Family Connections

Chapters 61-76

by catgirl63

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 61

Riding slowly back to the ranch, Melinda suddenly gasped. “Oh no!”

Stopping Charger, Heath looked at her with concern, “What’s the matter?”

“Heath, I can’t wear your ring tonight, it’s Audra’s birthday party!” exclaimed Melinda.

Heath kissed her lips gently, “Audra hinted she wouldn’t mind if we came back from the ride engaged.”

Happiness lit up the green eyes and she wrapped her arms tighter around his slim waist. “Really? Audra wouldn’t mind if we stole some of her attention tonight?”

“Nope! I think she said something about less competition for the bachelors in the county if we got engaged.” smirked Heath nudging Charger back into a walk, his blue eyes sparkling with laughter.

“Very funny!” shot back Melinda, tickling his ribs.

“Mel, stop it!” laughed Heath, trying to move away from her fingers. “If I fall off, you’re gonna get it little lady. Ouch!”

“Sorry, I forgot about your right side.” apologized Melinda. “Is it getting better?”

“It’s okay, honey. Almost healed I’d say, just a little tender.” stated Heath drinking in the scent of lavender in her hair. “What do you think your Mother will say?”

“She won’t be happy. She’s been trying to talk me into moving to Sacramento.” sighed Melinda. “I told her several times I’d never leave Stockton.”

Nodding, Heath said quietly, “I’m sure she wants to spend more time with you and the children. I can understand that.”

Frowning slightly, Melinda looked up, “Heath, I think you should know my mother isn’t too happy with your background. I told her to mind her own business but I felt you should know. I don’t want you to be blindsided by it.”

“I can’t change my birth, so there’s nothing I can do to change people’s minds about it.”

replied Heath with a shake of his head.

Caressing his cheek, Melinda smiled warmly, “I wouldn’t care if you were raised in a zoo with monkeys, I’d love you anyway.”

Laughing, Heath kissed her nose and his eyes picked out Nick by the corral with the kids, “Hey, there’s the head gorilla over there!”

Nick looked up at the loud sounds of laughter from the couple and asked, “What’s so funny?”

Waving off Nick’s question, Heath wiped the tears from his eyes. “Nothing, big brother!”

Jumping down, he helped Melinda dismount and they walked over to the children. “Mama, we had lots of fun with Mr. Nick!”

“That’s wonderful, Timmy!” smiled Melinda as Heath picked up Megan and tweaked her nose.

Grabbing his mother’s hand, Timmy stared at the ring, “Where’d you get that, mama?”

Heath knelt down and smiled into the wide brown eyes, “Timmy, I’ve asked your mama to marry me. What do you think about that?”

Looking between the two adults, Timmy frowned, “Will we live in Stockton or at the ranch?”

Glancing upward, Heath raised an eyebrow. Melinda saw the question and tousled the red hair on Timmy’s head. “I’m guessing we’d live on the ranch, Timmy.”

“Really? That’s great!” shouted Timmy. “No more school!”

Chuckling, Heath shook his head, “Sorry, Timmy. You’d still have to go to school.”

Stomping his foot, Timmy growled, “Dang it!”

“Timmy!” scolded Melinda watching her son’s crestfallen face and Heath trying to hide his amusement.

“Sorry, ma’am.” apologized Timmy.

“Just don’t say that word again, okay?” replied Melinda receiving a nod from her son.

Wrapping his arms around Heath’s neck, Timmy asked. “Mr. Heath, does this mean you’ll be my pa?”

Hazel eyes saw the tears well up in his little brother’s sapphire eyes at the question. Heath’s voice trembled slightly and he patted the small back. “Nothing would make me happier than to be your pa, Timmy.”

Timmy nodded and hugged his hero while Nick smiled widely. Stepping closer, he placed a kiss on Melinda’s cheek, “Welcome to the family, Melinda!”

“Thank you, Nick.” smiled Melinda, reaching up and placing a kiss on his cheek. “Thank you for this afternoon.”

Turning red, Nick growled, “Well, Heath here was getting to be a little grouchy and difficult to live with.”

Rolling his eyes, Heath pulled Nick into a one armed hug, “Thanks, big brother.”

Melinda took Megan from Heath and smiled, “We’d best be getting ready for the party.”

“Let me put Charger away and then we can go in together.” said Heath.

Grabbing the reins, Nick smiled, “I’ll put him away, little brother. You go on up to the house with your family.”

Squeezing the strong shoulder, Heath grinned, “What a wonderful offer, Nick!”

Pushing the blonde towards the house, Nick shook his head and lead the bay into the barn. Duke grabbed the reins and pushed his dark haired boss towards the house. “Get up there and celebrate with him. I’ll take care of Charger.”

Clapping the foreman on the back, Nick caught up with the others and swung Timmy up on his shoulders. Duke smiled at the scene before turning to care for the big horse.

Chapter 62

Grace Fields’ eyes couldn’t hide her unhappiness over the engagement news from her daughter. The remaining Barkley family members were overjoyed at the news and eagerly greeted the happy couple enthusiastically with hugs and kisses. Gene took Timmy by the hand and offered to help him get dressed in his Sunday best.

Heath made an effort to talk to Melinda’s mother to no avail. She would not be swayed. Nick looked ready to throw the woman out of the house but Victoria placed a small hand on her son’s arm, reining in his volatile temper. Heath threw an arm over Nick’s broad shoulders and directed him up the stairs while speaking quietly in his big brother’s ear.

Heading up the grand staircase to dress for the party, Melinda paused at the top and looked back towards the parlor. Audra put an arm over her shoulders and lead her towards the guest room, “Melinda, I can’t wait to see the new dress you told me about. It sounds beautiful!”

Melinda hugged Audra and whispered, “Are you sure you don’t mind us stealing some of your limelight during your party?”

Audra’s blue eyes sparkled and she nodded, “I’m so happy for you two, I’ll probably tell everyone before you can!”

“Thank you, Audra.” smiled Melinda. “Let me show you the dress. I made it myself.”

Entering the room, the two girls talked about fashion and parties. Melinda, an only child, felt tears spring into her eyes.

“What’s wrong?” queried Audra.

“I’ll have brothers and a sister! I’ve never had siblings before.” said Melinda wiping her eyes.

Handing her a hanky, Audra giggled, “It’s not all fun, let me tell you! Those brothers of mine are real rascals. I don’t think they got spanked enough when they were little.”

Melinda chuckled and hugged Audra again, “I’m going to enjoy every minute of it!”

Victoria handed Megan to Jarrod, her gray eyes relaying the desire to be alone with Melinda’s mother.

“Come on, little princess. Let’s go get your party dress on.” said Jarrod walking up the stairs with the toddler, away from the adult conversation about to take place.

Grace stood looking outside the window and turned at Victoria’s words, “As mothers of the bride and groom, we certainly have our work cut out for us. Planning a wedding takes a lot of time. I’m so happy Heath and Melinda found each other.”

“Mrs. Barkley, he is not your son, not really.” stated Grace.

“Really? In my heart and soul, Heath’s been my son since the first time I saw him.” smiled Victoria. “I’m not sure what children or family mean to you, but to me they mean more than life itself, more than the air I breathe.”

Shaking her head, Grace sighed, “I don’t understand you or your family. How can you welcome him? Isn’t he a reminder of what your husband did to you?”

“Heath is an innocent person in what happened. He had nothing to do with his parents’ indiscretions. He is a person I’m proud to call my son. If you allow yourself time to get to know him, I think you’ll feel the same way.” urged Victoria. “All you have to do is open your mind and heart.”

“He’s not the type of person who should be around Melinda and the children. His past is too violent and well, his background is quite questionable!” snapped Grace.

Gray eyes flashed with cold anger and Victoria took a step closer, “I am finding it hard to believe you’d question Heath’s integrity while as a mother, you did nothing to protect your own daughter from her father’s less than loving treatment. You are the one who is a disgrace, not my son!”

Shocked, Grace stepped back, “You have no right to question how I raised my daughter!”

Victoria’s eyes flashed, her voice cold. “I have every right when you impugn the character of my son.”

“Well, I never!” shouted Grace in outrage.

“Mrs. Fields, this is my home and you are here at our request for a happy occasion. I will allow you to stay because quite simply, you are Melinda’s mother. However, if I hear one whisper out of you regarding your opinion of my son Heath tonight – I will personally throw you out myself!”

“You are threatening me!” gasped Grace.

Turning to leave, Victoria spun around, “No, that is a promise!”

Grace stared at the petite woman as she walked back towards the kitchen. Melinda walked into the parlor carrying her bag, the angry words had floated to her ears on her way to the watercloset. Setting it down, she looked at her mother’s look of outrage.

“Melinda, this family is shocking!”

“No, Mother. They are real people with real feelings. Much more real than I think you’ve ever been capable of or have ever shown me. I don’t believe you will enjoy yourself tonight. At my request, Silas has informed Ciego to take you to the hotel. A train leaves in the morning for Sacramento. Be on it.” stated Melinda firmly.

Grace’s face was red with fury and she picked up her bag. Melinda watched as her mother glared at her and opened the front door. Tears streamed down Melinda’s face at the sound of the closing door and two strong arms encircled her from behind.

“Let me talk to her again and bring her back. I’m sure we can get her to change her mind.” whispered Heath in her ear.

Turning in his arms, Melinda shook her head, “No, Heath. I’d like to think in some way, she does love me, but I’m afraid my mother will never get past the ideas she’s been forced to live with for so many years. I know it took me a long time but with Mike’s help, I was able to become a whole person instead of a shell of a person.”

“Mel, she’s your..”

Putting her fingers on his lips, she sighed, “You and the children are what’s important in my life. My mother may never be able to experience the same joy the rest of us can. It’s sad and I’d like to think the future would be different, but no one has control over these things. It’s not your fault and it’s not my fault.”

Realizing the truth in what she was saying, Heath placed a kiss on her forehead and stroked her hair while he held her in his arms, amazed at the woman who agreed to be his wife. Melinda leaned against the man holding her, his arms were the safest place in the world to her and she welcomed the strength and comfort they provided.

Jarrod’s voice shouted from the top of the stairs, “Megan, come back here! Nick, grab her!”

Hurrying up the stairs, Heath and Melinda laughed at the suave attorney and strong rancher chasing after a giggling two year old who escaped from the watercloset, dressed only in her undergarments.

Timmy, who stood in the guest room doorway with Gene, watched the two grown men chase his little sister in the hallway and stated simply, “She’s only running cause you’re chasing her. She thinks it’s a game, Mr. Nick.”

At Timmy’s words, Nick and Jarrod stopped their pursuit. Both men rolled their eyes when Megan walked over and took the dress out of Jarrod’s hand. “Pary ess”

Melinda squeezed Heath’s hand and whispered, “This family is wonderful.”

Placing a kiss on her hand, Heath winked, “Don’t I know it, darlin’.”

Chapter 63

Melinda opened the door of the guest room and entered the hallway, holding onto Megan’s hand. The mother and daughter wore matching dresses of a deep green color. Melinda’s hair was swept up into ringlets, her eyes appeared darker from the contrasting dress. The rounded neckline revealed a hint of cleavage, teasing the sapphire eyes staring at her. Her bare arms tingled when Heath ran his fingers over her soft skin, his lips tenderly kissed her cheek.

“You look absolutely stunning, Mel.” whispered Heath unable to take his eyes off her.

Blushing, Melinda smiled. “You are looking rather dashing in your tux, Heath."

“More like a monkey suit.” teased Heath before placing a tender kiss on her lips.

