Coming to Terms, Part 6

40 Rifles and Boots

by doreliz

 

 

 

 

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.

 

 

 

 

 [Note about the remainder of the story:  At this point I have to take some liberties with the canon.  The framing story of Boots with My Father’s Name doesn’t make geographical sense – if Strawberry were close enough to Stockton that Victoria could drive a horse there and back in part of a day, it seems likely the Barkleys would have known all along who lived there – but the main story is a keystone of the series.  I tried to keep the essentials, while rearranging the frame to allow more time.  This Strawberry is meant to be the place on modern maps..]

 

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The Eighth Week

 

On the Friday after Heath’s return, when everyone was gathered in the living room before dinner, Victoria cut short the small talk.  “I have something to tell you all.”

 

“What is it, Mother?” Audra asked anxiously.  “Is it about the Wallaces?”

 

“The Wallaces?” Jarrod questioned.

 

“Sophie Wallace asked me weeks ago to bring Heath to tea with her.  Today we finally got there.”

 

Nick had been off the ranch that day and, like Jarrod, had not known of the visit.  “What happened, Heath, you break one o’ the china teacups?”

 

“Sure was scared I would.  Never seen so much lace and gewgaws in one place afore.”

 

“In fact Heath made a very good impression.  And I learned something about him I didn’t know before, he’s good with children – a couple of Sophie’s grandchildren were there, and they seemed to like Heath very much. – No, what I have to tell you is something Sophie told me while Heath was out of the room – he hasn’t heard it either.”  She had considered telling him privately, but decided it was better in this instance to treat him like the others.

 

“Well?”

 

“Well, Mayor Wallace and the Town Council have decided that Stockton should honor its pioneers again, and they want to put up a statue of your father.”

 

“A statue!”  Audra clapped her hands.  “That’s wonderful!”

 

“Nobody deserves it more!” added Nick.

 

“I remember there was some talk of it once before,” said Jarrod, “but this time it’s definite?”

 

“Apparently the statue is almost ready for shipping, from – wherever it is they make such things, in the East.  We’re to be asked to unveil it once it’s in place – maybe three weeks or a month.  Jarrod, you may do the honors.”

 

“Shall I make a long speech?”

 

“A short speech will do fine,” Nick told him.  “But Mother, you should cut the ribbon, or whatever it is you do at an unveiling.”

 

“We’ll settle that later, dear.”

 

“Gene should be home by the time it’s ready,” Jarrod added.  “Maybe we’ll let him make the speech.”

 

“But how could they make a statue that looks like Father?” Audra wondered.  “Nobody asked us for a picture.”

 

“I didn’t think to ask that.  I suppose someone loaned them a picture – the newspaper office, for instance. – At least, I hope so.  It would be – disconcerting –  to unveil the statue and then see it looked nothing like him.”

 

All this time Heath had said nothing.  Finally Audra was struck by his silence.  “Heath, how do you feel about it?”

 

“Fine,” he said shortly, and presently excused himself to go outside.  They watched him cross the yard toward the stables.

 

“Fine indeed,” said Jarrod, “but not the best-timed gesture.”

 

“I think Dave Wallace intended to show that your father’s friends still honor him in spite of – all this.  He meant it kindly – I couldn’t refuse, not at this late date – but I wish he hadn’t done it.  We’ll just have to make the best of it now.”

 

Nick started up as if to pace, but he could not yet walk without his cane, and he quickly sat down again, shaking his fist for emphasis.  “I for one am tired of bendin’ over backwards on account o’ Heath’s feelings.  He’s one o’ the family, he should be treated like one, and take his lumps as they come – he’s proved he can do that, ten times over!”

 

“All true,” said Jarrod, “but the past isn’t erased, Nick.  We can’t expect him to celebrate this statue – just leave him alone to make what he can of it.”

 

They agreed on their course of action.  They could not foresee what would happen to upset it.

 

 

The Ninth and Tenth Weeks

 

Three weeks passed before the statue arrived in Stockton ready for erection, and Gene finished his course.  At the ranch harvesting operations were in progress on the farmland.  Jarrod made another trip to San Francisco, and came home after a week looking well satisfied.  Nick hired a new foreman, Dace Edwards, a younger and more sociable man than McColl had been.

 

During the weeks since Nick’s injury Victoria had made up her difference with Rebecca Mason, who had never wanted to quarrel with her.  Amelia Travis was another matter, but Sophie Wallace had used her influence to make Amelia back down, far enough to shake hands with Heath after church the first Sunday he was back.  After that Victoria relented enough in turn to compliment Amelia on her new hat.  Friendliness was reestablished, without real friendship.  Whatever prospect there had been of a closer connection seemed to be gone:  Jarrod’s interest in Meg and hers in him, once promising, had faded in the harsh light of other concerns.

 

Audra was excited for a week about the Harvest Ball being held in Stockton’s largest hall.  She spent hours trying out different ways of doing her hair, more hours with her favorite dressmaker over her gala gown.   She also made up her mind that Heath should go, and do her credit.  Somehow she prevailed on him to accept the invitation, then undertook to teach him the most popular steps, and even persuaded him to buy a black evening suit and a pair of dancing shoes, though he would not go to San Francisco to visit Jarrod’s tailor.

 

The evening came at last.  Only Heath accompanied the Barkley ladies, as Jarrod and Gene were still away and Nick’s leg was giving him too much pain to consider dancing or even standing for long.

 

“Are you going to dance, Mother?”  It had not occurred to Audra to ask before her mother came downstairs in her own gala costume, quite splendid though not quite new.

 

“Oh, I’ll have to see if anyone asks me!”

 

“Heath will, won’t you, Heath?”

 

Heath turned red.  “Be an honor.”

 

At the ball, Audra introduced or re-introduced Heath to several young women, danced with him once herself to prove to them that he knew how, and then left him to choose his own partners.  Victoria, watching, saw that he was making friends.  His good looks and gentle ways appealed to several young ladies, while some of the young men seemed pleasantly surprised by his unpretentious manners and others evidently respected his prowess – for already there was talk about what he could do, what he had done.  If some people still wanted nothing to do with him, at least they did not insult him openly.

