Relative Concerns, Part 3

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.

The continuing saga of Suzanne Weston-Barkley and the Barkley family.

Chapter 53

Closing the door behind Dr. Merar, Heath felt his strength suddenly leave him as the battle of the last three days caught up with him. Leaning against the door, he sighed deeply and ran his hands over his weary face.

Eugene watched his brother from the parlor and made his way to him. “Heath, are you okay?”

Opening his eyes, Heath smiled slightly, “I’m wore out, Gene.”

Eugene replied, “I know, big brother. How about if I fix you a night cap before you go to sleep?”

Pushing himself off the wall, Heath nodded and followed Gene into the study. Accepting the glass, Heath stood by the window and looked at the stars in the sky.

“It’s good to finally see the stars instead of rain clouds.” stated Heath quietly.

Walking over, Gene stood by his shoulder and followed his gaze upwards to the heavens. “Heath, I still can’t believe I’m going to be an uncle two times over!”

Chuckling, Heath clapped him on the back, “Someday you’re gonna be a father too, Gene.”

“That’s a long ways off. I’m happy just being an uncle.” smirked Gene.

Looking into his glass, Heath said softly, “I was real scared for Nick and Sue the past three days, Gene.”

Gene thought at first his ears had been deceiving him when he heard Heath’s quiet words and the emotions that were in them. Heath was never one to share his innermost thoughts. Gene had always assumed that he told Nick whatever was going on in his mind because of the closeness of the two. He had never thought Heath would share those with him.

Putting an arm across his shoulders, Gene smiled, “Heath, do you realize that I’ve only seen Sue a total of four times since she and Nick were officially engaged until now?”

Puzzled, Heath shook his head, “No, I never realized that.”

“Well, that’s it four times. Of course, going to college and studying to be a veterinarian is taking up most of my time.” admitted Gene.

“Yeah, we’re all proud of ya’ Gene.” stated Heath flashing him a lop-sided grin.

“Thanks.” smiled Gene and then a serious look graced his young features, “Heath, after you came into our lives, I was so jealous of you.”

“Me?” asked Heath incredulously.

“Yep. You. Before you came, I was the recipient of Nick’s attention when I was home. After you came, well that changed it all.”

“Gene, when I first came here, Nick and I had some real rough times between us. It wasn’t a good thing to be the recipient of his attention.”

“Yeah, but you still got the attention that I thought should’ve been mine. Whether it was good or bad attention on Nick’s part, I felt like you were stealing my big brother away from me.”

“I’m sorry, Gene.” whispered Heath. “I didn’t know.”

Waving his hand, Gene smiled, “Of course, you didn’t know. I do have some Barkley pride in me. Well, the day before the festival I was out riding and I met Sue on the road to Stockton. I knew who she was but hadn’t formally met her yet. Being neighborly, we sat on our horses and passed the time of day.”

Smiling, Heath said, “I thought you met each other for the first time at the festival.”

Gene grinned, “Formally we met there. Anyway, she knew I was going to college and was asking all kinds of questions about what I was learning, how I liked the school and stuff like that. I knew she was a friend of yours and I was feeling a bit put out, so I started asking her questions about you and your relationship.”

Shocked, Heath looked at his little brother, “You didn’t!”

“I was just so jealous of you and Nick. Anyway, she sat there and answered all my questions. Looking back on it now, I’m surprised she didn’t yank me off my horse.” smirked Gene with a far away look in his eyes.

“Sue looked at me with a real serious look and said, ‘Mr. Barkley, I will be keeping my eye on you to see if you are really good enough to be the brother of my friend.’” stated Gene in a serious voice. “Of course, I had to ask her what she meant by that.”

“What’d she say?” inquired Heath.

“You may be a college boy and getting lots of learning under your belt, but you still have a whole lot of living to do to catch up to Heath. He’s smart in the ways of the world, in the ways of men and those are things you can’t learn in a book. You may think he’s moving in on your place in the family, but mark my words, if you give him a chance you’ll never regret having him for a big brother.”

“What happened then?”

“Then we rode off on our separate ways and met formally the next night at the festival. Her words got me thinking about you and me, the family and the future. After I went back to school, I wrote her to let her know that I did heed her advise and gave you a chance to be my big brother. She wrote back that it was nice that I appeared to be learning something from all that schooling and we have corresponded ever since.”

“You and Sue?”

“Every few weeks, we exchanged letters. Through those letters I’ve become as close to my sister-in-law as I am to Audra, maybe even closer. She really is a special lady, Heath and I’m proud to have her and you in our family.”

Pulling his little brother into a hug, Heath choked on the emotions running through him, “Gene, I couldn’t have a finer family or a finer little brother. Thanks.”

Clapping Heath on the back, Gene replied, “No thanks are necessary, big brother. I’m the better man for knowing you. Now, let’s hit the hay. This is a working ranch!”

Laughing the two brothers headed up the stairs to their respective rooms, knowing their love for each other as brothers was as strong as ever.

Chapter 54

The sun was shining it’s rays of warmth into the room when Nick opened his eyes and smiled at the relaxed face of his wife in sleep. Climbing out of bed, he glanced out the window and realized it was close to ten. Thinking back, he couldn’t remember the last time he had slept this late in the morning. Looking down, he saw Heath, Eugene and Duke heading out of the yard.

Laying down on top of the covers, Nick watched his wife sleeping, resting his hand on her stomach and relishing in the stolen moments of time. His hand moved of its own accord from the gentle kick from his love child. Rubbing her stomach gently, tears of relief and love filled his eyes from the fluttering he felt.

Nick saw the movement of his wife’s head and watched her eyelids open slowly. Drowsy emerald eyes meet love-filled hazel eyes.

“Hi there.” whispered Nick leaning to gently kiss her lips.

Confusion spread across her face as she looked around the room, memories of the buggy ride flashed in her mind and panic filled her voice, “Audra fell out of the buggy! She’s hurt!”

“Audra’s okay, honey.” said Nick quickly cupping her cheek in his palm. “You brought her home, Sue. Doc says she has a mild concussion, but she’ll be fine.”

Her face relaxed as relief ran through her. Sue rubbed her forehead and coughed, “I remember now. I helped Audra home, Mother sent Silas for the doctor and wrapped me in a quilt. I dreamt ya’ carried me upstairs.”

“I did carry you upstairs.” replied Nick softly.

Seeing a look flare quickly in his eyes, Sue asked, “What’s wrong?”

Taking a deep breath, Nick smiled slightly, “You’ve been sick with fever for the last three days, honey.”

“A fever for three days?” repeated Sue her eyes widening with fear. “The baby!”

“The baby’s fine, honey. Strong and steady heartbeat.” assured Nick. “How do you feel?”

“I feel weak.” admitted Sue with a yawn. ”I’m kind of hungry, though.”

Chuckling, Nick kissed her mouth firmly and jumped off the bed grabbing his clothes from the chair, “I’ll see what I can rustle up for you. Doc says you have to stay in bed for at least a week.”

“Okay.”

Her quiet agreement to the doctor’s orders caused Nick to stumble as he was sliding his leg into his pants. Looking at her intently, he finished dressing, helped her up to recline against some pillows and sat on the bed, “No arguments about staying in bed?”

“No.” whispered Sue quietly tears forming in her eyes. “I don’t want to take a chance on anything happening to the baby. For the next two months, I’m going to be extra careful and not do anything reckless.”

Caressing her cheek, Nick smiled, “Sue, you didn’t do anything reckless or wrong. It’s not your fault you were caught in the rain and got a chill from it. Sometimes things just happen.”

“Nick, what if the baby had died? I don’t think I’m strong enough to go through that again.” replied Sue her eyes falling down from his.

Tilting her chin up, Nick shook his head, “Honey, you’d never intentionally hurt our child. You don’t have to shut yourself in this room for the next two months. If you did that, you’d be miserable. I don’t want you to remember the last two months of your pregnancy that way.”

Closing her eyes briefly, Sue nodded and looked into the concerned hazel eyes, “Okay, but I’m gonna stick close to the house for the next two months.”

Smiling widely, Nick wrapped her in his arms. “That’s fine with me. Now, what would you like for breakfast, uh, lunch?”

“Eggs and toast.”

“Okay.” grinned Nick walking to the door.

“No, wait! Ham sandwich.”

“Okay.”

“No, soup and a ham sandwich.”

Opening the door, Nick said, “I’ll bring it up for you, but first I’m gonna get someone to sit with you.”

“Nick!”

Poking his head back into the room, he smiled, “Yep?”

“And some cookies, too!”

“Anything else?” sighed Nick.

“Can ya’ bring me some of Audra’s pickled cucumbers?” asked Sue.

Crunching up his face in disgust, Nick winced, “Sure, honey. Be right back.”

Chapter 55

The two pregnant women of the Barkley household were showing Charity and Jack the nursery after enjoying the Thanksgiving feast prepared by Silas. Sue sat in the rocking chair with Emily in her arms, enjoying the sleeping baby and listening to the conversation going on around her.

Kneeling by the rocker, Jack whispered, “Just think, boss. In a month and a half, you’ll be a mother.”

Smiling, Sue nodded, “It seems like it was just yesterday that we moved here from Texas. Now look at us. You have your own family and I’m starting mine.”

“It’s a wonderful thing, Sue.” grinned Jack. “Do you need any help with Christmas shopping for your in-laws? I know the boys would help if you needed it.”

“Thanks, but Gene is going to pick up the last thing on my list when he goes to Sacramento on Saturday.” stated Sue. “Do you need some help?”

Chuckling, Jack shook his head, “No. Charity already told me what I was getting her.”

Nick stood in the doorway of the nursery watching Sue rock Emily. The laughter from her and Jack brought a wide grin to this face as he asked “What are you two up to?”

“Just catching up, Nick.” replied Jack with a wink. “Since the boss can’t ride to the ranch, it’s hard to keep that crew of ours in line. I was just getting some advise on how to handle them.”

Rolling her eyes, Sue smirked, “Yeah, right!”

“I really like the nursery.” smiled Charity taking the waking Emily from her friend. “Suzanne, this looks like the same crib you put together for us.”

“Sue put a crib together for you?”

Laughing, Jack nodded, “I couldn’t figure the directions out. It only took the boss about three hours to do it.”

Pushing herself up from the rocker, Sue edged her way to the open door with Sonja quietly following. Turning, Sue was stopped short of escaping by Heath who stood in the doorway with his arms folded across his chest.

Looking at his wife and sister-in-law, Nick shook his finger at them, “You cheated! You two should be ashamed of yourselves!”

“No, we didn’t! You never asked if we put one together before.” stated Sue firmly.

“She’s right, Nick. Neither of you asked.” said Sonja with a smile. “So, we won fair and square.”

Jack and Charity looked at each other puzzled by the two couples in front of them. Sitting beside each other on the sofa in the room, they watched the battle playing out in front of them.

“Cheating on your own husbands.” chided Heath shaking his head in consternation at the two blushing women.

“Well, you don’t have to make it sound so dirty, Heath!” retorted Sue.

“It was a dirty thing to do!” snapped Nick.

Sonja looked at her friend and sighed, “Okay, we’ll repay the bet.”

“No way!” replied Sue. “You two gambled and you lost. Same thing as if you bet on a horse race. You take your chances when you place a bet.”

“She’s got you there, boys.” interjected Jack from the sidelines. “Gambling is gambling.”

Nick rolled his eyes, “Easy to see which side you’re on Jack.”

“Don’t pick on Jack, cause you know I’m right.” smirked Sue.

Nick’s words were cut off by Charity, “You all should be ashamed of betting against each other. I think we should go back downstairs. Mrs. Barkley will be wondering what happened to us.”

Agreeing, Nick took his wife’s arm and whispered in his ear, “I still say you cheated.”

“Sore loser.” whispered Sue laughter sparkling in her eyes.

Walking by with his wife, Heath growled to Nick, “Told you that bet was a bad idea.”

