"Soon, very soon, I promise."

Nick stood on the deck between compartments and scanned the street next to the station. It was eight a.m. and hot already, as the train cried out a warning whistle.

"Dammit!" He swore as he returned to his seat.

He had been away for nearly three weeks. He traveled up to Oregon and back down through San Francisco, where Heath met him two days ago. He was eager to get home and have Jarrod finalize the documents for the purchase of additional timberland.

A few minutes later, just as the train started to move the familiar, albeit slightly disheveled, form of his younger brother ambled through the car and flopped onto the window seat next to him.

"MORNIN!" Heath greeted Nick, as he threw a satchel under his feet.

"What the devil happened to you?" He demanded.

"An hour ago when I checked out, I woke you up and you were on your feet. You were supposed to be right behind me. You almost missed the train."

"Sorry, Nick," he said sheepishly.

"I was only gonna close my eyes for ten more minutes and next thing I knew..."

"Well then maybe you should have gotten to bed at a decent hour" Nick grumbled. He stared back at the grin taking in the bloodshot eyes, uncombed hair, and the shirt only partially button and revealing just the tail end of a scratch underneath.

"Well I hope she was worth it." He said shaking his head.

"Well, she uh.. she was...well.." Heath just smiled and laid his head back on the seat. He propped his feet up on the seat across from him, turned his head towards the window and pulled his hat down, covering the side of his face.

"Now wait a minute!" Nick demanded

"She was what?" he said elbowing his blond brother.

"Guess that would be on a need to know basis Nick and you don't need to know." Heath laughed.

"You know Heath one of these days your luck is gonna run dry."

Nick settled in for the ride home and opened the newspaper. He was just about finished when he felt the swoosh of taffeta and the fragrance of a light perfume. He sat up and smiled his best handsome devil grin at the beautiful dark-haired woman dressed elegantly in deep violet. She was stunning.

"Good Morning." he said extending his hand.

"I'm Nick Barkley of Stockton."

"A pleasure Mr. Barkley, I'm Countess Anna Theresa Calavonti."

"Are you from this area Miss Calavonti?"

"It's Mrs. Calavonti. Originally I was from the East, when I married Vincenzo, my late husband, we moved to Rome. But upon his death last year, after settling his estate, I decided to return home as I still have family here."

"What brings you to Stockton?"

"Business of my late husband's. Hopefully, Mr. Barkley, it won't take long." she said smiling into his eyes.

"Do you live in Stockton?" She inquired.

"It's Nick and yes I have a large ranch in the valley. Largest in the state."

Nick boasted and was rewarded by a not so coincidental cough from his brother. He ignored Heath's interruption and continued.

"There are cattle, horses, orchards, several mines..."

"Oh!" She said interested.

"What an industrious enterprise. How do you handle such an empire?"

"Well now it does takes a certain style to handle such a task, but I do fair pretty well."

He leaned forward towards her as Heath broke into a series of coughs. Annoyed, Nick rose and extended his hand.

"There are several empty seats in the next car, let's move, no telling if what that guy's got," he said nodding at Heath "is some sort of contagious disease." She nodded and walked ahead of Nick as he scowled back at his brother, who was shaking his head, grinning and waving good-bye.

Nick and Anna Theresa talked for about half hour about her travels, his ranch, and San Francisco when she excused herself.

"I must go and meet an old friend in the dining car. I hope I will see you again," she said extending one hand while the other played with the chain around her neck.

"Oh, I gotta feeling I'll be seeing a lot of you." Nick said confidently.

Just as Nick was about to return to his seat to harass Heath, the train lurched and he bumped into a young woman.

"WHOA!" He said catching her and standing her back on her feet.

"Sorry! And thanks so much." she said.

"Wait a minute, my necklace is caught on your vest button."

It was tangled and Nick had to sit down with her on his lap to untangle it. She wasn't the least bit embarrassed and joked about it.

"Well, I must say, this is not the way my mama said I'd meet a handsome man."

"I don't believe I ever met your mother, or maybe I would have done something about that."

Nick laughed as he finally got the chain untangled and she sat next to him. She was very pretty, honey blond hair, blue eyes, and seemed very vivacious.

"I'm Jessica Hayes."

"Nick Barkley." he nodded.

"You headed to Stockton?"

"Yes. I'm looking at properties in several towns, seeking to open a business."

"On you own, a woman, that's kinda rare."

"On the contrary, there are many woman who own their own businesses, however I have partners."

"What kind of business?"

"We're still in the process of deciding. We have several different ideas." She said as she stood up and smiled at him.

"I have to go now, but I will be in Stockton for awhile, I look forward to seeing you again."

"Sure, soon I hope." Nick said tipping his hat.

"Very soon." she replied walking away.

Nick wanted coffee and decided to walk to the dining car for a cup and maybe to see Anna Theresa again. On his way, he had to get past a woman in the aisle.

"Excuse me." he said trying to get by.

She turned and looked up at him and seemed very startled.

"Aren't you one of the Barkley's?"

"Yes, I'm Nick Barkley. Do I know you?"

"No, but my son does."

"What's his name?"

"I'm sure you wouldn't remember, it was a long time ago. Please excuse me." She said clutching her necklace as she hurried to the back car and closing the door.

Nick looks perplexed for a moment then shrugged and continued on his quest for a strong cup of black coffee.

Nick entered the dining car and purchased the beverage. Glancing around, he was dismayed to see that Anna Theresa was not there. He took a seat and watched as the landscape rolled by, finishing his coffee just as they pulled into Stockton. Walking back to Heath, he smacked the side of his brother's leg to wake him.

"Let's go, we're here."

Heath stood and stretched and looked at Nick very seriously.

"Say, aren't you Nick Barkley, the most prosperous rancher in the west? I been lookin' for work and was wondering if maybe you could use a good hand, that is if you're not to busy countin' your money."

"Shut up." Nick said trying not to laugh.

"Oh and Heath, could you please make your self presentable, you look like something a cat ragged in."

Heath paused in the car to fix his hair, tuck in his shirt and pulled the vest from his satchel, putting it own as well as his hat; he walked towards the steps.

She watched from the platform as Nick got off the train and started to walk away. She followed behind him and pulled the gun from her purse. She had been anxiously anticipating his moment for a long time. She smiled as she pointed the gun at his unprotected back.

"Nick, Nick, are you going to pick up the supplies at the store?" Heath called loudly.

The voice seemed to be right behind her. Without turning around, she just had enough time to put the gun away. She strode angrily across the street and around the corner and over to the waiting carriage. She motioned to the man standing beside the vehicle.

"What happened?" he asked

"We got interrupted." she spat out as she looked at her watch and shook her head.

"We need to discuss our next option. This isn't good, if I don't leave now; I'll be late. This is what you are going to do." She said as she revealed the plan.

*

Nick was scanning the crowd and looking for either of the beauties he met on the train.

"Nick, hey Nick," Heath ambled over "did you hear me?"

"Yeah, I heard. Heath, why don't you go over, Skippy should have the order loaded. I'll be right there."

"Okay." Heath said as he walked away.

Nick's eyes were still searching. He couldn't believe his turn of luck. First he meets two pretty women, both headed for town and now he couldn't find either of them. He gave once last glance and walked towards the store.

Skippy was a very affable 12-year-old who worked at the store. He liked Heath and Nick and always packed the order with care. He had the order ready when he saw Heath walking up the street.

It was hot day. Heath took his vest off and rolled his sleeves up as he greeted Skippy warmly, ruffling his hair.

"Well, how's my best worker?"

"Good, Mr. Barkley. How was your trip? I got your order ready."

"Knew I could count on you when I was away Skip."

Heath tossed his satchel in the back of the wagon and left the vest on the seat.

Nick caught up with the two and gave Skippy a pat on the back. "He givin' you a hard time boy, you see me if he does, I'll keep him in line."

Skippy laughed as Heath went inside to get the bill and sign it, but had no pencil. He walked over to Nick and handed it to him. Nick signed his name to the bottom of it and handed back to Heath.

"You want a beer?"

Heath declined. "No, I think I'll head over to see Jarrod. I'll meet you over there."

"Okay, brother, I'll see you in about half an hour."

"Here you go Skippy." Nick said giving the boy a generous tip.

"Gee thanks Mr. Barkley!"

Earlier that morning.

Dan "Grayhawk" Preston stepped off the stagecoach and stretched, rubbing a weary hand through his dark hair and squinting his blue eyes at the hot sun. His back ached, he was tired and his heart was heavy. He hoped he wasn't too late. Looking at his watch, he walked over to the hotel and registered. Upon seeing his name, the clerk handed him a wire. Reading the message, he closed his eyes and frowned.

"You okay sir?" the clerk asked

"I'm fine. Is the Barkley ranch far from here?"

"No sir, about 1/2 hour's ride."

"Does Nick Barkley still live there?"

"Sure does, him and his brother run the ranch."

"I thought his brother was a lawyer."

"He is. Jarrod's office is just down the street. He's there now."

Dan thanked the man and left, seeking Jarrod's office.

Jarrod's morning wasn't too busy for a change. Since that afternoon's trial had been postponed, he would seek relief from the heat, by going home early. He rose, crossed the room and was pouring himself a glass of water, when his secretary entered the room looking perplexed.

"Problem?" He asked replacing the pitcher and taking a large sip.

"I don't know. There is a man here who said to for me to ask if Screaming Eagle's brother could see him."

Jarrod broke into a huge grin and strode through the door.

"DAN!" He greeted the 28-year-old.

"God it's great to see you again. How are you? How long has it been?"

"Too long, about 6 or 7 years anyway" Dan said returning Jarrod's warm embrace.

"It's good to see you Jarrod."

"Drink?" Jarrod offered from the many decanters displayed.

"Just water, thanks."

The two men sat down and Dan looked around Jarrod's office. There among the many volumes of legal and reference books, files, folders and briefs, were several family photographs. Dan walked over to one, picked it up and smiled warmly.

"I see Screaming Eagle has not changed."

Jarrod grinned at Dan's nickname for his brother, given due to Nick's squawking every time his feathers got ruffled.

He thought of the two distinctive paths Dan's life has followed already.

Dan and his mother were kidnapped when Dan was 7 from their farm near Cheyenne, Wyoming by Indians and spent the next 10 years as members of the tribe. When he was 17, the tribe suffered a near massacre at the hands of the Calvary. Dan had been thought dead but was found by a priest from a nearby mission, who nursed him back to health. Dan's mother died several years before but had kept a journal, which Dan carried on him. It was through the book that Dan's father and brother were contacted and came to welcome Dan back into their family. The trio settled in Nevada where they had a small ranch. It was an uneasy alliance as it was very hard for Dan to adjust to his new life.

Then the Civil War broke out and Dan enlisted. Dan had served with Nick and the two had become very close. Dan even worked on the Barkley ranch after the war. He had not yet come to terms with his father and brother.

Dan sat back down and Jarrod looked at the picture he held and smiled.

"You have a good eye Dan. That is a favorite of mine for several reasons."

The picture showed a weary pair of cowboys. Heath kneeling, resting on his heels, hands on his thighs, smiling slightly, his head turned to one side, his eyes full of admiration and respect. Nick was bent over behind Heath, left hand on Heath's shoulder, right hand fisted and high in the air, his face turned in the same direction was a mask of rage and fury.

"My mother had arranged for a photographer to take a family portrait that day. He arrived early and Nick and Heath" he paused and pointed to the blond cowboy in the photo. "That's our youngest brother; you never met him." He continued, "anyway Nick and Heath had been working in the heat all day, breaking horses. Mother thought it would be a good idea to get some pictures of the boys in action. Now what you can't see is the stallion that just bolted and ran off."

"Heath has a real gift when it comes to horses, like nothing I've ever encountered. He seems to be able to sense their spirit, connect with them. I can't tell you how much of an increase in quality it has meant for our stock. Nick knows this and usually defers to Heath, but not when they found this stallion. Heath warned Nick right away that" Jarrod stopped and tried to remember "oh yes, Heath told Nick, to forget about this horse, he belongs to the wind. But you know Nick, he had to try. Anyhow, Heath did try to work with the horse, gentle him, but it was no good. So this was taken just after the horse threw Heath for the last time and he told the hands to open the gate and let him go, Nick was furious, as you can see."