 

He came to her after she had been sitting among the chaperones for nearly an hour, to ask her properly for a dance.  She saw the other ladies exchange glances.  She stood up.  “Why, it will be a pleasure, Mr. Barkley!”

 

No, it was not like that first time she had danced with Tom, much less like all the other times when they had known each other’s steps and touches so familiarly.  But she enjoyed being in his strong arms, and he did not step on her feet.

 

 

The Eleventh Week

 

Victoria realized, afterwards, that she should not even have thought about having Tom’s dress boots worn by one of his sons.  When they didn’t fit Jarrod, and didn’t fit Nick, she should at least have been discreet about asking Eugene.  She had certainly not intended to ask Heath.  If she had known Heath would come into the house just as Eugene too had not been able to get them on – if she had known Eugene would be so tactless as to propose Heath try them – and yet her youngest son was only trying, as they all had, to treat Heath as if he had always been there.

 

If only Heath’s feet had been as big as his brothers’!  But the boots had slipped on as if they were made for him – and he had taken them off again with a stumbled apology, and gone upstairs, leaving them all embarrassed, angry, sorry.  Confused.  Her sons had followed Heath upstairs, one after another, and whatever happened up there had left them all subdued for the rest of the day.

 

The day after that trifling incident, Heath began to talk to her, privately, about his feelings, and about the past.

 

 

The Twelfth Week

 

Jarrod had stayed overnight in Stockton preparing for a trial that began at nine o’clock Tuesday morning.  It was past four when the case wound up, and nearly six when he reached home ready for a good dinner and a quiet evening.

 

Audra met him at the door.  “Oh, Jarrod, thank goodness you’re here!  Mother’s gone!”

 

His heart sank.  “Gone where?”

 

“This note was on her dressing table.”  She held out a piece of scented stationery.

 

Victoria had written, “My dears, I am going to Strawberry to see some people there.  I expect to be back sometime Friday or Saturday.  Don’t worry about me.  Love, Mother.”

 

“Strawberry?”  They had talked, soon after Heath’s arrival, about going to Strawberry, but it had not seemed useful or urgent to do so.  What had changed to make it so important?  And why had she set off without telling anyone?  “When did she leave?”

 

“Silas says, soon after eight.  Nick drove over to the Watson place right after breakfast, and then he had other places to go – he’s not home yet – and Heath and Gene went out riding fences.  I stayed at the Stullmans’ last night – I was helping Lucy with her wedding dress – and we finished early, so I came home right after lunch.  When Silas told me, I looked in her room and found the note, and then I rode out to find Gene and Heath, and Heath said he’d go after her, but he could hardly catch up to her before she gets to Strawberry.”

 

“What time was it when he left?”

 

“A little before four – he came back here first for gear and two fresh horses.”

 

“So she had seven or eight hours start on him, and he has two hours start on me if I wanted to follow.  And of course he knows the way to Strawberry better than any of us, not to mention what to expect there. – Where’s Gene?”

 

“Still riding fences.  He’ll be in soon, but I don’t know when to expect Nick – I’m glad you came home first – you won’t let Nick do anything foolish.”

 

Jarrod went to talk to Silas, and then to Ciego, but he learned little more than Audra had.  His mother had evidently planned her expedition and chosen her time to avoid watchdogs.

 

Silas was remorseful.  “I oughta known somethin’ wrong when she go off like that all sudden.  I oughta sent fo’ Mr. Heath right off.”

 

“No, Silas,” Audra soothed.  “Mother often goes off suddenly, and she certainly doesn’t have to explain herself to anyone.  If she hadn’t left the note, though, we would’ve been wondering by this time.”

 

Jarrod said, “You did the right thing, little sister.  Heath is the best person to go after her.”

 

Nick, when he came home a little later, was not so sure.  “Who’s in Strawberry he don’t want her to meet?  Why’d he think he has to go after her anyway?”

 

“You’re suggesting that he followed her, not to protect her but to prevent her from finding what she was looking for?”

 

“We don’t really know him, do we?  Could be somethin’ fishy.”

 

Gene said, “That’s what Jarrod and I were saying when we found out you were hurt at Bakersfield – maybe Heath was behind it.  But it turned out different, he saved our, ah, beef, and I’m betting it’ll be the same this time.  If Mother needs saving, he’ll do it.”

 

“Of course he will!” declared Audra warmly.

 

Jarrod considered.  “Remember that Heath doesn’t really know us either, yet.  In particular, he doesn’t know just how capable Mother is of dealing with difficulties of all sorts.  In all probability, when he catches up to her she’ll be just fine, and she won’t let him stop her from seeing whoever is there to see.”

 

“I’ve got half a mind to go after him,” said Nick.

 

“Is your leg fit for riding?  You were driving today.”

 

“Haven’t tried it yet.  Might be all right.”

 

“You would’ve tried it if you weren’t still in pain.  After two days in the saddle you’d be useless.”

 

He must have been right, because Nick did not argue.  “You could go, then.  Or Gene. – Gene, you should’ve gone with him.”

 

“I did offer,” said Gene defensively.  “He said I’d slow him down. – He was likely right about that.”

 

“As for me, I’m not embarking on any wild goose chases tonight.  No, I say we trust Heath.”

 

Over dinner Gene came up with a question no one had thought of before.  “Has Heath sent any letters, or received any, since he’s been here?”

 

“A letter came for him a day or two before the cattle drive started,” Audra recalled.  “I picked up the mail that day and gave it to him.  That’s the only one I’ve seen.”

 

“Remember anything about it?”

 

“I couldn’t make out the postmark – it might have been Strawberry.  A woman’s handwriting.  He said thanks, it was from a friend of his mother’s.  I didn’t think much about it.”

 

“So he might’ve written to somebody in Strawberry soon after he came.”

 

“Come to think of it, he likely did,” said Nick abruptly.  “That first Saturday night when we went into town, he fell behind us and I saw he’d stopped at the post office.  Didn’t think any more about it then.”

 

“Stands to reason he would write to say he’s here, if there’s anybody still there he cares about,” Gene argued.

 

Jarrod weighed the evidence.  “All right.  If he did, and got an answer, it doesn’t prove anything.”

