency?  Never expect things to stay the same.  Change was a constant. 

Once again finishing his chores he rode the recovered Gal to Edna’s and began to work.  Over the past few weeks, as he accomplished many necessary jobs, George relaxed his vigilance, trusting Heath to keep up a steady pace.  Often now Edna would be working outside in the garden near Heath as he worked on one of the many tasks needed to keep their home from caving in around them.  She told him many stories of her youth and of their move to Stockton.  This day would be no different and Heath was looking forward to it, but today her casual words changed everything. 

“Heath dear, I hear Saturday is Victoria’s birthday, and as everyone knows her birthday is her favorite day of the year.  What are you getting her?” 

Stopping abruptly, Heath turned and said “Why?” 

“Why, what Heath.” 

“Why should I get her something?” 

Smiling, Edna answered “Heath its customary to get your family members something on their birthdays, and with how excited all the Barkleys get I figured it was something you’d be thinking about.”  Seeing the look of hopelessness  that crossed his face she waited patiently for his next carefully measured words. 

“Edna. I didn’t even realize it was her birthday.  Even knowing it now I don’t have the  money to buy her a good gift.   Hell!   UH, excuse me.  I wouldn’t even know what to get her.” 

 Despair, complete and dark,  washed over him.  He wouldn’t even be in Stockton before her birthday and with all her lovely possessions he was sure there was nothing in all of Stockton that would be good enough for her.  At least not as good as he would want it to be.   She was special to him, she deserved the best.   

His own birthday had been 2 months before, but he never even gave it a thought. Hadn’t in years.  Since fifteen he’d not celebrated a birthday at all.  Often the day passed unnoticed , until weeks later when he would realize May 10th had come and gone.  He  recalled that his birthday celebrations were always a quiet walk with his Mama, and a chance to really talk with her.  He’d never had a real present before.  Okay, he’d bought girls things before, but that was for different reasons altogether.  Why couldn’t it have been one of the others birthdays first.  Victoria he really wanted to please, needed to please.  Running was his first thought.  I could go away on business and miss the entire week.  No that wouldn’t be right, maybe just pretend I don’t know and leave really early that day. *Why had no one mentioned it to him yet?  Of course they wouldn’t see the need to tell him.  They would just expect him to know.* 

Edna, seeing all this cross Heath’s face, once again thought how expressive he could be when one got to know him, and had an idea.  “Wait here Heath,” she said, running inside.  Returning a few minutes later she handed him a box of lovely floral stationary that was unused.  “Heath, I think this might make a good present for Victoria.  It was from my sister, Thelma in Boston.  She gave it to me thinking I would write her after George and I moved to California.  I didn’t tell her, but I never liked the pattern.  I also hated to write, so I never used it.  Now she’s dead, been gone ten years, so I know I’ll never use it.” 

“I really couldn’t Ma’am.” 

“Heath, don’t call me Ma’am,” she said, as the realization came that he resorted to formalities when he was embarrassed or nervous. 

“Yes Ma’am, uh..Edna I mean.  I just wouldn’t feel right about taking the stationary.  I’m sure I can figure something out.” 

“Heath, I know its hard for you to accept things, but this isn’t charity, you can pay me if you feel you need to, but you’ll never get to town before her birthday.  This makes sense.  Please let me help.  I want to.  Makes me feel like I have the son I never got.” 

Realizing it was about the only solution to his problem, Heath accepted with, “Okay, but let me pay you two dollars for it, I’ll feel better that way Ma’am.” 

*I’ll let the Ma’am go this time but never again* thought Edna, as she answered “Of course Heath, if you insist.” 

Tucking the prized package in Gal’s saddlebag Heath wondered at Edna’s kindness and stunning revelation that she felt like he was her son.  More importantly, he wondered if the present was going to be good enough for his adopted Mother.  Letting her down would almost kill him. 

July 10th turned out to be the brightest day of the year so far.  It was as if God had instructed his angels to see to it that Victoria’s birthday was as perfect as he could make it as well. *What a beautiful day for a beautiful woman* Heath thought.  Descending the stairs, he saw Audra carrying a gaily wrapped package, so he quickly returned to his room and collected his, thanking

God silently that Edna had wrapped his for him.  Entering the dining room he placed his package along side all the others.  They varied in size, shape, and color, but each giver, his brothers and sister seemed very excited.  He felt his stomach knot and began to unconsciously fiddle with the buttons on his shirt sleeve. *Something more than just a birthday seemed to be going on here.*  

He served himself from the sideboard, grabbing a coveted piece of the raisin bread, and joined Audra and Jarrod at the table.  As the first fork full of eggs entered his mouth he heard Victoria exclaim “Good Heavens” as she entered the dining room.  “Are all these for me?’ 

“Of course Mother, who else has such lavish birthdays” Jarrod said with a fond smile. 

It was easy for Heath to see what Edna meant.  Obviously Victoria’s birthday was a yearly highlight that everyone took joy in.  To bad he didn’t feel any delight only heightened nervousness. 

“Well Mother, Nick boomed entering with yet another package, are you ready to begin the opening ceremonies?” With that he placed his package at the head of the table directly in front of his Mother. 

“Does anyone mind if I open them while you eat?  I’m to excited to eat now.”

 “No of course not Mother, Audra said, that’s what we love about your birthday, start with Nick’s since he put it in front of you and lets see what he picked out for you.” 

Slowly opening the gift, taking off first the ribbon and folding the paper neatly, Victoria, prolonging the agony, gave a smile. 

“Hurry up Mother,” snarled Nick.  His anticipation almost as great as hers. 

“I am dear,” she said with am impish grin. 

The entire family Heath noticed, just shook their heads and grinned back. *So this is a birthday celebration, I wonder if it’s the same for everybody?* Heath watched, wide eyed as Victoria removed a lovely sapphire necklace from the depths of the velvet box, and once aging his stomach clenched.   

“Oh Nick, how lovely, you know how much I love sapphires.  I didn’t wear any jewelry this morning, just in case.   Come fasten it for me please.” she said holding it lovingly up to her throat. 

Rising from his chair, a huge grin splitting his face, Nick made his way behind his Mother and ceremoniously fastened the clip.  While doing so, he bent down and whispered, just loud enough for the entire table to hear, “They bring out your eyes, but today you sparkle more than the gems.  Sapphires for a gem of a Mother, I just seemed right somehow.  Happy Birthday.” 

“Alright Brother Nick you have had your turn” Jarrod piped up.  “Mother if you want a truly inspired gift on this special day may I direct your attention to the red envelope on the table.” 

Opening the envelope Victoria gasped.  “Oh Jarrod, I can’t believe it.  How did you ever manage to get the thirty acres of Cobblers Creek I’ve wanted for the past fifteen years?  Finally, the perfect spot to enjoy picnics with my grandchildren.  Have I told you how your Father would take me to Cobblers Creek and...........” 

“Yes Mother many times” three voices said in unison.   

Laughing at herself Victoria said “Well maybe I’ll save the story for another day then.” 

“Jarrod, how do you do it every year?  No matter what I come up with you top me.” Nick said. 

“Just a keen sense of knowing Mother’s tastes exactly dear brother.” 

As the banter continued Heath  felt his stomach tighten past the point of all probability and stopped eating lest he embarrass himself by being forced to run from the table. *Guess I should have left early after all.* Knowing that there was no way to salvage his gift he began praying in earnest for a disaster to befall the cattle herd, anything to get him from the room. 

“Now mine Mother,” Audra’s light voice brought Heath from his dark musings. 

“Okay dear, which one is it?” 

“The blue one.  Here I’ll get it for you.”  And with that she handed the flat blue package to Victoria.   

*It’s a book.*, Victoria mused as she unwrapped the elegantly wrapped gift.  As the wrappings fell away awe entered Victoria’s eyes.  Enclosed was a hand embroidered scrapbook with her and Tom’s wedding date and the birth of her children recorded on the cover.  Slowly opening the book, and lingering over each page, her hand occasionally reaching out to touch a picture as if she could rekindle a memory from the feel alone, Victoria’s eyes grew misty.  Inside Audra had compiled pictures of Tom’s and her life.  A gift more precious than words.  A legacy for all generations to come.  

“Audra it’s perfect, she said raising to hug her daughter, when did you find the time?” 

“I think I beat you this year Jarrod,” Audra gloated.  “Mother. I’ve spent months on it, absolutely months.  All our friends pitched in with stories and pictures.” 

At that moment Silas entered   the dining room with a lovely vase of pink and white roses.  “Excuse me Miss Audra.”  “I’ve made this arrangement up in your favorite colors to help decorate the house for your birthday, Ms Barkley.” 

“Silas, every year you are so thoughtful.  These are lovely, perhaps the prettiest we’ve ever grown, and where did the white ones come from?   I’m sure we have no white roses.” 

“No Ma’am, I traded them with Wilbur Jenkins.  Glad you like them.” 

“Silas, you know I do and you shouldn’t have gone to all the trouble.” 

“Nothings to much trouble for you on your birthday Mrs. Barkley.” 

Reaching for the last gift Victoria exclaimed, “What have we here?   It must be from Heath.”  Smiling she opened his offering *At least that’s how it felt to him, an offering, not a gift.* Heath thought. 

“What lovely stationary Heath, where ever did you find any this pretty. How thoughtful  knowing I’ll have all these thank you notes to write.”  With each placating word she uttered he felt his world collapse just a little.  Grinning like a school girl, she clapped her hand together and declared “I think I can eat now, but mind you all to save room for cake after the party tonight. 

*I know I’ve been gone a lot but how could I have missed hearing of a party.* On one side of the table sat Victoria hoping for a day that would never end and across the way sat Heath wishing the day never began. 

While the men were out working, the Barkley home was fully transported into a fairyland for Victoria’s party.  Candles blazed from every window and available candle holder.  All the silver was polished to a gleaming state and the crystal sparkled.  Flowers adorned every nook and cranny and even the banister was wrapped in lace.

The garden was also alight with Chinese lanterns strung between the trees.  The garden path was lit with candles, ingeniously placed in paper bags , held down by sand.  It was a new idea from the East coast , and all agreed that Victorias birthday was the proper place to implement the new trend.  Jarrod had already picked out a place to bring the lovely Candace for a moonlight stroll, and perhaps another of her fabulous kisses. 

By nine p.m. the guests began arriving, in carriages that had been freshly washed.  Everyone was in their Sunday best, and a few of the more well to do ladies wore gowns that they had made up in San Francisco for the occasion.  Each person came bearing a wonderfully wrapped package.  Victoria was showered all night by well wishers, reminisces of past birthday bashes, and thoughts to the future. 

The live orchestra that Jarrod had engaged played throughout the magical night, and the gowns of the ladies twirled in a myriad of colors as each danced until well into the early hours of the morning.  Occasionally one could glimpse a gentleman leading his fair lady off for one of the coveted moonlight strolls. 

Around midnight Victoria, on Jarrod’s arm led the way into the dining hall where everyone refreshed themselves with a cold feast that included such delicacies as imported lobster, lamb curries, and crab stuffed mushrooms.  After dinner Nick announced it was time for the piece de resistance, the cake.  Out was wheeled an enormous two tiered cake decorated with flowers, both candied and real.  A pink velvet ribbon encircled each layer. And the very top held a filled crystal champagne goblet.  After presenting the glass to Victoria, she took a sip and the cake was cut and passed out to every attendee. 

As the party ended the guests assured Victoria that each birthday was better than the last, and that this one was the best yet.   

Heath somehow survived the party that night, packed with well wishers, bearing gifts that made the queen’s birthday look trivial.  By the end of the night Heath had counted fourteen packages of stationary.  As he had observed the steady progression of happy guests his resolve tightened as much as his stomach had done that morning.  I am a Barkley!  Never again will I be left looking like a poor relation who doesn’t understand what makes a good gift.  No that’s not entirely true, it was a good gift.  My gift would have pleased my mama no end, would’ve been one of the finest things she’d ever seen.  Not just one of a multitude easily forgotten.  But Victoria isn’t my mama, she is kindness itself.  No, next time my gift will be as good as any of the family members.  I’ll see to it. 

Riding to Edna’s acted as a balm to Heath’s injured pride.  As he approached he noticed that the ranch no longer looked run down and un‑lived in.  Pretty soon he’d be out of a job.  Edna appeared and seeing Heath’s face, she decided he shouldn’t be alone and offered him Sunday breakfast.  George poked his nose out the door and said, “Come on in boy, she’ll get her way.  Always does.  Join us.” 

As he was moving to a seat at the table Edna decided to jump right in.  “So Heath, how was Victoria’s birthday?” 

His face darkening he said “I reckon about everybody in Stockton turned out to celebrate.  Trying to forestall the inevitable he added, It was quite an elaborate affair.  House decorated to the hilt, food galore, and all lit by candles twinkling in the night.” 

“And.......”  Edna added. 

“Oh, my gift, she really liked it, she said it was lovely.   She seemed real pleased Ma’am,” he said fully knowing what it was she was asking.  He didn’t want to upset Edna, she had helped him out.  At least he had a gift to give her.  Being the only one with out a gift would have been much worse. 

*Ma’am again, well I guess I should have expected that from him* Edna thought, after all Mable had come over late Saturday after the party and told them all about it.  Seemed flowers, stationary, and fresh baked goods, were in abundance.  Mable also stated how beautiful Victoria looked in her new sapphires from Nick and how wonderful Audra’s book that they all had helped on was.  How kind Heath was to try and gracefully let her think he was proud of her gift.    The more she saw of this boy (no man she amended) the more she admired him.  Other men would curse, or spell out all their annoyance angrily.  If Heath was ever on his own again she would gladly take him in.  He was charming. 

“Glad to hear that Heath,” she said, then she realized he had begun to talk with George as she was thinking about him. 