Dan studied the contrast in expressions on the two faces in the photo and nodded.

"It's seems Nick is still driven by the furies, eh?"

"Yes, Dan but he has matured quite a bit and mellowed a little. Running the ranch, well, he had a lot to learn, and learn he did, quite well. Heath's got a quiet kind of nature about him that balances out Nick's 'furies' as you call them."

Jarrod took the picture and placed it back on his desk.

"So Dan, why has it taken you so long to visit? Wait till Nick sees you. You still live in Nevada?"

"Yes, my brother and I have a small ranch, my father passed on a couple years ago."

He stopped and sighed heavily, his handsome wearing a mask of concern.

"Jarrod, I wish this was a social call. I am here for another reason. Jarrod, I think Nick's life may be in very great danger."

Jarrod stared at Dan; his intense blue gaze told Dan he had his full attention.

"What do you mean? What's happened? How is Nick's life in danger?"

"Jarrod, do you remember Josiah Williams?"

Jarrod thought for a moment but before he could answer, a familiar bellow filled the air.

"JARROD, HEATH!"

Nick strode in the room and stood dumbfounded staring at his friend. For a moment, he was sent back in time, to the many battlefields in Tennessee and Virginia that the two men had fought on together. Dan was more than a friend to him was then. He was away from home, only 18, and missing his family. Dan was like a big brother, brave, strong, and Nick trusted him. It was a mutual feeling and it was that trust and bond that had served the two well during the last year of the war. "DAN? DAN!" He said recovering and embraced him.

"How are you? What are you doing here? God it's good to see you."

Dan returned Nick's embrace; it was good to see his old friend. At 26 Nick's presence was just as commanding at the cocky, brash kid he first met in Tennessee.

"It has been too long," Dan said.

Nick noticed although Dan seemed glad to see him, something was very wrong. He looked from Jarrod to Dan.

"What is it?"

Dan exhaled and met Nick's hazel eyes with a grim tone.

"Josiah Williams disappeared. I think he's after us."

"WHAT!" Nick exclaimed recalling all too well the threats their deranged ex-commander had made at the trial in which he was court martialled.

"Didn't you and Nick testify against him?" Jarrod asked Dan.

"Yeah, as well as Corp. Benton Smith. It was our charges of insubordination and inciting a mutiny that got him arrested and our testimony at the court martial that convinced the board that he was guilty as well as being found insane. He was committed to a military hospital for the criminally insane but disappeared a couple months ago. The Army is trying to find him, but no luck yet. I got a letter a couple weeks ago from the Army warning me. Did you get a notice, Nick?"

"I might have Dan, I've been away for three weeks, it might be home, unopened." Nick said as he sat down.

"Well, I got a wire from Benson's wife, he disappeared about 2 weeks ago. They live in Denver. I came here to see you. When I checked in this morning, there was a wire from my brother Adam. He said somebody claiming to be from the Army came to see me. Adam told the man that I was coming to Stockton to see you. The next day another Army official shows up, turns out he's the real thing, the first man was an impostor."

"So you and Nick are next on the hit list." Jarrod said.

"Any trace of Smith?"

"No, but when he was taken, there was a cryptic message left about the "avenging angel" and "a trial of retribution" so I think he is alive, somewhere, and Williams is waiting for all three of us before..." he sighed and shook his head.

"Well let's hope it doesn't come to that."

Jarrod started making a list of checkpoints and people to contact.

Both Dan and Nick were lost in thought. Josiah Williams, Nick thought he heard the last of that madman, remembering all too well the events of that night. Nick stared for a minute and seeing the picture of himself and Heath on Jarrod's desk, he suddenly realized his brother was not with them.

"Jarrod, didn't Heath get here?" Nick asked alarmed as he rose.

Jarrod looked up and shook his head.

"Heath, no I've not seen him since he left 2 days ago. Wasn't he with you?"

"I left him about 45 minutes ago to get a beer, he was coming right over here." Nick said his face showing the fact that his heart had just sunk. "Jarrod, I don't like this. I got a bad feeling."

"Nick don't get upset, maybe he ran another errand, maybe he went home, or maybe he went to the saloon." Jarrod suggested.

Nick shook his head, stalking the room, clenching and unclenching his fists.

"No, I just came from there."

"Where did you last see him?" Dan inquired.

"At the General Store, the supplies were packed, Heath was settling the bill."

"Well then, I'd say that should be our first stop" Jarrod added.

Nick knew what kind of man Josiah was and his face reflected the deep fear running through his veins. "Let's go," he said racing to the door.

The trio made their way to the store and saw the wagon, fully packed out front. Dan and Jarrod went into the store. Nick was in the street, there was no sign of Heath and the wagon was intact. Walking over to the sidewalk, he was just about to enter the store when he saw it.

"Anybody here?" Jarrod said loudly, but got no response.

Just then they heard Nick swear loudly. They raced out front and spotted him standing by the side of the wagon, both hands on the top rim, staring down at the wagon's side, his face dark, eyes hot. Walking over, both men saw immediately the cause of Nick's state of mind. The only sign of Heath was his bloody handprint on the side of the white wagon.

"There won't be anything left of that animal after I get through with him."

Nick spat out, as his fury spilled over onto the sidewalk. Pacing like a tiger, his eye's burning with rage he smashed a fist against the side of the wagon.

"He's still alive, we'll find him."

Jarrod reasoned, trying to convince himself as well as his brother. He couldn't seem to tear his gaze away from the crimson form of Heath's hand.

"You don't know that. He could be dead by now."

"No, Jarrod's right" Dan interjected.

"If Heath were dead, they wouldn't have taken him. Looks like he put up quite a fight."

Dan indicated the broken boxes and merchandise scattered about the walkway.

"Heath can give it out as good as I've seen. There had to be more than one." Nick said.

"Nick, when was the last time you saw Heath?"

"I told you Jarrod, it was about 1 hour ago, Skippy had the wagon packed and..."

"Skippy? Where is he?"

Nick's blood ran cold for a minute as he thought of the boy and what may have happened.

"Skippy, Skippy!" Nick called out, but got no answer.

"I'll get the sheriff, you and Dan keep looking." Jarrod said as he started up the street.

Nick looked inside the store and stockroom without success. He heard Dan outside call to Skippy again.

"Did you hear something?" He said to Nick who had joined him.

"Skippy!" Dan called out walking down the alley next to the store, Nick followed, they both heard a muffled cry and banging. They ran to the end of the alley and found the source of the noise, emitting from a large crate. Opening the lid, both men were relieved to see a scared, bruised but very alive stockboy.

"Skippy, thank God!" Nick said as he and Dan lifted Skippy out of the box. They saw the bruise on his face and tears on his cheeks and when they remove his gag and untied him just as Jarrod returned with the sheriff.

Skippy was frantic and desperate to tell what happened.

"I'm so sorry Mr. Barkley." He said with tears in his eyes, looking up at Nick.

"Take it easy son," Nick said gently, sitting the boy down next to him on a bench outside the store.

The sheriff directed a question to the frightened lad.

"Skippy, do you know what happened to Heath Barkley?"

"I tried to help him. I hope he ain't mad at me. I really tried, but there was 3 of them and..." He stifled a sob, Nick continued with his reassuring tone.

"Skippy, look at me," meeting the boy's frightened gaze Nick, "Heath wouldn't be made at you, you're his friend, you tried to help him. A boy taking on 3 men, that a pretty brave thing, I'm real proud of you son, Heath would be too."

Jarrod watched Nick and thought how few people knew this side of him. He watched as under Nick's cool tone and praise, the boy's fears eased up and he was able to continue.

"Start from the beginning Skippy and take as much time as you need," Jarrod said with a smile to the boy.

"Mr. Barkley came in the store to give me the bill. He told me what a good job I did, so I said 'Thanks Mr. Barkley' and he left the receipt on the counter. There was a strange man who had come in right behind him and read the receipt. I saw him look real hard at the name on the bottom."

Jarrod saw Nick close his eyes, shake his head and wince; making a mental note he listened as Skippy continued.

"He followed Mr. Barkley out of the store. I got a feeling this man was no good, so I went outside and stood there." He pointed to the doorway, and a large crate. "He couldn't see me, but I saw him. He said some bad things about you," he nodded to Nick.

"What exactly did he say? Try to remember," the sheriff prodded.

"Well" Skippy swallowed hard "Mr. Barkley was just about there," pointing to the middle of the wagon, "and the mean man said "well if it ain't Nick Barkley that gutless excuse for a man, " Mr. Barkley stopped and turned to him, he was real mad. He grabbed the man's collar real tight and threw him against the wall he said 'What did you say' the man said 'You Nick Barkley?' and Mr. Barkley said 'I asked you a question' and the man said 'you are a no good yellow coward.' and Mr. Barkley hit him real hard in the stomach. Then the other two guys, who were hiding there in the alley, jumped him. He fought 'em off pretty good, but one of them pulled a knife and..." Skippy stopped and swallowed hard, his voice was trembling. Dan noticed that during the last part of the story, Nick face turned ashen, eyes like gray slate. He could almost feel the guilt and anger represented by Nick's demeanor, feeling Nick's calm exterior was due to not upsetting Skippy.

"Mr. Barkley never saw the guy with the knife, so I hollered for him to look out. He jumped but not before the guy stabbed him here." He said pointing to the fleshy area between the collarbone and the left shoulder.

"Mr. Barkley threw him off and grabbed his shoulder told me to run. It was then that one of them hit him hard in the chest with a rifle butt. He fell against the wagon."

Skippy was just about worn out and with his voice breaking he finished up.

"He slid to the ground. I tried to run but they got a hold of me. They tied me up and left me in that crate."

Jarrod and Nick both reassured the boy again that he was not to blame. Dan squatted down and eased the boy's fears when he added,

"You saved his life. If you had not warned him about the knife, he might have been killed."

Skippy looked at Dan and nodded, he hadn't thought of that. Nick looked over at his friend and smiled, sending his thanks.

"Well Skippy, if you're up to it, maybe you could give me a description of the three men." The sheriff asked.

"The two that were hiding, were dressed in all black and their faces were covered. The mean man was older, gray hair, had on a brown pants and tan shirt. One of the men in black was a real big guy. I'm sorry I guess I can't remember any more."

"You did great, Skippy," Nick said hugging the boy as the sheriff directed Billy his deputy to take the boy home.

"What next Fred?" Jarrod asked the sheriff.

"Well, you give me all the information you have and we'll start an investigation. Maybe it's not the outfit who took your friend."

"It's them." Dan said handing Jarrod a white envelope that he found laying on the seat of the wagon.

Jarrod opened it and scanned its contents With Nick Barkley's capture The avenging angel now has a pair. The trial of retribution will soon begin When Dan Preston joins his comrades there.

"But they don't have Nick." The sheriff said, "How could they make a mistake like that?"

Jarrod remembered Nick's look at the boy's mention of the man staring at his signature.

"He saw Nick's signature and combined it with Skippy calling Heath, Mr. Barkley."

Jarrod noticed how uncharacteristically silent his volatile brother was. He would have expected fireworks and was use to dealing with that as a normal reaction. Looking at Nick, all he saw was the pain radiating through the tortured eyes. Jarrod placed a comforting hand on Nick's shoulder, then the anger rose. Nick brushed his hand off and stood up, the hazel eyes now venomous. His spurs chewed up the boards in the sidewalk as he stormed back and forth. Spotting Heath's vest lying on the seat of the wagon, he grabbed it, balled it up in one hand and pounded on it with the other.

"Why didn't he tell them? Why did he pretend to be me? What the hell was he thinking?" he threw it in the back of the wagon.

"Nick, how can you even ask that. If the situation was reversed, wouldn't you defend him?" Jarrod said angrily and continued.

"How many black eyes and cracked ribs have you sported defending his honor, when those jackals and drunks slander his name?"

Before Nick could reply, Dan grabbed him and shook him saying sternly.

"You should be glad he did not reveal his identity, they would have killed him. As long as they think he is you, we have a chance" then in a softer tone "He's your brother, Nick that's why he did it."