Megan pulled on Heath’s hand and looked upwards at the tall man, vying for his attention. “Mr. Heaf.”

Heath knelt down and grinned, “Who’s this beautiful girl in her pretty dress?”

“Me.” said Megan holding out her arms to be picked up. Heath wrapped her in his arms and stood up, his eyes sparkling at the two women in his life.

“Shall we, ladies?” asked Heath holding his right arm out for Melinda to hold and carried the toddler in his left. Watching the trio descending the stairs, Nick and Jarrod nudged each other at the picture before them.

“What a beautiful sight.” said Jarrod.

“It is, Pappy. They’re perfect for each other.” stated Nick, a wide grin spreading across his face.

As soon as the couple hit the wooden floor of the foyer, Mrs. Collins rushed over and greeted the couple, showing them with congratulations. Taking the toddler out of Heath’s arms, she winked and encouraged them to not worry about the little one.

Thanking her, Heath took Melinda’s hand and stopped in front of his grinning brothers. “What are you two smiling at?”

Leaning over to kiss his future sister-in-law’s cheek, Nick winked at her and stated, “Pappy and I were saying how the sight of Melinda on your arm makes it a whole lot easier on our eyes when we look at ya’.”

Jarrod and Melinda laughed while Heath grabbed his brother by the back of the neck, “Twit brain!”

Audra and Victoria came over and stole Melinda from his side. Heath’s blue eyes twinkled at the sight of the arriving physician and his wife. Nick and Jarrod saw the deviltry pop into the sapphire eyes and followed when Heath made a beeline to the older couple.

“Mrs. Merar, what a vision of loveliness you are tonight!” exclaimed Heath gallantly bowing over her hand. “I believe dances three through ten are ours, right my dear lady?”

Helen giggled at the outrageous behavior and smiled, “Heath, you are a few years too late, I’m afraid.”

Feigning a wounded look, Heath watched Howard roll his eyes upwards and shake his head. “Come along, Helen. I can see that I’ll have to keep guard over you all night!”

Chuckling, Heath winked when Howard walked by and squeezed the blonde’s shoulder. “You’re looking healthy, Heath. Try to stay out of trouble tonight.”

Nick and Jarrod snickered and pulled their blonde brother over to where Gene stood. Timmy was helping Silas carry trays in from the kitchen and place them on a table. Seeing Heath, he ran over, “Mr. Heath, you look different in those clothes!”

“Different, huh?” teased Heath. “Well, sometimes even ranchers have to dress up.”

Timmy agreed, “Not just for church, either.”

Nick knelt down and tousled the boy’s hair, “You helping Silas, Timmy?”

“Yep! He said I’m a hard worker!” stated Timmy. “Hey, Mr. Nick, I heard a lady asking about you.”

Heath and Jarrod chuckled at the hopeful grin which spread across Nick’s face, “You did? Can you tell me which lady without pointing?”

“Nick!” admonished Jarrod with a shake of his head.

“Sure. She has on a dress and earrings.” stated Timmy before heading back to help Silas.

Groaning at his brothers’ laughter, Nick growled, “Heath, you gotta teach Timmy to be more observant! A dress and earrings? That’s every woman here!”

Putting an arm across the scowling man’s shoulders, Heath sighed, “At least we know four women you can rule out for sure, Nick. Mother, Audra, Melinda and Megan!”

“Smart ass.” smirked Nick, his hazel eyes sparkling with laughter. “Time for a drink. You too, college boy!”

The four brothers made their way to the table and stood sipping their beers, talking with the other men at the party. Heath’s eyes glanced around the room, stopping at the sight of Melinda engrossed in conversation with another young lady. Feeling eyes on her, Melinda looked up and smiled.

The two women made their way across the room. “Heath, this is the new school teacher, Miss Baxter. I met her last week at the shop. This is my fiancé, Heath and his brothers, Jarrod, Nick and Eugene.”

Returning the greetings, the others watched the two sets of hazel eyes meet. Nick bowed over the extended hand of the pretty young school teacher, his radiant smile oozing with charm. “Miss Baxter, the pleasure is all mine.”

Melinda grinned while the young woman blushed, “Thank you, Mr. Barkley.”

The small string orchestra in the corner struck up a chord signifying the start of the dancing. Excusing themselves, Heath led Melinda towards the dance floor. Nick followed with the newest lady to Stockton on his arm. Jarrod and Eugene looked down at the mugs which had been thrust into their hands.

“You planning on being a mug holder tonight, Jarrod?” sighed Gene.

“Not me!” stated Jarrod emphatically putting the crystal on the table. “Care to join me, college boy?”

“You bet!” exclaimed Gene scanning the crowd and leading a young lady out on the dance floor.

Victoria stood with the Merar’s and watched her children on the dance floor. The waltz had the couples spinning around in perfect circles. Silas whispered in her ear and she frowned before whispering back.

The waltz ended and Victoria made her way towards the rest of the family. Heath saw her gesture and excused himself.

“Mother?”

“Heath, there’s some marshals here to see you. I asked Silas to show them into the study.” said Victoria catching the look of surprise in the sapphire eyes.

Nodding, Heath left her with a kiss on the cheek and made his way to the study. Overhearing their Mother’s words, Nick and Jarrod followed his path between the guests, curious at the unexpected arrivals. Gray and green eyes were filled with trepidation watching the sight of the brothers heading towards the study.

Chapter 64

Reaching the study, Heath put his hand on the doorknob and stopped when he left a large hand squeeze his shoulder. Looking over, he flashed his big brothers a grateful lop-sided grin before turning the brass fixture.

Entering the room, Heath greeted one of the two men with a large hug, “Nate, what are ya’ doing here!”

Nate Jackson returned the enthusiastic hug and walked around his friend, checking his clothing attire like he’d check a horse.

“Wowee, Heath. Can’t say I’ve ever seen you look prettier.” drawled Nate.

“My brothers, Nick and Jarrod Barkley.” smiled Heath. “Nate Jackson. We go back a long ways, before the marshal service.”

Nick and Jarrod shook hands with the marshal and nodded their greetings.

“Heath, this here’s Marshal Thane. Out of Texas.” noted Nate standing to the side.

Introductions aside, Heath waited for the reason for the visit. Marshal Thane, a man in his forties with almost white hair, cleared his throat.

“Mr. Thomson, I think it’s best if we speak alone. Too many ears create loose lips.”

Nick and Jarrod glanced at each other, their surprise evident on their faces. Nick opened his mouth to protest as he stepped forward, “Listen..”

Heath put a hand on Nick’s chest and shook his head. “Nick.”

The two lawmen watched the anger deflate from the hazel eyes at the small gesture from the former marshal. Acquiescing, Nick nodded and stepped over to lean against the desk.

Turning back, Heath stood with arms folded across his chest and smiled, “Whatever you have to say, you can say in front of Nick and Jarrod. I trust my brothers with my life, so can you.”

Marshal Thane nodded, “Mr. Thomson for the past several years we have been working to destroy a counterfeiting operation which runs from Houston to Sacramento. As you may recall from your prior service with the agency, these operations are often shoddily run and more often than not, easy to break up.”

Heath leaned against the pool table. “Yes, I know. Perhaps you’d like to get to the reason you are here. As you see, we are in the middle of entertaining guests. This is our sister’s birthday.”

“Of course.” agreed Thane and then asking, “I believe Martha Simmons is your aunt?”

“Yes and not by choice.” snapped Heath.

Jarrod and Nick’s eyes riveted back and forth between the two men. Immersed in the conversation and afraid of what it meant for their little brother.

“Your aunt and uncle were associated with Jediah Parker. Parker was deeply involved in the counterfeit ring until his death over two months ago. Approximately three to four weeks ago, all circulation of the money stopped. We’re not sure exactly why, however, we think it has to do with whoever the middle man was. We found the press in Strawberry at your uncle’s hotel and the plates are the only items not accounted for.”

“You think my aunt has them?” asked Heath squeezing his temples.

“Yes, we do.” stated Thane. “We need to find those plates. The circulation of the fake money has already put a strain on several states’ economies. We cannot allow it to start again in another place and perhaps jeopardize the nation’s.”

Sighing, Heath replied quietly, “As you are no doubt aware, Marshal Thane, I killed my own uncle and Jed Parker. My aunt disappeared shortly after. I have not seen her since that morning.”

“We know that, Mr. Thomson. I read the report from Sheriff Watkins in Pine Crest.” admitted the marshal. “There is something else you should be aware of.”

“What?” growled Heath, his patience wearing thinner by the minute.

“Dan Nichols has escaped from prison. He appeared to have been one of the ringleaders before you arrested him.”

Staring at the man, Heath frowned, “Nichols was imprisoned over a year ago. How could he have continued leading the ring from prison?”

“The Simmons’ visited him each month, which provided our first big lead on the operation. We need your help to find your aunt and recover the plates. Of course, we also want to get our hands on Nichols, too.”

Shaking his head negatively, Heath stood up, “Marshal Thane, I am a rancher now. If I run across my aunt, I’ll either shake the plates out of her or haul her to the nearest jail cell. I will not actively seek her out. That is all the help I can give. Good night.”

“Heath.” stated Nate softly. “You know he’ll come after you. Being a former lawman, he didn’t have an easy time in prison, even though he was crooked as the rest of the men in there.”

Nate’s words stopped Heath’s progress towards the door. Heath turned slowly. Nick and Jarrod saw the warring emotions in the blue eyes. “Nick, will you tell Mother and the rest of the family we’ll be right out?”

“Sure, Heath.” assured Nick leaving the room seeing the concern in the ocean eyes, reading his brother’s request to stay by the side of the other family members.

Jarrod stood by Heath and placed a hand on his back. His limb felt the tension in the strong back. His blue eyes, slightly darker than his little brother’s, were inquisitive and demanding as they stared into the older marshal’s eyes.

“Marshal Thane, how can you be positive he’ll seek out our brother? After all, he is an escaped convict. I’d think freedom and lessening the chance of capture would be utmost in his mind, not revenge.”

“You are correct, Mr. Barkley.” admitted Thane with a slight nod. “However, due to Mr. Thomson’s family connection with the Simmons and Strawberry’s proximity to Stockton, Jack Larkin has requested we place a marshal here until we deem the threat has passed.”

Heath glanced over towards Nate and received a wink. “I drew the short straw, Heath.”

Smiling slightly, Heath sighed, “I don’t think we’ll have anything to worry about tonight. Too many people around. Silas will show you both to a room where you can sleep tonight.”

Nate and Marshal Thane nodded their agreement and followed the brothers out the door. Jarrod caught Silas’ eye and motioned him over. Shaking the hands of the two men, Heath frowned, “We’ll talk more tomorrow. Good night.”

Melinda met Heath in the foyer, her eyes filled with anxiety. Wrapping his arms around her, Heath whispered, “Sorry for the missed dances, Mel.”

“We have our whole lives to dance together, Heath.” whispered Melinda in his ear. “Are you alright?”

Heath smiled, “I’m fine, honey. We’ll discuss it tomorrow. Tonight, I want to hold you in my arms as we dance and forget the rest of the world.”

Placing a soft kiss on her lips, Heath caressed her cheek before leading her back to the party.

Chapter 65

Rising early the next morning, Heath knocked softly on the door of a guest room. Repeating his action, he knocked louder, the door opened and a blurry eyed marshal scowled.

“Damn, I forgot how early you get up.” groaned Nate wiping the sleep from his eyes.

Heath smirked, “I’m gonna have coffee with Silas. Hurry up, I want to see the sunrise.”

Nodding, Nate closed the door and quickly changed. Descending the backstairs into the kitchen, he took a seat at the table with Heath and Silas.