Chapter 56

The youngest Barkley son was on his way back to Stockton, the gift his sister-in-law requested he pick up, tucked safely away in his valise. Riding the train, he tried reading but was unable to concentrate.

Looking out the window, his thoughts turned to his family. He was on break from his school for Christmas and headed back to his home after doing his sister-in-law this one favor. Grinning, he knew that Nick and Heath would have made the trip for her but they would not have wanted to spend the time away from the ranch or more importantly, their expectant wives.

In a month, he would be an uncle for the first time. His heart swelled with love and pride when he thought of his family. Nick and his wife, Sue, had been through the burning fires of purgatory together since their first meeting. Soon, they would hold the little baby that was already fully entwined in their hearts, in their hands. Four months later, Heath and Sonja would be holding their own bundle of joy.

He and Heath had grown closer as brothers. After helping Nick fight the fever waging in his wife, Eugene had helped Heath on the ranch. During this time, Heath and he had found time to talk and share their hopes for the future. Working alongside Heath, he could see the respect the men had for him not as a boss, but as a rancher and a man. His blond brother had worked hard at gaining their respect and it was not taken lightly.

Sue Weston had been correct that day so long ago, ‘if you give him a chance you’ll never regret having him for a big brother.’ He had never regretted letting Heath into his heart and into their family.

The quiet man’s place was so engrained in the Barkley family, it was hard to remember when he wasn’t there. Soon there would be a new generation of Barkleys to carry forth the tradition of family and run the empire that Thomas Barkley had created.

The train slowed as it arrived in Stockton, the sun setting in the west was treating the California citizens to a spectacular color show. Taking up his valise, Eugene jumped down off the train and headed to Jarrod’s office with a shadow following him. He was home a day earlier than expected and if his brother were working, he could catch a ride home with him. Arriving at the building, he tried the door but it was locked. Turning around, he headed to the livery.

“Hey Gene!”

Looking at the man on the wagon, Eugene grinned, “Davey! How you doing?”

“Doing just fine. You just get in?” asked Davey.

“Yeah. I’m on my way to rent a horse since Jarrod’s not in his office.”

“No need to do that. I’m headed out of town, I’ll run you by the ranch.” offered Davey.

“If it’s not too much trouble, that’d be great!” replied Gene climbing up onto the seat. “How’s Mary Ellen?”

Snorting, Davey shook his head and started the horses forward, “Don’t ask!”

Laughing, Gene and Davey traded stories as they made their way to the Barkley ranch unaware a lone man was behind them and galloping towards them, striving to reach the slower moving wagon before it reached it’s destination.

Chapter 57

In life, they say there are no sure things and no pots of gold at the end of the rainbows. They are wrong, there are two sure things that will happen to everyone eventually: death and taxes. Taxes can slowly siphon the life out of you and with death, you can only hope it’s quick and painless.

It is often said that confidence is a wonderful attribute for a person to possess. A person who exudes confidence finds others drawn to them as if they were a magnet. Confidence bolsters oneself up higher than most people around them. Yes, confidence is a wonderful thing for the normal person. Confidence is a tool that can be used by most people, but to a ‘confidence man’, lying, stealing and cheating are better tools.

The confidence man uses his arrogance, his brains and the confidence in his skills to lie, steal and cheat the unsuspecting individual out of what is rightfully theirs. As if he were a magician, he uses slight of hand techniques, mirrors and smoke to get his foot in the door. Once his foot is in, the rest of his body follows. Like an eight-tentacle octopus, his hands will be moving quickly and you won't be able to see what he has done until he slithers away, his tentacles stop moving and the smoke has cleared. By then, your money, prestige and pride are gone. Sure, you could get them back, but the damage to the psyche has already been done.

Eric Fletcher thrived in the underworld of the criminals of society, a small group of people that fed on the miseries and good fortune of others. At least he did thrive there until the botched kidnapping of one, Nicholas Jonathan Barkley. Even now, he could not understand how the Barkleys found out about his ill-fated partners so quickly. To him, it was an enigma that plagued his thoughts, his schemes and weakened his confidence in the skills he relied on.

He had always prided himself on planning, planning and more planning. The groundwork he laid in the past had never failed him. He worked diligently at what he did, never flying off the handle or by the seat of his pants. Planning, he knew was the ultimate key to success in his undertakings and his escapes.

If one was planning to rob a bank, they should watch the habits of the people employed there. What time did they leave home for work? What time did they arrive in the morning? Did they leave for lunch? Did they eat in the bank or outside the bank? Were they happy in their lives or were they miserable and looking for excitement?

People are creatures of habit. Someone’s habits could be learned if one was patient enough to spend the time to secure the knowledge. A reliable and consistent bank manager was better than a man who was given to spontaneous acts. A reliable person could be counted on to act a certain way, in a certain manner. Spontaneous people would only lead down the path to disaster. Their habits were not hewn into wood, their acts more strewn about like dust in the wind. You couldn’t plan around spontaneity.

Eric Fletcher had planned thoroughly before the kidnapping of Nick Barkley. He had obtained as much information as he could on members of the Barkley family and Suzanne Weston. Learning from Ramona how the crew of the Weston ranch felt about their boss, he had obtained information on those men as well.

He had gained his information from financial records, newspapers articles and individuals who traveled in the same social circles as the Barkleys. He had traveled to Texas and gleamed information out of people about Suzanne Weston without their knowledge. He gathered all the data he could, reviewed and memorized it. He had thoroughly planned and yet, he failed.

His failure could have been blamed on the rotting post Brad Mason had tied Barkley to. Mason had not taken the time to thoroughly examine the post. If he had examined it, he would have seen the rot inside of it. He failed to do that, thus, Nick Barkley was able to escape.

His failure could have been blamed on the fact that he joined with the siblings knowing of their revenge scheme against Suzanne Weston. When emotions are involved, sometimes the actions derived from the emotions take precedence over thinking wisely. Thus, in the siblings lust for desire they had shot Nick Barkley as he was escaping. In turn, Suzanne Weston had shot and killed his sibling partners.

His failure could have been blamed on lack of focus. When one was participating in a criminal act, one should focus on one ultimate goal. He knew this and against his better judgment, he let the lure of the payoff at the end convince him to join with the siblings, knowing the revenge they sought was another goal that was added. Thus, there was not one goal but two. Henceforth, the focus of the criminal act had been split when it should have been tunneled towards one goal.

Or was his failure due to not planning properly? He had plenty of time to consider his failure, review what had occurred prior to and after the bungled job. He felt his planning could not have been better, but still he had nothing to show for his months worth of wasted efforts. Eric Fletcher was not a person given to spontaneous acts of any kind, he believed in the constant and the reliable.

‘Planning is the key to any successful plan’, thought Eric Fletcher with a wry grin, his features masked by the beard and mustache, keeping an eye on the man two rows in front of him. ‘Then, what the hell am I doing following Eugene Barkley on a whim?’

Chapter 58

Amigo rolled eyes in response to the gentle words that were being spoken to him. The currycomb making its way across his body, creating a shine to his coat. The hands on him were strong and small. The movements quick and sure.

Sue brushed the black and spoke to him as if he could understand her. Her voice low and soothing. Her belly which had seemed to grow overnight protruded outwards. Finishing the grooming, she left the stall and sat on a bale of hay petting Nicodena. The cat purred its contentment and looked upwards at her mistress with half closed eyes.

This time spent in the barn was part of the daily ritual the woman rancher had established to occupy her day. Rising, she would have breakfast with her husband and brother-in-law. Afterwards, she would see them off and help Silas clean up the kitchen.

When the rest of the family rose, she would sit at the table and enjoy their company. Afterwards, she would spend time with Silas in the kitchen watching him go about his duties and talk about life in general.

Before lunch, she, Sonja and Audra would take a short walk to exercise her leg and get out in the sunshine of the cool December month. Audra was excited and anticipating the upcoming holiday. Her vivaciousness always enlightened the day of the other two women. Lunch would be served to the members of the family present and afterwards, the two pregnant women of the house would indulge in a nap.

Feeling refreshed after the nap, Sue would venture to the barn to groom Amigo and spend time with Nicodena. Ciego would keep a close eye on the boss’ blossoming wife. He looked forward to the little ones that would soon be running around the Barkley ranch.

Sighing, Sue put Nicodena down and put her hand behind her to push up from the bale. Her movements stymied by the large belly. Frowning, she tried again but to no avail.

“Ciego!”

Rushing into the barn, Ciego stopped in front of the red-faced woman. “Si, Mrs. Barkley?”

Sue smiled slightly. “Ciego, I need some help.”

“What can I do?” inquired Ciego.

“I can’t get up.” groaned Sue embarrassment flaring across her face.

“That I can do, Mrs. Barkley.” smiled Ciego holding his hands out to the woman. Grabbing hold of the large hands, Sue felt him lift her from the bale of hay.

“See, not so hard.”

Laughing, Sue patted his arm. “Thank you, Ciego. I thought it was bad enough that I couldn’t see my feet.”

Shaking his finger at her, he replied, “No, no, is not a bad thing. It is a good thing.”

Sue nodded and smiled, “Thanks again.”

Walking slowly out of the barn, Sue headed to the house to help Audra finish wrapping the presents for the children at the orphanage.

Sitting at the table, the women were surrounded by colorful paper, ribbons and bows. Victoria smiled as Sue glanced at the clock for the fourth time. Her outgoing and active daughter-in-law would fidget this time of the day. Sonja on the other hand would knit or crochet to pass the time. Sue was unable to do these forms of needlecraft even though they had tried to teach her.

Sue had to find ways to occupy herself while keeping her promise to her husband to stay close to the house until the baby was born. Her restlessness would increase as the time drew near at the end of the day waiting for the men to return from their work. Her eyes containing wistfulness as they explained how they spent the day working. When Jarrod was home, she would help him in the study by looking up precedence or laws. Jarrod, however, was in Modesto completing his shopping for the holiday.

Putting away the wrapping supplies, they carried the gifts into the living room and placed them by the decorated tree. The house smelled of pine mixed with cinnamon and nutmeg. Silas brought in a silver platter and placed it on the table. Thanking him, Victoria poured the tea, handing each woman a cup.

Glancing again at the clock on the mantle, Sue set her cup down and walked over to stand by the window. The sun had set and darkness was covering the land, but still no sign of Nick and Heath. Feeling a gentle hand rubbing her back, Sue smiled at her mother-in-law, “Mother.”

“Have you ever heard the expression a watched pot never boils?” asked Victoria.

Chuckling, Sue nodded, “Yes, I have.”

“They’ll be here soon.” said Victoria softly. “Something must have come up.”

Sighing, Sue nodded, “I know.”

Kissing her cheek and giving her a hug, Victoria put her arm in Sue’s, “How about a game of chess to pass the time?”

Nodding, Sue let herself be lead into the study where the chessboard was set up. Sitting at the table, Sue tried to concentrate on the chess pieces before her. The concentration of both women dwindling with the progression of the clock hands.

“Sorry, Mother. I can’t seem to focus.” apologized Sue walking to the french doors and staring at the stars.

“The boys should be home soon. I think I will tell Silas to serve dinner.” replied Victoria squeezing the shoulder of her daughter-in-law.

“I’ll be out shortly.” smiled Sue before returning her gaze to the outside for a few minutes longer.

Walking to the door, Sue gasped and held onto a nearby chair.

“Mother!”

Chapter 59

The fence repair and round up of the missing cattle had taken longer to complete than the brothers anticipated. Darkness had fallen hours ago as the crew and the two weary ranchers stabled their horses and made their way to the house. They stopped in their tracks at the sight of Audra and Victoria helping a pale Sue walk across the foyer with Sonja following behind.

“Sue!” exclaimed Nick rushing over to take his mother’s place and Heath took Audra’s.

“Too early.” gasped Sue as the pain in her back screamed again, clutching onto Nick her face contorted with pain.

“Ciego has gone for Dr. Merar. We need to get Sue upstairs and into bed.” stated Victoria.

Picking her up between them, Nick and Heath carried her up the stairs and placed her into the bed.