"Let's go home, we have a lot of work and planning to do," Jarrod said.

* At the ranch

Jarrod left Nick and Dan in the study as he went to find his mother and sister. Silas was away visiting his sister and he found his mother in the kitchen, planning the dinner menu. She looked up when Jarrod entered the room.

"Well I didn't expect you home so soon. I think with this heat, a cold dinner will do. Chicken, salad, hard boiled eggs,"" she said kissing his cheek and noticed how distracted Jarrod was.

"What's bothering you?"

"Mother, where is Audra? Is she in the house?"

"No, she is out riding by the south meadow. Why Jarrod? What is wrong? Did Heath and Nick get back safely?"

She felt his tension and saw the apprehension in his eyes.

"That's it, isn't it. Something has happened to Nick or Heath..." she saw him avert his gaze slightly at the mention of Heath's name.

"Is he hurt?"

"Come to the study. We can talk there."

Victoria was surprised to see Dan. She greeted him warmly, he was a good man and she always felt that somehow, even though he never spoke of it, he was responsible for her middle son's safe passage home from the war.

"It's good to see you again Mrs. Barkley" Dan said as he hugged her and accepted her kiss.

"It's wonderful to see you again Dan, it's been far too long."

Victoria took one look at Nick's face and combined it with Jarrod behavior and realized whatever happened to Heath was very serious. Nick kissed his mother and immediately asked about Audra.

"She's out riding Nick. I'll send some of the hands to get her."

"I'll go," Nick said.

But before he could leave, Victoria stopped him in his tracks with a stern tone and icy stare.

"I want to know what has happened to your brother."

Nick sighed deeply and shook his head. He didn't know where to begin. Walking over to the windows he looked out on the corral.

"Nicholas," her tone commanded an answer.

"Mrs. Barkley, do you remember Josiah Williams?"

Victoria seemed taken aback, she did remember the trial and accounts of the threats her son's ex commander made against those men who testified against him.

"But he was committed, wasn't he?"

"He swore revenge the day that day in court, I'll never forget the look in his eyes, he was insane. They should have executed him. His lousy lawyer got him off lucky on the insanity plea. He escaped a couple months ago and the army is looking for him."

Nick sighed heavily, turning away from the window. He crossed the room and grasped his mother's small hands.

"A couple weeks ago, Benton Smith was kidnapped from his home in Denver, he also testified. Dan came here to warn me and while we were in Jarrod's office, they grabbed Heath by mistake."

"How? What happened?"

"Well mother," Jarrod continued "Skippy witnessed it, there was three of them. One followed Heath in the store as he turned in the bill for the supplies with Nick's signature, Skippy called him Mr. Barkley and from that they assumed he was Nick. Then outside, they insulted Nick, Heath saw red and grabbed the offensive one and while his back was turned, the other two jumped him."

"Was he hurt?" Victoria inquired and seeing Jarrod and Dan exchange a glance and Nick's tortured stare, she knew.

"How bad?"

"He was stabbed in the shoulder and they clubbed him with a rifle, maybe broke some ribs. It could have been a lot worse, if Skippy had not called out a warning, the knife might have killed him," Dan said.

Nick threw the glass of whiskey he held against the wall in anger and stormed out of the room.

"Nicholas!" He stopped and turned at his mother's voice.

"That won't do him any good. Stop punishing yourself. You and Jarrod go and find your sister, if this madman is loose, we need her at home."

He nodded and Jarrod followed him out the door. As they entered the barn, Jarrod saw Nick go over to Charger and stroke his neck. Jarrod walked over Nick turned slightly but his gaze remained fixed on Charger.

"Pappy, I was so mad at him today. He almost missed the train. He came running up the aisle as the train pulled out. He looked a mess. His eyes were half mast and all bloodshot, shirt wrinkled and mostly unbuttoned, hair all sticking up" he smiled remembering that look. Then his smile faded "I told him one of these days his luck would run out," he voice tightened a bit "makes me quite a prophet, don't it?"

Jarrod placed one hand on Nick's shoulder. Nothing he would say could ease Nick's pain. He stood like that and waited until he felt Nick had collected himself, then mounted Jingo.

"Let's ride!" Nick said Charger one last pat and mounting Coco.

*

Ben Smith looked out the window at the afternoon sun, still not entirely sure what happened to him or why. His captors had taken him at gunpoint from this bed in Denver and drugged him. He knew nothing but vague images for several days, then he was bound and held at gunpoint in the bottom of a wagon until they reached this place. He didn't know exactly where he was but, from the heat and landscape, he assumed northern California. His captors had a 10-foot chain with an ankle bracelet that allowed him to move around the room. The room was sparsely furnished with three mats on the floor, a table with a pitcher of water and a glass, a chair and only one window, with a curtain. He noticed that there were two more chains and figured he wouldn't be alone.

He brushed a hand through his thinning red hair and felt a lot older than his forty years. He heard footsteps and the door opened. Two men dressed in black dumped an unconscious young man on the floor. The left shoulder of his shirt was covered in blood and his face was bruised, whoever he was Ben had to admire him, he put up quite a fight. They shackled his leg and left.

Ben leaned over and checked the man's pulse. It was strong but his breathing seemed labored. Ben felt around the arms and legs and found nothing broken. He ran his hand along the ribcage and was greeted by a moan. He pulled the man to a sitting position against the wall. Opening the shirt he found the cause of the blood, a shoulder wound, which had bled heavily, seemed to have stopped. He ripped the shirttail off the young man. He then brought over the pitcher of water; cleaning the wound as best he could and returned the pitcher to the table.

He kept checking the young man and was finally greeted by a startled blue eyed gaze. . "Who are you?" Heath gasped wincing and instinctively placing his right arm across his aching ribs.

"My name is Ben Smith. I have no idea who these people are or what they want. I was taken from my home in Denver. I don't even know how long I've been gone."

Heath told him the date and he was amazed

"My God, two weeks." Ben shook his head in amazement.

"Who are you, do you know why we are here?"

Heath shook his head and gratefully accepted the glass of water Ben offered. "Barkley, Heath Barkley," he wheezed painfully and stopped to get a breath.

"I got a feeling I'm not who they're looking for."

"Barkley," Ben said several times then remembered "you related to Nick Barkley?"

"My older brother," Heath volunteered "They think I'm him."

Heath watched as fear registered on Ben's face. Ben rose and walked around the room, shaking his head. No, how could it be after all these years.

"What is it? Do you know what this is about?" Heath rasped

"I've got a pretty good idea, and God help us if I'm right." He said slumping down the wall, resting his head on his knees.

While they waited for Nick and Jarrod to return, Victoria served Dan a sandwich and some fruit.

"So Dan, how have you been? Are you still in Nevada? Have you married?"

Dan thanked her and sipped on his lemonade and looked over at his attractive hostess.

"Still in Nevada. My brother Adam and I do all right. My father passed on a couple years back."

"I always regretted the time before the war that I shut them out. After the war, he was so sick, but we did make our peace before..."

Victoria walked over and sat next to him, taking his hand she looked in the dark blue eyes, seeing pain register on his handsome face.

"Dan, your father loved you. He never stopped looking for you all those years, Isn't that what you once told us?"

Dan nodded.

"I'm sure he knew the difficult path it would be for both of you. That determination in you." She said patting his chest "some of that comes from him. You made your peace with him, and should think of those last years that were filled with the love of his family. That is what he took with him. He will live on in you and your brother. Don't look back Dan, only forward."

Dan smiled and thought how it was the strength and tenacity of this woman that not only created the Barkley empire, but those produced fine, strong children as well.

"Thank you." he said simply and kissed her hand.

"Sometimes I think I should thank you Dan, for Nick returning from the war in one piece."

"Nick and I took care of each other, we were quite a team."

"So have you married yet?"

"No, but there is someone special to me, her name is Grace. I been thinking it's long past due, she won't be patient forever. My brother's married now for a couple years, and has a baby on the way."

The sound of Nick's voice and a door slamming filled the house interrupting the conversation.

"I DON"T CARE HOW OLD AND MATURE YOU THINK YOU ARE, YOU'LL LISTEN TO ME AND I TELLING YOU, YOU WILL STAY PUT."

Audra stormed into the room, so furious she missed Dan altogether; her blue eyes were practically shooting bullets.

"Mother, why must I be kept prisoner in my own house! They treat me like I'm a little girl, I'm 20 and will do as I please."

"Didn't your brothers tell you?"

"We didn't get a chance. We told her to come home, that she had to stay in the house. She got mad and flew off." Nick hollered, throwing himself in a chair.

"Tell me what?" Audra demanded then noticed Dan.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to shout. Have we met?"

"Audra, this is Dan Preston, Nick served with him in the war, he worked here for several months. You were ..."

"My first crush." Audra remembered, blushing.

Nick smiled.

"Followed you around like love sick puppy. Cried for a week when you left."

Dan shook Audra's hand as she sat down next to him.

"Now will someone please tell me what's going on."

Between the three of them, they told Audra what happened. She was visibly upset. Jarrod entered the room and told Nick he was going back into town, he wanted to check with the sheriff, see if a posse was formed yet and notify the Army's branch office in Sacramento. Nick offered to go with him splitting the duty. He would work with the sheriff so Jarrod could concentrate on the investigation.

"Dan, I need somebody I can depend on to stay here in case they show up. We'll be back as soon as we can. Most of the men are not back from the cattle drive, we only got a light crew, and they're scattered all over the ranch. I'll see if the sheriff can send a couple of men back"

"Done." Dan said

Dan sat down on the settee next to Audra and saw the pain in her eyes. She seemed lost in thought, eyes threatening to tear up.

"Can I help?" he offered, taking her hand.

She smiled and gave his hand a good squeeze.

"Oh, thanks Dan, It's just so awful. Heath is," she stopped and thought of an incident the week before.

"Audra, Audra," Dan was looking concerned.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I was just thinking of something that happened last week, I came down one morning and found a little crystal horse on my breakfast plate. Heath never looked up, kept right on eating, while the others admired the little statue. Nick pretended to be hurt look when I walked right past him to Heath, who I embarrassed with a hug and kiss on the cheek," she smiled remembering.

"How did you know it was from him?"

"Well, Heath does things like that, one time it was a little book of poems in my saddlebag. I love all my brothers. When my father died, Jarrod sort of took over that role, Nick is the fierce warrior, a protector. But Heath is so very special, he's very sensitive, he's the one person in the family I can really talk to, we are very close."

"I'd say Heath is a lucky guy." Dan smiled at the pretty girl.

"Now I'm going to embarrass you." Audra say kissing his cheek and taking his hand.

"Come on, I'll give you the grand tour."

After Audra showed Dan the house, they spent some time playing cards. Victoria tried in vain to read. She looked over at Dan and how handsome he was, so strong and true. She thought how lucky any woman would be to share his life.

There was a knock at the door, Victoria rose to answer it but Dan motioned for her to stay back. He asked whom it was without opening the door, his gun drawn. A man answered that he was a missionary on his way to the church in town, his horse went lame and he wanted a cold drink. Dan ordered the man to stand back from the door and opened it with trepidation. Keeping his gun on the frocked figure, he ordered the man to put his hands up. The man demanded to know why.

"Let's just say I'm real cautious." Dan said waving the gun "Do it."

The man complied.

Victoria and Audra stood in the foyer. Neither heard the back door open or the figure enter the kitchen.

Without taking his gaze from the stranger Dan asked Victoria if there was a pump outside the house. "Yes, outside the barn, in the yard." Audra replied.

"You are welcome to take as much water as you need, the pump is just outback, by the barn."

The frocked man nodded his thanks and left.

Dan seemed tense and mentioned it as he closed the door.

"There something not quite right about him."

Victoria was a little edgy herself but felt it was her nerves working on her.

"We can't be suspicious of every stranger. He's gone. I'll go start dinner."

The two figures met up with the third just outside the driveway to the house behind a clump of trees.

"It's all set, we just gotta wait a little while."

8 p.m. at the Ranch

Jarrod and Nick entered the house through the kitchen still discussing the plans.

