You Raise Me Up

Chapters 40-46

by Bonnie

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

Chapter 40

Nick walked into the livery stables. He picked up the curry brush and began to rub down the horses. He couldn’t get his thoughts off his brother. A brother he never knew he had until four months ago. A brother who lived a life with very little material possessions but filled with love. Nick smiled as he thought about the two women full of fire that he had just met. These women were determined to make sure this young boy in their care grew up to be a man with honor and integrity. In a life that could have taken the boy on a far different path it was these women who were the reason Heath was the man he was today. Nick smiled as he realized that their father would have been proud of this son he never knew.

* * * * * * * *

Matt Simmons stole a glance inside the livery and watched the man who called himself the bastard’s brother. His eyes narrowed as this stranger caused him to remember a man he swore he’d erased from his mind years ago.

“Ya think money grows on trees boy? Whatcha doin’ rippin’ the only good shirt ya have?” Duane Thomson was a big man of six-four with dark hair and black eyes. He was a frightening image as he towered over the eleven-year-old boy. “Answer me boy!”

“I’m sorry Duane,” Matt whimpered.

“Ya call me Papa, ya here! I’m the one that takes care of ya sorry ass and pays for ya. I deserve the respect of bein’ yer Pa boy!”

“Yes…Papa…I’m sorry…Papa…”

“Ya nothin’ but a disgrace!” Duane Thomson pulled off his belt. “I’ve told ya before boy that ya ain’t fightin’ in my house. Ya ruined ya only good shirt and yer Ma’s gonna want me to buy ya a new one now for church. Ya think I’n afford that?”

“I’ll pay for it…Papa.”

“Ya better believe yer pay for it! Now get over here!” Duane growled as he grabbed the boy’s shoulder and brought the boy over his knee. He raised the belt over his head. “One a these days boy yer learn when I tell ya to do somethin’ I mean it!”

“No…Papa…please!”

Matt Simmons shook his head of the memories that filled his mind. No man had ever frightened him the way his stepfather had all those years ago. He swore no man would ever make him feel that way again. He would bring fear to them but they would never bring fear to him! Not ever again! He watched this man that reminded him so much of his stepfather. He felt anger for this man that made him remember a time when he was weak. He turned away from the doorway and slid out of sight as he covered his ears with his hands. The sounds of the whippings his stepfather gave him and his screams overtook all other sounds. “No…Papa!”

He massaged his temples from the headache that was forming. He watched the man leave the livery. He began to follow him part of him transfixed on the power this stranger unknowingly held over him and part of him afraid of that power.

* * * * * * * *

Nick walked up to the cabin and saw Hannah sitting on the porch. His spurs jingled as he stepped on the porch and leaned against the railing. “Hello Miss James.”

“Hello Nick,” Hannah smiled as she rocked back and forth in the rocking chair while breaking green beans.

“Where’s Heath?”

“He’s out back talkin’ to Rachel. You’s sit with me.” Hannah spoke as she pointed to the chair beside her. Nick dutifully sat down and the former slave handed him the green beans. “Here’s ya be a good boy and help me.”

“Yes Ma’am.” Nick smiled as he dutifully did as the woman requested.

“So how many people live here now?” Nick asked in his need for conversational noise.

“There’s ‘bout six of us, I believe.” Hannah smiled. “There’s Mista Thornsbury at the general store, Mista Tucker at the Saloon and…the Simmonses.”

“Do you ever get travelers?”

“I’z think they do for a spell but they’s never come this far.”

“This is a very beautiful place. It’s completely different then town. A lot of the buildings aren’t being kept up.”

“I’z love it here. It’s peaceful, like what it’d be in heaven.”

“Yes I believe so.” Nick grinned. “I think that-“ Nick’s words were cut off by Hannah’s gasp as she placed her hand over her mouth. “Miss James, what’s wrong?”

“Him?” Hannah pointed at the man who stood fifty feet away at the curve in the road. The man turned around and walked away.

“Simmons,” Nick growled. He looked over towards Hannah and saw her frightened demeanor. "It’s all right Miss James, I won’t let him hurt you.”

“It’s not me he wants ta hurt,” Hannah looked at Nick. “It’s Heath.” Nick reached over and grabbed the woman’s hand. She squeezed his hand. “The day we buried Miss Leah was a bad day. He beat Heath somethin’ awful that day. We takes him to Pikeston to sees the Doctor. He’s almost died on us.”

Nick sighed as he remembered that first meeting with Heath and the family.

“When did you find out who your father was?” Jarrod continued to quiz his new brother, and everyone in the room heard the lawyer voice but Heath.

“Less than a month ago.”

“What happened less than a month ago?”

“My Mama died two days after Christmas. Before she died she showed me a newspaper clippin’ on Tom Barkley. Before I could ask her if he was my father she had died.”

“Is that clipping what made you come here?”

“No.”

“Then what did?”

“My Aunt Rachel told me what happened between ‘em.”

Nick shook his head as he realized that Leah Thomson died right after Christmas but Heath didn’t come to them until March, nearly three months later. He told them he discovered the truth about his father less then a month before he came. Now Nick realized why it took so long for Heath to learn the truth after his mother’s death.

“It’s all right, Miss James. I promise you that Matt Simmons will never lay another hand on my brother.” Nick promised. The woman looked into Nick’s hazel eyes and saw the love that shone for his brother, but there was also pain.

“You’s a good man, Nick. Heath’s lucky to have ya as his brother.”

“No, Miss James, I’m the one who’s lucky.” Nick paused and smiled. “And I want to thank you.”

“Me? Fo what?”

“For taking such good care of my brother for all these years. I’ll always be in your debt for all that you’ve done for him.”

“Oh Nick,” Hannah used her left hand to swat at the man’s hand she was holding in her right. Nick smiled at the woman’s obvious embarrassment.

* * * * * * * *

Jarrod Barkley was sharing a table with District Attorney Phil Archer at the Cattleman’s Club. They were eating their lunch and going over papers.

“Jarrod, this case is cut and dry. Matt Barrett will no doubt be serving time in San Quentin for shooting your brother.” Phil Archer said confidently.

“Who are you calling for your witnesses? How much time are you going to insist he serve? What about-“

“Jarrod, I know my job!” Phil growled.

“Yes I know you do Phil, but this was my brother that almost died!” Jarrod complained bitterly. “I want that man to pay for what he did to my family!”

“He will, I assure you he will pay.”

“Would you gentlemen like a refill,” their waitress asked. When the men nodded she filled the cups with coffee and left.

“I was going to call Duke McCall, Nick and Heath as witnesses. I also will have testimony from the Marshall who brought Barrett to town. Not to mention, testimony from the Sheriff where he was held right after the shooting. Both men make if very clear that Barrett showed no remorse for the shooting and is a cold heartless man.” Phil stated as he drank his coffee.

“What about the ranch hands? Will you be calling any of them?”

“I don’t think that’d be a good idea Jarrod and you know that.”

“Why?”

“Because of their dislike for Heath is what caused all of this. Their testimony might backfire on us.”

“Well they don’t think that way anymore. What if Barrett’s lawyer calls them?”

“I doubt he’d be that stupid.” Phil stated with irritation. “Jarrod, I agreed to let you take part in the trial with me, but I’m still the prosecuting attorney on this case. You are here for observation only. I will say it again, I have no intentions of losing.”

“Fine,” Jarrod sighed. Jarrod and Phil stood up and placed their money on the table as they left the room.

“I’d feel the same if it was my brother.” Phil said as they walked outside. He put his hat on his head and shook Jarrod’s hand. “Trial starts next week. I’m telling you Jarrod we couldn’t be more than ready for this. We have jury deliberation after July Fourth and I hope your brothers will be back in town by then. We need to go over their testimony before they are called to the stand.”

“They will be here. Thanks Phil,” Jarrod shook the man’s hand. The men went their separate ways. Jarrod walked towards his office. He opened up the door to find his Secretary at her desk. “Afternoon Leslie.”

“Hello Jarrod, how was lunch?” Leslie replied as she handed the mail to her boss.

"Phil assures me we couldn’t be any more ready for the trial next week," Jarrod replied as he sorted through the envelopes.

"Sounds like good news," she smiled. The door opened and Rance Kendall and Keith Ford walked into the office. "Uh Oh," Leslie mumbled, eliciting a grin from Jarrod before he turned to face the ranchers.

"Gentlemen! To what do I owe this visit?" he smiled as he shook their hands.

"Jarrod, we’d like to talk to you," Ford said.

"I'm afraid my schedule this afternoon is booked solid," the lawyer apologized.

"This can’t wait, Jarrod," Kendall insisted. "It’s about our contracts with your family."

Jarrod seemed to consider that for a moment before turning to his secretary to ask if he had any free time on his schedule.

"Your next appointment won’t be here for another fifteen minutes, Mr. Barkley," she said in her most professional manner.

"That’s all the time we need," Ford assured him.

"Fine, come on in," Jarrod invited then followed the ranchers into his office. He shut the door behind him and motioned to the chairs in front of his desk. "Please have a seat. Would you like a drink?"