 

Nick frowned.  “He could’ve set something up.”

 

“But he couldn’t possibly have known Mother would head up there today.  Could he?”

 

“He and Mother had a long private talk Sunday,” Gene recalled.  “He might’ve told her something that prompted her to go.”

 

“Earlier, you said we should trust him.  Make up your mind, Gene.  I never know which side of the fence you’re on.”

 

Gene flushed.  “I do trust him.  I can’t help thinking, that’s all.”

 

“I still say, we should do something!”  Nick’s suspicions grew with every doubtful point.

 

“All right, Nick.  It’s almost dark now, there’s no moon, we can’t do anything tonight.  You and I will start early in the morning and drive to Sonora – that’s where she’ll likely stay tonight – and if we find out she’s gone on from there, we’ll head toward Strawberry.  Most likely we’ll meet her coming back, but just in case we’ll be no more than a day behind her.”

 

Nick agreed that was the best they could do.  “Heath’ll gain on her – he might not be vary far behind her when she gets there.  I just hope – I hope he’s as fond of her as he seems to be!”

 

“We agreed nearly three months ago, Nick, and I haven’t seen any reason to change my mind: he’s not an actor. – By the way,” Jarrod turned to Audra, “do you know if he took any money?”

 

“He didn’t say anything about it – I didn’t think of it either.  Will he need money?”

 

“Most likely he’ll camp out tonight – he did take camping gear – so he might not.  He probably has a few dollars in his pockets.”

 

Nick had been working on the accounts during his convalescence.  “He was paid before we started on the drive, like everybody else, and again at the end. – Well, at the end he was doin’ the payin’, down south there, but he did pay himself.  I checked. And he generally wins when he plays poker.  So he’d likely have a few dollars, yeah.  Far’s I know he hasn’t taken out any of what we put in the bank for him.”

 

“I know he hadn’t up to yesterday.”  That had come out in a chat Jarrod had had with Luther Kirby at the bank.   “One would expect, if he had any deep-laid plans, he’d plan to be sure of that money at least.”

 

“S’pose so.”  Nick relaxed slightly.

 

Jarrod looked around the table and recognized a fence he had to mend.  “Of course you’re leaving Gene in charge while you’re gone.  Probably the two of you have things to discuss tonight. – Audra, can you tell me what clothes Mother took with her?”

 

This gave him an excuse to go to his mother’s room and look around, but he could see no clues other than those Audra discovered from inspection of the wardrobe.

 

“Two of her usual travelling outfits – not the aprons she took to Bakersfield for nursing, nothing for a dress-up occasion – just ordinary clothes and shoes.  Her grey coat.  I can’t tell about underwear.”

 

“Mm.  Audra, now Nick and Gene aren’t listening, can you recall exactly what Heath said when you told him Mother was gone?”

 

“Gene was there too, remember.  When I rode up they were stopped, fastening a loose wire back in place.  I said ‘Mother’s gone to Strawberry’ – I suppose I sounded pretty dramatic.  Gene asked why, and Heath didn’t say anything, but he read her note and he thought for a minute while I was talking to Gene, and then he said ‘I better go after her.’  Gene said, ‘She’ll be all right’, and Heath said he was going anyway.  And then he looked at the horse he had out there and said he needed a fresh one, he’d ride back with me.  And I suggested on the way back that he take a spare. – He didn’t say what he was afraid might happen, but he didn’t like her going there.”

 

“Mm.  Might not be anything particular, even.  He might just be worried about an elderly lady driving alone on a mountain road.”

 

“‘Elderly’?  Would you call Mother elderly?”

 

“Not to her face, and don’t you dare tell her I said it.  But she’s not young any more.”

 

“Would you feel better if it was me?”

 

“No, I wouldn’t!  If she might be getting a little too old for such adventures, you are certainly much too young.”

 

“I hate being protected!”

 

“Audra! – You are young, inexperienced, and very beautiful – yes, you are, I don’t mind saying so – and rich besides.  There are any number of men who would like a chance to take advantage of you.  That’s why we want to protect you.”

 

She turned away from him.  “Heath’s mother wasn’t rich, of course!  Nobody protected her!”

 

“Do you suppose that hasn’t troubled me too?  When Father was there, she was a year or two older than you, I believe, and he was some years older than I am.  It’s hard not to think he took advantage. – Maybe Mother will find out for sure.”

 

“I hope so.  No matter how bad it is, I’d rather know. – Jarrod, do you think she was a – a bad woman?  I don’t want to think that, for Heath’s sake, but I can’t see how else – unless Father – ”

 

“I promised Heath, some time ago, that I wouldn’t let anyone say that.  I prefer to think it was, let’s say, imprudent passion on both sides.”

 

“Oh. – Jarrod, did you ever take advantage of someone’s imprudent passion?”

 

“I hope not! – There’s another side to every story, of course, and sometimes it’s full of surprises.  But I hope not. – Now I’d better go and look up a map.”  He escaped before she could ask more embarrassing questions. 

 

 

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Jarrod and Nick set out almost as soon as it was light enough to travel, driving Jarrod’s weekday buggy with a spare horse tied on behind.  Jarrod was grumpy enough to complain more than once about Nick’s fast driving, and Nick answered angrily.  They repeated the same arguments over and over, until they dropped them from sheer weariness.  As they got out of the area they knew well into less familiar country, both became more interested in where they were, and apart from another dispute when they took a wrong turn, they were getting along like loving brothers when they reached Sonora a little after one.  After arranging for a fresh horse at the livery, they ate dinner at the hotel and then started asking questions.

 

Yes, a grey-haired lady had stayed there the night before.  She had left about eight o’clock, heading into the mountains.  Oh yes, another  young man had asked about her earlier, mid-morning sometime.  Was he – ?”

 

Jarrod put down a generous tip and led the way out without attempting to satisfy the clerk’s curiosity.  “Well, we’ve gained on her, and so has he.  Keep going?”

 

Nick did not bother to answer.  “Reckon the livery’s the best place to ask about the road.”

 

Jarrod stopped, looking at the county courthouse.  “If Heath’s birth was registered, that’s where the record ought to be.  Mind if I inquire?”

