Those Who Know Me True

Chapters 81-86

by heartcat

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.

This story includes adult situations and sensitive scenes that might be too realistic for some readers.

Chapter 81

While the other Barkleys went on to Mike Chang's Chinatown residence to deliver their bags and get settled in, Jarrod once again took Catherine and Cadence to see Chiu Yi. The petite woman greeted them warmly, amidst Jarrod and Catherine's grateful praise for the other items she had created. Jarrod explained proudly that there was to be a wedding, and wondered if he could impose yet again on the master dressmaker to create a gown for Catherine.

"Mr. Barkley!" the tiny Chinese woman exclaimed, her eyes twinkling. "My sincerest congratulations. But surely you must know this is my busiest season! Between Christmas and New Year's, I am swamped with orders!" She bowed low. "But for you, I will make yet another exception. I have Missy's measurements. If she would kindly remain with me for a while, look at some magazines and patterns...I promise you I will attend to the creation myself, and I will have it sent on to you in Stockton in time for your wedding. I am honoured to be of assistance. And of course, something for the young one as well." She smiled.

Jarrod thanked the woman profusely, kissing Catherine on the cheek and telling her that he would take Cadence back to the brownstone to leave their luggage, and then take the child to do a bit of shopping before meeting Catherine back at the dress shop in an hour and a half. Catherine was excited at the prospect of sharing her ideas with the other woman, for the creation of the gown she would wear when she became Jarrod's wife.

Jarrod was happy to have time to spend with his new daughter. They hired a carriage and went to some of the beautifully decorated shops to select a few gifts for the child to give her mother for Christmas. Holding her small hand in his as they browsed, gave Jarrod an unparalleled thrill. The adoption papers might not have been drawn up yet, but Cadence was already his daughter, as far as Jarrod was concerned. To know that Catherine and Cadence would be a part of his life fully now, forever more, gave him a feeling of elation such as he had never known or imagined.

When they went back to pick up Catherine, her contentment was evident. She refused to say anything about the dresses, just smiling and saying that Jarrod would have to wait and see. Jarrod wanted to stop by the San Francisco office, to see Mark Treymore and finally catch up on the happenings there. As well, he wanted to invite the young man to the wedding in person. He knew that so close to the date, Mark might well already have plans for New Year's, but he wanted to extend the offer nonetheless.

Jarrod gave Catherine an amount of money that made her eyes widen, telling she and Cadence to do some shopping, and agreeing to meet them back at the house in two hours. They would meet the other Barkleys at one of the local restaurants later for their evening meal. Before parting, Jarrod bent down towards Cadence, cautioning her not to divulge the secrets contained in the bags he carried. The little girl promised that she wouldn't. The happy, conspiratorial look that passed between them, brought a smile to Catherine's face.

San Francisco had donned her seasonal finery, and Catherine was struck by the beauty that was everywhere. Lamp posts were festooned with garlands and bows. Shops displayed their wares in windows dressed with glitter and greenery, tempting passersby. On the street corners, vendors sold roasted chestnuts from little carts. Having never had such a delicacy, Catherine and Cadence stopped to sample a bag of the warm nuts. They giggled at one another, popping the nut meat into one another's mouths, savouring the taste, feeling spoiled and decadent.

People smiled and nodded to the pair as they walked along the sidewalks, full of seasonal good cheer. Catherine felt welcomed and accepted, here in San Francisco, as she had nowhere else in this country. Her smiled seemed permanent as she and her daughter strolled the city streets, finding something new and exciting on each corner. Cady's constant prattle, so different from the forlorn child of only a few days ago, gladdened her heart. Jarrod's love hadn't only made a difference in Catherine's life, but in Cadence's as well. And not for the material things he could and had given them. But because of the strength of his commitment to them and the undeniable knowledge that they were, at last, where they belonged.

When they passed the small art gallery, Catherine's eye was drawn immediately to the painting on the gilded easel in the centre of the display window. It was a pastoral oil on canvas, a substantial piece about two and one half feet high by about four feet wide. The scene was serene. Blue sky, greens and browns of a pasture, a small lake, tucked into the centre of the painting. There were trees in the foreground, and green and gold hills extending upward from the lake at the rear. And was that...? Catherine couldn't tell clearly from outside. She grabbed Cady's hand excitedly and hurried inside the shop.