"No thanks, Jarrod," Kendall replied as the men sat in the overstuffed chairs. "We can just get right down to business. We--"

"You said it's about your contracts," Jarrod cut him short as he sat in the chair behind his desk. He opened a file in front of him, as though it was pertinent to their discussion then looked up to say, "I'm not sure I understand what we could have to discuss right now. You've already received this year's payment and--"

"We want to cancel our contracts with your family," Ford stated impatiently.

"Are you unhappy with the payment you received?" Jarrod tried to sound confused, although he knew exactly why the men made their request.

"The payment was fine, Jarrod. That's--"

"Yes, it was exactly what the contract called for. And you received your payment right on schedule. Was there a problem in that regard?"

"Let's quit playing games, Jarrod!" Ford stood up. "You know what the problem is! I made it very clear that I wasn’t happy with that bastard--"

"His name is Heath," Jarrod said emphatically through clenched teeth.

"And you'd have us believe it's Barkley, too," Kendall joined Ford on his feet. "If your family wants to pretend that boy is one of ya, then that’s your business. But I don't want any part of it! I don't intend to do business with the Barkleys as long as--"

"Fine," Jarrod interrupted as he, too, stood up. "I appreciate you stopping by to tell me." He stepped around his desk, his intention to show them to the door, obvious.

"Hold on a minute!" Ford couldn't believe Jarrod would accept it that easily. "Is that all you have to say about it?"

"Gentleman, if you want to cancel your contract with the Barkley family, I'm the man who can do it for you. I am a lawyer, after all," Jarrod said cavalierly. Then his tone became icy as he said, "But it'll be the last business I handle for you."

"Jarrod," Kendall tried another route, "you take care of a lot of business for me. Do you really mean to say that you'd give that up over … this business."

"Yes," the lawyer smiled. "Without a second thought. Heath is a part of our family and, as such, any business we have with you could involve him. If you can’t accept that then I completely agree with you that there's no reason for us to do business together."

"There will be others like us coming!" Kendall assured.

"Let them know my door is open, Gentlemen. Now if you don’t mind I have another appointment to see."

"Your family is going to find that associating with that bastard is a big mistake!"

"Rance, for the last time his name is Heath. And if you use any name other than his Christian name to refer to my brother, I'll show you exactly who taught Nick how to fight," Jarrod promised.

Rance Kendall and Keith Ford hadn't expected to be dismissed so quickly and were shocked at the obvious lack of concern from the lawyer. Jarrod crossed to the door and pulled it open. The ranchers were left with no choice but to follow him, exiting the office without further word.

Jarrod sighed as he shut the door and leaned against it. He raised his hand to hit the door but stopped in midair. He turned around and walked towards the drinks’ table. He downed a glass of sherry. A knock was at the door.

“Jarrod, your next appointment is here. You want a few minutes?”

“No Leslie, bring him in.” Jarrod paused. “What his name-“ Jarrod asked as he turned around but Leslie had already left. Just then another rancher walked into the room. Jarrod’s eyes narrowed as he stared at the man he did not recognize. He was wearing cowboy boots, dark pants, a brown shirt and a cowboy hat. As recognition dawned Jarrod’s eyes widened and his mouth dropped open.

“Close your mouth, Jarrod old boy!” George Simon laughed as he took off the hat. “You give that first impression to all your clients and they may not feel very confident in you as their Lawyer.” The Senator teased as he walked towards the drinks’ tray. “May I?”

“Sure,” Jarrod shook his head. “George, what are you doing here…and dressed like that?”

“I didn’t want to bring attention to my visit. So I’m what Merrill would call incognito.” George laughed. “That young whippersnapper is something else.”

“Where are your bodyguards?” Jarrod asked as he sat on the sofa beside his future father-in-law.

“They are outside also dressed, reluctantly I might add, as cowboys. I tried to leave without them but they insisted. So I made them play dress up as well. I figured if they have to follow me around like my shadow then they will hate every minute of it.” George grinned.

“George, why are you here?”

“Well now, Son, that’s what I always liked about you…wanting to always get down to business. So here goes. There are some rumors spreading through Frisco like wildfire. They are about you and Rosalie in regards to the real reason behind her hospital stay at the Clinic. I’ve come to get your side of the story.” George raised his hand to stop Jarrod’s reply with a warning.

“Before you answer my question, Jarrod, I should remind you that nothing gets past me. So you better damn well not lie to me.”

**Trivia: Phil Archer was the Lawyer in “Into the Widow’s Web”. Rance Kendall was the rancher in “The Profit and the Lost.”

Chapter 41

The street was busy with activity. The ladies, some with children, walked from one shop to another. The men were going in and out of the saloon. The wagons and the stagecoach were stopping and going again. Everyone had somewhere to go. Jarrod stood and watched the Stockton residents’ hustle and bustle from here to there. George Simon remained patiently seated on the leather sofa as he waited.

“I had called Rosa to the ranch so she could meet Heath.” Jarrod began. “I wasn’t sure how she’d respond to learning about my new brother. That first week was difficult to say the least. Nick and Heath were learning how to cope in their new partnership with running the ranch and how to become brothers. People we thought were our friends proved to be anything but. We all knew we were in for the battle of our lives. Not to mention a stranger who we were curious about and was living under our roof.” Jarrod turned around and sat beside George.

“To say I was relieved when Rosa accepted Heath without question would be an understatement. I remember as if it were yesterday waiting and dreading her arrival on the train. I loved her with all my heart and I didn’t want to lose her. But I knew that if she couldn’t accept Heath…”

“You would have called it off.” George finished the sentence.

“Yes, I would have. I didn’t want to, but I had a loyalty to Heath. It was a pact our family had made. Not a vocal pact, mind you, but more of a silent, heartfelt one. Nick I think started it and we followed suit.”

“The girl, Nick was courting at the time? Rosa had mentioned Nick’s folly in a letter to me.”

“Her name was Jessica,” Jarrod sighed. “Not one of my brother’s better choices, I’ll wager. I wasn’t surprised when he ended it.”

“Rosa is a magnificent woman,” George smiled proudly. “I’m not surprised she accepted Heath without hesitation. Her mother would’ve been very proud.”

“You and Abigail raised her well, Sir.” Jarrod complimented with a shake of his head. “The same can’t be said for Jessica’s parents.”

“So the meeting went well between Heath and my daughter?”

“Very well. Heath was and still is in a sense very shy. But she has a special touch in getting him to be comfortable around her, despite their limited time together. I think the fact Heath was raised by three women helped the ladies in the house a great deal in their acceptance of him. Nick and myself, on the other hand, had a far more difficult time.”

“Rosa stayed with you for about a month and a half. Enough time to allow her and Heath to become more acquainted?”

“Yes…not to mention our wedding postponement. Did she tell you it was her idea, Sir?”

“No she didn’t, I assumed it was yours.”

“It was hers. I would have suggested it had she not done so first. It made me wonder why I ever doubted her in the first place.”

“You had many people that helped form the doubt, Jarrod. In a situation like this it brings out the morality of a person. You learn who is only pretending.”

“Very well put, George.” Jarrod smiled. “I was under the same roof with your daughter for that long of a time, under the pressure surrounding Heath’s arrival. Then she and my mother postponed the wedding for seven months!”

“It is enough for any man to go mad!” George laughed. Jarrod stood up and walked back to the window. He placed his hand on the glass as he continued.

“That it is, Sir, that it is.” Jarrod agreed. “I should have had more control that day. But I wanted to get away with my future bride. I had won a most difficult case and I wanted to escape all that was going on around us. A moment of passion that had far reaching consequences neither of us knew at the time.” Jarrod turned around and faced the man before him. He had called this man his superior in the war, his client, Senator and friend. He hoped he would be able to call him Father in four months.

“I am not making excuses for my behavior, Sir. If Nick came to me with this story I would have given him a lecture about his irresponsibility and selfishness. How he should have thought about the woman he was suppose to love and what this could…and did cost her. I assure you, Sir, I have been berating myself even worse since I learned of the truth.”

“I have no doubt you have Jarrod. But I want you to know that I am still very disappointed in you…in the both of you.”

“I figured you would be and I don’t blame you.” Jarrod paused. “I just hope you have no intentions of stringing me up.”

“Well I thought about it, but I figured I would have my daughter make an honest man out of you instead.” George laughed heartily.

“I can live with that.” Jarrod smiled. His smile turned into a frown. “But there is something else Sir, Rosa was fired from the clinic.”

“I know,” George confirmed. Jarrod raised his eyebrow at the man, who laughed. “Now Jarrod you don’t believe I wouldn’t find out about this! That’s why I’m surprised you and Rosalie didn’t tell me ahead of time! Maybe I could have prevented some of the backlash in ‘Frisco!”

“Rosa was afraid of how you would react.” Jarrod sighed. “I should have realized you would have figured it out. So did my mother.”

“Oh? And you’re still alive?” The Senator jested.

“She basically said what you did, that she hoped Rosa could make me into an honest man.” Jarrod laughed.

“I can only imagine what your mother did with this news, Jarrod. I had a meeting with Peter Wilson at the clinic. I don’t doubt he will be changing his mind.

“I’m intrigued.”

