Jarrod entered the dining room where the rest of the family was already eating breakfast. A chorus of "Good Mornings" greeted him. His mother and sister were engaged in a conversation regarding Ginny Adams. The chin-wagging redhead had her sights fixed on Heath. Audra and Nick turned to teasing the blond man.

"You know Heath, Ginny still doesn't have an escort for the Orphan's Ball. She turned down Donny Pike, Randy Stone and Josh Warren. I think you'd make a fine couple. She's just your type." Audra baited her brother.

"Yeah, she never shuts her mouth and you never open yours." Nick added.

"She's very fond of you, Heath. She thinks your quite handsome, you know." Audra continued, her blue eyes twinkling

"That just goes to show you that she needs to have her eyes checked." Nick needled.

Jarrod offered his youngest brother a show of empathy. He interrupted his eggs benedict to address Audra and Nick.

"I think you're jumping to a hasty conclusion. Heath won't have any trouble in that area. You two should be so lucky."

Heath pushed his chair back, ready to leave for the corral.

"Thanks Jarrod, as a matter of fact, there is a nice girl I'm going to ask." He stated as he stood.

This drew Nick's interest long enough to interrupt his last swig of coffee. His dark head shot up and he quizzically addressed Heath.

"Who? She must be new in town. She hasn't made my acquaintance yet."

"Nope, she ain't new in town. She's just one of the many girls you scared away with all that shouting and fussin' you do." Heath goaded.

Heath winked at Jarrod as he walked past Nick to exit the dining room. Nick was on his brother's heels demanding a reply. Jarrod shook his head and smiled. The familiar sound of their banter was something he had grown quite fond of.

"Come back here, I ain't finished with you yet. I don't shout!! And another thing..." Nick's voice trailed off as the back door shut.

Jarrod finished his meal and drained his orange juice. Sated, he rose to leave.

"Well, ladies, I guess it's time for me to bid you adieu. I've got a 8 am train to San Francisco and a court date that won't wait. I'll see you at the end of the week." Jarrod kissed his mother and sister farewell.

It was a beautiful fall day, too nice to take a cab. Jarrod walked from the station to the courthouse. He never grew tired of the city of San Francisco. He passed the open market where hot, crisp loaves of sourdough bread beckoned. Rows of fruit and vegetables and dry goods stood at attention. The colorful flower carts bade farewell to the lawyer as he turned the corner. Yes, this town had a charm all of its own. He entered the building and met his clerk in the hall.

"Morning Mr. Barkley. They're waiting for you in seven."

"Thanks Paul."

Jarrod accepted the folders and files from the young man. He followed the familiar path to courtroom seven on the first floor. Judge Elliot Parker would be presiding and he looked over to see the prosecutor, William Devlin, was already seated.

The man Jarrod was defending had been employed with the Pacific Savings and Loan Co. for several years. He had no prior arrests and was in good standing in the community. During a recent robbery after hours, a security guard was killed. Jarrod's client was accused of being the inside man. Jarrod looked up as his client was led into the courtroom. They talked briefly and rose as the judge entered.

Gregory Forrest watched the master at work. Jarrod cut through the state's case like a knife. Greg saw that the talented student he went throughout college and law school with had not changed. Jarrod was still a virtuoso in the courtroom. The jury found the man not guilty and Greg watched as Jarrod shook hands with the free man and exited the room.

As he walked back to his hotel, he thought on the years that had gone passed. Why hadn't he accepted Jarrod's offer? He hadn't seen his friend since their college class reunion five years ago. How different would his life be now if he had come to Stockton to work with Jarrod? He would own a nice house. His wife and son would be still living with him. Instead, his life was in shambles.

He sat on a bench in the park near his hotel. He watched as mothers wheeled their rosy-cheeked babies by in prams. He heard the laughter of children at play. He saw businessmen walking to lunch. People who were happy and thriving, everything he wasn't. He fingered the package in his pocket. Maybe with a little luck, he could turn things around.

He ran a hand through his fair hair and his blue eyes squinted into the sun. Shaking his head, he sighed audibly. He had been thinking about a plan since he left St. Louis to make this journey. He hated himself for what he was about to do. All of his other options were spent.

He reached Jarrod's office and waited for the clerk to exit, leaving Jarrod alone. Taking a deep breath he knocked on the door. May God forgive me he thought as he entered.

The two men watched from across the street as Greg Forrest entered a lawyer's office. They had been tracking him since he left St. Louis. He managed to dodge them for a while, but now they had him.

"What do you suppose he's seeing a lawyer about?" Carson Everett asked his associate Zeke Weaver.

"I don't know, but it won't change what has to be done. Orders are orders."

"Who is this guy Jarrod Barkley?" Carson inquired as he scanned the gold lettering on the glass window.

"I hope for his sake, he has enough sense to turn Forrest away. I don't plan on leaving any witnesses."

They sat and waited for their prey.

"Aren't you finished yet, Heath? It's hotter than Hades in here. Get a move on boy, there's a beer with my name on it at Annie's" Nick pestered.

Heath struggled through the door of the storeroom with a large crate. After successfully loading it into the wagon, he paused to wipe his sweaty brow and chastise his bossy brother.

"Seems to me if there's a beer at Annie's, it has my name on it, brother, since I'm the only one working."

Nick grinned and slapped the sweaty shirt of the younger man. It was at the end of the day and the wagon was loaded. They had a couple of hours to unwind at the saloon. He was looking forward to a beer and a good argument with Heath.

"Look here, somebody has to be the brains of the outfit!" Nick said.

"Then I suggest we take an ad in the paper, cause I'm leaving and that leaves this outfit sadly lacking in the brains department." Heath countered.

Nick laughed and offered to buy the first round as they walked down the street.

As the two hurried past the dress shop, Missy Harper and Ginny Adams exited and strode into the brothers. Missy was a sharp tongued vixen who never forgot nor forgave. She and Ginny spent all their free time gossiping and spreading rumors. The sight of them irritated Nick to no end. Missy had failed to stir up interest from Nick. She had been bound and determined to become a Barkley and get her hands on all that money and prestige, even if it meant settling for the half-brother. But Heath had spurned her and that insulted her. Since then, she made it a point to embarrass him at any given opportunity.

"Excuse us, ladies." Nick grimaced through gritted teeth.

"Well, what's the world coming to. A girl can't even walk from the dress shop without worrying about being accosted." Missy said eyeing Heath who made the mistake of helping her to her feet.

"Get your filthy hands off me!" She added sharply and stalked off.

Heath recalled when she tried to get her claws in him at their first meeting, a year ago. He was only living at the ranch for a few months when he met her one day. Ginny and Missy rode up to the house. The two tattlers claimed to be on the ranch on the pretense of seeing Audra. They really wanted to gawk at him. They pulled up while he and Nick were loading bales of hay into a large wagon. Nick was in the loft lowering them down to his brother on a hook. It was an exceptionally hot day and Heath's shirt was unbuttoned. He didn't hear Nick's warning. He was at the pump dousing his head when he heard her behind him. He tried to be as polite as possible, but Missy's remarks about his appearance were beyond ladylike. He excused himself and returned to his task. Two weeks later at a dance, she approached him again. Again he refused her advances. She was furious and made several unflattering remarks about his parentage. He remembered all too well how fast the heat rose in his face as he felt the eyes of dozens of guests staring at him.

"Hey, let it go. Come on, let's get that beer. She ain't worth her salt, Heath." Nick pulled Heath out of his daze and they continued on to the saloon.

"It's Greg Forrest, Jarrod. May I come in?"

Jarrod didn't think he heard correctly. Greg Forrest? He hadn't heard from his old friend in years. He walked to the door and greeted his former classmate warmly.

"Greg? Come on in. What brings you to the bay area? I thought you were settled back east."

"I was working in St. Louis for awhile, but I have some business to attend to and thought I'd stop by. If you're not busy, I need to discuss something with you."

"What can I help you with Greg?"

Jarrod watched as his friend struggled and tried to get the words to come out. Finally, he began to speak. He told Jarrod that he needed to borrow money, a lot of money. He lost his home to the bank for backpayments and his wife and son left him. He had nowhere else to turn. If Jarrod loaned him the $3000 to pay his creditors, he could reclaim his home and family.

Greg watched Jarrod carefully, trying to read those vivid blue eyes. Jarrod finally answered him.

"That's a lot of money Greg. I'll have to think about it."

Jarrod leaned forward and asked Greg directly what had caused such a debt. Greg thought about lying, but Jarrod's thoroughness would have seen through any disguise.

"I lost it gambling, Jarrod. I spent all the money I had and took a loan out. When I couldn't pay it off, the bank foreclosed."

"Listen, I was just about to catch the train to Stockton. Why don't you come with me? We can talk there."

Stockton 7 p.m.

Nick yawned and tried to pacify his grumbling stomach. He elbowed his brother and nodded towards the door.

"Come on Heath, we're already late and I'm starving. We have to get up early tomorrow. Let's get going."

Nick watched as Heath frowned and ran his eyes around the saloon one more time. Nick realized what he was searching for and chuckled.

"Give it up Heath. There aren't any new faces in town. There won't be any poker games until you're long gone. Nobody local wants to lose any more money to you."

"You go ahead Nick, I think I'll stay a little longer."

"Okay, but don't be late, we gotta get up early tomorrow."

Nick drained his beer and joked with the bartender as he left.

"Harry, you make sure this boy gets home at a decent hour. He's awful cranky when he don't his beauty sleep."

Heath requested a deck of cards from the waitress and took a table in the corner. It was a decision he would come to regret.

Stockton - 8 p.m.

They stopped at Jarrod's office first. Jarrod wanted to drop some papers off . He excused himself and walked into a small room next to the office. Curious, Greg snuck a peek around the door and his blue eyes widened in amazement. He saw Jarrod placing something in a safe. He also saw the money in the safe. He hurried back to his seat before Jarrod returned.

Jarrod was tired and eager to get home. He walked to the door and opened it. "Shall we go, Greg?"

"I'll tell you what Jarrod, I have some wires to send. I'll stay here in town tonight and ride out tomorrow."

"Suit yourself, Greg. See you around noontime."

Greg waited until Jarrod was well out of town. He walked into the saloon. His heart raced and the his eyes glazed. There was a group of three men playing poker. Fingering the package, he stood uncertain of his next move. In the doorway, he battled with himself. He tried to talk himself into following Jarrod and telling him the truth. As much as he wanted to turn and leave, he just wasn't strong enough. His hands trembled and his throat went dry. The demon won again, as always. He walked over and asked if he could join the game.

"Jarrod, when did you get home? We missed you at dinner." Audra greeted her oldest brother with a hug and kiss.

"Well now, had I known I was to be the beneficiary of such a warm welcome, my dear girl, I would have been here on time."

Silas entered the dining room and placed a platter before the hungry lawyer. As he ate, Audra filled him in on the week's events. Jarrod finished his dinner just about the same time as Audra completed her commentary. He knew the blond girl too well, and realized her chatter was a cover. He caught her blue-eyes and questioned her.

"Honey, is there something on your mind?"

"Sort of, I mean...yes, there is. Jarrod, mother says your not going to the Orphan's Ball tomorrow night. I was hoping you would change your mind. It wouldn't be the same without you. Won't you please reconsider?"

Jarrod stood and walked around the dining room table. He paused at the doorway leading into the kitchen. Leaning on the frame he thought of Beth. It was two months since his wife's death. The dance would be full of happy couples, laughter and music. He had gone to a reception for the governor in San Francisco a few weeks ago and it had been an awful experience. He knew one day, he would have to put this behind him and go on. The pain had eased up somewhat, but she still haunted him. Sometimes in the dark of night, when all was quiet and still, he would hear her soft laughter. Often in his office, intent on his work, he'd swear he could smell the delicate scent she wore. He sighed heavily and murmured her name. Audra's soft voice and gentle embrace drew him back.

"I'm sorry Jarrod. I didn't mean to bring back painful memories. I know you still miss Beth."

He returned the hug and kissed the top of her flaxen head.

"There's no need to apologize, Audra. I guess it's going to take a while longer. Sometimes I can still feel her."

He decided to find one of his brothers and relax over a game of billiards.

"I think I'll see if I can scare Nick or Heath into a game of pool."

Jarrod found his brother Nick alone in the parlor. His mother had retired early and Audra had stitchery to work on.

"Nick, you feel lucky tonight? How about a game of eight ball?"

"Brother, you're the one who'll need luck. A fool and his money are soon parted." Nick joked as they made their way down the hall.

"Where's Heath?" Jarrod asked as he selected a cue from the rack.

"He stayed in town. He's looking for a hot game."

"Some unfortunate fellow will be sorry he stopped in at the saloon tonight." Jarrod noted of his youngest brother's exceptional poker playing ability.

The other two players had dropped out of the poker game. The remaining patrons of the bar crowded around the duo in silence, watching the large pot in the middle of the table grow. The stranger was visibly shaking. His shirt was soaked with sweat and his hand trembled as it reached inside his jacket. He handed a black velvet bag to Heath.

"What's this?" The blond cowboy asked.

"Just look inside. That'll cover me." The stranger suggested.

Heath looked in the bag and his eyes jumped back to the man across from him. He fingered the large diamond encrusted disk on the end of the gold chain. Turning it over, he saw the mark of the jeweler, Cartier and words engraved.