“I know the work is almost finished Sir, but I’ve got another offer for you.  I’ll continue to help you around here.  It should be all finished by September, but then winter will be approaching and I know you’ll have harvesting and have special needs for the animals.   That new horse needs breaking in.  I’d like to stay on and help if I may, and be paid partly in money and partly in redwood so I can make Christmas presents for the family.  I’d also like the use of your barn and tools so they don’t find out what I’m doing.”  Last night as he had lain awake reliving the dreadful day over and over, the ideas struck him and he now had Christmas ideas for all of them.  It would take work, time, and patience but he was sure it would be the answer to his present problem.  He knew he would never have the money to buy elaborate presents like gems, so he would make their gifts.  All he needed was George’s okay. He had enough for the new saddle set aside and figured he had a start on a winter coat.  He could do without the rest. 

“Well Heath, I reckon I can do as you ask.  I must admit you’ve been very valuable to us and I’d hate to see you go.  Startin’ to be like family,  boy.” 

“Thank ya George, Edna, I’d best be getting to work on the roof,” and with that he left to begin his day.  Mounting the ladder to the roof he thought fondly of George and Edna and about how awful George was with tools.  He was good with animals, but the house would have fallen down around them without intervention.  It seemed to Heath that most of the repairs he needed to do had been made much worse by George’s attempts to fix things.  They probably would have been better left alone.  Yes this was working out.  George was overcoming his hesitancy and prejudice toward Heath and Heath was able to feel like a man.  As he repaired the battered roof he thought of what his family did in their spare time, how they never questioned where he got his money or what he did all these nights he spent working for George and Edna. *Wonder if they care at all or just figure I’m using their money.* No use giving it too much thought and he turned his attention back to the roof and put in another long hard day. 

Monday roundup started on the ranch and he would need to be rested.  He quit for the day after finishing on the roof and asked George to order him the carefully thought out amounts of lumber and also explained he would not make it Tuesday but would be there Friday as round up should be completed. 

As always round up was hot dusty work and everyone from the Barkley sons to the foreman and ranch hands pitched in fully to complete the job in as little time as possible.  After the first incredibly long days in the saddle, Heath riding on reserves basically fell asleep as soon as he had Gal settled for the night.  Nick offered food but he was to tired to eat.  Everyone awoke at the break of day and after a quick meal at the chuck wagon the next long day began.  Each night was the same.  Heath settling Gal and Nick offering food which Heath declined before he dropped into an exhausted sleep.  Friday at 4pm saw the conclusion of the round up and Nick and Heath wearily trudged into the house. Both men were greeted warmly by Victoria and Audra and told to clean up for dinner.  Returning downstairs, Heath interrupted a conversation in progress on plans for later that night.  Audra was asking Nick if he was going to the dance like all the ranch hands to celebrate a successful round up. 

“Of course, Sis, wouldn’t miss it for the world, and seeing Heath he added, you coming too?.” 

“No Nick, I don’t think I could take all that noise, I’m gonna ride Gal to the lake and spend some quiet time after dinner, then hit the sack.” 

“You sure have been sleeping a lot, are you ill?” 

“Ill, Heath why didn’t you say anything?” Victoria admonished, moving to place a kiss on his forehead to check for fever.

Smiling at the novelty Heath said “No I’m not ill, it’s just been a long week and I’m tired is all.” 

“Well you don’t seem to have a fever.” 

“He didn’t eat much either Mother, Nick added.” 

Exasperated Heath said, “If I was sick I’d go see a doctor, let me be.   Let’s eat.  Something smells good.” 

With his words they adjourned to the dining room.  After dinner Nick, Audra, and Victoria left for the dance and Heath snuck off to Edna’s.  Heath finished the roof and as the sun went down he moved inside to tackle the loose floor boards in the bedroom.  While Heath was finishing up George entered the bedroom, gave Heath $10.00 and asked him to join him in the barn.   

Heath went with George and his eyes were greeted with the most glorious redwood he had ever seen.  Sections of burl, with their intricate patterns and birds eye were also included.  Without thinking Heath hugged George, then quickly realizing what he had done backed away.  Moving to gently run his hands over the glorious wood Heath thanked George and added Edna’s name to the thank you as he saw her on the other side of the barn, eyes sparkling with mirth.  She had obviously seen  his hug to George.   

“I’ve never seen wood this wonderful.  I’m sure I don’t make enough to cover it.”   

Edna came and hugged Heath and George added gruffly, “It’s the least we could do for you boy.  Your like family now and well Edna loves you.  Is this what you were looking for?” 

“Sure is,” Heath remarked trying to break free of Edna’s bear hug, embarrassment getting the better of him. *Would he ever get good at receiving affection?* It did seem that the wall was crumbling but that nagging fear that it wouldn’t last gnawed at Heath deeply.  “I best be getting back before they miss me.”  Turning abruptly and moving toward Gal he mounted in one fluid motion and galloped off as though the devil was chasing him, all the time unaware of George and Edna, arm in arm smiling as they watched him ride away.  

The next few weeks flew by for Heath as he alternately worked on branding the entire Barkley herd’s new calves and continued to keep up with the repairs on George and Edna’s place.  He interspersed the work with closeting himself in George’s barn to work on Christmas gifts for the entire family.  He was going to need more time if he was ever to complete them all and time was becoming a precious commodity, as the family was already remarking on his extended absences from the usual family pre‑dinner drinks, dinners, and after dinner games they all enjoyed.  The long hours working were beginning to take their toll as well.  Heath was tired, pure and simple.  He was used to hard work and long hours but he’d need a break soon, and couldn’t quite figure out how to get one. 

“Morning all, he greeted his family entering the dining room, is that raisin bread I smell?” 

“Yes it is Heath, Victoria answered, and thank you for joining us, the bread has missed you, as have we.  The rebuff gentle but not unnoticed. 

“I know, I’m sorry Heath stated, things should calm down soon.” 

“Oh Heath how wonderful,”  Audra exclaimed. 

Heath chose to remain silent from here on out so nobody began questioning what was taking up so much of his time.  Let them wonder, he thought.  He was having a hard enough time figuring out lies to tell them.  If they really thought about it they would assume Gal was ready for the glue factory soon.  She was his major excuse, and it was hard for him to believe that any horse needed all the exercise he said Gal did. 

Munching his way through the raisin bread, he listened to the conversation that ebbed around him.  He often wondered at how easily it flowed with no input from himself.  It was at these times that he felt he was an outsider, lucky enough just to be allowed to tag along, then every time this thought crossed his mind one of them , his brothers, sister, or Mother, would invariably pipe up and ask him a question, making him feel that maybe, just maybe he was wrong.  Today was no exception. 

“Heath, you're not paying attention!  I asked you which of the horses of the new five you felt we should keep and which to sell.  Think the least you could do is act like a member of the family and pay attention when I talk to you.” Your not here some nights, you never go to town on Friday, and Lord knows where you go on Sunday while I sit in that stifling church, but when I ask you a horse question and I have deferred to your superior knowledge on horses for months now, you could at least have the courtesy to listen!”  

“Huh..were you talking to me Nick? 

A strangled aaarrrggghhh reached every ones ears as Nick rose from the table and leaned as close to Heath’s face as he could get.  “Yes, I’m talking to you!  Pay attention!  I was asking about the horses we just bought from Gurneyville” Nick shouted ignoring the rest of his speech. 

“Well why didn’t you say so?  What do you want to know?” 

With a disgusted exaggerated sigh Nick sat down and once again asked Heath about the horses. 

All this was done to the amused stares of the onlookers.  As Heath answered, Jarrod interrupted  “Sorry but I need to get to town, I’ll look forward to seeing you around more Heath, and I’m sure the ladies of Stockton will delight in seeing you at the social.”  With that Jarrod left for the week. 

“I’m going out to see the horses.”  Nick and Heath echoed each other in unison.  Leaving the two ladies alone at the table, which had been cleared of their menfolk in under a minute.   

“Well Mother, are we going to let them get away with this?” Audra quipped. 

“Looks like we have no choice dear, but as we have this time alone, let me ask you a question?  You and Heath are becoming very close.  Do you know if something is bothering him or why he’s gone so much?” 

“Not really Mother, and I wonder as well, but I should point out that he seems happier than when he first came here, so whatever he’s doing it must be agreeing with him.  Maybe he has a girlfriend he’s keeping from us.  I can ask my friends.” 

“He’s a very private person dear, don’t pry.  That’s why I’ve been reluctant to ask him if something is wrong.” 

“I hate to bring this up Mother, but don’t you wish Daddy had known about Heath?  I wish he had an easier life.  Sometimes I look at him and wonder if I will ever truly understand just how much he’s been through, what it must have been like.  Do you understand what I mean?” 

“Yes dear I do.  All we can do now is be there for him.” 

As Audra excused herself from the table, Victoria took the time to ponder her daughters words.  Heath, always quiet, seemed to be distancing himself lately.  She couldn’t pinpoint the reason.  It had just seemed to start and steadily progress.  He was gone more than he was home, and when he returned he went straight to bed.  Maybe he was ill.  She would check with the doctor and make a few other discreet inquiries and see what she could learn. 

Calling Ciego she had the buggy prepared and headed into town, solving the mystery of Heath’s problem driving her on.  Victoria spent an exasperating time in town.  The Doctor had not seen Heath in months.  The telegraph operator hadn’t seen Heath, so Heath hadn’t been conducting long distance business.  The Livery owner hadn’t seen Heath.  The bartender hadn’t seen Heath unless he was with Nick.  Her best friend, Gloria had not only not seen Heath, she had no information on his whereabouts at all, and Victoria had to admit her best friend had her nose in everybody’s business.  It was one of the things Victoria found so charming about Gloria.  If she hadn’t heard of what Heath was doing–or if he was dating no body would.  Victoria was back to square one and it rankled. 

Jarrod had to spend a week in town also, and wasn’t above snooping himself.  He too checked with the doctor and then took a different approach than his Mother.  Knowing the seedier side of Stockton, Jarrod checked saloons and gaming hells, knowing that if something was really wrong, Heath would try and hide it.  He wouldn’t be found in the usual haunts.  He also wired Strawberry’s Marshall and asked if Heath was in trouble up there or if something legal came up that could be worrying Heath.  Jarrod’s questions, as had his Mother’s, all met with dead ends.  Maybe the social would provide information, but Jarrod doubted it.  Without Heath being more forthcoming, and unless someone decided to spy on him, he’d have to learn what was up when Heath decided to tell them.  He briefly considered the spying angle but just as quickly dismissed it.  He wasn’t the sort to resort to spying, but maybe Nick.  Hmm.. that would bear looking into.

Nick and Heath spent their day looking for stray cattle.  At one point as they each searched the gully’s Heath looked up to find Nick stopped,  and followed his line of sight.  Standing above them on the bluff overlooking the Northern Valley was a group of wild horses the likes of which hadn’t been spotted in months.  Heath counted over 12 mares, and the stallion was a site to behold.  Velvety black with white fetlocks its white mane waved in the wind as it seemed to taunt the saddled horses.  A low whistle of appreciation reached his ears as he was ready to return to work.  Seeing Nick still caught up in the wild herd he said, “nice looking bunch aren’t they.” 

“That stallion is a looker, spirited too,”  Nick stated.  “Lets get back to work.” 

As Heath turned he watched Nick forcibly drag his gaze away from the lead horse. *Seems like Nick has a goal,* Heath thought.   Nick continually wanted to have the best  horseflesh at the ranch, and this stallion would definitely add to the high quality Nick maintained. 

The rest of the day Heath pondered Nick’s mood.  Nick was very quiet.  He didn’t say another word the rest of the day, and returned to the house still as silent as he had been since spying the herd of horses. 

Heath tired from all his work and blissfully unaware that he was being scrutinized continued to keep up his hectic pace.  He had enough saved for the saddle he wanted.  It was a more expensive saddle than he needed , but it was perfect.  Not having to pay extras, like room and board, let him indulge himself for the first time in his life.  He hefted the new tan saddle in his right hand and swung it over Gal’s back.  As he tightened the cinches he thought back to his first saddle.  Clem, the livery owner in Strawberry had given it to him.  It was one of the well worn black saddles used in the shop for customers who needed to rent or borrow a horse.  Black was never a color Heath could picture himself in so it held little appeal but it was functional.  The straps had been repaired and replaced so many times Heath likened it to his grandmothers patchwork quilt made up of old dress scraps.  He’d long ago ditched the saddle but the quilt was still with him.  Well a piece of it anyway.    The scrap he still had was small and made up of his grandmother’s wedding dress, his mama’s baptism gown, and two pieces of cloth that his Mama had told him were cousins that had died coming west.  He shuddered to think of the Barkley’s laughter if they ever found out he kept it with him always, but it was truly his only connection with his earlier life.  The pre-Barkley years.  

“Hey Gal, don’t you look fine in that new saddle.”  Heath said.  The minute he got home he intended to rub oil into it to start the loosening up process of the good leather and keep it supple.  Yep, this was his saddle for life.  A real saddle for a working cowboy, made more special by being his first real purchase since Gal.  

In the back of his mind he truly pictured a different horse under this saddle.  One by the name of Charger.  Now Charger was a man’s horse.  Maybe someday he could own a horse as fine as Charger.  As far as Heath was concerned, Charger was by far the best horse the Barkley’s owned.  *Enough dreaming Heath* he thought, you must get home in time to work the saddle and have a long dinner with the family.  He truly wasn’t sure how much longer he could keep his dual life secret. 

Dinner was lavish that night.  In fact it seemed that Monday’s and Wednesday’s had all of a sudden become the big family nights.  The mood was different as well, but Heath couldn’t really place the difference, just feel it.   

If he had been Victoria he would have known it was planned that way.  Designed around his days home in an effort to keep him closer.  Give him a reason to stay more often.  Yes, Victoria planned Monday and Wednesday dinner with Heath in mind, and her mood could be felt by the entire family. 

As the two pondered dinners Audra, ever practical, was pestering about the social. 

“Well Heath, since we’re going to have your company this time, who do you intend to dance with?” 

Coloring slightly he answered, “Any girl who’ll have me, you know their toes are in danger if they say yes.”  

Laughing Nick offered to give Heath pointers. 

“Nicholas, you do dance well, but being good enough to give pointers, I don’t know.  My friend Colleen said you trod on her toes last dance.” 