Extending his hand to Silas, he smiled widely. “We weren’t properly introduced last night. I see Heath’s manners haven’t improved over the years. Nate Jackson.”

“Silas Whiting.” replied Silas shaking the extended hand with a slight smile when Heath rolled his eyes at the man’s teasing.

“This here’s some mighty fine vittles, Mr. Whiting.” claimed Nate digging into his breakfast with gusto. “Best cooking I’ve had in a coon’s age.”

Silas smiled widely and waved off the young man’s thanks. Finishing their breakfast, the two men left Silas alone. Nate walked beside Heath, stopping and leaning against the corral beside him, his eyes not watching the glorious sunrise instead scanning the outlying areas away from the ranch buildings.

An hour passed while Nate watched Heath work with a new horse in the corral. The scene caused memories to flood the marshal’s mind from years before. Patting the horse one last time on the neck, Heath joined him outside the corral. Nate nudged Heath when he saw a vision walking towards them. Heath looked over and smiled.

“Heath, what a beautiful woman!” whispered Nate. “Who is she?”

“I’ll introduce you.” drawled Heath seeing the gray eyes light up. “Melinda, this is Nate Jackson. Nate, this is Melinda Rankin, my fiancée.”

“Fiancée?” groaned Nate softly. “I’m always a dollar short and a day late, eh Heath? Nice to meet you, Miss Rankin. Hard to believe you tamed this wild one.”

“Nice to meet you, Mr. Jackson.” smiled Melinda. “I do believe however, Heath is anything but tame.”

Heath glared at Nate’s laughter and held Melinda’s hand as they walked back to the house. “Are the kids up yet?”

“KIDS?” shouted Nate in disbelief, stopping the couple in their tracks.

“Yes, kids. You know small people about yea big.” stated Heath holding his hand below his hip, palm down. Melinda giggled at the red which appeared across the marshal’s face.

“I see your sense of humor hasn’t improved over the years, either.” snorted Nate, his gray eyes darkened with amusement.

Heath’s reply was cut off by Nick’s call from the house, “Heath, everyone’s in the parlor.”

Heath squeezed Melinda’s hand gently and winked at her questioning look. “This’ll be your first family meeting, darlin’. Be prepared.”

“Prepared for what?” asked Melinda curiously.

Chuckling, Heath smiled, “The fireworks Nick is usually good for.”

Entering the house, the trio made their way to the parlor where Marshal Thane was with the rest of the family. After introducing Nate, Heath explained the reason for the appearance of the lawmen at the ranch.

“Heath, do you think Dan Nichols will come here?” asked Victoria.

All eyes in the room turned towards the blonde standing in front of the mantle. Heath’s inclination to keep his family from having to face the truth had him hesitating. He didn’t want them to worry. He didn’t want them to be constantly watching, but he knew preparation was the best offense.

Heath’s slow nod of ascent thickened the tension in the room. “As the old saying goes ‘revenge is sweet’. At first, I was inclined to wave off Jack’s concern. But I could see how revenge for what he had to suffer in prison would be great motivation to Nichols.”

“We’ll just be prepared!” stated Nick firmly. “We’ll set up watches and the men can parole the grounds.”

Shaking his head, Heath said quietly, “Nick, this is a ranch. We can’t stop the workings of the ranch because of something that may not happen.”

“Heath’s right, Nick.” agreed Jarrod.

Nick’s frustration clearly showed on his tanned face, “Well, what do you expect us to do? Just let him waltz in here and kill our brother!”

“NICK!” snapped Heath at the three female faces draining of color. “That’s why Nate is here. He can keep watch and I’m capable of using a gun also.”

Running his hand through his hair, Nick sighed and looked over at the three ladies on the sofa, “I’m sorry for how that sounded.”

“It’s okay, Nick. We know you’re just worried.” assured Melinda with a smile, her eyes leaving the hazel ones to seek the sapphire ones. Heath grinned at his lady, his eyes reflecting the emotions in his heart.

“Nick, we can let the men know what’s going on and they can watch for anything unusual while they’re out on the range.” explained Heath calmly. “The crew can’t pull double duty of guarding at night and working a full day. Instead of leaving Ciego on the ranch during the day alone, we’ll start leaving a second man behind. His job will be to watch the home base while we’re working.”

“Okay, we’ll try it, Heath.” scowled Nick. “I’m not giving you up to Nichols so if I think it’s not enough, we’ll do it my way!”

Victoria smiled and caught Jarrod’s eyes. Smirking, Jarrod shook his head and winked at his mother. Her thoughts the same as his, two sons, both stubborn.

Gene cleared his throat, drawing Heath’s attention to him. “Heath, you and Melinda are still getting married, right?”

The question had lingered in all of their minds. The fear which almost drove the couple apart was still fresh in their thoughts and souls.

Dropping his gaze to the floor, Heath said softly, “Only if she’ll still have me.”

Melinda smiled widely and jumped up from the sofa. The tension was replaced with relief and happiness as the couple embraced. “Of course, I do. I wouldn’t let you off that easy, Heath.”

Laughing, Heath looked over at his little brother, “There’s your answer college boy. Let’s check on the little ones, Mel.”

Heath and Melinda left the family with smiles on their faces. Climbing the staircase, Heath took her hand and lead her into his room. Closing the door, he leaned against it and pulled her to him.

“I’m not going anywhere, Mel. I’ll be right here with you. Dan Nichols or not.” whispered Heath firmly.

“I know.” whispered Melinda, drawing his face to hers and urged his lips to respond.

Closing his eyes and breathing deeply, Heath groaned, “Boy howdy, we better get married soon.”

Laughing softly, Melinda teased, “How about next week?”

“Don’t you want a big wedding?” asked Heath kissing her eyelids tenderly, his hands caressing her back softly.

“No, just us and the family. That is all I want.” sighed Melinda, her knees rapidly becoming weak from his touch.

“How about the day after grandfather returns from Virginia as our wedding day?” suggested Heath, receiving a gentle kiss of agreement on his lips.

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After the couple left the room, Marshal Thane thanked the family for their hospitality and left the parlor motioning to Nate. Reaching the front door, the senior marshal put a firm hand on Nate’s shoulder.

“Jackson, don’t leave his side when he’s out of this house. I’m counting on you to handle this personal favor Larkin requested.”

“I am aware of that, sir. I’ll stick to him like a tick.” replied Nate firmly.

“Good! I’m headed to Sacramento. Hopefully they will have found out some news on the middle man. I’ll keep you informed.” explained Thane shaking Nate’s hand before departing the house.

Closing the door after his superior, Nate headed back to the parlor. Nodding to the family, he took a position by the wall where he could watch the foyer.

“Marshal Jackson, how did you meet Heath?” asked Audra curiously.

The other family members watched the man’s face break out in remembrance before being replaced by a mask of professionalism. “I’m sorry, Miss Barkley. You’ll have to ask Heath.”

Surprised at the answer, the family members exchanged looks between each other.

Each desiring an explanation for the man’s reluctance to share the information.

Audra frowned, “I don’t understand, Marshal. Why can’t you tell us?”

“Well, Miss Barkley. It’s not that I don’t want to, mind you. I, uh, well, we have just known each other a long time.” stammered Nate, shuffling his feet and twirling his hat nervously.

The puzzled looks of Heath’s family shifted from him to the small dark clothed blur that ran into the room and jumped into Nick’s arms.

“Mr. Nick, you ready to go fishing today?”

Nick’s grin turned into a frown at the small voice quivering with excitement, “Timmy, we may not be able to go today. Why don’t you see Mr. Silas and I’ll let you know after breakfast.”

Timmy’s wide smile faded from his face, his brown eyes loaded with sadness. “Mr. Nick, can’t you go fishing like we planned?”

Seeing the uneasiness on his brother’s face, Heath stated from the entry, “Mr. Nick needs to talk to me first about some ranch business. Your mama’s waiting in the kitchen with your breakfast, Timmy.”

Satisfied with the explanation, Timmy nodded, “Okay, Mr. Heath.”

Waiting until Timmy left the room and foyer, Nick growled, “Heath, I didn’t know what to say to him. He caught me by surprise.”

Heath said quietly, “Nick, why don’t you take him fishing with Scotty or Joe?”

“I don’t know.” hesitated Nick.

“Nick, he’s been looking forward to it since yesterday. Melinda’d like to keep everything as normal as possible for the kids.” explained Heath.

Victoria smiled, “I think that’s the wisest thing to do. Children can sense when something’s not right.”

“Yeah and besides, the stream isn’t that far from the house.” added Heath.

“Okay, I’ll take both Scotty and Joe. Joe can watch and Scotty can haul all the fish back I’m gonna catch.” grinned Nick with a wink at the groans heard throughout the room.

“Marshal Jackson won’t tell us how you two met.” stated Gene curiously to Heath.

“Well, Heath I wasn’t exactly sure…” paused Nate.

Looking into the gray eyes, Heath nodded, “They know, Nate.”

Nate sighed loudly, “If you told me that before, I wouldn’t have been standing here stammering like an idiot!”

Heath rolled his eyes, “What’s unusual about that?”

Snorting, Nate said to the family, “Heath recovered on my family’s ranch in Texas.”

“From what?” asked Audra before any of the others had time to blink.

“From Carterson, sis.” clarified Heath quietly. “Nate’s parents, who are quite unlike him I might add, offered me a place to recuperate after the army released me.”

“Unlike me? Heck, I’m the one who dragged your sorry, uh, carcass home to the ranch!” retorted Nate.

“Nate, I dragged you back to the ranch after you got beat up, remember!” declared Heath crossing his arms across his chest.

“Beat up? Now, Miss Barkley, you’d best close your ears to such foolish talk.” stated Nate with a smile. “Sometimes, I think your brother here kissed the blarney stone.”

Puzzlement flew across Heath’s face, “Blarney stone? What’s that?”

The gray eyes flashed victory to the rest of the family members listening to the exchange with interest and amusement. Nick clapped his little brother on the back and laid an arm across his shoulders, directing him out of the room.

“Heath, don’t be upset. Pappy kissed the blarney stone, too.” stated Nick loudly, laughing at the shout of outrage from the oldest Barkley son, before asking. “You ever been to Ireland?”

“You crazy, Nick. With Nate on my side, I’m lucky I even made it out of Texas!” declared Heath.

“HEY!” called Nate following Jarrod’s path after the two brothers, leaving the others to shake their heads in wonder and laughter.

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The sun was high in the sky, shining down, glancing off the water and glistening in the faces of the two fishermen. Nick leaned against a tree, his line in the water, his thoughts on Heath. After explaining the legend of the blarney stone to his little brother, he left Heath in Jarrod’s hands going over some ranch accounts. Nick and Nate walked to the bunkhouse and gathered the men. Briefly, Nick explained the reason for Marshal Jackson’s presence at the ranch.

Nate was surprised at the willingness of the men to watch over one of their bosses. His surprise must have reflected in his gray eyes causing Scotty to stand and speak for the rest of the crew. “Marshal Jackson, all of us have the deepest respect for Heath. He has earned it the hard way. We all admire the man he is and we intend to see no one takes our marshal boss from us. No matter what the cost.”

The men loudly voiced their agreement to the short but honest speech. Joe looked over and asked quietly, “Marshal, if it comes down to you or our marshal boss, how do we know you’d make the right choice?”

Nick’s eyebrows raised at the question and all eyes turned towards the lawman. Nodding, Nate smiled, “Well, that’s a good question. You men don’t know me from a hill of beans. I could say simply because it’s my job, but that’s not the strongest reason.”

