*Children's games, how bad could they be,* Heath thought as he looked past the kids to Colleen. No he wouldn't mind helping at all. As he reached them, he realized that they did need help.

Neither lady could be heard, so no one was doing as they were instructed.

"Oh Heath, Audra fretted, how can we get them quiet?"

"I need to know exactly what you want of them, Audra."

"Well we need them divided into age groups. Ages two to four, five to eight, nine to eleven, and twelve and up. Then we need teams."

Hearing her frustration, Heath gathered two older children close to him, and explained that he needed their help. Agreeing, they allowed him to lift them to his shoulders. He supported their feet and they grasped wrists, making a pyramid of sorts. This simple move captured the children's attention. The older boy asked for silence. Being asked by one of their peers was always novel. They quieted, and Heath told Audra to go ahead. Thanking him, she and Colleen got the groups assembled and squared off for the first contest, an egg toss.

Heath, Colleen, and Audra plus three helpers, passed out the eggs to the children and Audra rang the starting bell. The egg toss commenced, and in seconds most of the eggs were broken. Seeing a small six year old boy crying, Heath snuck up behind him and gently handed him a second egg. Explaining how to arc the egg by throwing underhanded, the child tried again. This time it was caught by his eight year old brother. His brother deftly tossed it back , but the child failed to catch it. It broke at his feet. Sobbing the little boy fell to the ground. Gathering the boy into his arms, Heath asked his name and was rewarded with a muffled "Jimmy."

"Well Jimmy, is this your first egg toss?" Heath asked.

"Yes.." came the tearful response.

"You know games aren't about winning and losing, but rather how much fun you have. Now it doesn't look like you had much fun, with you crying and all. Look around you Jimmy. What do you see?"

Turning the youngster to view the scene before him, he held the boy who was now laughing as hard as he had been crying minutes before.

Clapping his hands, the boy said, "Everyone is covered in egg guts. Look, Samantha has it in her hair. She's my sister. She wanted Bill to like her. He won't now, cause she is all messy." Jimmy was laughing again.

Smiling and setting Jimmy on the ground, Heath slipped over to help with the three legged race. He decided to try to get Samantha and Bill to race together. He was unaware of the number of people watching him while he held Jimmy. Victoria watched with Motherly pride. Edna, in satisfaction, as she asked Virginia Wheeler to go and say hello, and Colleen in delight. Each of them thinking he'd make a good father.

Seeing Heath, unaware of Virginia Wheelers approach, Colleen smiled. Heath was about to be cornered and she intended to enjoy watching the scene unfold.

"Hello, Heath" Virginia called.

"Uh, hello Miss Wheeler," Heath said, his eyes darting for an avenue of escape.

"I just thought I'd tell you how wonderful you were with little Jimmy just now," she said, grasping his hand.

Trying to extract it without being rude Heath mumbled, "Thanks" and tried to turn away only to feel another hand on his back.

"Virginia, Colleen said, did you come to say hello to Heath? How kind. He's been wonderful helping and such, I think he could use a break. Maybe some punch," Colleen suggested.

"Great idea. Heath, lets let them finish while we have ourselves a nice chat," and with that Virginia bodily pulled him away.

Heath turned briefly to look for Colleen, but she was already headed toward the children again. As he turned to Virginia he was compelled to turn around once more. Almost in perfect unison, their eyes met. His steady, hers sparkling, as she mouthed payback. As brief as the second was Heath could feel his mood lift, and he let himself be led by Miss Virginia Wheeler to the punch bowl, where he tried his best for the next twenty minutes, to escape. Virginia simpered at him the entire time and he could hardly stand it. Edna joined them briefly, asking Heath how he was, and from the looks of it, she gave Virginia a conspiratorial shoulder squeeze. Now why would she do that? He hoped she didn't like Virginia. He wouldn't want to hurt Edna's feelings.

As his mind drifted in and out of Virginia's insipid prattle he watched from his vantage point by the punch bowl, the three legged race, noting that Samantha and Billy were not partners. He then was treated to the barrel chase, the hoop roll, the relays, and finally made good his escape in time to join the last game of tag, by insisting Audra was counting on his help.

"See you later Heath," Virginia drawled, fluttering her eyelashes.

Thinking about how he wanted to throw up, he quickly made his way to the tag game and helped referee who was actually tagged, as many children pretended they hadn't felt the tag that was to freeze them in place. Audra's, Colleen's, and his word was final. After proclaiming a winner, Colleen and Audra left to change clothes for the auction.

As they moved toward the hotel, where they had a room for the day, Colleen said "You will be at the auction, won't you Heath?"

"Umn , yeah, I'll be there to watch," he mumbled.

"Heath, you must bid on someone," Audra said.

"Don't rightly know about that Audra."

"HEATH!" Colleen stated, quietly but firmly, her clear green eyes once again filled with anger

Thinking quickly and trying to extract himself from Colleen's anger he said, "I need to help with the uuuuummmmmmmm..........horses at lunch, seeing as how Nick will be at the auction. That's been decided since that lunch at the house. Remember?"

Marching up to Heath, Colleen said, "If I have to eat lunch with Nick, you will live to regret it."

"Colleen, I um......."

"Nick had better not win me Heath! Do you understand?"

"Yes"

"Good," she stated returning to Audra's side.

"What was that all about?" Audra asked.

"Nothing really, just thanking him for his help this morning."

"Wait Colleen, I'll go thank him too, and Audra turned to see Heath shaking his head as he walked away. "Guess I'll thank him later, let's get dressed. Did you bring the blue or the red dress?"

"The blue one, Colleen answered. Which one are you wearing?"

"My orange. I love the sleeves," Audra answered ,as the two girls compared fashion notes all the way back to the hotel.

*Boy am I in trouble* Heath thought, desperately searching for a way out. Colleen had made it perfectly clear that she would be furious if Heath didn't bid and win her, and her Mother would be furious if he did. Even passing her on the street and saying hi, earned him a nasty look, if her Mother was around. Her Mother, would be there for the auction, he was sure, plus with the one dollar he didn't stand a chance in hell of coming out the victor anyway. When he thought about it, he was truly amazed Colleen had been allowed up to the house so often.

Sitting down on the bench in front of the stable, Heath pondered. He had twenty five minutes to come up with a solution, when he remembered his brothers were at the saloon. Hey maybe a technicality would work. That's it, he decided. A loophole. No, it wasn't nice, but he was desperate. He would do it.

Rushing to the saloon, he entered just as Nick and Jarrod were ready to leave.

"Just where are you going? You said you'd buy me a drink!, Heath insisted. You can't leave yet."

"Need to get to the auction, Heath, can't keep the girls waiting."

"You promised, Nick." Heath forced a hurt look.

An exasperated "Fine" left Nick's mouth. "A beer for my little brother, Sam."

"Hey, you got to join me, you didn't have to help out at the kids games. Were celebrating."

"Make it two Sam," Nick called.

"Jarrod?" Heath questioned.

Noticing Heath's mood seemed forced, and wondering what he was doing, Jarrod said, "No, but I'll wait for you." curious to see what transpired.

*Prefect, Heath thought, I may pull this off yet.*

"Cheers," Heath called, as Sam handed them the beers.

Watching Nick down his in an attempt to get outside quickly Heath smiled and said, "Another for Nick, Sam."

"Sure thing," he replied, pouring another cold one.

"Come on Nick, you didn't toast me! Cheers." Heath called again. Clinking their glasses together.

Sighing, Nick clinked, and downed this beer too.

"Gee Nick, you must be thirsty! Sam another one please."

Taking the beer from Sam, Heath again, didn't give his brother time to think as he said, "Congratulations on outsmarting me brother. First you got me to unload those pumpkins for you, then I had to help with those kids games, and to top it all off, Virginia Wheeler cornered me. Looks like you made out well, drinking and playing cards in here with Jarrod. That deserves another round. Sam!"

"How many did you have before I got here Jarrod?"

Smiling at Heath's overt manipulations, and laughing that this was the very first time Heath had ever talked so much in so short a time, Jarrod felt very inclined to continue his observations. He answered "Three."

"Fine, just fine, Heath said. Drink up Nick, we got to get to that auction. Come on. Hurry!"

Seeing Nick down his fourth beer, Heath smiled.

His interest fully caught, Jarrod filed away the fact that Heath hadn't consumed any beer, while he had maneuvered Nick into having four in less than fifteen minutes. Something was up, and he couldn't wait to see what his younger brother was doing. This was a side of Heath he'd never seen.

As they turned to leave Nick reached for the bar and held on for support. All of a sudden he didn't feel all that well.

"Come on Nick, we can't be late. Let's go." Heath almost gloated. "Hey Nick, you don't look so good. What do you think Jarrod?"

Giving Heath a knowing sideways glance Jarrod said, "No Nick, I must agree. You don't look to stable."

"What do you mean," Nick thundered, feeling his stomach lurch.

"I mean you've had too much beer and not enough food." Jarrod calmly stated, watching Heath's face closely.

Seeing Heath smile and say, "You know Nick, those women would probably be furious if they saw you like this, maybe you should just sit here for a spell."

