Family Connections

Chapters 21-40

by catgirl63

Disclaimer: The characters and situations of the TV program "Big Valley" are the creations of Four Star/Republic Pictures and have been used without permission. No copyright infringement is intended by the author. The ideas expressed in this story are copyrighted to the author.

Chapter 21

Heading behind the rundown buildings, the three men headed up the alley between the hotel and closed general store. Barrett and Blake watched from the sides of a dirty window at the drama unfolding across the room.

Hiriam shouted and pushed Heath to the side before his body jerked where it fell to the floor and lay unmoving from an invisible blow to the back. The old tan hat rolled to the side, leaving his salt and peppered hair uncovered.

Heath saw the assailants running in from the adjoining room as he was falling to the ground, his hands flashed downwards for his guns. Falling on his back, he rolled and sprang to a standing position, guns in both hands. Firing one of the two men turned the blonde marshal briefly to the right with a bullet. Heath’s right elbow clutched to his side as his guns sounded, the reports sounded as one from the closeness of them.

Blake’s eyes were riveted on the two men who jerked and fell backwards onto the floor, muscles relaxed in the instant death. The blonde marshal put his guns back into the twin holsters and knelt beside his grandfather, his back to the window.

“Jesus, he’s fast.” whispered Barrett.

Taking out his gun, Blake smiled, “Now’s as good a time as any.”

The sound of horses galloping up the street startled the two men at the window. Turning, they grabbed the attorney and fled around the corner as the horses galloped by. Running to their horses, they took off into the trees, not knowing if they were being pursued or not.

Barrett pulled up after ten minutes and looked back over their trail. The landscape was empty of men and horses.

“Damn. That was a good opportunity.” muttered Blake taking a drink from his canteen. “That marshal is fast! This is gonna be a challenge.”

“A challenge?” asked Ted incredulously. “Does that mean you can’t take him?”

“I can take him! I can take anyone, lawyer.” smirked Blake. “This just makes it more fun. I haven’t been up against a worthy opponent in a long time.”

Barrett stated, “The Barkleys will take them back to Stockton. I don’t think they’re hurt that bad.”

“Maybe we should hit them on the way to Stockton?” suggested Ted.

Blake snorted, “You crazy? There’s four of them, maybe six if the other two aren’t hurt that bad. Even from ambush, can you shoot six men before they shoot you? I know I can’t.”

Blushing, Ted shook his head. “No, I can’t. What are we gonna do?”

“We’ll head back to Stockton. Another opportunity will present itself, don’t worry.” stated Blake turning his horse towards the south. “Lots of things can happen out here in the wild west.”

Barrett laughed and nudged his horse to follow. Ted closed his eyes briefly, wishing he was anywhere in the world but California. He followed behind his thoughts betraying his reluctance.

‘Other than the forged will, I haven’t done anything wrong. Maybe I can destroy it. It’d be Sheila’s word against mine! Stealing from an old man is one thing, killing people is another.’

Looking up, Ted’s face paled when he saw Blake’s eyes on him. The black eyes were narrowed to mere slits, his disconcerting stare telling Ted Folcom, Benton knew exactly what he was thinking.

Wiping his forehead, Ted’s smiled was nervous and forced, “Sure is hot country.”

The smile on the tanned face was cold and evil, “It’s hotter in hell, lawyer. Cross me and you’ll find out faster than you’d expect.”

Turning, Blake nudged his horse beside Barrett, leaving his back exposed to the panicked man behind them. Ted felt his hand itch in anticipation of the open target, then he sighed and his shoulders signified his defeat. He couldn’t and wouldn’t. He was encased in the jail he’d made for himself when Sheila Pierson smiled and stroked his ego.

As the trio rode into Stockton from the south earlier in the day, Dr. Merar was closing the incision on the wounded Heath Thomson on the eastern road leading to home.

The damaged organ removed, the internal bleeding stopped. Howard was satisfied with the surgery, however, he knew Heath was not out of the woods by any means. Blood loss and fevered infection robbed the strong man of his strength, sapping the mighty reserve he’d built over the years.

The damage was done and repaired, now could he recover and make his way back. Could he scale the walls that held him in the pit of weakness? Could he make it back to take the look of guilt out of his grandfather’s eyes, the look of bleakness out of Jarrod’s eyes? Could he make it back to take the terrified look out of Nick’s eyes?

Chapter 22

Howard took the sleeping inducer from Jarrod and put it in his bag. Heath’s bloody pants and shirt, previously cut off were taken and discarded with the nonworking body organ. Folding the blankets except for two, Howard covered his patient hoping to stave off the after effects of the surgery and prevent shock from setting in.

“Jarrod, keep an eye on Heath. I’m gonna check on his grandfather.” stated Howard receiving only a nod from the prophetic lawyer whose face was almost as pale as his unconscious brother’s.

Nick stood up when Dr. Merar approached, his hazel eyes beseeching the family physician, “Time will tell now, Nick. Why don’t you help Jarrod keep an eye on him for me?”

Swallowing the constriction in his throat, Nick whispered, “Sure, doc. Oh, this is Hiriam Thomson, Heath’s grandfather. He took a bullet in the shoulder. Hiriam, Dr. Merar.”

Patting Nick on the arm, Howard smiled, “Okay. Scotty, help me with Hiriam’s shirt.”

Working together, the two men stripped the shirt off and Howard removed the once white bandage. He worked quickly cleaning and rebandaging the wound. Satisfied, he helped Hiriam into his shirt. “You’ll be sore for a while, but it should heal up nicely. I don’t have any cloth for a sling so we are going to use the middle area of your shirt til we get back to Stockton.”

Sliding Hiriam’s hand into his shirt, Howard rebuttoned the shirt. Taking out a bottle of laudanum and a spoon, he administered the painkiller.

“How is Heath?” asked Hiriam quietly.

Sighing, Howard looked into the brown eyes, “Heath’s a strong man. He made it through the operation better than I anticipated he would. He needs time to replenish his blood supply. I’m hoping he’ll be able to do that on his own without a transfusion.”

Howard jumped up at the concerned shout from Nick and Jarrod, ran to the wagon and climbed into the back.

“He started breathing really fast, his heart’s racing!” stammered Nick with a strong hold on Heath’s hand.

“Dang it, Heath! Don’t do this, boy.” muttered Howard listening with his stethoscope. “His pulse is too high. He’s going into shock. Jarrod elevate his legs, Nick roll up your sleeve. We’ll have to do a transfusion. He’s lost too much blood with the injury and surgery.”

Nick sat where directed and rolled up his sleeve, Howard pulled Heaths left arm out from under the blankets and attached the tubing to both arms. Nick talked quietly to Heath as the life driving liquid drained into his little brother. Jarrod raised Heath’s legs using the saddlebags and clutched a hand onto Nick’s shoulder, passing his support onto both brothers.

Howard glanced back towards the tree and saw Hiriam being laid on the ground by Scotty and Tim. The laudanum taking effect on the older man, plunging him into a healing pain free sleep.

The inflow of precious red liquid into the unconscious man worked it’s magic. Heath’s heart slowed in its racing, his breaths slowed and his pulse slowly started to return to a normal rhythm. His face was resuming a look of almost normalcy, taking away the paper-thin waxen look.

Grinning widely, Howard took off his stethoscope and nodded, “Once I disconnect the tubing, Nick. I need you to lay down and rest.”

“I wanna be awake when Heath open his eyes.” protested Nick.

“You will be, Nick. Giving blood will make you weak. You need to rest and drink plenty of water. Jarrod, you can start hitching up the team. I wanna get our patients to the office before dark.”

The ride into Stockton was slow and the afternoon late when the wagon pulled up in front of the office of Dr. Merar. Scotty went inside and grabbed a stretcher. Putting the still unconscious Heath on it, Nick and Jarrod carried their little brother inside.

“HEATH!” gasped Melinda Rankin, the sight of the unaware man caused her eyes to well with tears.

“Mommy, is that Marshal Thomson?” asked Timmy, his face quivering with fright.

Nick stopped suddenly at the sight of the fear on the young boy’s face. Howard replaced Nick’s place on the end of the stretcher, toting their cargo into a different room.

Kneeling, Nick looked into the young lad’s eyes, “Marshal Thomson’s gonna be okay, Timmy. Don’t worry, now.”

“What happened?” asked Timmy rubbing his eye with a bandaged hand.

Looking at the hand, Nick smiled, “What happened to you?”

“I cut my hand on some metal. I was making a badge.” explained Timmy.

“Was it a marshal’s badge?” queried Nick.

“Yep. But it didn’t work.” replied Timmy sadly.

Melinda smiled and stroked the red hair, “You’re not going to try that again, are you Timmy?”

“No ma’am.” whispered Timmy. “Mr. Barkley, is the marshal gonna be okay?”

Nodding, Nick winked, “He’s gonna be laid up for a while but he’ll be fine. Tell you what Timmy, you promise to stay away from metal and I’ll talk to Heath, uh, Marshal Thomson and see if we can’t rustle you up a genuine badge, okay?”

The young face lit up with hope and happiness at the prospect of a badge. “Really, Mr. Barkley?”

“Really.” smiled Nick standing. “Mrs. Rankin, Dr. Merar says Heath may be able to have visitors in a couple days.”

“Thank you, Mr. Barkley.” smiled Melinda holding out her hand. “I’ll be sure to stop in.”

Turning, Melinda left with Timmy and Nick rubbed his hands together, “Oh, little brother, when you’re feeling better, we gotta talk. Mel, my foot, more like Melinda!”

Chapter 23

From the Barkley ranch to the town of Stockton by horseback was a one way trip of an hour. By surrey, the one-way ride could stretch out to one and a half hours. Scotty and Tim headed to the Barkley ranch by horseback to deliver the news of Heath’s condition to the Barkley matriarch.

Jarrod and Nick mentally calculated their Mother would arrive in approximately three hours. One hour for the boys to reach the ranch, another one to two hours for their Mother to make it back to Stockton.

However, to their surprise she rushed into the room which housed her still unconscious son two hours later with Jack Larkin following quickly on her heels. Both sides of the road had been burned up by the two different parties. The condition of their marshal boss and the condition of her son and a friend, the common priority of the two groups.

Nick and Jarrod jumped up from the bedside at the sight of their Mother, stopping in their tracks at the sight of Marshal Jack Larkin. Victoria waved off the matching question in their eyes for the moment and Howard advised Victoria of Heath’s condition, the emergency surgery and transfusion.

“I’m worried Victoria. Heath should’ve woken up by now.” admitted Howard.

Standing beside the bed, Victoria ran her fingers through the blonde hair, “Heath, open your eyes for Mother. Come on sweetheart, you’re scaring Dr. Merar and your brothers.”

Victoria spoke for several minutes, all eyes in the room widened when Heath moved his head slightly and moaned. Stepping closer to the bed, the men in the room watched as Victoria’s motherly presence brought Heath back from oblivion to a pain-filled world.

“Mother.” whispered Heath his head moving from side to side as the pain in his body increased. “Mama.”

“I’m here, Heath. Mama’s here.” assured Victoria her gray eyes filled and droplets of water spilled onto her cheeks. “Open your eyes.”

Heath fought to obey his mama’s voice resonating in his ears. He couldn’t stop the pained moans which escaped from within him, his body felt weak and trod upon. The pain was building up as he scaled further up the dark wall.

Opening his eyes, he blinked and fought the crescendo now playing in his body. Gasping, he clenched the bedsheet with a tight fist and shuddered.

Looking into the gray eyes, his lips trembled into a small smile, “Mama…stole…my …clothes?”

Victoria laughed and placed a delicate kiss on his warm forehead, “I think Dr. Merar did, sweetheart.”

Looking around at the familiar room in the office of Dr. Merar, Heath’s confusion reflected in his blue pools and his brow furrowed from pain and thought, “Not..Strawberry?”

Howard smiled as he held a spoon of laudanum in front of Heath, chuckling at the narrowing of the blue eyes at the sight of the pain killer. “Heath, you need to rest. We’ll answer your questions later.”

“Twit..brain…like…Nick.” whispered Heath, his small smirk at his scowling brother turning into a gasp of pain.

“Just take the damn medicine, Heath!” snarled Nick, the anguish of watching his brother in pain ripping open his heart.

“Nicholas, your language!” admonished Victoria.

“Sorry, Mother.” mumbled Nick, glaring at Jarrod’s sparkling eyes of amusement. “Stubborn..cantankerous..”

Nick’s words of brotherly description were welcomed by the younger blue-eyed brother who weakly squeezed the giant hand holding his. The expressive eyes telling Nick all he needed to know.

Taking the laudanum, Heath sipped some water and smiled weakly. His body relaxing, his eyes widening at the sight of his former boss standing by the doorway Dr. Merar had just departed through.

Staring at Jack, Heath cocked his head slightly as he remembered, his words slurred as he fought his closing eyelids.

“Grandfather?”

“He’s fine, Heath. He’s resting.” assured Jarrod with a smile.

“Jack…Jed…Parker…Nick…other…one” gasped Heath weakly tugging the large hand.

“The other man with Matt Simmons in Strawberry, Heath?” asked Nick receiving a nod before the laudanum closed his eyes and stole the weakened Heath into a deep sleep.

“Who’s Jed Parker?” inquired Nick. Victoria and Jarrod saw the look of shock on Jack Larkin’s face.

“Nick, is Parker in Strawberry?” asked Jack anxiously.

Nodding, Nick replied, “Yeah, six feet under. Heath killed him and his uncle, Simmons, yesterday. They shot Heath and his grandfather. Who’s Parker?”

Victoria closed her eyes and shook her head at the news of what transpired to leave her son in this condition. Later, she would ask Nick and Jarrod to fill in the missing gaps of information.

“My god.” whispered Jack pacing the room.

“What is it Marshal Larkin?” inquired Jarrod his voice filled with anxiety and tension. “Who’s Jed Parker?”

Stopping, Jack faced the family and sighed deeply. “Jed Parker was the fifth rustler in the gang Heath was after before his mother was murdered. It was Parker’s brother, Terry, who Dan Nichols let escape and followed Heath to Strawberry. Terry was the man who murdered Heath’s mother.”

“What was this Parker doing with Heath’s uncle?” asked Victoria. Her spoken question hung in the room for all to hear, the conclusion revolting in each of their minds.