“Nick, it’s too early.” moaned Sue fear widening her eyes, forming tears. “I’m scared! Please stay with me!”

“I’ll be right here. Don’t be scared, Sue.” Holding her hand, Nick wiped the sweat off her forehead. “It’s gonna be okay, honey.”

Victoria sent Heath and Sonja to get water and towels and closed the door behind her. “Nick, we have to get her into a nightgown. Then you’ll need to wash and get into clean clothes.”

Nick helped change his wife and grabbed some clean clothes. Placing a kiss on her forehead, he whispered, “I’ll be right back honey, I promise.”

“Okay.” whispered Sue.

Hours seemed to pass quickly to Nick and slowly to his wife. Holding her hand, Nick winced in pain from the squeeze she subjected it to when the pain hit again.

“Look at me, Sue!” urged Nick placing his face in her line of sight when he saw the panic flaring in her eyes from the upcoming contraction.

Sweat beaded onto her forehead, her breath coming in gasps as the pain flared and then subsided. Wiping the perspiration from her face, Nick and Sue kept eye contact with each other. The contractions coming more frequently and harder. The repetition of the exercises exhausting the woman laying in the bed. Closing her eyes and resting between each session, trying to replenish the strength that was being drained from her. When the pains started and she opened her eyes, Nick was there helping her through.

Neither noticed the arrival of Dr. Merar from the focus they had on each other as another contraction came.

“I’m right here, honey!” Nick repeated over and over as the pain worsened and then subsided again.

Sitting his bag down, Howard said quietly, “Sorry I’m late. Nick, I need to examine your wife. You’ll have to leave.”

“No!” stated Sue clutching onto her husband’s arm. “Nick stays!”

Looking at the physician, Nick smirked. “Sorry, doc. You heard the boss.”

Sighing, Howard nodded, “Okay.” Washing his hands, he checked her progress and then listened to the heartbeat of the impatient baby.

“Doc, it’s too early.” said Sue in an exhausted voice.

“Well, it appears someone doesn’t want to wait til after the New Year.” replied Howard with a wink. “Just a few weeks early, but this is not uncommon. You’re progressing nicely, Sue.”

“If ya’ say so.” moaned Sue as another contraction started and Nick urged her on.

Nothing in life had ever prepared Nick Barkley for this moment. He had dreamed of how it would be, but the dreams paled in comparison to the reality of this moment in time. After eight hours of exhausting labor suffered through by the side of his wife, Nick stepped outside the room cradling his son.

Smiling at the anxious faces of the Barkley family and Silas, Nick put his son into his brother’s arms as tear-filled blue eyes met tear-filled hazel eyes.

“Heath, may I introduce your godson, Colton Heath Barkley.”

“Nick!” called Victoria from the room.

The blood drained from Nick’s face as he hurried up the stairs, leaving his son in the arms of his little brother.

Chapter 60

His heart was threatening to explode in his chest as he burst into the room. His eyes rapidly taking in the exhausted smile of his wife, her auburn hair wringing with dampness from the sweat on her and the grin of Dr. Merar before he looked down in shock at the second baby his mother placed in his arms.

Pulling the shocked man out of the room into the hallway by the arm, Victoria closed the door behind her. Wiping her tears at the sight of her sons holding the babies, she smiled “Another boy.”

Nick was mesmerized by the tiny fingers that had a firm grasp on his index finger. “Two boys?” whispered Nick in awe. “Is Sue okay? Can I see her?”

“She’s fine and no you can’t see her right now, Nick.” said Victoria kissing his cheek and opening the door, “I’ll let you know.”

Sonja stroked the delicate skin of Colton’s cheek, the dark hair on his small head a contrast to the blond fuss that graced the other head, “They’re beautiful, Nick. Do you have a name for your second son?’

Shaking his head, Nick replied, “No. Twins? I can’t believe it.”

Heath whispered, “They’re so small and quiet. Hard to believe they may be like you one day, Nick.”

Nick smiled, “Yeah, I know…Hey, is that an insult?”

Heath placed a kiss on his Colton’s forehead and chuckled, “Would I insult the father of my godson and his brother?”

Reaching over with his right hand, Nick grabbed the back of Heath’s neck and gave him a little shake, “I should hope not, brother Heath or you’ll have to answer to the mother of my twins.”

Sonja watched the love flowing out of Nick’s eyes at her husband and felt her eyes welling with tears at the emotions the big man was openly displaying. Heath flashed him a lop-sided grin and a wink in response.

Clearing his throat when the moment between the two brothers was over, Silas said quietly, “Mr. Nick. Mr. Heath. Sheriff Maden is here.”

“Okay, Silas.” said Nick. “Silas, can you take son number 2?”

Smiling widely, Silas took the baby in his dark gentle hands, “Looks just like you, Mr. Nick.”

“Thanks, Silas” grinned Nick while Heath handed Colton to his wife. Heading downstairs together, the brothers greeted the sheriff.

“Fred, you are looking at the proud father of twin boys!” boasted Nick clapping their old friend on the back.

“Congratulations Nick! Wonderful news.” smiled Fred.

“Thanks! What brings you out here?” asked Nick.

Sighing, Fred frowned, “Well, it seems we have a couple citizens missing.”

“What do you mean missing?” asked Heath overcoming his shock first.

Twirling his hat in his hands, Fred replied, “Davey Hinton went for supplies yesterday afternoon and never made it back to the ranch. Jack found the wagon on the road to the ranch with a busted wheel. Horse was gone, but there was no sign of Davey.”

“That doesn’t make any sense, Fred. Davey can make the ride to either of the ranches with his eyes closed.” stated Nick puzzled. “You said a couple citizens?”

“Jack found a valise in the wagon with the initials of EB. He opened it and looks like it’s Eugene’s from the veterinarian book on top of the clothes. We can’t find him either.” Fred informed the stunned brothers.

“Eugene wasn’t due back til today.”

“He must have got back early and caught a ride with Davey.” suggested Heath. “Let’s get some of the men together and spread out, Fred.”

“Jack’s men are checking around their ranch.”

Nodding, Nick agreed, “I’ll just get my gun and hat.”

Heath held onto Nick’s arm stopping his flight, “Nick, you ‘re not going. Duke and I’ll take the men out.”

“Heath..”

“Nick, your wife needs you here. If Sue knows Davey and Gene are missing, she’s gonna be mighty upset. I don’t think that’d be good for her seeing how she just had two babies.” smirked Heath. “You know how stubborn she is, Nick.”

Running his hands through his dark hair, Nick sighed in defeat, “Yeah, you’re right. I’ll just let Mother and the others know. You’ll send word as soon as you find out anything, right?”

“As soon as I can, big brother.” assured Heath strapping on his gunbelt and giving Nick’s shoulder a squeeze before leaving with Fred.

Chapter 61

Eric galloped down the road leading to the Barkley and Weston ranches. He was familiar with the area since one step in his planning of a job was to obtain maps of the surrounding land and familiarize himself with it. As darkness fell, he slowed the horse not wanting a repeat of the last time he tried to catch someone on the road and missed his chance when they turned off. Seeing the outline of a wagon a little further down the road, he made his way to it smiling at the sight of the two men contemplating what to do with the wheel.

“Davey, we can just walk to the ranch and bring another wagon back.”

“Walk! I hate walking. That’s why they have horses.” grumbled Davey. Gene shook his head and smiled slightly knowing some of the men on his family’s ranch felt the same way as well as his older brothers.

“We can unhitch the horse and one of us can ride to the ranch.”

“Yeah, now that’s better thinking college boy!” smiled Davey. “Hey, someone’s coming.”

Standing, the two boys greeted the stranger who dismounted and looked at the wagon “Howdy, wheel break?”

Davey smiled, “Sure did. We were just debating what to do.”

Nodding, the man asked, “What did you decide?”

“One of us will be riding to the ranch for a new wagon.” replied Davey casually turning his back to the man intent on unhitching the horse, seeing only darkness greeting him as the pain flared in the back of his head.

“Don’t move!” stated Eric coldly aiming the pistol.

The unexpected brutality from the stranger caused Gene to still his movements and ask, “What the hell do you want, mister?”

Smirking, Eric replied “I want the ransom money that I should’ve had for your brother. Since I didn’t get it for him, I’m gonna get it for you two.”

Staring at third man from the botched kidnapping, Gene felt the reality of the predicament run a cold chill up his spine. Pushing Gene backwards with the gesture of his pistol, Eric pulled the unconscious wrangler into the center of the road and held the gun to his temple, “Unhitch that horse and don’t try anything or Hinton’s dead.”

Hesitating, the wheels in Eugene’s mind turned, stopping as the man sneered, “Doesn’t matter to me if I take both or only one of you. You wouldn’t want to try to explain his death to your sister-in-law, would you? Seeing as how fond of her crew, she is.”

“No.” replied Eugene coldly unhitching the horse and cursing silently that he packed his gun in his valise instead of putting it on before heading home.

Keeping an eye on the young Barkley, Eric ordered him to put Davey across the back of the horse. Struggling with the dead weight of his unconscious friend, Eugene was finally able to get Davey up on the horse. Gasping for air from the struggle, Gene’s blood boiled as Eric said, “You know, if we run across your blonde sister maybe she’d like to join us.”

Turning sharply, Gene shouted, “You stay away from my sister or I’ll kill you!”

Laughing at the rage in his eyes, Eric smiled, “I’ll do what I want and you won’t be able to stop me, boy! She’s just the kind I like, innocent and pure. I can feel her now.”

Seeing red, Gene lunged and knocked the gun aside propelling Eric back unto the ground. Punches flew wildly between the men as the scuffle ensued on the ground. Scrambling for the upper hand, the dust rose from the rolling on the ground, fists on flesh sounded in the still night air.

Landing a solid right, Eric pushed the unconscious man off him unto the ground and wiped the blood that was flowing from his nose. Grunting in surprise at the marks the young man left on his face and body, he threw him on back of the horse and tied the hands and feet of both men.

Chapter 62

Nick stood looking at the door that Heath and Sheriff Maden left through to start the search for Eugene and Davey, a dark look gracing his handsome features. Feeling a hand on his back, he turned and smiled at his Mother holding Colton while Audra held his second son.

Audra smiled, “Nick, where is Heath going?”

“We have to talk.” stated Nick leading the ladies into the parlor.

Sitting on the sofa, Audra and Victoria watched as Nick paced the room gathering his thoughts. Stopping, he sat on the coffee table in front of them and took a shaky breath.

“Mother, Heath and the men are riding with Fred. Gene and Davey Hinton are missing.” said Nick quietly listening to the gasps of the two women.

“Nick, I think you better start at the beginning.” stated Victoria.

Explaining what had brought Fred to the ranch, Nick shook his head. “Heath and I don’t think it’d be a good idea for Sue to know right now. Heath will send word when they know something.”

“I think you’re right. We won’t tell Sue, but Sonja needs to know.” agreed Victoria squeezing his hand. “Now, let’s go see your wife. Audra, can you make some tea and sandwiches for Sue?”

“Yes, Mother.” said Audra handing the baby to Nick, wiping her eyes and heading to the kitchen.

Looking at the sleeping blond babe in his arms, Nick sighed, “I can’t believe just a short time ago, I was ecstatic, so proud and now…”

Standing with Colton in her arms, Victoria placed a kiss on his cheek, “Nick, you have every reason to be ecstatic and proud. Your wife has given you two beautiful babies. Don’t feel you can’t rejoice over this miracle of life. Gene and Davey will be fine, I’m sure of it.”

Smiling slightly, Nick nodded and followed his mother up the stairs to the bedroom. Entering, Victoria placed Colton in his mother’s arms and left the room with Sonja and Dr. Merar.

Sitting on the bed beside her, Nick placed a tender kiss on her lips. “How are you doing, honey?”

“I’m tired but so happy.” replied Sue with a smile.

“We make beautiful babies and they have all their fingers and toes.”

Laughing softly, Sue caressed his cheek, “Nick, what’s wrong?”

“Why do you think something’s wrong?” asked Nick.