"We can't do much more in the dark Nick, the posse did all it could. We'll start again tomorrow. Maybe when the Army sends some help..."

Jarrod broke off his sentence when upon entering the parlor he saw his mother bound and gagged. There was no sign of Dan or Audra.

Nick raced to the couch and untied his mothers' hands, while Jarrod unbound her feet and removed the gag.

"What happened?" Nick asked while Jarrod poured his mother some brandy.

After taking a sip, she recounted the events as best she could.

"I'm not sure. There was a priest that came to the door and..."

"A priest!" Nick exclaimed, "Where was he going? What did he look like?"

"Nick, let mother finish."

"He was going to the mission, said his horse went lame. Dan wouldn't let him in and kept his gun on him the whole time, the priest wanted a drink of water. Dan directed him to use the pump in the yard. He left as soon after. He kept his face under the hood, I didn't see what he looked like."

"Mother, where are Audra and Dan?" Jarrod asked

"I don't know. We ate a light supper a couple hours ago. Dan wasn't hungry, but drank lemonade. Audra and I ate and also had lemonade. Dan suddenly started shaking his head and just fell right out of the chair. Audra jumped up to help him and staggered and fell. I don't remember, I guess I passed out too."

Nick had been searching the parlor, without luck.

"I'll check upstairs, you look around down here."

He took the stairs' two at a time and had a sinking feeling, that he would not be finding Dan. He searched all the bedrooms and came up empty. On his way back downstairs, he heard Jarrod cry out. Running to the source of his brother's voice, in the gunroom, he discovered a frightened Audra now untied and crying. Jarrod handed his sister over to Nick and read the envelope that Was left in the broken gun cabinet where several rifles were taken.

Retreating back to the parlor, Nick left Audra with his relieved mother and poured himself a whiskey. Seething, he raged against the audacity of this gang. Now what would they do? Had they discovered their mistake yet? Jarrod's insistent voice drew him back.

"Nick, Nick are you with us?" He asked.

"From what I can piece together, while that priest kept you occupied out front here, one of the other henchman drugged the lemonade. Then they just waited for the drug to take effect. Very clever."

"What about Dan?" Audra asked.

Jarrod read the letter left in the gunrack.

The Avenging Angel has captured the evil three Justice will now be served by him, you'll see As the trial of retribution will now be

Nick leaped out of the chair and started for the door.

"Where do you think you going?" Jarrod said on Nick's heels.

"I'm going after them savages. There ain't gonna be enough left of them to fill a cup when I get a hold of them" he shouted as Jarrod spun him around and loudly addressed his brother's fervor.

"And just what will you accomplish in the dark Nick. I want these men as bad as you do, but you have to calm down..."

Nick shoved off Jarrod's hold and in a feral voice, eye's blazing he countered.

"Don't you tell me to calm down. It's not your name that they used. How would you know how it feels! How do you think I'm gonna feel if they kill Heath. I can't just sit around while he's out there somewhere suffering at my expense. And now Dan's gone..."

"Stop being a martyr, Nick. It's not your fault." Jarrod interrupted.

"Punishing yourself won't do any good. What we can do is put together the clues we have, and take the offensive, get a plan of attack."

Nick stopped short of the front door, paused for a moment, almost sensing Heath and Dan's more self-controlled nature and turned around nodding his consent as he followed Jarrod into the parlor.

A deranged ex-commander of Nick's wishes to carry out an execution.

The Battle of Five Forks, Virginia, did take place during the Civil War on April 1, 1865. Lee, Sheridan, Pickett and Warren fought there on that day. Major Williams and the rest of the story is purely fictional

Bitter Wind of Vengeance -- Part II

Dan awoke to the familiar face of Ben Smith peering down at him, and accepted the glass of water.

"Good to see you again Dan, nice place for a reunion, huh."

"Where are we and how long have I been here."

"A farmhouse near a train station. You've been here a couple of hours I guess."

Dan rubbed his eyes and looked around. There was one gas lamp on the wall illuminating the room. His gaze halted at the slumped figure of Nick's brother, his blond head resting on his chest.

"How bad?" He nodded at Heath as he rose.

"Bad enough, lost some blood, got a couple of broken ribs. He's been sleeping on and off for the last few hours."

Dan knelt by Heath and felt his head.

"He's got a fever. Is there any more water?"

Ben walked over to the full pitcher and brought it back, bringing the chair with him, so they could leave the pitcher at Heath's side.

Dan checked Heath's shoulder; it was red and angry looking.

"It's infected, I didn't have anything but water to clean it with" Ben offered.

"This might help a little."

Dan pulled a slim flask from his inner vest pocket and poured a small amount of the amber liquid onto the injured man's shoulder. Heath flinched and instantly came awake and looked around confused. He was hot; his head felt heavy and his shoulder throbbed.

"Sorry about that, cowboy." Dan smiled at the flushed young man.

"I'm Dan Preston, I served with Nick in the army. He sure has his feathers ruffled good over your disappearance."

Heath produced a wane smile, thinking of Nick's temper and dedication. His smile disappeared and he looked at Dan his eyes pleading.

"Nick" he croaked, his throat dry.

Dan patted the young man's shoulder and reassured him as he handed Heath a glass of water.

"He's fine Heath."

"Dan, I got a feeling I know why we're here."

Dan met Ben's eyes and nodded as he walked over to the window and removed the cotton curtains. Handing half to Ben, he starting tearing them into strips.

"We'll wrap that shoulder for you, try to tape the ribs if we can."

Heath nodded his thanks as Dan continued.

"Josiah Williams escaped. He's behind this."

Ben's shoulders slumped in defeat and he seemed dazed. He could still hear the threats Josiah screamed in the courtroom that day.

"Ben, give me a hand here. Get his shirt off."

"I'll try not to hurt you too much," he said taking off Heath's shirt.

He felt Heath stiffens when they removed his shirt, but the blond man remained silent. As he tied together enough strips to wrap Heath's ribs, He tore a good size piece of cloth off and soaked it in water. Handing it to Heath whom wiped his face and left the cloth behind his neck. The cool water revived him somewhat.

Dan gave Heath the flask. He warned the injured man to take just a little, as it would help with the pain. He managed to cover the wound and make a thin sling for Heath's left arm. Then Ben replaced the shirt and put the arm in the sling.

Heath looked at both men and gave thanks, wincing, as his shifting was a painful reminder of his injured ribs.

"How long did you serve with Nick."

"I only met up with Nick and Dan in Virginia on the way to the Battle at Five Forks, in April of 65. That was the day it happened" Ben remembered.

"What happened?" Heath asked.

"Williams was in charge of our division. Gen. Lee ordered Pickett and several other divisions to hold Five Forks at all costs; a loss would threaten Lee's last supply line, the South Side railroad. Sheridan's Calvary pinned the Confederate forces in position. We were just south Five Forks, and got orders to meet up with Sheridan's group as well as Major Warren's. Ben here brought the orders directly from Sheridan. Lee had several divisions there as well with more on the way. We were on our way there on a low road, our scout rode back to tell us that there was a large contingent of Rebel troops north of us on other side of the hill. They couldn't see us so as long as we kept to the low road, we would arrive at Five Forks, as ordered. Like the letter V, them going one way us another, the battle in the middle. Those Rebels outnumbered us greatly, Major Williams ordered us to halt."

"Nick was second in command and Ben and I were also with Williams when he turned and addressed the troops. He wasn't always bad, at one time he was a fine officer, but he could be erratic at times, didn't like following orders, that is if he thought his way was better. His eyes were glazed and he started talking about making a stand, and taking the hill. We were dumbfounded, Nick stood toe to toe with him and argued, Ben told him we were under orders from Sheridan to push to Five Forks. He was out of control."

Ben picked up the story. . "We all argued with him that he as disobeying direct orders and inciting a mutiny. But he wouldn't listen, he ordered us to ride out after him, some left, some stayed. It was utter chaos. Whether it was just too much pressure or he was battle weary, or he just snapped, we'll never know for sure. Nick as the Lt. was next in command and took control and organized the troops that remained. We marched on and arrived and were able to provide the support that Sheridan's orders had directed. . We had to report him. Sheridan was furious, apparently is was not the first run in with Williams. Some of Warren's troops followed the retreating Rebel divisions and came across..." Ben paused.

Dan finished the story "What was left of the men that went with Williams, wouldn't you know it, he wasn't even there, or hit. They found him hiding nearby as if nothing was wrong, he was mad, muttering and waving his sword around. They tried him for Insubordination and Inciting a Mutiny. We all testified. He was mad, out of his mind. They put him in a Military Hospital, in the Criminally Insane Section. He escaped a few months ago. He wants revenge." Dan checked his handiwork one more time and insisted Heath drink more water.

"I met your brother in Tennessee in 64. He was a cocky, brash nineteen year old with a short fuse."

Dan recalled his friend fondly.

"You just knew that if he was older and in the war sooner, he would have risen up to the top. He was a real smart soldier, good leader, brave as I've seen. He knew even then that keeping a clear head and working together as a cohesive unit was vital."

Heath relaxed a little and was enjoying Dan's recollections of his older brother. He thought of some of the men he served with, and how many the same traits apply to all great leaders.

"I bet I could guess what he was like" Heath proposed and thought for a minute then continued

"Quick, decisive, daring, go for the throat..." Heath smiled before finishing "and hot headed."

Dan saw the pride in Heath's face and heard the devotion in his voice and realized how right Jarrod was about his two brothers.

"He hasn't changed that much, Dan."

"You know old Screaming Eagle well."

"Screaming Eagle?" Dan told Heath how Nick got that nickname and it seemed to Heath to be a perfect fit.

"I guess every outfit had guys like that, you know good leaders, smart soldiers. I knew lots of them, saw them fall, what a waste, so many good men dead." Heath said thinking back.

"Or the walking dead." Ben added with a very pained expression.

"You were in the war?" Dan was a little surprised, Heath didn't look old enough, he couldn't have been more than 15. Heath looked at Dan and nodded.

Dan turned to Ben.

"What did you mean by the "walking dead?"

"My brother Joseph, great guy, a captain, loyal and brave. He ended up at Andersonville. We brought him home, physically he was fine, but mentally...well he never communicates, he's gone. Broke my parent's hearts."

Ben couldn't continue and turned away to collect himself.

Dan knelt by Ben, putting a hand on his shoulder.

"Ben, I'm so sorry, I really am."

Ben nodded. Dan hadn't missed the fact that when Ben mentioned Andersonville, Heath's body stiffened and his eyes had a pained but hard look. Pain that didn't come from his injuries. Dan saw that Heath was wearing down and told the younger man to get some rest. Heath almost felt Nick's protectiveness in Dan and trusted him. He closed his eyes and was soon sleeping. The other two talked for awhile and fell asleep as well.

Dawn at the Ranch

Nobody was very hungry; nevertheless Victoria insisted they have breakfast. They worked for hours the night before and came up with information that might help solve the mystery.

"Let's go over what we have again," Victoria asked.

Jarrod looked at the list he wrote on his legal pad.

"Well, for one thing we can assume the "avenging angel" is someone close to Williams, a child or spouse. Nick seemed to remember him having a wife at the trial. I will inquire on possible offspring. This whole thing would require a great deal of money. Williams was imprisoned in the East, a cross county endeavor, hired help, possibly paying off someone inside at the hospital and maybe renting a property in the area, a vacant farm or house."

" Who could have known Nick was getting supplies. Only the family and Skippy, and Eb Anderson, the owner. Someone else knew, they didn't waste any time getting to the store."

Nick thought on what Jarrod said. I had to be followed he thought. But then discounted that, then they would have nabbed me outside the saloon.

"Nick, you must have been followed, retrace your steps from the time you and Heath left San Francisco."

"Okay Jarrod. Let's see I left the hotel about 730. Heath wasn't ready yet, he was gonna meet me at the station by 8. I got to the station, waited till almost eight, looking down the street for him, cussed him out and boarded the train. Just as we were gonna pull out, he came running up the aisle."

Nick smiled down into his coffee, remembering.

"His shirt was all wrinkled and buttoned wrong, hair all stickin' up, eyes all bloodshot, he looked like something a cat dragged home. He fell asleep, I met a beautiful woman, a countess, and we talked for awhile."