"What are you trying to pull? This can't be yours. I can't accept this as ante." Heath gave the bag back.

"It was my wife's. She dead and buried and I got no use for it." He lied.

Greg battled with the demon. He told the spear-thrusting devil he was walking away and taking the necklace. He should have never sat down two hours ago. He mistook the cowboy's youth for inexperience. He underestimated the boy's ability. The wicked one was victorious. He dropped the bag onto the large pile of cash. He saw the young man shake his head.

"Look, I told you. I can't accept that."

Cody Wells, a good friend of Nick's intervened.

"It's on the table now Heath. Why don't you play it out? Go ahead, let it ride."

Jarrod entered the dining room surprised to find only two places set for breakfast. His kissed his mother and sat down next to her.

"To what to I owe the pleasure of having you all to myself this morning, mother?"

"Silas left about an hour ago. He's traveling with Reverend Waters and some members of his church to a wedding. He'll be back on Monday. Audra had an early meeting in town to go over the final arrangements for the ball tonight. She'll be back by mid morning. Your brothers left before the sun came up. They have a lot to do and I told them to be home by four, to allow plenty of time to get ready for tonight. How was San Francisco dear?"

"Still charming and I won my case. You'll never guess who walked into my office yesterday." Jarrod paused before continuing "Greg Forrest."

"Greg Forrest! What on earth brought him this far west. Wasn't he living in St. Louis?"

"He's in trouble. He needs three thousand dollars to get his house out of foreclosure. His wife and son left him. He's desperate."

"Three thousand!! How on earth did he lose his house?"

"Gambling debts. I don't know about this mother. I have a feeling he's hiding something. He's meeting me here later to discuss it."

"That is a lot of money, son. Please think carefully before you make a decision."

Nick looked over at his quiet partner. Heath hadn't been himself all day. Nick knew better than to prod Heath about a problem. Nick surmised since his brother's demeanor changed since last night, it was tied into the saloon. He regretted not dragging him home last night. It didn't make much sense. He heard scuttlebutt in the bunkhouse that Heath had won big and more than cash.

Heath looked at the sun and realized it was well past noon and they had a lot to do in the next couple hours. Heath got the two satchels from their saddlebags and tossed one to his brother.

"Now I heard that a certain person landed quite a bounty at the saloon last night" Nick teased as he flopped down on the grass next to Heath.

Heath shrugged and took a big bite of his sandwich.

"So, what's the mystery? Aside from your usual large booty of cash, just what else did you steal on your way home?" Nick lightly quizzed.

Nick was expecting a quick and flippant response. He watched curiously as Heath suddenly lost interest in his lunch and frowned. He saw a worried look cross his brother's fair features.

"Hey look, Heath, I was only kidding. I didn't mean to pry. It's nothing to get upset about."

"I'm not upset with you Nick. I'll show you when we get home. I think maybe I made a big mistake."

"How so? Did somebody threaten you?"

Heath grinned at the change of tone in Nick's voice. He looked over and saw the watchdog emerge.

"No threats. Patch and Cody and I had been playing about a half hour or so when a stranger sat in. He won a few hands but then his luck changed. By the end of the night it was just the two of us. Patch and Cody were spectators at that point. Well, he thought he was sitting on a hot hand, I raised and he was broke. He pulled out a bag and handed to me. It was a very expensive necklace. A Cartier as a matter of fact, loaded with diamonds and engraved. I wouldn't accept it. I got a bad feeling. Well he insisted it belonged to his dead wife. We argued about it and he finally put it in with the ante on the table. Well, I beat him. He was upset, real upset. Everybody crowded in around me. You know, hollering and carrying on, demanding that I buy the house a round. When I tried to find him, he was gone. Nick, I think he stole it; maybe from somebody important. Should I take it to the sheriff or show Jarrod?"

"Do you think he's dangerous? Would he come after you?"

"No, I don't think so, Nick. He wasn't even carrying a gun. He was dressed fancy like. He was real nervous and acting scared." "Well, tomorrow we'll have a look at it and see what Jarrod thinks. What could happen tonight."

Heath nodded in agreement and the matter was forgotten as the two finished eating and resumed their work.

Jarrod watched as Audra rode Lady up the driveway. He walked out the door and greeted her in the barn.

"Well, I take it that everything is spit and polish at the club?"

"Hello big brother. Yes, everything from the decorations to the lobster is just perfect."

"Good, because I would hate to be escorting the prettiest girl in Stockton to a ball that wasn't fitting."

Audra whirled around, the delight dancing out of her blue eyes. She hugged Jarrod and gave an enthusiastic response.

"Oh Jarrod, are your sure? I was praying that you'd change your mind. It just wouldn't be the same without you. You're okay with it, I mean about Beth."

"Yes, I got a strong feeling last night. I really felt like Beth was telling me to stop moping. I could almost feel her delicate touch. It's time to move on. It's going to hurt, but that's a part of the grieving and rebuilding process."

Jarrod paused and smiled warmly at his sister. He hugged her, kissed her rosy cheek and offered his gratitude.

"Thank you, honey."

"For what?" She asked.

"Just for being you. So I take it that you're free tonight Miss Barkley?"

"I am sir and I'll expect you to be dashing and handsome, just for me." She giggled as they walked arm and arm into the house.

** Stockton, Saturday afternoon.

Greg Forrest was frantic. He didn't want to arouse too much suspicion. Winchester's men might still be on his trail. It wasn't supposed to happen this way. If only that Jewelry store in San Francisco had bought the necklace. Why did he think he could get away with something so drastic. If he asked too many questions in town, and the hit men followed him here, they would know he lost the necklace. He couldn't risk that. He had to find that kid on his own. He looked all morning without any luck. He would ride out and meet Jarrod. Maybe his luck would change.

It was well after 2 p.m. when Greg arrived at the Barkley home. It was even more impressive than he remembered. After reacquainting himself with Mrs. Barkley and Audra, Greg followed Jarrod into his study.

Jarrod didn't waste any time. He folded his hands and addressed his friend directly.

"Greg, I have given this matter a lot of thought. If three thousand is the amount of the deed on your house, I can buy it back from the bank. You can pay me back each month, in rent."

"NO! I mean, I appreciate your offer, but Jarrod I would prefer the cash. I don't want my family to know."

"Greg, I'm sure you understand why I can't give you that amount of money. You have a gambling problem. I can't trust you with cash. Think about the offer and get back to me. I'm sorry Greg, but until you conquer the problem for good, you'll never be free."

Greg seemed shell shocked. He stood on shaky legs and left the study. The pounding in his ears shut out the remainder of Jarrod's remarks. He was about halfway to Stockton when the devil slid across the seat and sank his steely claws into Greg's neck. He felt the icy breath in his ear as the voice caressed his brain.

"Do it! Do it! It will be easy. Go ahead, just do it." The devil whispered.

"No, go away." Greg cried

"All your troubles will go away. It won't be hard. Just do it!" The voice lured.

"No, I can't." Greg protested feebly.

"Yes, you can." The devil commanded.

"Yes, I c-c-can." Greg stammered.

"Do it! Do it!." The devil chanted.

"DO IT! DO IT." Both voices chorused.

*

Victoria's ivory moir‚ taffeta gown rustled as she walked to the foyer and looked at the staircase, more than a little annoyed. She turned and tapped the tuxedoed arm of her oldest child.

"Jarrod would you please go and check on your brothers. It's already after 6, if we don't leave soon we'll be late."

"Now Mother, I'm sure they'll be right down. They've been home less than an hour."

"They should have been home by four o'clock." Victoria admonished sternly.

Jarrod ascended the stairs and saw Nick hurrying down the hall, fiddling with a cuff link. Jarrod warned him of his mother's mood.

"Where's Heath? The two of you aren't exactly in mother's favor right now. Why were you so late?"

"We ran into some problems. You can't run a ranch on a clock. What the devil's so important about getting there early? You go ahead, we'll be right down" Nick said impatiently.

Jarrod went down the stairs as Nick banged on Heath's door.

"Come on Heath, we're late. Let's get a move on."

Nick's voice brought Heath to his feet. He replaced the necklace in the pouch. He frowned as the apprehensive feeling followed him across the room. He wasn't a superstitious man, and maybe that's why this feeling of dread had him worried. It didn't make any sense for him to feel so shaky.

Not getting a response, Nick opened the door and peeked inside. Heath was fully dressed and standing in front of his chest of drawers. Nick spotted the tuxedo still on the hanger. He was about to point this out to Heath, when he saw the fleeting look cross his brother's face. Something had him shook up and the choice of attire took a back seat. Heath didn't scare easily and Nick was concerned. He grabbed Heath's shoulder.

"You okay Heath?"

Nick's voice and firm grip brought Heath out of his daze. He nodded and stuffed the velvet pouch into the drawer.

"You about ready to go?"

Heath nodded and walked through the door. Nick patted him on the back and tried to brighten his spirits a little.

"Can't afford to be late boy, I got at least a dozen beautiful girls just waiting to dance with me."

He saw the lopsided grin appear on Heath's face and was satisfied with his temporary victory.

Victoria's anger dissipated when her two youngest sons appeared sheepishly in front of her. They looked liked a couple of school boys who got caught playing hooky. Each murmured an apology and kissed her cheek.

Nick saw his mother's confused look follow Heath's path to the door. He slowed her down before she could inquire where his tuxedo was.

"It's still hanging in his room. He's not himself tonight, something's upset him. The suit's not important." Nick told her.

"What's wrong?" she asked as the carriage pulled up.

"It's got something to do with the poker game last night. We'll straighten it out tomorrow." Nick said as he helped his mother into the back seat. The family finally departed.

The Orphan's Ball was an annual event in Stockton. The black tie affair was the orphanage's biggest fund-raiser. Victoria Barkley had chaired the event each year. This year she let Audra co-chair the party. The Alhambra Club was filled to capacity. Dozens of tables skirted the perimeter of the room. The large dance floor was bounded at one end by a band and at the other end by a large buffet of food.

Victoria looked around the large room that was resplendent in its finery. The crowded room was split among couples waltzing on the dance floor, sipping champagne or dining on lobster and filet mignon.

Nick was entertaining three pretty girls with some wild story that had them enthralled. Audra was entertaining many suitors and hadn't left the dance floor all night. She didn't see Jarrod or Heath. She suspected Heath was hiding from Missy Harper. What about Jarrod? She was happy that he'd come, it was a good sign. She heard his laughter as he finished up a conversation with Matthew Wilder, a neighboring rancher. She spotted him heading for an empty table and joined him.

"You and Audra did an outstanding job, Mother. This is the best event yet."

"Yes, I think Audra is pleased. I don't think she's sat down all night."

Jarrod smiled as he saw the lavender silk dress of his sister sway past. He sighed and looked at his watch.

"You're not planning on leaving so soon, are you Jarrod?"

"Not for the reasons you're thinking, Mother. I'm okay. I do have to go to the office for a bit, but I'll be back. I think I'll grab some champagne and a bite to eat first."

Jarrod selected some cold lobster salad, marinated mushrooms and a piece of filet from the buffet. Juggling his drink and platter, he spotted Heath hiding at a small table, nearly out of sight His brother was making short work of the full patter in front of him.

"I think you're safe, Brother Heath. I haven't heard Missy yet. That's not a voice that is easily mistaken." He merrily addressed his fugitive brother. "This seat taken?".

"Nope" Heath grinned.

The two talked quietly as they ate. Heath was wearing his navy blue suit, instead of a tuxedo. He didn't like dressing up and Jarrod knew his brother wasn't comfortable. But for some reason he sensed that the blond man's distance was due to more than a suit.

"Why do I get the feeling it's not Missy Harper you're hiding from? You want to talk about it, Heath?"

"You ought to be a lawyer, Mr. Barkley." Heath replied with a slight smile.

Jarrod waited for Heath to respond. Heath was a deep thinker and the whole family had become used to being patient with him. His brother's soulful eyes didn't hide much. Jarrod often wondered just how much was buried inside.

"I need your advice with a problem, Jarrod. But it can wait until morning."

"If you change you're mind, I'll be down at the office for awhile." Jarrod patted the young man on the back as he stood and started to leave. As he looked at Heath's sky blue eyes, he had the uncanny feeling that they seemed to read his mind.

"Jarrod, I'm glad you came tonight. She would have wanted you to. If you need me, I'll be right here, okay?"

He paused for a minute, absorbing his brother's offer. The expressive eyes that were clouded with indecision a minute before, now shone like windows to the gentle soul within. He nodded and smiled warmly at the younger man.

"Thanks, Heath."

The two men walked up and down the quiet streets of Stockton. Most of the citizens were at a party. They had checked just about everywhere and came up empty. They knew he was around somewhere; he hadn't checked out of the hotel yet.

"Zeke, Forrest ain't in town. He could be at that lawyer's house or maybe outside town somewhere."

"Yeah, I guess," Carson replied "but he might be at that party. Let's go wait outside."

Greg let his breath out as they passed by the alley he was hiding in. He went back to his room and packed. He would have to make his move tonight.

Nick was having a great time. Good food, good liquor and great looking women were providing him a great night. He grabbed a cold drink and sought a chair for some temporary relief. His shoes were too new and too tight.

Heath had finally emerged from his hiding place. He finished another glass of wine and felt a small tug on his sleeve.