"They would be mad." Feeling a little realization kick in, Nick suddenly said, "This is all your fault Heath. I'm holding you responsible."

"What do you want me to do Nick? Can I get you food, coffee, what? You really should know your own limits," Heath goaded.

"Why you!" Nick yelled, knocking over a chair in his haste to get to Heath.

Allowing Nick to take the first swing, Heath absorbed the punch and said, while acting offended, "Nick why did you do that. I was trying to help?"

"Trying to help, boy! You just want the girls to yourself."

"Now Nick, listen to reason. I'll stay with you. You're more important than some silly auction."

Nick, angry and not wanting to listen to reason, punched Heath again. This time Heath punched back. It was a well aimed blow designed to leave Nick disoriented. Moving solicitously toward Nick, Heath and Jarrod helped him to a chair, and Heath told Jarrod he would stay with him.

"Jarrod, why don't you go check out the auction. One of us ought to be there. I'll sit with Nick. I'm feeling kinda guilty. Didn't think the beer would hit him so hard."

Feeling slightly angered, yet amused at what Heath had just accomplished, but unsure as to why Jarrod said. "Sure Heath." With enough emphasis that Heath realized Jarrod hadn't been fooled.

As Jarrod left the bar, he overheard Heath ask Nick where his wallet was, saying that he needed to pay Sam for all the beer Nick had consumed. Turning with interest once again, he heard Nick mumble as Heath withdrew Nick's wallet and gave Sam some money. That brother has some nerve he thought as he once again headed to the auction.

Heath hoped it was worth it. At least Nick wouldn't win Colleen, and that was what she had demanded. That Nick didn't win her, not that Heath did. He was beginning to get a headache.

As Jarrod approached the auction he noticed the line of girls, all beautifully dressed and ready. Each held their basket, containing the lunch they would provide, to one lucky bachelor. Jarrod knew that the winners would be bachelors. No self respecting wife would let their husband near these girls. They were the town beauties. Mother and Edna had done a wonderful job. Everything was in order, the girls ready, and the risers filling fast with eligible men.

Promptly at noon, Victoria's voice rose above the din, and everyone quieted in anticipation.

Gentleman, the ladies you see before you have graciously consented to allow themselves to be auctioned off to the highest bidder. The winner will receive lunch, prepared by the girl they won, as well as that girls company for the entire lunch hour. As an added bonus the ladies have decided that the winner will be allowed the opening dance, with them as their partner, for the nights finale, the Festival Ball. Remember all money collected goes to the renovation of the orphanage, so loosen those wallets. Not only will you win a lovely girls attention, but you will be helping a good cause as well. Let the Auction Begin.

Edna moved to center stage and began the bidding. As each girl came forward, she told about the girls hobbies, and related a relevant fact; such as lightest dancer on two feet. The bidding was fast and furious. Each girl rewarded the high bidder with a brilliant smile and moved to the picnic tables to begin sharing the feast they brought with the lucky gentleman.

Jarrod knew Nick would feel fine in under an hour, but he still felt very conspicuous without his brothers in attendance. More than once he had noticed the ladies looking his direction. A few of those looks seemed to be silently asking where Nick and Heath were. Wanting to extract himself from the uncomfortable situation, he decided to bid on the gorgeous Helen Milton. She was new to town, and he had met her only briefly, but was intrigued. That would explain his presence, while allowing him to state he had no idea why his brothers weren't around. Jarrod knew that all the Barkley men were sought after, but Nick was usually in such high demand that Jarrod didn't want to explain he was in the saloon, recovering. He also wanted to avoid Mother, when she asked how he ended up feeling under the weather, this day of all days. Heath would never hear the end of it, if Victoria thought he had purposely kept Nick from the auction.

Looking at the stage, Jarrod noted that Audra was up. Edna had just said the Audra had a love of horses and was an excellent horsewoman. She then added that Audra's brownies were the moistest in the county. Jarrod smiled, as he wondered if Edna had ever tried one of Audra's brownies.

As the bidding commenced for his sister, Jarrod noticed her smile. It was good to see Audra enjoying herself. Usually the smaller city of Stockton didn't provide the type of entertainment and social whirl he knew his sister longed for. He had to admit, seeing her all dressed up, that she could easily grace any theater hall in all of San Francisco, and blend in perfectly. Her manners truly were impeccable. She was still a little impulsive, but a few weeks in the big city would tame that tendency. He noted that Audra had been won for $26.00. That was a major handful of change for most of the men in town. As Audra regally walked to take Gordon's hand, he noted that she seemed to shine. Gordon helped Audra off the stage, took the picnic basket from her hand, and escorted her over to a waiting table. Was there romance in the offing. Jarrod doubted it, but Audra was ripe for anyone who spent a little attention on her. He vowed to keep an eye on his sister, as he returned his gaze to the next lady.

As Colleen walked forward, Edna explained that Colleen was an excellent cook and enjoyed reading and helping children. She also added that Colleen was very sought after as a dance partner. As the bidding began again, Jarrod noticed that Colleen seemed to be searching the crowd for someone. Had her eye finally been captured? He agreed with the rest of the town, in thinking that Colleen was unobtainable. Gorgeous without a doubt, but she seemed cold, and very uninterested in men. Many tried to gain her attention, but after the initial attempt, few tried again. The Ice Queen, that's what Nick called her, and he tended to agree. He had met women like her in San Francisco. The only thing that didn't fit in was her friendship with Audra and the other young ladies of Stockton. As he thought this through, he realized that the bidding had stopped, and Colleen was being helped off stage by Brock Jameson, the rich, widowed, banker. She did not look pleased, but Jarrod was not surprised.

Next up, just before Helen, who he fully intended to win, was Virginia Wheeler. Edna motioned her forward and started her rehearsed speech with, Virginia is a lady of many fine talents. She loves horses, southern cooking, quiet times outdoors, and she is comfortable with ranchers and lawyers alike.

Good Lord, Jarrod thought. It sounded like she would be a perfect match for his brother, Heath. What a comical thought. Anyone who had ever seen Heath with Miss Wheeler, would instantly feel the tension that overwhelmed his younger sibling. Heath truly disliked her, and here she was, being described as liking all of Heath's favorite past times. He couldn't wait to relate this story to Heath and Nick.

Edna was busily scanning the crowd for Heath as she announced Virginia Wheeler. She had a plan that would get them together for the auction, and George was ready to participate in her scheme, but without Heath present it would never work. As the bidding ended, Virginia was handed to Dan Collins. Dan was smiling as he took her hand and she seemed pleased with the match up as well.

Virginia wasn't happy, just polite. Where was Heath. She really wanted to eat with him and share the first dance together. Something must have held him up. She was sure after the punch this morning he would be looking for her. As she moved to the table with Dan, they began to talk, and she realized he was a very interesting man. Maybe she should think about others. Heath had held her interest for a very long time, but maybe he would come around if he saw someone else interested in her. With that she began simpering in Dan's direction, hanging on his every word.

Jarrod was thoroughly enjoying himself. Mother looked pleased by the high bids. Edna, who they had all come to know, was relishing her position as the orator, and Helen was up next. Helen was a woman that Jarrod found fascinating.

As Helen moved to the center of the stage, Jarrod felt his excitement rise. She was splendidly dressed in a pale blue walking dress, embroidered with dainty blue flowers at the neck and wrists. Edna, began the bidding by explaining that Helen loved books, opera, and fields of flowers. She also stated that she wrote poetry when alone and was politically active in women's right. Maybe he would read her some of his favorite poems by Walt Whitman.

Jarrod jumped in the bidding when the sum reached $20.00, and was gratified to see her smiling in his direction, as she nodded her head slightly, to acknowledge his interest. Jarrod was uncertain just how the bidding would go. Either the men would give up early, knowing they couldn't outbid a Barkley, or they would up the bidding really high to see how interested he was.

At the bidding continued he realized they had picked the latter course of action.

Deciding to put a final halt to the auction, Jarrod stood up and said, "$75.00". Hearing the gasps around him, he glanced toward Helen to be rewarded with a tender smile that reached her eyes.

As he took her hand to help her from the stage, she whispered, "Thank you. I wondered if by being educated and not yet well know in your town, I'd bring in enough money to make Victoria's request that I enter, feasible."

"I personally consider it an honor to eat lunch with you and dance the first dance tonight. Shall we sit here?"

"That would be lovely."

And with nary a thought to his brothers Jarrod sat back to enjoy himself for the next hour, which quickly turned into two. The couple discussed everything. Scholastic achievements, political views, authors, and scientific improvements as well as dancing and the weather. .Jarrod also asked whether a ride the next day was possible, and received an immediate affirmative.

From down the street the entire gathering could hear Nick as he grumbled to Heath about missing the auction.

"Why if I didn't know better, I would think that you didn't want me to be there to bid, Heath," he hollered.

"Now Nick, just calm down, came the muted response of his quieter brother. You know I would never do such a thing. Let's go and see if the auction is over or if we can still get in on the action."

"Now your talking." Nick smiled as they headed to the deserted stage.