“I’m sure you are and maybe one day I’ll tell you but right now I think it’s time I go to the ranch and have a talk with my daughter. Maybe I can even meet Heath.” The men stood up and George slapped Jarrod’s back. “By the way how is Nick doing? I don’t even want to imagine what that confinement was like.”

“Nick is doing well, George. He appreciated your letter. The Doctor hasn’t approved of him returning to work as of yet, but he’s improving everyday. In fact he and Heath have traveled to Heath’s hometown, Strawberry. They will be bringing two ladies that helped raise Heath and have them live here in Stockton. I’m sorry you missed them.”

“I’m sorry I missed them too, maybe another time.”

* * * * * * * *

The four people sat around the wooden table in the small cabin and ate supper. They talked and laughed together as they enjoyed each other’s company. It wasn’t long before the food was eaten and the four people had full stomachs.

“Now that was delicious!” Nick praised as he patted his stomach.

“I agree,” Heath chimed in.

“I’m glad you boys enjoyed yourselves. Does that mean you’re too full for dessert?” Rachel grinned.

“Never!” The brothers said together as Rachel laughed. Rachel filled the bowls with the mixture of blackberries and sugar before passing them around the table.

“Since I couldn’t make a pie,” Rachel began as she stared accusingly at the contrite men. “I hope this will be to your liking.”

“I’m sure it’ll taste wonderful Aunt Rachel,” Heath said offering his best lop-sided grin. As the boys finished their dessert Hannah began to clear the table.

“Now Miss James,” Nick flashed his trademark smile. “You and Miss Caulfield have been very busy today with your packing and cooking this fine meal.” Nick looked at Heath who rolled his eyes. “What do you say if Heath and I take care of the dishes for you ladies?”

“What?” Heath asked shocked.

“Nicholas, that is so sweet of you boys,” Rachel praised.

“Well it’s the least we can do.” Nick replied as he looked at the older woman.

“Hannah, I think we better take these boys up on this offer as it might be the last time we get it. After all, getting Heath here to agree to take part in washing dishes never was an easy task.” Nick looked at Heath and gave a “tsk tsk” as Heath glared at him.

“I’z think we better Rachel,” Hannah smiled.

“Well come on Heath, let’s get to work.” Nick said as he gathered the dishes and walked over to the stand near the pantry. “Would you like to wash or dry?”

“Since this was your idea you can wash, Nicholas.” Heath glared as he stood and walked towards his brother.

“No problem,” Nick smiled, handing a bucket to Heath. “You want to go get me some water?”

“What do ya think you’re doin’?” Heath asked irritated.

“Payback, Little Brother, payback.” Nick grinned as he waved off the blond. “Now go get that water boy!” Heath rolled his eyes as he left the cabin.

Chapter 42

Victoria and Rosa were in the kitchen helping Silas with dinner preparations. Jarrod walked into the room. “Hello ladies,” Jarrod greeted.

“Jarrod!” Victoria said surprised. “I thought you were working late tonight?”

“There was a change of plans,” Jarrod replied. Both ladies saw the twinkle in his eyes and eyed him suspiciously. “I brought home a guest.” Jarrod answered the unspoken question. George Simon walked in with a big grin on his face. He opened his arms to his daughter.

“Papa!” Rosa flew into her father’s strong embrace. “What are you doing here? Why are you dressed like that? Why didn’t you tell me you were coming?”

“Whoa there child,” George laughed as he pulled out of the hug.

“Hello George, it’s good to see you again. It’s been too long.” Victoria extended her hand to the Senator.

“It’s good to see you as well Victoria.” George replied as he took her hand and then kissed it, “and yes it’s been far too long.” George looked at his daughter and smiled. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too Papa,” Rosa kissed his cheek. “Would you like to rest before dinner? You must be tired from your trip.”

“Actually I was hoping you would go riding with me.”

“Go ahead Rosa, Silas and I can finish dinner.” Victoria encouraged.

“If you’re sure?”

"Yes please, go and enjoy yourselves."

“All right, give me five minutes to change.” Rosa said as she walked out of the kitchen. As George and Victoria became reacquainted Jarrod followed Rosa.

“Rosa,” Jarrod called out. Rosa stopped and turned around. “He knows.”

“What?” Rosa gasped. “No!”

“Frisco is buzzing with gossip about us and your being fired only encouraged the rumors. We were fools to think we could keep this a secret.” Jarrod took her in his arms to comfort her.

“Oh Jarrod! Did it go all right between the two of you? That’s why he wants to speak to me isn’t it?”

“We had a nice talk. It will be all right, he loves you Rosa…and so do I.” Jarrod said softly as he gave her a gentle kiss on the lips. He put his finger to her lips and stopped any further discussion. “You don’t want to keep him waiting.”

* * * * * * * *

Rosa had changed into her riding clothes and was now riding Mischief. George was riding the horse Jarrod picked out for him. They were riding for some time, in silence with George’s bodyguards trailing behind on their horses. The men stayed far enough back to allow the father and daughter their privacy but close enough to assist if there was trouble.

"This looks like a good place to stop." George announced as they stopped the horses and dismounted. While the horses were resting at the watering hole, the Senator and his daughter sat on the grass under a shade tree. The bodyguards walked the perimeter, while allowing the Senator and his daughter their privacy. "I would say it’s a good bet that when Jarrod sneaked out of the kitchen it was to warn you of the reason behind my visit?" her father said with a wry smile.

“Yes he did Papa,” Rosa replied as she bowed her head in shame.

“Did he also tell you I had a visit with Peter Wilson?” The look of shock on his daughter’s face answered the Senator’s question.

“You did what?” Rosa’s green eyes flashed with fire. “Why? Because my actions could be detrimental to your career as Senator?”

“Rosalie Grace Simon!” George’s own blue eyes flashed fire. “Is that why you think I said anything?”

“It’s not like my career at the clinic mattered to you. You always tried to make me leave that place and become a wife to a man that you wanted me to marry. You got what you wanted, Papa. I no longer have a career and I’m engaged to marry a man you approve of. I’m just sorry my actions could damage your career.”

“I deserved that,” George sighed as he shook his head. “You’re right, I did prefer you put your energy into marrying instead of into your career. But I always had your best interest at heart, Rosa. I didn’t want you to become an old spinster who only had work to keep her company. A career is nice but it won’t keep you warm at night. Those nights get very lonely…I know.”

“Papa…”

“No let me finish!” George held up his hand. “I was always proud of you and your work at the clinic. I know I never told you and…for that I’m sorry. But since your mother died I know what it’s like to come home at night and to be alone. I didn’t want that for you.”

“I understand what you are saying Papa. I didn’t at first, but since I met Jarrod I realized just how lonely those nights can be.” Rosa paused and then asked hopefully. “You were really proud of me?”

“There’s no past tense about it, daughter. I’m still proud of you.”

“But I’ve disappointed you,” Rosa said gloomily.

“Yes you have,” George said simply. “But not for the reasons you think. I am disappointed in you for the same reasons I’m disappointed in Jarrod. Because neither of you had enough trust in me to tell me the truth. I had to hear about it in the gossip circles.”

“Papa, I’m a single woman and I…”

“You lost a child…my grandchild.” George placed his hand on his daughter’s. “Do you really think I would agree with societies belief that because you are not married I should send you off to a convent to remind you daily of your sins?” George sighed. “Have I been that bad of a father for you to think I’d do that to you?”

“You’re not a bad father,” Rosa assured him. Her eyes welled up with tears. “I just feel like I’ve done nothing but disappoint you. I wasn’t like Constance. I didn’t get married and have children like you wanted. I went against your wishes and focused on a career instead. Then I do what society believes is the worst sin for a woman. I just felt yet again I had disappointed you and that you would never be proud of me the way you are of Constance.”

“Oh Rosa,” George pulled his daughter into his comforting embrace. His arms held her tightly as she sobbed, her tears soaking his shirt. “I’m so sorry, I had no idea.” After she calmed down George continued to hold his daughter close. He kissed the top of her rusty color hair and patted her back. “Can you find it in your heart to forgive this old fool for the way he’s treated you?” Rosa looked up and kissed his cheek.

“Oh Papa, you’re not old.” She teased as her father tapped her nose with his finger. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too. I just wanted you to be happy, that’s all I ever wanted. Is everything all right with you and Jarrod? He said you two are working it out.”

“It’s getting better Papa, at first I shut him out and we were drifting. Victoria helped me realize what I was doing by explaining to me about her own marriage. She’s a wonderful woman.”

“That she is,” George smiled. “I’m glad she could be there for you.”

“I’ll always be grateful for her presence…but I still missed having Mama here to talk to.”

“I miss Mama too, honey!” George sighed. “We should get back. Victoria made it very clear that we were not to miss dinner.” The two of them laughed as they stood up and mounted their horses. “Rosa, Victoria invited me to stay around for the July Fourth festivities. Would that be all right with you? I hadn’t planned to stay but...”

“I’d love it if you stayed.”

“Good! I’ll wire Merrill with my change in plans. As Senator it will do me good to mingle with the residents of Stockton.”

“Papa,” Rosa couldn’t help but ask, “did everything go all right with you and Jarrod?”