Audra raised an eyebrow and quizzed Nick

"A countess, now what could you two have in common to discuss?"

"Now why is it so hard to believe that a beautiful woman would be interested in me" Nick feigned anger.

They all laughed and for a moment the tension was forgotten.

"What can you tell me about her" Jarrod asked

"Beautiful, dark, about 25 or so, said she was a widow, Countess Anna Theresa Calavonti, her husband's name was Vincenzo, said she was from back east."

Jarrod wrote notes and Nick continued.

"I left her to go back to my seat and got tangled up with another woman, uh let's Jessica Hayes, blond, blue eyed, a real looker. She said she was looking to open a business in the valley and had partners with an interest. I didn't speak to her that long, she was young maybe 22 or so. I went to the dining car, got coffee and then we arrived."

"You didn't see anyone else, meet anyone suspicious?"

"Jarrod, I wasn't looking for suspects, how would I remember someone suspicious"

Nick furrowed his brow and then shook his head.

"Wait a minute, wait just a minute, there was someone else. An older woman, white hair, acted real funny. I had to get by her in the aisle, she was startled and recognized me, said I knew her son along time ago, but wouldn't tell me who he was."

Jarrod sat up and looked intently at Nick.

"This could be the break Nick. What else can you tell me about her?"

"That's it Jarrod, I walked past her to the dining car. I got off the train first, I looked for either of the two girls I met, but I didn't see them. Heath came along and that is about it."

"Well, with this information along with what the Army can add today when they arrive should be beneficial. Then with what Fred found out investigating recent property rentals, we may have something."

Jarrod saw Nick staring off to the side, his face puzzled.

"What?" He asked his younger sibling.

"Jarrod, how come they haven't got me yet. How could they still not know? There is a big piece of the puzzle missing."

Jarrod thought on Nick's words. It was odd that it was over 18 hours and the kidnappers hadn't realized Heath was not Nick. Unless they were hired help and Williams hadn't arrived yet.

"Maybe they don't know yet Nick."

"Jarrod how could they not know, my God it's been almost a full day."

"What if Williams isn't there yet? They must be hired help. Skippy only saw three men, not a woman. She wasn't there. Wherever she went, she hasn't returned yet."

A knock at the door led the four into the foyer. It was Billy and two deputized men. Billy informed the Barkley's that the deputies would remain at the ranch, and Billy would go back to town with Jarrod and Nick. The Army officials were due by 8 am and would they would meet the sheriff at Jarrod's office.

*

Dan woke first, the sun wasn't quite up yet. He stretched and crawled over to check on Heath. His breathing was okay, but he was still feverish. Dan reached behind his neck and removed the cloth, soaking it and wiping Heath's face and neck. Heath stirred and Dan poured him a glass of water and held it to his lips.

"Come on Heath, take a drink."

Heath recognized the voice and drank.

"Nick, Jarrod?"

"No, it's Dan. How you feeling?"

He tried hard but opening his eyes was difficult; nevertheless he finally got them opened.

"Thirsty." Heath managed to convey and accepted another glass of water, the last of it.

Ben was up by now and took the empty pitcher to the door, knocking on it. Several minutes later the door opened. The man looked in the room, without saying anything, took the empty pitcher and closed the door. A few minutes later the door opened again. He brought a full pitcher of water, some cups and several sandwiches. He put them on the table and left the room. Ben and Dan each took a sandwich, Ben handed a sandwich to Heath encouraging him to eat. About an hour later the door opened, and two figures walked in.

Ben and Dan both jumped up in front of the sleeping Heath as the door opened. . The woman looked at them and smiled, a coldness went up Dan's spine and Ben sensed the evil in this woman as well.

"So, how do you like your new home" she purred "Don't get too attached, you won't be here that long, just long enough for the truth to come out before you hang for your despicable actions"

"Who are you and why are you doing this?" Ben asked

"I'm the avenging angel, seeking justice for Josiah Williams."

Dan looked right at her, into those soulless eyes.

"The truth came out at the trial. Justice was served. You should have learned to live with it If he's accusing us, why isn't he here himself?"

She started to reply to him when she noticed the two of them hiding something.

"Where's Barkley?" She demanded, pushing Ben aside.

"What is going on here?" She shrieked.

"Who are you?" She seethed at Heath, clutching a fistful of his hair and banging his head hard against the wall. He was sluggish but defended himself as best he could trying to block her blows.

"Leave him alone" Dan ordered, trying to knock her from Heath. The rifle in his back stopped him.

"Answer me!" She demanded hitting his sling hard. Heath remained silent and just glared at her.

"GET IN HERE NOW!"

The others entered the room. She spun around frantic and nearly hysterical.

"What have you done? Who is he?"

She kicked Heath in the side. Ben saw him stiffen, wince and slide sideways but still remained silent.

"That's Nick Barkley, we nabbed him at the store, getting supplies, just like you said."

"This is not NICK BARKLEY!" she shrieked. "You fools! I showed you his picture."

"That little picture, a group shot, of his unit, 8 years ago, any of these guys looked like that." "Not that picture, the newspaper clipping."

She saw the three look at each and cursed them.

"You didn't even look at it, did you?"

They remained silent and looked at their feet.

"He signed the bill Nick, and the kid called him Mr. Barkley; he even said that's who he was." The largest of the three offered.

She looked at him with contempt.

"So you're a Barkley, must be a brother. Yes that's it, you're the younger brother."

She paced the room then turned to the three captives; a manic light seemed to glow from her eyes. Dan instinctively moved in front of Heath. Ben knelt at his side, sitting him back up and blocking her.

"Get me a rope." She commanded.

Ben and Dan exchanged worried glances as they flanked Heath. Heath looked at the two and nodded. He looked at the woman, who was obviously mad. Her manic laughter filled the room as the rope was flung over the beam in the center of the room Heath, this don't look good, he thought to himself, as they tied the rope.

"Get that miserable Barkley cur up. NOW!"

Dan's blood ran cold as he thought the worst. Both he and Ben stood in front of Heath. Ben tried to reason with her, which was a mistake.

"Look, he hasn't done anything wrong. He's hurt, let him go."

She nodded at the man with the rifle who swung it hard, connecting with Ben's leg. Ben fell, moaning and clutching the injured leg.

Dan stood firm. Heath didn't say anything but tried to get up on his own, and staggered. Dan steadied him and met his gaze. Heath grabbed his arm and Dan looked into those blue eyes with as much pride and admiration as he could convey. Heath got it, and nodded his thanks.

The man kept the rifle on Dan. She turned to Dan.

"You get any ideas, I can have him put a bullet in you knee that will pain you every miserable day of your life."

Heath hobbled over to the maniac, who laughed at him He had been putting the pieces together and had a good idea of who she was.

"You're a fool Barkley. Didn't you realize you would be caught? Why would you risk your life for that yellow-bellied dog, Nick Barkley?"

Heath looked her in the eye with all the vile and contempt he could muster.

"Go to hell and take your lunatic father with you."

White fury seemed to radiate from her body. She shook with rage as she turned. "That's it, you're his daughter!" Dan spat.

"Unlock his chain." She growled as she ripped his arm out of the sling.

Heath bit his lip but didn't utter a sound. She tied the noose around his injured arm and pulled it taut, and handed the other end of the rope to the large man. She nodded and he pulled Heath up, so that his body weight was being supported by the injured arm. Heath felt hot pain shooting up his arm and through his chest, he bit his lip till it bled. She laughed and danced around him, then got angry at his lack of response. Blood soaked through his shirt and ran down his arm.

She nodded again, he dropped the rope and Heath fell into a heap, but still didn't give her the satisfaction of crying out.

This action was repeated. Ben couldn't watch, feeling frustrated that they could do nothing to help Nick's brother. Dan heart ached, he couldn't believe the strength Heath showed. He had to do something to distract her, taking his chances he addressed her

"You better start praying, because I will kill you, if given the chance."

She just laughed.

"You're in no position to make a threat, Preston."

Finally, on the third attempt Heath's head lolled against his chest, as he passed out. Dan gave a silent prayer of thanks. Heath fell in a heap on the floor and didn't move.

"This isn't fun anymore, get rid of him" she said kicking him viciously in the ribs one last time.

.Dan and Ben watched as they left the room and the large man threw Heath over his shoulder.

Heath couldn't feel pain anymore. His head was light but his body felt heavy and he was so tired. He felt the himself being lifted and tried hard to open his eyes. He didn't want Dan to feel bad.

Dan's eyes were full of emotion as he watched Nick's brave little brother being carried from the room. He sat down and sighed hard, feeling helpless that he couldn't help Heath more. Then to his amazement, he saw Heath lift his head slightly and wink at Dan, smiling weakly. Dan returned the smile and nodded at Heath. At least he was still alive.

Dan watched the sunrise and wondered if it would be his last.

**

Jarrod stood up and to greet Major John Dennison of the Army's branch office in Sacramento. Nick had gone to get the sheriff and while they waited for the pair to return, Jarrod showed the Major the clues he had gathered. Major Dennison scanned the letters and notes Jarrod made. He offered Jarrod the background information he gathered on Williams.

"In 1866 Josiah Williams was committed to a Military Hospital near Albany, NY in the Criminally Insane section. He remained there till 2 months ago, when he disappeared overnight. The only family he had was a wife, Eunice and a daughter Elizabeth. They were faithful visitors."

"We had no witnesses in Denver when Benton Smith was taken, his wife was blindfolded she never saw the captors. After they took Smith out of the bedroom, one of them handed her the envelope and mentioned the trial of retribution. She figured out it was about Williams, since Smith is a school teacher, the only trial he was involved is was his testimony at the court martial. She contacted us and wired Dan Preston. Dan replied to her that he would contact Nick. By the time we got to Nevada, Williams people were there already, they knew Preston was headed here. Then we got your message."

Jarrod walked around his desk and thought on all the new information, wondering where Nick and the Sheriff were.

"Do you have his hospital records, interviews with him? Is he family still alive?"

Major Dennison opened the case he carried and took out more folders.

"He got worse as the years went on. Swore revenge on your brother and the others, called them cowards, deserting their posts, he was totally deranged. The wife died about 3 years ago."

Nick walked down the street and saw Fred leaving the Sheriff's office, he waved over and the lawman joined him.

"Jarrod wants us to meet him at his office, the Army's representative from Sacramento will be there soon."

Fred nodded and walked slightly ahead of Nick. Something caught Nick's eye and he turned in amazement and saw her.

"Fred, Fred!" He cried, causing the sheriff to turn.

"That's her." He pointed to an older woman in a brown dress who disappeared around the corner towards the hotel. Nick ran after her instructing Fred to get Jarrod.

"Tell Jarrod I saw the old lady from the train, I think she's headed for the hotel, I don't want to lose her. Get Jarrod."

"What lady Nick?" Fred said stopping.

"Nick come back here!" Fred ran after Nick who was younger, quicker and was way ahead of him. Nick turned the corner. He stopped momentarily and was concentrating hard on keeping his eye out on the old lady. He never saw the gun that slammed into his head. The large man threw Nick over his shoulder and carried him out the alley behind the livery and loaded him into a closed carriage.

Fred rounded the corner and didn't see Nick or the old woman. He got to the Hotel and saw her seated in the lobby.

"Excuse me Ma'am, I'm Sheriff Madden and I would like to speak with you a moment."

She looked up and nodded.

He turned to the clerk at the desk.

"Pete, did Nick Barkley run in here a few minutes ago?"

The clerk shook his head.

"Nope, haven't seen Nick today. Shame about his brother."

The woman looked the sheriff and got upset.

"Who are you ma'am?" He inquired.

"My name is Winifred Reed."

Fred thought of Jarrod waiting and instructed the woman to come with him. They walked to Jarrod's office. Fred was dismayed that Nick wasn't there. Jarrod looked up from his desk when they entered.

"Where's Nick and who is this with you?"