“That’s because she can’t follow a strong lead” Nick stated emphatically. 

“Sounds like she and I will dance well together Heath said, I’ll look her up at the social.” 

“Now just a minute there boy, Colleen may have had me step on her toes but she is about the prettiest, fieriest, thing in all of Stockton.  Leave her to a man.” 

“When I ask her, brother Nick, a man will be exactly who I’m making sure she spends her evening with” Heath calmly stated as he returned to his dinner.  As each person pondered his statement Audra again broke the silence. 

“Have you met her before Heath?” 

“No, but if she’s all Nick says I’m looking forward to it.” 

*Well he’s not having a secret tryst* mused Victoria. 

The good natured banter continued throughout dinner and over cards.  Heath beat Audra soundly and then also beat Nick 3 out of 4 at gin.  

“Where did you get so good at cards Heath?  I can beat you at chess, checkers, and with the ladies......but at cards, well Heath explain?” 

A softly spoken “we had a deck when I was growing up” was heard “If you’re good enough it can also make the difference between dinner and an empty plate.”  Realizing he’d said more than he  intended he added “Night all.” and headed up the stairs. 

The next morning found the house up early, breakfast eaten on the fly and Heath busily saddling Gal and Coco when Nick reached the barn. 

“You’re up early aren’t you?” 

“We’ve got a busy day, Nick.” 

“You think I’m not aware of that, I run this ranch, remember?” 

Trying to ignore Nick’s surly mood Heath said,  “Of course Nick, just trying to get a jump on the day.  You’ve given me enough chores to last well into tonight and I have to get a move on.” 

Figuring that now was as good a time as any, since he was in a foul mood Nick asked, “Where do you sneak off to anyway boy?  Been meaning to ask you for weeks now   You seeing somebody your ashamed to bring home to meet the family?  Someone kinda like you, he added under his breath.  For some reason he was unwilling to let Heath feel totally comfortable.  He knew  that he was upset with his Father, not with Heath.  He actually liked and respected Heath.  Felt like he was his brother, but sometimes he wanted to lash out and his Father wasn’t here, Heath was.  The muttered jab worked and shuttering his eyes and clenching his fists Heath turned to finish saddling the horses.  Seeing Heath’s reaction Nick immediately felt remorseful and set about trying to make it up to Heath. 

Spying the new saddle he asked, “New saddle, very nice, when did you get it?” 

“Yesterday” 

“Fine looking saddle.” 

“Yep” 

*Wishing Heath would be more outspoken* he continued “You oil it yet boy?” 

“You know Nick, I’m sick of being called boy.  My names Heath.  Try to use it.” 

“Well yes sir, Mister Heath,” and Nick turning away more furious than before. 

*God I’m tired, if I snap anymore like that I will really cause them to wonder what’s wrong.  I need to control myself, but Lord I wanted to punch him, just once right then.* Well if he couldn’t sleep the physical labor should at least ease his frustration.  The presents weren’t coming along quickly enough and there was a nip in the air this morning.  It was already mid September and he’d need that coat soon. *Maybe this saddle wasn’t such a good idea* he thought as he ran his hands lovingly along the rich leather.  Well I’d better get to work.  I can try and work out this problem while I’m busy.  Standing here doesn’t get anything accomplished. 

Heath put in a long day digging the new well they so desperately needed.  By the time he got to George and Edna’s that night he was exhausted.  George met him as he was getting off Gal.   

“Hello Heath, I could use some help today with the almond harvest, then you can go closet yourself in the barn and work on your secrets.”  George said. 

“Coming.”  With that Heath put in another two hours of hard labor picking Almonds.  Edna came out of the house and offered him dinner while he was washing the inch thick layer of grime off himself. 

“Thank you, I’d be much obliged.  Don’t reckon it’s your chicken pot pie is it?” 

“Not this time Heath, she smiled, just good old fashioned pot roast with carrots and potatoes.” 

“Sounds wonderful, I’ll get George and be right in.”  Walking back to the corral where he and George had parted Heath felt a wave of dizziness wash over him.  Shaking it off he told George of dinner and returned with him to the house. 

“It’ll be ready in about five minutes,” Edna told them. 

“I’ll just go and wash up, have a seat Heath.”  While George left Heath sank his tired body into the couch.  Within minutes he was sound asleep.  Edna, busy in the kitchen, missed this, but George, coming out of the bedroom returned and got a quilt.  Calling Edna to his side they both gazed adoringly at the sleeping boy.  George laid the quilt over Heath and Edna tucked it in and gave him a quick kiss on the forehead, and that is where Heath spent the night. 

He awoke to the smell of coffee and hot cakes.  Realizing instantly that he was famished he tried to orient himself and couldn’t.  This wasn’t his bed, and he could never smell Silas’s cooking upstairs in his room..  Where was he?  Then it hit him.  He was in Edna’s living room, and he realized that he had spent the night there exhausted, on their couch.  How was he to get home with out questions this time?  Lord what a mess, but before he dealt with that he needed food.  Luckily as he registered this fact Edna called out, “Heath, glad to see your awake, come and get breakfast.  You must be starving since you missed my famous pot roast. 

“Actually I am .  How many hot cakes did you make?” he said with a smile entering the kitchen. 

“Plenty for all Heath, but we need to talk.” 

“I agree with Edna Heath,” George added entering and preparing to eat as well.  “You can’t go on like this.  Were worried about you.  I know how much work you do here and I know what the Barkley’s expect out of their ranch hands.  You being a Barkley means you work harder than they all do.  If you work as hard for them as you do for us your not getting the proper amount of sleep.” 

Edna interrupted, “Heath, you must sleep and eat properly.  No one can work constantly.  There is also the added time your putting in in our barn.  Your forehead was hot last night, and I’m worried you might be coming down with something.  Without rest you’ll be sick for a long time Heath.  You must slow down.  I’m very concerned.  We think that you need to quit working here Heath.  You can still use the barn, but the added work time needs to end.  Were sorry.” 

“Please.”  The one word was uttered with such despair they almost gave in.   

George and Edna stuck to their position with all the tenacity of a dog with a fresh bone and Heath knew that he was being forced to take a break.  He understood that they thought they were helping him and that it was for his own good.  Health primarily, as they said, but to him it was about the worst thing that could have happened.  With winter approaching he truly needed the money.  He had to have a coat.  Hopefully a short break would be all they required before they let him resume helping them for money.  He figured that a month was the most he could go before he would need the coat, and he was relying on this job.  In the meantime he’d use the extra hours to work on the Christmas presents.  

 His major concern right at the moment however was what to tell the family when he rode in this morning.  Heath figured they might believe ne got caught in town in a poker game and then spent the night.  At least that was his story this time.  Lying was hard for him, and he truly felt they could all see through it so he practiced saying it convincingly as he rode Gal home. 

As he entered the foyer he realized most of the family was already gone for the day.  Tossing his hat on the table he looked around for Victoria.  If she wasn’t home, but spending the day out visiting, he was home free.  By the time they all returned from their days activities it would be time to go to the social, and he could deflect most awkward questions about his morning absence by asking Audra questions about the dance.  If he got her going she would talk non stop.  Yea it was good having a sister. 

Not spying Victoria,  he figured luck was with him. He quickly grabbed an apple from the table and went out to chop firewood.  Then he spent the rest of the day doing the other chores on his list.  He was really starting to move slowly as the work day drew to a close. 

After dinner, everyone went to dress for the social that night.  He had successfully been able to deflect the questions concerning his whereabouts and learned a lot from Audra in the process. 

Heath laughed.  He sure as hell didn’t feel social but that’s where he was headed.  Entering the hall he noticed that the pillars were festooned with ribbons and the entire place smelled like fresh cut flowers, perfume, and aftershave.  It was overpowering in its intensity, and he immediately knew his initial misgivings were founded.  He would rather be any place but here.

 Opting for the path of least resistance Heath decided the only way to survive the night was to serve others from the punch bowl and for every glass he served, he would down one himself. 

Saying “See you later” to the family he made a beeline for the punch bowl and immediately put his plan into action.  He pasted on a pleasant smile and handed the first glass to Mrs. Myers.  As soon as she accepted it he poured himself one and downed it in one gulp.  Instantaneously he detected a problem with his plan.  The punch was alcohol free.  Damn, could it possibly get worse?  Raising his eyes he muttered “Of course it can” as he spied Virginia Wheeler making her way toward him.  Of all Audra’s friends, Virginia made him ill.  When she visited she relentlessly pursued him, sat too close to him, and  tried to engage him in insipid conversation. God he despised her.  She was as vapid as a sheep was wooly.  The family never ceased to tease him about her fawning devotion.   Well he’d not let Nick see her get him this time.  No siree he thought, as he hightailed it around one of the overly garish pillars. 

As he rounded the backside he slipped out the door and onto the balcony, running headlong into a female that brought him to a sudden standstill, Virginia all but forgotten, as he drank in her beauty.  Her black hair was as glossy as the midnight sky, her eyes as green as the emeralds that often draped Victoria’s throat, and her lips were a beautifully lush pink.  She was transfixing.  In a throaty voice she laughed softly and said “You look like you're trying to escape someone.” 

“Could the same be said for you ma’am? 

“Actually yes” she chuckled.  Nick Barkley just entered and I really don’t want to spend the night deflecting his advances, so I’m hiding.  Now its your turn.   Let’s hear your sad story?” 

“Virginia Wheeler is after me, and if I have to spend..”he stopped as her throaty chuckle drew him up short. 

“Virginia Wheeler, feel free to use the door before me.  You need it more than I.” 

They shared a genuine smile and he offered her his arm as they both moved outside to breathe in the fresh air, un cloyed with dozens of roses, and saturated with the high pitched laughter of the party goers.  As he gazed at her he said, “Allow me to introduce myself.  This escapees name is Heath, and yours?” 

“Colleen McDougal” was her soft reply.  She too was having trouble discounting the immediate chemistry between the two of them.  “Heath whom” she asked? 

A genuine grin of amusement split his face as he said “I’m really not sure you want to know, but I truly am enjoying myself and the irony of the situation.  Its Heath Barkley, Colleen.  Nick warned me away from you, but I told him since I was a poor dancer and he trod on your toes without you cutting him, I’d look you up anyway and see if you’d allow me the same privilege.   I’m sure I can turn those dainty feet black and blue in minutes.” 

“Well Heath Barkley, if that was an invitation to dance, I accept gladly.  We can solve both our problems for tonight by just staying together.” 

“True.  There’s nothing I’d enjoy more.  Don’t think it will help me any tomorrow however.”  Laughing, he took her hand and as their eyes met he revised his earlier gloomy outlook.  He was suddenly very glad that he had come! 

They spent the night dancing and every time he stepped on her foot she smiled at him.  A special smile.  One shared by co-conspirators, and all doubt about her thinking he was a bumpkin left his mind. 

As for Colleen, she was entranced by Heath.  She found his conversation witty, his background mysteriously thrilling and was intrigued by his courage in overcoming his heritage.  She also knew her Mother would kill her if she found out she had spent the evening in Heath Barkley’s arms.  She also felt sure that someday they would be together.  Her laughter and spirit brought him out, animated him, while his quietness grounded her.  They were perfect foils in both personality and looks. 

What they didn’t know was what a stir they were causing.   To the others at the social conversation was rampant and the opinions many.  Nick was openly fuming.  Audra was shocked.  Victoria and Jarrod amused at the others reactions.  The other ranchers sons were livid as Colleen was a prize catch, and the younger women jealous to see yet another man ensnared by Colleen’s beauty.  Everyone was in agreement however that his blonde brooding good looks went well with her dark haired beauty.  They made a lovely couple.  However it was also noted that she cut a lovely figure with whomever she was dancing with.  Of course it wouldn’t last.  Everyone was ensnared by Colleen and she was fickle.  Just ask any man there.  She’d dance with them, get them hot and bothered, and then leave them high and dry without so much as a goodnight kiss.  People referred to her, behind her and her Mother’s back of course, as the ice princess. 

Locked in each others arms, the two were unaware of the stir they were causing and as they talked they discovered they had many ideals and dreams in common.  Colleen agreed to meet Heath for a picnic on Saturday, but said she would meet him by Cobbler’s Creek at one PM, and not to come and collect her.  He agreed and decided to save the obvious question about why for Saturday.  The question was answered almost immediately however, when Mary McDougal came in and grabbed her daughters wrist, saying loudly “That’s enough out of you young lady, get home now before you permanently damage your reputation by being seen with him.  I said, say goodnight Colleen, were leaving NOW!” 

“Goodnight Heath,” she softly said with the twinkle he was coming to know so well.  With that she allowed herself to be pulled from the room. 

It seemed dancing with Colleen enhanced Heath’s popularity with all the women.  This put Nick into an even more foul mood.  The worse his mood got the more Jarrod, Audra, and Victoria chuckled.   Nick very rarely got shown up in the ladies department and this was often enhanced even more by his position as head of the Barkley ranch.  Sometimes Victoria feared for her children.  Would they ever find the love they deserved or would they always be questioning the underlying motives of who they dated and if they were after the Barkley fortune. 

Heath, Nick and Jarrod all danced with a few other girls and Heath even got captured by Virginia Wheeler.  It wasn’t so bad this time however.  He had a picnic to look forward to, if she was allowed out of the house that is.  Her Mother seemed to be every bit as strong willed as her daughter. 

Heath spent the night having his euphoria of the social war with his fears over his need of liquid cash.  A picnic was fine but a woman like Colleen wouldn’t be content to never see the inside of a restaurant.  Heath felt sure of this point.  She could become expensive as well. 

He awoke to a beautiful day.  He went downstairs, and settled in to enjoy breakfast with the family.  As Nick entered Heath could tell he was upset about something.  After his run in with him the other day, Heath decided to stay quiet and observe. 

“Some nerve you have BOY.”   Nick stormed.  “I thought I  told you to stay away from Colleen.  You made a fool out of yourself last night.  Everyone was talking about how easily you were led around by a pretty face.  Leave her to the men who can play her games.” 

“Nick, that’s enough,” Victoria stated.  “Sit down and lets eat.” 