"Where have you been hiding Heath Barkley!" Audra teased.

Audra's smile was enough to light the room as she pulled her embarrassed brother to the dance floor. Despite rumors to the contrary, spread by Nick, Heath was a good dancer. She felt him relax and he told her how proud he was of all she had done. Just as she was about to thank him, a shrill voice cut the back of his neck.

"Well, it doesn't surprise me that the only date you can get is your half sister. Nobody with any class or taste would come near you." Missy gloated.

Heath started to turn away, but Audra hung on fast and turned on the shrew.

"Get over it Missy. He's too good for you. On your best day, you couldn't touch him. When it comes to honor, integrity and decency, my brother Heath is in a class all his own."

"Yeah, So why don't you crawl back under the rock you came from." Nick added.

Missy sputtered and fumed. She turned and stalked away, disappearing into the crowd.

Heath's face was about as red as humanly possible. In a voice so quiet only his siblings heard him, he gave thanks. He kissed his sister and left the dance floor, seeking the door. Nick started to follow, but his mother, who seemed to arrive out of nowhere, stopped him.

"Let him go, son. He's upset and it's warm in here. He probably feels the walls closing in. The fresh air will do him good. Would it be forward of me to ask a handsome cowboy for a dance?"

Nick smiled and held out his arms.

"Mother, you've never been anything short of forward. It would be my pleasure."

Heath needed air desperately. Stepping outside he saw Anne and Cody Wells. He took off the blue jacket and tie. He grabbed his tan coat from the family's surrey and put it on.

"Getting kind of warm in there." Anne said

"Yeah, It was getting a little close for me." Heath nodded.

Heath liked both Cody and Anne. Cody had known Nick since they were small boys. His gregarious nature had welcomed Heath from his first days in the valley. He was good friend. The three talked quietly and decided to take a short walk around town.

** Jarrod drained his brandy and smiled at the pretty girl in front of him.

"Goodnight darling." He said softly.

He outlined her face in the photograph. The cameo pendant she loved so much hung gracefully from the edge of the frame. It was the only picture he had of her. She gave it to him on their first night in Stockton. He treasured it.

He turned off the gaslamp and replaced the documents in the safe. He locked up and headed back towards the party.

Greg watched Jarrod leave and made his move. The large amount of liquor he'd consumed didn't help steady him any as he approached the alley. Jarrod had locked the door and Greg sought another way into the bldg. Walking down the alley next to the office, he saw a small window. He couldn't open it, so he broke it with his shoe. After clearing the glass away, he entered. He made his way up the stairs and into the dark hallway. He didn't want to fumble on his way out, so he unlocked the door first. He lit a match and entered the office. The match died out and he successfully turned the lamp on low.

Cody had just finished telling Anne and Heath about the time when he and Nick were 16 and were caught by their fathers in the saloon. As they approached the corner, Heath spotted the light on in his brother's office.

"Jarrod's working tonight, I think I'll stop in and keep him company. I'll see you later."

Heath crossed the street and opened the door; calling out to his brother. He peeked in Jarrod's office but didn't see him. He saw papers scattered about the floor. His inner alarm went off as he scanned the room for Jarrod. He was about to check behind the desk when he heard a sound from behind. Turning back into the entryway, he spotted the gambler by Jarrod's safe.

Greg froze when he heard a male voice calling for Jarrod. He turned just as the stranger spotted him by the safe.

"What are you doing in there? Where's Jarrod?" Heath demanded and advanced in a fury towards the stranger.

"I, uh, I know Jarrod. He's uh..uh.over uh..." Greg stammered. He was shocked at seeing the man named Heath that he'd sought all day. He started to back up, but was grabbed by the lapels and thrown against the wall. The man's cold blue eye's burned a hole into Greg.

"Answer me!! Where is my brother?"

"You're Jarrod's brother?" Greg panicked and shoved Heath out of the way.

Greg got as far as the door when Heath slugged him hard. Greg knew he was no match for the younger man, who was in much better shape. The right hook to Heath's face never slowed him down. Greg felt himself weakening and grabbed desperately for anything to use a weapon. With a last ditch effort, he shoved Heath as hard as he could. Heath stumbled backwards over a table and hit the back of his head hard on the edge of the desk.

Greg rolled over on all fours and gasped audibly for several minutes. He sat on the floor and shook his head. My God, he thought, what have I done? He crawled over and turned the young man over and stared horrified at the blood under his head. He was relieved that Jarrod's brother was alive. It was chilly out and he fingered the unconscious man's warm jacket. He couldn't risk going back to the hotel. He took his dark jacket off and put on Heath's coat. He pulled Heath over to the sofa and laid him on it. He wiped the blood on his beige coat and sat down to think. He drained a shot of whiskey. He heard a moan and decided it was best to leave. He fled into the night. He started to turn down the alley when he spotted Carson and Zeke struggling with a saloon girl. Her cry was short. They were running his way. He hid until they passed. He went to where the girl lay dying. He cradled her and she grasped at him One hand found his coat, pulling off a button; the other grabbed his hair. A brief gurgle was all she could manage. He laid her down and realized her blood was all over the coat. He was tired of running. He would go for the sheriff. The demon blocked his way. The voice inside told Greg the law would never believe him. Never, never, never it said over and over. He covered his hears in an unsuccessful attempt to stop the urge. He lost. He staggered out of the alley and saw people across the street staring at him. He remembered that Jarrod's brother was the same height and coloring as he was. He hurried to the office.

Heath groaned and covered his face with his hands. The unrelenting pain in his head prevented any movement. He fought back the bile that threatened to spill and tried to focus. Everything was blurry. He saw a body approaching. He reached out for help. He felt hands pull him upright. They were roughly pulling at him. His vision cleared. It was the stranger he'd fought with. He grabbed him hard and stood on shaky legs. The stranger pushed him into the desk, sending the gaslamp to the floor. Flames shot up and the room filled with smoke. Heath managed to kneel and grab the table. He staggered to his feet and spotted the stranger on the floor. He pulled the man slowly to the door. The stranger pushed him off and fled into the night.

Anne and Cody Wells were just coming down the street, back towards the dance when they saw the flames. Cody saw Heath standing at the curb. The streetlamp over Jarrod's office illuminated the bloody Barkley in the doorway.

"My God, that's Heath. Anne run for the Fire Dept."

Cody got halfway to the door when he saw Heath turn and enter the burning building.

"Heath, don't, you'll be killed. Get back from there."

"Jarrod's in there." Heath coughed as he staggered into the black smoke.

Cody tried to follow but the smoke and heat were too intense. He called Heath's name over and over. He saw Heath appear at the window and thought he was going to crash through. Their eyes met for a second, then Heath turned back and approached Jarrod's desk. The flames shot up behind him, blocking his path. Cody heard the fire bell ringing and prayed for a miracle.

*

The Strauss waltz was interrupted by a cry that sent fear in every citizen's heart.

"FIRE! FIRE!"

The room emptied quickly, spilling party-goers into the cold night. The men raced up the street and formed a bucket brigade. As soon as Nick realized where the flames were coming from he shouted to his brother.

"Jarrod, it's your office!"

Nick and Jarrod spotted the fireman trying to hold Cody back. He fought them off and attempted to enter the building. Anne was behind Cody pleading with him. Nick pulled him away.

"Cody, what are you doing?"

Cody was coughing so hard it took several seconds for him to obtain a voice. He pointed frantically at the flame filled office.

"Heath's in there!"

Nick bolted for the door, only to be tackled by several bystanders. He fought them off.

"Get off of me! Let me go! Heath!Heath!"

Only Jarrod's voice and strong arms were able to reach him.

"NICK, there's nothing you can do. He's gone."

Jarrod led Nick to the other side of the street where Cody sat in coughing, holding his weeping wife. Nick dropped to his knees in shock. Jarrod sat next to him, equally stunned. It didn't make any sense. Cody apparently knew more than they did. He sought out the soot covered cowboy. The unsettled tone in his voice matched the cold fear that possessed him.

"Why? Why Cody? What was he doing in there?"

Cody's pain filled eyes glared in accusation at the lawyer.

"He was out here, he ran in that inferno to save YOU!"

"Me? What are you talking about?" Jarrod felt his body numbing and pins and needles racing up his arms.

"He thought you were inside. He rushed back in and I couldn't follow. One minute he was ready to crash through the window and then the flames just covered ..." Cody couldn't finish.

Nick couldn't move or say a word. He felt sick and swallowed back the nausea that rose within him. How could he be gone? His mind played back images of his younger brother. Laughing by the corral; flushed red with anger; and the expressive blue eyes that often said more than words could. He just sat and stared; rocking on his heels. The paralysis left him and finally, finding his voice, he turned.

"Jarrod?"

Jarrod never saw such raw agony in anyone's face. He wanted to grieve or cry, but the only thing he felt was completely numb. Jarrod flinched painfully and heard Nick suck in his breath as the second floor collapsed onto the first. He looked up as Fred Madden, the sheriff, shook his shoulder.

"Nick, Jarrod, I'm so sorry. It's a real tragedy. Your mother and Audra are at the club with the rest of the women. You should let them know, before they hear it from someone else. I'll take care of things here. No telling when we'll be able to dig through all that."

"Thanks, Fred."

Jarrod said as he pulled Nick to his feet. Together they walked to the club. It was the longest journey Jarrod ever remembered taking. Heath's last words to him echoed over and over in this head:

"If you need me, I'll be right here."

Heath dropped to the floor and crawled around. He cried Jarrod's name until he was hoarse. He couldn't find him. Maybe Jarrod got out somehow. His throat was raw; his eye burning and his head spinning in pain. The door leading to the street was blocked by flames. He was about to throw himself through the window, when something pulled him back.

"Jarrod, is that you?" He coughed as he spun around.

Nobody was there. He turned back just as a wall of flames appeared. They covered the exact spot he would have been in, had he leapt at the window. He turned away from the intense heat and felt himself drawn to Jarrod's desk. It only took him a half a minute to accomplish his mission. He felt the flames licking at his chest and grabbing his hands. Crying out, he dropped to the floor and doused the flames.

The smoke was not as dense on the floor. From where he fell, he saw his only chance for escape. He crawled to the steps leading to the cellar. He felt himself passing out and fell down the stairs. The air was better down there and he was able to breathe at last. His lungs were searing and he fought for each breath. He spotted the open window and staggered over. With his last ounce of strength, he lined up a large crate and climbed out. A loud rumble caused him to fall backward. He rolled away at the wall fell down around him. Shielding his face from the heat, he turned the other way and followed his unsteady legs down the back of the alley.

He was just barely awake, and very disoriented. He didn't know where he was. He lurched ahead blindly, hitting the sides of the building. He staggered on, unaware of his surroundings. He fell to his knees and saw the ground rising up fast to meet him.

** Word traveled fast and the remaining guests were putting together the awful pieces of the disturbing event. Jarrod and Nick heard murmurs of "such a tragedy" "how awful" and "terrible, just terrible" as they entered the club. Jarrod accepted the sympathetic handshakes of several friends and searched the crowd for his mother and sister. Nick walked ahead, not acknowledging anyone.

Victoria took one look at her two sons and knew instantly. She shook her head and grabbed Jarrod's lapels. Tears streamed down her face and she sought the words she feared the most.

"It was my office. I'm sorry mother, he's gone."

"NO! Oh God No. No." Jarrod held her as she sobbed, finally allowed his own tears to escape.

Audra's confused face turned to Nick for help.

"Nick, what happened? Where's Heath?"

Nick's mouth moved but no words came out.

"Jarrod? Nick? He isn't ...Nick, go find him. Please? Jarrod? Somebody?" Audra started to get hysterical, ranting and sobbing. Nick held on and tried to comfort her. Jarrod quietly suggested they go home. It would be awhile before the fire was out and the heat of the building cooled down enough to allow for a search. He wanted to remain in town, for Heath, but felt Nick and the others needed to get home. When he mentioned leaving, a protest arose.

"I'm staying." Nick's voice was barely audible, but determined.

They were all in pain, but Jarrod knew Nick was shattered. His two younger brothers had forged an unbreachable bond in the two years since Heath's arrival. A closeness that many siblings never gain in a lifetime. He quietly reasoned with Nick.

"Nick, there's nothing we can do until morning. We've got to take Mother and Audra home. Come on." Jarrod approached Nick as he finished speaking, but Nick threw off the arm Jarrod offered.

He clutched the back of a chair in an attempt to stop his shaking hands. He struggled against the pain much like the wounded prey against the talons of a hawk. He thought of the many years Heath spent alone. A fatherless boy working in a mine, a teenage prisoner of war and a lonely young man who two years ago, finally found a home. His brother spend far too many days in darkness. He wouldn't abandon him in his final hour.

"I'm not leaving him alone. I'll stay and bring my brother home."

Jarrod listened painfully as Nick struggled with every word. He tried offering a compromise.

"He's my brother too Nick. I don't want to leave him here either. But Mother and Audra need to get home. Why don't we go home, get them settled in, get changed and then come back. You heard what Fred said. The fire isn't under control yet and the bldg. won't be safe to enter for hours. What do you say?"

Nick didn't answer. He walked to the door and pounded the wall with his fist. They heard the single, awful sob that seemed to come from somewhere deep within him. Victoria walked in front of him and put a hand to his cheek. She didn't have to say a word. He met her gaze and nodded.