 

“How long’s it gonna take?”

 

“Ten minutes, if we’re lucky.”

 

“Worth a try.”

 

They were not lucky.  Finding the right clerk and getting him to search the records for the right year took much too long for Nick’s patience, and when the result was negative he very nearly yelled at the man.  He did complain bitterly to Jarrod when they were on the road again.

 

“An hour wasted!  All we found out was there’s no record for him – you said yourself, that don’t prove anything!  Half the kids born up there in the mountains, likely, don’t get registered.”

 

“Now we know. – I wonder if there’s a baptismal certificate, and where it might be.”

 

“What for?”

 

“Just in case.  The time might come when having legal proof of anything could be valuable.  And the time to collect documents is as soon as possible.”

 

“Only a lawyer would care.”

 

“You can afford to say that, Nick, because you have me to look after your interests.  I’m trying to look after Heath’s interests in the same way, but it’s not easy without documents.”

 

Nick chewed on that for a few minutes while negotiating a difficult bit of road.  Finally he said, “What if Heath and me were on opposite sides?  You couldn’t look after us both.”

 

“Certainly not past the point where you were both willing to trust me. – If not you, maybe Gene someday, or Audra’s husband, or one of our children: some member of the family might decide they’d rather have Heath cut out.  I’d like to make that impossible.”

 

“You’re that sure.”

 

“You see, if I do it, I know how to undo it, if I ever change my mind.”

 

“Is that a joke?”

 

“I’ll tell you this time tomorrow.”

 

“So you’re not sure.”

 

“At this moment, I’m not as sure as I’d like to be, I confess.”

 

“I’m inclinin’ the other way.  No business of ours if there’s folks in Strawberry he don’t want us to meet.  We oughta be satisfied, he acts like one of us in our affairs, not go pokin’ our noses into his.”

 

“Do we want to be here at all?”

 

“Yeah.  We do.  This ain’t some herd, this is Mother.”

 

Once they got into the mountains, the road became considerably worse, and they were forced to a  walking pace most of the time.  There was little sign of traffic, except occasional droppings or tracks that proved other horses had traveled in the same direction earlier in the day.

 

Two hours before dark a thunderstorm forced them to take shelter under the buggy, and when it was over they had no choice but to camp for the night in the first well-drained spot and wait for the torrents in every hollow to go down.  They found little dry firewood, and no dry ground.

 

“Hope Mother’s safe and warm in a nice dry hotel in Strawberry,” said Nick.

 

 

They had been on the road for nearly three hours in the morning, struggling with mud and fallen branches, when they rounded a bend and met their mother’s buggy coming from the other direction.  Heath was sitting beside Victoria, one of the two horses he had taken with him tied behind.  Both parties stopped.  Nick and Jarrod got out and squelched through the mud.

 

“What are you two doing here?” Victoria demanded.  She had some scrapes and scratches on her face and hands, and her clothing was less immaculate than usual, but she did not appear to have been seriously injured.

 

“We thought – er – ”

 

“We were a little concerned.”

 

“Why?  You knew Heath was following me already.”

 

Neither of them attempted to answer.

 

Heath asked, “You got room to turn around there, or does one of us have to back up?”

 

They managed, with some difficulty, to turn their buggy and head back downhill.  Heath and Victoria stayed far enough behind them to avoid their splashing and, when they got out of the storm’s path, their dust.

 

Such settlements as they passed were dismal little places promising little hospitality.  At one of them, past noon, Nick stopped by the side of the road and waited for the others.

 

“Wanna see if anybody serves meals here?”

 

“Fried beans and rotgut coffee,” said Heath.  “Better place about three miles on.  Mind if we go ahead?”

 

“Where’s the other horse?”

 

“Livery at Sonora.  Figured you would’ve seen him there.”  He drove on.

 

“Would’ve, too, if we hadn’t wasted an hour in the courthouse,” Nick muttered.

 

Jarrod sighed.  His head and his back ached, he was hungry, and his feet had been wet for a long time now.  He felt both foolish and guilty.  “All right, it’s my fault.  This whole expedition is my fault.”

 

“I wanted to come as bad as you did – or worse.  You wouldn’t’ve come without me.”

 

“We’ll share the blame, then.  And next time we’ll trust Heath.  Won’t we?”

 

“Reckon so. – That don’t mean I don’t wanna hear what happened.”

 

Heath stopped at a log cabin half-hidden in the woods, where hens scratched under the trees and a half-grown pig lay in the mud.  A stout woman in men’s pants and a dirty apron opened the door and welcomed him with a shouted, “Heath, boy!  Good to see you!”

 

“Howdy, Mrs. Nichols!  Can you feed four hungry travelers this afternoon?”

 

“Ham and eggs do you?”

 

“Just fine!”  Jumping out of the buggy, he lifted Victoria carefully over the wheels and set her on the rickety porch.  Mrs. Nichols invited her in while the men looked after the horses.

 

“Friend of yours, is she, Heath?”

 

“Known her a while.”

 

Jarrod said, “Ham and eggs sound good.  We were caught in the rain last night, were you?”

 

“Didn’t rain higher up.”

 

“You go all the way to Strawberry?”  Nick continued his inquisition.

 

“Yep.”

 

“You know the road.  How far off were we when you met us?”

 

“Couple of hours.”

 

“So you spent the night there.”

 

“Yep.”

 

“Mother get there ahead of you, yesterday?”

 

“Yep.”

 

“She glad to see you?”

 

“Better ask her.”

 

 

Inside, Mrs. Nichols waved them to a dingy washbasin.  Victoria came out of the bedroom to join them at the bare table for ham and eggs.  The meal was rather greasy, but they were all hungry enough to overlook such details.

 

Mrs. Nichols poured coffee.  “Who’s your friends, Heath?”

 

Heath took a moment to consider before he said, “My family.”

 

“How’s that?  I thought you – ”

 

“My Mama died up at Strawberry, ‘bout four months back.  Like I told you then.  Didn’t tell you, ‘fore she died she told me who was my father.  Tom Barkley.”