"Looks like were a little late, Nick."

"I thought as much. Now I have to wait for the dance to have any time with Stockton's finest."

Wondering who Colleen had been paired with, Heath milled around the square until he spotted her. There she was sitting and smiling at Brock Jameson. *Boy howdy, Heath thought. He sure is everything I'm not. Rich, well mannered, cultured, rich.* His blood was boiling as he saw Colleen take Brock's plate and carefully pack it away. As Heath moved closer, he saw Brock take her hand, raise it to his lips, and thank her for the delicious meal. Remembering his first picnic with Colleen, he realized that he hadn't really thanked, her but rather abandoned her to his brother. Mostly he hoped she would still be speaking to him. He intended to enter the pumpkin carving contest with her. Moving away, his eyes downcast, he failed to see her perk up as he passed by.

Thanking Mr. Jameson for the company, Colleen allowed him to gather her picnic items and walk her to the hotel. As they neared the front entrance, Colleen spied her Mother, moving toward her. Her mother had spent the day judging pies, the ladies had entered in the bake off.

"Colleen, may I have a word with you?" her mother asked.

"Of course, Mother. Thank you again Mr. Jameson. I'm looking forward to the first dance tonight."

As Brock left, Colleen's mother began expressing her happiness at seeing her daughter with someone as influential as Mr. Jameson. "How did you like him? Is he as smooth and educated as he seems? When do you see him again?" The questions were coming fast, and Colleen just wanted to escape.

"Mother, he is very nice, and well mannered, however I don't think I can see myself spending any time with him."

"Why ever not? As you just said, he is personable, well educated, and respectable. I expect you to try and find something in him to like. Do you understand me?"

"I understand Mother, but my future happiness is the only thing that I refuse to let you have a say in. Do you understand me?" Colleen said stamping her foot.

"Of course I do dear, but it wouldn't hurt to try and get to know him better would it? Her mother responded looking down the street. Spying Heath, she spat, at least he is respectable, unlike some men."

Turning to follow her Mother's gaze, but knowing exactly who she would see, Colleen stated, "I will make my own choice." With that she turned to enter the hotel, only stopping when she heard her mother ask her to stay a minute.

"Wait dear! I know your happiness is your concern. I only want you to be happy. You know that."

"Yes Mother I do! It's just that your ideas and mine don't always match. The men in this town can be so ..well....shallow. Now, tell me all about the baking contest. Did Della win again? I think she must make the lightest crusts in town."

Being thankful for the change in topics, and her mother's willingness to let the change stand, Colleen eagerly entered into a long boring discussion of Della's triumph, the horrid taste of Greta's filling, and on and on....

As the discussion continued Colleen saw Heath approach. She was surprised at this. He had stopped earlier when he noticed her Mother, but this time he seemed intent on talking to her anyway.

As he drew near she heard him politely say, "Hello, Mrs. McDougal, Colleen."

"Hello Heath," Colleen answered as she watched her mother's lips purse.

As no response was forthcoming from Colleen's mother, Heath continued, "I noticed that you had lunch with Brock Jameson."

"Yes I did. Why?"

"Just noticed that it wasn't with Nick. I thought he was going to bid on you." Heath said, looking very uncomfortable.

"You know Heath, Nick wasn't there at all. I found that odd, but my actual statement came true." Colleen responded gaily.

"I was wondering, if you weren't busy with your lunch partner, would you be my partner in the pumpkin carving contest, later tonight?"

Looking at her mother, Colleen said, "I would love to, Heath. Until then."

"Until then. Good day Ma'am, Colleen," and flashing her the most brilliant smile she had ever witnessed, he continued down the street.

"Colleen, that was badly done." her mother stated, looking disdainfully at Heath's retreating form.

"What would you have me do Mother? Be rude! Your taking care of that for the both of us!" Colleen spat angrily as she whirled and left her mother staring after her.

*I'll need to watch that girl, and ease up a bit, or else she will be marrying that man just to spite me.* Mary McDougal thought, as she returned to her elite friends. It was hard, with Victoria Barkley being one of the most prominent in her circle, but while she would be polite to her, she didn't have to like her son one bit. He was below Colleen's standards, by virtue of his birth. That alone was enough.

Colleen too, was thinking of Heath. He had to have been very concerned, or he never would have approached her, with her Mother there. He knew how her mother felt, and didn't want to stir up trouble before it was necessary. Was he worried that she might actually like that pompous, boring Mr. Jameson? Hoping he was more sure of their relationship than that, she thought how funny it was that he managed to keep Nick from the auction. He had made good on her threat that he would suffer if Nick won her. She couldn't wait to hear the story of how it was accomplished. Why he hadn't been there, worried her though. She had hoped he would bid on her, and win. She had prepared his favorite meal, and fed it to Mr. Jameson. Where had Heath been, and why hadn't he bid? These questions needed answers. She would think about this as she watched the bronc riding. She wanted to root for Heath, yelling and shouting with the rest of the town folk. It was getting hard to keep her feelings for Heath unknown, to her friends, her mother, and the town.

The family all stood together, enjoying a few moments of peace in a very hectic day, before the next onslaught of activities. Audra was pleased about how well the children's games had been received, as well as enjoying herself at the auction. She was currently extolling the virtues of her lunch partner, Gordon.

"He does seem to be a real gentleman," Victoria agreed.

"I've never heard a word against him," Nick added.

As the conversation continued, Victoria glanced at each of her children in turn. Jarrod had seemed pleased with his lunch companion, but then she thought he would. Audra was obviously enjoying her day, and she was so proud of her daughters participation in the planning, this year. The children all had a wonderful time, from all the accounts she had been privileged to hear. Nick looked bored, she noted. He hadn't been at the auction, but she would ask why later. He seemed to be having fun with the family right now. Finally she turned to Heath. He was also having a nice time. She could tell. It was so nice to see him loosen up she thought as she observed him shiver. Wondering why he was shivering, she observed him more closely. He was still shivering. It looked as if his teeth were chattering. Why wasn't he wearing his coat?

As concern and anger rose, her usually calm demeanor was stretched, and she snapped, "Heath, where is your coat?"

"I'm fine, Mother."

I didn't ask if you were fine. I asked where your coat was!"

"It's fine," he repeated.

"No it's not. You're freezing!"

As she said these words the conversation stopped and everyone turned to look at Heath, who was visibly shivering by this point, part in fear, but mostly from the cold. As the sun had begun to set, the temperature had dropped rapidly, leaving him cold in the early evening air.

"I'll be fine, he glared at each of them, I'll get a coat in town tomorrow."

"You're in town today," Audra said moving over to wrap her arms around Heath.

"The shops aren't open. Case closed. Now about Helen, Jarrod you were saying that she was good company." Heath said, trying to change the direction of the conversation.

Not willing to let it go that easily, Victoria marched up to him and said, "Heath Barkley, right now I am very angry. No one should be without a coat in this weather."

A quick, "You're right, I'll take care of it tomorrow," was met with Victoria's retreating back.

"Boy is she angry." Nick snickered, thinking it was nice to see Heath in trouble for a change. Usually he was the one being told to control his tone of voice.

"Yes, she is, Audra added, and that usually doesn't bode well, brother."

"Don't fret, Sis. She'll calm down by the dance tonight."

"Are you sure you're talking about our Mother?" Jarrod interjected, as Colleen joined the group.

"Have I interrupted something?" she asked, starting to back away.

"Just Mother, mad at Heath. Nothing important, Colleen. Did you need something?" Audra asked.

"Just came over to say hi, Audra. Are you ready for the dance tonight? You seem real fond of Gordon."

"Yes, he is quite good looking, don't you think?"

As the girls continued to talk, Nick rolled his eyes and Jarrod and Heath smiled in agreement.

"This could be a long conversation," Nick said. "Lets go to the coral and check out the broncos."

"Sure," Jarrod agreed.

"Suits me," Heath said.

As they began to take their leave of the girls, they were brought up short by Victoria snapping, "Heath, turn around here."

In unison, the entire group turned towards Victoria's voice.

"Since you can't seem to get to town to pick up a coat, I took care of it for you. Put this on!" and she handed Heath a lovely light brown suede coat, with a fleece lining and collar, adding, "I refuse to have you sick."

Taking the proffered coat and mumbling "Yes Ma'am" he put it on, feeling his stomach knot as embarrassment got the better of him. Not only had she purchased the coat for him, but she had presented it in public...in front of Colleen. Feeling sick, he started to walk away when Nick said,"Aren't you going to the coral with us?"

"Uh, sure," he said, and he walked toward the coral as quickly as his legs could carry him, leaving the brothers to follow behind, wondering at his abrupt change in mood.