They waited for Jarrod to return with the wagon. The ride home was chilly and Audra seemed distant, staring ahead and shivering, despite the blanket around her. Nick picked up Heath's discarded suit jacket and wrapped it around her and rewrapped the blanket tightly. She fingered the blue fabric, still carrying his scent. She leaned into Nick's strong shoulder and cried.

Victoria didn't feel the bitter air or the rough ride. She didn't feel anything, except a numbing coldness inside. She thought of the first time she saw him, an angry young man with eyes full of rage. She remembered sitting with him several weeks later after he was injured and delirious He woke up and those blue eyes reached out to her. She thought of the gentle smile and that sweet, soft drawl that called her mother for the first time. He'd brought them so much in so short a time. She thought aloud

"That's what I'd tell you, if you were my son."

Heath woke up with the notion that someone drove a spike into the back of his head. The pain was relentless. He tried to sit up and immediately vomited. He retched until his sides hurt. When he was finally he was able to sit up, he noticed the world spinning around him. He closed his eyes and fought against the black curtain that was falling. He pulled himself up and looked around. It was dark and quiet; he was lost. He staggered around the corner and back up the alley. He tripped over a body and he fell on someone. It was a woman. He shook her, but she didn't wake up. He suddenly realized he didn't know where he was. He thought and thought but remained blank. He managed to stand with the girl in his arms. When the alley stopped spinning, he staggered with her toward the street. He fell into several metal trash bins and the racket was deafening to his aching head.

Missy heard the awful noise and raced to the window. She saw him stagger out of the alley and lean hard against the wall, directly under the gaslamp. She saw the lifeless body. She called her parents and the three looked out the window. Missy hollered loudly.

"It's Heath Barkley and he killed someone."

She heard other windows opening as several guests looked on at the scene.

Heath heard his name being called but all he saw was fog. Everything was blurry. He fell to his knees. Under the light, he was able to see she was dead. He left her and staggered onward. The only thought he confused brain understood was the word home. He recognized the large building in front of him as a stable. He saw a horse after several attempts, managed to mount the animal. He shivered constantly as the cold air rushed by him. He was glad when he recognized the familiar terrain of the Barkley ranch.

Dawn

Jarrod finished his brandy and crossed the room. His mother and sister were finally settled down. He and Nick changed clothes and were preparing for the torturous trip to town. Nick had been silent for the most part and stood staring into the fire. Jarrod watched for several minutes as Nick would smile and then the smile would fade, only to return again. Jarrod knew where Nick was, lost in memories.

Jarrod looked at the whiskey on the bar across the room. He remembered the angry young man who brandished a broken bottle and fought for his rights. He thought of how much respect he had gained for his youngest brother during the Korbie Kyles trial. He recalled the many long hours fought to save Heath's life after pulling him from the Iron Box at the rat hole of a prison. He smiled remembering waking up at Heath's side to find the weak hand reaching out for him and the grateful smile that followed. The quiet moments they shared that morning, Heath opened up to him as he never had before. He listened as Heath spoke of so many things, his painful childhood, war and the awful internment afterwards, his first love and so much more. Somehow Jarrod knew Heath's brush with death had compelled him to open up to his oldest brother. It was a special few hours that Jarrod would never forget.

Nick stared in the fire and remembered the first night he met Heath. The fight in the barn and the aftermath in the house. He was so mad at the defiant newcomer. Before he knew it, the quiet young man had changed his life. He gained so from his brother's silent strength. How Heath said so much more in his silence than most people do with words. After the attacks by the wolf and cougar, it had been Heath who was at his side, the calming influence, during the awful nightmares that followed. It was Heath who risked his life to save him when Barbery Red shanghaied him. How he felt every lash that Heath silently suffered through at that prison. He remembered the quiet moments, usually when they were sleeping outdoors during cattle drives or overnight trips on the road. Being under the stars, without walls, allowed him a freedom of sorts. So many times looking at those stars by a campfire, Heath had opened up to him. He shared bits and pieces of his past, his dreams and fears. Nick recalled the guilt he felt after the Matt Bentell incident. Heath never spoke of it, but Nick felt bad that they had all ganged up and forced him into an impossible situation. So many things about him: the humor that baited Nick so well, the wonderful laugh, the fearless fighter, the pained look of an untold past and the obstinate glare.

"Jarrod, he was more stubborn than...He'd get that defiant look in those eyes and I'd get so mad at him."

"I think Heath gave you a run for the money in the stubborn department, Nick. There's so much about him we never knew. Things he kept buried inside. I really admired him, Nick. I don't think I ever told him how much."

"Yeah, I hear ya. But I think he knew Jarrod. God, I hope he did. There were so many things I never told him. Like how much better my life is because of him."

"You about ready to go, Nick?"

"Yeah. I just can't seem to believe it Jarrod. It doesn't seem real."

"I know Nick, I've been thinking the same thing. Human beings are such fragile things. Death is something nobody is quite prepared to deal with. When it's someone so young and vital and it comes so sudden, it's almost unfathomable."

The rapping on the door brought the shell shocked brothers out of the parlor. Jarrod reached the door first and found Sheriff Fred Madden and his deputy there. Fred entered and stood uncertain in the foyer. His face seemed to be in conflict.

"Fred, what is it?" Jarrod weariness was all to evident in his voice.

"I'm here about Heath. He isn't dead, well at least he wasn't as of 4 o'clock this morning."

"WHAT!" Nick and Jarrod said in unison.

"Look, this isn't all good news. Half the hotel guests saw Heath stagger out of the alley next to your office with a dead saloon girl in his arms. He was covered in blood. He dropped her and left. We didn't find him in town. I have some men looking around here."

"He's not here, Fred. But you better believe Nick and I will find him."

"Jarrod, you don't understand. I have to arrest him. I have a dozen witnesses that place him with the dead body at the scene of the crime, with her blood all over him. The dead girl had this in her hands."

He opened a white cloth revealing a brown button and blond hair. Jarrod rubbed a weary hand across his face. Nick eyes were bleary, but his voice was laced with rage.

"My brother is no murderer. You get outta here before I throw you out. How dare you do this to us, after the night we've been through."

"Look, Nick, I don't like having to do this. I'm not the judge or jury. I'm just taking him in. I'm the sheriff"

"Nick, he's only doing his job." Jarrod interjected "Fred, your men can search, Heath isn't here. I assure you whatever happened, I'm sure it wasn't murder. I want to talk to those witnesses. I'll find my case and go back to town with you. Nick, can you check the study and see if I left it there. I'll look upstairs and update mother."

Jarrod saw Fred looking upstairs. Fred had known the Barkley's over 20 years and Jarrod knew how uncomfortable he was.

"Look Fred, Nick and I have been here all night. Heath isn't here. If you and Billy want to look around, go ahead. But you'd be losing valuable time. I want to find him as much as you do. He's out there somewhere, most likely he's hurt badly. We would have no reason to harbor him."

"Okay Jarrod, but I want your word if you find him, you'll bring him in"

"Fred, do you really have to ask that of me? Of course I'll bring him in."

Jarrod found his case in his room and tapped on his mother's door. It was several minutes before he heard the footsteps as the women came to the door. He hugged them both. The message was brief.

"Heath's alive, but he's missing. Fred will fill you in, I have to head to town. I'll be back later."

Jarrod bounded down the stairs and shouted an update to Nick. As he exited the front door, he told Fred he would saddle his horse and meet him by the gate.

Nick entered Jarrod's study and went to the desk. He was about to turn on the lamp when he heard Jarrod call out that he had the case. He had just turned to leave when a moan sent a shiver up his spine. Turning on the lamp, he wheeled and dropped to his knees beside his smoke-laden brother. Euphoric relief surged through him. He covered Heath's mouth with his hand and the blue eyes opened immediately. Nick put a finger to his lips and shushed Heath.

"Don't move. The sheriff's outside, he claims you killed some saloon girl."

Heath shook his head and started to talk but had no voice, only a squeak. His eye's were full of shock and confusion. He looked up desperately and pleaded with Nick.

"I know you didn't kill anybody! For heaven's sake, Heath." Nick scolded.

Heath felt his heart hammering at his chest wall. His head was splitting. The fire in his hands was intense. He closed his eyes and tried to steel himself against the pain. He felt the gentle hand on his face and heard Nick's concerned voice.

"How bad are you hurt?"

Heath turned his hands palms-up. Nick winced at the blistered, blackened skin. He rubbed his chest and Nick noticed the missing button on the coat. He saw the remnants of vomit that graced the coat, shirt and pants. He opened the white shirt and saw the burns on Heath's chest. He pulled Heath upright and on impulse, embraced him. He whispered in Heath's ear.

"Don't you scare me like that again. We thought you died in that fire. God Heath it's good to see you."

Heath ruffled Nick's hair and patted his back. He tried to say something but only squeaks would emerge.

"Cut that out," Nick smirked "you sound like a mouse."

Nick noticed the blood on the pillow Heath's head was on. He turned the blond head around and felt the bloody lump. Heath stiffened, cried out and pulled back. Nick noticed Heath couldn't seem to catch his breath.

"Okay, okay, take it easy. I'm sorry, I know it hurts."

Nick poured a glass of water for his scorched brother and held it so Heath could drink it. He finished another before Nick eased him back onto the sofa.

"Listen, I'll get you some clothes and ointment and bandages. You stay here, understand."

Heath grabbed at him frantically and Nick saw the raw fear in his eyes. He sat down and used a soothing tone to calm that fear.

"You're safe now. I'm gonna help you. You have to calm down and trust me."

Heath looked at him blankly. Something wasn't right. Nick sought an answer

"What is it Heath?"

Heath pointed to the burned clothes and his head and put his arms out palms up. Nick saw the bewilderment on his face. He doesn't know what happened, no wonder he's scared.

"Heath, do you remember being in Jarrod's office? It burned down last night."

Heath shook his head and frantically pointed to Jarrod's chair.

"No, he's fine. He was at the dance. Do you remember that?"

Heath nodded.

"Do you remember leaving the dance?"

Heath thought hard but came up empty. He shook his head no.

"That's okay, with the lump you got, it's a wonder you even know your name. You take is easy, I'll take care of everything. I'll be right back, I promise."

Nick patted the scorched shoulder and left as his mother and sister greeted Fred. Heath heard the voices and lurched to the door. He heard everything Fred said. He looked at his bloody coat and missing button. He fingered his blond hair. Was that why he couldn't remember? Was there an accident? Did he kill the girl? He couldn't remember the fire, but he did remember seeing the man from the card game. He remembered bits and pieces, fragmented images of a fight. He had to find the stranger, before Jarrod got hurt. His shivers sent ripples through the sweat soaked shirt. His mixed-up mind was aggravated by the fierce headache. In a daze, he made his decision.

Greg coughed and spit the blood out of his mouth. He gingerly rubbed the broken ribs and sat upright. His face paled when he saw them. He cringed as Zeke squatted in front of him.

"We ain't in such a great mood, Forrest. We didn't plan on chasing you halfway across the country. Where is the necklace?"

"I don't have it." Greg felt another rib crack as Carson hit him with the rifle butt.

"Where is it?" Greg heard Zeke's voice through his pain.

"I lost it in a card game a couple nights ago. I can get it back."

"We'll get it back. Who has it?" Carson demanded.

"A fellow named Heath Barkley. His brother is a friend of mine."

"Barkley? Wasn't that the place that burned down last night?" Zeke said.

Greg nodded. Zeke and Carson went across the room and formed a new plan.

"That will be all, Miss Harper." He said sharply.

"You better hope the sheriff finds him. Can't say as I'm too surprised, his kind usually ends up in jail. I don't feel safe with a murderer running loose. There's no telling what could happen if someone were to see him. He might just end up dead."

Jarrod stood and leaned over the table. His blue eyes were blazing with fury and he didn't hide the menacing tone in his voice.

"Whatever personal war you've issued against Heath has gone on long enough. His behavior towards you has been nothing short of stellar. He has more discipline and self control than anyone I know. It's done, Miss Harper and if I hear you utter one more slanderous remark against my brother, I'll bring you up on charges. Do I make myself clear?"

She paled visibly and nodded. Jarrod knew by the defeated slump to her shoulders, that his point was made. He reviewed the statements of all the witnesses from the hotel. He still wanted to talk to Cody and Anne. He packed his notes away in his leather bag, just as Fred approached.

"Jarrod, how about we go over to your office and look around."

Jarrod stopped and looked at the rubble. Most of his office was covered in debris and not visible. He walked over the broken glass and through the door. He remembered the first day he opened the office. He looked through the doorway at the charred remains of his desk. He thought of the years he spent making some important decisions in this room. Fred's voice beckoned from the alley.

"Jarrod, this must be how Heath got out." Fred said indicating a broken window.

Jarrod made his way to where the sheriff stood. He looked around and squatted down to peer inside the room. Standing, he disagreed with the sheriff.

"No, Fred. If Heath broke out, the glass would be in the alley. It's all over the floor inside. Someone broke in, before the fire started. I better check the safe."

They cleared away enough of the rubble to unearth the safe. They found a few tools by the safe and the indentations where the unsuccessful safe cracker had been interrupted. Jarrod put the pieces together.