“Because your smile is not reaching your eyes, darlin’. What is it?”

Shrugging, Nick smiled slightly “I was real worried about you and the babies. I’m a little tired too.”

Looking at him intently, Sue nodded, “It was scary for me, too. But having you there gave me the strength I needed.”

“I’ll always be there for you.” whispered Nick kissing her lips again. “I love you.”

“I love you.” smiled Sue. “We do have to decide on another name since we have received this unexpected surprise.”

“Yes, we do Mrs. Barkley.” grinned Nick. “Do you have any ideas?”

Gene grimaced and wiped his face on the material of his sleeve. His stomach hurting from the pounding it was receiving from laying across the back of the trotting horse.

“Davey. Davey.” whispered Gene trying to see the man beside him in the darkness receiving a low groan in response to his whispers.

“Davey!”

Pounding like a sledgehammer made itself known to Davey as he fought his mind to obey the urging voice whispering to him. Trying to move his arms, he didn’t know why they wouldn’t work. Nausea became another companion to him as he lost the contents of his stomach.

“Davey, you okay?” asked Gene concerned by the sounds and smells coming from his friend.

“What?” whispered Davey after several minutes.

“You okay?”

“Happened?” was the agonized painful whisper.

“It’s Eric Benson.” stated Gene.

“Who?” inquired Davey the orchestra playing in his head preventing his mind from wrapping it’s thoughts around the name. Unable to keep his eyes open, he welcomed the dark hole he fell back into.

“The one that helped kidnap Nick. He’s after the ransom.” replied Gene. “Davey?”

No response was received from the wrangler and the horses continued on their way to the location Benson had selected. Letting his head fall onto his arm, Gene let his thoughts wonder to his family and his friends on Sue’s ranch.

‘I gotta get us out of this.’ thought Gene knowing Davey was unable to protect himself in his current condition and the safety of his friend lay in his hands.

If Eric Fletcher had been looking into the eyes of the youngest son of Thomas Barkley, he would have been surprised, maybe wary, at the determination and the sudden aging of the blue eyes at the responsibility that had been laid at his feet.

Chapter 63

Before the sun was rising above the horizon, Eric Fletcher was dismounting from his horse in front of the abandoned house that had been the original holding place for Nick Barkley. Stretching his back from the long ride, he walked back to the other horse. Lifting the head of Davey Hinton by his hair, he noted the state of unconsciousness and wrinkled his nose at the smell of vomit. Cutting the rope that held the wrangler onto the horse, Eric pushed and listened to the sound of the body hitting the ground with a thud.

Gene grimaced when he heard the sound of Davey hitting the ground, thankful the man was already unaware and would not feel the pain from the vile gesture. Unable to see what Benson was doing, Gene listened to what he thought was dragging. ‘Probably pulling Davey’ thought Gene waiting for Benson to cut him loose from the horse.

After several minutes had passed, Gene heard his footsteps returning and felt the rope that was binding his ankles cut. Eric pushed the young Barkley over the side of the horse and when he hit the ground full force on his back, Gene’s breath was stolen from his lungs. His legs were free and his hands tied in front of him as he looked up at the man holding the gun on him.

“Get up.” ordered Eric gesturing with the pistol.

Rolling to his knees, Gene tried to stand on his numbed legs. Pins and needles pricking his legs when the circulation started to work it’s way around. “Can’t, my legs are numb.” replied Gene through clenched teeth.

“Get up, Barkley!” Lifting his leg, Eric directed a kick into the ribs of Gene. Rolling over from the blow, Gene fought the tears that welled to his eyes from the vicious kick, moaned slightly from the pain, gasping for the air that had been propelled from him.

Snorting, Eric put the gun in his holster and grabbed his shirt collar, pulling Gene to his feet. Eric held on tighter when the young man stumbled on his wooden legs and the edges of his vision darkened when the young wolf he found that he had cornered, swung his fisted hands into his groin area.

Roaring from the overwhelming pain, Eric fell back and grabbed blindly at the pistol in its holster. Gene stumbled on top of the writhing man and using his fists as one, he pummeled the face of the man beneath him. His fear, anger and desire to keep his friend from harm spurring him on til Benson lay unconscious.

Falling onto the side, Gene’s body shook from the rush of adrenaline and his breaths were coming in great gasps. Taking deep breaths to calm himself from the burst of necessary violence, his hands shook as he grabbed the gun from its holster and put it in his waistband. Finding the knife, he opened it and held it between his boots. Working diligently, he cut the ropes off his wrists and rubbed the chafed skin.

When his legs no longer felt like tree trunks, Gene walked to the horse, bent down and grabbed the long piece of rope that was laying on the ground. Standing, he turned quickly at the sound behind him and screamed when the knife pierced into his left shoulder.

Fred, Heath, Jack and the crews from both ranches split up to search the area surrounding the broken down wagon. Having turned the land the Weston ranch lay on, upside down, the frustrated men had met the Barkley crew on the road.

Designating the search patterns to the crew members, Heath and Jack headed off with Fred. Fred having tracked men before, followed the trail of two horses that led from the wagon. From what Fred could make out around the wagon, one of the young men had been dragged to a horse by the other, however, he couldn’t tell which one was hurt.

Keeping his eyes to the ground, Fred used the skills he had learned in the past to follow the trail, hoping it would lead to the missing boys. The ground was not conducive to providing distinctive horse tracks and a light mist had fallen early in the morning. The men were relieved the rain had only been a misting and not a downpour.

Heath’s fear for his little brother and his friend lay smoldering beneath the surface, scared of the condition Gene and Davey would be in. He was relieved there were no pools of blood at the wagon but one of them was hurt bad enough to have to be dragged to a horse. Anyone who was able to take two young man away against their will was not one to be taken lightly.

Gene and Davey may not have experienced as much as others around them, but they had been witness to what the lack of decency in people could do. The two young men had started a friendship when they first met at the festival. Both fair haired and blue eyed, both possessed an extremely gentle soul and both still held a look of innocence about them.

Sure, both boys had been in fist fights but to his knowledge, neither of them had ever killed a man or even been in a gun fight. Sighing, he wondered if when push came to shove, could either of the young men look someone in the eye, pull the trigger and take the life of another human being.

He knew that sometimes fate made you experience things that were beyond comprehension and a person would act from instinct. The instinct to live, to survive would rise up and take over any conscience thought. They would cause a decision to be made instantaneous and you reacted without even thinking about it.

He remembered the first time he had to do that and how his nights had been haunted by the eyes for months afterwards. Even in self defense, it was a hard choice that was sometimes necessary.

‘I hope they don’t have to experience that.’ thought Heath darkly.

Reining in Charger sharply, Jack and Fred looked back, startled when Heath cursed loudly. “Fred, this is near when Nick was kept, you don’t suppose?”

Shocked at the possibility, the men all looked at each other and without a word galloped towards the abandoned house.

Enraged at the beating he received, Eric climbed to his feet and rushed towards the object of his rage. He thrust the knife at the unsuspecting back and found the shoulder instead when Gene turned quickly at the sound of his feet. The pain radiating throughout Gene’s upper body was momentarily forgotten, his body receiving the full rage of the man he had beaten.

The shock wave of the rage pushed Gene backwards as they traded punches and he could feel his strength leaving him from the blood that poured from his wound. He grabbed the pistol from his waistband and screamed in pain from Benson twisting the knife in his shoulder and replunging it again. His fingers tightened on the trigger, the gun spurting a single flame. The grip on the pistol loosening and his vision frayed when a curtain closed down over his eyes, sliding limply to the ground.

Chapter 64

Audra entered the bedroom carrying a tray with tea and sandwiches. Setting it on the table, she smiled at Nick and Sue feeding the babies.

“Hungry, Sue?” asked Audra.

“Famished.” smiled Sue looking at the food on the tray. Holding Colton up and patting his back, the trio in the room chuckled at the large burp from the little baby. “Sounds just like his daddy.”

“Very funny.” grinned Nick patting his own bundle.

Victoria and Sonja entered the room and sat on the bed. “How are my beautiful grandchildren?”

“Just finishing a little lunch, Mother.” said Nick.

“Have you thought of a name for Colton’s brother?” asked Victoria gladly taking Colton from his mother.

Sue smiled, “Dakota Zane.”

“Such a strong name for someone who was so quiet and hidden.” stated Victoria.

Nick groaned, “Whew! What is that smell?”

Laughing, Sue shrugged, “One of your sons, darlin’.”

“Oh.” replied Nick looking at his mother, Sonja and Audra with a pale face. “Does anyone want to hold Dakota?”

“I’ll take him.” smirked Sonja. “I need the practice, Nick.”

Sighing with relief, Nick handed Dakota off and stood up. “If you don’t mind, honey, I’ll just watch Mother and Sonja change the boys. Just in case, I ever need to do it.”

Rolling her eyes, Sue smiled, “Like that will ever happen, Nick. You face turned green at just the thought of it.”

“I’ve faced worse things than that!” snorted Nick giving his laughing wife a kiss on the forehead and heading to the nursery.

Wiping her eyes, Sue slowly climbed out of bed and made her way to the table where her lunch sat. “Thanks, Audra.”

Pouring the tea, Audra smiled, “I’m an aunt!”

“You sure are, Audra.” stated Sue taking a bite of a sandwich. “In four months, you’ll be an aunt again.”

Audra’s thoughts turned to Sonja’s husband who was searching for Gene and Davey, the worry shining in her blue eyes. Watching the expression of her sister-in-law carefully, Sue asked offhandedly, “What’s Heath doing?”

“He’s with the sheriff..” replied Audra cutting her words off as the blush crawled up her face.

Picking up her teacup, Sue frowned, “What’s he doing with Fred?”

“I think they’re looking at a horse or something.” replied Audra quickly looking out the window.

“You’re not a very good liar, sis.” stated Sue. “What am I not supposed to know?”

“I have to help Silas with dinner.” whispered Audra standing and hurrying out of the room, away from the inquisitive emerald eyes.

Finishing her lunch, Sue stood by the window and sipped her tea. Her eyes narrowing when she saw Nick galloping out of the yard on Coco. Looking around the area of the ranch that she could see from the window, she couldn’t pinpoint what was gnawing on her subconscience. Suddenly the thought burst forth in her mind. ‘Looks like a ghost town outside. What’s going on?’

Putting on her robe, she walked slowly to the nursery intent on getting to the bottom of the mystery. Opening the door, Victoria and Sonja looked up in surprise.

“Suzanne Barkley, you should be resting.” admonished Victoria.

“What’s Heath doing with Fred and why did Nick lit out of here like his tail was on fire?” asked Sue firmly. Her rigid posture advertising her unwillingness to rest until she knew what was happening.

Seeing the hesitation in the other women, she sighed deeply, “Mother, I’m not planning on leaving the house, but I do want to know what’s going on.”

“Mother?” called Jarrod from downstairs.

“We’re up here, Jarrod. In the nursery.” called Sue to the returning lawyer.

Climbing the stairs, Jarrod entered the nursery and stopped at the heartwarming sight that greeted his sparkling blue eyes.

“Missing?” asked Sue concerned.

Patting her hand, Victoria smiled, “Heath will send word as soon as they know anything. It’s best to keep positive thoughts, dear.”

Placing the sleeping Dakota in the crib, Jarrod whispered, “Mother’s right, Sue. Let’s not jump to conclusions, after all, Gene and Davey are grown men.”

Sue stood by the window of the nursery, staring unseeing into the late afternoon sun, unaware she whispered her thoughts outloud. “How can two grown men be missing?”

Startled from her reverie, Sue jumped when Victoria touched her arm. “Sorry.”

“Sue, you need to rest. We’ll take care of the babies, please go lie down.” urged Victoria.

Nodding, Sue stopped by each of the cribs and went back to her room. Laying on the bed, she closed her eyes. Gene’s handsome face flashing before her in delight when she asked him to pick up the last present for her.

Tears squeezed out from between her closed eyelids when she realized if he hadn’t been doing her a favor, he wouldn’t have been on the way home to the ranch and wouldn’t be missing.

