By Dawn's Early Light, Part 1

By Deirdre

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

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The road to a family celebration takes a terrifying turn.

Marie Auberge spread marmalade on the hot, flaky croissant as she watched her two eldest sons, Pierre and Jean, having a loud discussion. It was hotheaded Pierre who was loudly addressing Jean, two years younger and much wiser, thought Marie. Jean knew better than to cross Pierre when he was this angry. Smiling, she was pleasantly surprised by a kiss on the cheek from her youngest son, Andre. Shaking his golden head, his blue eyes shone with merriment at the antics of his furious dark-haired brothers. He poured coffee for himself and for his mother. When his parents finished breakfast, he would take them to the train.

"Bonjour, Mama. It's too beautiful a day for such noise!"

"Bonjour, cheri. Your brothers, ah, they start too early today."

"JEAN! PIERRE! Come here."

At the insistent tone in their mother's voice, the two dropped the argument and walked over onto the verandah for breakfast. Before sitting down, both boys kissed their mother. Jean's face flushed with anger as he glared at his older brother. Marie looked at her handsome sons and wondered where the years had gone. Thirty years of marriage to Etienne had brought them these fine boys and a bountiful life. Pierre, like his father was tall and slim. His dark hair and dark eyes, almost black, often matched his mood. Jean at 26 was just as tall but more muscular. Although his had Etienne's wavy black hair, his blue eyes and features favored his mother. Then there was 21 year old Andre, her youngest. What a delight! His features favored Etienne but his coloring was unique to him alone. Often, his sharp wit and easygoing nature were used as a buffer for his two colorfully tempered brothers.

"What could you possibly have been arguing about this early? You'll never accomplish anything screaming at each other. You should learn to listen."

Pierre arched a cocky eyebrow at Andre and nudged Jean who was trying not to smirk.

"All of a sudden, since you graduated from that fancy college, you're an expert at everything. How did we ever get along without him, eh Jean?"

"It's a miracle, Pierre! So little brother, you would like to know what we were discussing, no? Well maybe if you starting earning you way around here instead of romancing the days away, you would be more informed."

"You both are jealous. Is it my fault that women find me irresistible? I could teach you both a thing or two!"

"Arrogant puppy!!" Pierre exclaimed as he swatted Andre and Jean heaved a roll at him, causing Marie to admonish all three.

Jean winked at Pierre and the two went about filling their plates with croissants, eggs, cheese and fruit. Etienne Auberge, a handsome man of 60 with silver hair, watched as his three sons bantered at the table. He greeted his wife warmly and sat down to enjoy his meal.

"Pierre, did you hear from Monsieur Robertson? Has he accepted the contract?"

"I did Papa. I will travel to San Francisco next week to complete the deal. I was thinking of taking Andre with me. It's high time he learned that side of the business."

"Not to mention all those beautiful hearts yet to be broken by the bay

Pierre nodded in agreement with Jean's assessment of their younger brother's prowess with women. He also knew that of the three of them, Andre possessed the best combination of business savvy, charm and just enough gall to ensure that Villa Parisian Winery continued to be a success. He just needed a few years of seasoning.

Etienne Auberge founded the family owned winery nearly 23 years ago. From a very early age all three boys learned the business. It started with choosing the right grapes, soil and irrigation methods through harvesting in the fall. From there, learning every step in the pressing, fermenting and filtering stages. Finally assuring that the wine was stored in huge oak canisters. This allowed it to grow to maturity in a cool environment, without distraction. Bottling, sales and distribution were areas that Jean and Pierre were both familiar with. Andre had yet to learn that part of the family trade.

The Auberge wine cellar was well known. From dry whites, through semi sweet roses and rich red full-bodied reds, the name was associated with nothing but high quality. Their newest endeavor was peach champagne. This idea had started years before when Pierre and Etienne were in San Francisco and had dinner with Jarrod Barkley.

Tom and Victoria Barkley were the first friends the Auberges made in California. Traveling from France, their dream was to open a winery in the Napa Valley. Etienne used all his money for passage from France and then the trek across this vast country. Marie was expecting Pierre and they only got as far as Stockton when she fell ill. The town doctor knew the Barkleys well and knew Tom was looking for someone with the right knowledge to help him start a small winery. Etienne couldn't believe their good fortune. For 5 years, they worked for the Barkleys and became lifelong friends. Then Etienne had enough money to sustain his small family. With Tom's help, he was able to obtain a loan. That enabled him to convert an old rundown mill in Napa Valley, into the beautiful Villa Parisian. Over the years the two families had merged on several vintages using hybrids.

It was at that dinner, years before, when Jarrod Barkley brought along a bottle of peach wine that was a new venture for the Barkley wine cellar. Both men thought the wine to be light and refreshing. As they were talking, Jarrod asked the two how they would feel about a joint venture, peach champagne. Champagne was very popular among the wealthy, especially in San Francisco and this would be truly unique. Jarrod thought the merger would be a marriage made in heaven. Both the Auberges and Barkleys produced nothing but quality.

Marie and Etienne had not been down to the Barkley ranch in years. The business kept Etienne so very busy. Now his sons were more than capable of running things, he felt more at ease. They were raised with equal amounts of love and discipline and Etienne made sure they knew what hard work was. So when Victoria wrote to invite them down for a few days, they accepted on the condition that the Barkley family would then return with them to the Villa for the harvest festival.

Etienne was brought rather rudely out of his pleasant daydream, by the all too familiar strains of his oldest son's voices. Seeing them brought back memories of his brother Claude, who was killed before they left France. A brother is a valuable gift, one that should be treasured. They were good sons, fine men; he was proud of them. For all their "colorful discussions" he knew that they loved each other and would be lost without each other. Rising to leave for the train, he clapped each of the dark heads, enjoying the chorus of complaints.

"You two will put me in the early grave, no? Promise me that you will not kill each other before Andre returns? We will see you at the end of the week."

Marie kissed the boys good-bye and chastised their behavior. Jean bid them farewell.

"Au revior Mama, Papa! Andre see to it that you do not get lost on the way home. You will learn what it is to sweat! I intend to see to it that you are too tired to be so amorous!!"

"Jean, that day will never come."

Victoria Barkley sat out on the front porch enjoying the beautiful October weather. The crisp, cool air was refreshing as she waiting for Jarrod to bring Marie and Etienne to the ranch. Jarrod's afternoon appointment prevented him from staying. He would return for dinner.

Victoria thought back on the first time they met. Marie was so very ill at the time. She was a beautiful dark-haired girl who was scared and spoke little English. That had changed during the years they lived on the ranch. She remembered how they celebrated when Jean and Nick were born only weeks apart. She remembered when the winery opened, and over the years how proud Tom was of his friend's success. Marie and Etienne came to her when they heard of Tom's death. Etienne was visibly shaken. Yes, this would be a good visit, and she looked forward going to Napa.

So lost in thought was she, that she almost missed the surrey pulling up in front of her. Marie was as beautiful as ever, still tiny and with only a little gray in that dark hair. Etienne was as handsome as he was the day she met him.

"Victoria, ah, my old friend it is so good to see you. It has been far too long."

"Etienne, you are so right. I can't believe it's been two years since we've seen each other."

The two women embraced and held an affectionate stare. She showed the two into the house and got them settled in their room. They ate a light lunch and Victoria suggested a walk outside. They no sooner left the house when she heard the all too familiar sound of Nick's bellow racing across the yard.

Marie and Etienne watched the scene carefully. Nick was very upset at a young, blond ranch hand that Marie thought was very handsome. The fair-haired boy walked around the corral, saying little or nothing. Nick followed behind him, shouting loudly and colorfully. His arms were waving in the air, complimenting the red-face and fierce temper. Etienne thought either the young man was deaf or had nerves of steel! He remained calm throughout the ordeal and it was only when he attempted to jump into the corral and Nick grabbed his arm that they heard him speak.