"Fred, my guess is Heath thought I was here and stopped in. He surprised the felon who was trying to open the safe. They fought and maybe knocked the lamp over. Heath probably chased him outside and then unfortunately, thought I was still inside. That's why he ran back in here after the fire started. Once inside, he couldn't escape, so he went downstairs and out through the alley. The witnesses placed him exiting the alley at four a.m., so he was unconscious for quite some time. When he woke up, he found the girl and dragged her out to the street."

"Jarrod, I wish you and Nick would find him. He's much safer in the jail than running around loose. Especially if the man who broke in her, killed the girl. If he thinks Heath can implicate him, he'll be looking to kill."

Jarrod stopped at Cody and Anne's house on the way home. They were sitting at the table having coffee. Neither had any appetite. Their year old son Matt, sat happily in his mother's lap. Jarrod ruffled the boy's dark hair and was rewarded by a drooling grin.

"Jarrod, I'm glad you stopped by. I can't tell you how bad we both feel about Heath. I'm sorry I snapped at you last night. I didn't really mean it." Cody offered his hand.

"That's okay Cody, and I have good news. Heath isn't dead. Somehow he escaped through the basement. A dozen guests at the hotel saw him stagger out of the alley early this morning. He was carrying a dead girl. He's missing."

"Thank God he's alive!" Anne said grabbing Cody's hand.

"What about the other guy?" Cody asked.

"Did you see someone with Heath? Tell me exactly what you saw." Jarrod asked.

"When we saw Heath come out of the door to your office, he was chasing someone. He stopped and then turned to go back inside. When I tried to stop him, he insisted you were in there. He looked around the office, but the smoke and flames were spreading fast. He was about to come through the window, when he suddenly turned back. He went towards the desk. Then the flames came up from behind and trapped him"

"I was there for awhile Cody, but had left by then. I told Heath I would be working. He didn't know I was already gone. Cody, did you get a look at the man Heath was chasing?"

"No Jarrod, it was too dark."

Jarrod thanked them and left.

Nick walked towards the barn. He had a good idea why Heath bolted. He probably overheard the sheriff talking to his mother and sister. As confused as he was, he probably panicked. His mother left with the sheriff. She was sure Heath was in one of the warehouses near Jarrod's office. She theorized to Fred that if Heath was hurt and on foot, he must be hiding in town. Nick tried to talk her into waiting, but she insisted. He didn't have a chance to talk to her alone. She wanted Nick to search the grounds, just in case Heath made it home. By the time they left, Heath had fled Jarrod's study. Now he was missing again.

Nick saddled Coco and prepared to start searching. He heard Charger making a racket in the end stall. He approached the horse and saw Heath lying in the empty stall next to Charger's. His sigh of relief was so audible that he thought they heard it all the way in town. He pulled Heath upright and lightly tapped his cheek.

Heath heard someone calling his name and felt hands pulling at him. He furrowed his brow and tried to push the intrusive hands away. The voice persisted, louder this time. He opened his eyes and tried to concentrate on the fuzzy form. His brain sent him flashing images of a fire mixed up with a safe and the face of the stranger who hurt Jarrod. He grabbed at the stranger.

Nick saw Heath fighting desperately to remember. He knew by the way Heath was looking at him, that he didn't recognize him. He grabbed at the burned hands before they did any damage. Heath was squeaking angry sounds at him. Nick tried to cut through the haze.

"Heath, calm down. It's Nick. Stop fighting me, you'll hurt yourself."

Heath felt the heat of the flames and the pain in his head. He had to find Jarrod and escape. HE pushed the stranger aside and crawled to Jarrod's desk. He called out for Jarrod.

Nick was surprised at the strength Heath used to push him away. He watched Heath crawling, looking for something. Nick heard him rasping out a name and realized he was looking for Jarrod. He was frantic. He was flashing back to the fire; reliving it. He watched Heath gasp for breath and cough. He crawled over and pulled Heath against him from behind.

"Take it easy, you're home now. You're safe Heath, it's all over. Settle down now."

Heath had no fight left and he slumped against Nick. Nick sat him upright and saw the blond man blinking hard. He saw the cloud lift and clarity in the blue eyes.

"You okay?"

Heath nodded and looked around the barn. Nick could tell from the perplexed look that Heath had no idea how he had gotten there.

"Heath, didn't I tell you to stay put? Come on, let's go."

Heath pulled back and shook his head, making a weak, albeit defiant, stance in the straw.

"What's the matter? I'll help you to get cleaned up and get some food into you."

Heath shook his head and Nick lost his patience.

"Look Heath, I know you're upset and scared. I can't help you if you won't try. Don't you trust me?"

Heath's head shot up and Nick knew he hit a sore point. Heath blue eyes furied at his brother as he angrily squeaked out a response.

"Calm down! You'll feel a whole lot better, if you let me fix you up. Come on now, brother, let me help you."

Heath reached a hand up and Nick helped him into the house. By the time they got to the back door, Nick was supporting all of Heath's weight. He knew they would never make it upstairs; Silas's room was closer. Nick laid him on Silas's bed and covered him up. He saw the blue eyes fighting to stay awake.

"Heath, pay attention. I'm going to get some clothes and bandages and stuff. Don't move!"

Nick bound up the stairs and hollered for Audra. She came running down the hall. He told her only that he found Heath in the barn and to get bandages, liniment and soap. He got Heath a change of clothes and the two made their way downstairs.

Heath waited while Nick got him clothes, food and first aid. He tried to lift the pitcher to fill the basin with water, but his burned hands wouldn't agree. He managed to get the coat off and saw all the blood. He fingered the material and tried to remember. Flashes came to him: a man by the safe, a man who knew Jarrod, the necklace, then nothing. He needed to tell Jarrod about the man. He jumped when Nick laid a hand to his shoulder.

"Sorry, Heath, didn't mean to startle you. Let's get you cleaned up."

"Heath, oh Heath" Audra sobbed into her blond brother's shoulder. He smiled and kissed the top of her head. He tried to console her and his squeaky voice caused her tears to stop and a giggle to emerge.

Audra left the room to heat some water and get a basin. In the meantime, Nick got the ragged clothes off his brother and brought in the first large basin of warm water. After Heath was cleaned up and changed, Nick dressed the chest burns and buttoned Heath's shirt. Heath had been soaking his hands in cold water. Nick saw the bits of material and dirt clinging to the skin.

"Heath, I going to try to get some of that stuff off your hands. It's gonna hurt. You ready?"

Heath nodded and made grunting sounds as Nick gently removed the matter and used soap and water. Audra soothed him before applying the ointment and bandages. Heath's eyes were closed and Nick knew how much pain he was in. He waited until Heath's breathing regulated a bit and the blue eyes opened.

"You okay?" Heath nodded and grabbed Nick's hand.

"Your welcome, brother. I gotta clean up that cut on your head. I'll go real slow and easy."

It didn't take long. Nick only applied a slight amount of pressure and Heath keeled over. Nick laid him back on the bed and proceeded to inspect the damage. It was small but deep; Nick didn't like the swelling around the cut. He washed and bandaged the wound. Audra saw the worried look on Nick's face that mirrored her own.

"Nick, how bad is he? Shouldn't we get a doctor?"

Before Nick could reply, Heath finally stirred and sat up. Nick offered food, but Heath shook his head.

"You gotta eat something." Nick tried. Heath pointed to the soiled shirt and Nick understood.

"Okay, well maybe later when your stomach settles down. Do you remember anything else?"

Heath nodded and pointed to his neck. Nick didn't get it. Heath looked around the room and his eyes caught the locket around his sister's neck. He pointed to it.

"What is it Heath? My necklace? What does that have to do with the fire?" Audra asked rubbing his back gently. Heath shook his head in frustration and drained the orange juice Audra brought for him.

Nick thought for a moment and then his eyes lit up. He squatted down and addressed Heath.

"The guy from the poker game with the necklace? Did he have something to do with this?"

Heath nodded and sighed in relief. He wanted to tell Nick that it was Jarrod's friend and maybe Jarrod was in danger. He spotted a paper and pencil but it didn't help. Heath's hand couldn't grasp the lead pencil. Heath got an idea and looked around the room. He grabbed Nick's shoulder and painfully pulled himself up. With Nick's help he made his way into the foyer.

"Heath, what are you looking for?" Nick asked.

Heath finally spotted a discarded newspaper. He went to his knees. Nick hauled him up and sat him on a nearby chair. He opened the paper and pointed to letters. Nick read them aloud.

"J-A-R-R-O-D, Jarrod. F-R-I-E-N-D, friend." Nick saw Heath nodding and pointing to Audra's neck again.

"Jarrod's friend was the guy with the necklace?"

Heath smiled and swallowed, patting Nick on the back. He spelled out the words: danger and safe. Nick had been writing each word down.

"Danger - Safe, I don't get it. Jarrod's friend is in danger?"

Heath shook his head no.

"Who is in danger?" Audra prodded

Heath pointed to Jarrod's name. Nick pointed to the word safe.

"You want Jarrod to be safe?"

Heath managed to squeak out the word office several times until Nick understood.

"Jarrod's office safe. Did you tangle with this guy in Jarrod's office?"

Heath stood and pulled at Nick's arm. He pointed to Jarrod's name and the word danger.

"Jarrod's in danger?"

"Jarrod's fine now that you're here." All three siblings turned to the sound of their eldest brother's voice as he closed the front door.

Jarrod embraced Heath and looked him over hard. In addition to the bandaged head and hands, Jarrod noticed how winded his brother was and the clouded eyes in the fever-flushed face.

"Brother, am I glad to see you. How bad are you hurt?"

Heath managed to squeak out the word "okay" but Nick disagreed.

"We got to get him to town to the doctor. He's got a nasty lump on his head and some burns, the hands aren't good. After hearing what he remembers, I think he needs to talk to Fred. Did mother come back with you?"

"She'll be here soon." Jarrod replied, eyeing Heath with worry.

Heath swayed and Jarrod grabbed him. Nick motioned with his head to Jarrod to get Heath to sit down. He didn't like how unsteady Heath had become. Nick and Jarrod got Heath to the sofa and Audra got Heath a large glass of water. Jarrod asked Heath some questions.

"Heath, do you remember what happened last night?"

Heath shook his head and pointed to Nick. Nick filled the lawyer in on what they had come up with.

"Jarrod, he can't remember much. He won a valuable necklace in a card game the other night. He says it was from a friend of yours. He's the one who tangled with Heath in your office last night. Heath caught him trying to bust into your safe."

"His name's Greg Forrest. He's a friend from college. He's got gambling debts and came to borrow money. I don't know how the necklace fits in to this, but I know he's desperate. Harry told me this morning that a couple of strangers are looking for a man fitting Greg's description. I have a hunch Greg took that necklace and whoever owned it, sent the two goons after him. Heath, what about the girl who was killed? Did Greg kill her?"

Heath just shrugged and indicated that he didn't know.

"Do you remember the fire?"

Jarrod watched as Heath shook his head again. Heath had become very animated. Jarrod watched Heath grab at the paper in Nick's hand. Nick pacified him.

"Okay, Heath, I was gonna tell him. Jarrod, he thinks you're in danger. He can't explain to me why, but he's real upset about it."

Jarrod tried to convince Heath he was fine and not to worry. Jarrod wanted to see the necklace and Nick went to get it. Jarrod noticed Heath biting his bottom lip and closing his eyes. The pain and fever were upsetting Jarrod. He laid and hand to his brother's hot forehead and tried to reassure him.

"I know it hurts, Heath. As soon as Nick gets back, we'll get you to the doctor and update Fred."

Nick handed the velvet pouch to Jarrod. Jarrod held the necklace up and Nick let out a low whistle before commenting.

"Wow! That has to be worth something."

Jarrod saw the Cartier mark and the engraving. It belonged to Catherine Winchester. Jarrod didn't recognize the name. He devised a plan.

"Nick, I'm going to take Heath to town. You stay here. Greg is desperate. He'll come here looking for money or the necklace or both. I'll be back as soon as I can."

Nick took off his coat and helped Heath put it on. Heath's shivering was due more to his chills than the weather. They got Heath settled in the back of the wagon. Nick covered him with a blanket. Audra kissed his good-bye and was alarmed at how feverish he was.

"Now listen, Heath, you cut out all that jawin' you're doing. You'll distract the driver." Nick teased, trying to wipe the concerned look off his younger brother's face.

Nick watched as Heath and Jarrod rode away, headed for Stockton. A destination that they would never reach.

Greg struggled in futility against the ropes that bound him. He was tied to a horse and recognized the landscape. He knew they were headed for the Barkley ranch. He was drifting into blackness, when a gunshot startled him.

Heath felt the change in pace and sat up. Something was wrong. He turned just as Jarrod hollered back to him that they were being followed. Heath saw the pass ahead and knew what Jarrod was planning. The riders were gaining, and shots were ringing all around them. He heard Jarrod cry out and clutch his arm. The riders called for them to halt. Jarrod struggled to rein in the team. They were traveling too fast and were too close to the edge of the canyon rim.

The front wheel of the wagon hit a rock in the road. As the wheel split with a loud crack, the wagon overturned. Heath felt himself propelled through the air. He rolled over the rim and felt himself sliding downward fast. He grasped desperately for anything to hold onto. He finally snagged a jagged rock. The bandages made it difficult for him to get a good grip. The pain was unyielding. He heard voices above hollering loudly at Jarrod. He heard Jarrod reply and was grateful his brother was okay. He knew from how far the overhang extended, that he was not visible from above.