 

Mrs. Nichols looked at Victoria, who smiled.  “I’m Victoria Barkley, Mrs. Nichols, and these are my sons Jarrod and Nick.  Heath is one of us now.”

 

“You all go up to Strawberry to settle things up?”

 

“You could say that. – Mrs. Nichols, did you know Rachel Caulfield is dead too?”

 

“Never heard that.  Don’t get up there much myself any more – just see them as goes up and down, which ain’t many these days.”

 

Jarrod and Nick looked at each other, confirming that neither of them had ever heard of Rachel Caulfield.  But this was not the place to ask questions.

 

When they had finished, Heath quietly took money out of his pocket and laid it on the mantle.  “That’s too much!” Mrs. Nichols protested.

 

“Makin’ up for some o’ the times you fed me when I couldn’t hardly give you a dime.”

 

“Well, you chopped wood for me, s’I recollect.  You got lotsa money now?”

 

Heath grinned and whispered in her ear, just loud enough for the others to hear, “More’n I know what to do with.”

 

“Will I see you again, Heath?”

 

“Hannah’s still up there.  Reckon I’ll go check on her now and then.  ‘Fore winter, likely.”

 

“So where you livin’ now?”

 

“Stockton.”

 

“Long trip.  You oughta get Hannah to move down there.”

 

“Tried.  She says no.”

 

It was past three when they were ready to go again.  “You figure on stayin’ at Sonora tonight?” asked Nick.

 

“Yep.  Gotta see the sheriff there anyway.”

 

“See the sheriff?  Why?”

 

Victoria said, “We’ll tell you later.” 

 

 

“She’s punishin’ us!” Nick complained when they were back on the road.

 

“There was a gleam in her eye that suggested that.  But it could be she’s got Heath talking and she wants to keep him going.”

 

“Heath?  Talking?  If I ever met a man that never says two words when one’ll do, it’s him.”

 

“He isn’t comfortable yet, talking to you and me.  I hope he will be soon. – This is the first time he’s introduced us to any of his friends.”

 

“Mighty peculiar friend, that Mrs. Nichols.”

 

“If we ever have another occasion to go to Strawberry, we might be glad of her hospitality.  I looked around; I hope I could find the place again.”

 

“Who’s the Hannah he mentioned, still lives at Strawberry?”

 

“I know no more than you, Nick.”

 

 

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When they were all sitting around a table in the hotel dining room in Sonora, waiting for dinner to come, Victoria began telling Jarrod and Nick what had happened.

 

“Heath told me about four people I might find in Strawberry, who might be able to answer some of the questions I’ve had.  Two were his uncle and aunt, Leah’s half brother and his wife, Matt and Martha Simmons.  From what Heath told me, I gathered they weren’t much help when he was growing up.  And the other two were Leah’s closest friends, Rachel Caulfield and Hannah James.”

 

Jarrod noted that his mother now spoke of Leah Thomson without her surname, as if of someone she had known personally.  “You said before, Rachel Caulfield is dead.”

 

“Yes.  I was told that as soon as I got to Strawberry, yesterday afternoon, and asked for directions to her house.  I was very sorry, not only because she seemed the likeliest of the four to help me, but  because she was Heath’s good friend too.  She died about six weeks ago – if I’d only made up my mind to go sooner!”

 

“I oughter told you ‘bout her first off,” said Heath, his voice thick with guilt and regret.  “She deserved better – I oughter gone to see her, not just wrote.”

 

“But you did write to her?  Heath, you couldn’t know what would happen.”

 

“Oughter known.”

 

“How?  I don’t understand – was she ill when you were there before?”

 

“She’ll tell you.”  He indicated Victoria.

 

“One thing at a time, Jarrod.  I’m telling the story as I found things out, I can’t tell you everything at once.”  Victoria gave Heath a chance to recover his self-control.  “Next I asked about Hannah, and found her at the little house where Heath lived as a boy. – Were you actually born there, dear?”

 

“Yep.”

 

“It’s a nicer house than Mrs. Nichols’ cabin, for instance, but it could use a coat of paint, and maybe some new shingles.  Next time you go to see Hannah, Heath, you might want to see about it. – Hannah is a colored woman, she told me she can’t read, but I can see she’s worked very hard to keep decent in that place.”

 

“She tell you anythin’ else?”

 

“Some of what she told me, I’m going to save until we’re at home, so Eugene and Audra can hear it at the same time.  Right now – well, I wasn’t satisfied with what she said at first.”

 

Heath added, “Hannah’s old, she gets mixed up sometimes.”

 

“So I went to see Mr. and Mrs. Simmons – they own the hotel.  They told me a story I didn’t quite believe, and it was plain they wanted money – they said, to pay them back for all the help they gave Leah when Heath was small, which didn’t agree with what Heath had told me.”

 

“Did you give them any?”

 

“No.  I played the silly little woman, said I’d have to consult my son the lawyer. – I was almost ready to give up, but then Hannah asked me back to her house again.  Then she told me, among other things, that Rachel Caulfield was killed falling down a mine shaft, and it was plain she thought Mr. or Mrs. Simmons, or both, had something to do with it.  Hannah was frightened for her own safety.”

 

Jarrod looked at Heath to see how he felt about his uncle’s possibly having killed his mother’s friend.  Grim, angry, but not surprised, he thought.  So that was why he thought he should have foreseen some disaster, and blamed himself for not preventing it.

 

“I began to be a little frightened on my own account by that time,” Victoria went on.  “I had planned to stay overnight at the hotel, but I decided then, I didn’t want to do that.  There is a hotel of sorts in Pinecrest, a few miles this side of Strawberry – not a very promising place, I’d thought on my way up, but I decided to take a chance on it.  I went back to the Simmons’ hotel because I’d left my rig there, and it was gone.  Then Mr. and Mrs. Simmons began threatening me – and then Heath came along. – Heath and I got the rig from where they had hidden it, and went back to Hannah’s, and stayed the night in her house.”

 

“Now we know why you wanna see the sheriff.”

 

“One reason.  I’m not finished.”  But their meal arrived, and they were all ready to give it the attention it deserved.  When their plates were empty, Victoria continued her story.  “We agreed we’d come to Sonora and talk to the sheriff here.”  Her eyes met Jarrod’s across the table, and he understood Heath had wanted to take the matter into his own hands and she had dissuaded him.