“Simmons was in with them? Matt Simmons knew and let that animal murder his own sister?” asked Nick through clenched teeth. “HE LET PARKER’S BROTHER KILL HEATH’S MAMA? WHAT KIND OF SICK MAN DOES THAT?”

“Nick, calm down!” urged Jarrod, his dark haired brother’s face blazing red with fury.

“DON’T TELL ME TO CALM DOWN, JARROD!” exclaimed Nick pulling out of his brother’s hold, gesturing wildly, his hazel eyes on the verge of tears, his body shaking uncontrollably.

“I’M THE ONE WHO FORCED HEATH TO GO BACK THERE FOR THE SAKE OF HIS GRANDFATHER! ME, I DROVE HIM TO IT!! BIG BROTHER DROVE LITTLE BROTHER TO TALK TO THE MAN WHO STOOD BY WHILE HIS OWN SISTER WAS BRUTALLY ATTACKED AND MURDERED! GOD, WHAT KIND OF BROTHER AM I?”

Jarrod wrapped his strong arms around Nick and held onto his tense, struggling brother, “You’re the best brother Heath could ever wish for Nick. The best and Heath knows it too. Don’t do this to yourself. Listen to Pappy. Heath didn’t know so how could you? Don’t do this, please Nick.”

The shaking turned into sobs of pain and horror at the unspeakable act committed by one sibling onto another. The emotional shock almost too much for the strong, family minded, virile Nick Barkley to comprehend, to fathom. The shock sending him reeling, his knees weakening as he clung to Jarrod and the brothers slid to the floor.

Victoria’s own shaking knees forced her to slump into a chair, her face white as the sheets on the bed, tears streamed down her face taking the same trail as the ones on Jarrod’s face.

Chapter 24

The next morning, Hiriam opened his eyes slowly and wiped away the lingering effects of the medicinal sleep. Looking around the room, his remembrance came rushing back. His left arm was encased in a sling and throbbing heavily from the wound.

Sitting up carefully, he fought the dizziness from the movement and swung his legs over the side of the bed. A robe lay on a chair beside the bed. Shaky legs made their way to the chair, putting his right arm in the sleeve of the robe, Hiriam struggled with wrapping the robe around his back and over his left shoulder. Cursing softly, he was startled by Dr. Merar’s admonishment from the open doorway.

“I don’t think the robe can answer you, Mr. Thomson.”

Smiling, Hiriam shook his head, “If it does, Dr. Merar, I’ll be on the next train back east faster than you can blink.”

Walking over, Howard wrapped the robe around the older man. “Were you planning on going somewhere?”

“Yes, I’d like to see my grandson.” replied Hiriam. “Thank you for helping him. You’re a very skilled physician. Not many in your profession would have chanced operating in the open like that.”

“That’s very kind of you to say, Mr. Thomson. Sometimes we have no choice in how things are done. A strong will to live and luck are the main reasons Heath is still with us.” stated Howard. “He’s resting but I’ll take you to his room for a little while. You need to rest also.”

Hiriam walked beside Dr. Merar to the next room. Entering, he was greeted by Mrs. Barkley who was sitting at Heath’s bedside reading from a book. Walking over, he held his grandson’s hand and took in the peaceful, resting face.

Howard brought another chair over and placed it beside Victoria’s. “Mr. Thomson, ten minutes then back to your room.”

Hiriam winked, “I do think I’ll have a hard time prying myself away from this lovely lady’s company, doctor.”

Chuckling softly, Victoria smiled, “Why thank you, Mr. Thomson. I am sure Howard will have no problem strong arming you back to your room.”

Shaking his finger at her, Howard tsked her, “Victoria, you make me sound more like a warden than a doctor. My reputation will be in shambles. I’ll be back in ten minutes.”

Nodding, Hiriam sat in the chair and smiled, “Has Heath woken yet, Mrs. Barkley?”

“Yes, he wanted to know who stole his clothes.” advised Victoria with a smile. “He was only awake for a few minutes until the laudanum took affect.”

“I was very worried about him.” admitted Hiriam. “He looks a hundred times better than the last time I saw him.”

“Heath is a very strong man, Mr. Thomson. He’ll be back to work before he should be.” stated Victoria. “I’m terribly sorry your trip to Strawberry ended this way.”

Frowning, Hiriam sighed, “Well, it’s my own fault. I should’ve deferred to Heath’s suggestions instead of rushing in. I thought with my heart instead of my head and it could have killed us both.”

Placing a hand on his arm, Victoria said quietly, “From what I understand, no one could have foreseen the events which occurred. Not you or Heath. Please don’t blame yourself, Mr. Thomson. There seems to be enough of that going around already.”

Hiriam’s brown eyes showed his gratitude for her kind words, “I know the past can’t be changed. I just wanted to let loose some old ghosts and perhaps have the opportunity to sit down with Matthew.”

“What are you going to do now?”

“What am I going to do now, Mrs. Barkley?” repeated Hiriam thinking on the question. “When Heath is able, we will have to discuss our futures. I am quite a wealthy man and Heath’s my only heir. He stands to inherit everything. This is what we’ll be discussing.”

Victoria and Hiriam stood up as they heard a soft voice from the bed, “I don’t want any of it, Hiriam. Go back to Virginia.”

Hiriam’s face was puzzled and he glanced at Victoria, “Mrs. Barkley, may I have a moment of privacy with Heath?”

“Certainly.” said Victoria leaned over and kissed her blonde son’s cheek. “Nick and Jarrod are resting at the hotel. I’ll talk to Dr. Merar about another dose of laudanum.”

“Ahhh, Mother.” groaned Heath at the thought of the pain killer. “I’m okay.”

“Humor me.” smiled Victoria gently. “I’ll be right outside sweetheart.”

Waiting until Victoria left the room, Hiriam asked quietly, “Heath, you are my only living relative. You’re entitled to everything.”

Looking away from the older man, Heath closed his eyes, “I think it’d be best if you went back east. There’s no reason for you to be here now.”

Snorting, Hiriam anger could not be kept out of his voice, “I believe that is for me to determine, Heath. I thought we came to an understanding about building a base together on the trail to Strawberry.”

“Go home, Hiriam.” growled Heath turning to look into the brown eyes.

Chapter 25

Angered brown eyes pierced the pain filled blue eyes, both men kept their gazes locked, unwilling to look away. The blue eyes reflected surprise when a chuckle escaped from the owner of the brown eyes.

“Thank you, Heath.”

“What are you thanking me for? Killing your son and your quest for answers?” asked Heath incredulously.

Perching himself on the edge of the bed, Hiriam shook his head. “No, for again trying to protect me.”

Heath felt confusion mix in with pain and his hand reached up to rub his eyes. His voice was strained and exhausted, “You don’t understand, Hiriam.”

Taking a hold of Heath’s right hand, Hiriam squeezed it gently, his brown eyes were pleading, “You are correct. I don’t understand everything going through your mind at this very moment, Heath. What I do understand is you had no choice except to protect us in Strawberry. I made a grievous error and placed you in that position. It was my lack of patience which set the wheels in motion.”

“I could have wounded him, Hiriam. I could have…” Heath’s words stopped by his grandfather’s denial in the form of a shaking head.

“Isn’t a wounded animal much more dangerous, Heath?” inquired Hiriam softly. His brown eyes filled with sadness and his voice trembled.

“What are you saying?” asked Heath, his voice stunned.

“I had a lot of hopes pinned on seeing my son again. As one ages, they want to hold their family close to them and savor the memories.” paused Hiriam for a few moments, his eyes looking far into the past.

“I remember Matthew as a child, just like it was yesterday. When I sent him away, he was ten years old and had a mean streak in him. Even at that young age, he treated Leah like a second class citizen. The consequence of punishment was no deterrent. I failed as a parent miserably. Then to have sent him away after his mother’s death, well, if I had kept him by my side, perhaps, I could have loved that character flaw out of him.”

“I’m a foolish old man who wanted so much to believe his son would be a man young boys could look up to. A man who prided himself on the contributions he willingly gave to his family, friends and community. It was a dream. I knew the reality but wasn’t capable of accepting it.”

The sadness and turmoil in the brown eyes shivered Heath’s very soul. “There’s nothing foolish about it Hiriam. Everyone should have dreams. Everyone.”

Smiling slightly, Hiriam gave his grandson’s hand a gentle squeeze, “What are your dreams, Heath? Lots of children? What are they? Will you share them with me?”

Sighing, Heath nodded and tried to sit up in the bed. His movement sending a wave of pain through him. Hiriam pushed him tenderly back onto the bed with a firm hand.

“Dr. Merar will skin me alive if you open your stitches.” teased Hiriam.

Waiting until the waves receded, Heath smiled as Hiriam wiped the sweat from his forehead. Looking into the brown eyes, his voice was quiet, “Until I quit the marshal service, I never dared to dream.”

“Why not?” queried Hiriam softly.

“The work’s dangerous and lonely. I was good at it and thought I’d be doing it forever. I wouldn’t allow myself to dream of any future with a wife or children.”

“Then you found your father’s family?”

A wide smile flashed on Heath’s pale face, “They found me actually. I came to town toting the man who had killed their father. I didn’t know he was my father, too. Anyway, things happened and I was injured badly. In fact, I laid in this same room quite a long time wondering if I’d walk again or not.”

“I eventually left the marshal service to become a rancher. It’s taken a few months, but I have found that I’m daring to dream.”

“Of what, Heath?”

“I’m having dreams of inner peace, grandfather. Dreams of inner peace.” replied Heath, his voice weakening in volume from the lengthy conversation which was taxing his strength.

“Finding the family and living with them, it can’t really be described. They have given so much to me, not in terms of money. I don’t care about money, but in terms of love, acceptance. They’ve given me the chance to dream again.”

Smiling, Hiriam nodded, “I can see the love for you in their eyes, Heath and in your eyes, the same sparkles.”

Pulling the blanket up, Hiriam sighed, “I want you to rest now. I’m surprised Dr. Merar hasn’t pulled me out of this room by my ears yet.”

Chuckling softly, Heath winced at the pain he caused himself. “Ouch, don’t make me laugh, grandfather.”

Smiling at the title bestowed upon him, Hiriam sat in the chair and watched the lids close over the sapphire eyes. Heath’s even breathing could be heard through the room.

Hiriam’s voice was soft, “I may have lost my son, but like the Barkleys, I have found you Heath and my heart is overflowing with love again.”

Chapter 26

Sheila Pierson walked down the boardwalk of Stockton. Her beautiful face smiled as she greeted the citizens she met. Inwardly, she was seething with fury at the news Hiriam Thomson and his grandson were still alive. Blake relayed the lack of opportunity presented to him and the other two men. He calmly stated there was still time and nothing had changed.

Her thoughts darkened severely when she thought of Ted Folcom. He was becoming a weak link in their chain and would need to be dealt with soon. Reaching the building which housed the office of Dr. Merar, Sheila knocked and stared at the man who opened the door, his marshal badge displayed proudly on his chest.

“I’d like to see Hiriam Thomson, please.” stated Sheila.

“Sure, come on in.” smiled Jack. “Dr. and Mrs. Merar were busy so I answered the door, miss. They’ll be right out.”

Entering the waiting room, Sheila sat daintily on the sofa and glanced around the small waiting room. “I didn’t know Stockton had a marshal.”

Shaking his head, Jack replied, “They don’t. I’m on, well, a working vacation. Stopped by to visit an old friend.”

“Heath Thomson was a former marshal. Are you visiting him?” queried Sheila innocently.

“Sure am and he was one of the best, too.” said Jack, his eyes shining. “Miss, please excuse my manners. I am Jack Larkin.”

Shaking the extended hand gently, Sheila smiled, “I’m Sheila Pierson. Mr. Thomson’s secretary, Mr. Larkin. Pleasure to meet you.”

The outside door burst open and Nick strode in the room. His hazel eyes looked at Jack, suspicion clearly marked in them. His progress towards Heath’s former boss was stopped at sight of the woman seated on the couch.

“Morning, ma’am.” stated Nick nodding his head in greeting. Moving to stand in front of the marshal, Nick shook the hand extended in friendship.

“Hi, Nick.”

“Jack.” mumbled Nick, his fists resting on this slim hips.

Seeing the stance of the formidable Barkley, Jack sighed and reclined against the wall, waiting for the inquisition he knew was forthcoming. Inwardly, he smiled at the sight of the large man giving off the protective vibes. Protectiveness for his new little brother, the man who worked and breathed by his side on the Barkley ranch.

“What are you doing in Stockton?” asked Nick quietly. “You’re not trying to steal my brother are you? Cause if you think that’s gonna happen, you better start relooking at the cards you hold in your hand.”

Wiping his face to hide the smile that crossed his lips, Jack replied, “Would I do something like that, Nick?”

Raising an eyebrow, the hazel eyes burned into the eyes of his little brother’s former boss.

“Nick, you know no one can make Heath do what he doesn’t want to do.” chided Jack, surprised at the wounded look which flashed in the hazel eyes. The large man’s hands fell down to the side and he closed his eyes briefly.

Jack replied quickly, “I’m kidding, Nick. I’m just passing through and wanted to see how Heath was doing. That’s all.”

Nodding, Nick smiled slightly, “Good. I’d hate to have to run you off the ranch, you being a lawman and all.”

Clapping Nick on the shoulder, Jack smiled, “Dr. Merar’s gonna get me when he’s done looking at Heath. Why don’t you go in first?”

“Thanks, Jack.” mumbled Nick, his brow furrowed in thought. “I gotta talk to him.”

The men stood beside each other and talked sparingly, both deep with their own thoughts. Jack wondered about the wounded look in the strong man’s eyes. Something had happened to put that look there. Jack knew it had to do with Heath’s trip to Strawberry and how Nick had been tormented about Jed Parker’s relationship to Matt Simmons.

Nick stood beside Jack Larkin, his stomach twisted in knots, growing tighter and tighter overnight. He'd been unable to sleep, his dreams kept relaying a different outcome to what occurred in Strawberry. The outcome changing from Heath’s recovery to his death. The dreams frightening the larger man, he was afraid to shut his eyes and stayed up in the room going over what happened.

The inner door opened and Howard Merar smiled at the full waiting room. Walking over to the woman, he stopped by the men. “Nick and Jack, Heath is awake if you wanna go in for a little while.”