Glancing around the room at each other, their eyes went back to the man standing beside Nick.

“Heath and I’ve been through some tight spots in the past, way before we were both marshals. I was surprised at your readiness to fight for Heath, but knowing your marshal boss like I do, I shouldn’t have been. He’s the type of person everyone should be fortunate enough to meet once in their lifetime.”

Several of the men mumbled their agreement and Nick firmly nodded his head. Nate put a boot on the seat of a chair and leaned forward, his voice earnest and sincere.

“That man up in that fine mansion’s had a rough time in his life, starting just seconds after his birth. Now, he’s got a fine family, a grandfather, a beautiful fiancée with two kids he adores and loves. He’s works with a fine crew of men. He’s a rancher! A dream I know he held in his heart for a long time. A dream he never realized ever come true. That man was afraid to dream for years and years. He’s always put others before himself. If you think, I’m gonna let some tainted, backstabbing, no good, lower than a rattlesnake’s belly escaped convict take all that away from Heath, a man I’m proud to call a friend – You boys can think again, cause it ain’t gonna happen if I can help it!”

Nodding, Nate looked at the faces of the men once more before leaving the bunkhouse and walking to the house. Nick and the crew were stunned by the passion behind the words, the firm tone causing their fears to be laid to rest. ‘Yes, this man would make the right choice by their marshal boss.’

Nick cleared his throat and handed out some minor work to be done. “Seeing as how today’s Saturday, Scotty and Joe will be taking Timmy and I fishing.”

A chorus of cushy jobs and boss kissers was whispered jokingly around the crew. Nick grinned and held up his hand, “After the section of fence is mended, you can all have the day off. Tonight, Heath and I will not be joining you in town for poker, but you boys can head in if you want.”

Jim, an older hand stood up and stretched, “Reckon I’m too tired for town tonight, boss. Think I’ll stay here.”

Nick watched, his hazel eyes filled with gratitude when the rest of the crew followed the older hand’s example and his deep voice trembled slightly, “Thanks, boys.”

Timmy sat by Nick, waiting patiently for a tug on his line. Glancing to his left, he saw Scotty further down the bank, his line in the water but his eyes keeping watch upstream.

Joe was nowhere to be seen by Timmy. When they reached the stream, he disappeared and hadn’t come back. Timmy wondered at the actions of the two men.

Unknown to the small boy, Joe had circled the area and was in a tree on the other side of the stream. High up in the branches, he stayed at his post and scanned the horizon around them.

“Mr. Nick?”

“Yeah?” answered Nick, his mind on everything but fishing.

“Who’s Dan Nichols?” queried Timmy.

Startled, Nick glanced down into the small face beside him, “Where’d you hear that name?”

Shrugging, Timmy said, “I heard the two marshals talking about him on my way to the watercloset. They was in their room, but the door was open a little. They were talking about him and Mr. Heath.”

“He used to be a marshal.” replied Nick, hoping his answer would end the questions.

“Like Mr. Heath?”

“No. He’s nothing like Mr. Heath.”

Puzzled, Timmy looked upwards, “Mr. Nate’s kind of like Mr. Heath. He’s real nice. Wasn’t this other marshal nice?”

Putting an arm across the small shoulders, Nick sighed, “Timmy, do you know the Swenson brothers, Mike and Mick?”

“Yeah, I know them.” nodded Timmy.

“The marshals are all like a family and being a marshal is like being a brother. Sometimes two people raised in the same family can be different. One good, the other bad. Mike is the good brother, Mick is the bad brother.”

Timmy’s face reflected his thoughtfulness and he bit his lower lip. “Mr. Mick went to prison cause he was the bad one.”

“That’s right, Timmy. Mick went to prison for breaking the law. Now, his brother Mike is a fine man, a good husband and a good rancher.”

“So, this Mr. Nichols is a bad marshal? Mr. Heath and Mr. Nate are the good marshals?” asked Timmy seeing the nod Nick gave him. “Mr. Heath put Mr. Nichols in jail.”

“Mr. Heath did arrest him for breaking the law, but the judge put him in jail.” stated Nick.

Timmy’s brown eyes widened and his lower lip shook, “They said he was coming after Mr. Heath!”

“Now, don’t you worry, Timmy. No one’s gonna do anything to my little brother or your soon to be papa.” assured Nick squeezing the quaking shoulders. “Me, Mr. Nate and the men won’t let that happen.”

“Mr. Nick, can we go back to the ranch now?” asked Timmy quietly. “I don’t feel much like fishing.”

“Alright, Timmy.” agreed Nick tilting the boy’s face upwards. “When we get to the house, you, me and Mr. Heath’s gonna have a talk, okay?”

“Bout what, Mr. Nick?”

“Your mama and Mr. Heath need time to plan the wedding. So I was thinking I could take over your riding lessons instead of Mr. Heath for now. Would that be okay with you?” inquired Nick with a smile.

Smiling widely, Timmy nodded, “Sure, Mr. Nick.”

Gathering up their fishing gear, Timmy stopped Nick with a small hand on his wrist. “Mr. Nick, when mama and Mr. Heath get married, you’ll be Uncle Nick, right?”

Grinning, Nick knelt down and nodded, “Sure, but you can call me uncle now if you want to practice.”

“Alright!” exclaimed Timmy wrapping his arms around his neck. “Thanks, Uncle Nick.”

Patting the small back and holding on tightly, Nick sent a prayer upwards for some extra help to deal with whatever the future might bring.

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Rising early on Monday, Heath knocked on Nate’s door and grinned at the blurry eyed marshal. Nate shook his head and shut the door, changing into his clothes. Buttoning up his shirt, his fingers stopped their motion and his head tilted slightly to the side. A brief picture of the two guns belted around Heath’s hips flashed in his mind. Frowning, he grabbed his hat and hurried down the back stairs to the kitchen.

Glancing downwards as he walked to the table, he verified what his subconscious had picked up on. Greeting Silas, Nate grabbed a cup and poured some coffee before he sat down at the table, across from the blonde.

“Don’t you ever sleep in?” complained Nate, taking a sip of the hot coffee.

Smirking, Heath nodded, “Sure. Christmas day.”

Silas smiled slightly and put a full plate of breakfast in front of each man. Heath smiled his thanks and Nate rubbed his hands together in anticipation of the feast. “I’m gonna have to buy new jeans if I keep eating your vittles, Mr. Silas!”

Looking across at the thin man, Heath snorted, “Nate, ya’ could eat a whole herd of cattle and still have room for dessert.”

“You got some dessert, Mr. Silas?” asked Nate with a wide smile.

Silas couldn’t stop his chuckle from escaping at the question and smiled at the two men before leaving the kitchen to prepare the dining room.

Finishing their breakfast and sitting over coffee, Nate stared into the ocean eyes, his tone held a hint of accusation, “Planning on going somewhere, Heath?”

“I was gonna take an early morning ride before we take Melinda and the kids back to town.” stated Heath.

Setting his cup down hard on the table, Nate leaned forward, his gray eyes flashing, “Consider me an attachment of you, Heath. You’ll not step foot outside this house without me.”

“I woke your ass up, didn’t I?” snapped Heath.

“You know the drill, Heath. No excursions unless planned before!” retorted Nate firmly, his eyes not leaving the other’s.

Heath’s eyes hardened with anger briefly before he took a deep breath. He rubbed his hands over his face and smiled slightly. “You’re right, Nate. Sorry, I didn’t get much sleep last night. This whole thing’s making me edgy. I’d prefer action to waiting for the other boot to drop.”

Accepting the statement, Nate replied, “I know how hard this is on ya’, Heath. I don’t like anyone watching over me either, just think of your new family when the confinement seems to be too much and how it’ll all be worth it in the end.”

Smiling widely, Heath nodded, “You’re right.”

“Besides if anything happens to you, Larkin and Thane will ship me off to the Dakota territories.” groaned Nate.

Heath flashed a grin, “We can’t have that now, can we?”

Leaning forward, Nate’s eyes were wide, “Damn right we can’t! Heath, do you know how cold it gets up there? Do you think this Texas boy would survive up there? You can get frostbite on places you don’t even want to imagine!”

Heath smirked. “Boy howdy, I could’ve done without that picture, Nate!”

Walking outside to the barn, the two men saddled their horses and rode out of the ranchyard. Topping a rise, they dismounted and sat beneath a tree to watch the sunrise in silence.

“Heath, I thought the nightmares stopped years ago.” stated Nate quietly, catching Heath’s slight jump out of the corner of his eye.

Surprised at the observation, it took a minute for Heath to gather his thoughts and admitted quietly, “Sometimes, they’ll start after I see something that reminds me of the war or Carterson. Sometimes they come on when I’m feverish. I won’t have them for months and then I’ll have them for a week. Nothing like before, though.”

Nodding, Nate stood up and scanned the land around from their vantage point. “That’s good. Ya’ used to scare the pants off me with those dreams, Heath.”

“I know.” replied Heath softly.

Pushing himself to his feet, Heath put a hand on Nate’s shoulder, “How about getting in some shooting practice before we head back?”

Smiling, Nate slapped the blonde on the back, “You shoot and I’ll keep watch.”

“I’ve seen your shooting, maybe you should spend the time practicing and I’ll keep watch.” teased Heath walking over to Charger and tightening the girth.

“Heath, you’re such a bad shot I don’t know how you made it into the marshal service.” retorted Nate climbing into the saddle, his eyes picking up a lone rider coming towards them. Taking out his field glasses, he smiled. “Hey, Nick’s headed this way.”

Stopping Coco, Nick growled, “Morning boys!”

“Nick, kind of early for you ain’t it?” asked Heath, his eyes full of innocence.

“Smart ass.” retorted Nick with a grin. “I had to check on that fence section so thought I’d ride back with you to make sure you two young’uns keep out of trouble.”

Snorting, Nate winked, “Nick, I’m only a day younger than you.”

“You’re still younger!” replied Nick.

“At least, I don’t have gray hair!” teased Nate kicking his horse into a cantor and listening to Nick’s loud objection. Heath laughed from where he was safely tucked in between the two men.

Three hours later, the Barkley surrey stopped in front of the small house in Stockton. Heath jumped down, reaching up to help Melinda and Megan from the front of the surrey. Nate and Nick climbed down from their horses. Timmy waited and jumped into the waiting arms of his uncle.

Opening the front door, Melinda’s smile turn to horror and her cry sent a shiver along the spines of the three men.

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The shrill cry was a mixture of horror and fright. Dropping the bags, Heath rushed up the steps and pulled Melinda out of the open doorway.

“Nick take care of Mel and the kids!” shouted Heath, pulling his gun and entering the small house with Nate on his heels.

Nick took Melinda and the kids back to the surrey, wrapping an arm around the shaking, crying woman who was holding tightly onto Megan. Timmy sat on his uncle’s lap, his eyes wide and fearful at the chaos he’d seen beyond the doorway into his home. Megan was quiet, the tension of the others around her causing the little girl to sit silently in her mother’s shaking arms.

The men’s eyes stared at the sight of the living room in complete disarray. Furniture laid strewn around the room, broken beyond recognition, smashed into kindling. Figurines which had decorated some of the furniture were crushed and glass lay everywhere.

Pictures once gracing the walls lay smashed on the floor, the cushions of the sofa and chair were cut with slashes, the insides spread around the room. The backing of the upholstered items was nonexistent, the inner construction of the pieces open for all to view.

Splitting up, Nate took the kitchen while Heath headed to the bedrooms. The destruction in the rooms evident to the men, whoever did this was searching for something in particular, the clues lay clear before them. Any items of value were destroyed along with items of everyday use.