“You haven’t heard the end of this yet boy” Nick said helping himself to a good sized portion of steak and eggs. 

Heath knew there would be trouble, but really didn’t care.  He would like to find out the meaning behind Nick’s words about Colleen’s games though.  He decided he’d best detain Audra for questioning after breakfast. 

“Audra, do you have a moment?” 

“Of course Heath, for you always.” 

“I need to ask you something and don’t rightly know how to put it.  I know Colleen is one of your best friends, but Nick was saying she played games?  I’m confused Audra.  She seemed real nice to me.  Was I a fool?” 

“Heath, I adore Colleen.  She and I are very close, but even I don’t know what causes her to act like she does with men.  She once told me that she found them all shallow, and unless a real man came and swept her off her feet she would be stuck, unmarried forever.  I didn’t know how to respond to her and I don’t know how to respond to you.  I wish I could be of more help.” 

“Thanks Sis.  Oh, and Audra, don’t tell Nick I asked, OK?” 

“I can keep a secret,” Audra said in a huff, and flounced out of the room and up the stairs to change to go to the orphanage. 

Smiling at her retreating back, Heath left to get the daily chores started.  He was actually relieved to see that he had an easy day and in the location he needed to be to meet Colleen for the picnic.  Water had been going bad and he was checking the river periodically to look for the source of the trouble.  His route would land him by Cobblers Creek around noon.  A little later if he took it slowly, and this is just what he did.  He rode and periodically got off of Gal and crouched on the river bank, testing the water.  Where ever the problem was it was much further upstream.  As he continued his checking he let his mind wander.  He thought about the dance.  He couldn’t get Colleen’s laughing emerald eyes to stop haunting him.  Those eyes told as much, if not more than her mouth said, and boy howdy but she could talk.  She was so witty, making him chuckle frequently, and this he knew was hard to do.  If Nick was right he stood to be really hurt, but he’d give it a shot.  He hadn’t been this attracted to a woman in a very long time, and he didn’t think she had the makings of a Nun anywhere in her body!  

His mind then wandered onto the Christmas presents he was working on.  He had finished Jarrod’s and was truly pleased with it.  The workmanship was the best he’d ever done, but then again he had put his entire heart into making it.  He hoped Jarrod would understand that the work and effort would show him just how much Heath respected him and all he stood for.  Nicks gift was getting there.  It wouldn’t evoke any emotions in Nick, he didn’t figure but it would be what he had asked for, and as far as Heath knew, no one else had ever been able to fulfill the request.  He needed to make a better start on Audra’s and then there was Victoria’s.  He only had the wood prepared for these gifts.  The sanding and polishing alone had taken him over 20 hours.  The rich red wood shone with a luster that couldn’t be surpassed, and the silky finish was truly a delight to his fingers.  He still needed to fashion the pieces and assemble the gifts.  All this would take days.  The hand carved detail even longer still.  He needed to spend every available moment working on the gifts.  He hoped George and Edna would allow him the time in the barn he needed, without insisting he take a break from this work as well. 

Ant then there was the coat.  It was getting chillier with every day.  The Ladies Guild, including Audra and her friends were planning a Harvest and Halloween festival for the towns occupants and children.  If  Audra was planning this early then October would be here soon.  He had to get a coat by then.  He dismounted and carefully checked another section of the river.  He was no closer to the answer but he was much closer to lunch.  With a smile he rode hard to their meeting place and tying Gal to a tree, scouted out a perfect place for the picnic.  Finding a great shade tree, he settled himself to wait, figuring he was about 30 minutes early.  Before he knew it he was fast asleep. 

Colleen rode to Cobblers Creek in a state of excitement.  Never before had she felt this way about a man.   Heath–what a strong name.  Maybe he could make her feel like a woman.  Most men left her cold.  They talked about work, her clothes, how wonderfully she danced, how beautiful she was, their neighbors, bar fights.  Boy the list was to long to truly catalogue.  

 With Heath it had been different.  Her could laugh at himself, he never complimented her, didn’t speak of the ranch the entire night, and opened  up and gave her a little of his background.  She could sense his hesitation, but he was strong enough to own up to things anyway.  They discussed her dreams and his, how the stars looked, why they were there in the first place and how little they both liked socials.  The reasons were different but there was a non judgmental comfort zone and it made for a very interesting night.  She hoped maybe she had found a man who was as interested in her, not her looks, as she was in him.  Not that his good looks hurt any, but they were overshadowed, in her opinion by his worldly experience.  She was really looking forward to this picnic.   As she dismounted she looked around and spied his horse tethered to a tree nearby.   

“Heath,” She called.  No answer.  Again louder “Heath.” *Okay now where can he be* she thought as she started to look around.  Hopefully he wasn’t hiding.  She didn’t want to play silly games.  As she rounded the corner, drawn to the big leafy elm tree she spied him asleep under it, hat over his face, legs stretched out in front.  How very comfortable he looked.  Well she would put an end to that.  Tiptoeing closely, she snatched the hat from over his face.  As Heath sat up blinking against the suns brightness, he spied her, hands on her hips, fire flashing from her eyes, as she said “Heath Barkley, just what do you think you're doing?  Your supposed to be meeting me, not sleeping.” 

Before she had time to react he quickly lunged and caught her around the waist and promptly kissed her defiant lips.  She raised a hand and smacked him hard across the face.  “Of all the nerve.....was all she got out before he was again plundering her soft lips.  As he deepened the kiss she felt herself melting into his embrace and withing seconds was responding hungrily to his passionate kiss.  She was lost in a flurry of sensation and felt bereft as Heath reluctantly broke off the kiss and held her at arms length. 

“Now that is something I could get used to and it sure kept you quiet,” he said grinning down at her. 

Trying to decide between righteous indignation and her dizzying response she finally threw caution to the wind and began giggling.  It started out slowly and quickly turned into a deep throaty laugh that consumed her entire body.  As her knees began too fail, Heath agilely caught her and gently lowered her to the ground, a deep belly laugh being pulled from him as well.  Taking a few minutes to compose themselves , they turned to each other and in unison said, “ready for lunch?’ 

This brought on another laughing session and it was a full 10 minutes before Colleen could stand and Heath could help her get the picnic from the buggy.  Spreading out a lovely green blanket,  Colleen laid out the lunch as Heath went to fill up the glasses she brought with cold water from the creek.  Returning he marveled at the feast before him.  She had provided bread, brie, fresh pears, fried chicken, two salads, and china plates.  He had never picnicked so elegantly.   

He knew at once that she could see he was overwhelmed and tried in vain to hide it as he took in the bounty facing him.   “Do you think the two of us can finish all of this off, or am I to invite the horses to share in the left overs?” 

Patting the space beside her she said, “Heath, come and sit with me please.  I wanted this to be special.  I’ve worked hard to hide all this from my Mother.” 

“Speaking of your Mother, I don’t suppose she knows where you are?  Who your with?” 

“No Heath, I didn’t tell her.  I wanted to come and she would have found a way to stop me.  She is very creative.” 

“It must run in the family,” he quipped. 

Smiling she said “Heath, you’re not mad are you?” 

“No Colleen, I’m not.  I do think we had better talk this through though.  I don’t like telling lies, and if you decide to continue to see me I want you to understand perfectly, just what your getting yourself into.” 

“Heath, I........ 

“No let me finish.  I need to say this.  Colleen, the long and short of it is I’m a bastard.  There is no way to change that, and the stigma will follow me forever, as long as people have memories.  I’m used to it, but you haven’t dealt with it yet, and if you see me there will come a time when you will have to.  You’re Mother is already opposed to you being seen with me.  She thinks it hurts your consequence.  There are others who will feel the same way.  The Barkley’s are fantastic.  They took me in and have given me a home, and a family.  You can’t know what that means to me, but even their name isn’t total protection.  I’d rather have you leave now then in a few months when things got rough.” 

“Heath, I ...... 

“No let me fin........... 

“No you’ve said enough, now its my turn!  If you think that I am some squeamish female, unable to think for myself, and willing to fall into the dictates of polite society, you have the wrong woman.  I will do as I please.  My spirit is already the bane of my Mother’s existence, and I can make you every bit as miserable if you think you can tell me how I will feel in the future–Well Heath I’ll tell...........but she never completed the sentence as his lips once again captured hers.  Swept away on a tide of heated emotions and dizzying passion Colleen forgot all about what she was saying as she felt her body respond to his expert kisses.   

Breaking apart they shared one of those conspiratorial smiles and turned to begin the job of wading through the food she brought.  While eating they talked over many things, both deep and mundane, and underlying the entire meal was a feeling on both their parts that they had at last found their soul mate. 

Watching form the trees a short distance away was one very angry older brother.   He had come to check and see what Heath had found out about the source of the water bing fouled and tracked his horses hoof prints to Cobbler’s Creek.  This is not where Heath was supposed to be, and it made him mad to think that Heath had detoured to take a swim in the crystal clear creek.  He dismounted, intending to give Heath a piece of his mind when he saw a woman locked in Heath’s arms, and she seemed to be enjoying it as well.  Just as he was making his move Heath released the woman and Nick saw Colleen McDougal..   Here was the woman he wanted, hell every one wanted, kissing his little brother.   They were tucking into the food and Heath was feeding her a pear piece he had just cut with his pocket knife, and smiling.  He didn’t smile that much at home.  In seconds Nick saw red as he put all of Heath’s transgressions in perspective.  He was slacking off, he wasn’t where he should be, he was secretly meeting with Colleen, and Colleen should be his if he wanted her. *Well we’ll just see about that* Nick thought. 

 Moving from behind the tree he approached the couple and said “Well hello there, Heath, Colleen.  I didn’t expect to find you here Heath.  Don’t you have a job to do?”  Turning to Colleen he lightened his tone considerably and turned up the famous Nick Barkley charm.  “What a lovely picture you make Colleen.  Is there room on that blanket for a man to join you?” 

“Nick, I was having....... 

“Well thank you Colleen,” he said sitting down beside her.  “Have you had a chance to view the beauty of our oak grove yet?  It was planted by my family especially for moments like this.” 

“No Nick, we had just started to eat when you came over.”  She looked at Heath, her eyes beseeching him for help, and she couldn’t help but  smile when she saw Heath silently mouth the words Virginia Wheeler from behind Nick’s back. *Well she wasn’t going to be able to count on Heath to get her out of this one.* 

Rising to his feet Nick reached for Colleen’s hand and pulled her upright saying “It’s right this way.  Come on and I’ll show the loveliest flower in the Valley the place we Barkley’s  refer to as Heaven on Earth.” 

Colleen stomped after Nicholas Barkley while flashing withering glares over her shoulder at the relaxing Heath.  She caught him making gaging faces at Nicks retreating back and had to work hard to stifle another giggle.  All she could think about was Heath as Nick dragged her along on the way to the grove.  Her friends had said that they found him solemn, quiet, and withdrawn.  She wondered where they got this idea.  He had a very dry wit and she would pay him back in spades for letting Nick cart her off like this. 

“Now can you understand why this location is so very special.  It’s the perfect place to come as a family, enjoy the open spaces the Valley affords, while reveling in the quiet of these shade trees.  I can tell you my Mother thinks this is the perfect place for her Grandchildren  to play as they grow up.” 

“Yes Nick its lovely, but I really should be getting back to the picnic. Its not fair to Heath.” 

“Colleen you were made for a place such as this.  Your exquisite beauty transforms this to a magical place full of wonder for me. I know you are a real woman, so why are you out with Heath?  While I like him as a brother he’s just a boy, not at all the type of person you should be seeing.  You need a real man to keep your interest,” and so saying he turned her face to his and gave her a kiss.  

Trying to be polite to Heath’s brother, Colleen forgo the slap and quickly backed away from Nick, saying that it was time to return, and that she needed to be getting home. 

Hoping that his kiss had the desired impact, Nick graciously gave in and escorted her back to his waiting brother.  “Here you are Colleen, Nick said. “Thank you for an enjoyable afternoon. Let me help you gather your things so you can get home before your mother worries.” He stooped and helped them tidy the picnic site.  He even went as far as to fold the blanket.  

Heath handed her into the buggy, winking once more and asking her if she was full, and what did hot air taste like.  As she giggled she noticed the hard edge to Heath’s jaw, and the clenched fists.  He hadn’t taken Nick’s intrusion as cavalierly as she thought he had.  That didn’t bode well she was sure.  Making a mental note to speak to Audra in the morning she whipped the horses and turned towards home.  

As the brothers watched her buggy leave the creek side Nick turned to Heath and started in, letting his temper get the best of him.  “So Heath, is this how you spend your day?  Do I have to check up on you all the time?  Can’t I even trust you to do the job I assigned you?  Answer me Boy, I’m talking to you.” 

“Now’s not the time Nick,” Heath responded angrily.  “You had no right interrupting.” 

“Now Heath, what would Colleen want with a boy like you?  We all know that I’m a man and Colleen definitely needs a man.” 

“If the Lady choose to meet me for a picnic, I don’t see what business it is of yours.”                                                                                         

 Lady, Nick scoffed, if she’s such a lady why is she with you?  

Nick got directly in his brothers face and  started in again.  “Boy I don’t know what you think you pulling but you will rethink this, and when your done you will see it my way.  Do You Understand Me BOY!”  He said, his finger punctuating every word in Heath’s chest. 

“Later Nick, I don’t want to get into this right now.” 

“It’s a little late for that boy.  First your shirking your duties, then I find you with Colleen in secret.  When you came here you promised to work a full day every day.  Do you remember that Heath.  Huh boy, do you?’  

“Turning his back on Nick and trying to control his temper, Heath started walking toward Gal.  If he could just ride out maybe he would have time to cool off. 

Once again and from closer Heath heard “I’m talking to you BOY.” 

Saying nothing he spun sharply and planted a solid right cross to Nicks jaw.  Nick staggered and then got his feet under him.  He brought up his fists and the two began to circle each other. 

“Now boy, your gonna get it”  Nick sneered. 

Hearing the hated boy yet again Heath, readied himself for a full scale war with his brother. 