"This is Winifred Reed. I'm not sure what this has to do with Heath, but Nick spotted her on our way over and said to tell you it was the lady from the train. Well Jarrod, Nick is a lot faster than me. I was walking ahead of him, he just turned back and ran flat out. He gave chase when he spotted Mrs. Reed up the street. By the time I turned the corner, he was gone. He never made it to the hotel. I'm sorry Jarrod, I really am. I yelled at him to wait but he's so impatient."

Jarrod sat down hard and took a full minute to recover. Looking over at the woman, who was now seated on his couch, he thought both of his brothers' lives may depend on her information. He directed his full attention to her.

"Start talking." he commanded.

Nick's first thought was that he had a bad hangover and couldn't remember the pleasure of the party. His head throbbed and he groaned loudly, trying to sit up, feeling the room spin around. He felt a pair of hands steady him and opened his eyes, trying to see who the blurry forms were in front of him. The voice cleared things up fast.

"Nick, Nick, come on, time to get up." Dan said slapping Nick lightly on the cheek.

Nick opened his eyes again and his vision cleared. He shook his head and attempted to stand up but was restrained by Dan.

"Sit tight, you got a nice gash on the side of your head."

Nick felt the bandage and winced when his hand brushed the tender spot on the side of his head where he was clubbed.

"Where are we? How did I get here?" He moaned confused.

"Near as I can tell we are in a farmhouse outside town, near a train station. You been out cold for a couple hours."

Nick pulled his knees up, laid his head across them and looked past Dan and saw a man with thinning red hair offer a weak greeting.

"Nice to see you again Nick, I'd get up but..." he tapped the injured leg.

"Ben?"

Nick winced and still wasn't clear on things. Then he looked at Dan and it all came back.

"Heath!" He cried trying to push himself up, the room was spinning around him as Dan caught him and sat him back down.

"Take it easy Nick!" Dan ordered.

Nick looked at Dan and saw Ben turn away.

"Where is he Dan?" Nick implored, clutching Dan's lapels, his eyes desperately seeking an answer.

"Nick, they found out this morning about the mix-up. We tried but.."

Nick looked over Dan's shoulder and saw the noose and the drops of dried blood on the floor.

"Oh God No!"

He dropped his head onto he knees. He suddenly felt cold all over and sat stunned.

Dan grabbed him and pulled his head up.

"Nick, he was alive when they took him out. It's not what it looks like."

"What happened?"

Ben and Dan exchanged a worried look, not knowing what Nick's reaction would be to Heath's tortured stance.

"I want to know everything Dan, tell me" his steadfast look of determination gave Dan no choice.

Ben started.

"They dumped him in here yesterday afternoon, he had a stab wound in the shoulder and some busted ribs. I cleaned him up the best I could. Dan arrived about 6 p.m. or so. Heath was feverish and we patched up the ribs and shoulder. We talked for awhile, told him about Williams and why he was arrested."

Dan picked up the story.

"We talked about serving with you in the war, what kind of soldier you were. Funny thing Nick he had you pegged, he really knows you."

Dan smile disappeared and he looked away before continuing.

"She arrived this morning. We didn't know what her connection was to Williams at first, but she is as crazy as they come. Mean, spiteful, maniacal, totally gone. When she spotted Heath she was furious, she went nuts. Apparently those 3 henchmen never looked at the picture she gave them."

He sighed deeply, trying to avoid Nick's contorted stare.

"Nick, are you sure you want to hear..."

"Finish"

Nick uttered from where his head rested face down on his drawn up knees. He looked up at the noose as Dan proceeded.

"She told them to get a rope. Ben tried to stop them and hurt his leg."

"They held a rifle to Dan, wouldn't let him interfere. She was out of control, started insulting you again. He hadn't uttered a word to this point, no matter what they did to him. He looked right in her eyes, told her to "Go to Hell and take your lunatic father with you."

Nick looked up gave a slight smile. Knowing Heath, he could almost picture his defiance and steely eyed stare, a look he'd become very familiar with and was proud of his stance. . "His daughter, you sure?"

"It caught her off guard, it's her."

Dan took a deep breath, pulled his hands through his hair and continued.

"She had them tie the noose around his left shoulder" he swallowed hard "and then they lifted him up and .... "

Nick rose and walked over to the rope, he was just able to reach it, touching the dark stains, he closed his eyes and tried to shut out the pain. Heath's blood. His shoulders sagged and Dan was right behind him, offering support.

"We tried to get it down, but we couldn't reach it. I didn't want you to see it."

Ben interjected.

"He might not look like you Nick, but you two are cut from the same cloth. That kid has more guts than..." Ben didn't finish his thought.

Dan continued to hold onto Nick who couldn't tear his gaze away from the rope.

"You'd have been proud of him Nick, he never cried out once. Never uttered a sound.."

Nick wanted to tear the rope down with his bare hands; it was just too far. He clawed at it desperately, growling in anger. Pacing the room in frustration, pulling on the chains on his ankles. Finally, he staggered and caught his breath. Nick turned to face Dan who was gripping his arm and walked over to where Ben lie on the floor.

"I'm glad you were here with him, that he wasn't alone."

"They kept trying to break him, but he never gave in, he finally passed out."

"Where did they take him?" "I don't know Nick, but he winked at me and gave a little smile on his way out. We have to hope that he is still alive."

Nick turned to the window before looking back at his two comrades. He had a cold, hard look in his eye and said without remorse.

"There won't be a place they can hide from me. I'll take care of them for what they have done."

Dan walked over and put an arm around Nick's shoulder.

"You'll have to get in line behind me, old friend."

"Well now isn't this a touching little scene." She sneered as she entered.

Nick froze when he heard the voice, he spun around and stared at her with nothing but hate in his continence.

"You!" He spat out.

"Yes, Nick Barkley. I really enjoyed our little chat yesterday on the train. Funny thing about you Barkley's, you have too many character flaws. You're a coward and the brother of yours is a fool. Didn't even have the sense to cry out when we took the rope to him."

"I'll kill you!" Nick loathed and lunged for her.

"No Nick!! Dan warned seeing the gun. He threw himself at Nick just as the shot rang out. "You idiot!! We needed them all alive" she screamed at the gunman.

Dan sat up and turned to Nick, who remained motionless.

"Nick, Nick," Dan called as he rolled his friend over and was relieved to see Nick scowled and accepted a hand getting up, holding his thigh. "You're hit," Dan said concerned at the blood running through Nick's fingers.

"I'm okay, it just grazed my leg."

"Pity." she snickered.

Nick turned and with a poisonous look addressed her.

"Where is my brother?"

His icy stare a contradiction to the boiling blood that surged through his being.

"Oh well, let's count shall we."

Her eye's lit up with glee as she danced around Nick.

"Maybe he's buried in the cellar. "

She looked and Nick and was rewarded by the pained expression that greeted her.

"Or maybe he's outback staked out in the hot sun, just waiting for buzzards."

She was enjoying this and continued as she walked towards the door, laughing as she exited. "Or maybe you'll never know."

Nick watched horrified. Dan was right, she was totally mad.

"We need a plan."

Ben said handing Dan some leftover strips to use on Nick's leg.

"We need a miracle."

Nick countered, dropping his pants to inspect the damage. It was deep enough to cause more than a little bleeding, but could have been worse. He hurt like hell, between the headache and the leg throbbing. Nick sat down and applied pressure, waiting for the bleeding to stop and Dan tied together the remaining strips of cloth, enough for a secure bandage. Dan took out the flask and poured the whiskey on Nick's leg.

Nick sucked his breath in through his clenched teeth and waiting for the heat in his leg to subside.

"Next time we're having a drink, I'll pour." He joked through gritted teeth, as he stood, to Dan who was wrapping his leg.

Nick put his pants back on and hopped over to the window, where Dan gave him the chair to sit on.

Nick looked out the window and recognized the terrain. Dan and Ben joined him.

"We're near the livery stop."

"That would explain the train whistles."

"We're not far from town, maybe 10 miles or so. Why would she risk being this close to town? With all he places she could have picked."

"Why hasn't Williams made an appearance? You would think he would have been anxious, I mean that is all he talked about, getting his revenge."

The other two sat down near Nick and the trio was quiet, each lost in thought.

Nick's hazel eyes scanned the horizon; his thoughts zoned in on one thing only.

"Where are you brother?"

All the eyes in the room were trained on Winifred Reed as she began to speak.

"I met your brother Nick on train yesterday. I hadn't seen him in the three years since that boy died and Frank was fired."

"What boy?" Jarrod asked.

"My son Frank was a bad drinker and gambler, kept losing jobs. I finally pleaded with him to straighten his life out. He got a job on your ranch, your brother was more than fair, he knew about Frank and hired him anyway. For the first few months, it look good, I was happy and relieved. Then he started playing cards again, and the drinking started. Mr. Barkley warned him about it but he kept it up. Finally, one night in town, he got into a drunken argument. It was during a card game; there was a fight and a shooting. An innocent 17-year-old boy, walking with his folks from the train station, was shot, injured badly. Your brother fired him. He came to the house and offered me Frank's wages for the rest of the month, since Frank would be in jail. He is a good man, your brother. Well, I hadn't seen him since that day and I was so embarrassed when I saw him yesterday. I ran away from him. I felt bad after and when the train stopped, I wanted to apologize. I waited on the platform till everyone got off, just as I was going to approach him, a young woman walked up behind him and I could have sworn she was pointing something at him. Before I could do anything, another man, younger with blond hair, who was right behind her, called out to him. She panicked and walked quickly away. He seemed very distracted, so I didn't bother approaching him."

The major walked over to her with a newspaper clipping

"Mrs. Reed, is this the woman you saw, she'd be about 7 years older now."

Winifred Reed looked at the teenage girl in the photograph and nodded.

"That's her. I saw her again yesterday at the livery. She rented a large, closed carriage."

"Thank you Mrs. Reed, you've been a big help, on behalf of my family, please accept my thanks" he said helping her up as the sheriff waited to escort her out.

Fred asked Mrs. Reed to wait outside for a minute and went back over to Jarrod, handing him a piece of paper.

"This is a list of the properties in the area that were vacant and recently rented or purchased. Tim wrote down a description of the renters. Jarrod, only two were rented by a woman, and both had dark hair. I can show the picture to Tim if you think it will help."

"Thanks Fred, how about asking Tim to run over here real quick, he might have information we can use, tell him to bring any documents related to these transactions."

"Will do Jarrod."

"Who is she?" Jarrod asked as the major handed him the clipping.

Jarrod read the caption under the photo aloud.

"Mrs. Eunice Williams and her daughter Elizabeth leave for New York after the trial of Josiah Williams ended with a conviction."

Jarrod looked at the girl and nodded.

"Nick talked with her. He told me about this woman, she said her name was Countess Anna Theresa Calavonti. Nick said her husband, Vincenzo was deceased and that she appeared to be very wealthy."

Major Dennison looked through the notes and shook his head.

"We have no records of her recent actions. After her mother died three years ago, we lost track of her. I'll wire Washington and see if we can confirm this."

Jarrod picked through the pile of notes, letters and other memo's in the major's files on his desk. A sealed letter fell out. Jarrod showed it to the Major, who opened it. He scanned its contents and handed it back to Jarrod. The letter was dated 4 months ago from Mrs. V. Calavonti informing the hospital that she wanted her father transferred to a hospital near her New York home due to his terminal illness."

"We can contact New York District Attorney's office and have them get the information on her."

**

"Leave him here." He said jumping out of the ditch.

The two felons looked down at the still, bloodied figure on the ground. One bent over him and placed a hand over his face.

"He's dead" came the reply as they rolled him over into the hole.

The other pickup up a shovel, but was interrupted by a loud clap of thunder. Angry, black clouds rolled across the sky as the intense heat was broken. Large drops fell in abundance. He threw down the shovel.

"Forget it, let's go!"

**

"I hope this helps Mr. Barkley. We're all shocked about Nick and Heath" Tim Cassidy said as he handed Jarrod a list and sat with a small stack of folders.

"Thanks Tim. What can you tell me about recent rentals in the area? Possibly by this woman" Jarrod said scanning the list as he handed Tim the picture.

Tim studied the picture and shook his head.

"Sorry Jarrod, although we had two recent rentals by a dark haired woman, one was very pregnant and much shorter than this woman. The other was much older."

