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

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

"Later Nick, I don't want to get into this right now."

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

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

Once again and from closer Heath heard "I'm talking to you BOY."

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

"Now boy, your gonna get it" Nick sneered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Let me alone Jarrod, its none of your business."

"Well I'm making it my business, so start talking!"

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

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

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

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

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

"Nothing Mother. Drop it."

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

"It's between me and Heath Mother."

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

"Not really, lets just say that Nick doesn't take to losing well and leave it at that."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yep."

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

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

"I know you would George, but I'd rather it was covered up front."

"Heath that's not neces...........

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

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

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

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

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

"Nothing, and thank you George. Now I'd best be going."

"Not without supper Heath," Edna cried.

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

"Night Heath, I'll get the order placed Monday," George called to his retreating back.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"About time you got here boy, we've been waiting on you." Nick said.

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

"Now Nick, we just sat down. Don't tease." Audra dimpled.

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

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

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

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

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

"Nick!" Audra huffed "I helped with the planning too."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Calling to his retreating form, Victoria said, "Heath, take your coat. It's turning cold already today."

"I've been to busy to get to town and pick one up. I'll get a coat next trip in."

"Heath, wear one of Nick's."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Back finally, I was getting hungrier by the minute"

"Yes, here's your sandwich. How's the work progressing?"

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

"Funny. Let's eat and get this done."

"That's exactly how I feel brother Nick," Heath smiled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Regretfully Heath shook his head saying, "Sorry Nick, I'd like to but I have other plans."

"Better not be with Colleen ," he said, fists clenching.

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

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

"Eh ehm" he said looking directly at her back.

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

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

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

"The drop cloths are fine."

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

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

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

"I wish you hadn't done this. I trusted you."

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

"Oh, yes Heath, please!" She perked up immediately.

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

"Something wrong?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He heard Edna call "Come in Heath."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Sure thing Heath. Go ahead."

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

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

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

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

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

"You'll see Heath, you'll see."

"That doesn't sound to promising. I reckon this would be a good time to leave."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Silas left dinner out for you, Heath," Audra added.

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

"I'll whoop you boy," Nick called, as Heath headed up the stairs.

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

"Amazing, how important he's become to us in so short a time," Jarrod stated.

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

The sentiment was echoed around the room.

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

"What if I need you for an important job?"

"Don't I get all my work done?" Heath asked.

"Yep, but that's not the point. Where do I find ya if I need ya?" Nick repeated.

"Nick, I told you, I go riding with Gal."

"Can't do that all the time, boy!" Nick almost yelled.

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

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

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

"And I need your help," Nick added.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Its Heath Silas, Heath. I keep telling you."

"Yes Heath you do, and I keep forgetting."

"Where is everybody Silas?" Heath questioned.

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

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

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

"Sure thing, Nick, I'll work with the horses."

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

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

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

"Nice ride, Heath," Nick tossed out as he approached.

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

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

"I'll just watch for a bit then get started on it, Okay, Nick?"

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

"Sure thing." Heath called.

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

"Where you headed, Nick?"

"I'm going to Stockton to see Jarrod on some financial issues. Want to come?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Just let me clean up quickly then I'll be down. There's something I need to let you know."

"Shouldn't we wait for Heath then, he's not here?" Audra questioned.

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

"What was that cryptic remark about?" Jarrod began.

"You don't think he's mad at Heath again do you?" Audra questioned.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"And?" Audra interrupted.

"And if you'll let me finish I'll tell you," Nick goaded.

"Well hurry up, Nick" Audra quipped.

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

"NICK! Continue," Jarrod stated emphatically.

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

"And he's breaking it. I think he intends it to be my birthday gift."

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

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

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

"Sweet," Audra suggested.

"Thoughtful," Jarrod tried.

"Perfect," Victoria stated.

"Yeah, something like that......I guess," Nick said gruffly.

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

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

"Evening," he said.

"Hi Heath, going to join us?" Victoria asked.

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

"We'll look forward to it," Victoria couldn't help saying to his retreating back.

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

"Not in bed yet, Heath?" Victoria asked.

"No, thought I'd gamble catching someone awake. I'm glad its you."

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

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

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

"Mother?"

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

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

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

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

Heath too was giving thanks for a Mother's understanding and unfailing trust. He would never let her down. Her happiness, the families happiness, was a primary goal. He was learning to trust again and he could count the people on two hands that he could thank for this miracle. Each helping in his or her own way. Each reaching out with acceptance. The wary feeling was not there as often. Only occasionally, did he feel, that the rug would be pulled out from under him anymore. It only really occurred on trips to town, when a loudmouthed cowboy made a drunken comment. Heath smiled as he realized he walked away more often than not now. Funnily enough, Nick was the one taking the physical abuse, as he fought the town against the verbal abuse and stereotyping hurled at Heath.

The next few days flew by for everyone in the Barkley household, as each tackled not only their own responsibilities but helped in the preparation for the quickly approaching Harvest festival.