“Oh of course it did, honey, why do you ask?”

“Well I didn’t see any bruises so I figured-”

“That’s because I made sure they wouldn’t be visible honey.” George teased her.

“PAPA! You didn’t?” Rosa asked fearfully. Her father’s laughter rang into the air and soon hers followed. “Oh Papa, what am I going to do with you?”

* * * * * * * *

Once Nick and Heath finished washing the supper dishes they joined the ladies around the table to visit. Nick excused himself and went to the loft. He returned a few minutes later with a checkerboard in his hands.

“Does everyone want to have a game?” Nick asked hopefully.

“Oh!” Rachel clapped her hands together. “It’s been ages since I’ve played.”

“I don’t think Hannah knows how.” Heath suggested. “We could teach her.”

“Good idea Heath,” Rachel agreed.

Heath moved his chair to be close to Hannah and explained how the game worked. Nick sat on the opposite end as he set up the game on the table. Rachel moved closer to Nick and looked over his shoulder. Heath helped Hannah move their checkers on the board. Nick received assistance from Rachel in the game. The brothers had fun playing with the ladies. The first couple games were more fun with the hopes of getting Hannah familiar with the way the game was played. The third game became more competitive between the four people. Everyone was having such a great time together they didn’t realize it was getting late.

“My Heavens! I didn’t realize the time.” Rachel frowned. “We better get to bed. We have a lot to do tomorrow.”

Everyone moaned from the interruption in the fun, but knew it was for the best. Heath walked Hannah to her cabin and made sure she locked up. Nick retired to the loft to get ready for bed while Rachel changed downstairs. Heath returned to the cabin and said his goodnight to Rachel. Nick was sitting on the side of the bed dressed in his pajama bottom when Heath entered the loft.

“That was fun tonight.” Nick said as he picked up his bottle of medicine and stared at it.

“Yeah it was.” Heath replied while he undressed. “Tomorrow will probably be our last day here before the ladies are ready to leave for Stockton.” Heath tied his pajama bottom at the waist. With his back to his brother Heath didn’t see Nick return the medicine to the nightstand without taking his nightly dosage.

“Hmm… Hmm…” Nick mumbled, his mind elsewhere.

“Ya don’t sound too enthused.” Heath said as he climbed into bed.

“Oh I am,” Nick assured. “Ya ready for the light?” When Heath nodded Nick turned off the oil lamp and climbed under the covers.

“Ya regret comin’ with me?” Heath quietly asked, thinking the revelation of the name to the mine he worked in as a child would make his brother regret taking the trip.

“No,” Nick said with conviction. “Do you regret me coming along?” The loft filled with silence longer than Nick would’ve liked. His heart sank when he began to think his brother still wished he never came. Just as he gave up, his brother replied with a single word that caused Nick's heart to soar.

“No.” Nick didn’t notice the snicker Heath held under his breath.

Chapter 43

Early in the morning Nick was lying on his back and released a big yawn. Heath had already woken up and left the small cabin. Nick smiled with satisfaction when he realized he had time to join the sunrise with his brother. He swung his feet over the side and worked quickly at getting dressed. He tucked his boots under his arm and climbed down the ladder. Rachel was still asleep so Nick quietly exited the cabin from the backdoor. He sat down on the small stoop and put on his boots. He jumped up and walked to the outhouse before strolling through the fields towards the creek.

As Nick walked through the woods and saw the creek in front of him he smiled. Heath was sitting near the creek patiently waiting for the sun to come up. Nick couldn’t contain his excitement as he walked the few steps to be near his brother. He sat and Heath turned to look at him. Heath’s face went from being startled to surprise and finally contentment in a matter of seconds. The big smile on Heath’s face matched the one on Nick’s. No words were spoken as they turned their eyes upwards and watched the new day come upon them. Once the sun had risen the brothers were unaware how long they remained sitting in silence, simply enjoying each other’s presence.

“I guess this means ya didn’t take your medicine last night?”

“Nope!”

“I should be mad at ya.”

“Are you?”

“Nope,” Heath smiled as he looked at Nick. “I missed ya brother.”

“I missed you too brother.” Nick smiled back. “Do you remember our first sunrise?”

“Ask me when I’m eighty and ya have a reason to think I lost my memory,” Heath teased.

“That’s not what I meant smart ass!” Nick sighed as he smacked Heath on the back of the head. He grew serious as he said. “I mean when you told me about Carterson.”

“Don’t think I could forget that either,” Heath shook his head. He certainly needed patience when having a conversation with his brother.

“It was the first time you ever confided in me.” Nick explained. “I was honored that day when you told me about that part of your life. Since then we’ve shared a lot of secrets.”

“Except one,” Heath grinned. “Like what I mumble when I’m fevered.”

“I think it was ‘Ah, Lupe, qué senos grandes que usted tiene!’ (Oh, Lupe, what big breasts you have!)” Nick held his hands in front of him with the palm upwards, to describe the female anatomy. He chuckled. “Or something along those lines!”

“I knew I’d regret it,” Heath mumbled as his face turned crimson. His face turned a darker shade at the loud laughter coming from his brother. Once his laughter was contained, Nick continued expressing his thoughts.

“You, me and Jarrod have shared a lot. Late nights in one of our rooms or the library with a scotch in hand, we’ve learned a lot about each other.”

“Yeah we have,” Heath agreed with a nod of his head.

“So what have I done to change that?” Nick’s voice was unusually quiet.

“What?” Heath looked at him in shock.

“What did I do to make you no longer confide in me?” Nick re-phrased the question.

“Nothin’, Nick, how could ya think that?” Heath asked still dumbfounded at his brother’s thinking.

“Then why haven’t you talked to me about what you’re thinking? I must have done something.” Nick asked and when Heath shook his head in confusion he continued. “You’ve been thinking about leaving the ranch, haven’t you?”

“Yeah I have…” Heath sighed. “It’s not what ya think Nick.”

“Then tell me!” Nick insisted.

“Nick, y’all grew up with each other and learned since you were babies what it was like to have siblings. It’s too hard.” Heath sighed loudly. “I can’t explain it so ya can understand.”

“You’re right, I can’t understand what you’re going through. But you’re having such a hard time with this because you’re trying to do it all alone. Heath, how many times do I have to say it you aren’t alone anymore let us help you with this.”

“What can ya do?” Heath looked at Nick. The pain on his brother’s face caused Nick’s large heart to break. “This is ‘bout me.” Heath tapped his chest, “and how I feel in here.” Nick looked out towards the creek and his mind went back to the dark days after his father’s unexpected death and the turbulent years that followed.

“When father died,” Nick began. “After the funeral, and the well-wishers left. The time when the front door closes on the final visitor and all that’s left is the family. We looked at each other and wondered how we’d make it to the next day and the next. Mother wasn’t handling the fact of spending her days and nights without her husband. Audra was only fourteen and was dealing with being a teenager on top of losing her father. Jarrod and I tried to keep it altogether not only with the family but also with business.” Nick paused as he tried to handle the memories he was reliving.

“I remember walking outside and becoming boss to a thirty-men crew. It was one thing when I was the boss’s kid. They could joke and laugh with me. Hell some of the men even called me friend. But the day I walked out as boss everything changed. Most of these men, were older than me, and had been there most of my life. And they were angry that a twenty-one year old spoiled brat who had the entire world handed to him on a silver platter was to give them orders. Most of those men thought they could do the job better than I ever could but since the boss was my father, the job fell to me.”

“What happened?” Heath asked intrigued with the tale being told.

“First thing was that Duke took me under his wing. If it wasn’t for him I don’t think I could have done it. I had to prove myself to those men and it wasn’t easy. The ranch hands weren’t the only ones I had to prove myself too. The ranchers in town were certain I’d run the ranch into the ground. They all had these bets going around that within a few years I’d have bankrupt the place. Because of that fear we lost five contracts the first three months after father died.”

“How could they think that?” Heath’s blue eyes flashed with fire. “You were destined for this?”

“They didn’t think I had what it took to fill father’s shoes. Truth-be-told I didn’t think I did either. I had to become tough, prove myself to them and to me.” Nick paused. “Sometimes I would have these nightmares that I had failed and the ranch did go bankrupt. Everyone would circle around me saying ‘I told you so’ as father and the rest of the family looked at me in disappointment.”

“Oh Nick,” Heath said sympathetically. “I never realized.”

“My love of ranching died with father. Everything I loved became an obligation. I became determined not to fail. I wanted to prove to everyone that I was more than meets the eye. That I was just as smart as Jarrod and just as powerful as father.” Nick paused and for the first time since he started the story he looked at Heath.

“You know what made me get through it?” Nick asked. Heath shook his head. “The family! Duke became the father figure I desperately needed. Hattie fattened me up with her applesauce cake. Mother knew when I needed to be reassured that father would be proud of me. Jarrod gave me those smooth lawyer talks he’s good at. And Audra hit me with pillows.” The brothers laughed at the idea of a tiny teenaged Audra beating up her big brother.

“I think if it wasn’t for them I would have failed. They knew the real me. I didn’t have to pretend I was somebody I wasn’t with them. They knew not to believe the perception the town had of me. They let me know that no matter what they were behind me and they supported me. No matter what anyone in town or the ranch hands said or did the family was there with me every step of the way.”