The cabinets in the kitchen had been emptied, the contents of the drawers spilled out onto the floor, glass mixed in with porcelain, crunching under Nate’s boots as he walked through the room. The icebox lay empty on it’s side, the house smelled of rotting and spoiled food from the build up of heat created by the closed windows. Opening the back door, Nate glanced around the exterior and examined the door. The lock on the door was shimmied open, the point of entry into the house.

Entering Megan’s room, Heath’s anger rose several notches, his eyes hardened at the destroyed items in the little girl’s room. Dolls were torn open, clothes lay everywhere, dressers broken and the closet stripped of all the items inside. Melinda and Timmy’s rooms resembled the same pattern of cruelties, nothing was left untouched by the invader’s hand.

The only difference in one of the rooms was the smell of death and the discovery of a body by the lower leg visible under some discarded clothes. Pulling the garments away, Heath knelt beside the once living being and his hand shook as he tried to feel a pulse. To his experienced eye, he knew he wouldn’t find one. Rigor mortis had already set in.

The face showed bruises and the neck was broken, causing the head to lay in an impossible position. Leaving Melinda’s room, Heath stepped into the living room and leaned against the doorway, bent over at the waist gasping for air.

“Heath?” asked Nate, his eyes panicking at his friend’s shaken countenance, putting a hand on the blonde’s shoulder and kneeling to look in his face.

Gathering himself, Heath answered, “Melinda’s mother. She’s dead. Somebody worked her over and broke her neck.”

Nate’s gray eyes widened with shock and he followed Heath into the bedroom. Heath and Nate covered Melinda’s mother with a blanket, leaving everything else in the room untouched and in it’s state of unnatural destruction.

Nick saw through the open doorway how shaken Heath was and his heart flipped in his chest while he climbed down from the surrey. Closing the front door behind them, Nate took Megan out of Melinda’s arms and whispered in Nick’s ear before the two men walked approximately forty feet away with the confused children. Nick grabbed a passerby, sending the man to fetch the sheriff and the town physician.

Melinda climbed down, staring at her fiancée, seeing his eyes which were unable to hide the anguish and her words shook with fear. “Heath?”

Taking her in his arms, he held on tightly and whispered in her ear. The whispered hushed words tumbled through her brain for a minute before their meaning sunk in and took hold, leaving her to cry out in denial, her scream piercing the heart of the man holding onto her. Her body became dead weight, her legs no longer had muscles and the couple sank to the grass together.

Rocking her gently, Heath’s tears mixed with the tears of the woman he held in his heart and his arms, his firm promise not reaching her ears. The news stopping everything else around her, all she knew was pain and guilt.

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Fred, Howard and Helen were shocked at the whispered news from the marshal after they arrived. Helen walked over and knelt beside the couple in the grass. Melinda’s sobs had stopped but her body was still trembling.

Heath unwrapped his arms from her and said quietly, “Mel, Mrs. Merar will take you and the children to her house. I’ll be there with you after Nate and me speak to Fred.”

The red rimmed stunned green eyes still fresh with tears gazed into the sapphire one and she shook her head, “No, I have to stay here and take care of mother. I can’t leave her like this.”

“Melinda, there’s nothing you can do here now.” pleaded Heath softly, holding her face in his hands.

Her lips trembled and Melinda whispered, “I sent her away and now she’s dead.”

“Mel, it’s not your fault. You didn’t do anything wrong and you couldn’t have stopped it.” assured Heath wiping the tears from her cheeks. “Please take the children to Mrs. Merar’s. They don’t need to be here, honey. Please.”

“You’re right, I’m sorry. They shouldn’t see this.” nodded Melinda, her voice weak from spent tears and emotion, thankful for the strong hands lifting her onto her feet.

Heath gently placed a kiss on her forehead, held onto her arm and lead her over to Nick with Helen Merar. Helen took Megan out of Nate’s arms and Melinda held Timmy’s hand firmly, sending him a small smile, saddened by the fright in his eyes.

Heath put an arm over Nick’s shoulders and pulled him to the side. “Nick, can you go to doc’s and stay with them?”

“Why don’t you come with us, Heath? Fred’ll take care of this robbery and murder. Melinda and the kids need you.” stated Nick quietly.

“I didn’t tell Mel, but it wasn’t a robbery, Nick.” informed the blonde, his eyes hardening with fury. “Whoever did this wasn’t looking for things they could sell and if they were burglars, well, they usually don’t beat a woman and kill her. No, this is something else.”

Nick’s face darkened at the news and he whispered, “I thought her mother went back to Sacramento on Saturday. What was she doing here?”

Heath frowned, “I don’t know, Nick.”

Nate stood quietly by while the brothers conversed and he put a hand on Nick’s shoulder, “I’ll be with Heath. Nick, we need you to watch Melinda and the kids so we can find out what we can.”

“Alright. We’ll wait at Dr. Merar’s til you’re finished and then we can all head out to the ranch.” agreed Nick.

Wrapping his arms around Nick and patting his strong back, Heath whispered, “Thanks, big brother. I’ll feel better knowing you’re there keeping them safe.”

Nate and Heath stood with Fred and Howard until the small group climbed in the surrey. Nick turned the surrey and headed down the street to the physician’s office.

Entering the small house, the men walked back to the bedroom and lifted the sheet to reveal the grisly find. Howard set his bag down on the floor and knelt beside the woman. The lawmen watched while the physician examined the still lady, assisting Howard when asked.

Standing, Howard wiped his hands on a cloth and sighed, “I’d estimate two days ago based on the bruising and stiffness. She left her mark on whoever did it.”

“How do you know that, doc?” asked Fred as he wrote in a small notebook.

Lifting one of the small hands, Howard indicated to the fingernails, “Skin and blood under the nails. I’d venture to say they have some deep scratches on them somewhere.”

“What else, doc?” queried Heath, his blue eyes noting the physician’s slight hesitation.

“The majority of the bruises are on the right side of her face, well, whoever did this could be left handed.” admitted Howard. “I can’t be sure though. It’s just a guess.”

Nate frowned and glanced at Heath, “Nichols is left-handed.”

“Nichols?” repeated Heath. “Yeah, he is but this doesn’t make any sense. He didn’t know Melinda and what would he be looking for in her house? Sides, Nichols isn’t the only left-handed person in the state.”

“Heath, did you say Ciego brought Mrs. Fields into town on Friday night?” asked Fred.

Nodding, Heath stated, “He brought her to the hotel.”

“Let’s check to see if she got a room there. I’ll have the undertaker come for the body, Dr. Merar.” said Fred. “Thanks for your help.”

“Heath, I’ll go see how Melinda is doing.” informed Howard after the men left the house.

“Thanks, doc.” said Heath gratefully.

The lawmen headed to the hotel and obtaining the key from the desk clerk, the three men climbed the stairs. Heath’s face paled slightly when Fred stopped outside the room and put the key in the lock.

“Heath, what’s wrong?” asked Nate in a low voice upon seeing the paleness in his friend.

Wiping his face with a hand, Heath smiled slightly, “Nothing, it’s just this is the room I left through the window instead of the door.”

Nodding, Nate squeezed the blonde’s shoulder and whispered, “Freaky, huh?”

“There’s already too many strange things going on.” whispered Heath with a slight grin.

Turning the key, Fred swung the door open and walked in. The room’s interior indicated a search occurred there also. The three men searched around the small room and nothing was found. Frustrated, they closed and locked the room, headed down the stairs and out onto the boardwalk.

“I don’t get it.” snapped Heath angrily as the men walked towards the physician’s home. “What are they looking for? What’s the motive for killing her? Why here in Stockton and not in Sacramento? All we know is whoever did this sure thought Mrs. Fields had something they wanted.”

“I’ll send a wire to Sacramento to see if Mrs. Fields reported any problems to the law up there. Someone could’ve followed her from there.” suggested Fred. “What does Melinda’s father do? He’ll have to be notified so arrangements can be made.”

Opening his mouth to reply, Heath stopped suddenly and grabbed onto Nate’s arm with a fierce grip. “No, it couldn’t be or could it?”

“What?” asked Nate.

“Melinda’s father’s died over three weeks ago. He was a banker.” stated Heath.

Nate’s head tilted and his gray eyes turned inquisitive, “A banker in Sacramento?”

Nodding, Heath looked into the gray eyes and frowned, “Coincidence or motive?”

“If it’s not a coincidence, Heath, it’d be a very powerful motive. A motive which would cause him to kill anyone who got in his way.” stated Nate, his gray eyes with seriousness as he looked at the other two men.

“If we’re right and he thought Mrs. Fields had the plates, he might think Melinda knows where they are. If we’re right, no sense in giving him three more targets. We’d best get Melinda and the kids to the ranch.” added Heath turning and rushing to the doctor’s office down the street with Nate and Fred following.

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Unable to sleep, Heath dressed and walked down the grand staircase, the mantle of the grandfather clock chimed two times. Scowling at the wooden time piece, Heath entered the study and poured a tumbler of scotch. Standing in front of the french doors, Heath’s eyes gazed up at the stars while the smooth scotch burned his throat as it went down.

Putting his empty glass on the desk, Heath opened the french doors and leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest, letting the cool night air brush against his face. His mind wandered over the past days, his eyes fought the tears which recently seemed to be hovering just behind the orbs.

The ride to the Barkley ranch with Melinda and the children was thankfully uneventful. Stopping at the telegraph office, Nate sent a wire before the small cavalcade continued on its way. Heath watched Mel out of the corner of his eye, her pale face and shakiness concerning him.

Reaching the house, the rest of the family was shocked and upset at the morning’s events. Heath whispered his concerns to his Mother. Victoria saw the look in the emerald eyes of the young woman, her heart cried out for justice to whoever had done this. Victoria and Audra led the young mother and the children upstairs.

The days passed and Melinda seemed to be stunned to the core of her very being from the horrid crime. Her motions almost mechanical without a touch of emotion. She was withdrawn and caring for her children without being aware of doing so.

Sapphire eyes watched, full of concern and unsure of what to do, helpless to bring a spark back into the green eyes of the woman he loved. Victoria felt Melinda was still in shock and sent for Dr. Merar. Howard examined Melinda and prescribed a sleeping agent to help the exhausted woman replenish her strength.

Time would take the shock away, Dr. Merar had stated. But Melinda found her mind constantly wondering if it would ever erase the overwhelming guilt she carried inside. She had sent her mother back to Stockton into the hands of a murderer.

Four days later, Marshal Thane had arrived at the Barkley mansion where tension and worry hung over the mansion like a thick summer fog. Nate, Heath and Marshal Thane sat in the study, discussing the evidence which was uncovered in Sacramento.

“You were right, Thomson.” admitted Thane. “It was more than a coincidence.”

Sighing, Heath nodded, “So, Henry Fields was involved with Dan Nichols.”

“Yes, he was filtering the counterfeit money through his bank. By the way, we found Martha Simmons in Sacramento. She said someone paid her to bring a package to Sacramento.” stated Thane.

Rolling his eyes, Heath snorted, “Sure they did!”

Shrugging, Thane grinned slightly, “Well, we can’t prove she knew she was carrying plates being used to make counterfeit money. All we know is her husband was involved with the counterfeiters and nothing else. We couldn’t hold her on supposition.”

“How’d Mrs. Fields wind up with the plates?” wondered Nate.

“Mrs. Simmons stated she was hired to bring the package to the residence of the Fields. She didn’t know how Mrs. Fields came to have the plates. I’m guessing, she was trying to keep any knowledge of her husband’s illegal activities hidden and out of the public eyes. Seems counterfeiting wasn’t the only thing he was into.” stated Thane. “Nichols probably followed her here to get his plates back and then killed Mrs. Fields for them.”