Looking at Nick hesitating, Jack pulled on his arm, “Go on, Nick. You look like you need to talk to Heath more than I do right now.”

“Thanks, Jack.”

Walking into the inner hallway, Nick took a deep breath and entered the room. Heath looked up and grinned at the sight of his big brother, his grin turning quickly to a frown. The circles under Nick’s eyes, plain for the blonde to see.

“Boy howdy, Nick. You look like something the cat drug in. You want me to have Dr. Merar reserve a room for you?”

Shaking his head, Nick sat on the bed. “How you feeling, Heath?”

“I’m okay.” replied Heath automatically even though his belly felt like Charger had stepped on it. “What’s wrong, Nick?”

“Who said anything’s wrong?” gruffed Nick his gaze falling onto the white bandage around his brother’s middle.

“Nick?” inquired Heath softly after several minutes of quiet from the large man. “What is it?”

“Damn, it’s all my fault, Heath. It was my idea you go to your uncle with your grandfather. I’m sorry, Heath. I know saying sorry doesn’t make up for it, but I don’t know what else to do or say.” admitted Nick, his voice trembling with unchecked emotion.

“Nick, I’d have gone anyway. You don’t have anything to be sorry for. Nothing.” stated Heath firmly. “Nick, look at me!”

The hazel eyes slowly raised into the blue ones. Heath saw the anguish there and grabbed a hold of the larger man’s hand.

“Until that day, I had no idea Uncle Matt knew the Parker’s. Not one! I was on their trail for months and I missed it, Nick. The marshal sworn to protect the citizens, missed what was in front of his face.” informed Heath quietly. “Uncle Matt was not a good person. He never had a decent bone in his body. I don’t know how someone could ever do such a horrid thing to their own sister.”

Looking away, Heath closed his eyes to stop the tears from spilling out. His shoulders shook with the strong emotions, his heart pounded in his chest.

Nick pulled the shaking man to his chest and held on tightly. Heath welcomed the strength, the comfort offered by his brother, and ignored the flaring pain from the movement.

“Nick, I can’t tell grandfather. He can’t know what Matt did. It’s horrible enough as it is, I can’t put him through the rest of the truth.” whispered Heath.

Patting Heath’s back, Nick nodded, “Okay, we won’t tell him any more than he knows right now. I’ll talk to Mother and Jarrod about it, too. ”

“Good. Now, promise me, Nicholas Barkley. Promise me, you will stop feeling guilty. It’s not your fault either.” stated Heath, pulling back and looking deeply into the hazel eyes.

“As long as you promise me the same thing and don’t call me Nicholas.” teased Nick with a slight grin.

Snorting, Heath rolled his eyes, “There’s lots of other things I can think of to call ya’ but for now I’ll settle for Nick.”

Chuckling, Nick’s eyes narrowed at the twinge of pain which showed quickly in Heath’s pale face. “Time for more laudanum and a long nap, little brother.”

Heath groaned and urged, “Nick, get me outta this place. I hate taking that stuff.”

An evil smile spread across the tanned face and Heath frowned, “Only if you tell me all about how Melinda Rankin came to be the person who cut your hair, little brother. Spill the beans and then I’ll see what I can do.”

Glaring at Nick, Heath snapped, “Forget it! Just give me some laudanum, twit brain.”

Laughing, Nick patted the pale cheek and smiled, “I’ll be right back with the medicine.”

Heath’s eyes lit up with happiness as Nick’s laughter followed him out of the room, narrowing at the sight of Dr. Merar with a brown bottle and a spoon.

Chapter 27

Ted Folcom breathed a sigh of relief when Sheila and the other men left him alone in the house. The fury on Sheila’s face when she learned of the two still alive caused a chill to fill his body. Now, he wondered why he’d never seen the true her before. Sheila was a master at keeping herself hidden behind her beautiful mask.

Ted knew he was the weak link of the four. He couldn’t go through with it, he couldn’t condone the pending murders. He had to find the will and take away the reason for the violence.

Entering the small bedroom Sheila occupied, Ted closed the door behind him and started with the dresser on the left side of the room. Unsure of how much time he’d have to conduct his search, he rapidly went through the most obvious places. The dresser, nightstand, in between the mattresses, behind pictures on the wall. He came up empty-handed.

Frowning, he slowed his breathing and examined each piece of furniture carefully. Taking out the drawers, he examined bottoms of the pieces of wood. He examined the backs of the furniture and still nothing. Sitting on the bed, he looked around the room slowly and his eyes stopped on the carpet bags in the closet.

Gathering up the three bags, he felt around in the insides. They were all empty. Walking to the window, he held the bags towards the sunlight streaming in and smiled when he saw in the last bag a resewn seam. Tearing at the seam, he pulled out a paper. Opening it, his heart pounded wildly at the sight of the forged will. Taking a match from his pocket, he struck it on the window will and the flame hungrily climbed the piece of paper.

Dropping the paper onto the wooden floor when it threatened to burn his fingers, a crazed shriek greeted him from the opened door.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” screamed Sheila running over and pushing him out of the way, staring at the pile of ashes. “YOU DESTROYED IT!”

“I’m righting a wrong.” replied Ted calmly. “I never should’ve gotten involved with this. I’m going home, back to Virginia where I belong.”

Sheila stared at Ted in disbelief. “You’re giving up our chance for wealth. Just like that.”

Snorting, Ted snapped, “You used me! This is what you wanted, not me! After I tell Hiriam everything, he won’t have to worry about you!”

Heading to the door, Ted cried out in pain and fell to the floor. His back was on fire and his arms sought to dislodge the offending item stuck between his shoulder blades.

“You bitch!” Ted gasped looking up at the face which only a while ago completely enthralled him, the evilness under the façade plain for his startled eyes to see. His life was seeping out of his body and she was smiling when she knelt down in front of him.

“The only thing I regret is you weren’t as good a lover as Blake.” smirked Sheila watching the eyes widen with disgust and anger. “You haven’t stopped anything, just delayed it.”

Her own eyes bulged out at his sudden burst of adrenaline when his hand wrapped around her neck, pulled her closer and squeezed. Sheila clawed at his wrist trying to dislodge his hold. Frantic, she reached around, grabbed the knife and replunged it again. The hold on her neck loosened and she fell backwards to the floor. Ted struggled to his knees, falling forward onto the floor and his eyes lay open, unseeing as death dragged his soul away.

Gasping for air, Sheila stared into the dead eyes. The blood had pooled under his body, spreading across the floor. Her hands shook when she climbed to her feet and grabbed some towels from the water closet. Using the towels, she wiped the blood. Opening a blanket, she placed it over the body cutting off the staring eyes’ view of her. Her dress was covered in blood and she changed quickly.

Two hours later when Blake arrived at the house, Sheila was sitting calmly at the table. Under the cover of darkness that night, Ted Folcom was taken from the house and buried in a shallow grave in the grove of trees on the edge of the property.

Returning to the house, Blake grabbed Sheila and pushed her up against the wall. Holding her head still by grabbing her hair, he punished the pleasurable sweet red lips beckoning him, igniting an animalistic response in both of them with his roughness. Lifting her skirt with his hands, she growled with desire and unhooked his belt, her mouth teasing and urging him on. Wrapping her legs around him, she gasped and relished in the wildness of their actions which ended in the living room.

Afterwards, Blake kissed her sensually and whispered, “Don’t ever think you can take care of me as easily as you took care of Folcom, my dear. I’ll cut your black heart out myself.”

Looking into the dark eyes, Sheila ran her tongue over his lips and whispered, “Don’t give me a reason and you won’t have to worry.”

Laughing, he pushed her onto her back and pinned her beneath him. His hand sought her pleasure points, rising the savagery in both of them again.

Later, the two people with matched hearts and souls of evil, planned, discarded and finally agreed on the only plan which would be the one to bring them the riches they drooled after.

Chapter 28

The medicinal haze lifted slowly and Heath turned his head. He fought to open his eyes and a small moan escaped when he moved in the bed.

“Damn.” he growled softly from the pain, his eyes startled open by the giggle he heard form the side of the bed. Melinda’s smiling face, framed by her strawberry blonde hair, greeted him.

“Sorry, Melinda.” apologized Heath.

“It’s okay, Heath.” assured Melinda. “I wanted to stop by and see how you’re doing.”

Gingerly pushing himself up, Heath sighed, “I’m fine.”

Raising an eyebrow at him, Melinda snickered, “Sure you are. You look about as fine as an old slipper.”

Chuckling, Heath ran a hand over his face, “That bad, huh?”

A speculative green eye ran over the strained, pale whiskered face and winked. “Maybe not that bad. At least not as bad as when they carried you in three days ago.”

Looking at her in surprise, Heath asked, “You were here when they brought me in? Were you sick?”

“No, Timmy had to see the doctor. He cut his hand on some metal.” explained Melinda.

“Is he okay?” queried Heath.

“He’s fine, especially since your brother Nick said maybe you’d get him a real marshal’s badge. He was trying to cut a badge out of metal when he hurt his hand.” smiled Melinda watching the sapphire eyes turn from concerned to pained in a matter of seconds. “Heath?”

“I, uh, I don’t think it’s a good idea for Timmy to, well, to.” paused Heath searching for the words, his fingers playing with the blanket. Shaking his head in frustration, he sighed deeply and ran his fingers through his hair.

“Melinda, being a marshal isn’t, well, it’s not a glamorous profession. I don’t want Timmy to fill his head with a bunch of nonsense and think it is.”

Frowning, she thought over his words, sat on the side of the bed and smiled, “Heath, Timmy looks up to you as a man. He’s only eight and before he’s grown he’ll have lots of things that he’ll want to be when he’s older. I understand what you’re trying to say. I appreciate your concerns but if I was you I wouldn’t dwell on them too much.”

“You think he’ll change his mind and find another person to look up to?” asked Heath.

“Kids are always changing their minds about what they want to be when they grow up. Before he met you, he wanted to be a grocery clerk.”

Heath winced, unable to keep his pain causing laughter in check and held his side as his words came out in gasps, “Grocery..clerk! Who’d..wanna..be..that?”

“Heath, stop laughing. You’re turning more pale.” ordered Melinda biting her lip to stop her own amusement from escaping. “Stop it now. Dr. Merar’s going to be mad at me.”

Heath’s head lay back against the pillows, taking slow breaths and his blue eyes sparkled with merriment, “Natural progression in jobs. Grocery clerk to marshal.”

Howard and Victoria stood in the open doorway, smiling at the two adults striving to keep their outbursts of laughter in check. Melinda’s shoulders were shaking and Heath held his side, wincing and gasping in pain each time a chuckle escaped.

Howard started to move forward and Victoria pulled him out of the room into the hallway with a shake of her head. Victoria smiled and whispered, “Let’s wait a while, Howard. Let’s give them ten more minutes.”

Agreeing the two old friends went into the kitchen for a cup of coffee. Victoria drank her coffee, deep in thought. This was the first time she’d seen Heath enjoy time with a woman since he quit the marshal service and came to take his place at the ranch. She knew he unconsciously kept any woman he’d met at arm’s length, a habit formed in him through his years of service with the marshal service.

Wiping her tears, Melinda squeezed Heath’s hand. “I’m sorry, Heath.”

“For what?” asked Heath, his other hand wiping the sweat from his forehead.

“Causing you more pain.” explained Melinda sadly.

Reaching up, Heath caressed her cheek and smiled gently, “I didn’t feel a thing except happiness when I opened my eyes and saw you, Melinda.”

The red blush swept across her pretty face and Heath gazed into her sparkling green eyes.

“What a lovely thing to say, Heath.” smiled Melinda shyly finding her voice again. “For those kinds words, maybe I’ll invite you to a picnic again.”

“I’d be honored.” replied Heath sincerely, his hand squeezing hers softly.

His eyes were drawn away from her and to the doorway when Dr. Merar entered, his face turning solemn at the paleness gracing Heath’s face.

Smirking, Heath winked and whispered, “Oh, oh. Dr. Merar doesn’t look happy. You’re in trouble.”

Shaking a finger at him, Melinda whispered back, “You started it, Heath Thomson!”

Howard shook his head, “Excuse me, Mrs. Rankin while I deal with my disobedient patient.”

Smiling, Melinda nodded and gave the large hand a small squeeze. “Certainly Dr. Merar. I have to leave to pick up the children anyway. I’ll try to stop by before you go home, Heath.”

“Okay. Thanks Melinda.” grinned Heath watching her leave the room. A startled gasp left his throat. “Ouch! DOC!”

“Now, young man didn’t I tell you no excitement for at least two weeks.” admonished Howard as he examined the wound and incision.

“Sorry, doc.” mumbled Heath ignoring the other words of the physician, his thoughts on Melinda and the Sunday picnic they had enjoyed.

“Heath, did you hear anything I’ve told you?” inquired Howard annoyed at the patient’s wandering mind.

“Ahhh, no riding for two weeks, right?” stammered Heath, his face crimson under the scrutiny of Dr. Merar. “No excitement either, right?”

Shaking his head, Howard suppressed the smile threatening to escape. “When Nick or Jarrod arrive, we’ll see about getting you on your feet.”

“Great! I can go home today?” asked Heath hopeful.

“Not today, but soon.” admitted Howard. “How about if I move your grandfather in this room to keep you company?”

Nodding, Heath asked “Does that mean I don’t have to take any more laudanum? No reason to have a roommate if I’m gonna be knocked out.”

Covering the damaged right side with a new bandage, Howard smiled, “I’ll agree to no laudanum if you agree to resting, Heath. You have to rebuild your strength, the blood you lost will cause you to tire quickly. Deal?”

“Deal, Dr. Merar.” replied Heath flashing a lop-sided grin to the physician and winking, “Thanks again for saving my bacon.”

“My pleasure, but let’s not make a habit of it, okay?” teased Howard.

Chapter 29

Hiriam watched from a chair while Dr. Merar and Jack Larkin helped Heath onto his feet. The men caught his weight and held him upright when vertigo set in. Closing his eyes to fight the sudden wave of lightheadedness, Heath took several breaths and flashed a weak grin after he opened his eyes.

“Talk about a head rush.” muttered Heath winking. “Thought I had drank a whole bottle of scotch there for a minute.”