Jarrod uncharacteristically banged the desk in frustration. He felt helpless, like the last grains of sand in the hourglass were running out. He stood and looked the window as the rain poured down. Where are they?

Tim watched Jarrod with sympathy. He wanted so much to help and now it seemed hopeless. Jarrod suddenly turned and sat down, looking through the files Tim brought over. He quickly dismissed the remaining three.

"Thanks anyway Tim." He said dejected.

"Jarrod, I'll keep looking. Maybe something will turn up."

Jarrod nodded as Tim left. He folded his arms and put his head on the desk and closed his eyes. Try as he may, the only images he saw were that of his brothers; laughing, riding, working and fighting. He heard the door slam and opened his eyes to find Major Dennison rush in, throwing off a poncho he handed Jarrod a note.

"I got a wire from Elliot Carter of the New York D.A.'s office."

Jarrod sat up and shook off his temporary melancholic mood.

"Seems this orderly, a guy named John Gordon, goes by Bulldog, who took care of her father for years disappeared the day Williams did. A big, burly, very strong and very devoted. Matches the description your young witness at the store gave us. He also said that Williams at that time, had only a few months to live, his lungs are shot. The daughter's marriage checks out, her husband death was suspicious and is still under investigation. He was very wealthy."

It was just about 12:30 p.m. when Tim rushed into Jarrod's office.

"Anything?" Jarrod queried hopefully.

"Maybe. I remembered an unusual visitor from about 1 week ago, she was interested in renting a property in the area, told me to get a list together and she'd be back. She was so strange, not very nice at all, seemed peculiar."

"Why do you say that Tim?" Jarrod's brow furrowed.

"Well, for one thing she came back later for her appointment and said to forget it, she remembered she had an uncle in the area, near the livery stop. I said Jeb Miller, she nodded and left."

"I don't follow you," Jarrod said, his blue eyes intense.

"Well, Jarrod, she was a nun. Jeb isn't catholic. How could that be? He don't have any family" he looked at the notes he had written.

"Oh yeah, she gave her name as Sister Anna Theresa."

Jarrod's heart almost stopped. His blue eyes widened as jumped up and ran around the desk. He grabbed Tim and clapped him on the back.

"Tim, keep your fingers crossed, you may have just saved my brothers' lives."

Major Dennison was one step ahead of Jarrod.

"I'll get my men and meet Fred and ride out there. How far is it?"

"About 10 miles" Jarrod shouted over the thunder.

Just before noon, the door opened and the three armed men approached the trio. Two remained with guns drawn the third ordered them to turn around and face the wall, hands up. He unlocked their chains and told them to move. The trial was about to begin.

They were lead upstairs. Ben and Nick limped slowly holding the rail for support. Dan followed them, not missing the pain in every step Nick took and the blood seeping through his bandage.

They entered a large bedroom which contained two tables at opposite ends. They were ushered to one of the tables, and sat down. A chair was sat in the middle of the floor between the tables.

Several minutes later they heard footsteps and waited as the door opened and he entered.

Nick watched the nearly skeletal form, huddled in a wheelchair, as he passed by. He was in full uniform, although it hung on him like a scarecrow. The face may be gaunt, the hair white, but the eye's were still bright with lunacy. Nick felt the heat rising in him, like a hostile volcano. His rage could be quelled no more. He jumped up and would have thrown himself over the table had not Ben pulled him back.

"Not now." he said nodding to the rifles aimed at him.

"Well Lt. Barkley, you still can't control that temper. Shame you never put that energy to good use. You were a coward then, still are." He wheezed.

"You'll never get away with this, you evil bastard. You got things a little backwards. You're the coward, all those men died on account of you and your lunatic behavior that night."

She opened a large notebook and looked over at them before continuing.

"You are charged with cowardice, desertion of duties, and disobeying direct orders. After the events of the night in question are corrected, the execution will commence."

Dan shook his head at the two of them, mad as hatters. He stood and glared at Williams as she walked over.

"The only injustice done was that you didn't die that night. You were worse than a coward. You let your men down, lead them to a slaughter. You will burn in hell. Pity you didn't die on that road. You don't deserve to..."

He never got a chance to finish. She clubbed him hard with a pistol. Dan fell back and slumped sideways in the chair. Nick turned to get up to assist Dan and felt her fingers tracing a path down his chest under his shirt. She leaned into his ear and purred.

"What a waste. What fun we could have had."

He pushed her away in disdain as he bent over Dan. "Take your filthy hands off of me you mad witch"

"Enough!" Williams hollered.

"Elizabeth sit down, these proceedings must begin."

She scowled at Nick as she walked back to the table. Dan was still out cold, but the wound wasn't bleeding too much and he was breathing okay. Nick felt himself shoved back in his seat.

"Corp. Benton Smith" she said nodding to the vacant chair.

Ben limped over to the chair and sat down. Much to his surprise he didn't have any fear in him as he stared at Williams. One of the brute's stood next to him.

"Smith, what say you about your behavior on the early morning of April 1, 1865"

Williams wheezed heavily.

"I arrived that night after riding all day from General Sheridan's headquarters north of Five Forks. His orders, YOUR DIRECT ORDERS, were to push north, meet up with Major Warren's divisions and support the stand against Lee and Pickett, drive them back past the Railroad. I did as I was ordered."

"You duty was to engage the enemy, to take the hill. Your cowardice cost us..."

"YOUR THE COWARD YOU TWISTED OLD FOOL!" Nick bellowed rising despite the pain.

"Mr. Barkley one more word out of you and you'll be bound and gagged" she peppered and nodded. Nick's outburst was rewarded by Ben being slugged in the mouth. Blood ran from his mouth where his lip split.

Nick twisted in the chair, calling all the reserve he had in him to remain seated.

Ben continued.

"You disobeyed orders and incited a mutiny. As a witness, it was my duty to report you to General Sheridan. I did nothing wrong. I have nothing to confess."

Good for you, Nick thought as Ben stood up looked Williams right in the eye and said.

"May God have mercy on your pathetic soul."

Ben turned, not caring what the consequences would be and walked back to the table. He smiled weakly back at Nick whose admiration shown through. Nick surveyed the situation. How can we get out? Without the chains, their only means of escape were here or outside before the hanging. Sighing he thought of Jarrod and prayed for a rescue. Ben's voice drew him back.

"Dan, Dan can you hear me."

Ben was looking down at Dan whose eyes were opened but who said nothing.

"Hey, you okay Grayhawk?" Nick chided him then frowned with concern as Dan made no move.

"Come on Dan, you're scaring me." He said shaking Dan slightly.

"Well I guess there's a first time for everything. Never thought I hear you use the word 'scared'" Dan said turning to Nick and wincing, holding his head.

With a hand on Dan's shoulder, Nick stood and addressed Williams, his eyes hard.

"Enough of this nonsense. I'll tell you what happened."

He said recalling all to well the events that took place shortly after midnight on April 1 1965:

A chilly rain fell as Nick watched for the scout to return. His wool uniform was itchy to begin with but in the rain, it gave him fits. Major Williams approached, he returned Nick's salute.

"Lt. Barkley!"

"Sir. nothing yet. I suggest we proceed northward, as the General directed. Maj. Warren's expecting us as Five Forks by dawn. We need to push on."

"Major Warren's not here, I'm your C.O., do I make myself clear"

"Yes sir." Nick gritted as William turned away.

Nick shook his head and threw the bitter excuse for coffee away.

"Damn him!"

"More talk like that and you'll be demoted to a lowly Sgt. like me." Dan razzed his young friend.

"You'd like that wouldn't you. He's acting funny tonight. I don't like it. If there are troops to the east, he's gonna engage. It will be a bloodbath."

"Rider coming!" Jenkins hollered from his post.

The scout jumped off the horse as Maj. Williams walked over, Nick and Dan close behind.

"A large contingent of Rebel troops directly east of us sir, moving northeast. If we stay the course we'll be fine."

"The devil you say. You're a soldier, you don't run away from a fight." They looked in disbelief as Williams's eyes took on an unnatural glow.

Dan shook his head. "This is going to be bad," he said watching Nick's rage rise to the boiling point.

"Major Williams, sir, we have orders to push on to Five Forks."

"I GIVE THE ORDERS BARKLEY AND DON'T YOU FORGET IT" he said poking Nick in the chest.

"YOUR ORDERS CAME DIRECTLY FROM GENERAL SHERIDAN, WE ARE TO REPORT THERE IMMEDIATELY. YOUR ARE DISOBEYING A DIRECT ORDER."

"Get your men Barkley, we're taking that hill."

"NO SIR!"

"Did I hear correctly?"

"You don't seem to hear anything correctly, sir." Nick spat out venomously.

Williams threw Nick aside and called the troops together.

"The enemy is upon us, we will attack, take the hill. That an order gentlemen. Get to it." He said mounting his horse, sword in the air.

"Sir, You are disobeying direct orders, we cannot stray from our course. Sir, the brass is aware of that large Rebel contingent's movements. We are not to engage, we are needed to flank Maj. Warren and secure the Railroad" Ben argued in vain.

Williams ignored him and continued to babble.

"Come on are you soldiers or cowards, let's drive those Rebs back to Dixie."

"NO" Nick shouted

"YOUR ORDERS ARE TO MOVE NORTH, WE'RE OUTNUMBERED, YOU'RE LEADING THEM TO A SLAUGHTER."

Major Williams rode off, with a couple dozen men. The remainder were confused, scattering.

Nick took charge, with an authoritative tone than immediately squelched any reprisals.

"Line Up, we're moving out. Preston you and Jenkins take the lead, I'll bring up the rear. We need to move it; Gen. Sheridan's expecting us by dawn. Let's go."

Nick looked at Williams; his blue-gray eyes were as cold as ice.

"You disobeyed orders and incited a mutiny. That is the only truth."

Ben helped Dan up. Standing next to Nick, Dan spoke calmly but coldly.

"The blood of those men is on your hands. You killed them. They never had a chance." "What were you thinking rushing uphill outnumbered more than 10 to 1." Ben added.

"ENOUGH OF YOUR LIES. YOU'LL HANG FOR YOUR DEEDS. YOU RUINED ME." Williams was gasping and Elizabeth called a 10-minute recess. Wheeling him out of the room, the guards remained.

The Railroad Livery Stop

Jack Carter sat in the depot, waiting for the 1230 train. The train carrying his cattle was late, due to the weather. He paced back and forth and finally he sat down.

Andy Harper the stationmaster came out from the kitchen carrying coffee; he handed a cup to Jack. The two talked for a few minutes when the door flew open and a man fell in, landing on all fours. For a moment nobody moved then Jack looked closer at the mud-covered, battered body in the doorway.

"Son, you need some help?" He moved to assist the young man.

He seemed shocked and shook his head and laughed. When Jack got close enough, the man collapsed and fell into his arms. He eased the body down on the bench and was taken aback when he saw who it was.

"Andy, Andy get over here!!"

Andy returned with towels and a blanket.

"Look who it is. My God, boy where'd you come from?"

He looked up at them, dazed, pained and weary. "Wire the sheriff...hurry...they're gonna die...please...now...Miller Farm," and he passed out.

"GET THAT WIRE OFF AND GET A DOCTOR, THIS BOY'S HURT."

He used the towels to clean him up as best he could.

"You take it easy Heath, you're gonna be okay."

*

She returned and nodded to the guards, who led the three downstairs and towards the backdoor. He was seated in the kitchen. They were forced down on the bench against the wall across from him. One guard stood looking out the backdoor. The other two flanked Dan and Ban who were on the ends of the bench.

"You will be executed shortly, after I have lunch."

She brought him a plate of food and started to feed him; he looked over at Nick and with mad maliciousness.

"Oh Barkley, give my regards to your brother when you get to hell."

Nick growled and lunged knocking the old man out of his chair; an attack which took them by surprise. At Nick's movements, Dan and Ben each leapt sideways. Ben and his gunman rolled into the dining room, struggling for the gun. Dan knocked his man into the guy at the door and all three fell outside. Nick grabbed the gun from Elizabeth who pummeled him with her fists and then reached for a knife from the cupboard. When he ordered her to drop it, she lunged at him, he fired and she fell into a dead heap. Williams wasn't moving. Nick felt his neck, there was no pulse, he saw the pool of blood forming under Williams's head where it hit the edge of the table.