"Have you been listening to anything I said?"

"Be like missin' a hurricane, Nick. I ain't deaf and I ain't dumb. I know what I'm doing."

"You're gonna break that fool head of yours. Don't go expectin' me to ride for the doctor or carry what's left of your sorry carcass out of that corral."

Marie and Etienne watched the pair curiously. The last remark from Nick caused the blond man to turn and smile as he addressed the angry Barkley, laying a hand on his shoulder and giving him a wink.

"Didn't know you cared so much, Nick. I'm touched."

Victoria shook her head and laughed as Heath hopped the fence and approached the ebony stallion. Nick emitted a few words that were just a little too colorful.

"Nick!!"

"Sorry Mother. He justs get me so riled up. I swear sometimes that boy don't hear one word I say. I might as well be talking to a fence post."

"Sorry Marie, I didn't mean to offend you. Etienne it's good to see you again." Nick said.

She took his arm as they watched Heath work his magic. Etienne had seen a few horses broken. Marie hadn't and watching the young man holding on for dear life, as the magnificent animal thrashed about, was frightening.

"Mon Dieu!! The boy will be killed, no? I cannot look."

Nick sensed a problem before he saw his brother's normally confident look disappear from his face. He was over the fence in a flash and just in time to reach Heath when the spirited beast threw him. He rolled Heath over carefully and cradled him. Heath's eyes remained closed and Nick spoke in a low, concerned tone.

"You okay Heath? Can you hear me?"

"I thought you were gonna git rid of that snake repellent. Boy Howdy do you stink. I think I prefer the horse."

"You know Heath, one of these days you're gonna be sorry. And you ain't exactly carrying the scent of fresh roses yourself."

Nick loudly chastised his smirking brother. At the same time, he helped him up and looked hard to make sure he wasn't hurt. The two exited the corral. Heath walked over and kissed his mother, who admonished him.

"Heath Barkley, that wasn't a bit funny. You nearly scared Marie to death."

Heath turned to the petite woman. He took her small hands and bowed his head.

"I'm very sorry ma'am, I didn't mean to scare you. I'm sorry mother, I didn't know you were watching, I certainly wouldn't want to frighten anyone. Please accept my apologies ma'am."

Marie looked at the handsome boy and smiled. She leaned up and kissed his cheek.

"I am so glad to meet you at last. Your mother's letters carried her praises of you. You are just as handsome as she described."

Heath blushed to the ears and Nick guffawed, slapping him on the back.

"Let's go Romeo, we got a lot of work to do."

They watched as the two walked away, Nick talking and Heath nodding. Victoria smiled at the site that she never got tired of watching. Marie saw the affection in the gaze. As they walked back to the house, she turned to Victoria.

"You have taken him in your heart, yes?"

"Oh yes, Marie, he is an easy person to love. It's hard to believe he's only been here a year. He's just turned 22 in the spring. He suffered so much in his early years, I'm glad he's finally found a family and a home."

In the parlor, just before dinner

Audra was a charming and beautiful as the Auberges remembered. The whole family was listening in delight as Etienne told them about his own three boys and their antics. They were waiting on Nick and Heath, who were a little overdue. They heard the door slam and the familiar sound of Nick's wrath.

"I'd know that roar anywhere. Well I guess dinner won't be late after all"

Jarrod assessed the situation as Nick continued, seemingly unaware of the rest of them. They watched in amusement at Nick followed Heath through the foyer, arguing all the way. As usual, Heath took it all in with a smile.

"I told him before about slacking off. He's been warned. He's lucky I didn't fire him. He's ever luckier that you cover up for him"

"Nick, let it go"

"LET IT GO! We nearly lost a chunk of the herd. If you weren't so good with that horse, we would have."

Heath walked over to his mother and kissed her cheek.

"Sorry I'm late Mother."

"That's all right dear. I hope you're hungry."

Nick didn't miss that remark and turned to Heath.

"He's always hungry! The only time he ain't hungry is when he's out cold. It's a good thing we got plenty of fresh beef handy. Heath, where are your boots?"

Everyone now took the time to stare at the tired, hungry cowboy whose once white socks was the focus of attention.

"They were muddy, I left them at the door."

"Thank you dear, it's nice that one of my sons is so considerate." Victoria smiled.

Nick scowled at Heath and looked at his own muddy boots. Everyone rose to enter the dining room and Jarrod turned to Heath.

"Don't trip over your halo on the way to the table."

Etienne did the honors and popped the first bottle of the peach champagne. After all the glasses were full, he made a toast.

"We share this good meal with good friends and are so thankful"

"SALUTE"

They all drank the delicious nectar and pronounced it a success. Jarrod was taking a case back to San Francisco with him, and felt that soon they would have more customers than bottles. The dinner was wonderful, from the French onion soup, stuffed mushrooms, prime rib with all the trimmings straight through to the Bandy Alexander Souffl�.

Marie, Audra and Victoria spent the morning shopping in town, before meeting Jarrod for lunch. He was such a handsome man and so polished. He will make some lucky girl a wonderful husband, Marie thought.

"Jarrod, how is it that you are not yet married? You must have all the girls in San Francisco and Stockton at your feet, yes?"

"Marie, I think Heath and Nick keep the Stockton girls pretty busy. As for San Francisco, it's full of charming young woman, and I do enjoy their company."

"How about you Mademoiselle Audra? Such a beautiful girl, is their someone special?"

The pretty girl blushed at the complement.

"No, Marie, not yet. I hear those boys of yours are pretty dashing."

"Oui, they are. Pierre will be married soon. His Josette is a lovely girl. She has brought so much joy to his heart; he is moody much less. But Jean and Andre are still looking. I bet you love having three such handsome brothers to protect you, eh?"

"Oh sometimes I get mad at them for teasing me, but I couldn't be any luckier. They're each very special in their own way."

"Of course I'm your favorite, right Audra?"

"You're always my favorite brother when you buy me lunch Jarrod!"

"Well, I guess by now the boys are making a cowboy out of your husband, Marie"

Nick and Heath took Etienne on a partial tour of the ranch. He watched them work together. So in tune with their actions, often neither uttered a word. Whether it was branding calves, rounding up strays, or simply assessing the many repairs. He thought of how proud Tom would be to see his sons keep his dream alive. Having spent the last few days with them he noticed that Nick was a born leader. He was the type that men would follow in battle. He was exceptionally well attuned to the ranch's needs and made critical split second decisions seem easy. His outgoing aggressive style was complemented perfectly by Heath's quiet demeanor. He didn't know the boy well. However, he could assess that beneath the calm exterior was a tough, smart and loyal young man whose strength Nick counted on.

"Etienne, Heath and me got some rather dirty work to finish up before dinner. Why don't you ride back? You should have time for a hot bath. We'll see you at dinner."

"Ah, that bath, it does sound good to me Nick. Thanks for letting me accompany you today. I was just thinking how proud your father would be of such a son. You wear the name well, my friend."

Nick nodded his thanks to Etienne and looked over to where Heath was tallying cows.

"He'd have a lot to be proud of, Etienne."

Thursday afternoon.

Victoria, Nick and Heath joined the Auberges, taking a late afternoon train to Martinez, which was south of the Villa. They would be met by one of the Auberge boys and continue to the Villa. Audra and Jarrod had taken an earlier train to San Francisco and would come in on Saturday morning.