The tinkling of bells announced their presence. An older man with a dark suit and a big, handlebar moustache came forward to greet them. He looked at Catherine for a moment in surprise, then gave her his best salesman's smile. "Good day, Madam," he said in a smooth, cultured voice. "I am Mr. Anthony, proprietor of this humble establishment. How may I be of assistance?"

Catherine smiled in return. "Good day, Sir. I wished to inquire about the painting in the window. The one in the rosewood frame, displayed on the easel. Perhaps might I view it up close?"

He gave her a slight bow. "The Duncanson? Madam has exquisite taste," he complimented. "Please, if you'll have a seat, I'll just be a moment. Or, if you would like to browse..." He indicated the small gallery with a sweep of his arm. In addition to other paintings, there were small pieces of statuary.

Catherine guided Cadence to a couple of elaborately carved upholstered chairs, beckoning her daughter to sit down. There was another easel, empty, tucked into a well lit alcove. Catherine assumed pieces were brought here for viewing by potential clients. She glanced around. Even the decor here looked very expensive, from the rugs beneath their feet, to the crystal chandelier above their heads, to the various chairs grouped in seating arrangements at strategic points throughout the gallery. Expensive, but tasteful, she noted.

She fidgeted nervously as she waited for the proprietor to return with the painting. Perhaps this wasn't a good idea. She felt out of place here. And the painting was bound to be inordinately expensive. Oh well, she reasoned. Even if cost one hundred dollars, if it was as ideal as she thought it was, it would be worth it for Jarrod. And he had given her many times that amount, amidst urgings to spend it, and it was tucked now into a pocket of her silk purse.

Mr. Anthony brought the painting to the easel, setting it up for her. He stood next to it, hands folded behind his back, watching as the young, tawny-skinned woman rose to approach the work of art. If it hadn't been for her fine clothes, and her genteel elocution, he would have sent her on her way the moment she passed his threshold. But obviously, she was a woman of breeding and means. A foreigner, perhaps. With a discriminating eye for art.

Catherine studied the painting. The azure sky. The soft clouds, touched with pink and gold. The hint of sunlight breaking through, lightening the rolling green pasture where it touched. She could see now that brown dairy cattle grazed in the front pasture, attended by a cattle dog, while children played in the background. Everything looked fresh and clean, as in the aftermath of a rain. The soft, muted colours created a scene that touched her.

And yes...extending there on the right side of the page...

"How much are you asking?" Catherine inquired softly.

She heard his snort. Obviously, she had made some faux pas. This wasn't the way things were done. "It's a Robert Scott Duncanson." Mr. Anthony launched into his spiel. "I don't know whether or not Madam is familiar with his work?" He didn't wait for her to reply. "Mr. Duncanson was born in New York, back in the twenties. His mother was a freewoman of African descent, his father a Canadian of Scottish descent.

"Mr. Duncanson studied painting in Glasgow, Scotland. He was, obviously, of the Romantic persuasion. He became quite well known for his naturalistic landscape scenes, such as this one, painted in 1859. It's really quite breathtaking, isn't it?"

Catherine nodded and Mr. Anthony continued. "Mr. Duncanson suffered an emotional illness and had a collapse in the early seventies. Unfortunately, he succumbed to his illness, and the world lost a very talented painter."

Catherine agreed, demure on the exterior, her mind racing within. The artist was mulatto. Surely a man who must have known and experienced prejudice in his time. A half-breed child of both an American and Canadian parent! It seemed to her a sign that she should have this painting. Everything was just too perfect for it to have been a coincidence that she happened upon it this way.

As if to confirm her thoughts, the proprietor remarked casually, "I just changed the window display myself, this morning, when the previous painting that occupied that spot sold. We're quite fortunate to have a piece of this calibre from an artist who is no longer with us."

"How much is it?" Catherine asked again. It didn't really matter though. This was meant for Jarrod.

Mr. Anthony didn't blink. "Well, Mr. Duncanson's works such as this one were selling for $500 before his death," the man informed her. "But I'm offering this one for a very reasonable $900."