 

“Gonna do that soon as we’re through here,” said Heath.

 

“So we started out of town this morning.  Between Strawberry and Pinecrest, there’s an old bridge, or chute, I don’t know what, above the road.  Someone fired a rifle at us from there – I heard a bullet whiz between us.  We jumped down into the shelter of the buggy, and Heath fired back.  I didn’t quite realize before, Heath’s a very good shot – he hit the man with the rifle, killed him, with only a revolver.”

 

“Was it – ?”  Nick cut off the end of his question, but no one doubted that he was thinking with some horror of Heath’s uncle.

 

“The hotel wasn’t busy, Strawberry is almost a ghost town now, but there was one man who seemed to be staying there – I saw him the day before, on the front porch, polishing his rifle.  It was the same man.”

 

“Name o’ Phelps,” Heath added.  “Folks I asked there don’t know much about him, he’d been at the hotel a coupla months, s’posed to be prospectin’, but the old bartender at the saloon said he never seemed to do much.  Don’t reckon he’ll be missed much, ‘less by Aunt Martha.  But anyway, gotta see the sheriff about that too.”

 

“You just leave him there?”

 

“Tied him over his horse and sent it runnin’ back to town.”

 

“Heath, you didn’t!”

 

“Did, though.  Somebody there put him up to tryin’ to kill us – and it wasn’t Hannah.”

 

“Are they likely to try again – come after you in person, or send someone else?” asked Jarrod carefully.

 

“Tain’t likely.  Not once we’ve seen the sheriff.”

 

“You think it was your aunt’s doing.”

 

“Yep.  Can’t prove it, though.”

 

“What about your uncle?”

 

“Too scared.  Or too drunk.  She’s the mean one.”

 

Victoria said, “I expect he’ll leave Strawberry for parts unknown, likely over the state line.  So will she, I imagine, but they may not go together.”

 

“I’ll go along with you to the sheriff, if I may.  With Mother as a witness, it’s not likely he’d call it anything but self-defense, but it won’t hurt if he sees you have a lawyer on your side.”

 

“Thanks.”

 

“And I’ll see if I can make him take Mrs. Caulfield’s death a little more seriously than he seems to have done yet. – But, Heath, I need to be sure you won’t go after them yourself, whatever the sheriff does.  I don’t want one of my family involved in private vengeance.”

 

Heath looked at Victoria before he answered.  “I won’t.”

 

Victoria said, “Nick, you must be worn out.  Go to bed, dear, don’t wait for us.”

 

If Nick had been in his usual form, he surely would have insisted on accompanying them to the sheriff’s office, but now he admitted that his leg was aching badly, and agreed to remain at the hotel, though he insisted he would wait up for them.

 

 

It was a couple of hours before they returned.  They found Nick waiting on a chair in the upstairs hall, and followed him into his own small room, where he lay back gratefully and propped his leg on a pillow.  Victoria perched beside him, Jarrod sat in the chair, and Heath leaned against the wall.

 

“The sheriff agreed that Heath won’t be charged in the death of Phelps,” Jarrod began.  “The man had an unsavory reputation already, it seems.  In fact, the sheriff was much inclined to blame him for the death of Rachel Caulfield, which would be a tidy solution from his point of view.  However, I think we convinced him that he should make a trip to Strawberry in the near future and ask Mr. and Mrs. Simmons some hard questions – if they’re still there, of course, which we think they might not be.  We didn’t try to tell the sheriff what they’re likely to do.”

 

“So what’ll come of it?”

 

“Probably very little.  Unless they’re still around when the sheriff gets there, and unless he gets some damaging admissions out of them, or finds some hard evidence, that will likely be the end of it.  If they decamp, he might bother to send out some wanted posters. – We did mention Hannah, and that we’re interested in her safety; I don’t know if that will help her much, though.”

 

“All we can do.”  Nick dismissed the subject.  “Mother, you mind drivin’ with Jarrod tomorrow?  I’ve had enough of his company.  And Heath can drive with me.”

 

“I’ll agree to that,” said Jarrod promptly.

 

“I suppose I wouldn’t mind too much,” Victoria conceded with a smile.  “If it’s all right with you, Heath.”

 

Heath did not smile, but the way he said, “All right,” sounded as if he was pleased to be asked.

 

 

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At the ranch, Gene and Audra had wavered between intense anxiety for their mother's safety, and a conviction that Jarrod and Nick had mounted their rescue expedition for nothing.  Gene had little time or energy to fret, since the responsibility of running the ranch with its new foreman had been thrust upon him unprepared, but Audra, with Silas to rely on, did not find the house kept her busy, and worried a good deal.

 

Friday evening Gene was a little late coming in for dinner.  “So what have you been doing?” he asked when he had satisfied most of his hunger.

 

“I went into town.  But there wasn’t a telegram.”

 

“That’s good, don’t you think?  If anything bad had happened, surely we would’ve heard by now.  In fact, they might arrive any time.”

 

“Silas is keeping something back for them, in case they do.  I hope – I hope everything will be all right.”

 

“Want to tell me what you’re afraid of?”

 

“Gene, Mother went to find out something – about father, and her, Leah Thomson.  Maybe she’ll find out he wasn’t so guilty – maybe even Heath will think so – and we’ll all be happy.  But what if – what if he did something worse than we know yet?  What if that’s what Heath doesn’t want her to know?  I think that would be terrible for all of us – and it might mean Heath wouldn’t stay.”

 

Not knowing how to answer her first concern, he fastened on the second.  “I hope he does stay.  I told him that the first day.”

 

“So did I, the first day.  I said, if he didn’t we’d always wonder.  But now, we’d miss him.  At least I would.”

 

“You and Heath get along real well.”  He sounded a little jealous.

 

“We do seem to.  I’ve missed you, you know, since you’ve been away at college – Jarrod and Nick are so much older, they can’t be bothered with a little sister, I’m a decoration.  Except when I’m in trouble! – But Heath likes having a sister, he never had one before.  The same as he likes having brothers. – Next year, when you graduate – ”

 

“Didn’t tell you, did I?”  He felt guilty.  “I’m going to try to get into medical school.  Be a doctor.”