Jack laughed and the men walked Heath over to the other chair. Heath carefully sat down, the five foot walk exhausting him, leaving his body shaking.

Howard patted his patient’s shoulder, “I’ll be back in later to check on you two.”

Jack grabbed another chair and sat in front of the two men. Heath shook the extended hand and smiled widely, “Nice to see ya’ Jack. Have you met my grandfather, Hiriam Thomson?”

“Not formally.” smiled Jack taking Hiriam’s hand. “Pleasure.”

“You too, Marshal Larkin.” nodded Hiriam.

“Heath, I wired the sheriff over in Pine Crest, uh, about what happened in Strawberry. He wired back and asked me to take your statements for him.” stated Jack. “I’ll drop them off on the way back to Ely.”

Jack grabbed some paper and wrote as the two men explained the events which occurred during their brief time in the hotel. Finishing the documents, Jack waited as they read the words to verify nothing had been omitted.

“Heath, were there any witnesses other than your aunt?” asked Jack.

Opening his mouth to say no, Heath’s eyes flashed the scene before him and he paused. His subconscious was telling him something, pointing something out to him but it wouldn’t come to the forefront of his memory.

Hiriam glanced at Jack who was also witnessing the far off look in the blonde’s eyes.

“Heath?” whispered Jack quietly. “What is it?”

“Something, I, I’m not sure.” replied Heath in a low voice, which sounded foreign to his own ears. “I’m missing something. I can feel it inside, but what, I don’t know.”

Shaking his head, Heath smiled warily, “Sorry, Jack. I just got a feeling, is all.”

Sitting back in his chair, Jack nodded, “You think on it. Working with you all these years, I know those ‘feelings’ you get are usually as solid as oak.”

“Hey, you’re out of bed!” exclaimed Nick walking into the room, startling the other three men and smiling widely. “Great, we got a lot of fences that need mending, boy!”

Heath rolled his eyes and smirked, “Sorry, Nick. Doc said no work for awhile, maybe a month.”

“A MONTH?” shouted Nick. “You’re gonna lay around for a whole month?”

Winking at Hiriam and Jack, Heath grinned, “No, I’ll be sleeping in, reading, fishing. You know, difficult chores like that.”

“If you’re not careful, you’ll turn into Jarrod, little brother.” teased Nick loudly.

“And what would be wrong with that?” asked Jarrod firmly strolling in the room as the others enjoyed a chuckle at his expense. “Brother Heath, how are we this fine day?”

“Ready to go home, Jarrod.” stated Heath with a sly grin. “Certainly a fine lawyer such as yourself could spring me from this place.”

“Sorry, brother. I think I was sick the day they discussed springing recovering patients from hospitals.” replied Jarrod seriously.

Nick laughed and clapped him on the back, “Good thing we got a lawyer with a fine education in our family, huh, Heath?”

Chuckling, Heath held his side and winced, “Yeah, lucky for us.”

Jarrod glared at his two brothers and tried to hide his amusement. “I’ll be over there conversing with Hiriam. At least he’s not jaded like you two.”

Heath and Nick burst out laughing as Jarrod strode by them with his chin raised in the air. Jack and Hiriam smiled, shaking their heads at the word duels between the brothers. Heath was definitely one of them.

Handing Heath a pen, he waited til the blonde stopped laughing and could sign his name to the document. Hiriam signed his and handed the paper back.

“Heath, I have to be going.” stated Jack kneeling by the chair at Heath’s wave of his hand. Leaning forward, he nodded and looked puzzled by the words whispered in his ear.

Nick strained to hear what Heath was whispering without being obvious. Jack smiled and rose with a ‘I’ll be right back’ comment before heading out the door. Nick stared at Heath, waiting impatiently for the explanation. Heath cocked an eyebrow at him and smirked, not about to give Nick what he was looking for.

Jack re-entered the room and shook hands with Heath. “I’ll let you know what the sheriff in Pine Crest says. Take care of yourself, boy.”

“I will and thanks Jack.” grinned Heath closing his hand.

Saying his goodbye to the others in the room, Jack smiled and nodded to Sheila Pierson as she entered the room. Nick glanced up and grinned, “Good afternoon, Miss Pierson.”

“Mr. Barkley.” smiled Sheila walking over to Hiriam’s chair. “You are looking better this afternoon, Mr. Thomson.”

Patting her hand, Hiriam smiled, “Thank you, Sheila. Where is Ted?”

Nick brought the chair over Jack had vacated and positioned it by Hiriam, receiving a warm smile as thanks.

“Mr. Thomson, Ted received a wire this morning. His mother is quite ill and he had to leave very suddenly. Ted wanted to see you himself, but he’d have missed the train and I persuaded him to leave. I knew you would understand about his family crisis, sir.” explained Sheila aware all the others in the room were listening to every spoken word.

Hiriam sighed, “You did the right thing, Sheila. I hope his mother is going to be all right. That’s terrible.”

“Yes it is, sir.” agreed Sheila, her eyes shifting and catching the sapphire blue ones of the man sitting in the other chair for a moment.

Heath looked into the chocolate colored eyes and his gut instincts kicked in before the eyes moved away to the hazel eyes of his brother. A frown creased across his face unseen by all except Jarrod’s keen blue eyes.

Jarrod walked over and knelt by Heath’s chair, his voice low and full of concern, “You okay, Heath?”

“Jarrod, will you help me back into bed?” asked Heath quietly, his side drumming ferociously.

“Sure.” smiled Jarrod assisting Heath after he climbed to his feet, staying by his side until they reached the bed unnoticed by the other three people in the room.

“Thanks. Jarrod, you ever been in a house of mirrors?” asked Heath quietly.

“No, why?”

Shrugging, Heath sighed, “Just wondering is all.”

Jarrod put his hand on his little brother’s arm and squeezed, “Heath, you never just wonder about something. You’re a fact person.”

Smiling slightly, Heath nodded, “Except for those times when a little voice tells me something’s not right in Demarck, I am. I get the feeling this is one of those times.”

Jarrod’s puzzlement couldn’t be kept out of his blue eyes, any further conversation was stymied by Dr. Merar’s return into the room and his prompt removal of the visitors to ensure his patients’ received their required rest.

Chapter 30

Two days later, Nick and Victoria arrived at the office of Dr. Merar to bring home Heath and his grandfather. At Heath’s request, Victoria extended an invitation to Hiriam to complete his recovery at their ranch allowing him the opportunity of time with his grandson. Hiriam readily agreed, anxious to further cement their relationship.

“Marshal!” exclaimed Timmy, his small voice loaded with excitement as he ran into the room and up to the large man with his mother and sister following behind. Heath knelt down gingerly to be at eye level with the young boy, his face held a look of surprise and wonderment when the small boy wrapped his arms around his neck.

“I’m so happy you’re okay.” stated Timmy holding on tightly, sobs wracking his small frame.

“Whoa, there.” stated Heath patting the young boy’s back, his tone soothing and consoling. “I’m fine, Timmy. Just fine. Don’t be upset.”

By Victoria, Melinda stood with Megan who was squirming in her mother’s arms, ”SHAL! SHAL!”

Nick and Hiriam grinned widely when the two year old’s feet hit the floor running and ran over to claim her hug. Timmy stepped back and wiped his eyes, letting his little sister take over his spot.

Megan jumped into the strong arms and planted a wet kiss on the clean shaven face. Heath’s laughter mirrored the look in his eyes at the children’s unhidden feelings.

Looking at Melinda and his mother, Heath winked. “Boy howdy, three beautiful women in the same room.”

Nick rolled his eyes and snorted, “Come on, Romeo. Let’s get you home.”

Heath laughed, reached into his shirt pocket and placed a green hair ribbon in the chubby little hands. “This is from Mr. Barkley, Megan. He’s that big teddy bear standing over there.”

Megan’s face lit up with a wide smile, she ran to the man Shal pointed to and held up her arms. Nick’s face turned crimson and he glared at his grinning little brother. Megan’s lower lip started to tremble from the lack of response to her upraised arms. Reaching down, Nick picked up the small child, his face relaying his fear, afraid he’d hurt her.

“Hey, don’t cry now, little Megan.” stammered Nick seeing the green eyes fill with tears. Patting her awkwardly on the back, Nick blushed when she laid her head on his shoulder, “tank yu.”

The hazel eyes glanced over into the sapphire eyes, the look in them clearly letting his little brother know he was in for it later. Clearing his throat, Nick motioned with his head, “We’ll meet you outside at the surrey.”

Sheila Pierson stood in the doorway interested in the interactions before her. Hiriam saw her and made his way over, taking her arm he followed Nick and Megan’s footsteps outside.

“Timmy, I have something for you too.” said Heath quietly, enjoying the brown eyed look of excitement. Pulling his hand out of his pocket, Heath pinned the badge on the small chest.

“This badge carries a lot of responsibility with it, Timmy. Whoever wears it has to be strong, caring, help other people and work hard. If you think you can do all those things, then you wear this badge proudly.”

Listening carefully, Timmy nodded and stated firmly, “I can do that Marshal. I can!”

Chuckling, Heath squeezed the young boy’s shoulder, “I know you can, Timmy.”

Victoria walked over and took the youngster’s hand, “Timmy, would you escort me outside, please?”

“Sure, Mrs. Barkley.” replied Timmy, straightening his shoulders and leading the grand lady from the room.

Heath stood up slowly and smiled nervously, “I’m sorry, Melinda. I probably should’ve asked you first before I gave the kids presents.”

Walking over, Melinda shook her head, “It was very kind of you to think of them, Heath. Timmy’s been so worried about you. I think he didn’t believe me when I said you were going to be okay. He needed to see you for himself.”

Relieved, Heath squeezed her hand, “I’m glad you brought them. They do lighten up a room, don’t they? Did you see Nick’s face when he picked up Megan?”

Laughing together, Melinda’s eyes sparkled, “I think he thought she was made of porcelain, like a child’s doll.”

Heath chuckled and stared into the green eyes which haunted his dreams. His hand reached up and caressed her cheek tenderly with his thumb. His heart was beating out of control in his chest, exploding with the new emotion which at first frightened him, but now, he’d come to welcome with each thought of her.

Melinda held his hand to her face and smiled, her limbs trembling from the soft touch on her face. Overwhelmed with emotion, Heath stepped closer and brushed his lips across hers.

His hand cupped her chin and he claimed her lips in a gentle, lingering kiss. Regretfully breaking off his hold on her responsive lips, both took shallow breaths to strive for control.

“Boy howdy.” whispered Melinda softly, her green eyes twinkling. Heath smiled and wrapped her into a hug, relishing in the smell of lavender in her hair.

Sighing deeply, Heath whispered in her ear, “Yeah, boy howdy is right.”

“HEATH!” shouted Nick from the waiting room, his impatience clearly reflecting in his boisterous voice.

Heath stepped back and shook his head, “Some days, I’m almost hoping he gets laryngitis.”

Nick cocked his head as the two giggling people came out of the room, the look in both their eyes caused him to catch his breath. ‘That boy is a goner, for sure.’ thought Nick with a smirk.

“You ready, Nick?” teased Heath as Melinda giggled and squeezed his arm.

“We’ve all been ready for an hour. Just waiting on you, old man.” retorted Nick holding the door open. “I promised Megan we’d go riding when we got to the ranch.”

Stopping, Melinda replied, “Nick, we’re not coming to the ranch with you.”

Nick’s confusion clearly showed on his face, “I thought you were. I can’t tell her now we’re not going riding. It’d break her little heart!”

“Melinda, do you have to work today?” asked Heath.

“No, Mrs. Collins didn’t have any orders this week.” stated Melinda.

Heath’s eyes broadcast his hopefulness, “Well, can’t you come out to the ranch for a little while? A couple days? We have plenty of room.”

Victoria clasped the other woman’s hand and urged, “I’d love to have you and the children spend time at the ranch, Mrs. Rankin. I think they’d really enjoy it.”

“This is so unexpected. I’d need to stop at the house to get some things.” hesitated Melinda.

“Great. It’s all settled then!” announced Nick happily taking away any further hesitation, walking over to Coco. “Climb aboard, we’ll stop on the way.”

Sheila Pierson stood on the boardwalk watching as the group made their way down the street and out of her sight. Turning sharply, she stalked to the house on the edge of town, flinging the door open with a scream of anger.

Barrett and Blake jumped to their feet startled at her outburst, “Hiriam is sending me back east! He handed me a train ticket today!”

Chapter 31

Nick shook his head in wonder at the continuous stream of questions Timmy Rankin was asking on the way to the ranch. The boy’s eyes were opened wide at the scenery around them outside the town of Stockton.

Driving the surrey, Heath patiently answered all the questions directed at him from the small boy sitting between himself and his Mother. Melinda held a napping Megan in her lap and conversed quietly with Hiriam in the back seat of the surrey.

Victoria smiled at the patience her blonde son exhibited, no question too difficult to answer or too ridiculous, the same way his Father was when his siblings were younger. Glancing at Nick riding beside the surrey, he rewarded her with a wink and a wide grin.

The questions from the small boy ceased when the surrey entered the gate and pulled up in front of the mansion. His eyes were wide and his mouth opened in surprise at the size of the house. Heath chuckled softly as he climbed down and started to lift Timmy out of the surrey while Hiriam assisted Victoria.

“Heath! Put that kid down!” growled Nick, pushing Heath’s hands to the side and lifting Timmy out of the surrey. “You know what Dr. Merar said.”

“For pete’s sake Nick! I’m not an invalid!” retorted Heath. “I’m fine.”

Rolling his eyes, Nick snorted, “Sure you are, Mr. Cantankerous!”

Nick gently took the sleeping Megan from Melinda’s arms and held her to his chest. Looking at Heath, he whispered, “You can help Mrs. Rankin down, no lifting! Come on, Timmy.”

Heath stared at the back of his big brother with a puzzled look on his face. Melinda took the hand he offered and climbed down from the surrey. Walking around the carriage, she stopped and looked up at the mansion which loomed before them.

Glancing at her, Heath smiled and took her hand. Giving her a gentle squeeze of encouragement, he whispered, “I know exactly how you feel. I felt the same way myself the first time I saw it.”