The grinning face of Davey, the young wrangler whose caring for the animals entrusted to him, spread to those around him. Both Gene and Davey always appeared to be more boys to her than men. Not so much because of their age, but because of that innocence that surrounded them and cushioned them from the harshness of the world.

Trying to stay awake, Sue succumbed to sleep from the battle of the twins’ delivery that had exhausted her body.

Chapter 65

Eric fell backwards in surprise at the burning of the bullet across his stomach. Opening his shirt, he saw the crease embedded into his muscled skin was red and bleeding. Climbing to his feet above Gene, he looked down at the white face of the younger Barkley and shook his head.

“You definitely didn’t act according to what my research dug up. Part college boy, part rabid wolf, I’d say.”

Picking up the smaller man, he slung him over his shoulder and walked to the cabin. Opening the door to an inner room cautiously and seeing Davey laying in the same position, he walked in and dumped Gene on the only bed in the room.

Closing the door behind him, he stared at his face in the mirror and poured water into the basin.

Cleaning the bruises and cuts on his face, he felt anger rising from the damage to the asset he built his criminal life on. His nose was broken and only after it was healed would he be able to tell if it would be a hindrance to his trade in the future. His lips cut, his eyes blackened and the cut on his forehead was still trickling blood from the blows Gene had delivered him. His ribs tender from the hits to his body.

Sitting at the table, he took out a piece of paper and pencil. Completing the note, he checked the lock on the room once again and left the cabin. Putting the Weston horse in the barn, he climbed on his rented horse and headed to the Barkley ranch to make his delivery.

Twice he had to stop and conceal his presence from the groups of men he saw. Taking out his field glasses, he lay on a hill and watched three riders galloping towards the area in the hills that housed the cabin.

Frowning as he made out the faces of the three riders. Their fast riding causing him to think they acted as if they were sure of what they would find at the end of the trail. Wincing when he absently rubbed his battered jaw, he lay still considering what to do.

“These Barkleys have to be the luckiest bastards ever.” he mumbled angrily. “Dammit, I’m not leaving without the money again!”

Urging Charger on, Heath knew somehow in his very soul, they were on the right trail. The fear that had smoldered in him from the start of the search was threatening to breakthrough to the surface. Riding through the meadow where Nick was shot, Fred took the point and lead them to the area of the abandoned ranch. Stopping on the outskirts of the ranch, the three dismounted and spreadout.

Using the terrain as concealment, Jack entered the barn and walked over to the horse in the stall. His heart pounding when he recognized the animal. Standing to the side of the open door, he waved to Heath who was slowly sneaking up to the house with Fred watching from the partially fallen wall. Looking into the windows not seeing anyone, Heath stepped to the front of the house and called the others over.

Walking towards Fred, Heath stopped abruptly at the darkened spot on the ground, feeling the ground as the other two walked up. Holding up his fingers for the other to see. “Blood.”

“Our horse is in the barn, but nothing else.”

“Let’s search the house.” stated Fred following the rushing Heath and Jack inside.

Heath took out his gun and shot off the lock. Opening the door, the light from the opening spilled across the bodies and the men rushed inside.

Kneeling by the bed, Heath squinted to see his little brother’s injuries in the darkened room while Jack and Fred knelt by the man on the floor. Cradling Gene in his arms, Heath carried him into the outer room and laid him on the floor. Opening his shirt, he took off his bandanna and held it against the knife wounds. Fred ran out to his horse and came back in with his saddlebags. Taking out some bandages, they wrapped Gene’s shoulder.

Cupping the bruised face of Gene, Heath looked up when Jack stumbled out of the room. “Davey?”

Chapter 66

Jack was numbed to the very core of his soul as he stumbled to the outer room. He stared at Heath, his brain muddled and unable to focus. Heath’s throat tightened at the look on his friend’s face. Grabbing Jack by the shoulders, he asked, “Jack?”

“Jack!” shouted Heath shaking the unresponding man.

Jack looked into the blue eyes of his friend and choked out, “Davey’s dead.”

Pulling Jack into his arms, Heath felt Jack grab his vest in his fists. Fighting back tears, Heath heard the agonized whisper, “He’s too young to be dead. How am I gonna tell the boss and the guys?”

“God, I’m sorry, Jack.” replied Heath quietly.

Fred cleared his throat and stood up, “We gotta get Eugene to a doctor.”

Jack wiped his eyes, “Heath, you and Fred take Gene to Stockton. I’ll bring Davey home.”

“Okay, Jack.” agreed Heath quietly squeezing the man’s shoulder. “After we get Gene to the doctor, I’ll ride to the ranch and tell Sue.”

Fred brought the horses up to the house. Heath climbed up and they handed Gene up to him. Heath leaned his little brother back against him, worried by the lack of color in his face and the unconscious state he was in. Jack looked up into the worried blue eyes and stated firmly, “We’re not losing both of them, Heath. Eugene will be fine, I know it.”

Taking a deep breath, Heath turned Charger and nudged him to a trot with Fred following. Walking back into the room where his young wrangler and friend took his last breath, Jack let the sobs of grief wrack his body while he gently wrapped the young man in a blanket.

Nick galloped from the ranch, intent on joining the search for Davey and Eugene knowing his wife was in good hands at the house. He met up with Duke and the Bardo twins on the way to the wagon. More search parties arrived at the wagon where the men were last known to be, returning empty handed. Frustration was as thick as a blanket in the atmosphere around them.

Talking to Duke, Nick slapped his gloves against his black jeans and stalked around in a circle. “Duke, who hasn’t returned yet?”

“Pedro, Bill and Tony. Heath, Jack and the sheriff.”

“Riders coming!” called Hank pointing to the three men riding up.

Bill stopped in front of Nick and dismounted, “Nick, Heath and the sheriff are on their way to Stockton with Gene. He’s got a bad knife wound.”

The hope that appeared on Nick’s face faded at the look in Bill’s eyes, “Davey?”

Shaking his head, Bill said quietly, “He didn’t make it. Jack’s bringing him home.”

Curses of disbelief mixed with cries of sorrow and anger could be heard through the group of searchers. Nick took a shaky breath and asked, “Did anyone tell Sue, yet?”

“No, Heath was planning on telling her after they got your brother to the doctor.” explained Bill.

“Duke, meet Heath at Dr. Merar’s and have him stay there. I’ll head to the ranch and let them know.” said Nick quietly.

Giving his condolences to the men of Sue’s crew, he climbed up on Coco and headed back to the ranch. His heart heavy from the news of the young wrangler’s death, his anger flaring and building as he wondered who was responsible for such a foul deed, concerned with his wife’s reaction to the dreadful news.

Chapter 67

Darkness was falling as Nick quickly groomed Coco and headed to the house. Entering the parlor, he found his Mother, Jarrod, Audra and Sonya. “Where’s Sue, Mother?”

“She’s resting, Nick.” stated Jarrod watching his little brother intently. “Any news.”

“Heath and Fred are on their way to Dr. Merar with Gene. Bill says he’s got a bad knife wound.” said Nick with a sigh. “I don’t know much else about the wound or the condition he’s in.”

“Thank god, they’ve been found.” sighed Victoria looking at the relieved, smiling faces of the others. “Jarrod, hitch up the buggy.”

“What about Davey?” asked Sue walking in from the foyer, stopping abruptly at the pain penetrating the hazel eyes of her husband.

“Sue, Davey was killed.” said Nick quietly.

Gasps greeted Sue’s ears as the words penetrated into the happiness she had been feeling only seconds earlier and her emerald eyes, overflowing with relief at the news of finding Gene, quickly changed to shock and emptiness. Stepping back when Nick tried to take her in his arms, she held up a trembling hand and whispered, “Don’t. Just don’t.”

“Honey..”

Everyone watched Sue turn and numbly walk up the stairs. Glancing quickly at his family, Nick followed his wife’s trail up the stairs. Reaching the nursery, he saw her standing at the window feeding Colton and staring up at the stars with tears on her cheeks. Grabbing the other bottle, Nick picked up Dakota and stood by her quietly feeding the blonde baby. After the feedings and diaper changes had been done, the boys fell asleep.

Taking her by the hand, Nick led her into their bedroom concerned by the lack of emotion in her eyes. Tucking her into bed, Nick wiped the tears from her cheeks, “Sue, I’m..”

“Night, Nick.” she whispered before closing her eyes hoping it was all a bad dream. After she fell asleep, Nick gently kissed her forehead and walked downstairs. Silas informed Nick, the family had gone to Stockton to be with Eugene. Grabbing a bite to eat, Nick went back upstairs to his family.

When Sue woke a short while later, she realized it was not a dream but reality. Her friend was gone, his laughter stolen from this earth and displaced to the heavens above. Heading down to the kitchen, her hands shook as she tried to pour the milk into the bottles for the twins’ feedings. Silas watched the struggle she was fighting with her emotions from the corner of his eye. “Miss Sue, ole Silas help with da bottles.”

Taking the container of canned milk, Silas squeezed her hand and said quietly, “Sorry ta hear bout Mr. Davey, hes a fine man.”

“Yes, he was Silas.” whispered Sue. “Thanks for the help. I’ll go check the babies.”

Silas watched Sue leave the kitchen and head up the backstairs, the slumped shoulders signifying the great burden she was carrying. Nick stood in the nursery watching his sons as they slumbered in their cribs. ‘One life taken, two just beginning.’ beckoned his thoughts.

Looking up when Sue entered the room, the expression on her face twisted his gut. Picking her up in his arms, she clung to him, unable to maintain the check on her grief and the sobs wracked her body. Rocking his wife gently, Nick held her tightly offering all the strength in his body and soul to the woman he loved.

The next morning Sue woke, surprised to find herself in the bedroom and that only her side of bed had been slept in. Putting on her robe, she opened the door to the nursery and tears rose at the sight of her husband snoring on the sofa, twin boys asleep on his chest. Sitting in the chair, Sue put her elbows on her knees and her chin on her clasped hands. She stared intently at her three boys, locking the memory of this special moment forever in her mind and heart.

Chapter 68

Two weeks had passed since the death of Davey Hinton. Gene still weak from the loss of blood and the wounds inflicted on him was recovering back at the ranch. His physical body was mending but the guilt of Davey’s death was overwhelming him. He felt he had not done all he could to save his friend.

Everyone had assured the guilt ridden Gene he had done what he could in the horrible situation that had been thrust upon him. Their words of reassurance did nothing to work through the walls he built up inside him. His mind would conjure up the nightmares that stole his sleep from him each night. The dark circles under his eyes, telltale signs from the war of emotions waging within him.

Christmas day was a somber affair at the Barkley household, only the presence of the early twin gifts was the bright spot of the day. When Victoria unwrapped the delicate imported silk shawl from France that Gene brought from Sacramento, the blood drained from Sue and Gene’s faces at the reminder of what the gift had cost them.

Gene abruptly left the room and headed outside. Jarrod jumped up to follow, but Sue stopped him. “No, Jarrod, I’ll go.”

“Sue, he won’t talk to you.” replied Jarrod quietly, relaying his brother’s avoidance of her since he returned home.

Sue shrugged nonchalantly, while her eyes were determined, “We’ll just see about that, won’t we?.”

“Jarrod, let her go. Sue may be what Gene needs.” stated Nick handing Colton to Heath.

Looking at his mother and receiving her nod of approval, Jarrod sighed and sat back down. Handing Dakota to Nick, she smiled slightly and headed to the foyer. Opening the door, she shrugged into her coat and made her way to where Gene was standing at the corral, staring but not seeing anything in front of him.

“How about some company?” asked Sue quietly from behind him.

Expecting one of his brothers, Gene stiffened at the voice, “I just needed some air and I don’t need any company.”

Laughing, Sue nodded, “Maybe I shouldn’t have asked.”

“Well, you can go now.” snapped Gene the guilt twisting his innards, the pain of his inability suffocating him.