The two moved in unison each landing solid blows against the other.   Heath’s fury at being made a fool of in front of Colleen gave Nick the edge as Heath was not fully focused on the fight.  Nick suddenly turned and landed a head snapping face shot, bloodying Heath’s nose.  This brought Heath completely out of his minds wanderings and back to the fight at hand with a sharply focused determination.  He quickly punched Nick twice, rapid fire in the stomach, hearing the air leave his brothers lungs.  Showing no mercy he followed up with another of his well aimed right crosses.  This pummeled Nick backward into the creek, where he landed with a splash on his backside. 

Moving to the creeks edge Heath picked up his hat and just stared at Nick dripping from the waist down.  Raising a hand to wipe the blood from his nose he continued to stare at Nick and added in a very low menacing tone “By the way Nick, that wasn’t no boy that hit you, that was a man named Heath.” 

As Nick sat stock still in the creek a shocked look on his already bruising face Heath calmly walked to Gal, untethered her and  leapt into the saddle in one smooth motion.  Riding past his dripping brother he tipped his hat, flashed him a cocky grin and returned to his job for the day. 

Heath returned home in a jubilant mood.  A bloody nose was a very small price to pay for getting to whoop Nick at both a fist fight and getting the girl. 

Entering the foyer, Heath could sense that something was wrong.   He was greeted by Nick’s,  “been waiting for ya boy,” and was immediately slammed into the door by Nick’s strong right hook.  As he struggled to regain his equilibrium Nick threw himself on top of Heath, causing him to further loose his footing and fall into the large Chinese vase by the door.  As the impact of his shoulder broke the vase, he could feel the blood ooze down his arm where a piece had embedded itself.   Trying to fend off Nick’s furious assault he tried to right himself and only caused himself to further stumble.  This allowed Nick to keep the upper hand, and he used it to his advantage as he pummeled Heath again and again in the torso. 

Hearing the vase break from inside the kitchen, Victoria ran out to see what was wrong.  “Nick, stop that immediately,” she screamed.  Her yell brought Jarrod out of his study, where he had been deeply engrossed in his current case.  Seeing Nick beating his brother, he moved to pull him off Heath.  As he got the two separated, Jarrod watched Nick take a final kick at Heath’s gasping form.   

“What the hell is going on here Nick,” Jarrod asked? 

“Let me alone Jarrod, its none of your business.” 

“Well I’m making it my business, so start talking!” 

Jarrod was met with only an angry glare from Nick and no explanation. 

Moving to Heath’s side, Victoria helped him as he struggled to sit up.   She took in the rapidly developing bruises and the bleeding shoulder and immediately called Silas to bring liniment and bandages.  Helping Heath to the settee she gently unbuttoned his shirt to check on the severity of

 the shoulder wound.  It was a deep cut, but not very long.  More of a puncture really, and it hadn’t hit anything vital, so she decided to just clean it up, knowing it was more painful than it was serious.  With a gentle  “Hold still Heath,” she began to apply the liniment and clean the wound. 

Flinching slightly, Heath glared at Nick and noticed that his glare was returned in kind. 

“Now Nick, just what was the meaning of all this?” 

“Nothing Mother.  Drop it.” 

“How do you expect me to do that?  You’ve just beaten your brother and caused my favorite vase to be broken.” 

“It’s between me and Heath Mother.” 

Knowing she would get nothing more from her stubborn son she turned and asked “Well Heath, would you like to explain this to me?” 

“Not really, lets just say that Nick doesn’t take to losing well and leave it at that.” 

As the words left his lips his smile grew, as he saw Nick’s fists clench ominously. 

“Well son’s, any more bedlam like this and there will be explaining to do.  Nick I expect you to find something to replace my vase with or I will see to it that you get broken shards for your birthday in November.    Heath, take a bath then join us for dinner, then go to bed.  Nick, go into dinner, eat, cool down and get to bed.” 

Jarrod, knowing what his Mother would say, had already gone up to draw the bath and was coming down the staircase in time to see Heath gingerly making his way upstairs.  As Nick stomped up the stairs past Jarrod, he noticed a self satisfied smile quickly fleet across Heath’s face before  a look of concentration at masking the pain replaced it. *Another mystery brewing.  I think I’ll leave this one to Mother and concentrate on Herman’s case.* 

At dinner that night Heath could barely contain his laughter.  Every time he looked at Nick he could still see him dripping wet, looking shocked in that creek.  And to top it all off was his knowledge that Colleen had agreed to meet him next Saturday as well.  The rest of the participants in Saturdays dinner were very curious about Nicks black mood but every question was met with a glower.  Refusing to let Nick’s mood spoil the fun Victoria started a conversation around her new piece of property.  Cobblers Creek.  As Jarrod and she discussed what to do with the property Nick’s mood darkened and Heath’s became lighter.  

 As the pain increased Heath decided that bed was sounding wonderful. *I bet I have pleasant dreams tonight.* Heath thought.  “Goodnight all,” he said and he excused himself from the table and went to bed, feeling Nick’s stare reach out and follow him. 

As the family left for church the next day, Victoria leaned over and told Nick to say some extra prayers in penance for attacking his brother.  Nick bore up well, and left casting Heath only a cursory glare. 

Heath immediately went to the barn, saddled Gal, and rode to George and Edna’s to start work on the gifts.  By the time he arrived he knew that he would accomplish little.  He was sore and the ride over hadn’t helped.  His shoulder ached and holding the reins had added to the discomfort. 

“Morning Heath.  Do you feel more rested?” Edna asked, hoping he had gotten lots of rest. 

“Rested?  Sure do.  Think I’ll head straight on over to the barn.  I’ll stop by before I leave today.” 

“Wait Heath, are we ever going to be allowed in our barn again, or is the secret that important to you?” Edna asked. 

Smiling, Heath answered “Right now I would really like it if you would stay out.  Promise I’ll be done by Christmas.  At least that’s the goal.” 

“Fine Heath, but curiosity is getting the better of me.  Can’t I take a little peak?” 

Shaking his head and laughing, Heath turned and went to begin work on the gifts.  Reaching the barn he quickly secured the door and removed the drapes from over his gifts.  The gifts he hoped the family would appreciate.  Jarrod’s was the first he uncovered.  The handsome redwood shone with a depth born of hours of work lovingly sanded and polished to a sheen of untold beauty.  The carvings were complete as well.  He needed to measure and then get the glass panels for the fronts.  As he picked up a ruler he set about doing exactly that.  He could finish up Jarrod’s extras, maybe all the extras and get them ordered.  It wasn’t hard on his shoulder.  Not like sanding and carving would be.  The hardware, he would like to pick out himself, but that meant another day of absence as well as ready cash.  He wanted to pay for it up front, not in work time owed to George. 

After all the extras were listed and calculated he began to work on Audra’s gift.  Making all the dovetail joints for the music box took hours of work and was relatively easy on his shoulder.  He worked steadily, right through lunch, and was startled by a knock late in the afternoon.  Rising from the floor he noticed how hungry and stiff he was.  Unlocking the door he moved to the opening, effectively blocking Edna’s attempt at casual entry. 

“Foiled again huh?  Well I was thinking that since we hadn’t seen you all day you might like some early supper.  It’s 4:30 already.” 

“That late already?  No wonder I’m hungry.  Just let me clear up and I’ll be in in a few minutes.  You sure its okay?” 

“Of course it is Heath.  Make sure you wash up though, you’re covered in sawdust and I just finished sweeping up inside.” 

Heath almost had to push Edna away from the door and out of the line of sight of the presents before he could close the door.  He cleaned up, more pleased with his progress than he expected to be, and then washed for dinner.  The sun was already starting to dip for the night.  He shivered as he reached the house, thinking about how quickly fall was approaching.  Still feeling the cold he opened the door and stepped inside.  George happened to be looking toward Heath and noticed the shiver and in a flash of unexpected brilliance he realized he had never seen Heath with a coat.  Did the boy have one?  Was this how parents felt about their children?   Could this be why Heath didn’t want the job to end? 

“Come in Heath, have a seat by the fire.   It sure is getting cold out.” 

“Yes sir, mighty chilly come night time.  Could I ask another favor of you?” 

“Yep.” 

“I need a few more things ordered.   I thought I’d just repair your equipment, and turn over that last field and that would cover the expense.  It would be a one time job.  Not like before. I’ll even go over to town and pick the order up as there are a few things I need to buy  in town.”  

“Heath, just give me that list and I’ll pick up what you need.  We can work out payment later.” 

“I know you would George, but I’d rather it was covered up front.” 

“Heath that’s not neces........... 

“Maybe not, but I’ll figure something else out unless we come to an agreement tonight,” Heath said, feeling guilty at the attempted verbal blackmail.

“Fine!  Edna, you think we should let Heath work a short term job for us.  He’s figuring to fix the equipment and turn that last field for the winter layover.” 

Edna quickly answered, “George that’s to big a job.  We decided he needed a rest.  My answer is no.” 

Rising, panic lending brusqueness to his movements, Heath said “fine,” and rushed toward the door, fear gripping his heart. 

George’s shouted “STOP” halted him in his tracks.  “Fine Heath, have it your way,” he said refusing to look at Edna.  He would try to explain to Edna later that  having Heath walk out would be the hardest thing he would ever be forced to endure, short of Edna’s own death.  As  the lack of a warm coat kept flashing before his eyes his temper got the better of him and  he asked, “What’s so all fired important in that barn anyway that’s making  you work so hard?” 

“Nothing, and thank you George.  Now I’d best be going.” 

“Not without supper Heath,” Edna cried. 

“Suppose they’ll have supper for me at home, night.  See you Tuesday and I’ll start to work.” 

“Night Heath, I’ll get the order placed Monday,” George called to his retreating back. 

Dinner at George and Edna’s was a solemn affair as they each reflected on what Heath had come to mean to them and how they dreaded the day he left.  He was the son they never had.  He could be hard and unyielding.  He was a survivor.  If they had to make allowances that went against their better judgment they would, both to keep him safe and to keep him close to them. 

Edna was concerned with his seeming obsessiveness with the gifts for the Barkley’s.  All his time and money seemed to be going for them. * He needed time to relax, date, and enjoy life.  Her boy would make some young girl very lucky.  Was there any girl in the area that she knew who was worthy of him?  No, she didn’t think so.* This would require some thought.  She  joined George for the night, happy to know that Heath wasn’t looking elsewhere for work. 

Heath felt bad about forcing George and Edna’s hand on the money issue but he knew that George would spend the money and never mention it.  That would never do.  They didn’t have the money to pay for him too.  The occasional dinner, although very welcomed, weighed heavily on Heath’s mind.  The Barkley’s already did so much for him and he refused to add George and Edna to the list of people who’s kindness he could never repay. 

Returning in time for dinner at the ranch Heath  was secretly pleased to see that Nick was still in a foul mood.  His beating him at cards didn’t improve his mood any.  Finally they began to talk and the discussion centered around the next months ranch work.  Amazingly the approach of winter heralded as many chores as did the spring.  Nick and Heath would spend many weeks repairing the equipment used at the ranch, replacing items needed for the harvests, shoring up the dams and levees, as well as coping with the continual job of repairing the fences where the cattle knocked it down. 

During these weeks Nick and Heath both worked nonstop.  There were many critical chores before the awful winter rains came. The most important being the shoring up of the levees.  In minutes the rain could destroy an entire years work as a river flooded leaving behind mud that could never be removed and stripping orchards of trees and grape fields of the precious vines necessary for the spring and summer harvest.  This was a  very large part of the Barkley empire. 

It was during these weeks of almost continual work, both at the ranch and then at Edna’s that Heath realized the highlight of his week was seeing Colleen on the  Saturdays they had both set aside for each other. 

Not only was the ranch a busy place, but the household as well as they  prepared for the Harvest/Halloween festival taking place in the town of Stockton. 

The Ladies Guild had divided into committees to oversee the efficient running of the festival.  One group made festive banners for the town, and tablecloths to match.  Another group was organized to oversee the baking for the festival as it was attended by everyone.  The other groups set up the band and organized the men into making a small outdoor stage.  Audra and Colleen were in charge of the children’s games and Victoria and Edna were in charge of the charity auction.   Edna was thrilled with her role in the Festival.  Now she could be on the lookout for a suitable woman for Heath. 

Heath was pleased that Colleen was helping Audra, or rather letting Audra help her, he thought smirking.   Colleen definitely took charge. This meant that Colleen now spent a lot of time at the ranch and occasionally Heath would run into her and exchange pleasantries.  These brief meetings were charged with an electricity he couldn’t put a name to.  With these thoughts running through his head he came in for lunch and decided that he must be late.  Everyone was already seated and Colleen was there, sitting by Nick.  Drawing closer to his chair he took a good look and decided that Colleen didn’t plan the seating arrangements.  Nick had probably insisted and left her with no choice.  Well that was fine with him!  This way he got an unobstructed view of her and it would also help them keep their secret.   

Neither wanted any one else to know that they were seeing each other just yet.  Colleen’s Mother would not approve, although for the first time in his life Heath wasn’t afraid of this scenario.  He truly felt that if he asked Colleen and she accepted that she would choose him over her Mother.  He also felt that with time and logic he could bring Colleen’s Mother around to their way of thinking.  No one in his family knew, except Nick.  Heath was very careful around Nick.  He never brought up Colleen’s name or talked of dancing with her, and he made sure they were never alone together if Nick might be anywhere close.  Colleen had never mentioned her feelings for him to Audra, he was sure, and Audra was her best friend.  Colleen would tell him of the girls discussions on the eligibility of the men in town, who kissed better, who was more handsome, and who would make a good catch.  Then she would laugh, the laugh he cherished, and say that she knew the answer to all the questions but couldn’t say.  They pestered her unmercifully.  He had even heard Audra ask her to tell.  She never said a word and no one suspected.   

Even Nick seemed less angry.  Like right now, he was  sitting by her, monopolizing the conversation with how lovely she looked *Hell anybody with two eyes could see that.*, and how she alone was making the Harvest festival great for the kids.  Nauseating was the word that kept popping into Heath’s brain.  Maybe he was a little jealous!  All these thoughts ran so quickly through his head that by the time he reached the table he was composed. 