The train broke down halfway to Martinez. They would stay overnight here and continue on in the morning, after the repair. It was after 7 p.m. when they walked from the train station to the only hotel in town. The Hotel Miranda was a pleasant surprise. Its Spanish motif was a colorful blend of whitewashed stucco walls accented by coral and turquoise. The large lobby had a reservation and lounging area on one side and a bar and restaurant on the other. The room Heath and Nick shared was on the third floor. Victoria and the Auberge's had rooms on the second. After checking in, sending a wire to the Villa and freshening up, the quintet were to meet in the lobby. Nick was delayed and the other four talked quietly. The hotel was busier than usual. The crowded lobby buzzed with activity. Victoria went over to the restaurant entrance and waited to make reservations. Heath didn't cotton much to crowds and this lobby was very crowded. He excused himself to go outside and get some fresh air.

Wade Evans and his two cohorts Sam Davis and Cooter Lynch ambled out of the bar. Cooter smiled a sly grin and elbowed the large man to his right.

"Hey Wade, looky yonder, ain't that Heath Thomson?"

Wade stopped dead in his tracks and stared in disbelief at the man Cooter indicated. Heath was across the room headed towards door. Wade ran through the room and hit the unsuspecting victim hard from behind, driving him into waist high brass railing that led up to the door. Heath went down on all fours, gasping for breath. Wade towered over him continuing the assault verbally.

"Well, I thought I seen the last of your stinkin' hide on the wharf in Frisco. You're still a no-good bastard with a whore for a mother. Ain't a whole lot to be proud of, bein' a no account whelp whose own father didn't want him."

Nick was whistling as he came down the stairs and noticed the crowded room turn quiet as all eyes were glued to somebody lying by the door. He didn't see the attack but heard every word Wade said. He saw Etienne holding his mother back; her eyes were livid with anger. She frantically searched for Nick and was relieved to see his dark form fly across the room.

Heath felt the heat in his face as a curious mix of anger and embarrassment rose up in him. He felt every eye in the room on him. Would it never end? This was a small town and still his past met up with him. Gritting his teeth, he rose up and addressed Wade with all the disgust he could muster.

"You filthy rotten excuse for a man. They should have hung you 2 years ago. You're nothing but an animal, assaulting young girls and beating them. You don't deserve to live, that girl in San Francisco was only 15, you abused her then beat her to death."

Wade could see all the people in the lobby whispering and pointing to him. Heath would pay for this. Everytime he looked in the mirror at the scar on his face, courtesy of Heath, he remembered his vow to get even. He went to reach for his gun but heard a click in his ear.

"Go ahead, try it. I'd like nothing better than to put a few balls of lead into your sorry hide."

Nick spoke carefully and deliberately. His face was set in stone and his eyes burned like coals. Wade started to walk away and Heath grabbed his arm.

"You understand this, my mama was no whore, she was a lady. And don't you ever talk about my father again."

Heath delivered one solid shot that sent Wade Evans through the door and onto the sidewalk. He walked outside and watched as the two other vermin picked up Evans and went across the street. He kept his back to the door and leaned on the hitching post. Nick stopped in the doorway taking in his brother's steely-eyed, red-faced stare. He saw the fists clenched in rage. Every time this happened it burned Nick inside. He pounded the doorjamb. He saw Victoria approaching out of the corner of his eye and waved her off. He walked past Heath and turned, leaning against the post. He addressed his brother's furious mask.

"You okay?"

Heath nodded without looking up. Nick stood by his brother's side for several minutes. Finally, Heath spoke.

"I can feel their eyes burning holes right into my back. They're staring aren't they?"

Nick glanced past Heath's shoulder into the lobby. Sure enough, most of the people were staring at Heath and whispering. He shook his head in disgust as Heath continued.

"When's it gonna end, Nick? I get so tired of it. My God, in a small town like this, what are the odds? My poor mama can't even rest in peace."

Nick stood up and laid a hand on Heath's shoulder.

"I'm sorry Heath. I hate what this does to you. No good pack of ..."

"Nick, it's not for me. My mama is dead and can't defend herself. I can't stand for the pain that it causes Mother. I could kill every one of them with my bare hands for what it does to her. She's means everything to me Nick. I just..."

Heath didn't finish. He didn't have to. Nick knew how much Victoria meant to him. The love, respect and admiration shown through in everything he did.

"Come on, let's go eat."

"I'm not hungry Nick, you go ahead. Tell Mother I'm tired, that I'm going to bed. I don't want them starin' at her all through dinner. She's deserves a nice dinner with Marie and Etienne without a lot of whisperin', pointin'and gawkin'."

"Okay, I'll bring you a sandwich."

"Nick?"

"Yeah?"

"Thanks."

Heath didn't turn around but felt the final pat on the back. Heath waiting for about 5 more minutes and then turned back into the hotel. The lobby had thinned out and he made his way towards the staircase, unaware that he was being followed.

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Victoria, Marie and Etienne were relieved when Nick finally joined them. They saw the anger in Nick's whole body as he threw himself in the seat.

"Where's Heath? Nick he's not hurt is he? Maybe I should..."

"No Mother, leave him be, he's going back to the room. He's upset. Hell, I'm upset. It just galls me. The nerve of those two-faced, whispering, no good fools, starin' at him, like he had three heads or something. Every time this happens, it just tears him up. I'll tell you this; all of them put together don't make half the man he is. I'd like to get a hold of that loud mouth jackal that started this and take care of business."

"Poor Heath."

Victoria felt Nick's hand close on top of hers as she blinked a tear away. Everytime this happened he would hide from them, preferring to be alone. She wanted to go to him, wrap her arms around him and comfort him, but would respect his wishes.

"Victoria, I'm so sorry for you to be upset. It always hurts more when we see our child in pain. He is lucky to have so many people to love him, yes?"

"Yes Marie, but we're lucky too, so very lucky."

Etienne thought of the man he watched work so proudly next to his brother all week. He now understood the boy's quiet disposition. What an awful price to pay. Marie thought of the thoughtful, kind, gentle boy Victoria described in her letters. The young man who brought his mother a flower each night at dinner, who clearly loved her dearly. She looked over at Nick and realized how deeply he felt for his brother.

The waiter came over and they ordered. Gradually the mood eased up a bit and over dinner they discussed the upcoming festival.

Nick decided to get a drink and left to go to the bar. It was crowded and he kept trying to get the bartender's attention. As the crowd thinned out, he was able to maneuver closer. Something caught the corner of his eye and he glanced over to a sight that sent a chill up his spine. He watched the coin flip up in the air and the beefy hand catch it and flip it again. This time Nick caught it and looking at it confirmed his fear. It was Heath's lucky double-headed Eagle dollar. He saw Heath's leather money pouch, with a double bayonet, union insignia and the name Heath tanned into the leather, laying casually on the bar. Turning the offensive party around, he saw Heath's watch suspended from the man's vest. Snatching the watch, he clicked the gun against his head.

"Evans, you better start sayin' your prayers, cause if there is so much as one hair on his head out of place, you'll will be shakin' hands with the devil tonight."

Heath heard the spurs and knew just who was bending over him. He didn't open his eyes, but raised his arms up, allowing Nick to pull him up and steady him. Nick led him to a chair and rested his head against the cool wall. He felt Nick's hand tap his face lightly. He heard voices and tried to focus. The fog disappeared and he heard Nick clearly.

"Heath, Heath. Are you okay?"

Heath opened his eyes and saw the concern on Nick's face. He shook his head at Nick's worried glance.

"I'm okay, Nick."

"Mr. Barkley, do you know the men who assaulted you?"

Heath turned to the sheriff and named the three culprits.

"Son, do you need a doctor. We can send for one."

"No sir, I'm fine."

"I don't know, Heath, might not be a bad idea. You might have a concussion"

"Just get me to the room Nick, I'll be all right. I didn't hit my head."

"Mr. Barkley, can you tell me what happened?"

"They jumped me. I took one of them out. One held a gun on me while Evans robbed me. Then the three of them started to work me over. They saw someone was coming up the hall and they dropped me and ran off. That's all I remember until I heard Nick."