 

“Oh, Gene!  A doctor! – Will you come and practice in Stockton? – Dr. Merar’s getting old, you know.  Or will you start up somewhere like that Dr. Jones in Bakersfield, that Mother liked so much?  Or go to a big city?”

 

“Don’t know yet.  Not likely Stockton, though – don’t count on that.”

 

“So you likely won’t be at home after all!”

 

“Not much – maybe never again for very long at a time. – See, that’s why I wanted Heath to stay, from the start.  So Nick won’t need me.”

 

“Gene, don’t you like it here?”

 

“Didn’t say I don’t.  I want to make something of my life, that’s all.”

 

She thought about that.  “Yes, I see.   I wish I could!  If I had to earn my living I’d try to be a teacher – since I couldn’t be a rancher, or at least it would be awfully hard for a young woman to be a rancher – that’s what I’d really like. – But as it is, I have to be a ‘young lady’ and marry ‘suitably’.”

 

“The world would be a dismal place without young ladies and suitable marriages.  Your destiny is to make folks happy, little sister.”

 

“Make one man happy, if I ever find a man I like better than my brothers. – And have babies.  That’s all you men think women are good for.”

 

“Audra, how did we get into this?  Have pity on me, I’m tired out.”

 

In the living room, he proved how tired he was by falling asleep over his book.  Audra tucked a blanket around him and sat sewing and listening to the wind.  Soon, she thought, she would wake him up and they would go to bed.  Soon it would be too late for anyone to come tonight.

 

 

Then she heard the sound of horses coming into the yard, and Nick’s voice shouting for Ciego.  Audra jumped up, poked Gene to wake him, called Silas, and took the lamp out on the verandah in time to see the second buggy and its weary horse appear out of the darkness.  Gene came past her and lifted Victoria down before Jarrod could do so.

 

“Oh, my dears!  Have you had an anxious time?”  Victoria hugged Gene and then Audra, and waited on the verandah for Jarrod to follow them in with a valise in each hand.

 

“What happened, Mother?  Where’s Heath?”

 

Silas came from the kitchen to ascertain that they had not eaten, and promptly began laying the table for four.

 

“Heath’s with Nick,” said Jarrod.  “I suggest we take a few minutes to freshen up before we eat, Mother, and when everyone’s ready you can tell us the rest of your story.”

 

 

An hour later they gathered in the living room.  Nick propped his leg on a footstool.  Heath sat next to Audra with a sleepy Gene on her other side, Jarrod a little apart, leaning his head on his hand.  Victoria took a chair from which she could see all their faces.

 

“You boys all look tuckered out,” she teased.  “Maybe I should reserve my story until tomorrow.”

 

“Not on my account!” declared Nick.  Jarrod and Gene chimed agreement.

 

“All right.  Eugene and Audra, naturally Jarrod and Nick already know some of this story, and Heath knows all of it, but I’m sure they’ll be patient while I explain to you from the beginning.”

 

She told them how Heath had told her about the people in Strawberry, how she had rashly decided to go there alone, how she had learned of Rachel Caulfield’s death and how she had gone to see Hannah.

 

“Hannah was – a bit mixed up, as Heath said afterwards.  When she first saw me she called me Miss Leah. – But when I told her my name she understood who I am.  She didn’t want to talk to me – that didn’t seem strange, because why would she? but it didn’t help me much.”

 

Jarrod pounced on a detail she had not mentioned before.  “I wonder if – Heath, does Mother look anything like your mother? enough to confuse Hannah?”

 

“Not to me.  Well, maybe, to Hannah, she don’t see so good.”

 

“Then what?” asked Gene.

 

“I tried the hotel next.  Mr. and Mrs. Simmons were quite willing to talk.  The story they chose to tell me wasn’t one I wanted to hear – they said, your father came courting Leah, he loved her very much, but then he left her and her child because he was afraid of a scandal that would hurt his business interests, and she brought Heath up with only them to help.  Heath had already told me they didn’t help much. – They were asking for money, too.  I don’t know why they didn’t tell me what they must’ve thought I did want to hear, unless they were thinking of blackmail.  But I didn’t give them anything.”

 

“Oh, Mother, how – !”  Audra might have said more if Heath had not been there.

 

“Aunt Martha has a nasty tongue,” said Heath.  “Reckon she wanted to hurt you, even more’n she wanted the money.”

 

“I was almost ready to give up and drive away.  It was late in the afternoon, and I thought I’d go back to Pinecrest and stay in the hotel there overnight, rather than stay in the Simmons’ establishment. – But when I went out, there was Hannah trying to get my attention.  I went back to her house with her.”

 

Audra asked, “Did she tell you something more?”

 

“She had remembered that there was a letter, that might answer some of my questions.  She started looking for it, in an old trunk, and while she was looking she told me more about Leah – how pretty she was, and how she loved to laugh.  And that she was a good woman.  I couldn’t help but believe that – I believed it already before I went.”

 

“Of course.  You said that from the first.”

 

“Hannah told me, your father didn’t go looking for Leah.  He was hurt – I knew that already, that he had a broken collarbone while he was in Strawberry – and Leah found him lying half dead in an alley behind a saloon.  And took him home and nursed him, likely saved his life. – Nurse and patient: that can be a very intimate relationship; I suppose it’s not so surprising that it led to more intimacy yet.”

 

Nick, who had frequently been nursed, muttered something that seemed to be agreement.

 

“Hannah said she loved him, but she couldn’t say if he loved her.  But then she found the letter.”  Victoria took a folded and worn piece of paper out of her bag, and unfolded it carefully.  “It’s in your father’s handwriting – there’s no doubt of that.  I’ll read it to you.”

 

She had their full attention as she began: 

 

 

Dear Leah,

 

I got home safe and found all well here.  Sold my share of the mine for a good profit, so I won’t ever need to go back to Strawberry.  It’s the best way, like you said.