Jarrod felt himself hauled up to his feet roughly. He wiped at the blood running from the cut over his eye. The left arm was broken by the fall or bullet; he didn't know which. He heard them shouting at him. He stared at the overturned cart in horror. He staggered towards it, calling Heath's name. One of the thugs inspected the wagon and unhitched the team. The axle and wheel were broken. Jarrod dropped to his knees and looked over the edge of the canyon. Far, far below was the blanket that his brother was wrapped in. He called Heath's name out in vain.

Heath heard the men screaming at Jarrod. Jarrod was calling to him. He heard his brother directly above him, calling him again. He heard Jarrod's protest as they pulled him away. They were riding back to the ranch. Finally he heard the sound of the fading hooves of the horses. He held on and looked around, below him to the left, was a ledge. It was a difficult jump, but he had no choice. His hands were giving out. He swung as hard as he could to left and jumped.

"Why didn't you just tell Fred he was in the study?" Victoria asked Nick.

Nick poked at the fire before turning back into the room. Upon her return from town, Victoria had been informed of what happened and she wasn't happy.

"Mother, he was scared. He was confused, dazed and in a lot of pain. He couldn't remember what happened. You didn't see the look on his face. You didn't see the fear in his eyes. I just couldn't. The only thing I could think of was to ..."

Victoria watched as Nick struggled to find the right words to end his thought. Nick didn't hide his emotions well and she knew where he was now.

"protect him?" She finished and touched his arm.

"Yeah. He was so hurt and lost. You should have seen him in the barn, reliving the fire. God, he was lost in a nightmare, crawling around looking for Jarrod. It was awful."

"You only did what comes natural. When someone you care about is hurt and in pain, your first instinct is always to protect them; shield them from harm."

Audra had been listening silently and approached the pair. She already had her coat on and broached the idea to them.

"Now that Mother's home and knows what happened, we should go to Heath. He need us with him, doesn't he?"

Victoria brushed her daughter's cheek and nodded.

"I know exactly what you mean, dear. We'll go."

They were almost to the front door when it was thrown open and Jarrod was hurled to the floor. He cried out and curled instinctively, protecting his injured arm. Nick was at his side in an instant. Hauling his battered brother to his feet, he glared at the intruders. His anger was evident in his tone.

"Who the hell are you?"

"None of your business, mister." Zeke declared waving the gun towards the parlor. "Now all of you, get in there."

Jarrod heard the growl growing in Nick's throat and felt the muscles in his arm flex. Whatever he was planning would only cause injury to himself or one of the women. He put a stop to whatever his brother was thinking.

"Not now Nick, it's too dangerous."

"Where's my son?" Victoria demanded, not moving an inch.

"Yeah, where's Heath?" Nick snarled.

Nick looked over at Jarrod and didn't like the defeated look in his eyes. The two intruders snickered and forced the family into the parlor. Nick resubmitted his question.

"Jarrod, what about it? Where is he?"

"I don't know. Maybe he got away." Jarrod said hopefully.

"Not likely. Best bet is that what's left of him is at the bottom of Miner's Canyon." Carson chortled.

"Miner's Canyon? How? What happened?" Victoria asked Jarrod while dabbing the blood off his face.

"We were on the way to town when they started chasing us. I thought if I sped up around the pass by Miner's Canyon, they lose us on the turn and we could jump and hide in the rocks. I miscalculated the turn, the wagon overturned on the rim. I was thrown out of the way. I don't know what happened to Heath. The blanket he was wrapped in was as the bottom. I didn't see any sign of him." Nick eased his injured brother onto the sofa. Jarrod was flanked on either side by his mother and sister. They both tended the injured lawyer. Victoria wrapped a scarf around this wounded arm. Jarrod's belt was used as a makeshift sling. He laid his head back and closed his eyes. One intruder remained with the rifle aimed at Jarrod while the other went outside and brought Greg in. They dumped the man on the floor and he managed to sit up. He looked over at his former classmate.

"I'm sorry Jarrod. You don't know how bad I feel about what happened." "You're sorry?" Nick fumed "In the short time you've been here, you managed to nearly kill both my brothers and burn down a building. Why didn't you just give them what they wanted?"

Greg took a look at the dark face of Nick Barkley looming over him. He couldn't meet the cowboy's eyes as he tried to defend himself.

"You don't understand. I tried. I tried real hard. But I not as strong as the demon inside. I didn't want to play poker, but I couldn't help myself. When I lost the necklace, I got desperate. I tried to tell Jarrod, but the other side was too powerful. I didn't want to break into the office. But..."

"But what, you couldn't help yourself? Save your breath, Forrest. I guess you didn't mean to kill that saloon girl, either, huh?" Nick spat out.

"I didn't kill her!!They did! I tried to help her, but she was dying. She grabbed at me and then she died."

Nick eyes narrowed as he looked at the pathetic man on the floor. He didn't hide his disgust as he addressed Greg.

"You miserable excuse for a...you put that coat on Heath to make it look like he did it. And you left him in there to die?"

"It wasn't like that. I wanted to go to the sheriff, but I-I-I just couldn't. I knew we had the same coloring. I had to get away. He woke up and grabbed me. I threw him off and the lamp fell over."

"SHUT UP!!" Carson slugged Greg and pointed the gun at Nick's head and made himself known.

"Now I'm tired of this game. You get that necklace, NOW!"

"Not until you let them go." Nick responded, indicating his family on the sofa.

"Wrong answer." Carson nodded and Zeke slugged Nick hard in the ribs with the rifle. Nick fell to his knees, gasping for breath.

"That's enough!!" Victoria sternly addressed the two intruders. "I would like to know what this is all about."

Zeke looked at the silver hair woman with admiration. She sure had a lot of spunk. He motioned to Greg and made it brief.

"He had a client in St. Louis, Nathan Winchester. Winchester likes to buy his wife expensive jewelry. He showed Forrest the necklace the day he brought it back from New York. Forrest stole it, expecting to sell it to pay off his debts. Winchester hired us to bring it back. He's a powerful man, and doesn't forgive a wrong done him. Forest claims he lost it to your son in a poker game. So I know it's here somewhere."

Nick made his way to a chair and sat bent over, nursing the cracked ribs. His eyes met Jarrods and neither knew the answer. Carson walked over to Audra and hauled her to her feet. Nick started to stand and interfere and felt the gun click in his ear.

"Boy, you don't listen too well." Zeke said forcing Nick back into the chair.

"Now, pretty girl, you're gonna look for that necklace. You got an hour. Then we start putting bullets in your family." Carson pushed her towards the foyer. Audra protested.

"I don't know anything about a necklace. I don't even know what is looks like"

"Let me look, Heath showed it to me." Nick offered.

"No, you stay put. Girly and me are goin' upstairs to find it. Maybe we'll have us some fun" He said fingering the blond hair and running his hand over her hip.

Nick and Jarrod both protested. Victoria pulled Jarrod back, but Nick flew out of the chair.

"You keep your filthy hands off of her. I'll tear you apart, you animal."

Nick never heard the response Carson issued. Zeke knocked him out with the rifle.

Heath flinched as his face was pelted with water. He shivered uncontrollably. He forced his eyes open and looked around. Sitting up, he felt pain just about everywhere. The thunder voiced a loud protest at the lightning which fired the sky. He looked around and recognized where he was, but didn't know how he got here. He crawled back to the wall and was provided a little shelter from the pouring rain. He was drenched.

He leaned back and rubbed a weary hand over his face. The ache in his head made it hard to think. Finally, he remembered being with Nick in the barn, riding in the wagon and falling. He decided to see just how far down he was. His first attempt at standing was rewarded with a shooting pain up his right leg. It wasn't broken; probably a bad sprain. He couldn't put any weight on it. He leaned out and looked into the rain and realized how far down he was. The walls of the canyon started to spin and he slid back down into darkness.

Sheriff Fred Madden looked up from his desk as the door opened. A loud boom of thunder followed Cody Wells inside. Fred watched the young man shake off the rain.

"Any word yet?" The wet wrangler asked the marshal.

"No, I got men looking on the south side of town. We covered most of the ground from here to the ranch all day. We thought we'd try the other way. I was just heading out to the ranch myself. Jarrod was supposed to stop in by now. I hope if he or Nick found Heath, they'd have the sense to bring him in."

"Mind if I ride with you?"

"Glad for the company, Cody."

Victoria rose to run to Nick's aid, but one look from Zeke stopped that. He rolled the unconscious man over and prodded him with his foot. Satisfied, he backed out into the foyer. Keeping the rifle on Victoria and Jarrod, he hollered upstairs.

"Do you have the necklace?" Victoria asked her oldest son.

"No," he answered drowsily. The fever brought on by the bullet was making difficult to stay awake. "I gave it to Nick, but he doesn't have it either."

Jarrod closed his eyes to the pain and allowed himself to think back. Suddenly, it occurred to him. His eyes opened and he turned to her with sorry smile. Before he could convey his thought, Zeke returned. His patience was wearing thin; his malice was evident as he approached them.

"Time's up" he said leveling the gun.

Cody and the marshal were halfway to the ranch, just coming through the pass by Miner's Canyon. The rain let up and it was now an inconsistent drizzle. Both stopped at the sight of the broken wagon. Cody jumped down and pointed to the brand on the side.

"It's the Barkley's."

Fred dismounted and surveyed the scene. He walked around the surrounding rocky terrain looking for signs of life. Both men called out the names of the Barkley brothers, but got no response. Cody looked at the wagon and got an idea. Musing it over, he approached the rim cautiously. He knelt and peered over the edge. He called out to his friends.

Heath was dreaming. It was a beautiful summer day. He was a boy again. He cast a line out into the stream and waited for the fish to bite. He lay back and felt the warm sun kiss his face. A chorus of birds provided music for him as the breeze carried the scent of the wildflowers nearby. His peace was disturbed by a voice calling to him.

"Go away. Leave me alone." He cried.

The voice persisted and forced him awake. He fought against the force pulling him back. He moaned and struggled; he didn't want to leave. As he returned, the pain came back. He rolled over and opened his eyes. His head felt heavy; he could just barely lift it. Shaking it several times, he finally cleared it. He heard the voice again, louder. He suddenly realized it wasn't a dream. He concentrated on the voice. Recognizing it, he tried to respond. His hollers were merely croaks, but he persisted. Standing brought the pain shooting up his leg, causing him to scream.

"Come on Cody, there isn't anyone here and were losing the light" Fred argued.

The marshal approached the young man, whose rain slicked dark curly head was no longer visible. Cursing, he grabbed the belt of the foolish man, now leaning dangerously over the rim.

"You aimin' to make Anne a widow? Get up from there."

Just then they both heard the scream. It was a weak cry, but there was someone below.

"Get me a rope" Cody cried excitedly.

Fred tied the rope around Cody and braced himself behind a rock with the other end. Cody only had to climb down a few feet when he heard the weak cry again. He spotted the battered Barkley to his left and hollered to him.

"Hang on boy, we're gonna get you up. I'm going to lower the rope to you. Secure it around your waist and give a good tug when you're done, okay. You understand?"

He waited until Heath nodded and waved. He then hollered for Fred to pull him up. Cody tied a large loop and lowered it down. It took more than a few minutes until they felt the tug. Fred braced himself behind the rock and Cody at the rim. Heath helped as much as he could by trying to climb. It seemed to take forever until the bandaged blond head appeared over the rim. Cody hauled him up and cradled him.

"You got to be part cat, Heath, you got nine lives!!"

Heath smiled and tried to respond, but had no voice left. Cody raised the injured man to a sitting position and grinned. His brown eyes didn't hide the emotional welcome.

"Sure gave us a scare last night. It's good to have you back. Friends like you are too hard to come by."

Fred knelt down by Heath's side and took in all the injuries. He handed a canteen to Cody who assisted Heath in getting a drink. Cody could feel the fever radiating from the back of Heath's neck as he supported him. His uneasy eyes met Fred's over the shivering younger man's head. He shook his head at Fred.

"He needs a doctor, Fred. He's burning up. I'll take him back to town. You go on up to the ranch." Cody turned to Heath and caught his eye before continuing.

"Heath, how'd you get out here? Was Jarrod or ..."

At the mention of his brother's name, Heath became upset. The resolve in his eyes compensated for his silence. He tried frantically tried to make them understand. He struggled to free himself from Cody's grasp. Cody's words corralled his agitated friend.

"Heath, calm down!. Is Jarrod around here hurt?"

Heath shook his head and pointed up the road. He pointed to Cody's gun and back up the road. Fred was lost but Cody caught on.

"Jarrod went home to get help?" He guessed.

Heath shook his head and fumbled with Cody's gun, needing both hands to awkwardly point it at the wagon. Fred grabbed it and returned it to its owner. His patience was spent and he grabbed Heath's shoulders and scolded him soundly.

"Look Heath, I've had enough of this. You're going back to town. I'll go to the ranch."

Cody lost his grasp on the fever-spirited fighter. Heath's animated eyes implored to Cody. Using the rest of his mettle reserve, Heath pushed himself upright. He felt every muscle scream in protest and his head pound out an angry response. The firewall of pain took command and conquered the weaker prey. He staggered briefly before the water-logged dirt met up with him. Heath propped himself up on his elbows as Cody knelt beside him. Heath looked at the mud and crudely drew a picture of a house. He pointed to Cody's gun. Cody thought for a minute, nodded and helped him sit up.