Sliding into his chair he said quietly, “Hello Mother, everyone.” 

“About time you got here boy, we’ve been waiting on you.”  Nick said. 

Again that hated boy.  After their fight Nick inserted it every chance he got.  Heath was sick to death of it.  A more condescending word he had never heard. 

“Now Nick, we just sat down.  Don’t tease.” Audra dimpled. 

“Shall we say grace?” a dignified Victoria asked, and with that she bowed her head and thanked God for everyone present and that they had food to eat. 

“Well its about time.  I’m starved, “ Nick declared digging into the potato casserole he loved.  “Can I get you anything Colleen?” 

“I would love some bread.  It smells delightful.  Did you bake it Mrs. Barkley?” 

“Yes dear, I  made it fresh today,” she answered, delighted that Colleen asked.  Here was a woman with a very polite and pleasing personality.  Definitely a good friend for Audra to have.  Maybe she could help Audra by being a stabilizing influence.  Seeing her there with Nick also had Victoria thinking along lines of Colleen as a future daughter in law.  She would wait and see what happened.  It was a match to encourage. 

“So I hear the children’s games are all arranged and that you have done a wonderful job,” Nick said, his words bringing her out of her musings. 

“Nick!” Audra huffed “I helped with the planning too.” 

“I’m sure you did,” he said patting his sisters hand distractedly.  “Now Colleen. Just what is planned.” 

Heath looked at Jarrod, whom had remained silent so far, saw his wink, and the two in unison settled back to watch Nick run roughshod over another girl he was interested in.  After listening to about four minutes of outrageous flirting Jarrod decided he’d  had enough.  Trying to redirect the conversation he asked “Mother, how are you and Edna coming on the plans for the charity auction.”

Glad also to change the subject she immediately answered.  “Jarrod, she and I are doing fine.  She is a wonderful person and we are getting along famously.  All our ideas match exactly.  It’s like we share a common bond.  We’ve asked sixteen girls to give up their afternoon to assist us.” 

“Oh,  I’m helping.  Just wait til you hear Jarrod, its such a novel idea ,” Audra interjected.  “Oh let me tell him Mother.” 

“Go ahead,” Victoria said smiling at her only daughters enthusiasm. 

“Jarrod, Colleen and I and fourteen others have agreed to be the merchandise for the auction.   The men will bid on us and we will then provide and spend lunch with the highest bidder.  Doesn’t that sound like fun?” 

“Now that you mention it yes!  Who did you say the other fourteen girls were?  I might need to start saving my money,” he joked. 

“Well now Colleen, that is great news. Now that I know  you’ll be in it, Nick said, no one will bid higher for you.  You can count on it, and you’ll be worth every cent.  This is nice.  I get to help charity and have a date with the loveliest girl in Stockton, present female relations excluded.” 

Flinching slightly at the thought, Colleen looked to see how Heath was taking the news.  She decided that he looked as sick as she felt. 

Heath was sick.  His mind couldn’t seem to grasp all the new problems.  Edna and Mother together.  Colleen in a charity auction, with Nick saying he’d be the high bidder and him with no money.  Occasionally Heath thought Colleen might know that he had no loose cash available but the wasn’t sure and she might be expecting him to outbid Nick, which would never happen.  Especially not with the one dollar he had to his name, and to top it all off he still needed a coat! 

“Heath, are you feeling well, you look awfully pale,” Victoria asked. 

“If it’s okay, I think I’d like to be excused?” he said rising from the table.  He gave everyone a quick lopsided smile and quickly proceeded toward the front door. 

“Just a minute, boy, Nick called.  Where do you think you’re going?   We have work to do!” 

“Just going out for some air, checking on Gal.  I’ll be to work before your done with lunch.  I reckon with our lunch guest you’ll be here for a long time.  I bet I could break five horses before you even leave the table.”  Grinning, he once again headed for the door. 

“Well at least I have the sense to stay at the table with so lovely a visitor around,” Nick shot back, then turned to smile at Colleen. 

Hearing the exchange and seeing Heath’s grin, Victoria felt an overwhelming sense of relief.  Maybe he wasn’t getting sick.  She had never nursed Heath through an illness, but doubted that this quiet son would make a good patient.  Well that really wasn’t a surprise.  None of her children were easily confined to a sickroom.   With a surety she didn’t know she possessed, she realized that she did not want Heath sick.   

Calling to his retreating form, Victoria said, “Heath, take your coat.   It’s turning cold already today.” 

“I’ve been to busy to get to town and pick one up.  I’ll get a coat next trip in.” 

“Heath, wear one of Nick’s.” 

“I said, I’ll get one next time I’m in town,” and he left closing the door more heavily than usual.

Heath muttered to himself all the way to the barn, quietly cursing his Mother’s ability to make him feel like a guilty schoolboy.  He knew it was only a matter of time before his lack of a coat was noticed, and if the truth was told, he was cold.  He needed a coat.    

Could he talk George into one more short term job?  He doubted it.  He had already pushed his luck, and thankfully it had held.  He at least had the Christmas gifts under control.  All the items needed to finish each and every gift was in his possession.  No, unless he was willing to openly explain his predicament he wouldn’t get another job from George this year. *Pushing George wasn’t fair. The man had been very good to him.  Better than he deserved.  George was truly trying to help him.  He couldn’t, no, he  wouldn’t, ask for more.  He also would not explain  to George about the coat.  They had helped him to much and he knew that they would buy him one.  He wasn’t going to start accepting charity now.*  His deal with George was that he could start work again after the new year began.   

The New Year, was another problem.  It brought with it another party to contend with.  Praying with all his might that at least part of his day could be salvaged, he decided to try and stall in the barn long enough to say goodbye to Colleen, before he needed to return to work.   

Presently he heard female laughter.  *Yes that was Colleen’s laugh.  He would recognize that sound anywhere.*  Audra too, seemed to be enjoying herself.  

 He never tired of the sound of laughter, a gift from women to men as he saw it.  His life had held little laughter and the only times it was genuine it was coming from a woman.  His Mama, Rachael, Hannah, and now Audra, Mother, and Colleen. 

Great!  He moved Gal out of the barn and into the ladies path.  It was then that he noticed Nick, hurrying to catch up.  Reaching the buggy simultaneously, he moved to assist Colleen in, only to be shoved out of the way by Nick saying “I’ll help the lady.  You get to work.”  He felt his anger rise swiftly and as he was getting ready to punch Nick, he heard Colleen as she vocally made her feelings clear to Nick. 

“That was very badly handled Sir.  A lady doesn’t like to be fought over.  Your brother was just being polite.  Something I suggest you learn.  Now if you will excuse me,” she said, removing her hand from Nick’s gloved fingers.  Colleen gracefully climbed aboard the buggy.  “Good day Audra.  I’ll see you later this week.” 

Giggling at Nick’s enraged face, and Heath’s smirking one, caused by Colleen’s set down Audra answered, “I’ll look forward to it as always.  Maybe this time we can avoid my brothers.” 

Colleen, now slightly ahead of Audra winked at Heath saying, “That sound like a wonderful idea.”  With that she whipped the buggy into motion.  As she rode past Heath she gave him a wickedly amused glance and went on her way. 

Boy Howdy, there goes one hell of a woman, Heath thought.  Glad I didn’t punch Nick after all, being on her bad side was not where he wanted to be.  Standing stock still thoughts of being in the doghouse intruded as he briefly pictured them married.  Well from her kisses the making up would be worth it. 

Nick had saddled Coco and caught up with Heath.  Noticing Heath’s lopsided smile he said, “What are you looking at?  Let’s get to work.”  And work they did.  They spent the day filling sand bags to use for stabilizing the levees.  At noon Heath offered to get the lunches from the saddlebags.  Declining the offer, Nick left to get them, as Heath continued to work.  Finally, hunger getting the better of him, Heath went in search of Nick and the lunches.  As he came upon the tethered horses he noticed Nick, lost in thought, giving Coco a quick brush.‘

“There, doesn’t that feel nice?  I bet your enjoying yourself more than I am today.  You have all this low lying pasture land to munch on and I have a sandwich. You also get to rest while I have to spend the day filling sand bags and placing them in muddy water.   I think you have the better deal today, Coco.”  Turning to the saddle bag to remove their lunch he added “a couple of years and you will be able to enjoy this pasture rather than have to work it.  Enjoy today Coco, for soon it will be heavy work for you again.”  Giving her a final pat he turned and took the sandwiches to Heath. 

Heath, overhearing the conversation, backed slowly away so as to not intrude further on Nick’s privacy.  Returning to work, he began loading another sand bag as Nick approached. 

“Back finally, I was getting hungrier by the minute” 

“Yes, here’s your sandwich.  How’s the work progressing?” 

“Fine Nick.  We should finish some day..  Perhaps by next year.” Heath said. 

“Funny.  Let’s eat and get this done.” 

“That’s exactly how I feel brother Nick,” Heath smiled.   

The two ate in companionable silence, both lost in their own thoughts. They then resumed the long boring task and worked until it was dark. 

Both returned home exhausted.  They only had two more levees to shore up and the slow, tiring, mind numbing work was wearing on both of them.  Neither could wait to be finished. 

When offered dinner that night, both Heath and Nick refused, opting instead for a warm bath and bed.  Tomorrow would be long as well. 

*More of the same,*  Nick thought, as he and Heath filled and placed sand bags on the critical spots in the Jones tract levee.  This one gave them the most trouble every year.   The curve in the right fork tended to allow the water to churn.  As the water rose the force and whirling motion caused erosion to take place at a greater pace than usual.  This spot held, if shored up double what the others were. *Well at least we’ll be done with the levees before the winter storms this year.* Nick thought.  He remembered last year, when they hadn’t been as lucky.  The rains came much earlier than usual.  Seven levees broke long before work was even started on them.  The losses were staggering.  Cattle were lost, one orchard destroyed, and they spent the next several months trying to salvage what they could. 

This boring work really allows a mans mind to wander he noticed as his thoughts turned to the Harvest Festival.  Boy he couldn’t wait to win Colleen.  She was an intoxicating combination.  Fiery and the ice princess all rolled into one.  He owed her after she took him to task for his manners yesterday.  He was going to insist she make it up to him by making a chocolate cake for dessert.  That and her lips, he amended.  Yes, here was a woman for a real man.  He doubted she would ever thaw, but he sure enjoyed her discomfort, and if she was capable of being with a man, maybe he could be the one to melt her heart.   

Heath’s thoughts at this time were different.  He wanted to get the levee shored up and was pressing himself harder by the minute.  Doing the work of two men in an effort to be able to get to George and Edna’s early.  He needed to talk to Edna, hope against hope she hadn’t mentioned him to Victoria.  He was sure if the family found out what he was doing they would put a stop to it.  He could even feel his face becoming red as he thought about Victoria, marching him into a store, and buying him an entire wardrobe.  Coat included!  In a way being a ranch hand would be easier.  He could budget with the best of them.  Life had taught him that.  A ranch hands salary, especially at the Barkley wages, would take care of him for life.  Not that he would trade his family for anything on earth, but it would be easier.  No fighting with Nick, no Mother that was way to watchful, no sister to keep from harm, and no eldest brother to make you wonder if what you were saying was what you meant.  Well he probably would fight with Nick, no matter what.  At least that is what brothers are supposed to do.  How can I admire him so much, and yet want to punch his face in. 

The lying was getting to him.  He loathed lying, and couldn’t believe he was becoming so proficient at it.  It was worth it this time though.  Jarrod and Nick’s gifts were finished.  Audra’s was close, and Victoria’s had taken shape in his mind as he had stared at the pieces of wood.  He would need all the time he had left to truly fashion her gift the way he wanted it but that was fine.  He was loving putting in the work on a gift for the woman he now called Mother.  She was truly remarkable.  No one he had ever come across in all his years would have had the courage or fortitude to accept her husband’s bastard into the household.  Treat him as one of her own.  Especially with the husband dead.  She was a calm matriarch who could be easily respected.  Everyone she came in contact with was treated with unfailing graciousness.  She was a lady. As he quickly compared her to Colleen he realized that they had a lot in common.  The main difference was that Victoria was not as excitable as Colleen, but then he had no desire to kiss her the way he did Colleen either. 

Smiling, he realized he was smiling again.  He didn’t think he had smiled so much in his entire life as he had these past months since becoming a Barkley.  The thought sometimes staggered him. 

Finally they were finished.  This seemed to lift both their moods, and Nick, for the first time since seeing Heath with Colleen, clasped his shoulder and asked him to join him in town for a beer. 

Regretfully Heath shook his head saying, “Sorry Nick, I’d like to but I have other plans.” 

“Better not be with Colleen ,” he said, fists clenching. 

“No, Nick, you know better than that,” he said.  This lie not sitting well either.  He wanted to share his happiness but still he held his tongue.  He and Colleen, for reasons they both agreed with held on to their love tightly.  Hoarding every precious moment.  Unwilling to share it with others who might try to tear it asunder.  

Making sure Nick left before him, he made a bee line to Edna’s house.  Tethering Gal, he approached the front door and knocked.  No answer.   *That’s odd, but then again I am early.  Well I’ll get started on that field and try later*  he decided.  Walking to the field he felt, more than saw, that something was amiss.  Glancing hurriedly around he spied the partially open barn door.  Moving slowly toward the door, he peeked inside to see Edna uncovering his gift to Victoria.  For a brief second he was amused.  Victoria’s gift was hardly started.  This would tell her nothing.  The fleeting thought was instantly replaced by one of betrayal. 

“Eh ehm” he said looking directly at her back. 

At the sound she turned guiltily around.  Spying Heath she turned bright red and started to stammer, “Uh, hi, uh what are you doing here?” 

“I was going to ask you the same question ,” he replied straight faced, blue eyes boring into her flushed countenance.   

Twisting her apron she said,”Uh......, I was uhm.....going to wash the sheets for you.” 

“The drop cloths are fine.” 