Audra and Colleen worked side by side making sure the games were planned, the persons assigned would be running them, and all the necessary items needed to play them were on hand

Victoria and Edna, met every other day in Stockton, to finalize the charity auction. Each of the female participants was confirmed and flyers stating the particulars were distributed. Edna also took the time to interview each lady, claiming she needed the information so the men would know the ladies interests, thereby bidding higher and increasing profits. At least that's what she told Victoria.

As she interviewed each young lady that had agreed to participate, she listed their interests deemed two acceptable for introduction to Heath. The first was Jenny Watkins and the second Virginia Wheeler. Both were quiet ladies who enjoyed cooking, sewing, and horses. She felt that Heath needed all these qualities in a wife to be happy. Someone needed to make sure he ate, and had descent clothing, but more importantly Heath's love for horses needed to be shared by his wife. She had seen the calming influence just petting Gal gave him when he was unsettled, and he enjoyed breaking their horse more than any other task he had tackled for them. Did an excellent job too. Dhalia, as they called her, was well mannered, calm, and easy to handle by either herself or George.

Nick, while managing the ranch, also took the time to oversee the gathering of over 400 pumpkins and get them delivered to the town for the annual carving contest. Nick hated pumpkins. He had expected to turn this job over to Heath this year, however knowing that Heath was spending his extra time getting his stallion broken, he decided to let him off the hook. Now next year would be a different story. He never wanted to touch a pumpkin again.

There had been a problem with the pumpkins this year when the first batch was loaded. A wagon wheel broke spilling the pumpkins all over, and damaging all but a few. It took time to clear away the smashed pumpkins and choose another batch. This was important as each pumpkin needed to be about the same size and shape. God but Nick hated pumpkins. He wished that they didn't even grow any, but the entire valley counted on the Barkleys to provide the pumpkins every year. *Maybe next year they could carve potatoes!* Nick thought.

Heath and Jarrod by luck and design avoided becoming involved. Jarrod pleaded an important case, which wasn't an outright fabrication, and Heath was just not home enough to get roped into the work.

As October 30^th drew to a close, Audra's anxiety increased to a point where she couldn't sit still.

"I need to just check on one more thing Jarrod, could you go over this list with me?" Audra asked, pacing around the family room.

"Not tonight Audra. Everything is done. The festival is tomorrow, and you need your rest," Jarrod chuckled at her obvious discomfort.

"Jarrod, Please! Please! I know it should be fine, but all the children are counting on me. I would be positively mortified if something went wrong."

"There, there Sis, Nick and I will help tomorrow with the kids games. How's that?" Heath said in an effort to calm Audra down.

"Now wait a minute there boy. I'm not helping with the kiddie games. I have more important things to do." Nick stated.

"Oh yeah. Like what?"

"Like making sure everything is ready for the charity auction, the pumpkins are in place, and the horses are ready for the contest. Is that enough for you?"

"Boy Howdy, Nick. I had no idea you were that involved in this Festival." Heath said shaking his head and trying to hide a grin.

"How could you Heath, Nick said coming up and placing his hand on Heath's shoulder, this is your first time at this festival. You haven't been here for most of the division of labor either."

Feeling guilty over his assumption Heath said, "yeah , you're right. Do you need help Nick, or should I still help Audra with the children's games in the morning?"

"Help Audra. The pumpkins just need unloading, the horses are stabled. I just need to check on them for last minute problems, and the charity auction, well, they don't need help. Just thought it might be fun," He added smiling as well.

"Thank you for mentioning we had the auction under control. Really Nick, there is nothing for you to do except talk to the girls." Victoria pointed out.

"I know, Mother, I know," he winked.

Shaking his head, Heath said "Nick, I'll go unload the pumpkins early tomorrow, then help Audra til the games end at 11:30. I want to do my share. How's that sound?"

With obvious disgust Nick said "No need, but as I hate pumpkins I'll take you up on it."

"I would appreciate your help as well, Heath, Audra said, it just might help me sleep tonight knowing you'll be there."

Taking care not to remind Nick that the kids games were where Colleen would be found, Heath answered "Fine. See you tomorrow." then went to bed followed closely by the rest of his family.

Heath rose early, startled to hear movement from down the hallway. He was usually the first one up. On his way to the bathroom to shave, he noticed light was coming from under Audra's door. Knocking softly he asked, "Any problems?" as she answered her door.

"No, I just know you rise early and I was hoping for a ride into town."

"Sure thing Sis. I'm leaving in fifteen minutes."

"Would you grab me something to eat from the kitchen. There is no way I can be ready and eat in fifteen minutes. Do you always do everything so fast?" she chuckled.

"Not everything." he responded, looking down at the carpet to hide a blush.

Shivering in the early morning air and muttering about how long women take, Heath was impatiently standing by the buggy when Audra arrived, ten minutes late.

"Let's get going. Here's a sandwich."

"Heath, sandwiches aren't for breakfast," Audra pouted.

"They are today. Let's get moving."

Helping Audra into the buggy, Heath took the reins and began the trip into town. As brother and sister enjoyed the early morning ride, the companionable silence stretched. As they crested the top of the hill that would signal their descent into Stockton, Heath abruptly reigned in the horses, stopping the buggy. As Audra took in the sunrise from the top of the hill, she leaned close to her brother and whispered, "Now I understand why you enjoy rising before the dawn. It's spectacular. I'd forgotten."