"Was Nick in the wagon with you?"

Heath shook his head no.

"Jarrod was driving?"

Heath nodded.

"Somehow you had an accident and somebody used a gun on Jarrod?"

Heath nodded again as Cody hauled him to his feet.

"Did they go back to the ranch?"

Heath nodded and tried to stagger to the horses. His injured leg wouldn't support him and Fred intercepted him.

"Look, I can't let you go anywhere but to a doctor in your condition."

Heath protested weakly and Cody played peacemaker.

"Look Fred, were losing time. If I take him back to town, that leaves you alone. By the time I could get help and get back to you, it would be a couple hours. We'll take him with us. You're going to need all the help you can get."

Fred reluctantly agreed and helped Heath onto Cody's horse. Cody held on to his friend tightly and the three rode towards the ranch.

Victoria silenced Jarrod with a glare. She knew if the necklace was found, they would have no leverage. These men had already killed and most likely would leave no witnesses. She stood in front of Zeke and never flinched.

"This won't accomplish anything. It won't bring the necklace back. I want my daughter returned to me now. If it's money you want, I can arrange that."

She moved past his protesting gun and knelt beside Nick. She grabbed a small pillow from the chair nearby. She gently lifted her son's dark head and placed it on the pillow. She tapped his cheek lightly and called to him. He remained still. His breathing was labored and she thought his broken ribs were the cause. She tried to lift him, but got nowhere. She was surprised when Greg Forrest crawled over and lifted Nick upright, propping him against the chair. His head lay back on the chairs cushion. She thanked him and walked up to the gunman. Stalling for time, she broached an idea.

"I'm going to make coffee and sandwiches. Right now, I want to see my daughter."

Zeke hollered for Carson. He soon appeared with Audra at his side. Victoria could see the girl was frightened, but seemed unharmed.

"Audra, are you all right?"

"I'm fine mother. Nothing's happened."

Zeke ordered them to continue searching and allowed Victoria to go to the kitchen, but with a warning.

"You try anything and both of these boys of yours will get it."

She nodded and left for the kitchen.

The riders stopped at the bunkhouse first. Fred got down and ran inside, but found it empty.

"Where is everybody?" He asked Cody.

Cody was struggling to hold onto the unconscious cowboy.

"Nick let us off early yesterday, cause of the party. He gave us off today. What now?"

Fred mounted and nodded towards the barn.

"We'll leave the horses there. We can go in the back door."

Once in the barn, Fred dismounted and eased Heath from Cody's grasp. The young man never stirred as they laid him on the bed of straw bricks in the corner. He was shivering severely and Cody covered him with two blankets.

"What's the plan" he asked the sheriff as he eased an old workshirt under Heath's head.

"I guess we go in the back door and split up."

Cody thought a minute and got a better idea.

"You go in the back door. I know how to get in upstairs. When we were kids, Nick used to climb out of one of the guestrooms onto a tree branch and shimmy down."

They split up at the edge of the yard, Cody headed for the tree around back. Fred peeked in the back window and was relieved to see Victoria alone. He opened the door quietly and put a finger to his lips as she turned. He heard an angry male voice beckoning. He waved for her to go.

"I'm coming. I'm just finishing the tray."

Fred got close enough to whisper that Cody was upstairs and Heath was alive, in the barn. She closed her eyes and sighed in relief.

"They're are two of them. One upstairs with Audra and one in the parlor. They have one rifle and two pistols. They're looking for a stolen necklace. It's too long to go into now.'

Zeke's cursing and bellowing brought the discussion to a halt. He nodded and pushed her towards the parlor.

Cody crept in the window and entered the room cautiously. Peeking into the hall, he saw the coast was clear. He proceeded past the next two bedrooms and heard a slap, Audra's muffled cry and the rip of fabric. Entering the room, he spotted the dazed girl lying on the bed. The villain leered lecherously and knelt over her. With a snarl, Cody pounced on him.

Victoria placed the tray on the table. Nick was still out cold, but Jarrod was watching Zeke warily. She sat next to him and handed him a sandwich.

"You'll feel better if you eat something son. It's that recipe from Uncle Fred in Cody, Wyoming."

Jarrod looked puzzled momentarily but nodded. A smile crept on his fevered face. Just as she was about to pour a cup of coffee, a shot rang out from upstairs.

Audra stared at the two figures lying on the floor. Her heaving sobs showed no signs of letting up. Finally, one man rose and approached her. He took the gun from her and sat down next to her. Audra looked through her tears at the handsome face.

"If you hadn't come in Cody, he would have..." Audra tears threatened to spill again

"Hey now, don't go getting upset. That animal won't hurt anyone again. You're fine now. By the way, Audra, thanks. Now I know where Nick learned to shoot so good."

"I'm the one who should be thanking you, Cody."

He saw the discarded blue shirt on the bedpost and handed it to her to cover herself. She nodded gratefully. He was just about to tell her to get to the barn and ride for help when shots rang out from below.

"Stay here!" He called out as he hurried through the door.

They all froze at the sound of the shot from upstairs. Zeke bolted for the foyer and looked for his partner. Fred ordered him to drop his gun from behind the doorway. He wheeled and ran for the parlor. Fred fired and missed. Jarrod saw his chance and used the remaining strength he had to launch himself at the gunman. Zeke wheeled and fired.

"NO!!" Greg cried out and hurled himself at Zeke.

Cody appeared in the doorway and took the threat down with one shot.

Jarrod cradled Greg's head in his lap. The dying man met his gaze.

"I'm sorry Jarrod. I really made a mess of things."

"You saved my life Greg."

"Jarrod, make sure my family ...insurance policy..cover debts...enough left for them..please?"

Jarrod nodded and comforted the dying man. All would be taken care of. Satisfied, Greg closed his eyes for the last time.

Cody knelt by the lawyer's side and rested a supporting hand on his shoulder. He helped Jarrod to his feet and settled him back on the couch. Jarrod thanked the young man and praised his timing.

Fred turned and greeted Cody, amazed and relieved.

"You all right?"

"Fine. There's another one upstairs, dead."

Seeing Victoria's worried gaze he reassured her with a hug.

"Sorry, I guess I forgot I was wet. She's fine. Mrs. Barkley. Fred, how about giving me a hand with Heath."

Victoria waited anxiously at the door. Several minutes later, Fred and Cody reappeared. Her face fell momentarily at the sight of her battered son.

"Heath, Heath" Audra cried from the top of the stairs. She retraced her steps back into her brother's room and turned back the quilt as he was laid gently in his bed.

Victoria sat next to him and said a silent prayer of thanks. Her small hand fingered the muddy bandaged head as her lips found the scarlet cheek. She ran her fingers through the wet blond hair and spoke words of comfort. Somehow she hoped her words would reach him.

The two women left to get clean bandages and basins of water. When they returned, Cody had removed Heath's wet muddy clothes and boots. He left the room to help with the others. He met Fred helping Jarrod walk to his room. Jarrod's heavy eyes sought out Heath's room. Fred stopped for a moment so that the lawyer could see his brother was safe and sound. He then got Jarrod settled into bed.

Cody knelt by Nick's side and was upset by his best friend's pale pallor and labored breathing. Nick so often filled a room with power and energy that it was unnatural to see him so silent and still.

"Hey buddy, talk to me." Cody prodded, tapping the pale cheek.

Nick never stirred. His head rested against the cushion of the chair. Cody lifted his head and cursed at the wet, sticky lump that met his hand. Fred entered and saw the worry that Cody was wearing. He patted the young man on the back and reassured him.

"Stop frettin' Cody, he's gonna be fine. You know they don't come any tougher than Nick Barkley. I've pulled the two of you out of worse spots than this. Sometimes I'm amazed you two survived this long."

Cody and Fred carried the unconscious cowboy to his room. After getting Nick comfortably settled, they carried the dead men to a wagon outside. Fred would return with the doctor, and send somebody to Cody's house to update his wife.

After checking on Jarrod, Cody then joined Victoria to help with Heath. They bathed him in an effort to bring down his temperature. She talked to Heath the whole time, constantly reassuring him that everyone was fine. Audra stayed with Jarrod, trying to keep his fever in check.

Doctor Merar was glad for the extra hands. It would be a long night. He checked on all three patients. Nick's injuries were the least severe and he asked Audra to remain with Nick until he could return. Cody remained with Heath, working on keeping him comfortable and getting the fever down. Victoria stayed with Jarrod while the doctor took the bullet out and set his arm. Satisfied that Jarrod was resting comfortably, he moved on to treat Heath

He inspected the head wound and requested an ice pack to reduce swelling. The chest burns were not severe and the burn ointment would suffice. The hands were another story. The burns were bad, but Nick's quick action had reduced the infection and started the healing process. It would be awhile before they would be flexible or usable. His lungs were congested from smoke and the damp exposure. The swollen ankle was a bad sprain. His biggest problem was the fever and ill effects from the head injury. Until he was awake, they would have to wait and see.

After taping Nick's ribs, the doctor frowned at the nasty laceration on the back on his head. After cleaning and stitching it, he gave Victoria orders for Nick to stay put. He felt the wound was serious enough to merit confinement to bed. He didn't think Nick would argue this one, as he would be in too much pain.

The doctor was satisfied that his three patients would sleep through the night. He joined Victoria for coffee in the parlor. He gave Victoria instructions for medicine and bed rest for her three sons.

"I know how stubborn those boys of yours are Victoria, I don't envy you trying to keep three of hem in bed."

"Yes, this is the first time I've been in that situation, and the last I hope. There is a guest room just across from Jarrod's room. Why don't you get some rest, I keep an eye on things for awhile." Victoria offered.

"Thanks Victoria, but Mary Hastings started with labor pains just as I left to come here. I'm going there now and I'll stop back tomorrow."

The doctor passed Cody who was making his way downstairs. He thanked the young man for all his help. Cody noticed Victoria staring into the fire, lost in thought. He sat down and she finally looked over at him. The grin that split the handsome face was so very familiar. She had seen it on the michevious little boy, the high spirited teenager and now in the courageous young man.

"Cody, I don't know how to thank you. Without your help, we could have never pulled through this. Thank you doesn't seem to cover all that you did."

"It'll do just fine. I'll tell you what, if it will make you feel better, you can have us over for supper. Give Anne a chance to show off the baby. Are you sure you don't want me to stay tonight?"

"No, thank you Cody. Silas will be back tomorrow morning. I think the worst is over."

"I'm gonna get going then. I'll stop in tomorrow and make sure Nick knows everything is okay on the ranch. I'll make sure he stays put even if it means using some nails."

Her laughter followed him to the door, and she embraced him warmly as he exited. She took the coffee tray and went upstairs. Audra was bathing Heath again and looked exhausted. Victoria noticed she was still wearing Heath's shirt.

"Why don't you get changed and go to bed, Audra. I'll sit with him."

Audra fingered the blue shirt and smiled at her mother.

"I think I'll keep it on for awhile. Goodnight Mother."

Victoria kissed Heath's forehead and was pleased that the heat seemed to have receded somewhat. He wasn't as restless. She left him briefly to check on Nick and Jarrod. Returning to Heath's room, she poured a cup of coffee and settled in the chair. The past two days' events had left her very weary. She was dozing when she felt the bed move. Instantly awake, she saw him struggling in his sleep. His thrashing caused her to sit on the bed and strong-arm him.

"Heath. Heath. Your dreaming, son. Wake up."

He gasped and his eyes shot wide open. He frantically took in the room and finally his eyes came to rest on her concerned face. He was home and her smile told him he was safe. He rasped out her name and reached for her. He was trying to say something; she leaned in and kissed the warm cheek. She smiled at the blue eyes, now half mast, that found her.

"Shhh. It's okay, son. I know, I love you too."

The next morning

Victoria was carrying a breakfast try to Jarrod's room. He had been awake and sitting up in bed when she checked on him. Although pale and drawn, he was clear headed and hungry. She set the tray down in front on him. Just as she was about to pour his tea, an unearthly sound filled the air. Jarrod laughed and shook his head.

"Sounds like Nick is up, Mother. Better grab him before he breaks something."

Victoria got to Nick's room and found her middle son sitting on the bed, groaning. She kissed his cheek and sat next to him. She winced at the pained gaze that met hers.

"Good morning son, how are you?"

"I'll tell you when you bring me the rest of my head. There ought to be a big piece of it somewhere downstairs." He grumbled, placing his aching head in his hands.

"The doctor said you'll be fine by the end of the week. You will stay in this bed, Nicholas. Even if it means taking drastic measures."

He smiled weakly at her firm tone. Suddenly, the rest of the fog lifted. He remembered the actions of the night before. He turned to her, his face a mask of concern. His voice was more that a little worried.

"What happened Mother? Is everyone okay? Heath, where is he?"

"Take it easy Nick. Heath is next door. The doctor feels he'll make a full recovery." Victoria answered.

She then spent several minutes filling in all the details. She saw him exhale, relieved. She didn't have to fight him. He lay back on the pillow and closed his eyes. He was out again.

Cody and the doctor arrived together just after nine. Silas had returned. After his initial shock at the weekends' events, he was busy in the kitchen.