“Ever since you showed up, you gave me back what I lost when father died. The ranch isn’t an obligation for me anymore.” Nick paused, “I’m not saying it’ll be easy for you. But in time it will get easier. Maybe not tomorrow or next week, hell probably not even next month. But it will get easier. I promise you it will. As long as you let us stand beside you.”

“I feel like I’ve let ya down.” Heath shook his head.

“Let me down?” Now it was Nick’s turn to be shocked at his brother’s thinking. “Boy, rob a stagecoach then you’ll be letting me down! How could you think you’ve let me down? You took over the drive when I was shot not to mention taking care of the ranch by yourself when I was laid up!”

“You were shot cause of me,” Heath said.

“I was shot because of Barrett. Heath if you didn’t fight him I’d have punched you for letting him get away with what he said. He pulled the trigger! He is the one that shot me! He is the one at fault! Not YOU!” Nick vowed as hazel eyes stared into blue eyes. “Do you understand?”

“Yeah, I understand.” Heath smiled. “What about the mine?”

“What about it?”

“Ya ain’t feelin’ guilty about it are ya?”

“Oh you mean the fact you slaved your days in a mine named after me? You mean when you hear my name it makes you think about that mine?” Nick said bitterly.

“I don’t think of the mine when I hear your name,” Heath growled. “If it ain’t my fault you were shot it ain’t your fault cause of the name of that mine.”

“That sounds like the kind of logic Jarrod would’ve come up with.” Nick said resignedly.

“Actually it was Aunt Rachel,” Heath chuckled. “She really likes her Nicholas.”

“Uh Heath, do you think you could talk to her about how it’s NICK?”

“No,” Heath vigorously shook his head as the brothers stood up. “You can be the one to tell her.” The brothers began to walk back to the cabin. “Rob a stagecoach? What kind of logic is that?”

“It proved my point didn’t it?” Nick laughed.

“In a weird Nicholas sort of way I guess it did.” Heath teased with a lop-sided grin. The grin turned into a hearty laugh when his brother’s bellow disturbed the peaceful morning.

“DON’T CALL ME NICHOLAS!”

Chapter 44

That afternoon Rachel and Hannah finished the packing. Nick and Heath were sitting in the backyard of the cabin. The brothers had returned from fishing and their catch was now proudly displayed on a cutting board. They worked on cleaning the fish for supper.

“So tell me about the swing.” Nick encouraged.

“Well it’s two long pieces of rope and a square piece of wood attached to a tree branch. Funny thing how it works cause when ya sit on it ya swing back an’ forth.” Heath teased.

“Boy, one day that mouth is gonna get you in trouble.” Nick rolled his eyes at the laughing blond.

“Well what else did ya wanna know?” Heath innocently asked, knowing completely well what he was doing to his brother.

“Getting information out of you is like pulling teeth.” Nick sighed. Heath hid his smile from his brother. He sure did love getting him riled. Nick threw his hands up in the air in frustration when Heath didn’t offer anything further. “There has got to be some story behind that swing. What is it?”

“Hmm… can’t think of anything.” Heath replied trying not to laugh. Satisfied he had teased his big brother enough Heath relented to his request. “There are some memories of me and that swing.”

“Really?” Nick asked hopefully. Heath smiled and nodded his head. He began to tell one of the stories.

“I was about eight years old…”

* * * * * * * *

**June 1857**

Charlie Sawyer pounded the final nail in the shiny piece of wood that was placed between the two pieces of rope. The small boy was anxiously standing nearby waiting for the project to be finished. The barefooted blond was wearing an old pair of overalls that barely went passed his knees and a tattered tan shirt. His blond hair was blowing in the wind. His blue eyes danced with anticipation.

“Well there ya go, Kid!” Charlie proudly announced. He rubbed the lower part of his back as he stood up straight. He pointed to his creation. “The best swing ya could ask for.”

“Boy Howdy Uncle Charlie,” Heath’s hug surprised the older man. “My very own swing. Thank ya.”

“Anythin’ for ya, Kid.” Charlie said as he ruffled the boy’s hair.

“Can I try it out?” Heath asked. The boy was so full of excitement that it caused the older man to laugh.

“Why ya better! That’s what I spent all afternoon buildin’ it fer.“

“Heath?” Leah opened the backdoor and walked towards her son, who ran straight into her arms welcoming her home from work.

“Mama!” Heath tried to pull away from the assaulting kisses. “Look at what Uncle Charlie made me. My very own swing.”

“It’s nice Heath.” Leah smiled as she ran her hand through her son’s hair. The little boy didn’t see the angry stare she gave to Charlie, but he did.

“Every kid should have a swing.” Charlie explained with a shrug.

* * * * * * * *

Rachel had retrieved the cleaned fish and re-entered the cabin so she could cook supper. The brothers were now sitting on the grass under the shade tree.

“Who’s Uncle Charlie?” Nick asked, curious of this stranger.

“His name was Charlie Sawyer. He was sweet on Mama. Most men didn’t want anything to do with her…cause of me.” Heath replied. “But Uncle Charlie was different. He was real good to us. But I don’t think Mama liked him very much.

“Why do you say that?”

“She was cordial around him but she wasn’t the same around him like she was with Aunt Rachel and Hannah. Ya know what I mean?”

“Yeah I do.” Nick said. “What ever happened to Charlie Sawyer?”

“He moved on after I left for the war. Guess he figured since Mama wasn’t interested and I was no longer ‘round that he’d move on. I dunno know what happened, I never heard from ‘im again.”

“How did your mother feel about the swing since it came from Charlie?”

“She didn’t mind. She just wouldn’t tell Uncle Charlie.” Heath chuckled. “I’d scare her by jumpin’ out of it.”

* * * * * * * *

“I wanna go higher, Mama.” Heath pleaded. His tiny legs pushed back and forth as he tried to make the swing meet up with the sky.

“Heath, yer goin’ high enough. Now don’t let go.” Leah said. As her son went up and then came back down towards her she would give him a push.

“Aw Mama, I won’t fall out.” Heath rolled his eyes. “I wanna fly like the birds.”

“Sweetheart, yer a little boy not a bird. Ya don’t have the wings to fly.”

“But I’m flyin’ now, Mama. Watch me.” The swing went up into the air and met with the sky. The fearless little boy pushed himself out of the swing and went flying. He landed with a smack on the ground.

“HEATH!” Leah ran towards her son and pulled him up. Her fingers inspected him for injuries. The little boy ignored his mother’s concerns, too excited about his flight.

“Did ya see that? I flew! Just like the birds!” Heath exclaimed excitedly.

“Heath Morgan Thomson if ya ever do anythin’ like that again I’ll tan yer hide so hard ya won’t sit down for a week!”

“Aw Mama.” Heath frowned as he scuffed the dirt. He looked up at her with a lop-sided grin. “That was fun.” He flinched at the scowl on his mother’s face realizing those were not the right words to say at the moment.

“Heath!” Leah warned him. She stood before him with her hands on her hips.

“Awright.” Heath grumbled.

* * * * * * * *

“Did you do it again?” Nick asked.

"Yeah," Heath replied, and both brothers roared with laughter, but Heath stopped abruptly, when the memory of his mother's death came flooding back to him.

"Heath," Nick placed his hand on his brother’s shoulder and squeezed. "It’s all right to laugh. Your mother would want you to remember the good times. If you didn’t, you’d forget her." Nick's hazel eyes met Heath's blue. The pain of losing a parent was understood and shared by both siblings.

"It’s gettin’ late. I’m gonna go check on the horses before supper." Heath mumbled, as he stood, then walked away. Nick sighed and stared at the swing, then slowly walked toward it, and sat. When he realized it was still as strong as ever, he smiled as his long legs pushed back and forth on the dirt. He laughed, envisioning what it’d be like if he and Heath had grew up together.

* * * * * * * *

Heath walked into the livery and towards the horses. He picked up a curry brush and rubbed them down. The large draft horses weren’t use to the attention and found they enjoyed the chance to be spoiled.

Matt Simmons snarled to himself when he saw Heath walk into the livery stable. His feelings of weakness overpowering him from the memories that assaulted his mind. His need to feel like a man had been renewed by the unexpected arrival of the bastard’s brother. Simmons walked into the livery, his need to elicit fear and take away his own weakness was getting stronger with each step toward Heath. The urge to kill filled Matt's entire being. Heath turned around and saw his uncle standing in the doorway. Heath attempted to shake away the memories that swirled in his head.

* * * * * * * *

The slap of the large hand brought fire to his small face. The little body couldn’t take the harsh blow and he fell to the floor with his head smacking the wall. Blood trickled down his cut lip from the slap. Tears welled in the little boy’s eyes, with a combination of fear and pain.

“Ya no good bastard!” Matt growled. “It’s time I taught ya ‘nother lesson.” Matt grabbed the boy’s small arm and dragged him.

“No Matt, please don’t!” Leah cried out as she followed behind. “Please he’s my son!”