Colleen too, wondered at Heath's sudden mood swing. He had almost seemed vulnerable. He was definitely embarrassed. What had made him so withdrawn? She quickly thanked Audra for the conversation, telling her she would see her at the dance, then moved over to a bench to mull it all through. Heath. She loved him, but he was an enigma. Open, carefree, conciliatory, angry, quiet, brooding, gentle, reserved, fun, intelligent, playful, and soft spoken. There were so many sides to him. Trying to divide them into categories, she decided when he was with his family he was usually quiet, soft spoken, reserved, conciliatory, and occasionally angry. When they were alone, he seemed more open, fun. Gentle, intelligent, and playful. The brooding struck no matter

where he was, or who he was with. This was the one emotion she tied to the circumstances of his birth, and early childhood. Carterson hadn't helped. He was very quiet on that topic as well, but with time she hoped he would open up. She had doubts that he had told his family about his time there yet.

Still unsure of his abrupt mood swing, she thought back over their dates. There were wonderful picnics, horseback rides, walks, and even once swimming in the pond. Well she wasn't going to mention that one ever, but it was fun. The first time she met him at the dance she also considered a date. She loved spending time with him. Maybe they could go to the restaurant and then to the play that was coming to town in two weeks. The town was all abuzz. It wasn't often they had actual live entertainment in Stockton. *Wait,* a thought popped into her head and started to take shape. He hadn't asked her to the play, or the restaurant. He hadn't taken her to the carnival outside of town either, even though nobody would know they were together. For the last fund raiser she had worn his favorite color, green, hoping he would be there. His entire family showed. He wasn't there. He didn't bid on her, or anyone, at the auction today. What was nagging at her? He was angry and embarrassed when Victoria bought him the coat.

That was it! She had pushed it to the back of her mind once before, but as the thought slowly resurfaced, she knew she was right. Heath, one of the Barkleys, had no money. He was embarrassed about not being able to provide for himself, and would do without, until he could, just like he had done as a child.

Wiping the tears from her eyes, she railed against his childhood, the fears that held him there, and his refusal to accept help. Victoria probably didn't even realize she had offended his very stubborn sense of pride. This would be a challenge. Changing his mood without letting him know that she knew his secret. She doubted he didn't have any money, but watching the family interact for the past two months, while helping Audra, she realized that they really never filled him in on anything. They just seemed to expect him to understand. How many times had she heard him say things like: "When was that decided, or I wasn't aware." Maybe they just thought he'd understand he had money. That all he had to do was sign his name to the bills and they would be paid. That's how the town was run, once your credit was established. That's what her Mother did. Heath was probably never allowed credit, having to pay cash wherever he went. What a mess!

Not caring if Heath was rich or poor, but hating to see him suffer, Colleen made a resolution to put a bee in Audra's bonnet about maybe informing Heath about simple traditions, making sure to mention the credit issue.

As Heath watched the broncos, warm in his new coat, he felt his brothers draw near.

"You ready to ride, Heath?" Nick asked.

"Yep.. You?"

"Can't wait little brother. I'm going to beat you good and proper. Show the ladies what a man is capable of doing," Nick egged Heath on.

"Just what is that supposed to mean, Nick?" Heath responded angrily.

As the words began to escalate Jarrod promptly said, "Enough! First Heath stomps off leaving us to eat his dust, then you get mad at him and try to pick a fight. This is a family day. Let's

try to act like a family."

"Right," Nick grumped.

"Fine," Heath mumbled.

Jarrod, pleased that his lecture had at least stalled a fist fight, placed a hand on each of his brothers shoulders. Feeling Jarrod's touch, Heath and Nick looked at each other, smiled, and shook hands, both now cheerfully claiming to be able to beat the pants off of each other.

By the time the contest was over, neither brother felt much like celebrating. Heath had no idea where he had placed. He just knew his mind hadn't been on the horse underneath him, and he was tossed early. Nick, shocked at his brothers performance, also wasn't focused on the race one hundred percent. Early on in his ride he was also launched into the air, making a spectacular landing. He had stayed on for seven seconds, while the first place winner managed to double his time, staying on the bronco for a total of fourteen seconds.

The entire family returned to the picnic table they had staked out earlier that day. They ate a full dinner, commenting that Silas had outdone himself, once again. Only Nick, had room for the pie, Silas provided. Laughing as she cut it, Victoria noted that Nick could out eat everyone she knew.. Maybe next year they should have an eating race. Smiling once more, she decided to suggest it.

*Finally* Heath thought, as he heard the whistle blow. It was time for the pumpkin carving contest. He really didn't care about the contest, but spending an hour with Colleen was something he was looking forward to.

Gordon came, and Audra excused herself, explaining they had paired up for the contest. Jarrod, too, said he needed to find Helen, as they intended to win.

Seeing Colleen make her way over o the table, Nick stood, only to hear her say, "Heath, are you ready, I want to get an orange pumpkin."

Chuckling under his breath, Heath led Colleen toward the pile, so they along with the rest of the participants, could try to find the best one.

"Nick, Victoria questioned, who are you carving with?"

"I hadn't asked anyone Mother. I'll go find someone now."

"Are you feeling well, Nick? You haven't been your usual self," Victoria asked concerned.

"Yes, fine. Just this day is getting away from me. Don't really know how or why, but its turning out differently than I expected."

"Oh, Mrs. Barkley, Nick, have you seen Heath?"

"Yes, Virginia dear, he is entered in the contest with Colleen. I expect they are finding a pumpkin as we speak."

"Oh, I was hoping to be his partner. Well never mind. Nick, come on. Lets go." she said, as she once again, bodily dragged a Barkley son away, that day.

Throwing a quick, "See what I mean, Mother," over his shoulder, Nick joined Virginia in choosing a pumpkin, of all things. *Here I am carving a hated pumpkin with Virginia Wheeler. Well, she is pretty, just a little empty headed. Might not be so bad.* Nick thought as he set about his task with gusto, exclaiming loudly that he would win something that day.

It took no time at all for the pumpkins to be distributed, as each pair picked out one they liked. The pairs then dispersed and began their job of carving a winning pumpkin.

As everyone else began to clean their pumpkin, Heath was still walking around dragging Colleen with him.

"Just what are you doing, Heath," she asked.

"Finding a good place to work on this. Come on."

"What's wrong with here?" she queried

"Too many people to see what were doing. Wouldn't want one of them to copy our ideas would you?" came his quick reply.

"I guess not. I didn't know you would take this so seriously." Colleen stated, confused.

"Oh, yes Ma'am, you have to have just the right atmosphere to carve pumpkins. It's the way it is." Heath said, pulling her down the street and behind the Sheriff's office

"Heath, it's dark back here. We can't see to carve the pumpkin. I can hardly see at all."

"Wait just a second," he said as he stooped and pulled out a lantern, which he proceeded to light.

"Now, Heath Barkley, you had this planned. Didn't you?" Colleen giggled.

"The lantern, yep. Hid it here about a week ago."

"Not just the lantern, but this entire location," came the jaunty rejoinder.

Tipping his hat, he swept her a deep bow, saying "Of course my lady. Your Mother will never find us. We can carve quickly, then do what ever you want with the remainder of our hour."

"What I want? I'd say you have some ideas already, cowboy." she happily responded, then added with that glint he was starting to recognize, Did I tell you I want to win?"

Hearing his moan, she laughed out loud and then sat on the hard ground, asking him for his knife.

"Here, let me do that," said Heath, resigning himself to cleaning the pumpkin.

After removing the lid, both reached inside, to help remove the pumpkin guts. As their hands pulled out the insides, Colleen choked out, "Oh look, they are orange too!"

This brought on another fit of laughter, that neither could stop. As they continued to scoop and laugh, Colleen looked deeply into Heath's blue eyes, made dark by the dim light of the lantern. Her look drew his eyes to her face, and she reached out, cupped his face, and leaned over the pumpkin, kissing him soundly on the lips.

"Colleen," he murmured, as he kissed her back.

Breaking for air, Colleen echoed "Heath" and drew him back in for another leisurely kiss, which he deepened as her resistance weakened.

Pulling her to a standing position so that their bodies could touch, they kissed deeply and passionately, their hands entwined in each others hair, one occasionally straying to a place neither

could comprehend, as their passion rose. As Colleen backed toward the wall, Heath continued moving closer. Their backward progress was finally halted when Colleen's back rested against the wall of the building. The rough texture of the building contrasted sharply to Heath's glorious hands, as they caressed her neck. Taking her hands in his, he continued to kiss her as he raised them above her head and held them firmly in his grasp. He leaned in to continue kissing her, but allowed himself the liberty of kissing her ears, throat and neck, as well. As she moaned, Colleen arched her back and reached for his lips with her mouth. Heath left her neck and rejoined her as they continued to kiss.

The sound of the train whistle broke through their passion, and, returning to reality, they looked around and once again both began chuckling.

"Well this is a fine mess you've got us into Heath. How do we explain a pumpkin half full of guts?" Colleen tried to get out, through her laughter.

"Like this," Heath said, taking the pumpkin and dropping it on the ground. "Would you look at that! All our hard work ruined because you tripped again."

"I will not take the blame this time Mr. Barkley, but the concept works. Let me try this." Lowering her voice and looking ready to cry she delicately whined, "Oh it was so beautiful, but then Heath dropped it. I'm devastated." At this she broke into laughter again.