 

You’re a wonderful woman, Leah, perhaps the only woman in the world I could have loved as much as I love my wife, and someday very soon I hope you’ll meet someone.  You’ll fall in love as you deserve, and he will love you as you deserve to be loved, and you’ll be as happy as I am, as proud as I am of my family.  You must marry, Leah, you must have children   You were meant for that.

 

I can never repay all I owe you, but if there is ever anything I can do, you have only to ask.  Write to me only “Come” and I will come.

 

Yours most affectionately,

 

Tom Barkley.

 

 

“So he didn’t know,” said Nick.  “I told you, Jarrod.”

 

“Evidently you were right,” Jarrod answered lightly.  It was easy to speak lightly about it with this clear evidence in hand – evidence that, though his father had not been innocent in the matter, his guilt had not been so very black.  He felt a burden lifting from his shoulders.

 

Gene said, “So he sent her this letter after he got home.  It sounds as if she wanted him not to come back.  But she could have – Heath, could she?  Could she read and write?”

 

“Yep.  Couldn’t spell too good, though.”

 

“So she could have written to him.  Wonder why she didn’t?”

 

“Hannah couldn’t tell me that,” said Victoria.  “I got the impression she would have favored doing so, but that Leah made her own decisions for her own reasons. – I think it shows she was a woman of great courage and generosity.  But she must have paid a price, and so did Heath.”

 

Nick turned his head to look at Heath.  “Reckon it wasn’t easy, growin’ up like that.  Can’t help thinkin’ of how we, my friends and me, treated some kids in Stockton that didn’t have a father – ashamed of it now, but kids don’t know any better.  You must’ve been on the wrong end of some o’that too, Heath.”

 

“Some.”

 

“Though we know at least some people in the town thought well of your mother,” remarked Jarrod, remembering Amos Jennings in the saloon.

 

“Some.  Some had other ideas.”

 

Audra wiped away tears.  “Heath, what did your mother tell you when you were little, about your father?”

 

“She had me believin’ he was mighty fine – what he was, to you, I s’pose.  I kept ‘spectin’ him to come back and make everything right.  Reckon I was seven or eight when I figured out that wasn’t goin’ to happen.”

 

“Oh, Heath!”

 

Jarrod, listening, experienced a sudden change of perspective.  Until now, he had acted toward Heath out of a sense of justice, a feeling of obligation, and as time passed a growing respect and liking for the man.  In public he had admitted his father’s fault while he denied that anyone had ever thought Tom Barkley was perfect and insisted they did not know exactly what had happened, while in his heart he had been grieving for the memory of the father he had admired and loved.  Now, hearing and understanding for the first time these details, what Heath had suffered as a child, he found that compassion for his brother had replaced grief for his father.

 

He said, “Regardless of what she could have done, or wanted to do, he should never have left it up to her.  He should have gone back to make sure she was all right.  He should have taken care of you, somehow or other.”

 

Nick declared, “That’s right!  You oughta have grown up here with us.”

 

“Reckon Mama would’ve had somethin’ to say ‘bout it.”

 

“If Father’d known ‘bout you, he would’ve had you here, no matter what your mother said!”

 

“Dunno ‘bout that.”

 

Gene said, “It would’ve been a battle of wills, then.  Which would’ve been the stronger, we’ll never know.”

 

Jarrod added, “Leah Thomson was a strong-willed woman, no doubt of that.  But don’t forget there would’ve been a third party to any such battle.  Where would you have stood, Mother?”

 

 “On principle, I’ve always believed a young child shouldn’t be taken from its mother, as long as she’s a good mother.  I think I would have tried to find a middle way.”

 

Audra asked softly, “Would you have forgiven Father, if you’d known at the time?”

 

“I expect so – though perhaps not right away!  If I had known – well, no use talking about that now.  There was fault on both sides, and I was at fault too.  I wish now I had asked the questions I didn’t ask.” Victoria folded the letter and put it away.  Someday she would give it to Heath, but not yet.

 

She went on to tell the rest of the story, how Mr. and Mrs. Simmons had threatened her with Rachel Caulfield’s fate, and Heath had come just in time to save her, and they had stayed overnight with Hannah.  “I slept in Leah’s bed,” she said softly.  “I felt very close to her there.  I feel as if I knew her.”

 

At last she came to the shooting on the way home.

 

Audra’s eyes widened in horror.  “Heath, it could have been your uncle!”

 

“No matter.  Had to protect Mother.”

 

There was a small silence.  Four pairs of eyes moved from Heath’s suddenly scarlet face to Victoria’s delighted smile.

 

“That’s something else we talked about on the way.  Heath agrees.  When he says ‘Mama’ he means Leah, and when he says ‘Mother’, from now on, he means me.  Does anyone object?”

 

No one did.  Audra leaned over and kissed Heath’s cheek.  “Much better,” she said.  “It was awkward, my brother not calling my mother ‘Mother’.”

 

Gene reached behind her to slap Heath’s shoulder.  “Knew you couldn’t keep up saying ‘ma’am’ forever.”

 

There was not much more of the story after that, except Jarrod and Nick’s account of their own uncomfortable journey.  At the end of it Jarrod turned to Heath.

 

“Heath, we went after you because we didn’t trust you completely.  I want to apologize for that.  It won’t happen again.”

 

Heath thought about that before he answered seriously, “I didn’t trust you neither.  Oughter told all o’ you all that afore.”

 

“You’re both right,” said Nick.  “Time we all started trustin’.”

 

 

The Thirteenth Week

 

A few days later they all dressed up and went to Stockton for the statue unveiling.  Heath wore his father's boots and managed not to look too uncomfortable in them.  Audra shed a few tears very prettily, Gene applauded wildly, and Nick looked around the audience as if daring anyone to criticize, while Jarrod made an appropriate speech, and Victoria performed the unveiling with grace and dignity.

 

It was a life-size statue of a man on horseback, no doubt very similar to thousands of such statues erected all over the country in honor of founding fathers and military heroes.  This one had a plain coat and hat rather than a uniform, and looked enough like the existing pictures of Tom Barkley to pass muster if not too closely examined.  Each member of the family found something admiring to say about it, but not one of them was entirely pleased.

 

It was only a statue, after all.  Life was much more interesting.

 

 

THE END