“Maybe ya shoulda taught the bastard how to behave, ya whore!” Martha snarled as she pulled on Leah’s arm. Leah shrugged out of the hold and continued to follow her brother. Matt opened the basement door, slammed it shut behind him and locked it. Leah frantically pounded on the door but her cries were ignored.

“Matt! Ya can take me instead! Just please don’t hurt him!” Leah pounded on the door and slid to the floor in tears as her heart shattered at the thought of her son’s torment.

Matt ignored his half-sister’s pleas and dragged the boy down the stairs. He shoved the boy against the crates and pulled off his belt. "Pull your pants down boy!" The child was frozen in fear. The drunk lost his patience and backhanded him across the face. "Do I need to do it for ya, ya stupid kid!"

Heath shakily undid the buttons on his overalls and they fell to the floor around his ankles. Simmons put his hand on his nephew’s shoulder and roughly turned him around making him lean over the crates. Heath tightly closed his eyes as tears fell down his cheeks. He couldn’t stop the cries that escaped his lips. He held a white knuckled grip on the sides of the wooden crate, his only means of remaining on his unsteady legs. His backside and thighs were on fire and he could feel the blood trickle down his legs from the severe beating that cut through his flesh.

* * * * * * * *

Heath was forced out of his reverie with a harsh slap across his face. He shook his head forcing himself to not let this man get to him like so many times before.

"Speak to me boy!" Simmons yelled, becoming angrier by the minute at being ignored. His feeling of weakness finally left him. Matt now stood confidently in front of his one time victim, relishing in the renewed power he felt. "Ya think bringin’ that so-called brother with you that ya'd feel protected?"

“We’ll be leavin’ tomorrow mornin’ and won’t be comin’ back. Ya won’t have to ever see me again.” Heath promised.

“So ya think yer a high and mighty rich Barkley now. So tell me boy, if they had to choose between ya and yer brother who do ya think they’d choose? Sure as hell not a no good bastard as ya self.”

“Go to hell,” Heath hissed as his right fist connected with the drunken man’s jaw.

Heath watched the man sway from the blow and shake his head of the cobwebs. Heath didn’t give him a chance to recover and he delivered another punch this time to the abdomen. The alcohol giving Simmons a leverage he returned with a harsh punch to Heath’s abdomen. As the smaller man doubled over Simmons took the opening and placed his hands around Heath’s neck and began to squeeze the life out of him.

Heath’s hands encircled Simmons' arms and tried to pry away them away. When the attempt failed, he brought his hands up to his uncle’s face and tried to push him off. Simmons fingers tightened around the younger man’s neck. Heath’s eyes fluttered as the air was cut off and he was fighting consciousness. He kicked the boot beside his own in attempt to distract his attacker. Heath's eyes were rolling to the back and he was in desperate need of air. A gush of air returned to his lungs when the man before him was pulled off. He collapsed to the ground like a sack of potatoes, gasping for the air he desperately needed.

Simmons felt himself being forcefully turned around, his grip on Heath lost. He didn’t have time to react to the black gloved fist that connected with his jaw sending him down to the ground. He looked upwards and saw the deadliest black eyes. Eyes that were so much like his stepfather.

“One a these days boy yer learn when I tell ya to do somethin’ I mean it!”

The vision of his stepfather disappeared and in his place was the bastard’s brother. The words spoken to him in a low menacing voice offered a promise that struck fear through his entire being and he knew he was about to die.

"I promised my brother I wouldn’t lay a hand on you. But you just got me out of that promise... " Nick's voice was low and lethal, "Now I’m going to kill you."

Chapter 45

Nick took his eyes off Simmons for only a second when he glanced over to his brother. Heath was on his knees and was finding it difficult to breathe. Heath quickly removed the kerchief around his neck and loosened his shirt. His breathing came in frantic gasps with coughs in between.

“Heath?” Nick asked. “Heath, are you all right?” There was no response. “Answer me damn it!”

Heath couldn’t speak, but the urgency in Nick’s voice had him nodding his head. Nick sighed with relief. Simmons leered at the man who displayed concern for his nephew. The distraction didn’t last long, but it was enough for Simmons to attack. Nick turned his eyes back on Matt and was momentarily stunned when the older man barreled into his chest. Nick let out a grunt as the two men toppled backwards into a stall. Nick grabbed Matt's shirt and pulled him off, delivering a right cross that sent him to where Heath was still trying to catch his breath. Heath gave Simmons a strong shove to push him back into his brother's waiting fists.

Heath watched his brother beat his abusive uncle with vengeful satisfaction until he heard his mother's voice pleading for mercy, as she often did when Matt took her precious child and hurt him, only this time she was pleading mercy for her brother. Heath pushed himself up from the ground and went over to his brother. Nick’s fist pulled back to deliver another blow when he felt pressure holding him back.

“Nick…stop…” Heath gasped as he held Nick’s fist in the palm of his hand.

“Let go, Heath!” Nick hissed.

“No…Nick…ya promised…”

"That promise was broken the minute he touched you!"

“Not…that…promise…” Heath coughed and forced his strained voice to continue. “The other…when ya…said…ya’d do anything…for me…”

Nick stared at Heath. “I’ll do anything for you Heath,” Nick promised.

He knew he couldn’t break a promise to Heath but the idea of letting the man who abused his little brother escape penitence ‘Nick Barkley style’ caused his blood to boil. He was stuck between a rock and a hard place, but it didn’t take long for him to realize what was more important to him. For Nick a promise between brothers was sacred and never to be broken. He had no choice but to surrender although he refused to be happy about it.

“Damn it Heath!” Nick growled as he stared his brother down. Heath stared back without flinching.

Nick stared at Simmons crumpled body then looked back at Heath. Heath sighed as he removed his hand from Nick's fist. He knew his brother was furious, but he hoped he would eventually understand.

Nick glared at Simmons as he pulled him up by the shirt collar, so they were nose to nose. "If you ever lay a hand on my brother ever again, you best understand this, your ass will be mine." Nick shoved the older man back against the wall watching him slither down onto the dirt floor.

Heath stared at the man who instilled fear into him before he could even walk. It didn’t surprise him that his big brother would be the one to stand up to a man nobody had ever dared to come up against. The man who brought fear in most men now laid in a pile of hay on the floor of the Strawberry livery. He was a mass of cuts, bruises and broken bones and barely conscious. As Heath looked at this man who made it his primary mission to hurt him and his Mama he felt a change come over him. It was as if that little boy inside himself finally became free of the demon that held him captive for twenty-one years.

Nick stood up and despite his anger he reached out a hand to Heath. Heath turned his gaze from his uncle and looked at the large black gloved hand that was outstretched towards him. His eyes moved upwards, to the hazel eyes that were staring at him with compassion. His blue eyes scanned the tanned features of his brother, who would no doubt have a black eye and a swollen jaw accompanying his other cuts tomorrow.

A lop-sided smile tugged at his mouth as he placed his callused smaller hand into the larger one. His body was weak from the lack of air that entered his lungs and his legs became unsteady when he stood. Nick’s hand immediately went around his waist to make sure he didn’t fall. The smile never left Heath, and he was confident his big brother wouldn’t let him fall.

Nick’s adrenaline rush and anger prevented him from feeling his own pain, for that would come later. He kept his arm gently around his brother’s waist and they slowly made their way to the cabin. He hoped the ladies wouldn’t be too upset, for if they were anything like his mother, Nick knew their fighting wouldn’t be tolerated. He didn’t realize he was holding his breath as he and Heath made it to the porch of the small cabin. He slowly opened the door and as the two women saw their appearances they immediately jumped into action. No questions were asked, as they already knew what had been the cause.

"HEATH! NICHOLAS!" Rachel cried as she and Hannah ran towards them. The ladies worked at heating water and gathering bandages. Nick walked Heath over towards the bed on the first floor and was about to help Heath sit when his brother protested.

“Upstairs…Nick…”

“Heath be logical,” Nick growled in irritation.

“Upstairs…” Heath insisted in defiance.

“Blast it!” Nick picked up Heath yet again holding him around the waist and sighed. “Come on.”

Nick had Heath climb the ladder first and after reaching the loft Nick helped him to the bed. Nick turned the chair around and sat in front of Heath as he helped remove his shirt. Heath didn’t need assistance, but he wasn’t about to deny his brother the chance to help. Rachel and Hannah climbed the loft carrying supplies. Hannah immediately sat on the bed to begin caring for Heath.

“Nicholas, Hannah will take care of everything here. I want you downstairs in five minutes so I can look you over.”

“I think I should-“

“Downstairs, Nicholas, NOW!” Rachel wouldn’t hear anymore and quickly left the loft. Nick watched her disappear down the ladder and realized he was in serious trouble.

“Nick…if I was you…I’d be down…in four.” Heath’s eyes offered his sympathies, with a twisted smile.

“Go on Nick,” Hannah assured, waving him off. “I’z take care of everythin’ here.” Hannah turned back towards Heath and continued her nursing.

Nick nodded his head and climbed down the loft. His spurs announced his appearance when his feet touched the floor. He saw Rachel at the fireplace mixing something in the pot over the fire.

“Nicholas sit at the table, remove your shirt and take off your gloves.” Rachel ordered without turning around.