Trying to keep a straight face, but finding it impossible, Heath laughingly agreed to be the pumpkin destroyer this time. Extinguishing the lantern and picking up a few smashed pieces, they returned to the contest, where Colleen, retold their sad tale to everyone who would listen, while Heath sheepishly hid his face, so no one would see his laughter. Their story fooled almost everyone. It would have been more convincing to Nick and Victoria however, if they hadn't noticed that each had pumpkin in their hair, and pumpkin stains on their clothing. Colleen, around her waist and wrists, and Heath, across the back of his new coat.

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Victoria was amused, but Nick didn't find the situation funny at all. He fully intended to tell his brother so, and loudly, while they were changing for the dance.

"Colleen, dear, Victoria called, may I have a word with you?"

"Certainly Mrs. Barkley. What can I do for you?"

"I think I will be helping you this time, Colleen. A word of friendly advice as it were. You might want to freshen up before anyone else takes a close look at you."

Looking at Victoria, and noticing her eyes twinkling merrily, Colleen nervously reached to smooth her hair. As she felt the pumpkin, she hastily said, "Thank you Mrs. Barkley" and turned and fled to the hotel.

"Where is Colleen going, Mother?" Heath questioned as he watched her run off, wondering what had upset her.

"Up to her room to clean up dear, um, you might want to go remove the pumpkin form your hair as well," she stated still twinkling.

A deep blush immediately rose over Heath's face as her words sunk in, and he to hastened to clean up.

*There he goes. Now's my chance* thought Nick. He too left for the hotel, but for an entirely different reason. Feeling completely irate, Nick opened the door to their room and stopped. Heath was humming and smiling. Two things Nick rarely witnessed, in his quiet brother. As quickly as his anger had risen, he felt it recede, as he thought about the stallion Heath was breaking for his birthday, how Heath had unloaded the pumpkins for him, and how Heath's friendship and skill made running the ranch an easier job, and more enjoyable for the companionship. Deciding that Heath deserved to be happy, Nick shut the door as quietly as he had opened it, and returned to sit with Virginia Wheeler, as the contest was judged, a small smile tugging gently at his lips.

It was replaced with a large grin and a YAHOO! As he puled Virginia Wheeler to her feet as they announced that theirs was the best pumpkin in all of Stockton.

Victoria noticed that this day really wasn't turning out badly. Jarrod and Helen were sitting quietly, talking and smiling. Audra was happily conversing with Gordon. Virginia and Nick were beside themselves, dancing and laughing with elation as they claimed their prize, and Heath and Colleen were obviously happy. All of her children should have a wonderful time at the dance tonight.

This was proving to be a prophetic statement as each in turn whirled or was whirled around the make shift dance floor. It was really no more than a roped off area that had been smoothed, but with the candles providing light it seemed magical. Audra, Colleen and Helen, each, danced with their lunch partner. This proved to be no problem at all for anyone except Colleen, who wished the insufferable Brock Jameson to Jericho. When the first dance ended, Helen stayed wrapped in Jarrod's arms. Even though she was much sought after, she had promised him the first two dances. She had a reason for this. In Boston, the first dance would be a spirited dance, and the second a waltz. She intended to waltz with Jarrod Barkley, one way or another, then she could mingle, as she had been brought up to do.

This exact same feeling was echoed around the room as girls had to give up their chosen partner. This was what polite society dictated. Too much attention shown to just one man, caused tongues to wag, and many a girls reputation had been damaged, due to gossip.

Heath stood beside the punch bowl once again, but this time he was contemplating how many times he could dance with Colleen before her Mother once again, forcibly dragged her away from him. As he watched, Victoria made her way to his side. He was the only one of her children not dancing, and lightly touching his arm she said "Colleen would love to dance with you Heath, why don't you cut in?"

"She's in real high demand, and um well she's enjoying herself," he told her, trying to spare her feelings when she found out that his partnership, while welcomed by Colleen, would not be echoed by her mother.

"You're being evasive, she once again turned toward him. Care to explain why?"

"Not really."

"Heath, just ask her. I know she will be pleased."

"Quit pushing, he said, then added more softly, please." He truly didn't want her to know he was not accepted everywhere. She had always been so good to him. How could he hurt her like this?. Show her the dark side of people. She deserved to be bathed in light, not forced to accept that friends of hers still thought of him as that bastard.

"Heath, go on," she prodded.

His frustration over weighing his reason, he sharply said, "Fine, you want to understand why I didn't ask her, I'll show you," and he purposely strode across the floor, and cut in on Colleen's dance partner. As the gentleman relinquished his partner, Colleen turned toward Heath, her face aglow with happiness. As he took her in her arms, his misgivings left, as they quickly entered a world of their own making, free of outside influences. They didn't hear the music change, as they went from that dance to the next, and Victoria watched happily from the sidelines.

Across the dance floor Mary McDougal was seeing red. Here was her daughter: wealthy, beautiful, impeccably mannered, and one of the finest catches in the area, once again in the arms of the Barkley mistake.

Remembering the first time she had seen them together, and recalling how she had bodily removed Colleen from the dance, she also remembered that the lecture she gave her daughter forbade her to have anything to do with Heath again. Well one dance she could overlook, but carving pumpkins together, and now two dances in a row, well her daughter had just overstepped her boundaries, and she was going to put them right.

Refusing to cause a scene, while also refusing to allow her daughter to spend one more minute with Heath, she moved across the dance floor and tapped Colleen on the shoulder. "Get your wrap. Were leaving."

Colleen's back grew rigid and Heath's eyes froze. This wasn't the time or place for a confrontation, and both knew it. Shooting a dark look in Victoria's direction, Heath said, "Thank you for the dance,"and turned away.

As Colleen left the dance, firmly under her mother's guidance, Heath allowed his feet to take him to Gal. As he saddled her, he became aware of another presence in the stable.

"Heath?" Victoria questioned.

"Not now Mother!"

"Oh, I think now is the perfect time, Heath."

"No, you shouldn't have had to see that. It was my fault. I knew better."

"Look at me, she said pulling his face toward hers. What she saw shocked her deeply. Pain, raw pain radiated from behind hooded eyes.

"Heath, I had no idea." She began.

"That's obvious," he lashed out in his desire to drive the painful lesson home, so she would never be disappointed again. Hurt as he was.

Again she started, "Heath."

"Come on, its obvious. She thinks I'm not good enough for her daughter. Then he asked with the most venom she had heard from him in months, "would you let Audra marry a bastard, because that's what's being asked of Mrs. McDougal."

Seeing that he had hurt Victoria deeply, and being unable to forgive himself for this he mounted Gal and left.

As for Victoria, while the tears fell, her other three children enjoyed themselves, unaware of the little scene that had just been played out, and her newest son rode home in silence, and alone.

Returning that night with her other children Victoria allowed herself to take part in their happiness. Nick was by far the most vocal, as he went on and on about winning the pumpkin contest. As they returned for the night she allowed her thoughts to stray back to the unpleasant encounter with Heath. She knew that he and Colleen would be a good match, and wondered why she hadn't seen it earlier, however she was forced to admit that Heath was very good at hiding things from his family. After all Nick had needed to spy to learn that Heath was spending all his time training the stallion. She also knew that he had been hurt by Mary's actions. Could she ever associate with Mary again. She doubted it. As she prepared for bed she was surprised to hear a hesitant knock, and even more surprised, when she had expected Audra, to see Heath standing in the doorway, eyes downcast, twisting the button on a hastily thrown on shirt.

"Mother..........," he stammered

As she reached out for him, trying to provide all the love she knew he needed she pulled him forward in a warm embrace, and said, "I am so sorry."

"I just needed to talk a bit. Do you have the time now?"

"Of course, come on in and sit down."

"You look ready for bed, I wouldn't want to disturb you." he said

"Please come in, Heath." She thought he looked like he could use a drink and almost offered, when she decided that the time it would take to get him one would change the mood, so she just sat and waited patiently.

Her patience was rewarded when he said, "I'm sorry. That's all really. I knew that Mrs. McDougal was opposed to me, and you need to know, but we want it kept quiet. Colleen and I intend to marry someday, with or without her Mother's approval. I didn't want you to think I was giving up. I'm not, but I never wanted you to suffer from the backlash of my birth." Flushing in embarrassment at all he had revealed, he again marveled at the trust he felt with this woman. He was bitterly angry with himself for allowing her to be hurt tonight. She deserved better. It wouldn't happen again. He would protect her, them, from the cruelty in the world.

"Night," he said rising.

"Heath, I love you," she whispered softly, but loud enough for him to hear as he shut the door behind him. It made her mad to see him more concerned about her feelings, than his own future, but she wasn't sure how to help him, except show support by refusing to deal with little people. Mary was not in her good graces any longer. As she and Audra had discussed, many months ago, all they could do was be there for him.

Rising early after a troubled sleep, Heath slipped quietly away, first to check on the stallion and then to go to George and Edna's to work on his Christmas presents. He felt even more compelled, to make sure they were finished, as it was his only way to let them know how much he cared for them.

He knew the family would follow their traditional plans, which as near as he could figure, included church, followed by a long day at home, then dinner. He fully intended to make dinner, and play cards or pool tonight.