All eyes turned to the door at the sound of a loud gasp. Melinda stood in the doorway and the men stood up as she walked slowly forward.

“You lied to me. You said it was a robbery.” whispered Melinda, her hands clenched at her side. “You said that’s why my mother was murdered. When did you know?”

“Mel..” stated Heath

“WHEN DID YOU KNOW, HEATH?” screamed Melinda furiously. “TELL ME!”

Nick and Victoria ran into the room at the sound of the screams. Nate and Thane had stepped away from the couple to give them room, mother and son joined the two marshals in watching the drama before them. Holding onto her arms, Heath stared into the angry eyes, his voice was calm and soothing.

“Melinda, does it really matter why she was murdered? The only thing that matters is we have to catch whoever did it.”

Shrugging out of his hold, Melinda’s voice was firm, “It matters to me that you lied to me, Heath. What else have you lied about?”

Clenching his jaw to stop the angry retort, Heath shook his head, “Mel, you’re emotional right now and not thinking clearly. Once you get over the shock, you’ll realize I did what I did for you and the children. There was no reason to cause you further pain, honey.”

“Did you ever consider Heath that Nichols murdered my mother to get to you? Did you consider that?” snapped Melinda, her questions causing Heath to physically flinch.

“Nichols was only after the plates. He wouldn’t know we’d been courting.” reasoned Heath softly, reaching up to caress her cheek.

Pulling her face away, Melinda stepped back. “The children and I are going to Sacramento to settle my mother’s estate. I received word from her attorney today.”

“No! Melinda, you need to stay here.” protested Heath, his anger seeping through.

Melinda turned away and Heath stopped her with a firm hand on her arm, “Mel, we don’t know if Nichols found the plates. You can’t leave and you certainly can’t go alone.”

“I’ll be leaving in the morning.” replied Melinda coolly.

Heath’s eyes flashed with anger, “I can’t believe you’d put the children in danger like this! It’s not right!”

Stepping in front of her fiancée, the others in the room winced at the loud crack as her hand left a stinging mark on Heath’s cheek.

“You have no right to speak to me about right or wrong. You kept the reason my mother was killed from me. You lied! YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO QUESTION HOW I HANDLE MY LIFE!” shouted Melinda, tears burning her eyes while she fled the room.

Heath stood rooted in his spot, the mark of the slap clear on his face, the stinging feel of her hand on his face reaching down into his soul. Victoria followed the sobbing woman and Nick motioned for the others to leave the study.

“Heath, she’s not thinking clearly right now.” urged Nick placing a hand on Heath’s shoulder.

“God Nick, what have I done?” whispered Heath looking into the hazel eyes of his big brother. The torture in the replica of his father’s eyes took the breath out of Nick’s lungs.

Pulling Heath into his arms, Nick held his shaking brother and whispered in his ear, “Heath, you didn’t do anything but try to keep the woman you love from further pain. You did it out of love and when things are clearer, Melinda will realize just that. Give her time to deal with all this and then she’ll be back to herself, you’ll see.”

Nodding, Heath laid his forehead on Nick’s shoulder and fought the tears from spilling out, using his brother’s strength to keep a sliver of hope alive within him.

A hand startled Heath out of his late night thoughts and he turned. Nick’s concerned hazel eyes looked over the weary face of his little brother.

“Heath?”

“I’m okay, Nick.” stated Heath with a small smile which couldn’t reach his eyes.

Keeping his hand on the smaller man’s shoulder, Nick smiled slightly, “With the rest of the family and Hiriam in Sacramento with Melinda and the kids, nothing will happen to them. They’ll be well watched over.”

Nodding, Heath turned his eyes upwards and his throat was choking him with emotion. “The day after grandfather came back from Virginia was supposed to be my wedding day. It should be today and now, I wonder if it’ll ever happen, Nick. I don’t know if she’ll ever forgive me. It seemed like the thing to do at the time.”

“Heath, you can’t give up hope. Everything will get better with time.” sighed Nick, squeezing the blonde’s shoulder again before Heath started to close the french doors.

Both brothers jumped at the sound of the clanging of the fire bell in the ranch yard. Running outside, Nick and Heath stopped at the sight of the burning bunkhouse roof. Men rushed out of the burning building, coughing and sputtering from the smoke. Buckets of water were gathered and thrown on top of the burning building.

Nate Jackson woken from his sleep joined the others in the fight to save the building. Duke at Nick’s shouted order took a head count of the men fighting the fire, relieved that all appeared to have made it out of the inferno.

Silas had set up a small table away from the frantic men fighting the blaze. He was there with the first aid supplies, ready to help if any of the men needed medical attention. Twenty minutes passed before the fire was under control and the damage inspected.

“Thanks, Nate for your help.” stated Nick as the marshal smiled and headed back to house to retrieve more bandages for Silas.

“Go on, Heath. I’ll finish up out here.” suggested Nick with a gentle push towards the house. “Try to get some sleep.”

Heath walked to the mansion and slowly climbing the stairs, he glanced downwards while he brushed at his shirt covered in soot. Looking up, his head exploded in pain and he didn’t feel the effect on his body from the tumble down the grand staircase.

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Martha Simmons was positive the arrival of her nephew at the hotel in Strawberry meant the law was onto the gang. She hadn’t known Heath, now an ex-marshal, was only there to bring a father and son, together face to face, after years of separation. Her assumption killed Matt and Jed, stopped the printing of the bills.

After fleeing Strawberry upon Matt’s death, Martha Simmons traveled to the prison to meet with Nichols, her late husband’s partner. Dan directed the woman to travel to Sacramento and seek out the middle man, Henry Fields. The law arriving in Strawberry forced Nichols to make a desperate escape from prison.

When Martha Simmons arrived in Sacramento with the plates, Henry Fields grew worried and ceased his filtering activities. Martha stayed in Sacramento and was angered weeks later at the news of Fields’ death, his heart attack happening at a most unfortunate time.

Dan Nichols had uncovered Fields’ involvement with an opium dealer and several other less than credible people while working on an unrelated case. Henry Fields held no love for anyone, not even his wife and daughter. All he loved was money and power.

Nichols showed up one day in his office and gave the greedy man an opportunity to expand his net worth in a plan which seemed fool proof. Fields’ acceptance was given after the marshal hinted what he knew and would readily expose if the banker didn’t cooperate.

Henry’s responsibility in the partnership was to filter the counterfeit money to the public using his position within the bank. In the city of Sacramento, the banker was considered an honest citizen and a leader in the community. Such a man was ideal and almost above suspicion.

The plan was simple enough.

Dan and his other partners would print the money. Dan would use his position in the marshal service to help the gang keep one step ahead of his fellow lawmen. Matt and Jed would transport the money to Sacramento and Fields would take care of the rest.

It was a lucrative business for all involved.

Dan Nichols hadn’t planned on Marshal Heath Thomson uncovering evidence against him and Fremont’s nephew signing a confession which lead to his arrest. The only regret Nichols had while he was in prison was he hadn’t killed Thomson years before at the time his mother been murdered by Terry Parker.

Grace Fields who had grown comfortable with the lifestyle her husband provided to her through the years of the loveless marriage, knew why the other woman was in Sacramento. After Henry’s death, she grew frightened of the implications if anyone found out about her husband’s criminal activity. Her mind screamed out at her, shouting she would be considered an accessory if anyone found out what he’d done.

Self-preservation caused her to steal the plates and leave her home behind. She wanted the evidence out of her house and away from anyone who could connect the metal items with Henry.

Arriving in Stockton, Grace’s tears of joy which fell from her eyes at seeing her daughter were real. She had missed her little girl over the years. The shock of finding out her daughter’s beau was the ex-marshal son of the Barkley family caused her to quell up again with fear.

The ideas burned into her psyche from years of degraded living with her husband couldn’t be put aside in a matter of weeks. Those archaic and prejudicial ideas caused her to be sent packing to Stockton, right into the waiting hands of Dan Nichols.

Dan Nichols had done a complete background check on Fields before he’d made his offer to the man and was aware the daughter of Fields lived in Stockton before he arrived with Jack Larkin and Marshal Fogarty. Stockton was the logical place for Grace Fields to head after she stole the plates from the unsuspecting Martha Simmons.

After searching the home of Melinda Rankin thoroughly, Nichols surprised Grace Fields in her hotel room early that Saturday morning. Gagging and tying the woman, he searched the room, coming up empty handed. With a knife held to her side, he forced the woman to the home of her daughter.

Nichols planned on using the daughter and her children as leverage against the mother to get his plates back, but the house was empty. Grace pleaded for her life as Nichols used his hands to force the whereabouts of the plates from her. In the end, his rage caused his hands to snap her neck, stifling her pleas after the location was revealed.

Dan Nichols spent the last year of his life in jail, his desire for revenge, his focus for a chance at escape driving him through the twelve months of hell, he’d been sentenced to by his own criminal activity.

Prison was not kind to those who once were on the side of justice. He struggled to survive against attempts on his life, beatings from the other inmates, beatings from the guards. His features changed drastically in the past year.

Scars graced his once good looking face, lines from constant worry and backwatching made him look older by ten years. His muscles were hardened by the labor and constant battles he waged in his concrete and steel home. His dark hair creased with gray, hung over his ears, a mustache and beard hid the rest of his face.

His dark eyes watched the parade of people arrive at the small house, his fists clenched tightly at the sight of the former blonde marshal. His presence on the roof across the street was hidden from those on the ground.

Grace Fields had revealed to the escaped convict the location where the plates were hidden on the Barkley ranch, in the Barkley mansion. Moving steadily to the trees, he grabbed the reins of his horse and mounted. Pushing the horse into a gallop, he rode while his mind worked.

Dan Nichols had to figure out how to retrieve the plates from the ranch house without being captured or killed. If the marshal service had taught him anything over the years, it had taught him patience. Staking out the Barkley ranch provided Nichols with the opportune time frame he needed.

His dark eyes glittered while the wagon was packed and headed into Stockton. His eyes were thoughtful when he realized only three remained at the house. Moving away from his position, Nichols turned the problem over in his mind, deciding upon a plan of diversion.

Night had long fallen when the trespasser crept closer to the Barkley buildings. Taking a can of kerosene, he pulled himself quietly up onto the roof of the bunkhouse, on the end which was furthest away from the mansion. Spreading the accelerant, he climbed down and lit a cigarette.

Inhaling, the end of the cigarette glowed red and he tossed it up onto the roof. Instantly, the red end ignited the kerosene and it hungrily licked across the roof. Running to the bell which hung from the other corner of the bunkhouse, he rang it loudly and sprinted away from the light of the flames into the darkness of the shadows. Three men ran past him and he crept into the house through the opened front door.

Hurrying up the steps, he opened the door of the nearest room. Stepping to the window, he glanced down to ensure the men were still busy with the fire. Grabbing the dresser, he moved it away from the wall and felt the back with his hand. Striking a match, he frowned at the lack of the items he was searching for.

Leaving the room, he headed to the next room and continued his search. The last room on the left ended his repetitive search. Grabbing the plates, he headed down the hallway to the staircase, hiding behind the curtain when Heath entered the mansion. Grinning widely at his good fortune, Nichols waited and hit the unsuspecting man in the head with his pistol leaving a wide gash over the right eye of his former peer.

Heath crumpled and fall backwards down the staircase, tumbling like a rag doll and landing with a sickening thud on the wooden floor of the foyer below. Heath’s tumbling stopped with his legs on the stairs, his upper body on the oak flooring. He lay still as a rock.