"We'll try to find them. I don't think they got very far."

Nick thanked the sheriff as he left. Heath got off lucky, it could have been worse. Aside from a cut lip, he didn't have a mark on him. He hauled Heath to his feet and they went up the two flights of stairs to the room. By the time they got there, Heath was beat. He washed his face, stretched out on the bed and was soon asleep. Nick got his boots off and covered him. He realized it was almost an hour since he left for the bar. They would be wondering why he never returned. Heath was sleeping soundly. He would go back to the restaurant and update the others, then return.

His mother worried glance met him in the lobby.

"How is he? Did they hurt him badly?"

"Mother, how did you know what happened?"

"When you didn't come back I thought maybe you went up to check on Heath. I told Marie and Etienne we would see them at breakfast. . We met the hotel manager; he told us that a guest witnessed Heath's assault. Did you send for a doctor?"

"No, Heath's okay, they just roughed him up a little. He's sleeping."

Nick told his mother of the catching Evans in the bar and how on his way through the crowded room, Evans bolted and got away.

"Well, I hope it all blows over. It was going to be such a wonderful weekend at the festival."

Nick kissed Victoria's forehead and reassured her. Heath wouldn't let this ruin their weekend. After a good night's sleep, they would all feel better.

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Nick and Heath were already at the table when the others joined them. Heath hugged his mother close and bolstered her spirits with a broad grin and boisterous welcome.

"Boy Howdy, 'bout time you got here. Poked along anymore and we'd have to eat lunch!"

The ugly incident was forgotten and after they finished up a delicious Mexican style breakfast, they headed for the 8 a.m. train. They didn't see the unwelcome passengers who boarded at the last minute.

They were walking out of the train station in Martinez when a familiar voice filled the air.

"Bonjour Everyone!!! Maman, Papa, how was the trip?"

Kissing both women on the cheek, Andre reacquainted himself with Nick. Heath was introduced and they left for the Villa. On the way home, Andre caught up with his parent's activities.

"So Nick, is my father ready to be a wrangler?"

"If your father set his mind to it, I believe he could."

The Villa Parisian was located halfway between Vallejo and Napa City. It wasn't long before the surrey pulled up into a beautiful cobblestoned courtyard, complete with a large fountain. Behind it stood an impressive Villa; complete with turreted bedrooms. It was spectacular inside as well. Victoria's bedroom was in renaissance style and the most impressive room she'd ever seen. The balcony overlooked the beautiful gardens outside. Nick and Heath's adjoining rooms were equally impressive, on the other side of the house, overlooking the winery.

Marie had a special lunch prepared and after freshening up, they walked outside on the verandah. There was a large buffet table set up and filled with a variety of fresh salads, meats, cheeses, fruit and lobster in wine sauce. The warm suns filled the courtyard as they sat down to eat. Marie was upset that Jean and Pierre weren't at the house to meet them. Andre shrugged and pleaded innocence to their whereabouts. Etienne excused himself and started across the yard when he was met by Pierre's shouting.

"You should have been more careful. I told you there was too much pressure, you shouldn't have broken the seal."

"Tu es completement IDIOT."

"Hah! You call me an idiot, yet you wear the grapes!"

Andre burst out laughing at the site of his two brothers as they approached the table. Jean was covered with red wine. Heath didn't know the young man, so he surpressed his mirth, but Nick loud laughter soon joined Andre's.

"Jean, you are supposed to drink Burgundy, not swim in it."

Jean ignored his younger brother and acted nonchalant and kissed his mother then greeted them all cordially, avoiding his father's glare.

"Bonjour Maman, Papa, Victoria. Nick, if you got here earlier, you could have joined me in a drink."

"I can see that Jean" Nick smiled.

Jean shook Nick's hand and was introduced to Heath. He walked over to the buffet and filled his plate. Sitting down, he feigned surprise at the looks he was receiving.

"What?? Did I grow a second head?"

"Jean! What happened? Did your Maman not tell you to be ready?"

"It was an accident Papa. Pierre and I selecting just the right wine for lunch when..."

"Is wasn't the right wine, I told you to get a Chablis. That Burgundy wasn't ready."

"ENOUGH! Let's eat."

Victoria watched them fondly, remembering the two as small boys; even then they were close. Despite the fact they seemed to conflict, she knew better. As lunch progressed the five young men seemed to become very well acquainted, laughing and telling stories.

After lunch, they toured the impressive winery, part traditional and part modern. It was an expanding enterprise, to keep up with the demand. Nick was impressed with the progress Pierre and Jean made since he visited a few years before. He spent much of the afternoon trailing along after them as they worked. Heath wandered back to the garden. He invited Marie for a walk.

"It's beautiful here. I can see why you and Etienne love is so much. It's so quiet and peaceful."

"Your mother tells me that you spend a lot of time with her in the garden. It suits you, the peach and quiet, yes?"

"My mama loved flowers. When I was a just a boy, I'd help her plant them. I guess whenever I see a garden, smellin' real sweet, full of color and life, it reminds me of her. It gives me time to pause. I like that. Sometimes I need it after being out all day with Nick!"

"You and your brothers are so different. But then so are my boys. It is funny, no, brothers so different and yet united somehow. You are close, yes?"

"Yeah, we are. I spend more time with Nick, but I guess that makes me appreciate my time with Jarrod more."

"My sons, are good boys, but I worry about the older two, ah so much they quarrel."

"That's just their way of showin' they care. You got a great trio of sons, Marie; they do you and Etienne justice. They're good men."

As they made their way back to the house, Marie stopped and reached up to kiss Victoria's shy son on the cheek.

"Now I know what your mother meant when she said how special you are."

Victoria joined them and kissed the other cheek and agreed.

"Boy howdy, this is my lucky day! Kissed by two beautiful women before supper."

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It was a beautiful fall Saturday morning as Heath and Jean rode into Martinez to pick up Jarrod and Audra. The found that they had much in common, led by surviving with a hot headed older brother. They swapped 'Nick and Pierre' stories and despite his outrage, Heath knew how much Pierre meant to Jean. The more they talked, the more Jean liked Heath. He soon found himself telling Heath some of his problems.

"Pierre is the oldest and Papa puts a lot of pressure on him to succeed. I guess sometimes I feel that I can't compete. Pierre was smarter in school, always got the prettiest girls, and always seems to know the right thing to do. Andre, the baby, the golden child, is so confident. Everyone adores him. I guess sometimes I don't know where I am, nes't pas?"

"I think I know what you're getting at. I only found out about Tom Barkley being my father a year ago. It was real hard when I first moved in. I felt out of place. Jarrod, well he's probably the finest man I've ever met and that's got nothing to do with his education or standing. He's just the most decent man I know. From the first day I met him, he made me feel not just totally accepted as his brother, but as an equal. That meant a lot to me then and still does."

Jean saw the broad smile split his new friend's face when he spoke of his other brother.

"Now Nick, well let me tell you, we didn't get along at first. I wasn't used to takin' orders, and loud ones at that. . Boy howdy, did we have some fights. But after awhile, working 12-hour days side by side, well you get to know a man. It didn't take long for me to realize how much I admired him and wanted his respect. Then one day, a couple of months after I arrived, Nick got hurt. He was flat on his back for a week. I remember going up the stairs that first day after breakfast to see him. I heard him before I even got near his room. He was talking to the foreman, saying that I would be in charge and all the men would be taking orders from me. The foreman gave him a hard way to go about it, calling me some choice names. Nick fired him on the spot. He said I worked harder, better and smarter than any of them and I was a Barkley and that was enough reason. Jean from that day on, I never doubted my place."

Jean thought on Heath's words. They rode in silence, and as the train station approached, Heath turned to Jean again.