As he approached the line shack, he tethered Gal and dismounted, moving swiftly toward the still skittish stallion. Murmuring, "Hi there big fella. How are you this morning. Have you eaten better today. Let's go check." he moved past the horse to the food mill, to check the food level. It was noticeably lower. Finally, some good news! The stallion was eating better. He had been very concerned. Often, an independent horse would go into a strong withdrawal and refuse to eat. He had been afraid that this was happening to the stallion. "Now that's what I like to see," he soothed as he approached the horse, who had drawn nearer to Heath on his own. Reaching out to touch the horses soft nose, Heath was thrilled when the mighty beast allowed him contact with out retreating.

"Today fella, we get that blanket on you, what do you say?" As he pulled the soft cotton blanket off the fence, he again approached the horse, continuing to lull him with his voice. Once again the stallion stood still and regarded him warily, but made no move to walk away.

"I reckon, it's now or never horse," he said as he gently tossed the blanket, unfolded to diminish the weight, over the stallions back.

Rearing angrily as the blanket settled over his back, the stallion snorted and tossed his mane. Heath, taking care to once again avoid the slashing hoofs, grabbed a lasso from the fence post. Saying he was sorry for what he was about to do, he looped the horses neck, once again bringing him to a stand still.

As the horse calmed down, Heath decided to leave the blanket over his back. "Boy howdy, don't you look fine. If you were my horse I'd name you Thunder, since you remind me of the angry winds and storms that sweep over the plains. But you aren't my horse are you? I bet you get a proud name, horse. Yep, Nick'll give you a proud name. A name worthy of you." he continued to mumble as he groomed the horse. It had amazed him how easily the horse took to being groomed. It seemed to settle him, and Heath found himself resorting to this, whenever the stallion showed signs of balking.

Finishing, he once again caressed the silky nose, returned to Gal, and headed off to George and Edna's, promising the stallion he would return tomorrow.

While Heath was enjoying the morning ride, the Barkleys Sunday at church, progressed as usual. Hard pews, long homily, and an even longer time spent saying their farewells, thanks to the Festival the night before. No one could say anything out of the ordinary occurred. At least they couldn't swear to it, but as Victoria spent time with the ladies, rehashing the festivals strong and weak points, she was quiet. Some would have said she was preoccupied, others, that she was contemplating the priests words. Colleen thought differently. Every time her mother spoke, no matter what the issue, Victoria engaged another lady in conversation. Not once did she address a question posed by her mother. Not once did she join in the self congratulations on a job well done. When her Mother asked who wanted to be involved next year, Victoria had answered her only answer of the day, before returning to her family and heading home.

Her answer had been, and Colleen could repeat it verbatim, "I will happily support any function not manned by narrow minded individuals." As Victoria left, her response was discussed, and the ladies concluded that Victoria had meant that she wanted the festival to evolve, not remain stagnant. Colleen knew better. She had seen the same determination in Heath at the dance, when he refused to voice his opinion, but Victoria had made them crystal clear. No one had better consider Heath any less than a full fledged Barkley.

Reaching George's home, he dismounted and, seeing George fixing the farm equipment, he waved hi, as he went into the barn.

"Edna, George called, he's here early today."

Emerging from the root cellar, and moving toward George, she called, "Did you tell him I'd get him breakfast?"

"I reckon if he wants breakfast, he'll ask, or mention he's hungry. Stop fussing over him."

"George, how can you be so cold! I bet he never even had breakfast. He hardly eats when he's here. He never takes the time. I'll go ask, and also try to find out why he didn't spend more time with Virginia at the festival."

Lifting her skirts, Edna hastened toward the barn, where she knew she would find Heath. Knocking, even though she now thought it was a silly formality, she called "Heath, son, do you want breakfast?"

"No Edna, I grabbed a bite before I headed over." Seeing her still standing there Heath added "Something on your mind?"

"Well now , um, actually, um , yes." she said as he grinned. "Would you quit looking at me like that Heath!"

"Like what?" he said still looking at her in confusion.

"You know, like that! I bet you already know what I want to ask you, and you're just trying to make me say it. MEN!" Edna huffed. Seeing his continued look of confusion, she added, "Heath, I made sure Virginia Wheeler spent some time with you at the festival. What do you think of her?"

"Oh, Edna, well she's fine and all. She's a friend of Audra's"

"She's perfect for you, Heath," Edna emphasized.

"Edna, I really don't......."

"Heath, I said she's perfect. She knows horses, and you like horses don't you?"

"Yes, but.........."

"She can cook, and sew, she would make a great wife, and your not getting any younger. You'll never meet anybody spending all your time here."

"Edna, I really don't think....." Heath said more loudly.

"Well that's obvious, "she retorted, as she saw her matchmaking skills being thwarted. "Maybe you should," she continued, emboldened by his silence. Maybe he was thinking it over after all, but what was this? He was smirking. Smirking in that infuriating way she had come to know. As she continued more hesitantly, she noted his eyes peered behind her. As a feeling of dread made its way up from her feet, to her head, she turned slowly around to see George, hands on his hips, in the doorway.

"Edna! You leave Heath alone. For God's sake woman, I told you, I only met the girl once, and she scared me to death with all that prattling.

And Heath laughed!

They knew in an instant that her matchmaking skills were not done in vain. Heath had laughed. Openly, honestly, and wholeheartedly. It was a sound they needed to hear more often as they approached the time when they would no longer be independent. It was a sound they wanted to take to their graves. His laughter was a gift.

Gasping and barely able to control himself, Heath choked out, "I don't have time for anybody as foolish as Virginia Wheeler, now I really must get back to work. Thanks for the diversion."

As George and Edna left the barn, Heath returned to his current project. The job was starting to become arduous and overly time consuming, but he refused to skimp on the quality and detail needed to complete Victoria's gift on time and with the degree of perfection he was requiring of himself.

Finally the day ended and Heath picked up his discarded coat, while thinking of the irony of the situation. Now that he had it he hadn't needed it except on the ride over. He hoped that today was just unseasonably warm, and not the beginning of an Indian summer.

"Ready to go Gal? I know I am. How would you like a nice swift ride home? We both could use the exercise, working in the barn is confining." He slapped her flank and away they tore, moving in unison, both thrilling to the feel of the wind against their faces. He loved a fast gallop on a good horse, better than almost anything on earth. Fully enjoying himself, as Gal raced the wind, he was stunned, when moments later, he was sailing through the air watching as the hard ground rose to meet him. Landing with a resounding THUD, he looked toward Gal, wondering what had startled her. He hadn't seen any reason for her to just stop cold. Picking himself up and wiping his hand across his forehead, he gathered his hat, dusted it off and returned it to his head. As he moved nearer Gal, he noticed she was favoring her left rear leg. As he calmed her, and he was beginning to think that all he did was calm horses, he bent to examine her hurt leg. Bending her leg at the fetlock joint, he noticed that she had thrown a shoe, and was cut as well. As he gently probed the cut he removed a few pieces of wood that had embedded themselves in her leg. This led him to believe she had broken one of the many pieces of dry scrub that dotted the area, and had been cut by it in the process. It was not uncommon, but once again he had a walk in front of him. He also reckoned he would miss dinner again.

"Let's get going, Gal," he said as they began the long walk home. The return trip was slow going and it was well passed dinner by the time they arrived. Heath took Gal into the stable, cleaned her wound, applied a poultice, and brushed her til she shown. After feeding her and assuring himself she would be fine, he headed toward the house to explain his absence.

As he passed the stalls of the other horses he heard a nicker coming from Charger's stall.

Smiling to himself, he said, "No Charger I haven't forgotten you. I have the sugar cube right here." As Heath gave Charger the treat, he carried especially for him, Charger leaned in to nuzzle Heath. "I know boy, I know. But you're not my horse. Wish you were. Finest horse I've ever seen, you are. Well it looks like for the next week anyway , we can be pals again. I'm looking forward to it. How about you?" As if in answer, Charger pushed up against Heath's chest and neighed softly. With a final pat, he left closing the door on his horse and his dream companion.

Opening the door he could hear quiet laughter from the parlor. As he strode in he tossed his hat on the table, and headed in to say hello.

Before he could get the words out. Nick exclaimed,"what happened to you? You look beat."

Seeing everyone turn expectantly to hear his answer, he said "Gal threw a shoe, and cut her leg. Had to walk her home."

"Well you'll need a horse tomorrow, Nick said as he drew another card, take Dusty."

"Nick, I was figuring on using Charger again."

"Charger, No. Heath, he's ornery. Not ready to be working yet."

"Yep, he's young, Nick, but I can handle him."

"You better listen to your brother, Nick, Jarrod said, his tone says he doesn't intend to argue."

"No, Jarrod, he'll ride Dusty" Nick was silently still fuming over Heath and Colleen, and missing the auction. He knew he was being as stubborn as Heath, but he wanted to win this one. Heath would ride Dusty!

Unable to hide his disappointment, but to weary to continue the inevitable, back and forth disagreement, Heath mumbled, "Fine. Whatever you say. You're the boss. I'm heading to bed now. Night."