Blushing, her smile was radiant and grateful. Nodding, she returned the squeeze of his hand and allowed Heath to lead her through the oak doors into the foyer. Nick was carrying Megan up the staircase and Timmy was following his every step. Victoria lead Melinda up the stairs to the guest rooms. Audra met them at the landing and enthusiastically greeted the young woman.

Hiriam stood beside Heath and patted his shoulder, “You have a wonderful way with Timmy and Megan, Heath.”

Heath grinned, “It’s easy, they’re both great kids. Full of wonder and happiness.”

Winking, Hiriam teased, “They must get that from their beautiful mother. She looked awfully full of happiness today.”

Heath’s face turned crimson as Nick and Silas came down the stairs. Nick chuckled at his little brother’s red face.

“Hiriam, Silas here will show you to your room.” informed Nick waiting until he was alone with Heath before he turned and threw an arm across the broad shoulders.

Directing Heath outside with him, Nick teased, “While I carry in the bags, you can tell me why you’re face is as red as a beet.”

Pushing Nick to the side, Heath gruffed, “Knock it off, Nick.”

“What?” asked Nick innocently, his hazel eyes betraying his voice. “It was just an innocent question.”

Snorting, Heath reached for a bag and promptly received a slap on his hand.

“Uh, uh little brother. Remember no work for a month.” stated Nick firmly, enjoying the frustration on Heath’s face as each movement towards any resemblance of work was cut off.

“Nick, maybe I was teasing just a bit when doc said a month.” snapped Heath in frustration. “Okay? Now, let’s get these bags into the house.”

“Heath, you mean you don’t wanna be like Jarrod? Sleeping in, reading, fishing, difficult chores like that?” exclaimed Nick in mock horror.

Shaking his head, Heath glared at Nick and grabbed a bag in his left hand, mumbling loudly, “Smart ass brother.”

Laughing loudly, Nick clapped the blonde on the back and grabbed the other bags, his deep voice admonishing Heath as he followed him into the house, “Now, now, Mr. Cantankerous. There’s little ears around. You can’t be using that kind of language.”

Shaking his head, Heath looked back and smirked, “Twit brain.”

After dinner, Audra promptly took over the care of little Megan and Hiriam enticed Timmy into learning checkers. Victoria, Jarrod and Nick shared a smile when Heath escorted Melinda out into the garden beyond the french doors of the study.

The night air was warm and sultry, the moon was full and the stars twinkled brightly in the sky above them as the two walked and enjoyed the fragrance of the garden tickling their noses. Reaching the far end of the garden, Heath sat Melinda down on a bench and leaned against the fence encasing the large garden of flowers.

“Beautiful night.” drawled Heath nervously.

“Yes it is.” smiled Melinda. “Your Mother showed me the gardens this afternoon, they’re beautiful.”

“Yeah. She has a way with plants and stuff.” replied Heath clearing his throat. “Melinda, I, uh, I hope I didn’t upset you this morning.”

“Did I seem upset, Heath?” puzzled Melinda.

Shifting his feet, Heath shook his head, “No, it’s just that, well, the kiss and uh, it, well, it wasn’t planned, I just couldn’t help myself.”

Melinda stood in front of the nervous, stammering cowboy and held his hand, “I know Heath. It’s scary how strong the feelings are for me also.”

Heath admitted, “I wouldn’t want you to feel rushed or anything like that.”

“I enjoyed this morning and the day we spent together. You’re an honorable, gentle man and I thank you for being considerate of my feelings.” assured Melinda, then added with a warm, teasing smile. “I wouldn’t want you to feel rushed into repeating such a kiss though, mind you.”

Smiling widely, Heath caressed the moonlight grazed face. Her green eyes looked bewitching under it’s beams. Running his hands softly up her bare arms, Heath pulled her to him and lowered his mouth to hers, anticipation flowed through both of them. A loud cracking sound and two startled shouts could be heard in the study through the open doors.

“WHAT WAS THAT?” exclaimed Nick rushing out into the garden, stopping at the sight of Heath and Melinda laying on the broken fence, laughing uncontrollably.

“Boy, you’re in so much trouble when Mother sees that fence.” chuckled Nick helping Melinda to her feet. “Did you hurt yourself, Heath?”

“I think I’m fine. Why didn’t you build the fence better, Nick?” groaned Heath from the ground taking hold of Nick’s outstretched hand.

“I’ll have you know Jarrod built that fence.” smirked Nick.

“Are you alright?” queried Victoria receiving nods from the two crimson faced people.

“Yes, we’re fine Mother. I’ll repair the fence tomorrow.” assured Heath brushing off his pants and shirt.

Relieved, Victoria smiled, “I’m just happy you’re both okay.”

Stunned, Nick pointed to the fence, protesting loudly, “Mother, when I broke the other section of this fence three years ago, you weren’t quite so understanding about it.”

Nodding, Victoria agreed, “You are correct Nicholas, however, I doubt Melinda and Heath were trying to catch a stray cat and broke it by jumping into it, after tearing up some of my prize roses, after running around on top of them.”

Heath and Jarrod chuckled at the look on Nick’s face. “Well, it was all Audra’s fault!”

“My fault?” exclaimed Audra, holding Megan in her arms. “What do you mean my fault?”

“You were the one who didn’t want that dumb old cat to be out in the rain.” replied Nick in an exasperated voice. “I was just trying to help out my little sister.”

“Mr. Nick, you can’t say that word.” whispered Timmy loudly, holding onto Hiriam’s hand.

Puzzled, Nick thought over what he said, afraid he’d let a swear word escape in front of the kids, “What word?”

“D-u-m-b.” spelled Timmy seriously. “That’s a bad word and now your mama’s gonna wash your mouth out with soap. And it tastes bad! I know!”

Nick’s crimson expression caused a burst of laughter from the other adults, confusing Timmy.

Looking up at his mother curiously, Timmy stated, “You wash my mouth out with soap, mama, when I say that word.”

“Yes, I do, Timmy.” admitted Melinda. “Mr. Nick is bigger and..”

“Melinda, Timmy is correct.” stated Victoria firmly and grabbed Nick’s hand. “Come along for your punishment, Nicholas.”

Timmy and the others watched, choking on their laughter, as the small petite woman hauled the large, complaining rancher into the house away from the little eyes. Waiting a few minutes, a respectable amount of time for the punishment to be handed out, the others went back into the study leaving Heath and Melinda alone again.

“Boy howdy, Nick’s gonna be mad at me tomorrow.” smiled Heath taking her hand and leading her out of the garden into the velvety darkness of the night.

Stopping beside a tree, Heath pulled her into his arms. His fingers pushed a lock of hair behind her ear, his eyes drank in the sight of her before he kissed her gently. Her arms reached around his neck, his hands moved down her back and held her closer as the kiss deepened.

Breaking the kiss and leaning her head against his chest, Melinda closed her eyes, listening to the palpitation of Heath’s heart. Sighing, she leaned back and glanced up, “It’s time for Timmy and Megan to get ready for bed.”

Smiling, Heath kissed her forehead and held her hand as they walked back towards the house.

“I wonder how Nick liked the taste of soap.” smirked Heath with a wide grin, enjoying the laughter coming from the woman by his side.

Chapter 32

Rising early the next morning, Heath entered the barn to groom Charger and his Modoc.

Waiting for sleep to claim him the night before, he was amazed at the changes in himself over the past year. A year ago, courting a woman, let alone a widow with children, would not have crossed his mind. The fear of deserting them alone in the world would’ve consumed and overwhelmed him.

Shaking his head, Heath realized his heart had been walled in for a long time and only after becoming a rancher had those walls started crumbling. He also knew the unwavering love and support of the family had significantly reduced the walls.

Smiling to himself, he couldn’t forget the feel of Melinda in his arms or get the sound of her laughter out of his head, the warmth in his heart when the children hugged or openly showed their affection. Unconsciously, he whistled an off kilter happy tune as he ran the curry comb over the bay stallion.

Nick stood in the doorway watching Heath groom the horse while lost deep in thought. His movements were still cautious, but the wounds were healing.

The smile on his little brother’s face warmed Nick’s heart. He thought Heath and Melinda seemed so right together and his little brother deserved every bit of rightness he could get from this world. The past couldn’t be changed but his future could be sparkling like diamonds.

Smirking, Nick walked over and leaned on the stable door, “I don’t know why you’re spending so much time currying Charger, Heath. No riding for a week Dr. Merar said.”

Heath continued his whistling until he finished and patted the large stallion on the shoulder, threw the curry comb in the wooden box. Walking over to the stable door Nick opened, he patted both cheeks on the tan face of his older brother.

“No dice, big brother. Nothing you can say is gonna make me unhappy today!” stated Heath with a wide smile walking to the room at the back of the barn and returning with a pile of wood.

“What are you doing with that wood?” queried Nick with a raised eyebrow.

“I’m gonna fix the fence.” replied Heath grabbing a hammer and some nails.

Leaning against a post, Nick crossed his arms and smiled, “So, how did the fence break last night?”

Heath’s expression turned serious and Nick uncrossed his arms, standing up straight in anticipation of the news which could cause such a look of seriousness.

“That is for me to know and you to never know.” replied Heath with a wink before heading out the door.

Nick stared at his brother before rolling his eyes upwards and he rushed out after the blonde almost colliding with Scotty as he entered the barn.

“Sorry, Scotty!” apologized Nick to the bewildered cow puncher, who smiled at one boss chasing the other. “HEY HEATH!”

“Yeah, Nick?” asked Heath dropping the wood outside the fence on the ground.

“Come on, spill it. How’d it happen?” urged Nick.

Taking out the broken section of fence, Heath inquired, “How’d what happen, Nick?”

“Ah, for pete’s sake!” exclaimed Nick flinging his hands into the air. “The broken fence!”

Glancing up for a second, Heath looked back down at what he was doing, “Nick, I haven’t ridden the fence line for over a week. Maybe you should ask one of the crew?”

Squeezing his temples with his right hand, Nick growled, “Now, who’s a smart ass brother!”

“Mr. Nick!” exclaimed a small shocked voice. “That’s another bad word!”

Covering his mouth to stifle his laughter, Heath’s shoulders shook when Nick’s face turned crimson and his shoulders hunched. Slowly turning around, the large man smiled slightly at Timmy holding onto his Mother’s hand.

“Morning, Mother. Morning, Timmy.” greeted Nick quietly, his face a mixture of horror and apprehension. “I got a lot of work to do, see you later, Heath!”

Nick called as he rushed back to the barn.

“Nicholas, when you are done working, we’ll discuss your punishment.” shouted Victoria to the quick disappearing back.

No longer able to contain his laughter, Heath burst out laughing, holding his side and wiping his tears.

Timmy looked up at Victoria and puzzled, “What’s so funny, Mrs. Barkley?”

Patting his small back, Victoria smiled, “I think Mr. Heath found something to tickle his funny bone.”

Walking over to his idol, Timmy asked, “What tickled your funny bone, Mr. Heath?”

Grinning, Heath winked, “Mr. Nick’s funny in the mornings. You know what else is funny?”

“No.” replied Timmy seriously.

“This!” shouted Heath as he grabbed the boy and tickled his sides. Timmy screamed for help in between his laughter. Victoria rushed over and tickled Heath’s left side while he was trying to hold onto Timmy. After a few minutes, Heath begged for mercy and the three sat on the ground gasping for air.

Victoria brushed a hand across Heath’s cheek and smiled. Heath knew his eyes reflected the same look of love which was looking back at him from the gray eyes.

“Don’t do too much sweetheart.” stated Victoria knowing how recuperation was on all her sons.

“I won’t, Mother.” promised Heath as she turned to leave. “Timmy, you want to help me with the fence?”

“Sure!” smiled Timmy hanging on every word of instruction spoken to him.

Entering the study, Victoria saw Melinda watching the fence building occurring in the flower garden. Walking over, Victoria put an arm around the younger woman’s waist.

“Timmy is learning how to build a fence.” informed Victoria her eyes taking in the two working together in the garden.

Melinda’s green eyes lit up with amusement, “I think if Heath was digging a mile long trench, it wouldn’t matter to Timmy.”

Chuckling, Victoria agreed. “Would you care to join me for some tea?”

Sipping their tea in the kitchen, Victoria smiled, “How is your new job at Mrs. Collins’ dress shop?”

“It’s fine. She’s a wonderful lady.” said Melinda. “This week she’s visiting her family in Sacramento.”

“Your parents live in Sacramento, don’t they?” inquired Victoria.

Melinda nodded, “Yes, Father is a banker and Mother takes care of the house and Father.”

“They must miss seeing Megan and Timmy growing so quickly. I know I would.” smiled Victoria surprised at the sadness which appeared in the green eyes.

Clearing her throat, Melinda stared into her teacup and said quietly, “When I married Mike, I was disowned and I haven’t see my parents since. My Father didn’t approve of Mike’s job as a freight train driver.

Reaching over, Victoria squeezed the small hand, “I had no idea, Melinda. I’m so sorry.”

Looking up, Melinda waved off her concerns. “When Timmy was born, I wrote my parents but received no reply. Mike kept urging me to try, he felt awful about the bad feelings he thought he caused. I told him it wasn’t his fault, my Father’s a very controlling person and a rather unforgiving one.”

Leaning her chin on her clasped hands, Melinda frowned, “When Mike drown after his wagon overturned in the river, I sent a wire but they didn’t come to the funeral. I really didn’t expect them to, although a small part of me held out hope.”

“How difficult things must’ve been.” gasped Victoria. “I can’t imagine not being there for any of my children through a time like that.”

Feeling the squeeze on her hand again, Melinda’s green eyes reflected her gratitude for Victoria’s kind words. “After the funeral I found out I was pregnant with Megan, I wrote again. Over two years and no word.”

Standing, Melinda carried their cups to the sink and set them in, sighing deeply. “I’ve come to the decision my children are the only family I need to concern myself with. They are wonderful and have so much love to give. My parents are losing the enjoyment of their grandchildren by their unwillingness to judge people by something other than social status. There is nothing more I can do.”

Victoria’s gray eyes misted with tears while she enclosed her arms around Melinda. Hanging on tightly, Melinda’s tears spilled out on her cheeks from the mother’s touch she’d been missing.

Holding onto her shoulders, Victoria took our her handkerchief and wiped away the tears from the green eyes. Smiling, she said softly, “You are a beautiful, smart and compassionate young lady. You and the children are always welcome in our home, Melinda.”