"You know, when your folks were talking on the train and again at breakfast yesterday, it wasn't just Pierre's ability or Andre's charm that they talked about. Your mother said you had a good heart. Let me tell you, that is not something you can learn from any books. That is a gift. Your father is very proud of you, said how much your loyalty and trust mean to him."

They walked over to the train and Jean smiled at Heath and thanked him. Just then a blond girl flew past him and into Heath's arms. Jean was speechless. She was so beautiful.

"Hey sis, missed me that much huh?"

"You're my favorite brother, I always miss you!"

"Hey, I thought I was your favorite brother"

Jarrod teased his sister and greeted Heath. Releasing Heath, Audra turned too fast and fell into Jean's arms. She couldn't say anything at first. He was one of the most handsome men she'd ever seen. She couldn't help staring at the dark curly hair that framed the comely face set off by dark blue eyes. Heath and Jarrod looked on in amusement. They stood like that for several seconds and then Jean recovered.

"Pardon, Mademoiselle Audra, I am not usually this clumsy."

"Jean, you're not clumsy at all. I ran into you, please excuse me."

"You are as gracious as you are beautiful."

Audra blushed and took Jean's arm as they walked to the surrey.

Wade Evans and his cohorts watched the surrey pull away. He noted the name on the side and formulated a plan. Heath Barkley would pay and pay dearly.

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That evening

The wine festival was a celebration of the harvest that was an annual tradition. The grounds of the winery had been outfitted with decorations; tables adorned the perimeter and the sounds of laughter and music filled the night air. There was a food tent and a wine bar that brimmed with abundance.

Victoria watched as Audra finished another dance with Jean. She tried on every dress she had brought from San Francisco and nearly worn out her mother's patience before choosing the deep rose taffeta. She swept her hair to one side, curled over her shoulder and hadn't left Jean's side all night. She was glowing. She watched as Jean escorted her daughter into the garden.

"She's seems quite taken with him."

"Yes, Jarrod, she certainly does."

Jarrod noticed the crowd had thinned out considerably. The festival started in midafternoon and it was almost midnight. It was one of his favorite traditions. He enjoyed every one of Marie and Etienne's festivals. Kissing his mother on the cheek, he rose to leave.

"Well, I have a date of my own. Boys only in the wine bar. Could be a long night."

Victoria thanked her host and hostess for a wonderful evening and walked back across the grounds toward the house. Passing the wine tent she saw the two sets of brothers, in various stages of undress, sprawled over chairs. Pierre was regaling the group with a story concerning a rather curvaceous married woman and had the other 5 in hysterics. She shook her head and arrived at her room to find Audra was waiting up for her, still on cloud nine. She brushed her daughter's hair, and listened as Audra gushed about Jean. Oh was she ever hit by cupid's arrow.

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Etienne, Victoria and Marie enjoyed a late breakfast; none of their sons joined them. Their private party lasted all night and the six were sleeping all over the wine tent.

Etienne and Marie left for Mass and Victoria remained outside enjoying the weather and the beautiful courtyard. It was almost noon before the first signs of life appeared through the flap door of the tent. Jarrod made his way to the table and sat down. Victoria knew from the look on his face that the hangover was bad. She poured him a large glass of orange juice and tried to appear sympathetic.

"Why don't you go to your room and rest, you still have a few hours before the train leaves."

Jarrod nodded but didn't move, as the effort would just be too painful. It had been quite a night; he rarely got to relax with Nick and Heath in such a manner. The six had swapped stories, songs and sad remembrances and even compared scars. He smiled thinking of how much fun they had.

"Some party you boys had."

"It certainly was, Mother. It's not often we get to really unwind like that. I've never since Heath I'm in a more mellow mood. Pierre was in rare form, what a storyteller. All in all it was quite a night. I think you're right, I need some sleep. Wake me at three, I want to take a bath before I leave"

Over the next two hours after her friends returned, they all watched in amusement as in two's the others stumbled out of the tent. Andre and Heath were first; neither blond looked up as they made their way inside, walking painfully. Jean came next, stopping to get a long drink of water and smile weakly at his mother. Pierre and Nick finally emerged well after 2 p.m.

They would all be leaving by 4 p.m. to transport two wagonloads of champagne for the 5 p.m. train from Martinez to San Francisco. Jarrod would be on the train as well, preparing for a Monday morning trial.

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After dropping Jarrod and the many cases of champagne on the train, the remaining five decided to eat dinner before returning home. It was after 7:30 when the two wagons approached the wooden bridge that crossed the river. They were only 30 minutes from home. Nick drove the first wagon, with Heath beside him and Jean in the back. Andre and Pierre followed in the other wagon, quite a distance behind.

"Nick, look out! Get down Jean!"

"What?" Nick confused stare addressed Heath.

"Look out!"

Heath shoved his brother as hard as he could, just as the first shot rang out.

"That sounded like a gunshot ahead." Pierre shouted.

Andre urged the team forward. Neither man was prepared for what happened next. As they saw the bridge appear in the distance, the second shot rang out. They watched in horror as part of the bridge blew up and the wagon flew over the side.

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Andre pulled the wagon over and Pierre jumped off. Andre watched him race ahead screaming Jean's name. It was starting to get dark and would soon be difficult to see. Pierre anxiously scanned the riverbank for signs of life but found none. Frantic, he waded in the river toward the floating pieces of wreckage. He spotted movement and saw a dark figure collapse on the bank. Dropping to he knees, he carefully turned the body over felt for a pulse. Closing his eyes in relief, he pulled Nick over to a large tree and laid him on the ground. Remembering the shot, he took Nick's gun and put it in his waistband. Where was Andre?

"ANDRE! ANDRE! I need your help. Where are you?"

Andre snapped out of his daze and jumped off the wagon. He started searching the side opposite his brother. Pierre was on his way back in the river when he stopped in his tracks. An overwhelming sense of dread filled his being at the sight of the figure ahead of him. An anguished sob escaped his lips.

"No, Oh No, JEAN! JEAN"

He raced to the body of his brother, lying upright against the base of the bridge. He couldn't see the face for the blood that covered it. Jean's arm hung at an unnatural angle that told his brother it was broken. Pierre's cry had brought Andre over in a flash. They both dropped to their knees and stared for a few seconds, frozen in horror.

"Well are you going to just stare at me? Can I get a little help, S'il vous plait?"

"JEAN!, you are alive?"

"Of course I am alive, do I look like a spirit?"

"Thank God! Andre, take off your shirt, we need bandages."

"My shirt?"

"Oui, your shirt, now!"

Pierre wet the sleeve of the shirt to wipe the blood away from the laceration on the hairline of Jean's scalp as well as his face. After the crude bandage was in place, Jean grabbed his brother's shoulder and pulled him close, embracing him. Neither man spoke, but the message was clear.

"Heath and Nick?"

"Nick's alive. We didn't find Heath yet. Jean, what happened?"

"I do not know, it was so sudden. Heath shouted a warning, neither Nick or I moved. He then shoved Nick off the wagon, jumped in the back and shoved me off as well. He was about to jump himself when there was an explosion."

They helped their shaken brother to the tree, sitting him up next to Nick. Andre did a quick assessment of Nick and discovered no broken bones. They left to search for the missing Barkley brother.

Andre saw the largest piece of what was left of the wagon, near the shoreline. He ran over to it and cried out when he saw Heath lying in the waterlogged cart. He was awake and from what Andre could see, had a bad laceration on his lower right thigh, just above the knee. The blood was in a small pool under his leg. Climbing in beside Heath, he took off his tie and secured it around the wound, stemming the blood flow.

"Heath, thank God. Where besides you leg are your hurt?"

Heath didn't respond, just kept blinking hard and shaking his head. Andre called out for Pierre a He lifted Heath's upper body, as there was water filling in fast and the wagon would sink soon. He saw the blood on the back of the blond head that rested against him. Where was Pierre?