No response forthcoming, she added, "Heath?'

Bring himself back to reality, he said "We'd best be getting a move on."

As Audra moved closer to Heath, she felt privileged to be allowed this glimpse of her quiet brother. He still had many surprises to share with the family. It seemed like he had been with them forever. It took moments like these to realize he was still an unknown in many ways.

Maneuvering the buggy toward the town square, Heath handed his sister from the buggy and proceeded to park it at the livery stable.

"Morning Gabe. Usual place?"

"Morning Heath. You know I'll take care of this for you."

"Yep, but I'll do it. Save you the trouble."

"It's my job Heath, no trouble. I tell you that every time you come in. What is it with you and personally taking care of all your horses, buggies, wagons, etc...? Gabe questioned. The rest of the family trusts me."

"Its not a matter of trust. Just taking care of what's mine." Heath responded, as he went to work.

"Suit yourself, Heath," Gabe said, shaking his head.

After making sure the buggy was stored and the horses were cared for, Heath walked back to the square to begin unloading the pumpkins. He figured that if he spent time unloading this early in the morning, he would warm up enough to avoid needing a coat until later that night. He could find a way to stay warm then. It had been hard not letting Audra see how cold he was, not that he expected her to really give it much thought. She was concerned with pleasing the children. *She will make a fine mother,* he thought. Still as she moved closer to him when they stopped to view the sunrise, he had welcomed her warmth.

Waving to his sister and Colleen, he headed to the piled up pumpkins on the two buckboards. Boy Howdy, but that was a lot of pumpkins. Nick had said so , but until he had seen them all stacked on top of each other, he never really understood what Nick's griping was about. Bending to his task of unloading the pumpkins, he began taking them from the wagons, and piling them in the roped off area Nick had described. By eight a.m. he was tired and there were still pumpkins to go. *At least I'm not cold, actually kinda warm. Wish the saloon or café would open up. I could use a cold drink.* As he continued to pile the orange pumpkins, his mind wandered and a slight touch on his shoulder made him freeze.

"Colleen?" he said gently.

"I brought you some water Heath. It's nice and cold."

Thanks, you're a mind reader." he said taking the glass from her proffered hand.

Drinking the water thirstily, he handed the glass back to her this time keeping contact with her hand.

With a twinkle in his eye, he said "Let me show you something." and quickly pulled her behind the huge pile of pumpkins.

"If you get down real low you can see something amazing. Here put down the glass and look closely."

"What is it Heath."

"It's down here, look!" he said, as he pulled her to her knees, while pointing to a spot between two pumpkins, near the ground.

"Just what am I looking at?" she asked.

"Don't you see. They're orange."

"Heath, she finally choked out, everyone knows pumpkins are orange."

"Really? Well did you realize that way down here nobody can see me do this?" and he kissed her laughing lips.

What started out as a "Heath" turned into a moan as she began to kiss him back.

As he drew her towards him they fell against each other, throwing Heath against the pumpkins, which decided to pick that moment to topple.

Blushing red, and trying to hide their snickers, Colleen and Heath quickly found their footing. Heath helping her to stand called out in a louder voice "Are you okay, miss. I'm sorry you tripped."

"ME!" she began to yell, then stopped abruptly as she realized he was trying to salvage the situation. Closing her lips tightly, she hissed at him, "Make this look like my fault will you Heath Barkley. Expect a payback before the day is out." She turned and winked briefly taking the sting from her words as she moved toward Audra, who was rushing over to them when she saw the pumpkins crash.

"Heath, Colleen, are you alright? What happened?" Audra asked.

Noting Colleen's glare, Heath said jauntily "Colleen tripped and knocked down the pumpkins. Now I have to begin again."

"Serves you right Heath Barkley. I'll be right there, Audra. I need to collect the water glass."

"Are you sure your fine, Heath?"

"Fine Sis. Go on now. Git."

Looking at Colleens still angrily glinting eyes he was surprised by her next comment. "Heath, If you ever need help knocking down pumpkins, I'll be glad to assist." and squeezing his hand briefly, she rejoined Audra across the square.

Smiling happily Heath began the task of re- stacking the pumpkins for the contest. As he neared completion, for the second time. He saw Nick and Jarrod approach.

"Need help?" Nick called.

"Now you ask, seeing as how I just got done." Heath quipped

"Now that you've dealt with them all don't you hate pumpkins?" Nick spat as he angrily surveyed the big orange stack.

"You know Nick, I actually think I kinda like them."

"Lets go to the saloon for a game of cards and some beer until noon." Jarrod suggested.

"Can't." came Heath's reply.

"Why not? Nick asked, there's no real excitement until noon, even though the Festival starts at 10:00am."

"If you recall, I'm taking your place with the children's games, and they start right about now."

Nick and Jarrod followed Heath's eyes to see almost every child in Stockton milling about near Colleen and Audra.

"They are all yours little brother. Let's go Nick." Jarrod said.

"Certainly Jarrod. Have fun Heath. I'll be thinking a lot about you out here while I'm cleaning up at poker." With that the two brothers left Heath on his own.