“Thank you, Mrs. Barkley.” replied Melinda hugging the Barkley matriarch.

“Now, how about if we take a walk in the garden and see how the fence is coming along?” queried Victoria leading Melinda out of the house through the back door.

Chapter 33

The day passed quickly on the Barkley ranch. Silas and the ladies were spending the afternoon in the kitchen making cookies with the children. Jarrod had ridden into town to go over the documents on an upcoming trial. Nick was out with the crew leaving Heath and Hiriam to spend an uninterrupted afternoon together.

Heath knew Mother would skin him alive if he mounted a horse, so a walk around the Barkley ranch buildings over to a small stream, a mile away was decided upon. The sun was shining and the temperature cooler than the previous days.

Hiriam listened to the pride in Heath’s voice as he discussed the ranch and the Barkley holdings. Tom Barkley had built an empire from nothing, leaving his heirs a legacy to continue and a name entrusted to them which came at great price.

“When you’re able to ride could you show me the remainder of the ranch?” suggested Hiriam.

“I’d like that Grandfather.” smiled Heath sitting down in the shade of an old tree by the stream. Hiriam’s brown eyes took in the beauty around him.

“Are there any fish in that stream?” asked Hiriam.

Chuckling, Heath nodded, “Yeah. As long as your arm or so Nick claims.”

“I see they have those tales out on the west coast, too.” smirked Hiriam with a wink.

Laughing, Heath rolled a cigarette and lit it. Inhaling deeply, he looked over into the brown eyes, his face creased with a frown.

“There’s something I’ve been wondering about and if you don’t want to answer, I’ll understand.”

“What is it, Heath?”

The blue eyes turned somber and Heath inhaled again before crushing out the cigarette. “In Strawberry, I saw the scars on your back. I was, well, wondering what happened?”

Hiriam’s eyes beheld a far away look, his mind taken back over the years before. Heath waited and thought perhaps his question would go unanswered. His grandfather’s voice was low and soft when the words finally came.

“It happened a long time ago on a ship called the Saint Belle. The captain and his first mate were far from saints. When I signed on, I hadn’t heard how the captain ran his ship. It was shortly after your grandmother passed on. Even if I knew, it’d have made no difference, I think. I was barely functioning in those days of darkness.”

Pausing, Hiriam took off his hat and shook his head, the memories were strong as if it happened yesterday. Heath grasped his shoulder and squeezed. Hiriam sighed and patted the strong hand of his grandson.

“One year later, we’d enough of the captain and his treatment. Five of us jumped ship off the coast of Africa. Two were caught, myself and John Jacks. His last name was Jackson, but we called him Jacks. We were tied up to the main mast and the rest of the crew were made to watch the punishment being handed out. Forty lashes less one apiece with a cat o’ 9 tail. A total of 351 lashes each. Jacks didn’t make it and I’ve no idea how I survived.”

Swallowing the lump in his throat, Heath choked out, “How did you get off the ship?”

Hiriam looked into the sapphire pained eyes and smiled slightly, “There is justice in this world, Heath. The captain took on four men in Africa and that was his downfall. Two nights later, one of them snuck into his cabin and slit his throat from ear to ear. Payment for the death of his brother from a previous voyage with the captain. The first mate jumped overboard and we sailed home. When we got back I took off for Liberty, Missouri to get the children, but they were gone.”

Heath peeled the bark off a fallen tree branch, his voice hesitant when he spoke. “I have scars on my back also.”

“Yes, I know.” admitted Hiriam, seeing the questioning look in the blue eyes when Heath’s head shot up.

“I saw part of the scars in the back of the wagon after we left Strawberry. Nick knew something was terribly wrong and he picked you up to hold you to his chest.” explained Hiriam quietly. “Your shirt moved up and I saw them.”

“Don’t you want to know where they came from?”

Hiriam stated softly, “Only if you want to tell me, Heath.”

Several minutes passed before Heath replied. “Some are from Uncle Matt. The majority are from Carterson Prison.”

“I’m sorry, Heath for what Matthew put you and your mother through.” apologized Hiriam sadly. “It never should have happened.”

“Unfortunately, we can’t change the past. What’s done is done.” stated Heath.

Sitting in silence, both men watched the birds flying and listened to their chirping. The afternoon slipped quickly away and the two men started their walk back to the buildings when Heath glanced over.

“Do you miss Virginia?”

Smiling, Hiriam nodded, “Yes and no. I miss my friends, of course. What surprises me is how much I don’t miss going into work everyday. That shocks me. I’ve always been one who worked steadily, rarely ever taking time off.”

“Do you have a special lady there?” teased Heath.

Laughing, Hiriam shook his head, “I’m way too old for that! I have a few lady friends who are widowers that I enjoy spending time with just as friends, though. I’m still so much in love with my wife, I don’t believe I will ever take another. Leanne was my soul mate.”

Putting his arm over his grandfather’s shoulders, Heath smiled, “She must have been some lady.”

“That she was, Heath. That she was.” grinned Hiriam widely. “I’ll tell you about her sometime.”

The outlying buildings of the ranch appeared before them and Hiriam stopped his grandson with a hand.

“Heath, I’m considering selling my business and perhaps staying in Stockton. That is, if you wouldn’t mind having an old grandfather around?”

Stunned, Heath took a minute to digest the potential plans. “I wouldn’t mind, Grandfather, if that’s what you really want to do. Are you sure you want to though? You built that business from the ground up.”

Hiriam nodded, “I’d rather spend the rest of my days closer to you. Virginia is too far away in case you should ever get married. I’d like to be around to meet my future great grandchildren.”

Blushing, Heath put his arm back over the broad shoulders and they continued walking. “Don’t be marrying me off already, grandfather. I might not be done sowing my oats yet.”

Hiriam’s chuckle turned to concern at the gasp from Heath and the sudden stop in walking.

“What’s the matter?” exclaimed Hiriam, holding onto the shaking shoulders of his slightly bent over grandson. “HEATH!”

“Nick? Nick!” stammered Heath from his face pale and he started running to the buildings three hundred yards away.

Chapter 34

Heath’s lungs burned as he sprinted towards the ranch, the unknown condition of Nick making his legs pump faster and causing him to ignore the pain in his side. Rounding the corner of the house, he ran through the front door and up the stairs. Bursting into Nick’s room, he stopped at the sight of the empty bed.

Victoria, Jarrod and Melinda heard the running feet and ran out to the foyer to investigate, hearing Heath’s panicked voice calling for Nick.

“Heath, Nick’s out with the men.” called Jarrod up the staircase.

Hiriam entered the house and leaned against the wall, wiping the sweat off his face. Heath came down the stairs, belting his left gun on. Stopping in front of Jarrod, his eyes were burning with fear and concern.

“Something’s wrong with Nick!” exclaimed Heath, “Come on, Jarrod.”

Holding Heath by the arm, Victoria asked, “What do you mean, Heath?”

“I felt it, Mother. I know he’s hurt.” explained Heath heading out the door. “I gotta find him.”

Jarrod and Hiriam rushed after Heath with the women following. “Heath, you can’t ride!” shouted Jarrod.

Heath strode towards the barn, the only thing he was listening to was the feel of despair rising inside him. Grabbing a blanket and saddle, he quickly saddled Charger and led him out of the stall.

Grabbing hold of the reins, Jarrod spoke firmly, “Heath, I’ll go. You’re in no condition to ride yet.”

Pushing Jarrod away, the blonde snapped, “I’m going, Jarrod!”

“Your brother’s right, Heath.” urged Victoria. “Let Jarrod go.”

“Mother! I can’t stay here while..” replied Heath, choking on the possibility that flew through his mind. “I’m sorry, Mother. I won’t stay behind while Nick needs me.”

Hiriam heard the horses from the door of the barn and glanced out. “Some of the men are coming.”

The others moved towards the door while Heath led Charger out and tied him to the corral. His eyes searched the men, stopping on the two riding double. Running over, he felt a kick in his stomach at the sight of his unconscious brother being held by Scotty.

Reaching up, he took Nick from the man’s arms and with Jarrod’s help carried him inside. Laying Nick on the bed, Heath’s eyes turned cold as Scotty explained what happened.

“We was riding fence, Marshal Boss and someone shot Nick out of the saddle up by Pine Meadow. If he hadn’t turned to look at me, he’d be dead instead of grazed. Joe’s already gone for Dr. Merar and Sheriff Maden.”

Heath watched as Victoria washed the blood away and examined the wound. The graze was deep but thankfully hadn’t penetrated into his skull. Nick’s shirt was covered in blood from the head wound.

Jarrod assisted Victoria in dressing the wound and cleaning up Nick. Heath slowly backed to the door and with a motion of his head, Scotty followed. Melinda was waiting in the foyer when he walked down the stairs with Scotty who went outside.

“Heath, how is he?” asked Melinda.

“He’s got a head wound, but it’s not too deep.” stated Heath. “Dr. Merar’s on his way out now. Where are the kids?”

“Silas, Audra and Hiriam are keeping them busy and out of the way in the kitchen.”

Heath said quietly, “I’m going to see if I can find whoever did this. I’ll be back later.”

“You’re not supposed to be riding.” whispered Melinda, her voice concerned and shaky.

Caressing her cheek, Heath smiled, “I’ve been known to do a lot of things I’m not supposed to, Melinda. Don’t worry. Will you keep Grandfather company for me?”

Receiving a nod of agreement, Heath placed a gentle kiss on her cheek. Turning, he left the house as Dr. Merar was entering. Climbing aboard Charger, Heath rode out with Scotty and Joe towards Pine Meadow and directed Duke to keep watch on the ranch.

Entering the room, Jarrod and Victoria sighed with relief.

“Howard, thank goodness you’re here.” said Victoria relinquishing her spot at the side of the bed to the family physician.

Walking over to the bedside, Howard examined the unconscious man, taking out the items needed to stitch the wound. Closing the wound, Howard wrapped a white bandage around Nick’s head.

Jarrod noticed the missing brother and asked, “Dr. Merar, was Heath downstairs?”

“He was leaving as I came in.” replied Howard.

“Excuse me, Mother.” stated Jarrod rushing out the room and heading downstairs. Melinda was standing on the front porch from where she watched Heath leave, when Jarrod exited the house. “Melinda, have you seen Heath?”

“He said he was going to find out what he could about who shot Nick. He rode out with two of the men, Jarrod.” informed Melinda quietly.

Jarrod saw the fear in the green eyes and smiled, “Don’t worry, he’ll be fine.”

“But Jarrod, he’s not supposed to be riding.” whispered Melinda. “What if his stitches open up?”

Chuckling, Jarrod winked, “If Heath comes home with opened stitches, I think Mother will tan his backside.”

A small smile formed on her face and Melinda snickered, “Can you picture Mrs. Barkley dragging Heath to the wood shed?”

Walking her back into the house, Jarrod shook his head, “If anyone could do it, Mother could. Let’s see how Nick is fairing, shall we?”

Chapter 35

Sheila paced around the small room of the outlying Barkley line shack, every twenty steps she stopped in front of the open door and watched for the two riders. Smiling, she let her mind anticipate the money she’d be inheriting and how she’d spend it.

Barrett had turned out to be a fountain of information for Blake and Sheila. The time spent on the Barkley ranch, his knowledge of the ranch layout were advantageous to the two evil scheming people. Barrett was the one who suggested staying in the line shack which was only used towards the fall. His payment for his help was to be five thousand dollars. Of course, as Blake pointed out, he’d have to live to collect it.

The plan devised was to throw the Barkley family, specifically former Marshal Heath Thomson, off guard and off balance. As Blake put it, with one hand he is distracted while the other hand strikes when his head is turned. Benton knew how dangerous a man like Heath could be and was relishing in the challenge he was up against.

The first part of their plan was put into motion today by the killing of Nick Barkley, the brother with whom he was the closest. Unexpected and uncalled for. This action alone would send Heath Thomson reeling.

Getting a hold of Hiriam Thomson would be the next step. The old man would sign a will leaving all his worldly belongings to his devoted secretary, Sheila Pierson. If he didn’t sign it willingly, one could always find some way to persuade him.

Scouting the ranch, Barrett had seen the activities of the family and their guests. Hiriam had to be alone at some point – all they had to do was wait.

The sound of a horse brought her to the window and she peered out. Her smile wide as Blake rode up and dismounted.

“Where’s Barrett?” inquired Sheila before receiving a crushing kiss on the lips.

“He’s making sure we aren’t trailed back here.” said Blake. “Nick Barkley is still alive.”

“WHAT!” shouted Sheila. “YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO KILL HIM!”

“He moved at the last possible moment but he’s hurt.” smirked Blake pulling her into his arms. “He’ll be out of commission for a while, I’m betting. After Thomson, he’s the next most dangerous person on the ranch.”

“Well, I guess it’s better than nothing.” sighed Sheila. “Next time I want to come. I’m sick of waiting.”

“Alright, next time.” agreed Blake pulling her into the cabin and shutting the door behind him.

Scotty and Heath rode towards Pine Meadow at a canter. Heath had dispatched Joe to meet up with Sheriff Maden and bring him to the place they were headed. Reaching the grassy area, Scotty pulled up at the place where Nick had lain.

Heath dismounted and knelt on one knee, his eyes taking in the blood stained grass. His hand resting on the bent knee of his right leg, he fought the nausea rising up within him at the realization of how close Nick had been to his final day on this earth.

The anger at the callous act rose up within him and he stifled it down. He needed to be Marshal Heath not brother Heath at this moment if they wanted to find who did this. Looking around, he picked out the spots likely to hide the ambusher while his target rode into his sights.

A rifle was used and he discarded some of the spots due to how far away they were from where Nick was. Scotty tied the horses to the fence while Heath took the rifle off Charger.

“Scotty, I’m gonna look around. I need you to watch my back cause my eyes will be on the ground.” stated Heath.

“Sure, boss.” readily agreed the man who’d do anything for either of his bosses.

Heading to the nearest location, Heath searched the ground but found no evidence of a person being there that day. The search continued as the sun lowered itself to the ground. Joe arrived with the sheriff and Heath pointed out some possible locations. Fred and Joe searched the other areas while Heath continued on.