Nick didn’t say a word as he did what he was told. As he pulled off his gloves he saw his hands were a mass of bruises. He flexed his fingers, flinching at the pain. Rachel used a spoon to pour the contents she was stirring into a bowl. She moved her chair closer towards Nick and sat. The basin on the table was filled with hot water and Rachel proceeded to clean the cuts on Nick’s face and hands as well as inspect his abdomen that was beginning to show bruising. She would then apply the medicine to his injuries.

“Should we expect a visit by the Sheriff in Pikeston to arrest you for murder?”

"No Ma’am." Nick replied sheepishly, as Rachel busied herself cleaning the cuts on his face.

"Well that’s a relief." Rachel sighed as she continued to nurse his cuts. "I can probably guess what you’re thinking. You are probably wondering why we allowed Matt Simmons to hurt Heath as a child, let him run off to fight a war when he was just a child only to become a prisoner and then wander through the countryside as he ran away from his life. When right there in front of him was a family, security and all the money a man could desire."

“I wasn’t-“

“Don’t,” Rachel interrupted. “I like you and I would hate to be disappointed in you for lying to me, Nicholas. It is not your style. Don’t compromise yourself or the relationship we have begun to form over a lie, even one to spare my feelings.”

“Yes Ma’am. You’re right it’s not my style.” Nick replied. “It’s also not any of my business.”

“It’s not?” Rachel’s voice rose in surprise. “Heath is your brother.”

“That’s not what I meant,” Nick sighed and automatically shook his head in frustration. Rachel put her hands on his head to make him stop moving. “Jarrod is the brother who’s the talker in the family Miss Caulfield.”

“The lawyer?”

“That’s him,” Nick smiled. “He would be a more fair sparring partner for you. I’ve never been great with words myself. I’ve been known to say the wrong thing at the wrong time and hurt those I love in the process. Stick around me long enough and I’ll do it to you too.”

“I can see that,” Rachel grinned as she thought about the man before her. She had only gotten to know him for a few days but she prided herself in her perception of people, and she felt she knew him. “But you have a good heart Nicholas so if you were to hurt someone it wouldn’t be done intentionally. Those who love you know that.” Rachel assured. “All right, I’ll let you off the hook.”

“Thank you,” Nick chuckled. Rachel laughed at his ability to laugh at himself.

“Nicholas, do you realize that women have no rights in our country?”

“I know you can’t vote.”

“I mean that the husband owns everything upon marriage, the wife gets nothing. That includes the land, money and children. A man can take away everything from his wife and leave her penniless, homeless, childless and very alone. And it would be legal to do so. Were you aware of that Nicholas?”

“No Ma’am, I mean I never really thought about it.”

“It’s true,” Rachel assured. “I was married once, my husband did that to me.”

“He did what?” Nick growled at the injustice. Rachel placed her hands on his face again to hold him still and spoke. "Nicholas, it was along time ago so there’s no need to get upset. I’m trying to tell you a story, please let me finish." Rachel smirked. "And if you move your head again this medicine might accidentally end up in your eye and make you go blind." Rachel teased with a smile. "Yes I was married." Rachel resumed her story. "And my husband left me penniless and homeless. Not childless, although that is the reason he left me, because I couldn’t give him a sire. Anyway, that is what happened to me as a married woman. Can you imagine then how it would be for a single woman who was poor and the father of her child was very rich, very powerful…and very married?"

“Leah?” Nick gasped. “But father wouldn’t have taken Heath away from her. He would’ve moved all of you to Stockton. Father and Leah would have shared Heath between both families.“

“Shared Heath?” Rachel smiled at the child-like innocence that came with the suggestion. “It might have worked,” Rachel would give him that much. “But do you realize the fear that would have surrounded such a delicate situation and the overwhelming fear over losing your child?” Rachel paused but continued before Nick could respond. “There is also the matter of pride. Pride of realizing the man was married and had a family of his own. How it would feel to approach that man and his family letting them know of this child. A poor woman, Nicholas, knocking on the door of a rich man and telling him she was carrying his child and having no idea how he would take the news. Everyone’s lives would have been completely turned upside down and huge risks would have been taken with no idea on how it would all end. Do you understand?”

“Yes, I think I’m beginning to.”

“Good!” Rachel sighed. “It doesn’t make it any easier though. People can be very selfish when there is the matter of love, fear and pride involved. You wonder what is best for the child and what is best for you. For Heath, it would have been best if we told his father…your father. He would have had everything and wouldn’t have had to fight for all he has. He wouldn’t have such a hard time dealing with family and people like he does now. He wouldn’t have been hurt the way he was by his uncle or at Carterson. If I had it all to do over I would have encouraged Leah to contact Thomas. But we were all afraid. Afraid of what we would be losing. If we lost Heath our lives would have been for nothing. We never meant to hurt Heath, we just loved him too much to lose him.” Rachel paused. She stopped her ministrations and a small tear fell down her cheek. “In the end we all lost.”

"It could have been worse," Nick assured her. "Ever since I met Heath I have always wondered about him. How a person can endure what he did in his short life but still remain one of the kindest and most compassionate people I know. I believe that’s because of the three ladies in his life. The ones who made certain he had honor, integrity and discipline. Too many bad people blame their situations on their childhood. You ladies proved that with good discipline and lots of love, you can perform miracles."

Rachel looked at this man before her and smiled. Unbeknownst to him, he was able to heal her guilt-ridden heart and bring her peace. She gently placed the palm of her right hand on his right cheek and smiled. “Thank you, Nicholas.”

“No, thank you. Thank you for taking care of my brother when I couldn’t.”

“And you say you aren’t very good with words. I do believe you were lying to me Nicholas!”

“No honestly Ma’am I wasn’t.” Nick shook his head vigorously. Rachel watched him and smiled.

“Your mother seems to be a very fine woman. She appears to have done right by raising you.”

“I didn’t make it easy on her.” Nick chuckled. “I was a bit of a difficult child.”

“No!” Rachel gasped with a sparkle in her eye.

“Some of the stunts I pulled Ma’am are legendary in Stockton.” Nick laughed. “I think I am responsible for most of her gray hair.”

“I think I can sympathize with how Mrs. Barkley must feel,” Rachel sighed in sympathy.

“Well I was a bit wild, Ma’am.” Nick laughed about his ability to make things difficult on his parents.

“I’m sure you were Nicholas but that’s not what I was discussing.” Rachel said. She smiled at the look of confusion that came across Nick’s face. “I mean about how your mother must feel when Heath calls her ‘Ma’am’ or ‘Mrs. Barkley’ all the time. I gather she isn’t happy with it?”

“Oh that’s putting it mildly Ma’am she hates it,” Nick chuckled.

“I’m sure she does because I feel the same way.” Rachel shook her head. “Nicholas every time you call me Ma’am or Miss Caulfield I feel like I am standing in front of a classroom of children.” Rachel smiled as she placed her hand on top of his. “I’ve retired from teaching a long time ago so I would appreciate it if you never call me Ma’am or Miss Caulfield again.”

“Then what should I call you?” Nick asked perplexed. There was silence between them for some time. Finally Rachel decided she would test him.

“I pride myself on being able to correctly read a person Nicholas.” Rachel paused as she stood from the chair. She placed a comforting hand on Nick’s shoulder as she walked behind him. She leaned over to whisper in his ear. “My perception of you says you’re a very smart man. I am confident you will figure it out.”

Rachel stood and entered the loft to check on her nephew. Nick sat alone at the table contemplating Rachel Caulfield’s words. A smile came across his face and he shook his head as he softly spoke aloud. “Is she saying what I think she’s saying?”

Chapter 46

Nick and Heath worked in silence as they prepared the covered wagon for their trip back to Stockton. The back of the wagon was filled with the items Rachel and Hannah wanted to take with them. The unwanted items would remain in their now deserted cabins. Before everyone was ready to leave for the trip, Heath took a walk to the local cemetery.

Jarrod had completed the paperwork to have Leah’s body exhumed and taken to Stockton where she would be buried in the local cemetery that was near the church. The move wouldn’t take place for at least another two weeks. Heath removed his hat and kneeled on one knee in front of his mother’s grave. The wooden cross was made of two pieces of wood Heath had found in the livery. The whiskey stain caused by his uncle could still be seen.

Nick stood protectively at the edge of the cemetery. He made sure his brother had his privacy but also remained unharmed. He suspected Matt and Martha Simmons were in Pikeston receiving medical attention but the over-protective big brother didn’t want to take any chances of anyone else bothering Heath. After a short time in silent prayer, Heath joined his brother at the gates and they returned to the cabin. Rachel and Hannah were waiting near the wagon. The brothers assisted the ladies into the back of the wagon, where they snuggled down on a mattress and leaned up against the side.

Nick and Heath jumped up onto the wagon seat. Nick took the reins and the brothers began their journey home. As the wagon made its way down the main street the four passengers thought about what lay ahead of them.

Despite the confrontation with Simmons the trip, in Nick’s mind, was a success. He learned much about his brother and felt they had grown closer. The revelation about the mine was a shock but he wouldn’t have changed any of it, had it meant not learning more about Heath. Nick smiled as he thought about the ladies in the back of the wagon. He couldn’t wait for the rest of the family to meet these two very special women.