Nick got to his feet when he heard the shots from outside. From the doorway he saw Dan down and Bulldog loading the rifle. Nick shot rang true and Bulldog fell dead. He ran outside where he found the two dead gunmen. He knelt by Dan and fearing the worst, turned him over. He was breathing and Nick could find no wounds. He must have just passed out from the head injury. Nick limped back inside to check on Ben. Ben was still struggling with the wounded gunman. The two had rolled into the foyer and crashed through the door into the makeshift holding area. Nick got there just in time, and grabbed the offensive assailant by the back of the neck.

He cocked the gun and held it against the man's knee.

"Where is he? You tell me or I'll start putting bullets in you."

The man said nothing. Nick started to count, when he got to four, the man nodded.

"He's dead, we buried him."

Nick didn't and wouldn't believe it. Heath wasn't dead. Between the unrelenting throbbing in his leg and the pain in his head, the little that remained of his temper just snapped. His face contorted and he said in a steely voice through gritted teeth.

"I'm gonna ask you again. Where is my brother?"

"I'm telling you he's dead, we buried him, he..."

Nick didn't hear the voices. Nick didn't feel the arms pulling on him. All he knew was the power that surged through him as he closed his hands around the villain's neck.

** They rode like the wind and reached the farm in record time. Jarrod's heart was racing as fast as the horse. He shuddered when he spotted the three nooses strung outside on a makeshift gallows. Thankfully, they were empty, a good sign he hoped. The major called for them to halt just beyond the front yard. The thunder aided them in that their presence went unnoticed. He directed one soldier to skirt the perimeter and report back.

"Sir, Sir on the double." The Major saw his Lt. running from the back of the house and around the side.

"We got two gunmen dead as well as Williams and his daughter. One of the captives was found alive in the backyard."

Jarrod followed the Major in the front door just as Nick's rage was in full force. Nick was oblivious to the voices and it took Jarrod and the Major to pull him off the man.

Nick sat in the middle of the floor seemingly in shock. Ben sat up next to him. Jarrod sat down next to Nick and beckoned his brother to come back.

Nick finally blinked and turned from Jarrod to the Major to the dead man.

"Jarrod? How did you get....Where did you come from?..." He shook his head as if to clear it.

"Are you all right" he said checking Nick's leg and looking at the black eye, bruises and bandaged head.

"I'm okay," he groaned and allowed him a minute to lean back on Jarrod and collect him.

"Where's Heath?"

Nick didn't answer right away. Jarrod had never Nick in this much pain. He knew the words that Nick couldn't utter.

"Heath is....."

Nick couldn't get the words out. He just sat there and Jarrod sat down next to him, putting hand on Nick's knee.

"Williams and that...his demon seed," Ben asked.

"Dead," Jarrod answered.

"Not good enough," Ben said painfully though his split lip.

"Not after what they did, they should have suffered some, like he did. It's not right."

"I know, Ben, I know."

"He suffered Jarrod, they..." he lowered his head, resting it on a drawn up knee.

Jarrod followed Nick's pained gaze and noticed the noose.

"Now do you understand?" Nick asked quietly.

Jarrod blue eyes were full of rage. He turned to the soldier in the doorway and pointed to the offensive object.

"Cut that down!"

Major Dennison's men helped the three injured victims into the living room, where they cleaned them up and waited for a wagon to transport them to the Barkley ranch. The unconscious Dan lay on the couch in the living room, while the others sat on chairs nearby. One of the soldiers reported that the upstairs was empty.

Major Dennison entered the room with a very grim look on his face.

"What?" Nick said sensing something was very wrong.

Looking at both men, Dennison sighed heavily.

"I'm sorry, we found a grave in the cellar."

"Oh, No."

Jarrod closed his eyes to the pain and felt Nick's hand on his shoulder and the two sat there stunned. Nick never felt pain like this; there wasn't any way to quell it.

"Sir, Sir," a young private raced up the stairs.

"It's an old man buried down there."

"Thank God!" A trio of voices said.

"Where is he Jarrod? What did they do to him?" Nick queried ruefully.

The rain stopped as the wagon arrived. Nick refused to leave, stating until they had Heath, he had no intention on going anywhere. The Major sympathized but told Nick his men would search the surrounding area, and that with all his injuries, it would be best for him to see a Doctor. Nick argued that the Doctor could be brought here. Jarrod saw the exhaustion on Nick's face and knew he was wearing down.

"Nick, let's go home. You're bleeding, Dan and Ben are hurt."

Nick gave in under protest and the three men were loaded on a wagon. Dan woke up as they started out. Sitting up and swaying he looked around, dazed.

"What happened. How did the army get here?"

"All in good time Dan. It's a long story."

Dan looked around and attempted to crawl out the back. Jarrod grabbed him and sat him down

"Where are you going?"

"I'm not leaving without Heath."

Nick moved by Ben so that one was one either side. He grabbed Dan and pulled him over.

"We'll find him. He's out there somewhere. No matter what condition he's in, I'm bringing him home."

The wagon slowed in front of the livery stop on the railroad as the Sheriff's flagged them down.

"Why are we stopping here?" Nick demanded.

"I ain't got time for this, let's go."

"We got another passenger for you."

"WHAT!" Nick hollered, wincing as the decibel of his voice shot through his head.

"What kind of nonsense is this. Let's move!"

"Nick, take it easy. What 's this about Fred?"

Fred asked Jarrod to step inside. Jarrod climbed off the cart as Nick's protests followed him.

"Fred, can you tell me why..."

Jarrod's blinked in disbelief and then ran to his brother's side.

Heath looked up at him and offered a weak smile.

"Hey counselor, it's sure good to see you."

Jarrod hugged his brother to his chest.

"Brother Heath, you took the words out of my mouth."

Jarrod looked at Doctor Merar who was sitting next to Heath.

"How is he?"

"Lucky to be alive. Broken ribs, infected and dislocated shoulder, fever, blood loss, exhaustion." He shook his head.

"You Barkley's sure keep me busy."

"It might be a long day for you Doc, I got three more patients in the wagon." They both heard Nick's tirade, all the way through the walls.

"Nothing wrong with his voice anyway." Heath groaned

"Dan and Ben?"

"Battered a bit, but all are okay. Come on. Let's get you in the wagon before Nick's bellow breaks a window."

Nick watched as the door finally opened.

"Well it's about time. Get a move on Jar.."

Jarrod looked up just in time to see Nick's stunned face turn out that great Nick smile, a one of a kind beauty.

Jarrod and Fred lifted Heath in the wagon .Ben moved over so Heath could sit next to Nick.

"See you at the house Doctor." Jarrod directed.

Nick looked over at Heath and finally words were able to work their way out. Wrapping an arm around his brother's shoulder, his eyes were full.

"Boy you sure are a sight for sore eyes."

Heath looked at Nick's black eye and smiled.

"Looks like if anybody knows, you would."

He groaned and stiffened against Nick's shoulder as the wagon started. Nick noticed how pale he was and couldn't look at the sling and bandaged shoulder without shuddering.

"You're gonna be fine. You just rest now," Nick said softly.

"Think I'll do just that. I sure am tired. This business of being Nick Barkley is awful wearin' on a body," he said as he fell asleep his head resting on Nick's shoulders.

Everyone laughed and Jarrod thought how good that felt after the last few days.

. Four days later, mid day . Dan and Nick stood outside watching Ben's carriage pull away. The next reunion would be a happy one, Dan's wedding in the spring. They walked over to the corral, Nick going slow, leaning heavily on his cane. They watched the hands working a stallion.

Dan looked over at the house and looked back at Nick

"Nick, how long was Heath a P.O.W.?"

Nick looked up started and asked incredulously

"He tell you about that?"

"Not with words. Ben mentioned his brother's deterioration at Andersonville. I saw it in Heath's eyes, his body language."

"Seven months. He don't talk about it much."

"He should. Nick I wasted so many years, bitter, angry, harboring resentment. My silence did a lot of damage to my brother and father. He's young, he shouldn't waste any more time. I know, I regret the years I can't get back with my father."

Dan turned and walked in the house. Nick hobbled behind and stayed downstairs when he saw Dan go up to Heath's room.

Dan knocked on the door and was glad the Heath was up to company. A little surprised that he was dressed and sitting on the bed.

"You're looking better."

Heath's color had improved and he still had some recovery coming, he was well on the mend.

"Thanks, feeling better. Mother and Audra been stuffing me silly with food. If I get any more sleep I think I'll be part Bear."

"Well just make sure you're done hibernating next May, I want to see you in one piece and dancing at my wedding."

"You got it Dan."

"Heath, I never got a chance to tell you about what happened when I was 17 and the tribe I was living with were massacred. I was so angry, hurting, resentful, holding guilt and instead of taking time to talk about it to my father and brother, I let is stew inside, hurting them with my silence. I wasted almost 7 years, counting my service time, that I can never get back. My father is dead now and thankfully we had a few good years, but I know I hurt him."

Heath sat silently not moving. Finally he spoke.

"Dan, I appreciate what you're trying to do but I ..."

"Let me finish Heath. You got two good brothers, fine men, who care about you."

Dan stood up and placed his hand on Heath's shoulder.

"One day when you're ready, talk to them Heath, let it out, your young, don't make the mistake I did and waste good years. Open your heart, they'll listen."

Heath thought carefully on Dan's words as he watched his new friend leave. He stood up and walked to the door, catching up to Dan in the hall. Dan turned and Heath grabbed his arm and hand shaking it.

"Thanks Dan."

Nick watched the two and hoped Dan's words would help Heath.

He limped into the parlor, joining his family who were already seated.

Dan came in and stood by Jarrod. Heath sat down next to Nick who looked over at him carefully.

"You sure you should be doing all that moving around?"

"I'm okay."

"How did you get to the railroad station anyway?" Dan asked

"Well, it hurt so much to breathe, I kept holding my breath. They dumped me in that hole and when they didn't feel the breath coming out, they thought I was dead. The rain woke me up, and I used the shovel to lean on and managed somehow to up the road."

"Oh, I got something I been meaning to discuss with you little brother."

Nick scolded as he rose to get a drink.

"Just what possessed you to think you could ever be Nick Barkley?"

With a wink to everyone but Nick, whose back was turned Heath thought on his answer till Nick turned back. He slumped his shoulders and looked his most sorrowful.

"You're right Nick, I should have known it would never work."

Nick was kidding and felt bad when he saw how dejected Heath looked. He sat back down next to Heath who didn't look up but finished his thought. . "You know, me being better looking and all."

"WHAT" Nick shouted throwing his head back as everyone laughed?

"Boy, you must still be feverish, have you seen that bruised, colorful face of yours lately. There are cows in the North Pasture better looking."

Silas announced they had a visitor. Nick smiled from ear to ear as the lovely girl entered the room carrying a large picnic basket.

"Jessica" he cried standing and limping over to greet her.

He introduced the lovely young woman to his family and smiled broadly at her. Taking the basket from her, he placed it in front on Heath, on the table.

"What are you doing here?"

"Well, my partners and have decided to open a business here. The first of many we hope. Selling good quality, comfort foods at the train stations. Keeping the menu the same at each one. Folks like that continuity. Keep it simple. Anyway I packed a basket of some of my best work. I thought that I could steal you away to a nice quiet spot and maybe get better acquainted. But if you're not up to it, I guess I'll have to leave."

Before Nick could answer, Heath sat forward and opened the basket.

"You got fried chicken in here, me and Nick love that."

Nick slapped his hand.

"Stop that and what do you mean "we," who invited you. You ain't well enough to be out of the house. As a matter of fact I feel your relapse comin on. You're gonna feel faint very soon."

"I am?" Heath asked, his blue eyes twinkling.

"YOU ARE," Nick scolded as he pushed Heath back in the chair. "Jessica I know just the spot. I'll get a bottle of wine," he turned and bade good-bye to the group He stopped and looked back at Heath.

"I'll see you later."