Puzzled, Heath frowned at the lack of evidence they found. Looking at the spots he had discarded due to the distance, he made his way to them. Stopping at the second one, his eyes caught the ejected casing on the ground. Waving his arm, Fred and the others came rushing over.

Heath looked from the shooter’s location to the approximate spot where Nick had lain and he felt a chill blow through him. It had to be close to twelve hundred yards. A great distance for a rifle, even one with a scope.

Handing the cartridge to Fred, Heath said quietly, “Whoever did it is a marksman. I know of only a handful of people that could make a head shot from this distance.”

Putting the casing in his pocket, Fred frowned at the impending darkness. “Let’s see if we can find what direction he took off in.”

“They, Fred. They.” replied Heath pointing out the two sets of boot prints apart from each other, however, from the same day. He lead the way following the tracks into a small gully to where the horses had been kept hidden in some trees.

Scotty and Joe brought back the horses and the men followed trail left by the horses until the tracks were diminished by the disappearing light of the day. Stopping, Heath sighed, took out a small notebook and pencil.

“Looks like they’re headed back to town. Fred, can you send this wire to Jack Larkin in the morning?”

Reading the paper, Fred nodded. “Sure, Heath. I’ll bring out the response as soon as I get it.”

“Thanks. We’ll come back and follow the trail in the morning.” offered Heath.

Nodding, Fred shook his hand and headed back to town. Heading back to the ranch, Heath wondered why someone would want to shoot Nick from ambush. Arriving back at the ranch in full darkness, Heath dismounted slowly in front of the barn. His side throbbing in full force from the pounding of riding in the saddle.

Scotty took the reins of Charger and winked, “Could I have the honor of bedding Charger, Marshal Boss? Nick won’t let me handle such fine horseflesh.”

Heath clapped the man on the back, “Thanks, Scotty.”

Walking to the house, Heath opened the door and entered. Victoria stood in the foyer, her tiny hands on her hips. The formidable stance of the small woman brought a warm feeling to the larger man. The look in the gray eyes was a cross between anger and love.

“Heath Thomson, where in the devil have you been?” scolded Victoria.

Smiling, Heath leaned over and placed a gentle kiss on each cheek. His blue eyes showing his appreciation and love for her caring. “I’m fine, Mother and I love you, too.”

The anger from the gray eyes faded quickly and she found herself wrapped in his arms. “Don’t scare me like that again, Heath.”

“I’m sorry, Mother. I had to see what I could find out. How’s Nick?” asked Heath.

Leading Heath up the stairs by his hand, Victoria replied, “He woke for a little while and he’s been asking for you.”

Entering the room, Heath smiled at Melinda who was sitting by the bed keeping an eye on Nick. Relief flooded her green eyes at the sight of the returning man.

Heath caressed her cheek and smiled before sitting on the bed by the side of his sleeping brother. Taking the large hand, Heath squeezed, his eyes taking in the pale face under the tan.

Feeling the hand holding his, Nick slowly opened his pained filled hazel eyes and stared at the blonde.

“Where the hell have you been?” growled Nick.

Smirking, Heath teased, “Looking for your secret admirer, big brother. I figure some lady’s probably getting back at you for your dancing.”

Smiling, Nick returned the squeeze on his hand. “Find anything?”

“Go to sleep, Nick. We’ll talk about it tomorrow.” urged Heath quietly.

Seeing the tiredness in the blue eyes, Nick grinned and closed his eyes falling back to sleep quickly, relaxed knowing Heath was safely back in the mansion. Rising, Heath and Melinda went down to the kitchen leaving Mother in the room with his sleeping brother.

Chapter 36

Opening his eyes early the next morning, Nick was greeted with a pounding headache. The sound of breathing caught his ears and he turned his head gently to see the owner of the noise.

Heath sat in the bedside chair, his head resting back against a pillow and his hands folded on his stomach. The tan panted legs stretched out in front of him and his feet lay on the end of the bed.

Studying the peaceful face of his little brother, Nick smiled to himself. Waking yesterday from his injury, Nick’s confusion of what happened turned to concern when Jarrod told him Heath and some of the men had ridden out.

He tried to keep his eyes open, waiting for Heath’s return, but his damaged body had other ideas and his lids closed on their own. When the squeeze on his hand woke him and he saw the pools of blue, a wave of relief had washed through him. Shifting slightly in the chair, Heath’s face grimaced from a flare up of pain in his right side.

“You better hope Mother don’t see that face.” said Nick, his words opening the sapphire eyes.

“What face?” asked Heath with a small smile, sitting up gingerly and moving to the side of the bed. “How ya’ feeling?”

“You mean other than the drum playing in my head and the tilting of the room when I try to stand?” queried Nick with a wink.

Chuckling, Heath patted the muscular arm. “Yeah, I know.”

Heath helped Nick sit up against the headboard, holding him upright when the dizziness set in. Propping some pillows up behind Nick, he sat back down.

“Nick, any ideas who’d wanna shoot you?”

“No, I can’t think of anyone.” sighed Nick. “What’d you find out?”

“Scotty says if you hadn’t turned at the last moment, well, whoever pulled the trigger’d be dancing on your grave.” informed Heath quietly, a slight tremor quivering his voice. ”You’re damn lucky to be alive, Nick.”

Nick squeezed his shoulder and teased, “See the Barkley luck is still holding out! Course if I hadn’t turned, you’d be even richer!”

“Nick, this ain’t funny!” snapped Heath regretting his sharp words. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to yell at ya’.”

“No, I’m sorry, Heath. That was a bad joke.” soothed Nick quickly.

Heath stood up and walked to the window, his eyes not really taking in any of the scenery or the sunrise which he always enjoyed so much. Turning, he paced to the end of the bed and turned, holding onto the foot board.

“Whoever shot you is a marksman, Nick. He was at least 1200 yards away.” informed Heath.

“1200 yards?” whispered Nick.

“Fred’s sending a wire to Jack this morning when the telegraph office opens. I can think of some men who could make that shot. He’ll be able to get me a list of more names. It’s a start though.” explained Heath.

“Nick, until we find out whoever’s responsible, it’d be wise to post guards around the ranch buildings. We should keep the rest of the family close to the house and the men can work in pairs.”

Nick sighed, “Maybe you’re right, little brother. Better safe than sorry. What about Hiriam, Melinda and the kids?”

Frowning, Heath wiped his hand across his face, “I’ll have Duke take her and the kids back to town. I wouldn’t want whoever did this is to mistake them for part of the family.”

Smirking, Nick winked, “I’m sure she’ll be part of the family before we know it. She and the kids are really special, Heath.”

Blushing, Heath smiled, “Yeah, they are. Grandfather can decide if he wants to stay here or in town, he may want a change of scenery for a little while since I’m gonna be busy. I’ll be riding out with Scotty this morning to finish trailing the horses.”

“Sounds like you got everything under control, Heath.” admitted Nick, his eyes growing tired.

“Nick, you need anything?” asked Heath.

Looking into the sapphire eyes, Nick stated firmly, “Just for you to be careful and don’t take any chances. You’re not a marshal anymore, remember that little brother.”

Walking over, Heath nodded and took the extended hand in his own, “I know, Nick. I’ll send Silas up with some breakfast.”

“A nice steak and eggs sounds good.” admitted Nick.

Smiling, Heath shook his head, “Sorry, Mother told Silas only porridge and toast for you this morning and headache powder.”

“I’m starving!” growled Nick with disgust.

Chuckling, Heath left the room and descended the stairs to the kitchen, advising Silas Nick was ready for breakfast. Melinda passed Silas on the stairs and entered the kitchen where Heath was having breakfast and smiled at the handsome blonde.

“Morning.”

“Morning, Melinda.” smiled Heath rising and pulling out the chair for her. “Kids still in bed?”

“Yes, Hiriam wore them out last night. How are you feeling, Heath?”

“I’m fine.”

Sharing the table together, the two gazed into each other’s eyes and talked quietly. Melinda reluctantly agreed to return to Stockton, the sadness making her green eyes darker from the strong emotion. Heath felt guilt rise within him at the sight of the sadness.

He escorted Melinda into the study and shut the door. Pulling her into his arms, she welcomed the strong arms which wrapped around her and gave her some much needed strength.

“I’ll miss you, Heath.” whispered Melinda softly. “Be careful.”

“I will.” agreed Heath his sapphire eyes burning with emotion as he pushed a strand of hair behind her ear. “I’ll miss you, too. I’d feel better if you and the kids are home until we find out who shot Nick.”

“I understand.”

His hand held the back of her neck while he kissed the corners of her mouth. Tenderly, he captured her lips, drawing her closer to feel the warmth of her body against his. Reveling in the emotions she created in him, Heath regretfully ended the passionate kiss and leaned his forehead against hers, breathing deeply.

“I’ll come to town to check on you and the kids, okay?”

Smiling, Melinda agreed, “Don’t worry about us, we’ll be fine. You take care of yourself.”

Hugging her again, Heath nodded, “I’ll have Duke bring you into town. Thank you for being so understanding, Melinda.”

Chapter 37

“Are you sure you’re up to this, Heath?” worried Hiriam while his grandson saddled the bay stallion.

Leading Charger out, Heath admitted, “I’m not a hundred percent, but I’ll be fine, grandfather. I have to do this, I can’t rest easy til we find out who did this.”

“I know, boy. I’d do the same if I was you.” grinned Hiriam wrapping the blonde in his arms and patting the strong back. “I’ll be here when you get back.”

Returning the hug, Heath smiled, “I’ll see you then.”

Jarrod watched the interplay between grandfather and grandson. The more time the two spent together, the stronger their bond grew. Heath discussed the precautions with the family and all agreed to go along with the restrictions to lessen the chance of a repeat of yesterday’s ambush.

“Jarrod, something wrong?” asked Heath shaking the lawyer from his thoughts.

Jarrod shook his head, “No, you just caught me day dreaming, little brother.”

“Lawyers day dream?” inquired Heath in a stunned voice hearing his grandfather’s soft snicker as he walked passed them towards the house.

Laughing, Jarrod’s blue eyes twinkled and he held the blonde by the shoulders, “Don’t let my secret out okay? Nick and I’ll be pacing the floors til you get back.”

Heath winked, “Jarrod, try to keep Nick in bed. If he opens his head again, no telling what might fall out.”

Jarrod’s booming laugh could be heard throughout the ranch yard. The suave attorney clapped Heath on the back and rested his arm across the broad shoulders, the amusement being replaced with concern, “Heath, maybe I should come with you?”

“It’s best if one of us stays here, Jarrod. Scotty and Joe will be with me.” stated Heath grateful Jarrod, the only healthy of the three brothers, agreed to stay at the ranch.

Sighing, Jarrod smiled, “Alright, Heath. I still don’t like it.”

Scotty and Joe walked over leading their horses towards Marshal Boss and Jarrod. Wrapping his arms around Jarrod, Heath whispered, “Watch over the family.”

Climbing aboard, the three men rode out of the yard while Jarrod watched, his stomach twisted in knots. Like Nick, Jarrod didn’t like the thought of Heath riding out to find the shooter with the potential danger which loomed. Jarrod and Nick had reluctantly agreed knowing their strong minded brother would go alone if they forbade it.

Riding to the spot where they left off the night before, Heath lead the group on the trail of the horses. The trail was distinct and easy to follow for several miles until it merged with a herd of cattle. Cursing the smart maneuver, Heath rode around in a circle searching for the spot where the two men left the cattle. Unable to find the trails, Heath widened his search pattern, smiling when he was able to pick up the trails again. Scotty and Joe watched the area and the marshal boss’ back while he kept his concentration on the elusive trail.

Heath stopped when the trails split off, one towards Stockton and the other towards the northern part of the range. “Scotty, you and Joe follow that trail. I’ll follow this one that’s headed towards Stockton.”

Scotty frowned and cleared his throat, “Boss, we got strict orders to stay with you.”

Looking over, Heath asked, “Jarrod, Nick or both?”

“Actually, it was Mrs. Barkley.” replied Joe. “She’s scarier than the other bosses, uh, boss.”

Chuckling, Heath nodded, “I know what you mean, Joe. She’s a stick of dynamite alright. What Mrs. Barkley don’t know won’t hurt her though.”

Shaking his head, Scotty snorted, “Boss, she’ll know! You can’t get anything by Mrs. Barkley.”

Joe agreed quickly, “I don’t, I mean, uh, we can’t disobey her orders, boss.”

Sighing, Heath’s face was thoughtful and he saw the apprehension in the men’s faces at the idea of admitting to Victoria Barkley they’d left Heath’s side.

“Okay, we’ll stay together and follow the trail heading north.” stated Heath chuckling at the vast look of relief in each of the men’s eyes.

The trails entered a small stream and vanished. Riding up and down the stream for several hours, the men were unable to locate the point of exit. Frustrated, they rode back towards the trail which pointed towards town.

The town trail led them through the driest parts of the ranch and the neighboring ranches. The dust rising up from the horses’ hooves covered the men and stung their eyes, leaving their skin coated, but not stopping the diligence of the man in the lead.

Heath clung to the ghost of a trail as if it were his lifeline to this world. Scotty and Joe, at times, shook their heads at each other, their eyes not picking up what his trained orbs pinpointed.

Heath cursed when the trail wound back and entered the same stream as the other one, however, several miles apart from each other. Stopping Charger, he led him to the stream for a drink and the others followed. After a brief rest, they entered the stream and repeated the motion of riding up and downstream, searching for this trail’s exit point.

The afternoon was waning when Sheriff Maden rode up and found the men.

“Howdy, Fred.” greeted Heath.

“Boys.” replied Fred. “Any luck?”

Shaking their heads, Fred saw the disappointment in the three pairs of eyes. Heath took off his hat and wiped the sweatband, “I can’t find where it leaves the stream.”

“I sent your wire this morning, Heath. Larkin wired back he would contact the Winchester Arms Company and the war department, also.” informed Fred.

Scotty asked, “Why the Winchester Arms Company?”

“Each year, the company holds a shooting contest. The top prize being cash, a trophy and usually, the winner gets to choose a weapon of his or her choice. People travel from all around the world to enter that contest.” explained Heath. “Another source of marksmen.”

“His or her choice?” inquired Joe incredulously. “You think a woman could be responsible?”