After the chorus of goodnights were said, and Heath had climbed the stairs, Victoria requested a few minutes of Nick's time. Agreeing, he allowed her to proceed him into Jarrod's study.

"Nick, I'm not going to tell you what to do. I wouldn't expect you to listen to an ultimatum, but I would like you to think about something."

"It's about Heath again, isn't it? Well I'll tell you Mother, he just keeps coming out on top, everyone being all nice to him, making concessions: so he can make dinners, no mention of his missing church, raisin bread, well you name it, we do it for him. I'm not going to do it any longer. I run this ranch! He will do as I say."

"Nick! All I asked was that you hear me out."

"I'm listening."

"Short of what you feel the family is doing for Heath, how is he doing otherwise? In your opinion."

"He's great. Good with the hands, able to do the work of two men on any task given. He has a way with horses that defies explanation, and he makes good decisions, usually." Nick answered. "Why?"

"Sounds like he knows what he's doing."

"Yes."

"Any backlash from anyone any longer?" Victoria, again, questioned Nick.

"Not often anymore, the hands respect him. Why?"

"Anywhere, Nick?"

"Where are you going with this, Mother?"

"Just answer."

"Not often, unless the hands from another ranch are drunk and mad, then they pick on him." Nick answered.

"So, as you see it he has no trouble fitting in anywhere any longer." Victoria again pressed.

"No?" but it was said as a question.

"Nick, think back to high school. You liked that girl. What's her name?"

"Helga," he answered.

"Yes, that's it. Helga. Now, I remember you spending days thinking of just the right words to ask her to the dance. I couldn't wait to see your face when you told me she said yes. I always knew she would say yes. Anyway, you came home, and I asked how it went and....."

"And I said I didn't ask her." Nick mumbled, hanging his head.

"That's right, and when I asked for an explanation, you replied that your friends thought she was strange. No one wore their hair like that and her dresses were odd. You said you didn't want to have your friends laugh at you. You needed to be accepted. You were Nick Barkley. They all looked up to you, and still you were insecure."

"Well, I ......."

'Nick, confidentially, Heath still isn't often accepted, at least not in all circles, only tolerated due to our name. How would you feel if you were him. You knew you weren't accepted, and had to face a family member that you respect,.... and let me tell you Nick, that boy loves and respects you fiercely,....always ordered you around, and never listened to what you said or accepted your thoughts with out a battle?" "Night Nick, she said kissing him on the cheek, and leaving the room, and him alone with his thoughts.

Nick spent a restless night, and awoke feeling out of sorts. Heath never really said anything, never complained, they got on well. Was he really that wrong in insisting that Heath do things his way? It was his ranch to run. Did his Mother mean everything, or just the horse issue. Why was she involved? She never gave him advice anymore, well rarely ever. As these thoughts went round and round, he decided that a ride on Coco, might help him sort out his feelings. As he reached the barn, he slipped inside the partly open door, and once again stopped. Heath was inside saddling Dusty, while talking to Charger.

"Well boy, I guess I was wrong last night. It'll be me and Dusty this week." As he moved the now saddled Dusty out of her stall he fed Charger a sugar cube.

Nick watched as Charger gently took the cube then pushed his head against Heath. This wasn't the feisty young male he rode occasionally. Charger was patient, and looked intelligent as he closely watched Heath's movements. As Heath walked on past, Charger butted the stall door. Heath dropped Dusty's lead, and moved back over to the stallion. As Heath approached, Charger quieted.

"Now Charger, Heaths voice, while soothing, sounded sad, I know I told you last night it would be us, like it was the last time Gal was hurt, but things change. It's just not my decision. You stay calm, hear. They'll be in later to work you. Probably Steve, just not me. Now I gotta git or Nick'll have my hide."

As he turned to gather Dusty's reins again, Nick slipped unnoticed, out of the barn. Taking a deep breath, Nick pushed through the door saying "You here, Heath?"

"Yep, Nick. Just leaving to ride the fence line."

"Hold up a minute. I think you saddled the wrong horse ."

"Nick, maybe you better get your eyes checked. This is Dusty," Heath answered, shaking his head.

"Yes it is Heath, but I gave it a lot of thought last night. Take Charger and get to work."

The smile lighting Heath's face as he quickly led Dusty back to her stall, and unsaddled her told Nick all he needed to know. God, but Heath could put him through an emotional wringer, but it was worth it. Life was easier before he got here, but having Heath more than made up for the new headaches, his presence sometimes caused.

"Hey Heath, let me saddle Coco, and lets work on the fences together."

"I'd enjoy the company," was the prompt reply.

As they worked, they talked through the next month of chores, made decisions, both large and small, while keeping up a friendly banter. *He reveals so little* Nick thought when Heath surprised him by saying, "Nick, about these birthdays you guys have, well what's planned for yours?"

"What?"

"I mean, do you have a large party like Mother's? Does everyone dress all fancy? I really don't know what to expect." It had been hard but Heath had finally asked.

"That's right. How could you. Let's see, Mother's is always the same. A huge affair, each year being bigger than the last. Audra, almost always, has a party with fancy dresses, and us in suits, and dancing.....but you were here for that..... Wait, her's was just before you came. So was Jarrod's. Mine is next then. Let's see. Sometimes we go camping over my birthday, to break it up from Thanksgiving. I've had a party, but it didn't seem right. This year I intend to play pool with my brothers while the ladies cheer me on to victory. Dinner will include steak, potatoes, gravy, bread, mushrooms, and chocolate cake for dessert. Of course, gifts are in the morning, as is usual for all of us."

"Boy howdy, that sounds fine. Real fine." Heath said, feeling very relieved. He could play pool, eat a steak, and he had a gift. No big surprises. No surprises suited him just fine.

"Heath, what are you getting me?' Nick asked.

"Don't rightly know," came the quick reply. "You need socks?"

Laughing in unison, they finished for the day, and returned home in good spirits. This routine continued for the next couple of weeks. Nick often worked with Heath, as they continued to prepare the ranch for the rains to come. Both were concerned. The rains were late already. That often led to complications. Heath spent his spare time at George and Edna's, putting the finishing touches on the gifts, and occasionally helping around the place, much to Edna's dismay. He also took the scraps of lumber and added a gift for Colleen and George and Edna as well. On Saturdays he saw Colleen.

Three days before Nick's birthday, the rains began. The sky darkened at first, and showers came, one after another, with only minute breaks in between. By mid afternoon you couldn't distinguish between daylight and night. The men spent even more time ensuring that everything was battened down. They returned home each night, drenched, shivering, and exhausted.

"Boy Nick, I can sure see why you don't have any parties." Heath commented at dinner the night before Nick's birthday. He wasn't looking forward to going back out that night, but he had to bring the stallion to the stable before Nick woke up the next morning.

"Yes, Jarrod said, the one time we tried a party all the fancy dresses looked like spotted sackcloth, before the ladies made it inside the front door. I think my job was to soothe all the ruffled feathers, of each lady present. He then went into a monologue of his night: Yes Cathy, your curls look fine, even wet. Nick will be entranced. Jennifer, your skirt still twirls just fine, I'm sure Nick will not mind them being wet when you dance. Denise, don't worry. Your shoes are not to wet to dance on our carpets. I don't think Nick will mind damp feet. Pam, you look fine. Don't concern yourself with the rain. Come and dance with me! It just went on and on and on. As Jarrod observed the heaving shoulders of his family members, as they listened to his diatribe, he felt glad to have been able to inject some humor into the gloom that was surrounding Nick's birthday.

The rains had been vicious, and despite everyone's best efforts, rivers, lakes, and streams were rising at an alarming rate. He knew Nick, Heath, and the ranch hands had been standing in knee high water for at least two days, piling on extra sand bags. There was nothing more to be done. So far their ranch was fine, but the Willit's, to the North, were buried under a foot of mud, when one of their levees broke that was to contain the rising Mokelumne river. Their levees were holding, but the strain was felt, as they worked feverishly, to repair holes. When Victoria had heard of the Willit's disaster, she had wanted to help, and was frustrated when she was told she couldn't get to their ranch by buggy or horse, due to the flooding. Jarrod figured he'd arrange a loan. It would help them get started again and decided to bring it up. Maybe if the felt that they could help in some way, everyone's spirits would lift.

"Mother, Nick, all, I was toying with the idea of approaching Zeke Willit with a loan offer, to tide them over, and get them back on their feet for next year. What do you think?"

"Jarrod. Victoria answered, that's a lovely idea, and one I was about to bring up myself."

"Agreed," Nick added.

As Jarrod said "Fine it's settled." Nick looked at his Mother and said, "No it's not Jarrod. We haven't heard from Heath or Audra."

At this pronouncement Audra got up and hugged Nick, saying, "I never thought anyone would want to hear what I thought, but yes, you should loan them the money. Maybe even give them a steer or two, to start over with. I heard they lost their entire herd as well."

As Heath added, "Sounds very neighborly." Nick saw his Mother smile at him. The smile that said, I'm proud of you son.