Sue’s anger had been kept on a short leash the past couple weeks. She was angry with the man responsible for Davey’s death and the injury to her Gene. Angry that no sign of Benson had been found again. She was angry for failing at her promise to Davey’s parents when she wired and he left Texas to start over in California. The promise to watch over their only son.

Gene’s tone of voice and dismissive attitude, like he was royalty and she a peasant, caused the ever present anger to boil over the top.

Sue kept the words to a low growl, “For a college boy, you’re not very smart. You should know by now nobody tells me what to do or where to go.”

“I didn’t ask you to come out here!” retorted Gene turning and facing her, the anger causing his body to shake, his blue eyes flashing.

“Yes, you did! You asked with those dark circles under your eyes and those nightmares you have every night. Hell, you won’t even hold your nephews!”

Gene felt her grab his arm when he stalked past her, intent on leaving the area and the conversation. Shrugging out of her grasp, Gene stood face to face with her and shouted, “I DON’T WANT TO TALK TO YOU, UNDERSTAND!”

Staring into the pained blue eyes, Sue whispered, “Gene, I can’t lose you too. It’s not your fault! If you want to blame somebody, blame me.”

Gene stepped back and replied, “If I was strong like Nick or Heath, I could’ve saved him. But I’m not and now he’s dead. This has nothing to do with you.”

Chuckling, Sue stepped towards him and smiled, “Gene, if you hadn’t gone to Sacramento for me, you’d have been home already. Benson wouldn’t have seen you in Stockton or wherever he saw you. You wouldn’t have caught a ride with Davey to the ranch. So, you wouldn’t have been hurt and Davey would still be alive. Benson was associated with my stepmother. This has everything to do with me.”

Gesturing wildly, Gene replied sarcastically, “Nice try, I believe that’s called reverse psychology. It’s not gonna work with me! I know what happened and what I couldn’t do. When I see a gun, I see Benson hitting Davey! When I saw that present, I remember our conversation on the ride to the ranch! I can’t forget it, doesn’t anyone understand that.”

“How dare you Eugene Barkley! How dare you insinuate no one else remembers Davey when they see things! What right do you have to think that?” snarled Sue angrily.

“You remember the good things, all I remember is that I was there when he died and couldn’t stop it!” retorted Gene his voice rising with each word.

Squaring off, the frustrated out of control pair did not notice the audience that had formed on the front porch, concerned at the body language they had witnessed from inside the house.

“I remember a man who had a wonderful gift with horses, but couldn’t keep a girlfriend. I remember a man whose smile brightened the morning at the table where we gathered for coffee before working. I remember a man who thought of others before himself. These are the good things that I remember about Davey.”

“SEE, YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND AT ALL WHAT I’M GOING THROUGH!”

Grabbing Gene by the shoulders, Sue shook him and shouted, “EUGENE BARKLEY, I REMEMBER THE DAY MY FRIEND DIED, MY SONS WERE BORN! DON’T YOU DARE SAY I DON’T UNDERSTAND!”

The air was still as the sound of the angry words punctuated the atmosphere and the hearts of all those within hearing range. Stunned, Gene was unable to reply and stared at the trembling, pale woman before him.

Pulling her into his arms, Gene let his tears fall and he tightened his hold when she tried to pull away, “God, I’m sorry. Sue, don’t think that, please! Don’t remember their birth that way, please don’t.”

Tightening her hold on him, she whispered, “Gene, we can’t turn back the clock. Don’t destroy yourself. You tried, Gene. You did what you could and that’s all anyone can ever ask for.”

After several minutes, Gene nodded, wiped his eyes and released his hold on her. Placing a kiss on her cheek, he sighed, “Just so you know, I haven’t held my nephews because their dad is always hogging them.”

Laughing, Sue wiped her tears and held onto his arm as they walked back to the house. “I’ll make sure you get a turn. Gene, promise me that you will talk to me or one of your brothers anytime you need to, okay?”

Agreeing, Gene hugged her again before they reentered the house to continue the holiday celebration in the gaily decorated house they called home, with a little less guilt shadowing their souls.

Chapter 69

A tingling in the pit of his stomach told Eric Fletcher he had stayed too long in one place. Something told him it was a sign he had to stay in room thirteen, the only room that was unoccupied. He had a chill run down his spine when the desk clerk informed him of the room number. ‘Thirteen, why couldn’t it be seven?’ he thought grimly signing his name to the ledger.

Heading up the stairs, he stared at his reflection in the mirror. The bruises were gone from his unexpected violent confrontation with the youngest son of the Barkley family. The only sign of the fight was the lump on his nose from where it was broken. While it did not completely mar his good looks, it certainly did not enhance them.

A scar on his cheek would have been explained to a member of the lessor sex by a contrived story of heroism on his part. A broken nose would not give credence to any tale he spun. A broken nose is after all, only a broken nose. Nothing exciting in that, no tale could be spun to enhance that.

Laying on his bed, he went over the last year of his life and realized that once he had taken up with Ramona Bouvier, he had started down a path of self-destruction. Had he known the lack of profit from the plans they’d made, he would’ve turned tail and run from Ramona. But he hadn’t and now he was stuck, his money almost gone and nothing to show for his efforts.

The Barkley family, though battered from the events of the past year, had withstood and were as strong as ever, as rich as ever. Eugene Barkley lived though Davey Hinton had died from the newspaper account he had read. His palms itched when he thought of the money that was waiting in Stockton.

The thought briefly crossed his mind that perhaps he should cut his losses and run from California. ‘No, I’m not leaving without something to show for all my efforts. That damn Barkley luck has to run out sometime.’

Sitting at the table in the room, he poured a drink and stared out the window, pondering his thoughts. ‘Again, it all comes down to money. With that ransom money, I could leave this country and go someplace where I could set myself up in style. Money is the root of all evil or so they say. Guess that saying does apply to me.’

Smirking, Eric downed his drink and retired for the evening. Two days later, he was outfitted and back on his way to Stockton, specifically, the hill overlooking the Barkley ranch.

Chapter 70

Fred Maden, Sheriff of Stockton and protector of the citizens was frustrated. He had spent the last weeks since the recovery of Davey and Gene tracking Eric Benson by means of paper trails and witness accounts.

He was frustrated as he was a man accustomed to tangible evidence, something he could see with his own eyes and feel with his own hands. Not chasing some papers down trying to find out where the man was when he saw Gene Barkley.

The diligent, tenacious sheriff was on his way back from Modesto where he had spent the New Year holiday with an old friend. Starting out on the trail back, his mind wandered over the case of Eric Benson and all he had gathered about the elusive criminal.

Deciding to utilize the ride to rehash the witness accounts, Fred pulled his notebook from his pocket and opened it. Scanning each of the accounts again, he stopped his horse and reread the account of the desk clerk at the Cattleman’s hotel in Stockton.

Squinting at the words written sideways in small letters on the margin of the page, he shook his head and mentally scolded himself. ‘If you wrote clearer, maybe you would have seen it before, damn fool.’

Putting the notebook back in his pocket, Fred spurred his horse back to Modesto. Reaching the train depot, he purchased a ticket and waited for the train which was due in twenty minutes. When the train arrived, Fred spoke to the engineer and then climbed in the stock car with his horse. The train moved out slowly and then picked up speed as it careened its way to the scheduled destination.

The screech of the brakes being applied slowed the train midway between Stockton and Modesto. Jumping down, the conductor opened the door of the stockcar, receiving a wave of thanks from the lawman as he jumped his horse onto the ground and galloped away before the train continued onto its final destination.

Fred stopped in front of the white columned house and knocked on the oak paneled door. Silas opened the door and stepped back to allow the lawman to enter. Taking off his hat, Fred shook hands with Jarrod and followed him into the study.

“When Harvey checked Benson in, he mentioned Benson wrote down San Francisco as where he was from, but he had a Manteco newspaper in his hand. Benson even remarked he had just come from Frisco. Manteco is the other way from San Francisco on the rail line. I bet he’s there or close by.”

“Fred, why don’t you just wire the law there and ask?” inquired Jarrod confused as to why Fred felt he needed one of the Barkleys for identification.

“They don’t have any law there.”

“What happened to Sheriff White? I thought he was the sheriff there.”

“Sheriff White resigned shortly after Nick was kidnapped. He had a problem with the mayor’s wife.” replied Fred with a slight smile.

“Oh, he didn’t get along with her?” asked Jarrod.

Chuckling, Fred shook his head, “No, he got along too well with her.”

Laughing, Jarrod nodded, “I see.”

“I’d like two of you to come with me to Manteco. One should be Eugene, since he saw Benson in a beard and mustache. The other could be you, Nick or Heath. All three of you saw him when he was clean shaven. I have the likeness that was drawn of him, but seeing someone in person is better.”

“Heath and Nick won’t be back for a couple days. They’re in Nevada inspecting a new mine. I’ll let Mother know, then Gene and I will get ready to go.” said Jarrod heading to the door. “Have a drink while you wait, Fred.”

Forty minutes later, the three riders left the Barkley ranch headed to the town of Manteco, their hopes pinned on a man’s reading of a newspaper. Reaching the small town of Manteco in the afternoon, they dismounted in front of the hotel and walked up to the desk. The clerk looked up and smiled widely.

“Rooms for you gentlemen?”

Fred shook his head, “No rooms just some information.”

Seeing the silver star on the man’s vest, the clerk nodded, “I’ll help if I can, sheriff.”

Pulling out a brown paper containing a likeness of Eric Benson, Fred handed it to the clerk and asked, “See anyone around here that may fit that picture?”

Studying the paper closely, the clerk nodded “Could be room thirteen. Mr. Eric Fletcher.”

Jarrod and Eugene proceeded to the stairs, stopping at the clerk’s voice, “He left two days ago.”

“Eric Fletcher.” mumbled Fred wondering if that was indeed his name. “Did he say where he was going?”

Thinking back, the clerk replied, “No, he didn’t say any towns. When I asked when we could expect him again, he did mention that he had to collect some money from an old friend and wouldn’t be back in this area after that.”

“Sue.” stated Gene and Jarrod rushing out to their horses.

“Wait!” shouted Fred. “Let’s wire Billy, he can warn your family.”

Riding to the telegraph office, Jarrod and Gene waited outside while Fred sent the wire.

“She’ll be okay, Gene.” stated Jarrod squeezing his little brother’s shoulder.

“We shouldn’t have left, Jarrod. Not with Heath and Nick gone, that man is heartless.”

“Gene, there’s a whole crew of men there. Benson won’t get close to her.” said Jarrod, his voice sounding more positive than he felt at this moment.

With the wire being sent, they rode back to Stockton and straight to the Barkley ranch.

Chapter 71

In Minden, Nevada, timbers cracked and tumbled to the ground raising a cloud of dust. Two men dove through the dust and landed outside the opening with the cloud billowing out after them. Coughing and sputtering, they climbed to their feet and stared at the now closed entrance.

Nick ran his hand through his dark hair, shaking out the dust that lay on it, the look of disgust on his face matching his voice, “Who the hell thought this was a workable or sellable mine!”

Wiping his forehead, Heath breathed a sigh of relief they escaped the mine’s deathtrap alive. “Seems it was a bit of an understatement, big brother.”

“Understatement? More like a lie!’ growled Nick. “We could have been killed!”

“Yep.” mumbled Heath patting the dust off his clothes.

“The lawyer and college boy can check the next mine that’s for sale.” snorted Nick swiping at his shirt and pants.

“No reason to be mad at Jarrod and Gene.” gruffed Heath walking to his rented horse.

“Who said I was mad at them?” puzzled Nick following along.

“Why else send them? They don’t know as much about mines that we do.” stated Heath taking a healthy swig of water from his canteen to wash the dust out of his throat.

“You’re awful touchy lately.” growled Nick snatching the canteen out of his hands. “Pending fatherhood making you nervous?”

Turning crimson, Heath leaned against his horse and stared out across the landscape for several minutes, “I might be.”

“Might be, what?” asked Nick his attention drawn to his quiet brother.

“Nervous, I guess. I don’t know.”

“Nervous about Sonja having the baby?”