Sheila Pierson’s chocolate eyes flashed before him and Heath frowned, “Unfortunately, I’ve seen some women who were deadlier than men. We don’t like to think of the fairer sex being that way, but it’s a possibility I can’t rule out until we find out who shot Nick.”

Mounting, Heath explained to the two men he was riding to Stockton with the sheriff. Scotty and Joe voiced their protest but the blonde boss smiled and winked after giving them a written message to hand to his Mother.

Riding into the ranch yard several hours later, Scotty and Joe rode up and dismounted in front of the house. Their argument at the oak door over who would be breaking the news to the Barkley matriarch, stopped when Victoria opened the door.

“Mrs. Barkley.” greeted the men, holding their hats in their hands, their feet shuffling on the steps.

Greeting the returning men, Victoria’s gray eyes looked beyond them towards the barn searching for the third member of the trio.

Clearing his throat, Scotty held out a paper, “Mrs. Barkley, Marshal Boss asked that we give this to you.”

“Thank you, Scotty.” smiled Victoria taking the paper from the nervous man. “You men get cleaned up and have something to eat. It looks like you did a lot of traveling today.”

“Yes, ma’am.” stammered the two, relieved to leave the presence of the woman.

“Note from Heath, Mother?” inquired Jarrod, having seen the two nervous men standing on the steps.

“Yes, it is.” stated Victoria, closing the door. Victoria opened the paper and chuckled.

Mother,

I’m riding to Stockton with Fred. Scotty and Joe protested – I overruled. Please be kind to them. They tried.

Love,

Heath

P.s. No luck on following the trails.

“I’ll let Nick know.” whispered Jarrod placing a kiss on her cheek and climbing the staircase.

Audra looked up from her book when Victoria entered the parlor. “Mother, it is so quiet without Melinda and the kids here.”

“Yes, it is. I miss them, too.” smiled Victoria sitting in a chair. “I’m not sure what time Heath will be back tonight. When Hiriam returns from Stockton, we’ll have dinner.”

Chapter 38

Stockton was bathed in the late afternoon light when the two riders pulled up in front of the sheriff’s office. Fred dismounted and waved to Heath who rode down to the telegraph office.

Entering the door, he greeted the only occupant of the room. “Mr. Foster, how are ya’ this afternoon?”

“Fine, Mr. Thomson. Got some wires here for you.” stated the elderly man handing over the papers. “They came in about ten minutes ago.”

“Thanks, Mr. Foster.” smiled Heath opening the wires.

One from the Winchester Arms Company and the other from the war department. Looking up, Heath caught the questioning look in the telegrapher’s eyes and lifted a hand before departing the office.

Leading Charger down the street, Heath tied the reins to the hitching post and entered the sheriff’s office. Handing the wires to Fred, he grabbed a cup and poured some coffee before sitting in the chair on the other side of the desk.

Reading the lists, Fred’s eyes meet the blue ones across the desk. “Your name’s on this list here, Heath.”

“Yeah, I know.” drawled Heath. “I was a sniper in the war.”

“The war?” exclaimed Fred, shock showing in his eyes. “You weren’t old enough to be in the war!”

“So, I’ve been told.” sighed Heath, grabbing a pencil off the desk. “Fred, I think we can safely rule out anyone living abroad. Course, we can rule out me.”

Chuckling, Fred smirked, “Gee, you think so, Heath?”

Going over the remainder of the lists, Heath crossed off any names of people he knew from the past who were either dead or in prison. The list still contained over twenty names, too many were the unspoken thoughts mirrored by Heath and Fred.

“That’s a lot of suspects.” mumbled Fred.

“There could be more. The guy who did it may not have been in the war or entered any shooting contests.” sighed Heath rubbing his side. “At least we have somewhere to start. I’m gonna wire Jack and have him see what he can find out about these people.”

“You, okay?” asked Fred seeing the movement.

Heath smiled, “I’m fine.”

The door burst open and Heath jumped up, his hand holding his gun and pointing it at Duke McCall.

“Dammit, Duke!” yelled Heath angrily, his eyes taking in the panic in the man’s brown eyes. “What is it?’

“I can’t find your grandfather anywhere!” stammered Duke.

“What are you talking about?” puzzled Heath putting his gun away.

“He came with me to take Mrs. Rankin and the children home. He was going to the telegraph office, then the Miller house and was supposed to meet me at the hotel two hours ago. He never showed Heath!” exclaimed Duke.

“Did you check Melinda’s, uh, Mrs. Rankin’s?” asked Heath, frowning at the positive shake of the foreman’s head. “Okay, I’ll check the Miller house again, you two spread out and check the businesses in town.”

The men split up and headed out to their designated search areas. The door of the Miller house was locked and it opened beneath Heath’s kick. Stepping into the room, his eyes took in the furniture scattered in disarray.

Climbing the stairs, he searched the three bedrooms to no avail. Walking into the living room from the stairwell, he felt the movement, the displacement of air, before the hairs on the back of his neck prickled.

Ducking, Heath felt the air whoosh by his head and spun on the balls of his feet. Barrett’s gun wielding hand missed it’s mark and sliced through the open air. Sweeping with a leg, Heath brought the man down to the floor and jumped on top of him. Grabbing a hold of the wrist holding the weapon, Heath wrenched the gun away and threw it across the room.

Barrett punched the blonde in the right side, Heath’s face lost color quickly from the blow. Rolling on top, Barrett grabbed Heath’s head and smashed it backwards unto the floor repeatedly, stunning the former marshal.

Pinning the blonde to the floor with a knee on his right side, Barrett saw the pain in the stunned half-opened blue eyes. The blows to Heath’s face went unnoticed from the fire threatening to erupt from the knee pressing on him.

Dark spots floated in Heath’s vision and he swung wildly from self preservation, hitting the side of Barrett’s head, tossing the former hand off the top of him. Climbing to his knees, Heath’s side exploded in pain from the kick delivered and he was thrown over onto his back.

Shaking his head to clear the cobwebs, Heath saw the boot coming towards him for a second time. Unable to react in time, he felt the contact in his side and rolled over onto his knees.

Barrett kicked out again and Heath grabbed the booted foot, twisting it to the side and bringing Barrett onto the floor. Pushing himself up from the floor, Heath struck out catching the man with a kick in the stomach. Barrett bent over, his lungs seeking air. Heath kicked again, connecting with the unprotected chin, sending the former hand into oblivion.

Stunned from the unexpected fight, his lungs fought for air and he felt nausea rising within him. The adrenaline left and his vision grayed as he leaned against the wall. Heath’s legs gave out when he tried to move and he slumped to the floor, his awareness taken away by darkness.

Chapter 39

Duke and Fred searched the businesses and headed to the Miller house when no sign of the older Thomson could be found. Walking into the room, the men stopped and stared. Barrett was shaking his head, moaning in pain on the floor and rising to his hands and knees. Heath lay unmoving against a wall, blood darkening his blue shirt, his face and hair.

Grabbing Barrett and shoving him onto his stomach, Fred wrenched the man’s arms behind his back, securing him with handcuffs. Barrett protested the action with curses, his words falling upon deaf ears.

Duke opened Heath’s shirt and held a handkerchief against the bleeding wounds. Fred grabbed a towel from the kitchen and handed it to Duke, who put it over the bloody cloth under his hand.

“I’m gonna get Dr. Merar.” stated Fred before running out the door. Duke carefully wiped the blood off Heath’s face, the bruises showing already on the blonde, a cut on his forehead bleeding profusely.

“Nick ain’t gonna like this, Heath.” said Duke quietly to the unconscious man. “You’ll be lucky if he don’t hogtie you to your bed.”

Running his hand over the blonde’s head, Duke winced at the lump on the back of the blonde’s head, the source of the wetness and pulled his hand away. The sound of feet running reached Duke’s ears before the sight of the three men did. Fred, Billy and Dr. Merar entered the room.

Billy pulled Barrett to his feet and led him out of the house back towards the sheriff’s office. Kneeling down, Howard lifted the blood soaked cloths and examined the re-opened wounds. The stitches had been ripped open and both wounds were surrounded by dark bruises. The tender areas from the bullet wound and surgery were free flowing with red liquid.

“Doc, he’s got a wound on the back of his head that’s bleeding, too.” stated Duke.

Feeling the back of Heath’s head, the physician shook his head and mumbled, “Boy, you sure are a trial on this old man’s nerves.”

“Did he wake at all, Duke?” queried Howard while he restitched the two wounds.

Shaking his head, Duke replied, “Nothing, not even a moan.”

The needle entering the skin, made no impression on the unconscious man at all, the wounds were being closed by silk to cease the flow of red. Fred rolled Heath onto his left side and Howard examined the wound on the back of the blonde’s head, closing it with six stitches. Wrapping a bandage around Heath’s head, Howard helped roll Heath onto his back.

“Probably a concussion on top of everything else.” stated Howard leaning over the blonde and shouting. “HEATH, WAKE UP!”

Heath moaned from the pounding in his head and found the strength to slowly open his eyes. Howard let out a breath of relief at the opening of the blue eyes. The two faces leaning over him shimmered, shifting horizontally and vertically, merging into one. Dizziness caused his stomach to revolt and strong hands turned him onto his side after he lost the battle to control his muscles.

Wiping the blonde’s face, Howard saw the confusion in the blue eyes that looked around the room. The confusion turned to awareness, Heath lifted his head and squeezed his eyes shut to stem the dizziness.

“Where is he?” groaned Heath holding his bursting head, pushing the men to the side and rolling slowly to his knees. The ringing in his ears trying to drown out all other sound and engulf his mind. Pushing himself to lean against the wall, he stared at the two men before him.

“Sheriff, I lost your prisoner. Dammit.” muttered Heath, his eyes not seeing the puzzlement in the eyes looking at him.

Howard put a hand on Fred’s arm to stop his words. His brown eyes took in the pale face and asked quietly, “What did the prisoner look like?”

“Black hair, black eyes. Five feet, eleven inches. Hundred and seventy pounds Got a faint knife scar under his right eye, another on his right cheek. He looks like a weasel and is a backshooting coward.” growled Heath automatically, pushing away from the wall, he slumped over into the arms of Dr. Merar.

Fred stared at Heath and slowly raised his eyes to Howard, “He just described Luke Croker!”

Duke, kneeling to the side, choked out, “Why’s the boss think Croker was here? He’s gonna be okay, ain’t he? Dr. Merar?”

Howard looked at the men staring at him, the words stuck in his throat from the possibility. Glancing down at the unconscious man in his arms, he said quietly, “Fred, you better round up a search party for Hiriam. I don’t think Heath is gonna be much help. Duke, I need you to get Mrs. Rankin and bring her here.”

Helping Howard put the unconscious man on the sofa, Duke and Fred hurried out the door, their minds jolted over the few words Heath had spoken. Entering the kitchen, Howard busied himself with boiling his instruments to clean them and make coffee. He had a feeling it was going to be a long night. Taking the instruments out of the boiling water, he walked back into the room and his eyes took in the sofa, minus the body of Heath Thomson.

Chapter 40

Hiriam entered the rented house on the edge of town, stopped by a pistol barrel held in his ear. The unknown male voice directed him further into the room and the door closed behind him.

“What do you want?” asked Hiriam calmly.

Laughter greeted his question, the voice deep and menacing, “You.”

Spinning, Hiriam knocked the pistol away from his head and grabbed the startled man by the shirt. Throwing him across the room to break the table in front of the sofa. Rushing over, he laid the rising man’s cheek open with a quick right jab, then followed up with a couple lefts to the body.

Blake grunted from the blows and raised his knee towards the groin area. Hiriam deflected the knee but his head was snapped backwards by a head butt. The momentary stunning of the older man, the brief second of time Blake needed to get the advantage. Tossing him across the room, Hiriam flew into a chair, his flailing arms turning over the chair-side table and lamp before he landed in a heap in the corner.

Looking upwards, Hiriam stared into the eyes of his secretary, Sheila Pierson. The gun in her hand steady, her eyes lacking any decent human emotion.

Blake wiped his face with his sleeve and grinned down at the older man, “I knew you were a tough old bird. All those years at sea harden a man. Didn’t I tell you, Sheila?”

“Yes, you told me.” purred Sheila enjoying the look of confusion in the man’s eyes. “Can we go now?”

“Sure.” said Blake motioning for Hiriam to rise. “You be good and she won’t kill you.”

“To what do I owe this special treatment?” inquired Hiriam rising slowly to his feet.

Laughing, Sheila mused, “We’re gonna take a little ride and you’re going to complete a legal document for me.”

Hiriam’s eyes grew cold as he asked, “What document?”

“Your will.” stated Blake calmly. Barrett entered the room as Hiriam stated they’d might as well kill him now – he wouldn’t sign anything.

“Well, now.” smirked Blake. “Not even for your grandson’s life?”

Hiriam’s brown eyes flickered briefly before he stifled the emotion, not wanting to give the trio before him any more ammunition to use. His eyes narrowing in anger at the thought of what he’d like to do to the three standing before him.

Blake tied the man’s wrists behind him and the three left through the back door where the horses were tied, with Barrett staying behind, his mission clearly laid out for him.

Reaching the line shack, Sheila pushed her former boss off the side of his horse, laughing when he hit the ground. Not able to break his fall with his tied hands, Hiriam felt the jolt on his healing shoulder and pain made him gasp.

Blake pulled the man to his feet and Hiriam stared furiously at the smiling Sheila, “You hid it well. I didn’t you know you were such a cold hearted bitch.”

Sheila’s smile faded and she left a red mark on his face from her stinging slap. Hiriam slowly turned his head back and stated firmly, “I’ve never killed a woman, but for you, I will make an exception.”

Blake laughed and pulled the man into the cabin, leaving him in the darkness of the windowless second room.

Hiriam wasn’t sure how much time had passed, the black void of the room not allowing for any measure of time. No light passed through the walls. He surmised darkness had fallen from his mental estimation of how long he’d been in this room. He heard the raised voices outside the room, trying to distinguish the words. Barrett. Jail.

His eyes squinted in pain at the sudden burst of light when the door opened. He couldn’t focus and felt hands grabbing his arm. He was propelled up onto his numbed legs and dragged into the lit room.

Falling to the floor, Hiriam blinked to bring his vision into focus. His brown eyes widened as he stared into the bruised and pained face of his grandson.

Continued…