Nate entered the foyer from the kitchen when Nichols was descending the stairs. Dropping the white bandages, his hand froze above his gun when Nichols pointed his pistol and ordered.

“Move and Thomson’s dead.”

His order stopping Nate’s hand. The gray eyes scorched him with their hatred and watched his every move.

“I’m only here for my property.” growled Nichols, moving slowly to his avenue of escape.

Nichols kept his gun pointed at the unaware blonde man and walked around the obstruction on the stairs. Nichols walked backwards to the front door and Nate moved closer to his prone friend. The men mirrored each other’s movements in a half circle pattern. An evil smile spread across the convict’s face and his finger tightened on the trigger.

Jumping sideways and grabbing his gun, Nate felt the bullet enter his body when he landed on the floor in front of Heath. Throwing a shot at the back of the fleeing man, his bullet entered the muscled body and his gray eyes closed.

The sound of gunfire in the house brought the crew and boss running towards the building, their feet stopped at the sight of the man who staggered outside and leaned against the doorframe before he fell to the ground, the metal plates falling into the dirt of the Barkley ranch.

Running into the house, Nick and Duke knelt by the men laying on the floor at the bottom of the stairs, blood from both men mixed in together on the oak floor.

“Someone get the doctor.” ordered Nick loudly from the floor where his shaky hands started to examine the unconscious men.

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“Joe went for the doc and sheriff, boss.” informed Jim. “The one outside is dead.”

Nodding, hazel eyes burned with anger at the large gash on his brother’s forehead. The area of the injury was bleeding profusely, the swelling in the area causing Heath to appear to have a ball under his skin instead of an eyebrow and eye socket.

The strong hands of Nick ran down the limbs of his unconscious brother and his sides, the probing causing groans of pain. Scotty held a cloth to the head wound watching his boss as he made a rough diagnosis.

“Broken ribs, broken left forearm and wrist, split open head and who knows what else.” muttered Nick. “Duke, how’s Nate?”

“He took a bullet in the left side. It’s still in him.” advised Duke working on stopping the bleeding.

“Jim, help me turn Heath while Scotty keeps the bandage on his wound.”

Kneeling on the other side, Jim and Nick carefully turned Heath onto his back. Making a sling out of cloth, Nick’s touch was gentle and firm as he handled the broken extremity, binding it to keep it close to his chest.

The jostling of the arm sent a fiery surge of pain through the unaware man, his head flopped from one side to the other and his right hand reached outward, seeking the cause of the flare up.

“Heath, don’t move.” growled Nick grabbing hold of the seeking right hand and holding it firm in his. “Lay still, Heath!”

Moaning, Heath fought to open his eyes, confused as to why he could only open one. Nick smiled at the cursing from the pain, glad Mother and Audra weren’t there to hear it. He caught the raising of the lid on the left eye and was relieved when a sliver of blue looked outward.

“Nick?” whispered Heath.

“I’m here, little brother.” said Nick placing his face in his brother’s line of sight. “How ya’ feeling?”

“Okay.” was the automatic pain filled whisper.

“Yeah, sure you are.” snorted Nick, holding up two fingers. “How many fingers you see?”

Heath’s eye drooped and he whispered, “Don’t know bout fingers but there’s three of you.”

“I’d venture to say you earned yourself a concussion, boy.” advised Nick with a shake of his head.

“What happened?” moaned Heath before losing the battle to stay awake against the pain stealing him into the darkness.

“Nichols.” stated Nick quietly wondering if Heath had heard him. “Let’s get these two upstairs into bed. Silas, you help Duke take care of Nate til the doc gets here.”

Hours later, the sun was high in the sky and Nick sat in a chair by the bed which contained his sleeping brother, twit brained from laudanum. Left arm and wrist encased in plaster, a wrap wound around his stomach holding his fractured ribs in place, stitches on his forehead covered by gauze held in place by a bandage tied around his head, tufts of blonde hair peeked out from under the cloth. A concussion topped off the list of injuries.

Bruising dotted every part of Heath from his unceremonious fall down the grand staircase. Even though it was carpeted, Dr. Merar stated he’d be feeling every inch of the fall for the next week or so.

Nate lay sleeping in the next room being tended to by a rotating shift of Barkley hands. A mild fever started to rise in the man from the foreign object that had been embedded in his body. The crew volunteered for sick duty when Nate woke briefly to reveal what happened after Dr. Merar took the piece of lead from his ribs.

The marshal’s act of unselfishness had undoubtedly saved their marshal boss. The crew was indebted to the thin man for keeping him alive and keeping his promise to them.

After leaving Heath in Silas’ care at the request of Fred Maden, Nick had followed the sheriff outside and knelt by the expired convict on the ground. Nick’s eyes trailed the deep scratches which graced the face of the dead man.

“I bet he got these from Mrs. Fields.” stated Fred explaining to Nick, the blood and skin found under the nails of Melinda’s mother.

“Now we know who murdered her.” sighed Nick standing. “The boys give you the plates?”

Nodding, Fred motioned to Billy who helped lay Nichols across the saddle. “I have them. Nick, you want me to wire Jarrod in Sacramento?”

“That’d be helpful, Fred.” replied Nick walking the man to his horse. “Marshal Thane went back to Houston. Can you wire him too?”

Agreeing to handle the details and extending their well wishes to the injured men, Fred and Billy left the ranch with the dead man. After handing out work details to Duke for the upcoming morning, Nick relieved Silas and slept in the chair by Heath’s bed.

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Nick stood on the platform, anxiously waiting for the incoming train. Two weeks had passed since Nichols appeared at the ranch. The family members in Sacramento planned to return home immediately at news of the two injured men but Nick’s answer back stated everything was fine and there was no need to rush. In a separate wire to Jarrod, Nick clearly stated he wanted Heath to have time to handle knowing Nichols was Mrs. Fields’ murderer.

Two days later, the blonde’s eyes were guilt ridden at the news given to him when he woke with clarity for the first time. Nick was surprised when after several hours of silence, Heath took hold of his brother’s hand.

“At least we know who did it, Nick.” informed Heath quietly. “Not knowing would be worst, wouldn’t you agree?”

Patting the hand, Nick agreed, “Yeah, you’re right about that.”

“I don’t know..” paused Heath.

“You don’t know, what?” puzzled Nick.

Frowning, Heath sighed, “Nick, well, I don’t know if it’ll make a difference to Melinda or not. She was really angry when she left.”

“I know she was, Heath. I think she’s had enough time to realize she was acting out of grief and sadness.” replied Nick, the hope in his voice not felt inside his heart.

“Maybe. Can I see Nate?” requested Heath, his left eye pleading since the right was still swollen shut.

Putting his hands on his hips, Nick stared down at the battered brother, his face and deep voice thoughtful. “I don’t know, Heath. If a fly flew by it could knock you on your ass.”

A grin flashed across Heath’s face and he said quietly, “As long as you’re by my side, I’ll chance it.”

“Like a shadow, little brother.” assured Nick helping the shaky man to his feet, receiving a one armed hug and a whisper of brotherly love.

Returning the hug, Nick held onto Heath’s arm and assisted him next door. Sitting him in a chair by the bed, he frowned at the sweat running down Heath’s face from the short trip.

“You get worse and doc will string me up.” growled Nick wiping the sweat away with a cloth.

Nate grinned from his place in the bed, “I don’t know, Nick. He looks better to me this way.”

Rolling his left eye, Heath snorted, “Nick, now we know who’s really twit brained.”

Laughing loudly, Nick left the room promising to send Silas up with some food for the two friends. Heath leaned forward and squeezed Nate’s hand.

“Thanks, Nate.” smiled Heath gratefully.

Returning the squeeze, Nate grinned, “Now, I only owe you one.”

“I think you better study math again.” snorted Heath settling back in the chair. “What kind of schools they got in Texas anyway?”

Winking, Nate smirked, “Only the best my friend! Only the best!”

Silas appeared with a tray, his keen ears catching the bantering between the two men and his face widened in a smile. Setting the tray on the bedside table, Silas helped Nate to sit up against the headboard propped up with pillows.

Heath and Nate’s anticipating faces fell when a bowl of porridge was set before each man. Heath groaned from displeasure while Nate stared at the bowl’s contents and poked at it with a spoon.

“Mr. Silas, what’s this? Baby food?” drawled Nate, his lips curled in disgust. “Guess I ain’t got to worry about buying new jeans with grub like this.”

Howard stood in the doorway, unsuccessful in an attempt to hide his grin. Two of the strongest men he knew looked like they wanted to hightail it away from the porridge placed in front of them. Silas shushed the protests and ordered the two to eat as that was all they was getting.

Patting the older man on the shoulder as he left the room, Howard smiled, “You boys be good and eat all that’s in front of you, maybe then we’ll talk about something more substantial.”

Twin glares were directed at the physician before hands slowly made their way towards the spoons and the first tiny step into the porridge diet was taken. After the unsatisfying breakfast, Howard examined both men and helped Heath back to his room to rest. Satisfied with the progress of both men, Howard had left the ranch advising Nick to let him know if anything changed.

Nick’s thoughts were pierced by the sound of the far off whistle of the black shining locomotive rumbling up the tracks. The train crept to a stop at its destination. Nick scanned the passengers disembarking and hurried towards the last car at the sight of Hiriam and then Jarrod climbing down. Reaching up, Hiriam helped Audra to the ground while Jarrod assisted his Mother.

Reaching the family, Nick greeted everyone and answered the multitude of questions launched at him over the welfare of the two injured men. Looking around, Nick asked, “Where’s Melinda and the kids?”

Heath smiled widely, his face bearing the faint traces of bruises, lit up with happiness at the surrey entering the ranch yard. Nate felt a nudge in his side and followed Heath’s trail of sight.

“I swear Heath your sister is more beautiful every time I see her.” drawled Nate with a wink towards Scotty.

Grumbling under his breath, Heath growled, “Keep your eyes off my sister.”

Scotty chuckled as Nate put an arm across his friend’s shoulders, “Now, Heath, I never said that to you about my sister.”

Rolling his eyes, Heath smirked, “No, you just kept trying to get me to marry her so she’d stay out of your hair and off your horses.”

“Well, heck! How many guys ya’ know have a sister that can out ride them?” complained Nate as they walked towards the surrey.

Nate stood by Nick and watched the family greeting their blonde member. Leaning over, he whispered, “Nick, where’s Melinda?”

Not taking his eyes off the reunion, Nick shook his head and Nate swore under his breath. The two men watched as Victoria took Heath’s arm and lead him away from the eyes of the rest of the family.

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There were few times in life which the two older male men of the Barkley family felt helpless and stood with uncertainty filling their very being. Jarrod moved to stand by Nick, the two men walked away from the others, following their Mother and Heath’s path in the distance.

Victoria held onto Heath’s arm leading the gentle man away from the hearing of others. Stopping under a tree, Heath cleared a space and helped his Mother to a place in the shade provided by the outreaching branches. Smiling her thanks, Victoria waited until Heath lowered himself to a spot beside her and leaned against the tree.

Gazing into the light gray eyes, Heath’s sigh was barely audible, “Melinda’s not coming back, is she Mother?”

Taking a hold of his right hand, Victoria’s eyes dropped and she gathered her thoughts while tracing her thumb over the large scarred knuckles. Anger at the young woman’s decision had turned to despair on the trip back to Stockton. Despair as to how to explain one’s life changing decision to another.

Heath closed his eyes briefly, the caress of his hand brought back memories from the familiar touch.