"Well, if that don't beat all. Seems you devil's spawns have nine lives after all. You no good Barkley bastard, I should have shot you down yesterday."

Andre's eyes grew hard and cradling Heath the best he could, he unleashed a slew of curses in French that would make a sailor blush.

Wade Evans never knew what hit him. He stared in disbelief at the crimson stain spreading across the middle of his chest. Pierre replaced Nick's smoking gun and kicked the body aside disdainfully.

"Mon Dieu Pierre, that was some shot!"

"Make it count, that's what Papa taught us, no?"

Pierre knelt by Heath's side and addressed him as they prepared to lift him.

"Heath, are you hurt anywhere else?"

Heath didn't respond and his pained blue gaze remained fixed. Pierre didn't like the looks of the situation. They didn't have anytime to waste. He positioned himself directly in front of Heath's face and laid a hand on his shoulder, addressing him quietly.

"Nick is okay, Jean too. You will be fine. You just relax, Andre and I will take care of everything."

They carried Heath over to where the others rested. Jean was frantic, hearing the shot and not knowing what happened. Heath had lost a good amount of blood and was very groggy. Andre's other sleeve was used as a makeshift head bandage. Pierre brought the wagon over and they loaded the three victims in the back. They unhitched one of the horses from the team. Andre would take the wagon back to the Villa. Pierre would ride back to town for a doctor, the sheriff and to send Jarrod a wire.

Andre followed Pierre's worried glance in the wagon's direction. He watched as Jean clapped his oldest brother on the back.

"Do not worry so much, it ages you."

Pierre gave Jean a confident smile and tousled his wet head.

"Did I not always say you have a hard head, brother?"

"OUCH! Can you not see I am injured."

They shared a smile and Pierre noticed Heath still hadn't said anything, but his eyes never left Nick's form. He held onto Nick's upper arm. Pierre thought that maybe he was hurt worse than they originally thought. As her sped off into the night, Andre called after him.

"Ride like the wind, brother!"

Andre ran in the front door of the Villa. Audra was coming down the stairs and screamed at the sight of his disheveled, frightful form. Her screams brought everyone into the foyer. His mother was horrified and immediately dissolved into tears at the sight of his bloody torn shirt.

"Maman, Maman, I am fine, but there was a terrible mishap. Heath, Nick and Jean are hurt. Pierre rode for the doctor."

Etienne called for several of the house staff and they raced outside. Victoria was already in the back of the wagon. She bent over Nick, tapping his face and calling his name. His pulse and breathing were strong. She turned to Heath and gasped outwardly as the gaslamp illuminated his colorless complexion. She tried talking to Heath, whose half-mast eyes were fixed, on Nick. Andre and Etienne carried Jean upstairs, followed by a weeping Marie. Despite his weakened condition, Heath had quite a grip on Nick and Victoria took his face in her hands. She spoke to him softly, her voice breaking.

"Please honey, let us help. You're safe now. Nick's safe. You need to let go of him."

Audra brushed her fingers through his hair and her tears hit his face.

"Come on big brother, take is easy. Let us help you."

Heath looked up at Audra and smiled weakly, just before he passed out. Victoria shuttled between both rooms as her sons were undressed and cleaned up. Audra stayed with Nick. Where was that doctor? Heath was so pale and Nick hadn't moved. Why both of them? Why now?

Etienne held her as she let the tears flow. Finally, she pulled herself together and hugged her friend in gratitude.

"How is Jean?"

"He has a nasty cut on his scalp and a badly broken arm. He's in a lot of pain and very groggy. But he's alive!"

"Heath and Nick?"

"I'm worried Etienne. Heath is so pale, and Nick so still. I wish that doctor would get here."

It was soon after that the door flew open. Pierre took the stairs' two at a time. With any luck Jarrod would be on a train already. The sheriff would wait for Jarrod. The doctor followed behind. Etienne met them at the landing. He outlined the situation and the doctor went to Heath's room first.

The boy was very pale and had lost a good deal of blood. He cleaned the leg wound and repaired the damage before finishing with stitching and bandaging. He rolled Heath over and unwrapped the scarlet-sodden bandage. The wound was deep and several stitches were required. After finishing the dressing, he turned to the worried mother.

"Mrs. Barkley, I won't lie to you, this boy is in a bad way. He has lost a good deal of blood. What he needs is a transfusion, but your other son is injured also."

"My oldest son, Jarrod, will be here shortly. The sheriff will be bringing him directly from the train tonight. He has given blood to Heath before successfully."

"Well that makes a big difference. He'll sleep for a long while, his body is weak No liquids just yet and keep the room dark, the light will make him extremely nauseous. He won't be able to use that leave this bed for awhile, with the way his knee is swelling, I'd say the ligaments are damaged. That leg has a lot of healing to do."

He went to Jean's room next. The sleeping young man was pale and required several stitches to close the laceration at his hairline. The broken arm was set and the doctor left pain medicine. Marie was so upset, that he gave her a sedative to calm her.

Victoria entered Nick's room just ahead of the doctor. Audra had fallen asleep and the room was dark. She turned the gaslight up, illuminating the room. She turned to check on Nick and gasped. He was staring up at the ceiling.

"Nick, Nick, Thank God you're awake!"

"Mother? Can you turn the lamp on, it's dark in here, I can't see anything."

Victoria shook her head in disbelief. Shocked, she backed up into the doctor. He heard the conversation and gave her shoulders a squeeze as he approached the bed. Nick's hands were searching for her.

"Mother, are you there? Where are you? Put the lamp on, I can't see you."

The doctor sat on the side of the bed and took Nick's arm.

"Son, I'm Dr. DeSoto. Can you.."

Nick interrupted him, the confusion evident on the scowl he wore.

"What kind of doctor does examinations in the dark? Wait a minute, are you saying that I'm...that I can't see? That I'm BLIND!"

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The same night, 11 p.m.

Jarrod read the wire again, shaking his head in disbelief as the train slowed into the Martinez station. Pierre's message was short, but right to the point. "Urgent. Get next train. Accident. Nick and Heath injured. Heath needs transfusion. Sheriff will meet train." Disembarking, he was greeted by the sheriff. He didn't have too many details, just that his brothers and Jean were injured when an attempt was made on Heath's life and a bridge had exploded while they drove over it. The short trip to the Villa seemed to take forever for the worried lawyer.

Pierre greeted him as he entered and led him into the study next to the entrance hall. He saw a man he presumed to be the doctor talking with his mother. He was about to inquire on the conditions of his brothers, when he mother turned to face him. His heart sank when he saw the look on her face, a look he hadn't seen since the night his father was killed. He held her sobbing form close and patted the quaking shoulders.

Pierre saw the look of shock and disbelief on Jarrod's face and relieved the man of his greatest fear.

"Jarrod, they are alive. I will fill you in later, right now Heath needs some of that fine red vintage you carry."

The doctor felt it would be best if he and Jarrod went up alone. He left Victoria with Pierre and led the shaken sibling to his youngest brother's room. As Jarrod sat by the stricken man's side, the doctor turned the lamp up. Heath's pallor seemed even more waxen with the additional illumination. Pierre was correct; there was no time to spare. Jarrod rolled his sleeve up and said a prayer as the doctor prepared for the procedure. He rubbed Heath's shoulder and reassured him.

"Heath, it's Jarrod. You rest easy. I'll be right here beside you. You're going to be fine."

"Doctor, how are my brothers?"

"This boy has a nasty leg wound. He lost quite a bit of blood. The head wound requires several stitches; it's serious but not critical. If you hadn't been able to donate, he might not have pulled through. He a strong young man, he should fight back and make a full recovery. Although he won't be out of this bed for awhile."

"And Nick, my other brother?"

He saw the doctor pause for a moment, before turning to face him.