"Well, it's officially settled. I'll go by later this week," Jarrod amended, still smarting over forgetting to wait for his youngest siblings to answer. Wanting to redeem himself, he added, "Heath, pool after dinner?"

"Uh, no Jarrod. Looking outside I figure I'll be just as cold and wet as I was today. Nick's birthday or not, we will have work to do. I'm heading to bed."

"Smart plan. I think I'll turn in too," Nick said.

"But who will play cards with me?" Audra pouted.

"Audra, don't try to make your brothers feel guilty. They will get ill being out in this weather without proper rest and food, Victoria admonished. You can sit here and work on your cross stitch with me."

Nick chuckled, as he heard Audra sigh, "Alright," as though the world was going to end.

"Don't forget Nick's birthday begins with breakfast at seven a.m. You boys can start work after that," she called to their retreating backs.

Nick promptly fell into a deep sleep, dreaming of his birthday, as he loved birthdays as much as the rest of his family. Heath on the other hand, read to keep himself awake. He finally heard Audra and Victoria's doors close at about ten o'clock, and Jarrod's by eleven. Giving them another half hour to ensure they were asleep, he dressed warmly and quietly crept out of the house. Opening the door, which he had oiled two days ago to prevent the loud creaking, he slipped into the stable.

He stopped to briefly pet Charger, then moved on down to saddle Gal, and said "I know. This isn't fair to you girl, but we have no choice. I gotta get Nick's present here and I need your help." Taking an extra length of rope, he led Gal into the cold night air and driving rain. "I'll be ready for bed before the night is through, girl, but if I see the inside of my room before sunrise I'll be lucky. Come on. Let's go,."

The usual forty five minute ride took over an hour and a half, as they picked their way through, mud, water, and rain, which often made visibility impossible. It didn't help that there was virtually no moon and the lantern didn't want to stay lit.

"Not a fit night to be out, is it Gal? Just a little farther." he said into his rain slicker and pulled up coat collar. As he reached the line shack's coral, he saw the standing puddles. They had been there yesterday when he had come by to check on and work briefly with the stallion, but they were much deeper. The stallion was huddled over near the left side of the coral, under the lone tree that grew near it. Heath doubted that the horse was any less wet then if he had stood in the middle of the coral, but the mud and puddles weren't as bad over there, so the tree was helping some.

"Ok Gal, now I get real wet," he said, sliding off her back. He looped her lead over the fence post and began speaking softly to the stallion. Moving through the solid mud that lined the bottom of the coral was hard work. He was coated with mud to his knees, by the time he was within touching distance of the stallion. As he approached, the stallion, who was not enjoying the rain at all, moved near the man he was coming to trust, as if to say, why are you here so late, and get me out of this weather.

Placing the lead on the horse, Heath gingerly led him around the perimeter of the coral, to the open gate across the paddock, knowing if the horse took one false move he could ruin a leg permanently He was not about to shoot Nick's present when he was within four hours of giving it to him. After seeing him safely outside, Heath mounted Gal, and the trio, wet, cold, and muddy, slowly began the walk home. This was the first time the stallion had been outside the coral since capture, and the night was not conducive to reassurances, so Heath kept up a steady stream of soft talk, telling the stallion all about Nick, the fine stall it had, and how nice it would be after they got there and he was all cleaned up. The talk was as much for Heath as it was for the horses. A voice, even his own, was reassuring.

After what seemed like days, but had only been hours, Heath could see the shape of the ranch house and outlying buildings, including their destination, the stable. Checking that he saw no lights on in the house, he led both tired horses inside. As he closed the door behind them he was overwhelmed by the sudden heat he was enveloped in. He led the stallion to an empty stall near the back. It had no other horses near, so the stallion would be less likely to be frightened. Next he led Gal to her stall.

As he unsaddled Gal, he said, "Tonight girl your second. If I could get this wet coat off to check my watch I could be sure, but I reckon it's about four thirty in the morning and I gotta get Nick's present ready. You and I will have to wait."

Heath took his time. First rinsing off the black stallion, making sure all the mud was removed from his coat. He then curried him til he shown. The once rain soaked, mud splattered mane was a beautiful sight, and the dim black coat seemed once again to glow with vitality. The horse was as ready as Heath could get him. Bedding him down for the next hour, Heath chuckled with "Doubt that will do any real good, but you can get used to it being regular and dry. See you soon fella. Now I gotta take care of Gal. He once again repeated the entire process then removed his own mud soaked boots, and quietly headed inside to clean himself up, as the sun rose.

Although he wanted a full bath, he decided to hurriedly rinse off, figuring the bath water might wake someone. All he really wanted was bed anyway. He was tired. His throat was sore from talking to the horses nonstop, and he ached from keeping both horses under control the entire trip. As he lay down, he figured he'd get a good hour of sleep before Audra came and roused him. He was out as soon as his head hit the pillow.

In his exhausted state it seemed like he'd been asleep about five minutes, before he heard Audra calling "Heath, rise and shine. Get dressed. Nick's birthday breakfast is in about twenty minutes."

Dragging himself from beneath the warm covers, he padded over to his closet, grabbed the closet items of clothing, and shrugged into the shirt and pants. Ready for his boots, he realized they were still in the stable, so he put on his socks and headed groggily downstairs, feeling his muscles protest at every step. It took all his will power not to turn around and return to bed.

Jarrod's "Good Morning Heath! Ready for the big day?" followed by a pat to his back, made him cringe. Jarrod's voice seemed awfully loud.

"Morning," he mumbled as he took his seat at the table.

As the choruses of good wishes and happy birthdays continued, he felt his lethargy lift and he also joined in wishing Nick a happy birthday. Heath didn't think Nick's grin could get any bigger, but he was proved wrong as Silas presented a breakfast fit for the king of Sheba. There was steak, eggs, ham, bacon, sausage, pancakes with Canadian maple syrup, french toast with powdered sugar, corned beef hash, milk, and hot coffee. With every bite Nick took, Heath felt his appetite diminish. He got a strong cup of coffee, and thought *Why can't there be raisin bread?*

As Nick put away a breakfast that had the entire family staring at him in amazement, Victoria decided to begin the festivities. She really hated to think of Nick having to work on his birthday, of all days, but some things couldn't be helped. Well they would have gifts in the morning, and by dinner, a cake to top all cakes would be ready. She and Audra had it all planned.

"Nick, I think it's about time for you to open your gifts."

"Oh yes, Mother, who's do you want to be first, Nick?" Audra enthused.

"Let me see. I'll take Mother's. Hers are predictable, she almost always gives me clothes. Right Mother?" he smiled.

As she handed him her two packages, she smiled thinking, I hope he likes the clothes this year.

"Well what do you know. Clothes!" Nick said holding up five new shirts, in blue, cream, and white, a new vest, four pairs of pants, and a new pair of leather work gloves. Her second box contained a new hand gun, imported from England, and detailed by a local silversmith that Nick admired. It was perfectly balanced. He could tell as he hefted it .

"Boy howdy, doesn't that look fine, brother Nick." Heath commented.

"Thank you mother. These were sorely needed, and I was holding out until today, hoping you would have picked out some clothes for me. As to the gun, what can I say," he added, moving to kiss her cheek.

"You're welcome, Nick," she beamed. He always got so wrapped up in the gifts, that she enjoyed buying for him. She was unaware that to the rest of the family she and Nick were very much alike.

"Heath, your next." Nick stated.

Heath replied, "I think mine will have to be last, Nick."

"Oh how mysterious, Audra said, what is it Heath? Seeing his eyes twinkle but his lips close she added "Well I'll just wait along with everybody else, unless you'll agree to give your favorite sister a hint." As there was no response, she added, "Okay, I'll wait."

"Well then, Jarrod, its yours next, since I can't take any more of Audra's prattle." Nick said, smiling at his sister.

"Oh you, she flashed angrily, just for that here's mine," and she also handed him two packages.

"Two, thanks sis," he replied, taking her beautifully wrapped packages, and in an exact opposite to his mother, destroyed the wrapping in a single swipe of his hand. Opening the lid of the first one, he found lovely hand embroidered handkerchiefs. Hastily laying them aside, he reached for the second gift, just like a greedy boy asking for his third slice of pie. He was thrilled to find a woven tackle box, and new fishing gear.

"Oh Audra, thank you. I almost forgot I lost my fishing gear on that trip last year. I sure hope that whopper is happy pulling around my rod. Maybe now I can try for him again."

"Okay Heath, since you claim last rights, I'm next," Jarrod said, handing Nick a long rectangular box wrapped in blue. This too was ripped open in a matter of seconds to reveal an imported German shotgun designed for accuracy and with a tag claiming that with just one shot it could take down a bear.

Nick laughed saying, "I still think you would need to hit the bear in the head, Jarrod, and do they have bears in Germany? This is wonderful, Jarrod. How did you know that I have wanted this to add to my collection of rifles?

"Like I said at Mother's birthday Nick, just a keen sense of knowing my families tastes exactly, dear brother."

Standing, Nick moved to kiss his sister, and hug Jarrod. He then turned to Heath and said "Well, you're the only one left. Bet you can't top these beauties?"