“My mama used to hold my hand like this and run her thumb over my knuckles when she was worried.” informed Heath quietly, catching a look of surprise in his Mother’s eyes. “She was a lot like you, Mother.”

“She had silver hair and gray eyes?” teased Victoria softly, surprised at Heath’s train of thought and conversation.

Flashing a grin, Heath’s eyes sparkled, “No, but you both have the same mother’s touch. If you had met in a different place or in a different lifetime, I think you may have become the best of friends.”

Thoughtful, Victoria squeezed his hand. “If Leah’s soul was anything like yours, Heath, I’m positive we would’ve been. She must have been an extraordinary person to have raised a son by herself, in the conditions she had to.”

Sighing, Heath’s eyes were taken back years, “I know we’ve never spoken about my mama and, uh, father. I think the reason he loved her was because of you, Mother.”

“Because of me?” puzzled Victoria.

“Yes, you two are alike and share many similar traits. You have the same inner glow, the same motherly love, the same laugh and the same sense of what your family means to you. I think Father missed you so much when you were apart, he found you in my mama.” explained Heath, his eyes glistening suddenly.

“Oh, Heath. I’m sorry for the pain it must cause you to see the similarities.” whispered Victoria, her eyes filled with pain. “I never knew you saw those things when you look at me.”

Shaking his head, Heath grabbed her hand, “No, Mother, if anything it reminds me how lucky of a man I am. I’m reminded that I’ve been fortunate enough to have two mothers love me unconditionally, fight for me unselfishly and box my ears when I’ve needed it.”

Laughing, Victoria wiped her eyes and caressed his cheek. “You are my son and that’s my job as a mother. A job I’ve never give up for anything.”

The amusement faded from the sapphire eyes and Heath turned his gaze out towards the horizon. Several minutes passed before his whisper reached her ears, “Life’s not very fair, is it?’

“No, it’s not.” agreed Victoria taking in the bruised profile of her son. Reaching over, she ran her fingers through his blonde hair and saw a single tear trickle out of the corner of his eye.

“In books, I know it’s said love conquers everything, but in reality, sometimes even love cannot overcome. I’d do anything to take this pain from you, sweetheart.” stated Victoria softly, receiving a slight nod at her declaration. “I have a letter. She asked me to deliver it to you.”

“Would you mind if I read it in private?” asked Heath, wiping his cheek as he continued to gaze at the horizon.

Turning his face towards her, Victoria replied, “There is someone for everyone in the world, Heath. Don’t let this stop you from finding that someone. In time, the pain will fade although it may never completely go away and really, it shouldn’t. A part of you will always love her. Remember, you have all of us, your family, to help you when it gets too difficult.”

Staring into the love filled gray eyes, Heath nodded and climbed to his feet. Holding out a hand, he pulled his Mother to her tiny feet and stared at the letter she took out of her pocket.

Taking it in his hand, he placed a gentle kiss on both her cheeks, wrapping his right arm around her, he smiled and kissed her silver hair, “I love you, Mother. I’m glad you’re home.”

Victoria leaned back against the tree, her tearing eyes watched as Heath turned to walk further away from the ranch buildings, seeking a place of asylum to open and read the letter. Nick and Jarrod’s steps towards their brother was stopped by their Mother’s firm command.

“Not now, boys.”

Hours later, sitting on a hill in the middle of the grass blowing gently in the breeze, Heath’s eyes stared at the horizon, his hand clenching the unopened letter. Wiping the sweat from his forehead, he itched under the beginning of his cast, his eyes falling downwards to read the writing.

‘Like a shadow’ written in ink with Nick’s familiar scrawl. A smile lit up Heath’s face and he took a deep breath. His hand shook as he opened the envelope and gently straightened the paper.

Heath,

It is said adversity is the test of one’s endurance and inner strength. I’ve been tested and I have failed. Unfortunately, my weakness has caused those around me a considerable amount of pain from my failure.

I now realize I am not strong enough to stand beside you in the future. I’m afraid and that fear is overwhelming me. I thought my love for you would be enough, but the recent events have proven to me, it is not.

I’m sorry for giving you false hope. I find I am wondering if you’ll always be there for me. You are a wonderful person and deserve someone who will love you without reservation.

I know you were only trying to protect me and the children. You did not deserve the treatment I gave you out of anger and grief. All I can ask is you can somehow find it in you to forgive me for the pain I have caused.

Melinda

Nick and Jarrod found their brother sitting on the hill, eyes closed and facing the setting sun. Heath felt two strong hands squeeze his shoulders and he sighed, the tears having stopped hours ago.

Two older brothers each kept a hand on a shoulder, no words spoken but the connection between the three could be felt all around them in the summer air. Their support given and accepted in the silence of the twilight of the evening.

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Nate Jackson returned to his family’s ranch in Texas a week after the Barkleys returned from Sacramento. Before leaving, he secured a promise to return and visit the Jackson family’s ranch from Heath.

Time was spent in the trial of Barrett and Benton. After the trial, Benton was shipped back east where he was wanted on several other charges and faced more trials. Barrett was sentenced to five years in prison for his role in the attempted kidnapping of Heath Thomson.

The sun rises and the sun sets, days begin and end, time passes even if you want to stop the world from moving. As with all things, there is no constant. Things as constantly changing and there is constantly work to be done on a ranch. The constant work a godsend if one wanted to seek a way to drain themselves physically so the nights were shorter and be worked to a frazzle, falling into a sleep of exhaustion.

So, it was the pattern for several months which the family around the blonde son witnessed and frowned at. Heath worked the ranch during the day, rising early and heading out before anyone was awake.

Stopping his ranch work mid afternoon, he would ride over to the house Hiriam purchased on his return from Sacramento. Working around the building, gave Heath time needed to further enhance his relationship with his grandfather.

Standing in the yard, grandfather and grandson, looked at the house before them. Heath put an arm over the older man’s shoulders and said, “I think you can add construction worker to the list of jobs you’ve done over the years, grandfather.”

Chuckling, Hiriam nodded. “It wouldn’t have been possible without you, Heath.”

Waving off the kind words, Heath took off his hat and wiped the sweatband. Hiriam snickered at the hair pulled back into a ponytail. “I see Nick hasn’t gotten to you yet like he threatened.”

Laughing, the blonde’s head shook and he grinned, “I think Mother hid the scissors.”

Entering the house, Heath sat at the kitchen table while Hiriam made coffee. “How are you doing, Heath?”

Smiling slightly, Heath sighed, “I’m fine, grandfather. It’s not as bad as it was.”

Patting the strong hand, Hiriam nodded, “I’m here if you need to talk.”

Standing, Heath wrapped the older man into a hug, “I know, grandfather. Thank you.”

Walking into the mansion, Heath followed the daily ritual of taking off his gun and hat, placing them on a round table.

“Heath, if I was you I’d hide out in the barn for a while.”

Puzzled, Heath looked over at his little sister, “Why?”

“Nick’s on the warpath.” stated Audra.

“SILAS, WHERE’S MY BLACK VEST?” shouted Nick loudly from his bedroom.

Silas entered the foyer, muttering as he ascended the stairs, “Boys got least ten black vests, think he’d able to find one.”

“What’s got Nick’s britches in a twist?” wondered Heath out loud.

Laughing at the question he heard when he entered the foyer, Jarrod clapped his little brother on the back. “Seems our brother has a date with the new school teacher tonight. It’s taken him months to get her to agree.”

The sapphire eyes lit up. “Really? Months, huh?”

Audra and Jarrod saw the look in the ocean eyes and both siblings smiled widely.

“Yes, Heath. She’s been very elusive.” informed Audra.

“Excuse me!” whispered Heath and ran up the stairs.

Audra held onto Jarrod’s arm and the two giggled happily at the shout of indignation.

“WATCH WHERE YOU’RE GOING, BOY!”

“Sorry, Nick!”

Heath ran down the hallway and down the grand staircase. Flying past Audra and Jarrod, he opened the door and ran outside.

“WHAT’S WRONG WITH THAT BOY?” shouted Nick from the balcony down to his other siblings.

“He didn’t say, Nick.” called Jarrod from below.

Stalking into the foyer, Victoria stated loudly, “Will you please stop running and shouting in the house!”

“Sorry, Mother.” was heard throughout the house.

Jarrod lead Audra and Victoria into the parlor, listening to their events of the day. An hour passed before Heath came running in and slid to a stop on the wooden floor.

“Sorry, Mother.” apologized Heath sitting in a chair and grabbing a newspaper to hold in front of his face.

A raised eyebrow was directed towards Jarrod, who shrugged in response. Nick entered the parlor, bowing at the compliments directed to him from his Mother and siblings. Looking at the raised newspaper, Nick sighed and shook his head, his hazel eyes showing concern.

“Hey, Heath.”

“Yeah, Nick?” asked Heath from behind the paper.

“Heath, I can’t see you with that paper in front of you.” growled Nick in exasperation.

Lowering the paper, Heath looked into the hazel eyes, “Sorry, Nick. You want something?”

“I ain’t seen you for a few days. Where you been?”

“We finished grandfather’s house today.” replied Heath quietly. “It looks real good.”

“That’s great! Well, I better be going.” explained Nick. “I’ll see you all at breakfast in the morning.”

Hearing the front door close, Heath threw the paper to the side and ran to the window. Inside the house, an unearthly howl could be heard from the outside.

“WHAT THE HELL? WHO DID THIS?”

“HEEAAATTTHHH!!!!”

Spying, Nick coming back to the house, Heath ran past the foyer into the study. Nick caught the blue blur running past and followed in a flash. The other family members hurried into the room where Nick was chasing the blonde around the room.

“When I get my hands on you..” threatened Nick.

Heath’s eyes were filled with tears of laughter and his body shaking. “Now, Nick. It was all in fun.”

“What are you boys doing?” asked Victoria, happy to see a spark in Heath’s eyes. “Nicholas?”

Stopping, Nick turned his back to Heath and faced his Mother and other siblings, winking at them, he stated angrily, “Just look at what he’s done! It’s not right, Mother!”

Leading the family out of the study, they left the front door and walked over to the hitching rail. Tied to the rail was Coco, mane and tail braided with bright colored hair ribbons.

Heath leaned against the post and chuckled, “Coco looks as pretty as you tonight, Nick.”

Nick suddenly grabbed the blonde only to find his brother’s reflexes faster and leaving him laying in the dirt on his back, shocked at the turn of events. Heath knelt beside Nick and grimaced, “Sorry, Nick. It was an automatic response.”

“Damn boy, someday you gotta teach me those moves.” groaned Nick accepting the hand and climbing to his feet.

Putting an arm across his little brother’s shoulders, Nick shook his head, “I was wondering what you did with those ribbons. That’s what I get for wondering.”

Smirking, Heath winked, “I’ll take them out for you.”

Heath found his progress stopped with a firm hand on his arm. Looking over, Nick called out, “Scotty, can you take Coco back to his stall and take out his braids?”

The directive causing several hands to bust out with laughter and Nick to turn crimson.

“Nick, ain’t you been trying to get this date for months?” asked Heath after Scotty lead the horse back to the barn.

Clapping the smaller man on the back, Nick shook his head, “Heath, I don’t know who insinuated that but Nick Barkley does not beg women for dates! Com’n Jarrod, let’s play a brotherly game of pool before dinner.”

Nick pulled Heath back into the house, Jarrod followed with his Mother and sister. Their grins hard to keep off their faces at the familiar bantering between their connected family members.

“If ya’ don’t beg, do ya’ bribe them?”

“Boy, you’re lucky I’m in such a good mood!”

“This is a good mood?”

“Smart ass!”

“Twit brain!”

The End