The doctor checked on Jarrod first. Of the three, he knew Jarrod would be the most sensible and not fight his orders. While he checked on Heath, Cody stopped in to visit his best friend.

Victoria was pleased to see that Heath was smiling weakly at the doctor when she approached the bed. His fever was still a little high, but with rest, medication and fluids, it would dissipate. The doctor ordered him to stay in bed, that the concussion was serious. Heath nodded as he dozed off.

Nick woke up and looked painfully at the sun peeking in the window. His eyes caught a form next to him. Squinting through his misery, he noticed Cody dozing in the chair. He sat up and let out a loud bellow. Cody woke up with a start and smiled at the scowling face.

"What are you doing here?" Nick growled.

"I'm keeping an eye on you. You know, making sure you stay put."

"Kinda hard to do with your eyes closed, isn't it?"

"I must have dozed off for a minute. I had a busy night, you know. Guess I'll stick to wrangling, you can get a prettier nurse." Cody grinned broadly.

Nick smiled and grasped his friend's hand. He knew Cody risked his life; twenty years of friendship told him he would do it again, without question. The loyalty and courage that Nick admired so much, came so easily to Cody.

"Listen, mother told me how you helped save us all last night. Thanks, Cody."

Cody met Nick's appreciative stare before sitting down next to him. They shared a moment before Cody responded.

"So I thought to myself, now I got Nick broke in just the way I like it. Take me too long to find another easy mark, uh I mean boss. Made the decision a lot easier. Plus, couldn't afford to lose Heath. Be way too quiet all day without him."

Nick ruffled the black curly hair and laughed. Slapping Cody on the back he retorted.

"Easy mark huh? I'll have you know foremen like you are easy to come by. You watch it or you'll be swabbing the floor at Annie's, living on tips. Now how about helping me to the bathroom?"

After Nick was clean and dressed, Cody helped him to Jarrod's room. The three talked of the night's happenings. Cody finally brought up a point that seemed to have slipped by.

"Where is the necklace?"

Nick frowned and shook his head. Jarrod cleared up the mystery.

"It's in Nick's jacket. Remember Nick, you slipped it in your pocket while we were talking in the foyer. Then you put your coat on Heath when we left yesterday. I'll give it to Fred later today."

"You know Cody, I ain't paying you top dollar to be a babysitter. Those calves need branding and then there's the matter of that stallion I spotted last week." Nick grunted

"Not to worry boss, I got everything under control." Cody nodded and grinned at the brothers.

"How's that" Nick retorted.

"The power of delegation."

"What?" Nick faced screwed up and Jarrod laughed so hard he nearly choked on his coffee.

"Nick, you better get back to bed before Mother discovers you're missing." Jarrod chortled.

"Not until I see Heath and get something to eat."

"NICHOLAS" Nick winced at the sound of his mother's voice.

"Too late" Cody laughed, helping him up.

She didn't get a chance to chastise him. He pleaded with her to visit Heath, but she stood firm. Heath was sleeping and wouldn't be up for hours.

Nick powered himself down the hall and fought off his mother's arm.

"I just want to see him mother."

Victoria and Cody watched as Nick unsteadily approached the bed and adjusted the blanket covering his brother. He looked Heath up and down hard before rested his hand for a moment on the flushed face. He frowned and Victoria took his arm and tried to ease his concern.

"The fever is from the infection caused by the burns and from a chill he caught. The doctor said Heath would have been much worse if you hadn't taken such good care of him. Between the medicine, rest and care he's getting, he'll be fine. Stop worrying. Come on now, you need to rest."

Nick patted his ailing brother on the shoulder and took his aching bones back to bed.

Fred Madden nodded a greeting to Silas as the elderly black man admitted him to the house. Victoria was in the parlor. When he got closer, he was surprised to find Jarrod there as well.

"Jarrod, I didn't expect to find you out of bed. How are you?"

"A little worse for wear, Fred. I have something for you."

Jarrod pointed to the velvet pouch on the table. Fred took out the necklace and raised his eyebrows in surprise. It matched the description from the St. Louis Police Department.

"This is it all right. The Winchester's reported it stolen a couple weeks ago. After some heavy questioning, they admitted to hiring those two goons to get it back, no questions asked. Oh, I also asked the police to check with Forrest's wife about that insurance policy."

"Thanks Fred, I write to her when things settle down a bit. Now I think I'll check on Heath and have a nap before dinner. Oh and Fred, thanks again for all you did last night."

"A little luck goes a long way Jarrod. I'll tell you, If you ever decide to get a new foreman, I'd have a job waiting for Cody. That kid sure has the right stuff."

"Believe me Fred, I know it. Don't short change yourself, you have some of the right stuff yourself."

Jarrod left his mother and Fred in the parlor and made his way slowly up the stairs. He wasn't surprised to find Nick already sitting by Heath's head. Nick was dozing and Jarrod didn't want to disturb him. He got a chair from the desk nearby and sat facing Heath. Watching his two battered brothers sleep reminded him of some overdue time at the cabin. They had been discussing a long weekend for quite some time, never getting around to actually going. Once Heath was stronger, they would make that trip. He felt a shift in the bed and saw the blue eyes blinking and heard the moan.

"Well, good afternoon sir. How are you feeling?"

Heath tried to focus on the voice and relaxed when Jarrod's blue eyes came into clear view. He turned to see Nick looking at him as well. He smiled weakly at his two brothers. His head ached, his hands throbbed and his throat hurt. Boy, it was sure good to be home. He saw Jarrod's sling and Nick's gray complexion and bandaged head. He pointed a bandaged hand at them and cast his worried face back to the lawyer. He rasped out a pained inquiry.

Jarrod and Nick both laughed at the sad croaking sound. Nick reassured him.

"We're okay, brother. I got some cracked ribs and a grand headache. Jarrod's loving all the sympathy that sling is earning him. You hungry?"

Heath nodded and pointed to the water pitcher. Nick retrieved the glass of water and placed it on Heath's bedstand. He felt the forehead and pushed away the white mitten and laughed at the protest that followed.

"I'm fine, stop fussin" Heath rasped and swatted Nick's hand.

After giving him a drink, Nick went to inform his mother that Heath was ready for some food. Jarrod told his brother of the previous nights' events. He watched amused as Heath's expressive face changed constantly, reacting to the actions of the story.

End of the week, at dinner

"Well, it's good to have you all around the table again" Victoria smiled.

"What happened to Greg, Jarrod?" Audra asked.

"He wasn't a bad man. Gambling, much like any vice, say, alcohol, starts off as a bad habit. But then it grows inside of you and gradually you lose control. The demons in Greg took over as he became more desperate. It a shame, somewhere on the road from college to the night of the party, he went from a confident promising attorney to a broken, bedeviled stranger."

The platters made their way around the table. Nick fixed a plate for Heath, whose bandaged hands were too cumbersome to handle a knife. The table was lively with talk. Jarrod was saying that Cody told him how much smoother the ranch work was going without Nick's loud directives. Nick immediately protested. Heath's voice was just starting to emerge, but the doctor advised resting it. He listened at the loud conversation and laughed at a remark Jarrod made. Nick passed the bread around. It was in a basket, with a large linen napkin under it. Audra folded the napkin up, so the bread would stay warm.

Heath stared at her hands. At first his intense blue gaze went unnoticed. Audra looked up and saw him staring.

"Heath, what is it?" She asked.

The other family members shifted their eyes his way. Heath was lost in thought. They watched as he started to sweat and gasp. Nick was ready to shake him, when Victoria held up her hand.

"No Nick, he's remembering something. Let him go."

Heath cocked his head as he stared at the wrapped bread. Something so familiar about that bundle. He flashed to Jarrod's office, it was on fire. He could feel the heat. He saw Jarrod's desk. He closed his eyes and saw the French doors to Jarrod's study. He staggered in and ... and...Where was it? What did he do with it? Then he remembered everything.

Nick didn't like this charade and when his brother's eyes closed and he started to shake, he stood to put a stop to the episode. He placed his hands on his brother's quaking shoulders, shook him and addressed him gently.

"Heath, Heath. Are you okay?"

Heath gasped and looked around. Then he looked under the table. Nick looked under the table too and questioned his confused brother.

"What? What are you looking for?"

Forgetting his injured ankle, Heath stood up and immediately yelped in pain. Nick grabbed him and was about to lose his temper. Heath snatched his crutches and told his concerned family he'd be right back. Nick followed him and watched curiously as Heath disappeared into Jarrod's study. Hearing the thud, he ran in the room and admonished the blond man who now lay on the floor.

"Will you please tell me what you are doing?"

Heath took the hand up and pointed under the table.

"Can you get that for me, I can't reach it. It's important."

Nick muttered a few choice words but knelt down by the table. Supporting his ribs with one hand, he used Heath's crutch and pulled the object out from under the table. He looked at the smoke laced bundle and started to open it. Heath got upset.

"NO! NO! It's Jarrod's. Give it to him."

"Okay, take it easy. Fine thing, I'm the one all busted up on the floor getting something for Jarrod. How come he ain't in here getting it himself."

"Cause you're the one who came after me. Besides, he's got a bad arm." Heath croaked with a twinkle in his eye. He smiled just waiting for the roar.

"HIS ARM! I got a dent in my head and tape and gauze holding my ribs together. How about a little sympathy for me? Are you laughing at my misfortune Heath?" Nick grumbled trying hard not to smirk.

The pair made their way back into the dining room and Nick handed Jarrod the cloth bundle. Heath was out of breath when he finally found his seat. Jarrod looked at the beige fabric, now charred and recognized it.

"This is my suitcoat. I left it in the office one day last week."

Curious, he unwrapped it. No one else could see what was inside. Jarrod's eyes widened in shock and at first no words would emerge. The family exchanged glances as they watched the lawyer's free hand shake.

"What is it dear?" Victoria asked.

Rising from her chair, she joined Nick and Audra, who were flanking Jarrod. They all murmured in surprise at the sight of the object.

Jarrod's hands were trembling slightly as he delicately removed the object from it's wrapping. The cameo hit the table and he looked at the undamaged photo of Beth. In his mind he heard Cody's words. That Heath could have come through the window, but turned and went to Jarrod's desk. He looked up in stunned silence as the gravity of what happened hit him. Heath would have had to lean over the burning desk to reach the picture. He found himself standing by his brother's side. Heath was silently studying the tablecloth. He laid a hand to the blue clothed shoulder.

"Heath, is this how you got burned? Reaching across my desk to get Beth's photo?"

As usual, Heath was very uncomfortable being the center of attention. He blushed and nodded. Finally meeting his brother's gaze, he threw Jarrod a lopsided grin and shrugged.

"Why Heath? Cody said you could have come through the window and saved yourself. You could have been killed." The lawyer asked.

"I thought I had time. I knew how much it meant to you. Her last gift. You can't replace something like that. I...I...Well, I thought it was important." Heath croaked.

Jarrod sat in Nick's vacated chair and met his youngest brother's blue-eyed gaze. His expressive eyes were full of emotion as he laid his working arm on Heath's shoulder.

"I do treasure this photo of Beth and all the wonderful memories I have of her. But Heath, nothing could replace you. You're more important to me than any possession. My God, it wasn't worth the risk. Your life is priceless."

"So was Beth. It was the right decision Jarrod. I do it again if I had to."

"In case I didn't say it, thank you Heath. I'll never forget the sacrifice you made."

"You face said it fine Jarrod, when you opened that coat up and saw her."

Nick ruffled the blond hair and Audra kissed his cheek. Victoria took the face in her hands and admonished him.

"Heath Barkley. Don't you ever do something so foolish again. It was a noble gesture, but not worth losing your life. The dark, terrible hours that we suffered through, thinking you were gone."

She started to say something else but he put his bandaged hand to her lips. Turning back to Jarrod he took a deep breath and began. He turned and looked into his oldest brother's intense stare. The room quieted as they all listened to the strained voice.

"Until tonight I couldn't remember exactly what happened. Jarrod, I was headed for the window. Just as I was about to jump, someone or something pulled me back. I thought it was you. I called out your name and spun around, but no one was there. It was then that the fire covered the spot I would have been in, had I jumped. Jarrod, I would have been killed. I turned to shield my face from the flames and saw her picture."

Heath paused to catch his breath and took the photo from Jarrod hands. He gently traced the edge of the frame and looked at her face.

"I just knew somehow, that...well...it was her. After I got the picture, I dropped to the floor to put out the flames on my shirt. From the spot where I fell, I saw the cellar; my only chance of escape."

He paused and drained a glass of water. He felt the tension in the room displayed in their stunned expressions. Handing the photo back to Jarrod he quietly concluded his episode.

"So you see brother, I believe Beth and I saved each other."

Later that night the house was quiet and still. Jarrod enjoyed a brandy and the warm fire that crackled in the fireplace. He smiled at the photo of Beth on the table in front of him. He thought of something as he fingered the cracked glass in the frame. He looked across the table to another photo. Leaning forward, he picked it up. He took in the smiling faces gathered around his mother at her last birthday. He studied the face of his newest brother. With his father casting approval from the mantle, he offered a toast.

"Every inch a Barkley and then some. Thank you Heath."

Finishing the last of the amber liquid, he rose to hit the stairs. He cast a loving look at his wife and smiled. Somehow he felt his brother now had a guardian angel.

"Thank you too Beth."

THE END.