"There is no easy way to say this, your brother suffered an injury to the head that has rendered him blind."

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The sheriff took statements from Andre and Pierre. He would wait until tomorrow to speak with the victims. Victoria's information on the incident at the hotel several days prior helped him to identify the additional two men they sought.

Pierre handed Victoria a brandy and sat down beside her. He squeezed the tiny hand in comfort. She looked at him and thought how much like his father he was. Marie was so upset; the doctor had to give her something to help her to sleep. Etienne was with her and Andre by his brother's side. From what Andre had told them, Pierre had taken charge and his quick thinking had perhaps saved her son's lives. She leaned over and kissed his cheek.

"Merci, Victoria. How did I get so lucky?"

"Oh, that is just from a grateful mother, dear. You're so much like your father. Your quick thinking and presence saved my son's lives. You know how to take charge, make decisions."

"I think you exaggerate, but thank you, it's a kindness that I will remember. I'm sure Heath will pull through, from what Nick and Jarrod have told me, he is an incredibly strong willed man. I will pray that Nick's blindness is just temporary. That maybe a specialist can help him. He is a fighter. I don't think I know anyone tougher."

She saw the weary young man look down at his brandy glass and swallow hard. His dark eyes were full of moisture.

"What is it, Pierre?"

"For just a moment, a horrid moment, when I first saw Jean's bloody face lying against that bridge, I thought he was dead. It scared me good, Victoria. It's no secret that Jean and I have our differences. I don't know why we argue so much, but it's gives my maman and papa fits."

She saw him smile and squeezed his arm tight and brushed a stray black curl back in place.

"It's different with Andre, maybe because he is so much younger, or that he is more like me, but we don't clash. I don't know how I could go on without Jean. He is so much more than a brother. For that long minute, I thought I'd lost him, lost the chance to tell him."

"You tell him every day. He knows how much you care. He feels the same way. I remember a five-year boy who protected his little brother during a severe flood many years ago. That whole night you sat by his side held his hand, even when he feel asleep. You haven't changed that much."

"It is a very special thing, a brother. My papa told us from the time we were small to cherish each other. He had only one brother, Claude. They were very close, and so much like Jean and I, it scares him. They bickered and fought but still honored that strong blood tie. One night after a big disagreement, Claude left in a huff. He was killed in an accident and my papa has felt bad all these years, that their last words were angry."

"Perhaps tomorrow Victoria, when Jean is feeling better, I will tell him. I am sorry, with all you worries, I shouldn't have unloaded like this on you."

"Nonsense, I care a great deal about you and I'm glad you confided in me. Now, you get some sleep, you look exhausted."

"That's a fine idea young man. I'd like to stay for the night, until my patients are more stable."

The doctor had entered and accepted a brandy from Pierre. He saw the inquiring looks on both faces and filled them in.

"Jarrod and I will stay with him tonight. The additional blood will help him to recover. He's not out of danger yet, but I'm very encouraged. The sedative I gave Nick will allow him to sleep straight through. In a couple days when he's stronger, I would encourage you to seek a specialist in San Francisco to have a look at his eyes. The sooner you find out the cause, and what, if anything, can be done, the better."

* The next morning

The sheriff rose as the doctor returned from examining his three patients briefly and now would fill in the gathered family. Except for the three patients, everyone was gathered in the large dining room, picking at their breakfast plates.

Jean was to take it easy. The concussion and arm would keep him in bed for a few days. After that, light duty until he was healed.

Nick was still sleeping. All his vital signs were strong. Dr. DeSoto recommended leaving tomorrow to see a specialist in San Francisco; he left the name and address with Victoria. He tried to be reassuring and honest at the same time. There was a chance the blindness was not permanent. Tests would help to diagnose the problem.

Heath's condition had not changed much. They could only wait and hope the young man's strength returned.

The sheriff told them that the other two men were caught. Fortunately for the victims, Evans bungled the placement of the dynamite. This error saved their lives. From what his cohorts told the sheriff, he had been after Heath for years, unable to find him. Heath caught him at the wharf in San Francisco two years prior assaulting a young girl. Heath was knocked out in the fight, Evans killed the girl, but Heath hadn't seen it and couldn't prove it. The fight left a knife scar on Evans face. He expressed his best wishes to the families and departed.

Dr. DeSoto inquired of Victoria how close Heath and Nick were. She was puzzled and said so.

"They're very close. Why is that important?"

"Well Mrs. Barkley, he's in such a weakened state, I don't know how he would react to Nick's blindness. Something that upsetting and traumatic could take the little strength he has left. As his physician, I can't recommend it, until he's stronger."

"The doctor's right Mother, Heath would be devastated. It might just push him the wrong way.

Everyone in the room agreed to keep the news from Heath, if he asked about Nick, he was to be told only that Nick had suffered a concussion and was resting. So they daily routine started. Marie sat with Jean, leaving her husband and 2 sons to take care of business. The boys stopped in and out all day checking on their brother and friends.

After breakfast Jarrod went to sit with Nick. The doctor would stay by Heath's side. His mother and sister shuttled between the two. Jarrod didn't have any idea what to say to Nick when he woke up. For as many speeches and closing statements he'd given in court, he was at a loss of words. He stared out the window at the workers taking down the tents from the party. Thirty size hours ago, six young men shared an evening of wine, warmth and celebrated friendship. Now his brother's futures were in question.

Turning back to the room, he found Nick was awake and sitting on the side of the bed. He walked over and sat on the edge of the bed. Nick turned and reached his arm out.

"Who's there?"

"It's me Nick."

Jarrod didn't know what else to say and Nick seemed to sense this and jumped in.

"What day is it? What time? It's so awful being in the dark."

"Nick, its Monday morning, about 8 am. Doctor DeSoto thinks that a specialist in San Francisco can help you, that maybe."

"That maybe what Jarrod, that maybe I'm not blind. Not much work for a blind cowboy."

"Nick, you don't know that."

"You don't know either Jarrod, you're not the one who can't see!" Nick hollered.

Nick stood up and stumbled across the room, trying to find something to hit. Jarrod grabbed him and he fought against his older brother. Grunting and panting, Jarrod sat down hard on the floor, pulling Nick down with him. Nick continued to curse and swear smacking his fists against Jarrod's back as they wrestled on the floor. Finally, he ceased thrashing and caught his breath.

"Why Jarrod?? Why??"

"I don't know Nick. But don't bury yourself yet. We don't even know what's causing this problem. There is a good possibility that it's temporary. We won't know until a doctor diagnosis it. SO I WON'T HAVE YOU QUITTING ALREADY, UNDERSTAND!"

"Yeah, I guess. You're gonna be here, right?"

"Right by your side brother."

"Jarrod, are Heath and Jean all right? What happened? No one told me anything."

"Do you remember anything Nick?"

"It happened so quickly, I honestly don't know. Heath was hollering and I couldn't understand what he was shouting about. He shoved me off the buckboard and I landed in the water. I heard a shot and then an explosion. The next thing I remember is waking up in the dark, then I realized I was blind."

Jarrod told him about the sheriff's report. Nick cursed a blue streak, blaming himself. If only he had been able to hold onto Evans in the hotel, none of this would have happened. Jarrod immediately put a stop to his tirade. When Nick settled down, he continued.

"Jean broke his arm and has a slight head injury. He'll be fine."

Jarrod stopped to think for a moment. Nick didn't like the pregnant pause in the conversation. He inner alarm went off. He gripped the lawyer's shoulder hard.

"What is it that you're not telling me? God, Jarrod, he's not dead is he?"

"No Nick, but he's not good. He has a nasty laceration on his right thigh, and a head wound. He's lost a lot of blood and has not regained consciousness yet. I gave blood him some last night. The doctor is hopeful, but until he's stronger, the doctor doesn't think Heath should know about your blindness."