“No, something else.” paused Heath trying to find the words.

Nick watched the jaw of his younger brother clenching to restrain the emotions that seemed to be hanging on the edge and wanting to be let loose. Over the past week, Heath seemed more thoughtful and withdrawn as the birth of his child neared. This trip away came at a time when Nick was considering how to draw out the man’s thoughts and he grabbed the opportunity of time alone with Heath. He was planning to use the trip to loosen the steel jaws of his brother.

Putting his hand on Heath’s shoulder, Nick asked quietly, “What is it, Heath? You can tell me.”

“I’m afraid I won’t know how to be a father, Nick.” admitted Heath letting out a shaky breath.

“I know, I feel the same way.” replied Nick.

“You do?” inquired Heath incredulously. “Sure don’t look like it from where I stand. You seem pretty confident with the twins.”

Chuckling, Nick clapped Heath on the back, “At this age, the twins don’t require much fathering. All they care about are eating, sleeping and shi.., uh, diapering. While diapering does require some skill, they don’t need really a father right now.”

Glancing at the man beside him, Heath asked “Why are you afraid, Nick.”

“You think cause Father was around while I was growing up, that I’ll know what to do when the boys are older? Let me tell you, I won’t!”

“Nick, you at least had someone to show you the ropes!” retorted Heath.

“If my sons are anything like me when I was younger, god help me!” groaned Nick. “There is no experience for that!”

Laughing, Heath smiled widely, “You haven’t told Sue how you were as a boy, she may not want anymore children if she hears that.”

Smiling, Nick put his arm over Heath’s shoulder, “Heath, you’re going to be a wonderful daddy, father or Achai. Whatever word you use, you’ll do fine. You’re thoughtful, considerate and have a lot of love to give.”

Cocking an eyebrow at Nick, Heath flashed him a lop-sided grin, “You forgot I, also have the patience of a saint from dealing with you every day.”

Grabbing him by the back of the neck, Nick shook him slightly and growled, “Very funny, little brother! Since kids don’t come with instruction manuals, we’ll have to help each other as we go, deal?”

Shaking the outstretched hand, Heath nodded, “Deal! Even if they came with an instruction manual, we’d need the women to read it anyway!”

“Ain’t it the truth, brother!” groaned Nick. “I still say our beautiful wives cheated on that crib building bet.”

Snickering, Heath winked, “Well, since they have so much experience they’ll be able to build the other one when it arrives. We can sit back, relax, have a drink and supervise while they work.”

“Good idea! If we hurry, we can catch the next train. Let’s head for home and see how our women are fairing without us, little brother.” shouted Nick pulling himself into the saddle and spurring his mount to a gallop, heading back towards town with Heath riding beside him.

Chapter 72

“Hannah, are you sure you don’t mind watching the boys while I head to the ranch?” asked Sue.

“Tis my pleasure, Miss Sue.” smiled Hannah widely. “Git on with ya’ now.”

Hugging the diminutive woman, Sue grinned, “I won’t be long, Hannah. Thank you.”

“Git, now.” said Hannah shooing the young mother out of the nursery and turning her attention to the month old twins. Her small strong hands gently caressing each of the sleeping boys’ cheeks. Sitting in the rocker by the cribs, Hannah picked up her sewing and hummed a gospel tune to pass the time.

Walking down the stairs with her gun belt over her shoulder, Sue entered the parlor, “I’m leaving, Mother.”

Glancing up, Victoria smiled at the shining in the emerald eyes at the prospect of a day out of the house, riding in the sunshine. Walking over, she cupped her daughter-in-law’s cheek and said quietly, “The boys will be fine in Hannah’s care, don’t worry.”

Blushing, Sue nodded, “I know, it’s just this is the first time I’ll be away from them, that’s all.”

“Enjoy your day on your ranch and we’ll enjoy our day at the orphanage. Will you be home for dinner?”

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world. It’ll be a nice quiet dinner with no men to bother us.” smirked Sue putting on her gunbelt, causing the other women to laugh. “I’ll try to be back by six. See you later!”

Walking to the door, Sue picked up her hat and waved before leaving through the front door. Whistling happily, she saddled Amigo and headed to her ranch immersing herself in the leisurely trot of the horse on her first ride since the birth of her twins. Enjoying the sunshine and the crisp stillness of the air around her.

The sun was lowering itself to the horizon as Sue made her way back to the Barkley ranch. The day spent on her ranch had its ups and downs. Davey’s death still foreshadowed them but as with such things, life had to proceed.

Emily was scooting around, keeping the adults at the ranch amused and busy scurrying after her. The changes in her godchild had amazed Sue and she smiled at the thoughts of the children that would be playing together as they grew.

Reaching the gate separating the two ranches, Sue climbed down and tied Amigo to the fence. Walking over, she frowned at the gate, which was fine in the morning, but now lying on the ground. Sue lifted and pushed the gate up to lean against the fence. Breathing deeply from the exertion, Sue examined the wood of the gate for breakage. Finding none, she walked over and knelt to examine the hinges on the fence post.

“Looking for something in particular?” asked a deep voice quietly.

Deputy Billy Anderson was returning in the late afternoon from the house of Widow Thomas. Sighing loudly, he knew the Sheriff would have his head for spending so much time to get her cat out of a tree. ‘I get cats to deal with when he’s gone, not even a drunk to lock up.’

He sat behind the desk, read the telegram addressed to him and rushed outside to his horse. Galloping out of town, he headed to the Barkley ranch. Knocking on the door of the mansion, he was greet by Silas.

“Silas, are the Barkleys home?”

“No, Mr. Billy. They’s not home. Mrs. Barkley be home shortly.”

“Where’s Mrs. Barkley, uh, I mean Sue?” asked Billy.

“She’s out ta her ranch, Mr. Billy.”

“Is Mr. McCall here?”

“Yes’m. He’s in da bunkhouse.” replied Silas.

“Thanks!” shouted the young deputy running to the bunkhouse and bursting through the door. Silas watched from the front porch as Billy, the foreman and two hands came running out. Jumping on their horses, the group headed towards the Weston ranch in the setting sun.

Sue continued her examination of the hinges with the small hairs on the back of her neck rising at the voice. Sue knew the owner of that voice, the instant she heard it. The voice of the man who killed her friend, almost stole the life of Gene and was involved in the kidnapping plot that did kill her husband for a short period of time.

The image of her twin boys growing up without a mother briefly flashed through her head but she squeezed her eyes shut to force it out of her mind and to concentrate on the situation at hand.

“This is private land. You’re trespassing, mister.”

Eric laughed out loud at the confidence of the woman examining the post, kneeling on her left knee, her right leg bent. The sound of his laughter carried to her ears from the left of her.

Running the fingers of her left hand over the hinges of the post, Sue moved her right hand slowly back towards her gun. “You better leave or have a good reason for being on this range. The Barkleys don’t take kindly to trespassers.”

“Really? Gee, I’m shaking in my boots.” replied Eric sarcastically.

Sue slid the thong off her pistol as she stood up and stepped away from the post. Looking into the eyes of the vile man holding a gun on her, she retorted, “What do you want, Benson?”

Eric couldn’t keep the surprise from showing in his eyes or on his face at her use of his name. “I’m surprised you recognized me and actually, it’s Eric Fletcher not Benson.”

“Actually, I don’t care what name you call yourself. You’re a kidnapper and a murderer.” retorted Sue sarcastically.

Chuckling, Eric nodded, “Touché. Your stepmother was right about that sharp tongue of yours.”

“From your choice of Ramona, anyone can see you have horrible taste in women.”

“She was only a means to an end and a fun companion while it lasted. Almost as fun as the afternoon I spent with the lovely Audra.”

“Audra’s out of your league. She’d never knowingly mingle with the scum of the earth.” replied Sue with disgust.

Anger reddened Eric’s face and he stepped closer towards his prey, the ominous clicking of the hammer sounded in the early evening air.

“I want that ransom money. From my research on you, I know you have it readily available. If you cooperate, I’ll let you live.”

Sue stared at him and started laughing, a wide smile gracing her face with her green eyes flashing. Stopping his advance, Eric glared at the laughing woman. Her insolence causing the corners of his thin mouth to upturn and the pistol barrel lowered just slightly as some of the angry tension left his body.

Watching the slight lowering of the barrel, Sue ran through the gate and dove behind a large tree. Her back protesting the jarring of the sudden landing. Rolling over with her gun in hand, she threw off her hat and laying on her stomach, peered around the large tree.

Catching a glimpse of Fletcher running through the open gate, she pulled the trigger and swore when the adrenaline pulsing through her veins caused her to miss. ‘Jose is gonna be mighty upset I didn’t follow my own teachings.’

Breathing deeply to steady, she watched the tree where he disappeared. Eric knelt behind the tree and studied the area around him. Her laughter and sudden run through the gate had caught him off guard.

Cursing, he realized with that unexpected movement, she had turned the tables on him. It would’ve been one thing if it was Audra Barkley playing hide and seek in the trees with him, but this woman could actually kill him.

“Fletcher, hope you’re not thinking of running to your horse. There’s a lot of open ground between him and you!” called Sue tauntingly and thinking, ‘Keep him off balance.’

Looking over, he clenched his jaw in anger realizing she was right. He looked at her horse and jumped when she let out a yell. Amigo responding to his training, pulled on the knot, untying the reins and trotted away from the fence towards his stable.

“Yaqui horse trick. Took us a few months to get that one down. I didn’t want you to get any ideas about riding my horse either, Fletcher!” called Sue smiling when she heard the faint cursing.

“Seems we’re both stuck here, Zanie.” yelled Fletcher searching the area for a better position. “You can’t make it to my horse, either.”

“Wasn’t planning on it, Fletcher. Leastwise, not while you’re still breathing.”

‘You sure got that wrong, Benson. I’m not the dead man. When my wife gets a hold of you, you’re all gonna wish you’d never known her.’ Eric shook his head to rid the words of Nick Barkley, from so long ago, out of his head. The chill running down his spine caused him to shiver. ‘Stop it! All you gotta do is wait til dark. Then you can get her.’

“You should have cut and run with your losses, Fletcher. But I guess, I really should thank you.”

“For what?”

“Well, it’s been a while since I’ve played dodge the bullet. I can feel all those forgotten skills coming back to me!”

“Think you’re pretty smart, don’t you bitch?” shouted Eric angrily at her seemingly blasé attitude about the situation.

“I do, Fletcher. Thanks for noticing.” chuckled Sue imaging the anger spreading across his face at her taunting and laughter.

Sue lay on her stomach keeping her eyes on the tree where Fletcher was. Watching intently for any movement, she squinted her eyes at the dark spot in the grass. ‘Hmm, looks like a boot heel’ Aiming, she let out her breath and slowly squeezed the trigger.

Eric let out an involuntary startled yelp from the bullet that struck his boot. He shook with anger at the laughter coming from the other tree. Firing a couple shots in the area where she was hidden, his hand clenched the gun tighter at her shout.

“You missed.”

“Too bad about your wrangler Hinton, Zanie!” shouted Eric. “If he didn’t work with you, he’d be alive today!”

“You killed him, not me. Since you mentioned him, it’s only fair I warn you about something.” called Sue.

Several minutes passed when against his better judgment, Eric shouted back, “Warn me about what?”

“Your death is gonna be a lot more painful than my friend’s. Did your research tell you about my Yaqui guardian? The Yaqui took great pleasure in torturing the enemy. Picture that in your mind while you wait for the cover of darkness to fall, Fletcher!”

Sweat rolled down Eric’s face and he wiped it away with his sleeve. Resigning himself to not answer any more of her taunts, his eyes grew frantic as he searched for a way out of there. Looking at the setting sun, he knew darkness couldn’t come fast enough. ‘Should’ve cut and run, dammit.’

The sound of pounding hooves reached their ears and his heart started beating just as rapidly as the horses were running.

“Cavalry’s coming, Fletcher. Time’s running out!” Sighing in relief when she heard the horses and thought grimly. ‘If I was in his position, I’d try to head further into the trees.’