Heath’s own mind was filled with thoughts that ranged from knowing he would never have to return to this old deserted mining town again and that was a relief. But at the same time he thought about what lay ahead. A part of him was anxious about returning to the ranch. He had to admit that he missed the rest of the family. Jarrod was always there to lend an ear and join him in a drink around the fire, and he missed those private moments with his oldest brother. He also missed his playful little sister Audra. He wondered about her trips to the orphanage and couldn’t wait until he could join her again. Although Rosa had not yet married Jarrod, Heath began to form a relationship with his future sister-in-law. Rosa quickly took on the role of big sister and Heath smiled in the realization that he liked having a big sister as much as he liked having big brothers. Then there was Mrs. Barkley. He missed her most of all. There was something about her that he couldn’t put into words. He wondered if she missed him. He sighed as he began to wonder if these feelings he had for this woman he desperately wanted to call mother mattered. Would she want him to call her mother? Nick and Audra said she did but did she really? And most importantly, would Leah really understand?

The brothers weren’t the only ones deep in thought. Rachel Caulfield and Hannah James sat in the back of the covered wagon busy with their own thoughts. The women held hands as if it was a way to transfer strength to each other. These women had lived in Strawberry for too many years to now uproot themselves to a new home. They wanted to be closer to their beloved nephew and they knew that he needed his father’s family. They had agreed to this move hoping that finally the young man who wandered the world looking for a home would realize he could end his search and set down roots. But despite those feelings they were nervous about the new town and the new life that awaited them. They wondered if they would fit in, if finally they would not be outcasts and if their life would be different.

The covered wagon carrying the four passengers left Strawberry by first light and rode across the plains. By late morning the hot summer heat beat down on the passengers unmercifully. Because this was desert territory there were two large barrels of water on the sides of the wagon as well as two canteens, one with the ladies and one with the men. By early evening the sun backed off its full rays as evening was just around the corner. With a shaded area not too far off in the distance Nick turned the reins to the left. The wagon went off the beaten path to the area that would become their campsite for the night. When the wagon came to a stop the brothers jumped down and went to the back of the wagon. They attended to the horses while the ladies began to make supper.

“Ya’ve been quiet, Nick, everything awright?” Heath asked.

“Just been thinking is all.”

"Don’t hurt yourself," Heath's smile grew when his brother gave him a cuff on the back of his head and cussed.

"Smart ass!" Nick made sure his voice was low enough so the ladies wouldn't hear.

"I want to talk about last night."

“Well, well, well!” Nick mocked him. “I should write this down in a remembrance book as the day you strung more than five words together!”

Heath shook his head then continued to help Nick remove the harnesses from the horses and rub them down with water before brushing them.

“I wanna explain about why I made ya stop beatin’ up my uncle.”

“No need,” Nick brushed him off.

“Yeah there is,” Heath insisted as he kept on brushing the horse. “I knew you’d kill him if I didn’t.”

“Would that have been so bad?” Nick’s asked sarcastically.

“For one, ya ain’t no killer,” Heath growled as his blue eyes bore into his brother, “and second, cuz I wouldn’t want ya up on a murder charge.”

“Haven’t you heard we got the best lawyer in California as our brother! He woulda got me off,” Nick smirked. When Heath didn’t respond with a retort Nick shook his head and groaned. “You’re right, there I said it! You happy!”

“This ain’t about me bein’ right,” Heath snarled.

“Look, Heath, I get it! But do you think that makes it any easier. He beat you as a kid. He shoulda been there for you and been the role model you deserved. But no! He had to…” Nick stopped brushing the horse in irritation. He pulled the feed bag over the animal’s nose.

“Nick, it’s over.” Heath said as he moved to stand beside his brother. “I’ll never see him ever again.”

“Thank God!”

“Yeah…or we really would need to put Jarrod’s skills to the test.” Heath chuckled and soon Nick did as well.

“Uh Heath…” Nick asked as he put his hand on Heath’s shoulder to stop him from returning to camp. “After your Aunt Rachel had me leave you in Hannah’s care we had a talk downstairs.”

“Oh yeah how’d that go?” Heath smirked.

“We had a nice…talk…but it was what she said before she checked on you.”

“What’d she say?”

“Well she told me that she never wanted me to call her Ma’am or Miss Caulfield again.”

“Oh?” Heath smirked now realizing why his brother and Aunt appeared to be acting different around each other this morning. Heath was hoping Nick and Rachel would get along and he was warmed to see they had, and better than he could have imagined. Aunt Rachel was testing his brother and Heath knew it. Heath coughed in an effort to hide his chuckle when he thought about where he got his mischievous streak. “So what are ya suppose to call her Nick?”

“Well that’s the thing. Heath I think she wants me to--“

“Heath? Nicholas?” Rachel came over to where the men were standing. “You should have those horses cared for by now. What is taking you so long supper is ready and if you don’t come it will burn.”

“We’re comin’ Aunt Rachel,” Heath replied as he and Nick started walking.

“Is everything all right?” Rachel asked as she stopped them from walking. She looked from one brother to the other realizing she had interrupted what appeared to be an important conversation.

“Oh yeah, everything’s fine.” Heath answered.

“Nicholas?” Rachel raised her eyebrow at the young man in question.

"Yes, everything’s fine." Nick assured her as they walked into camp. Rachel stood in her spot for a while after the brothers’ left. A big smile formed on her face and only Heath saw the look when he turned around, his own face forming in a smile.

* * * * * * * *

Jarrod turned the corner and stood at the doorway of the dining room. He stopped in his tracks when he saw his mother. She was holding onto a piece of paper in her hands and deep in thought. He had a very good idea what she held in her hands and where her thoughts were. Jarrod walked to his mother and gave her a kiss on the cheek.

“Happy July Fourth Lovely Lady,” Jarrod smiled and then took his seat at the opposite end of the table.

“Oh Happy July Fourth Jarrod,” Victoria said. “I can’t wait until your brothers get home. This house has been so quiet without them. It’s almost like how it was when your father…” Victoria paused not wanting to think of those days.

“Yes I remember,” Jarrod frowned. He too was remembering those dark days.

“I think Rachel and Hannah will love Stockton and the house is so beautiful.” Victoria rambled away but stopped and looked at Jarrod. He smiled his reassuring smile. “I can’t fool you, can I?”

“Only as well as I can fool you, Lovely Lady,” Jarrod nodded.

“I wonder if he missed me,” Victoria sighed.

“Oh I’m sure Nick missed you scolding him for shouting when he comes through the door.”

“I mean He…” Victoria chuckled. “I must be getting old it’s taking me longer to catch onto your jokes.”

“Not at all, Mother, not at all.” Jarrod chuckled. “To answer your question, I think he missed you.”

“How can you be so sure? Sometimes I wonder if I can ever knock down that wall he has up around his heart.”

“Mother, I’ve debated whether to say anything to you. But I think maybe it’s best I did.” Jarrod paused. Victoria looked at him questioningly. “Nick said that Heath called you Mother. It was about a week before they left.” Jarrod studied his mother’s features after he spoke the words.

At first she wondered if she heard him correctly. The doubt then turned into shock. Could this really be the turning point? Once shock disappeared her face then turned into what he could best describe as happiness. Victoria placed her right hand over her mouth as she tried to fight the tears. Jarrod stood up and walked over. He knelt down beside her and took her hand. Tears came to her face as she stared at him begging him not to be wrong in what she heard.

“Mother?” Victoria’s voice choked on the one word she wanted to hear Heath say since before the cattle drive over two months’ prior. Jarrod nodded his confirmation.

“Nick said it was the most natural thing for him to say. He was embarrassed afterwards. Mother, I don’t think it will be long now. Heath is coming home and I’m sure this trip with Nick and his Aunts helped him.”

“He didn’t say home,” Victoria said quietly. Jarrod looked at her confused and Victoria answered his question. “In the wire he sent us. He told us that Nick was doing well and the ladies were looking forward to their new home. He says they will be stopping off at the ranch first. He says ranch.”

“Baby steps Mother.” Jarrod smiled. “We have to go baby steps. The main thing is that he’s coming home.”

“Yes Jarrod, he is.” Victoria smiled as she patted his hand with her own. Jarrod returned to his seat and Victoria composed herself just as the room filled with the rest of the family.

Today was the Nation’s birthday and the conversation around the table revolved around the long list of activities that would occur in Stockton. Audra would be cheering on her new beau, Ben, in the horse race. Senator Simon was asked by the town Mayor to make a speech. Victoria had entered a pie in the baking contest and Audra entered her lace handkerchief she made into the embroidery contest. Rosa teased Jarrod that he better not enter the kissing booth this year.

As the family laughed and thought about the day ahead of them Victoria’s thoughts weren’t far from her missing sons. She was happy to hear that Nick was doing better and she couldn’t wait to see him again as she dearly missed him. She also missed her new son. Her son, yes Heath was her son. Her mind went back to the words Jarrod had confessed to her. So Heath thought of her as mother. She smiled. Maybe it was time she had a talk with her new son when he returned home.

To be continued…