"You mean you're gonna lie to him? I don't know about that."

"Nick, listen to me, I stayed with him last night. He's very, very weak. Honestly, I didn't think he'd make it. News this disturbing would be too much of a shock to his system. I know it's hard Nick, but we're trying to save his life."

"Can you take me too him? I want to be near him. I'll stand behind you somehow so if he wakes up he won't see me. Please Jarrod."

Jarrod saw the pain in Nick's face and knew he would only worry more if he couldn't be with Heath. Maybe it would help Heath.

"Well, let's get you to the bathroom first and get some food in you."

He helped Nick down the hall to the bathroom. While he helped Nick relieve himself and get washed up, Jarrod had Audra get him some breakfast. Audra got to the room first and set the tray down on the table by the window. She turned to leave as Nick and Jarrod returned. Nick was washed and dressed. It was hard to believe he was blind. She swallowed back the tears and toughened herself up for his sake. Here was her big brother, who she always thought of as a brave knight riding into battle. Now it was her turn to protect him.

She hugged him so hard she almost knocked him down. He kissed her forehead and rubbed her back. Despite her best efforts, the tears came anyway.

"Whoa, little sister, take it easy. Hey, now I just got washed, don't be leaving any salt stains on this shirt, you hear!"

"Oh Nick, I'm so sorry. I.."

"I know honey, it's okay. Come on now, turn off that waterfall."

Audra stayed with Nick and helped him eat. Jarrod went in to see the doctor. Heath looked awful. Jarrod had seen whiter, stiller bodies and they were dead. His mother's heart was broken. She talked to him, brushed her fingers through his hair and looked up as Jarrod entered.

"Any change?"

"No. Jarrod I'm worried, he should be responding by now. He hasn't moved in almost twelve hours."

"Doctor, my brother Nick wants to come in and visit Heath. He's desperate to be with him. If I can arrange it somehow that Heath can hear him and feel him, but not see him, would that be okay?"

"Well, I guess it's worth a try. He can't get much worse.

Jarrod and Victoria left the doctor with Heath while they went to see Nick. Nick's head turned and he gave his mother a brave smile.

"Hello, Mother."

"How did you know it was me?" She walked up the back of his chair, hugged him from behind and kissed his cheek.

"Mother, you've been wearing the same perfume my whole life, gimme a little credit, huh."

"How are you son?"

He stood up and reached for her, holding her close he smiled down at her.

"I'm okay Mother, thanks to Jarrod. I'm gonna beat this thing, you just wait and see. I don't care what that doctor says, you take me to my brother now."

Jarrod guided him and the two women followed behind. Jarrod stood slightly in front of Nick at Heath's shoulder. Jarrod lifted Heath's limp hand and gave it to Nick. He gripped it tightly. Gathering up his best gruff Nick voice, he loudly addressed the still form on the bed.

"Hey there brother. Listen, you gotta wake up now. You got us all scared to death here. Talk about laying around and getting pretty women to wait on you hand and foot. You got a lot of nerve boy."

They watched amazed as Heath's head turned instinctively seeking Nick. His brow furrowed and he shook his head. Jarrod urged Nick onward.

"My God Nick, it's working, he can hear you, he's trying to find you."

The doctor urged Nick to keep talking, sternly if possible. Nick got louder.

"Now you look here, I'm getting tired of yapping by myself. Talk to me. Come on I ain't got all day. You gotta wake up, we need you. Come on Heath, that's an order."

Nick felt the limp hand he held squeeze back weakly. Smiling he continued to chastise his brother.

"Well if you ain't gonna wake up, I gonna leave you. So this is your last chance. Say something little brother or I'll leave. I mean it, I'm gonna make tracks."

Heath was dreaming. He felt himself leaving the black prison where he'd been kept. He heard something, something urging him. He stumbled onward, seeking the desired object. It got closer, he could hear it. Nick, it was Nick. He was hollering and fussin' about something. Was he alive?

They watched as Heath weakly struggled. His head swiveled; his face moved; he was finally fighting back. His eyes twitched but remained closed. Nick could feel the movement and squeezed the hand as hard as he could. Finally his lips moved.

"Nick--Nick?"

A chorus of 'Thank Gods' broke out in the room. Audra wore tears and the foot of the bed. Victoria bent down and kissed his forehead and spoke words of comfort. Jarrod's eyes were even moist. Heath had a deathgrip on Nick's hand. Nick smiled and reassured the younger man.

"Yeah, I'm right here Heath."

"Nick, not dead? Nick, Nick - not dead?" Heath mumbled.

"Of course I ain't dead! What kind of crack is that to make? I don't expect to be dead for another 50 years or more." Nick bellowed.

Jarrod saw the distress on Heath's face. It dawned on him somehow that Heath thought Nick had been killed. Maybe that's why he hadn't fought back. He turned to Nick

"Nick, he thought you were dead. He's really worried. That's why he didn't fight back."

Nick sat down next to Heath. He felt where Heath's chest was and felt his way up to his face. Brushing his hand along the pale cheek, he voice was calmer, reassuring and full of concern.

"Heath, I'm right here, I'm not dead. You were having a bad dream. Can't you feel me? You gotta talk to me now brother. I need you Heath. I need you here with me. Mother, Audra and Jarrod are here too. We all love you Heath. Please come back."

Heath couldn't find the way out. It was so dark in here. He felt so lost. Then he heard Nick urging him on and felt Nick pull him along. Maybe I can't leave, he thought. Maybe I'm not coming back. Nick needed to know, he had to tell him. Where was Nick? Was he close by?

Heath's left arm snaked its way up Nick's chest to his shoulder. Eyes closed, he pulled Nick close, and said something only Nick could hear. Nick sat back, rubbing his brother's shoulder. The others didn't hear what Heath said; they didn't have to. One look at Nick's face answered that question. Nick finally spoke, in an emotional voice.

"I know that Heath, I've known for a long time. And you're not gonna die, I won't stand talk like that. So you don't need to worry about a dying declaration. You just rest and get well."

Suddenly the darkness evaporated. The light hurt his eyes and he could see shapes and colors.

Jarrod saw the release in Heath's face, and saw his eye's blinking. He whispered to Nick that they had to go, before Heath saw him. Nick pulled from his younger brother's grasp and Audra slipped in and took his hand. Heath called for him as he tried to focus. He saw someone bending over him, felt a hand stroke his brow. He felt a throbbing in his right leg and rubbed his hand over it.

"Nick. Is that you? Are you really here?"

"He just left. How do you feel, son?"

"Mother" He smiled and reached for her. She kissed his cheek and sat facing him. He closed his eyes and then blinked to focus before he continued.

"Like I got hit by a train. What happened?"

Victoria gave him a brief outline of the previous night's events. Audra left to visit Jean, while the doctor examined Heath. Victoria gave him a little water and urged him to rest. He fell into a restful sleep. Even thought his color was awful, she knew he had turned the corner. Dr. DeSoto was also reassured enough to return to town. He would be back in a couple days.

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"Jean it was amazing. This morning I thought we were going to lose him and then as soon as he heard Nick ordering him awake, well you had to see it."

Jean was relieved. Andre told him about Nick and Heath. He felt awful. If he had moved a little faster, maybe Heath wouldn't be hurt. He was propped up with pillows and his shoulder hurt. The pain medicine made him sleepy. He closed his eyes against the pillows and felt her hand brush his cheek. Her skin was like silk. He took the hand and kissed it, murmuring in French just how beautiful she was.

She leaned down to kiss his forehead. He looked up and intercepted her, finding her lips instead. His hands caressed her back as they continued to share a stolen moment of passion. Finally, they broke apart. He stroked the side of her flushed face and thought aloud.

"I hope I am not dreaming. Surely God couldn't be that cruel."

"It's a dream come true Jean."