Eric sprinted for the trees to the side and back of him. He was slammed to the ground and fell sideways from the bullet that entered his body. Hearing the feet running towards him, he started to lift his arm.

Pain flared in his wrist when a small boot stepped firmly on it and his gun was pulled out and tossed to the side, landing with a faint thud. He lay on the ground holding his left hand on his bloody side, seeing the black barrel of the pistol pointed at him.

Looking past the pistol, his eyes stared into the cold emerald eyes. The look in those eyes captured his attention. He lost all thought of the pain flaring in his body and thoughts of escape, his chest barely moving from his breaths. He had never seen such cold lifeless eyes in a woman before and he knew his life was over.

“Sue, put your gun down.” ordered Fred quietly.

Fred, Gene and Jarrod caught up with the group from the ranch shortly after they started to the Weston ranch. The single shot that rang out when they reached the intersection of the two ranches had the worst fear rushing into their minds.

The relief they felt at the sight of Sue holding a gun on Benson turned to dismay when she wouldn’t obey the sheriff’s command to put her gun down.

Jarrod and Gene hurried over to stand by Fred. The look on their sister-in-law’s face at the man on the ground was frightening to see. Her eyes never once leaving him as the sheriff spoke.

“You can’t shoot him in cold blood.” explained Fred calmly. “Give me your gun. Don’t make me take it from you, Sue.”

Jarrod said quietly, “Sue, let’s go home. Come on, it’s over.”

“Sheriff, you gotta do something.” pleaded Eric watching the tightening of her finger on the trigger. “You’re the law, I deserve a fair trial!”

Gene walked over and held his hand out for her gun, “You get revenge if you kill him, but you’ll wind up in jail. He’s already destroyed one life, don’t let him destroy your life with Nick and the boys. Let the law take care of him. Please, Sue.”

After several long minutes, Sue let out a shaky breath, pointed the pistol upward and lowered the hammer. Sliding her gun into the holster, she let Gene lead her away with his arm across her shoulders. Fred handcuffed the barely conscious prisoner and bandaged his wound before putting him on his horse.

“Thanks college boy.” whispered Sue when Gene pulled her into a hug. Her body trembling from adrenaline and emotions, she held on while tears flew from her eyes at the release of tension.

“Let’s go home.” said Jarrod softly taking his turn to gratefully hug her.

Nodding, Sue followed the brothers to the horses and climbed up behind Jarrod.

“Duke, will you help Fred take Benson to Stockton?” asked Sue quietly. “I wanna make sure he gets into a jail cell and stays there.”

“That would be our pleasure, Sue.” smiled Duke mounting up and following the lawmen with the two hands.

Chapter 73

Jarrod pulled up on the reins at her request, Sue slid down from Jingo and stretched her lower back.

“Sorry, I think motherhood is making me soft.” winced Sue. “Or it could be landing on that tree root bruised my back.”

“Sue, why didn’t you say earlier you were hurt!” admonished Jarrod climbing down with Gene following suit.

“I just didn’t realize I’d bruised it cause of all the excitement until Jingo started bouncing me around.” smirked Sue.

“Jingo does not bounce. His gait is very smooth.” stated Jarrod in defense of his mount.

“Whatever you say, Pappy.” teased Sue.

Gene laughed and shook his head. “Maybe we should walk home?”

“I think that’d be wise.” groaned Sue. “I don’t think I can ride any more and the house is no more than a couple miles anyway.”

“Gene, why don’t you ride ahead to let Mother know. We don’t want her to worry any more than necessary.” suggested Jarrod. “You can bring a wagon back.”

“No need for a wagon. I need to exercise my leg.” sighed Sue. “Gene, tell Mother I do NOT need a doctor.”

Grinning, Gene rode off to the ranch house. Holding onto the reins, Jarrod walked slowly beside his sister-in-law back to the ranch.

“Jarrod, can I ask you something?”

“You can ask me anything, Sue.”

“If I had killed Fletcher, Benson or whatever his name is, could you have kept me out of prison?”

Thinking, Jarrod shook his head, “No, I don’t believe so. In the eyes of the law, you would’ve killed an unarmed man. Why?”

Stopping, Sue’s eyes took on a far away look, “When Benson was on the ground all I could see was all the blood that was covering Nick when Hank and I found him and how I felt when I thought Nick had died. I could feel my finger tightening on the trigger and then I heard Gene’s voice. I almost did it, I almost killed him for what he’d done. ”

“I, for one, am glad you didn’t kill him.” admitted Jarrod. “I don’t think Nick would appreciate visiting his wife in jail.”

Laughing, Sue replied, “No, I don’t think he would either.”

“Sue, can I ask you a question?”

“Anything, Mr. Barkley Attorney at Law.” teased Sue joining Jarrod in laughter.

“Do you have any other relatives we should be concerned with?” inquired Jarrod seriously, blue eyes twinkling.

“Lordy, I hope not!” groaned Sue rolling her eyes. “Relatives sure are trying on a person’s well-being.”

Laughing and talking, they continued to the ranch which lay just short of a mile away.

“I was wrong, Jarrod.” said Sue gesturing to the wagon heading towards them. The man sitting on the seat of the fast moving wagon was recognizable even from this distance.

“Do you suppose a relative by marriage counts?” inquired Sue.

Jarrod chuckled and stood by her, waiting for the nearing wagon to reach them.

“From the way he’s driving and that scowl on his face, maybe I should’ve considered jail.” sighed Sue.

“Everyone has to pay the piper eventually, my dear sister-in-law.” teased Jarrod with a smile at the sparkle in the emerald eyes.

Nick jumped down from the wagon and ran to his wife. Taking her in his arms, he asked quietly, “Are you okay?”

Stifling the moan he was causing from the hug, Sue replied, “I’m fine, Nick.”

“Good. Now, get in the bed that’s in the wagon.” ordered Nick firmly.

“Nick, your brother is standing right there!” exclaimed Sue with a shocked expression.

Jarrod tried unsuccessfully to stifle a chuckle while watching the red creep up Nick’s neck to his face.

“Very funny!” grumbled Nick gently pulling her to the wagon.

“I don’t need to lay down on a bed.” stated Sue.

Picking her up, Nick set her on the tail of the wagon and stood with arms crossed. “Get in.”

“Nick, really....”

“You’re not walking any further. Now, get in.” Nick repeated pointing to the bedding.

Sighing in frustration, Sue retorted, “You’re lucky I love you, Barkley. I already shot one man today, wouldn’t bother me if it was two.”

“Promises. Promises.” smirked Nick.

Moving forward, Sue lay on top of the quilts and smiled when Nick climbed in beside her.

“Jarrod, try not to hit any holes on the way back.” said Nick winking at his wife.

“I’ll certainly do my best, Sir Barkley.” replied Jarrod bowing grandly to the laughing couple, tying Jingo to the back before heading to the front and climbing up on the seat. Slapping the reins, Jarrod grinned at the low menacing growl coming from the back of the wagon.

“So, my wife, how was your day?”

Chapter 74

Sue grinned as Sonja lowered herself into the rocking chair in the nursery. “Well, I can see you’re not gonna be much help to me.”

“I’m supervising.” smiled Sonja watching her friend take the pieces out of the open crate and lay them on the floor.

Placing the parts on the floor, Sue started putting the crib together. “I didn’t think this crib would get here before the baby came.”

“I still have two weeks, Sue.” stated Sonja catching the rattle Sue tossed to her.

Snorting, Sue replied, ”Well, I thought I had a month to go and look what happened.”

“Colton and Dakota must have the same level of patience as their parents.”

“As their Father you mean!” stated Sue receiving a chuckle from Sonja.

Leaning back in the rocker, Sonja watched her friend build the crib, her thoughts wondering over the past few tumultuous months on the Barkley ranch.

When Sue arrived home after apprehending Fletcher, she would not leave the twins in anyone’s care. In her sleep at night, her mind would conjure up the images of her sons growing up motherless.

Many times Nick had woken in the middle of the night to find his wife standing in between the cribs in the nursery, watching Colton and Dakota sleep. Her greatest fear was not being around for her children when they grew.

This fear had become overwhelming since Fletcher had surprised her at the gate. Walking up behind her, Nick would hold her tightly and peer over her shoulder at their little wonders. Quietly letting his presence and strength calm her.

The trial had spanned a week and every member of the Barkley family had testified. The association between Sue’s stepmother and Eric Fletcher had created much fodder for the newspaper, but through it all Sue had focused on her twins and Nick.

The tension which had been felt in the household the past two months had dissipated with the life sentencing of Eric Fletcher, kidnapper and murderer.

Once the sentence had been handed down and the knowledge that Fletcher would never get out of prison unless he was in a pine box, worked its way into her subconscious, the nightly trips into the nursery slowly stopped.

Heath and Nick had brought the crate home yesterday, carried it up to the nursery and advised Sue how she would be spending her Sunday.

“What no time limit? No bet?” smirked Sue at her husband’s scowl.

“No way! I’m not betting with you anymore. You cheat!” snorted Nick.

“I…do…not…cheat.” replied Sue firmly emphasizing every word. “You’re a sore loser!”

“Am not!”

“Are too!”

“Not!”

“Too!”

“Not!”

“Not!”

“Too!”

Sue kissed the cheek of her husband and left the room with Sonja, laughter from the ladies in the hallway reaching the men’s ears.

Heath shook his head and sighed loudly, “Will you ever learn, Nick?”

“Oh shut up, Heath!” growled Nick opening the crate and grumbling to himself. “Woman makes me nuts. Hope those boys don’t grow up to be just like her. That happens, I’ll be in the crazy hospital.”

Heath clapped his brother on the back, “How about a drink?”

“Best idea you had all day, little brother!”

“Sonja. Sonja!” called Sue.

“Sorry, I was lost in my thoughts.” blushed Sonja. “You finished it!”

Frowning, Sue looked at the crib, “I’ve been wondering. What are we gonna do when the babies outgrow these cribs?”

Smiling, Sonja shook her head, “Sue, they go into regular beds then.”

“I know that!” retorted Sue. “I mean where are we gonna put their regular beds. We should keep this room as a nursery. We may have more children and there’s always Jarrod, Eugene and Audra too. I think we may need a bigger house.”

“I think we have a while before we have to decide that, Sue. Eugene, Jarrod and Audra are not married or even engaged. I haven’t even delivered this baby yet, let alone think of more!”

“Yeah, guess you’re right.” grinned Sue putting the top on the crate and pushing it to the side. Grabbing the bedding, she finished and stood back looking at her creation. “Perfect for your son or daughter!”

“Looks wonderful. Thank you, Sue.”

Waving off her friend’s thanks, Sue looked at the time. “We have a while to go before dinner. Since Nick and Heath are taking care of the twins, you want to play some cards?”

Sitting at the table in Sonja and Heath’s bedroom, the two played cards and were joined by Audra shortly after. Talking and giggling, the three passed the afternoon away until it was time to ready themselves for dinner.

Standing up, Sonja looked at her friend in shock, “My water just broke.”

“What!” exclaimed Sue jumping up and pushing Audra out the door, “Get Heath! Tell Nick to get Dr. Merar! Mother, too!”

Helping Sonja to the bed, Sue winked, “Guess somebody else is a little impatient.”

“Oh shut up, Sue!” moaned Sonja.

The sun woke itself and climbed slowly to the horizon, spreading the hues of orange and red across the clear sky. The light filtered through the window and shone on the exhausted young woman in the bed.

The opening and closing of a door sent five pairs of feet rushing to the bottom of the stairs. Looking up expectantly at the blond walking down the grand staircase, Jarrod, Sue, Silas and Audra held their breath watching as Heath placed the bundle in Nick’s arms.

Blue teary eyes looked into the teary hazel eyes. Nick pulled back the blanket revealing the sleeping baby with light brown hair. Her father’s gentle voice carried to everyone’s ears.

“Brother Nick, may I have the pleasure of introducing your goddaughter. Nicoleah Victoria Barkley.”

THE END