“Now that I look at them , I guess they are.  You know how dusty you’ve been and a barn is dirty to begin with, so I figured the linens might need cleaning and there’s how hard saw dust can be on fabric..wearing it down.........” 

Heath let her ramble, watching as her guilt and unconvincing tale got the better of her.  “You finished yet?” 

“Yes.” she answered, looking like a naughty little child that had been caught stealing cookies, and denied it while the crumbs still clung to their face. 

“I wish you hadn’t done this.  I trusted you.” 

The last three words cut her deeply.   What must her actions have done to him.  He wasn’t the most trusting of men.  She could see the hurt in his eyes, but as she watched she saw the dark stormy anger filled eyes lighten and he said, “I’ve done worse I reckon, want a tour?” 

“Oh, yes Heath, please!”  She perked up immediately. 

Taking her hand he led her first to Jarrod’s gift.  As he removed the dust cover, sheet as she called it, he heard her indrawn breath.  He continued to move around the barn uncovering his treasures.  When he finished, he turned to find her rooted to the spot, mouth agape, tears running from her eyes. 

“Something wrong?”                  

Completely overwhelmed she gulped down her incredulablity and choked out, “Heath I had no idea.  Where did you learn to turn those ugly pieces of lumber into these magnificent gifts.” 

Completely shocked, and seeing nothing unusual in it he at first thought that she was joking.  As he realized that she was serious he stammered, “Don’t know what you mean.   Its just something I do.  Anybody can do it.  People work with wood all the time.  Like back at the ranch.  Ain’t  nothing special, Ma’am. 

*There was that Ma’am again.  Boy was he uncomfortable* Edna thought. 

“Heath, these are truly wonderful.  You have a gift son, you really do.  Thank you for sharing these with me.  I had no right to snoop.  I’m not making excuses, but I told you I could hardly stand it any longer.”  With that Edna walked over to him and kissed his cheek lightly.  “Stop by the house before you head home?” 

“Okay,” he answered absentmindedly, as he tried to figure out what she was talking about.   This was nothing that special.  Anybody could do it.  It just took time.  With that he recovered the gifts and went to the field to begin another few hours of hard work. 

While Heath plowed the field he had time to think about Edna.  Her reaction to his gifts, his need to speak to her about working with Victoria on the charity auction, and his feelings of anger over her entering the barn despite his request to the contrary.  This last thought was given the most attention.   

He was upset and hurt that she had gone against his wishes.  Oddly enough however, he was not feeling that familiar hollow feeling, followed by the tight constricting band that wrapped itself around his chest and squeezed.  Maybe he was beginning to get a handle on the years of built up anger and betrayal he felt.  Another novel, but welcome change from his past life.  He needed to credit the Barkleys strongly for this.  Each one of them had treated him like part of the family.   Colleen was still with him, which felt wonderful.  George too.  Well he was the father he had grown up wanting and Edna was ..Edna.  He really couldn’t place her.  A favored aunt perhaps.  

Today Edna had done something he had never really encountered.  She had stood her ground and apologized.  Apologized to him.   He couldn’t remember ever really being apologized to.  She seemed to need his forgiveness and he was ready to forgive. 

He completed the field and went to talk with Edna about the charity auction.  Dunking his entire head in the horse trough, he rinsed off the dirt, grime, and sweat.  Well at least he felt cleaner.  Shaking the water from his head, he went to the door and knocked.   

He heard Edna call “Come in Heath.” 

Entering he stood just inside the doorway, unconsciously resurrecting the old barriers he so often resorted to.   Before he could get his question out, Edna said, “Heath, again I’m so sorry.  I  have been in here feeling guilty all afternoon.  Can you forgive me?” 

Realizing he was barely in the house, he gave himself a mental shake as he both heard, and felt, her guilt.  Twisting the toe of his boot in the carpet, he moved forward and gave Edna slight half smile then picked her up and placed a light peck on the cheek. 

I can understand how you felt.  Probably would have had to have looked myself,” he said, as she beamed. 

Replacing her on the floor, he felt his final reserves shatter and knew he had reached yet another turning point.  It was then that he noticed George had come out of the bedroom, cleaned and ready for dinner.  George was smiling at the reaction Edna had to being picked up. 

“It’s been years since I’ve been able to do pick her up like that Heath, George said,  Must be that strong back of yours.” With those words he settled himself on the couch to see what would come next.  He always enjoyed the interplay between his wife and Heath.  It seemed to do them both good. 

“Edna, I need to talk with you about something,” Heath stated. 

“Sure thing Heath.  Go ahead.” 

“Well I heard that you and Victoria were working on the charity auction together.” 

“Yes, she is wonderful and everything else is falling into place as well.” she added with a twinkle in her eye. 

“Lord, I hope I’m not to late when I ask if you could keep the fact that I’m working for you a secret.  I’d rather she not even know we know each other.” 

“Now Heath, I figured that out months ago.  I didn’t decide to work on the charity auction so I could talk to Victoria about you.  I’m working on the charity auction for an entirely different reason,” she giggled. 

“Should I ask why, Edna, or is this better left alone?” 

“You’ll see Heath, you’ll see.” 

“That doesn’t sound to promising.  I reckon this would be a good time to leave.” 

Saying his goodbyes to both of them Heath rode for home, noting that even though it was late in the year it was still daylight outside.  He must have really quit earlier than normal, and not even realized the time in his desire to clear the tension he had been feeling.  As he relaxed he allowed himself to enjoy his early stopping time and just admire God’s country as he rode Gal toward home. 

He took in the oasis of trees that surrounded Edna and George’s home, and the high brown hills lying to the east.  The valley, golden now , covered by the wild grasses, knowing they were about to become a lush green with the winter rains.  Finally he allowed himself the pleasure of looking north, toward the one sight that made him the happiest in this still untamed valley.  There they were, the rough tree speckled mounds of the Black Diamond Hills.  As he rode, lost in thought , and transfixed by the beauty of the area he now called home, he once again spied the wild herd of horses, the dark stallion in the lead. 

Nick is right!   That animal does seem to project both intelligence and bravery.  With that thought inspiration struck Heath. 

“Come on Gal, lets go,” he said as he spurred her toward the hills. If he played his cards just right, and was extremely lucky this could be the answer to his birthday problems for Nick.  With everything else he was worrying about, he had relegated Nick’s November birthday to the back of his mind.  He just couldn’t expend any energy on more than he was currently coping with, but when providence places something in your lap, you just go with it.  As Gal drew near the rocky outcropping, Heath gathered his lasso.  He  mentally began to prepare himself for the long, and hopefully  fruitful battle ahead.   

Tangling with a wild stallion, one on one, wasn’t something even a seasoned cowboy did everyday, but he intended to have that horse for Nick.  This was the first horse he’d ever noticed Nick take a personal interest in. The beautiful stallion would make a good future replacement for Coco, not that he would ever mention Coco’s age to Nick.  That would be sure to land him in the horse trough nursing bruises, but sooner or later Nick would have to face facts. 

Every instinct honed, Heath maneuvered Gal as close as he thought possible before reigning her in.   Taking closer stock of the lay of the land, the wild herds likely path of escape, and his best place for a clean capture, he was delighted to see the stallion turn and lead the herd toward Granville’s Gulch.  It was an area he knew well, and one of the best places he could think of to actually capture the stallion. 

As the herd moved into the canyon he gave a loud YEE HAW! and raced Gal directly at the herd, knowing full well that the stallion would stay to defend his herd.  The stallion would not retreat. Drawing closer he deftly turned Gal and now spurred her directly at the gorgeous dark beast.  The closer he got the more agitated the stallion and herd became.  The stallion neighed, and nipped at the mares to force them to flee the predator.  Seeing them safely away the lead horse turned to face his enemy head on. 

As the stallion charged, Heath seized what he felt would be his only opportunity.  Offering a silent prayer, he twirled the lasso, as the stallion charged at breakneck speed.  Gal, well trained and firmly under Heath’s control, only shifted slightly at the angry stallions rapid approach.  The shift while noticeable was not enough to disturb Heath’s aim.  With unerring accuracy, the lasso descended around the proud stallion’s neck.  Heath, tying the lasso to Gal’s pommel and already reaching for the second rope held on for the fight of the century.  

“Hang in there, Gal, just a little longer,” he murmured over and over in a soothing voice. 

The stallion reared, bucked, and bellowed its anger, while kicking the wickedly slashing hoofs in Heath’s direction.  Gal saved Heath’s life many times during the next half hour as she continued to back up, keeping tension on the rope looped around the stallion’s neck and keeping Heath out of the way of the lethal hooves.  This allowed Heath the time he needed to ready the second lasso.  After several futile attempts he finally got the second rope over the stallions neck.  Rechecking, to make sure that the first rope was secure, as he refused to loose Nick’s present to stupidity, he dismounted. 

Taking care to stay away from the still angry, frightened animal, he and Gal worked in tandem as Heath made his way to the other side of the canyon.  Tying the second rope off on one of the scrub pines that dotted the landscape, Heath then moved to calm the stallion.  As he moved in he made soft, barely audible soothing noises.  Looking into the angry eyes and still snorting nose of the captured animal Heath projected only compassion, calmness, and reserve.  For the next hour he crept slowly toward the horse, never letting up on the soothing words or the projected sense of peace. 

The animal had spirit, that was a fact.  Nick should really appreciate a fine horse, and he’s black.  Heath smiled inwardly, he’ll match Nick’s clothing! 

Finally heath decided it was time to make contact with the stallion, and moved close enough to touch his muzzle.  Trying to rear, fear once again reaching his eyes, the stallion was stopped by the strong ropes holding him fast.  Gently Heath reached up to pet the horse, then slowly backed away and went over to Gal. 

“Good girl Gal.  You did fine.  Real fine.,” he said, as he removed his canteen.  Returning to the tethered stallion, he opened the canteen, and slowly poured some water into his hands.  Moving his hands to the stallions mouth he once again was hit with the full force of the animals frustration.  Finally he could feel the wary hesitance, then the temporary end of the animals resistance, as he lowered his head fractionally to drink from Heath’s hands.   

Still crooning softly Heath said, “that’s a boy” and untied the rope from the pine, remounted Gal, and headed for the line shack located on the Barkley land that bordered George and Edna’s home.  It was a perfect place for the stallion.

He decided his first tour of the many Barkley holdings had paid off.   He had been told the Barkley’s had built a pen there three years ago, when they had to separate two horses before a sale.  They also used it as a coral for stopovers on the way back from buying trips, or to hold horses when it was in use by workers or the family.  As far as he knew it hadn’t been used in two years.  

Heath decided he would take the horse there, so he could work with him easily on his way to and from George and Edna’s.  There was also little chance of anyone finding out his new secret, as he was the only one who really ever came this way. 

He would need only to gentle the animal, and get him saddle ready and able to ride, before Nick’s birthday.  It was something he was sure he could accomplish in the one and a half months he had remaining.  Thanking God for this gift for his brother, that would only cost him time, not money Heath returned home, exhausted and sore, but happy. 

“You missed dinner again, Heath!” Nick said upon seeing his brother enter the foyer and start to head up the stairs. 

“Silas left dinner out for you, Heath,” Audra added. 

Although tired and sore from his struggle with 1300 pounds of angry stallion Heath smiled at his family and said, “How about after a bath, to clean this grime off,  I join you for pool tonight?” 

“I’ll whoop you boy,” Nick called, as Heath headed up the stairs. 

Enjoying the sight of Heath’s smile, the entire family felt their spirits rise. 

“Amazing, how important he’s become to us in so short a time,” Jarrod stated. 

“I just wish I knew why he wasn’t around very often, and why he is always so tired.  I miss his company.”  Audra said. 

The sentiment was echoed around the room.  

The games and the conversation were light that night except for Nick continually asking Heath where he spent all his time.   

“What if I need you for an important job?” 

“Don’t I get all my work done?” Heath asked. 

“Yep, but that’s not the point.  Where do I find ya if I need ya?” Nick repeated. 

“Nick, I told you, I go riding with Gal.” 

“Can’t do that all the time, boy!” Nick almost yelled. 

Oh, quit pestering him Nick,” Audra said laying aside her embroidery.   I know he’s not seeing any of my friends.  I’ve asked.  So what ever it is he’s doing it can’t be all that important.” 

“Are you checking up on my private affairs?” Heath asked, more angrily than he intended.

Jarrod, ever the peacemaker, said, “No Heath, the family just worries about you.  You miss dinner regularly, seem very tired, and frankly we miss your company.” 

“And I need your help,” Nick added. 

“Oh Nicholas, quiet.”  Victoria finally joined the conversation. “ It’s Heath’s business and unless he chooses to tell us what he does then there is nothing we are going to do.  Heath , just be careful, no one wants you to get sick.  We’re here if you need us.”  That said she returned to her book. 

“Then I’d better get a good nights sleep, that way I won’t get sick, and I can help Nick even more than my usual full day,” he added winking at Audra.  “Night,” and with that he headed for bed.   

As he closed his door, Nick was downstairs saying, “Pappy, I’m going to find out what that boy is up to, mark my words.  If what he’s doing is hurting or going to hurt this family I’ll have his hide with in an inch of his life.  See if I don’t.” 

Jarrod’s, “Now Nick we agreed........” was met with Nick’s turned back and stomping up the stairs to his own room.  

Nick knew that if he was going to catch Heath, he’d have to be ready to leave at the ungodly hour his brother rose each morning, but no matter.  His mind was made up.  He fully intended to catch Heath as he was sure that Heath was up to no good.  Gambling the ranch away, wenching, drinking, making shady deals with Barkley money, hell possibly even stage robbery, there had been enough of those lately, the list was endless.  Nick also couldn’t wait until he had caught Heath red handed.  As certain as he was that Heath was up to no good, he was just as certain that he would enjoy letting his little brother know just how displeased he was, by beating him to a pulp. 

Nick arose pre-dawn, and almost decided that he needed to go back to bed.  Only the realization that this was the only way he could find out what his elusive brother was up to, was to get moving.  He dressed slowly, cursing the entire time.  No one should be up before the sun.  Breakfast was next, and for the first time in months, he had to scavenge from the kitchen.  Cold toast wasn’t nearly as filling or pleasing to the palate as the eggs, ham, and bacon, he usually   enjoyed. 

Leaving by the back door Nick went straight to the barn. *What!  Gal was still there.  Where was that lazy brother of his? * he thought.  He then began to laugh. *Wasn’t that something.  Probably the only day Heath has slept in and here I am awake.*   Deciding to start work on the equipment repair so he would be there when Heath made an appearance, Nick made his way over to the rows of broken tools.  

“I hate this work,” he muttered, picking up the first of the many hammers that needed fixing.  Taking the stockpiled spare pieces of wood he began to fashion wedges that would be used to reattach the handles.    After fashioning about twenty he placed the wedges in the top of the hammers to anchor the handles. Pounding them in he filled them with scrap bits of wood.  When this was completed he threw the entire batch into a warm mater bath, used to cause the wood to swell, forming a tight grip on the inserted handle.  When they had dried for a few days the tops would be sanded and smoothed until they were as good as new.  He next moved on to the axes.

*There must be something better to do* he thought as he examined the axe handles.  Deciding he just couldn’t take any more of this today he went over and straightened out the ropes, looking for those that were in need of repair, he added them to the pile, and moved on to inspect the saddles that were used for breaking in the horses.  

*God he hated winter jobs!  Where was that brother of his?  He’s not going to sleep all day, and my mind is made up.  I don’t care if the family did vote to leave him alone.  I’m bringing that boy in, and telling the family just what he’s been up to.  They are all wondering as much as I am.  Well, today we will find out, and all his sneaking off will stop.* 

Heath woke late not realizing the family had decided to let him sleep in.  Coming downstairs he saw Silas clearing the sideboard.  

“Wait Silas, any more of the raisin bread I smell left?” 

“For you Mr. Heath, of course. I saved you some special like.” He handed it to Heath and watched as he greedily licked off the icing before sinking his teeth into a large chunk of the delightful confection.  “Sure do like raisin bread Mr. Heath.”

“It's Heath Silas, Heath.  I keep telling you.” 

“Yes Heath you do, and I keep forgetting.” 

“Where is everybody Silas?” Heath questioned. 

“Well Miss Audra and Mrs. Victoria have gone to the dressmakers, then to a Ladies Guild meeting.  Seems there’s a problem with the pumpkins.  Mr. Jarrod left for Stockton as well, and Mr. Nick is in the barn working on all that equipment that seems to need fixing.” 

“Thanks Silas,” Heath said, taking another chunk of the raisin bread, winking and heading out the door.  Heading toward the barn Heath could make out Nicks penetrating voice as he instructed David on the laying in of the food for the cattle for the winter.  David was relatively new.  Newer than Heath, and Nick, Heath noted always took the time to explain each job to a new hand.  It was one of the things that made him a great boss and a natural leader.  Only trouble was, after the explaining was done you had better do the job right.  Nick didn’t take well to sloppy work or lazy workers.  Many men found that out the hard way, when they were dismissed for shoddy work. 

“There you are Heath, Nick greeted him.  I thought today we would stick around here and break in those two new horses, and finish some of this equipment.” 

“Sure thing, Nick, I’ll work with the horses.” 

An hour later Nick moved to the coral alongside the group of hands already there. *Heath was a hell of a ride,  Nick thought.  That mare doesn’t stand a chance.*  

Heath was tenaciously clinging to her back as she did everything in her power to throw him.  As good as she was, she was no match for Heath and she eventually quieted.  Heath rode her around the coral four times before dismounting. 

“Gave me a good workout girl,” he said as he spied Nick and moved in his direction amidst the congratulations of the other hands. 

“Nice ride, Heath,” Nick tossed out as he approached. 

Smiling at the praise from his brother Heath asked, “You taking the last one?” 

Looking at the roan filly Nick replied, “I think I’ll take you up on that, I’ve seen enough broken equipment for the day.” 

“I’ll just watch for a bit then get started on it, Okay, Nick?” 

“Fine Heath. And while your at it check David’s progress,” Nick said already loosening his neckerchief and putting on his spurs. 

“Sure thing.” Heath called. 

Watching his brother break a horse was always fun for Heath.  Nick sat and rode for all he was worth, and the horse always gave in.  Heath still wasn’t sure if it was skill or the extreme force of character on the horses back that finally had the horse capitulating, but the determined set of Nick’s jaw always made him wonder.  Noting that this horse too would bend to Nick’s will Heath checked on David’s progress, found it fine and set to work on the repairs.  About five o’clock, as he was replacing the tools he’d used he saw Nick walk in the barn and saddle Coco. 

“Where you headed, Nick?” 

“I’m going to Stockton to see Jarrod on some financial issues.  Want to come?” 

For a brief second Heath thought he saw something in Nick’s eyes then decided he had imagined it.  Nick often went to workout finances with Jarrod.  The ranch was a very prosperous enterprise, and money needed to be moved from one place to another frequently.  This much he had learned. 

“Not today.  Nothing I need to do in town.  Catch up with you later.” 

He watched as Nick rode off, thrilled to be able to escape on a Friday.  He wouldn’t go to George and Edna’s but would work with the stallion for a bit.  He saddled Gal, and rode off failing to notice that Nick was hidden behind the barn following his ride with his eyes. 

As Heath left his line of sight Nick took off after him.  He didn’t want Heath to know he was being followed, so he got the general direction down and would track him from there.  He was a very adept tracker.  Unless Heath headed into the rock hills he would have no trouble finding him, and it looked to Nick that Heath was headed away from the rocky region of the valley.  Following as close as he dared, Nick reigned in sharply when he heard the distinct sound of a horse near the unused line shack.   

*So that’s where he’s going, I wonder who’s horse I’ll see tied up alongside his, * Nick thought, seeing Colleen’s face come to mind.  He slipped off Coco and left her tethered to a tree about 400 yards back from the line shack.   There was no way, with the trees, that Heath could see or hear Coco from the shack.  Especially if he’s doing what I think he’s doing, Nick fumed.  This was so easy.  This line shack was in a lightly forested area making Nick’s approach simple.  Creeping through the trees, Nick felt his anger grow by the minute.  Here Heath was, having all sorts of fun, while the family worried themselves sick over him. *Well Heath, your carefree days are numbered* he thought as he drew near the clearing. 

Stopping, his mouth dropping open in shock, Nick was confronted with the sight of Heath working steadily with a wild stallion.  His stallion!  Why hadn’t Heath told him?  A horse of this caliber, well just catching it alone, would account for weeks of sore muscles.  As he continued to watch Heath work his magic on the stallion he realized that if Heath was spending his time here it was no wonder he was so tired.  Breaking horses was long tiring work and this horse would be no exception.  The intelligence still shone from its eye.  The fright, although diminished, hadn’t left him, and his proud bearing bespoke weeks of work.  No wonder Heath was tired. But why was Heath here at the line shack breaking this horse?  Why hadn’t he taken it to the ranch?  Did he want the stallion for his own?  He had Gal. He seemed to love her, even if she had short legs.  Nick did acknowledge to himself that Gal was an excellent cutting horse, and she and Heath worked expertly as a team.   

Feeling the mystery solved of where heath spent his time, Nick returned to Coco.  As he untethered her to lead her quietly away before mounting, he gently leaned over and petted her silky muzzle.  It was then that the rest of the puzzle fell into place.  Touched beyond measure, Nick knew without a doubt that Heath was keeping that horse a secret so he could surprise him with it for his birthday.  Feeling instant remorse at his earlier suspicions he headed home to tell his family not to worry about Heath. 

At first he felt a wonderful sense of wonder, that this brother of his would go to all this work for him.  As he let his mind drift to the gorgeous animal Heath was diligently working on, his eyes grew misty.  A quickly as it dawned on him that it was a birthday present he too realized that it was only a matter of time before he had to face the training of Coco’s replacement.  Refusing to dwell on such a depressing thought, Nick spurred Coco toward home.  As they raced the very wind itself, it seemed to Nick that he was defying anyone or anything to tell him Coco was aging. 

Arriving home, thoroughly spent, both physically from his breakneck ride and hard day of labor, and mentally from his startling revelations concerning Heath and Coco, he handed Ciego the reins and headed toward the house.  Stopping, he returned to Coco’s side and told Ciego he would see to him personally.  His news could wait.  Coco couldn’t.  Taking Coco to the barn, unsaddling, currying, and giving Coco fresh food and water put him in a calmer frame of mind.   Maybe that’s what Heath sees in the horses, he thought, as he turned and gave Coco a final pat for the night. 

Approaching the house, Nick realized he was hungry.  Glancing at his watch told him it was time for dinner.  Realizing Heath would not be joining them again, Nick decided that this would be as good a time as any to report what Heath was doing. 

“Oh, Nick, good, you're in time for dinner,” Victoria said. 

“Just let me clean up quickly then I’ll be down.  There’s something I need to let you know.” 

“Shouldn’t we wait for Heath then, he’s not here?” Audra questioned. 

“No, Audra, I don’t want Heath to hear this conversation.  I also know he will not be here for dinner,” and leaving it at that he went upstairs to change.  The minute he left the room, the conversation began. 

“What was that cryptic remark about?” Jarrod began. 

“You don’t think he’s mad at Heath again do you?” Audra questioned. 

“One never knows.  They fight one day, and are best friends the next,” Jarrod added. 

“We will just have to wait for Nick to return,” Victoria stated calmly.  

 “Isn’t it interesting to see them behave as brothers do.  All the sibling rivalry coming out.  Nick always wanted a younger brother.  He is the first one to get angry at Heath and the first to defend him when he’s in trouble.  They make a great team Mother, and even better brothers,” Jarrod stated. 

Agreeing, they rose as they heard Nick’s heavy tread on the stairs.  Meeting him at the bottom of the staircase they all went into dinner.  While they ate Nick filled them in on his days activities and more specifically, his desire to find out where Heath kept sneaking off to. 

“I thought we decided against spying,“ Victoria stated coldly, looking directly at Nick. 

Moving around in his seat, knowing that his Mother was displeased Nick said “You're right.  We did.  But since we were all wondering what he’s been up to, I decided to follow him anyway.” 

“And?” Audra interrupted. 

“And if you’ll let me finish I’ll tell you,” Nick goaded. 

“Well hurry up, Nick” Audra quipped. 

“Well I just want to tell you not to worry any longer.  He’s fine,” and with that Nick resumed eating. 

“NICK! Continue,”  Jarrod stated emphatically. 

“Hold on Pappy.  I’m getting to it, Nick grinned.  Heath is spending his time out at the line shack north of here.  Seems he caught a wild stallion and.....as Nick stopped to take a strengthening breath Jarrod said “Go on.” 

“And he’s breaking it.  I think he intends it to be my birthday gift.” 

Victoria watched her strong son struggle with his news.  This was a moment she had been dreading.  Nick having to let go of Coco would be a very rough for her son.  Perhaps even rougher than losing his Father.  The entire family had support over Tom’s death, Nick would fight his grief over Coco alone. 

“Well that explains things,” Jarrod said.  “Seems that the time for worrying was when he was catching the horse, and that we didn’t know about.” 

Mother, Jarrod, Audra, I’d rather Heath not know what I found out.  It is .....oh I can’t think of the word I want.”  Nick mumbled.

“Sweet,” Audra suggested. 

“Thoughtful,” Jarrod tried. 

“Perfect,” Victoria stated. 

“Yeah, something like that......I guess,”  Nick said gruffly. 

“Now that we know where Heath disappears to, I know I’ll rest easier.  I just wish he was here more, and not working so hard.  Now lets end this conversation and get back to dinner,” Victoria said. 

Heath came in that night during a game of cards between Victoria and Audra, and a heated debate over land rights, between Nick and Jarrod.  Heading for the kitchen to grab a sandwich he noted that everyone had stopped what they were doing and were looking at him. *What now* he thought. 

“Evening,” he said. 

“Hi Heath, going to join us?” Victoria asked. 

Heath felt it came out as more of a statement than a question.  “I’d like to but right now I’m going to grab a bite to eat and a hot bath.  See you tomorrow at breakfast.” 

“We’ll look forward to it,” Victoria couldn’t help saying to his retreating back. 

Slipping away he heard the debate continue and once again realized he missed his family.  After his bath, he fully intended to go to bed, but felt himself drawn downstairs.  Reaching the bottom stair he realized that he heard no conversation but that the fire was still burning in the fireplace.  Knowing that it hadn’t been left untended, he entered the family room, knowing he would find Victoria there. 

“Not in bed yet, Heath?”  Victoria asked. 

“No, thought I’d gamble catching someone awake.  I’m glad its you.” 

“Do you want to talk Heath?  I’ve sensed something has been bothering you.  Since you’re not home often, I haven’t had a good opportunity to ask, and I don’t want to pry.” 

“I know, and thank you,” Heath said returning his gaze to the fireplace.  

Victoria remained quiet, as this often got him to speak more than direct questions ever could.  She remembered the first time she realized that.  Libby, Heath’s old girlfriend from Strawberry, had been shot and died while trying to frame Heath for her husbands murder.  That night he had stood here, staring deeply into the fire.   Her questions did nothing, but as she stood, offering him her silence and strength he talked of his love for her, her connection to his previous life, and his guilt over her death.  More words at one time than he had said since the first night, when he had ridden into their home, full of anger.  The night of Libby’s death hadn’t brought anger.  Instead Heath had trusted a family member, her, with his innermost feelings.  She had already loved him.  This made him her son. 

“Mother?” 

Placing a gentle hand on his shoulder she answered the hesitant question with a soft “Yes?” 

“Just want to say I’m sorry for being gone so much.  I enjoy being with the family more than you will ever know.  It’s just that right now I need to be gone.   Trust me?”                 

She heard the unspoken please.  “I do.  We all do, Heath.  Take your time.  When you’re ready we will be here.” 

“Thanks.”  He turned, kissed her cheek, extinguished the fire, and escorted her to her room.  As she watched him cross the hall to his room she once again gave thanks to the Lord for guiding this son and brother to their home.

*****End of Part 1*****

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