Nine hundred dollars! Catherine's breath caught in her throat. My goodness! She hadn't earned that much in the last five years. She chewed her bottom lip. She had the money. It was Jarrod's money, true. But if she was to be his wife, then it would be hers as well. And how much had he already spent on she and Cadence? And how much would he be spending in the next few days? "What do you think, Cadence?" Catherine asked carefully.

"It's pretty," the little girl said simply, trying politely to hide her disinterest.

Catherine moved to touch the column of light that reached from the heavens to the earth. A misty smear, not clearly defined, suggestive of the colours that lay within, amorphously graced the canvas.

"It's called 'Landscape with Rainbow'," Mr. Anthony remarked.

Catherine paid for the painting, and said that she would make arrangements for someone to pick it up the following day.


After a sumptuous dinner, Victoria, Audra, Annabelle and Chase went back to Mike Chang's to retire early. They wanted to be well rested for a full day's shopping tomorrow. Nick convinced Heath to accompany him to some of the favourite night spots. After they had all agreed to meet tomorrow for breakfast at the Palace Hotel diningroom, Jarrod, Catherine and Cadence decided to walk back to the brownstone. The evening was crisp but not uncomfortable, and they wanted to enjoy the sights and sounds of the impending holiday.

It was fully night now, and all up and down the streets gas lamps cast their warm glow. Jarrod and Catherine walked with Cadence between them, pointing out sights of interest. Shop windows lured them with artfully displayed merchandise designed to empty their pocketbooks. On one street corner, Whitman's department store had an entire window designed with children's gifts. There were wonderful dolls and manufactured toys from Germany, France, Austria and Switzerland. Cadence's eyes grew round as she gaped at the scope of the offerings.

They came upon a group of three carolers. One was playing a violin, one was singing, and another offered sheets of music for sale. They stopped to join in, adding their voices for a few stanzas of 'Joy to the World', before Jarrod purchased some music.

The air was fragrant with the scent of roasted chestnuts from the street vendors, and the sharp scent of evergreens that draped over doorways, and graced some as wreaths. Homes had candles lit in the windows that faced the street, offering a traditional beacon of shelter and hospitality for lost or weary travellers. On the street corners, groups of musicians played traditional melodies.

Catherine and Cadence had never experienced anything like this. Cady implored Jarrod to stop for roasted chestnuts, and he agreed, over Catherine's laughing protestations that the child had eaten some earlier in the day. The three stood listening to music, while they munched the hot chestnuts. Eventually, they had wended their way back to the house. As happy as they were to be home, they were sorry to leave the festive atmosphere of the streets.


Later, when Cadence was asleep, Jarrod took Catherine's hand and led her upstairs to his bedroom. It seemed so long since they had been in one another's arms, but their hands and lips remembered the way. Wordlessly, in front of the fire, they undressed one another with infinite slowness, stopping to kiss and caress throughout the journey.

When Jarrod finally pulled her gently onto his bed, Catherine was dizzy with desire for him. Her loins ached to accept him. He waited before claiming her, his hands skillfully arousing her to a frenzy, while his lips played masterfully over hers. His tongue slipped between her teeth, dancing with hers, tasting her sweetness, while she sucked on it hungrily. He covered her face and the exposed skin of her throat with kisses that burned a trail wherever they touched.

Catherine's hands kneaded the flesh of his back, slipping down to his buttocks and then around to the front, as she boldly stroked him, his resultant groans of pleasure causing tremors to course through her. He bent his head against her chest, his lips licking and nipping gently, while she arched her back and tangled her fingers in his dark hair.

"I love you," Jarrod whispered, raising his head as their mouths melded again.

"I love you," Catherine countered feverishly, moving her hips to press against him. Her need consumed her.

Catherine closed her eyes, crying out in jubilation as at last their bodies became one. Jarrod moved against her, at first with excruciating slowness, until her own body's rhythm encouraged him to abandon himself to the frantic dance of love. Straining against one another, their cries of release transcended physical fulfillment. With this expression of their corporeal love, came the emancipation of all of their emotional pain, fear and longing that each had suffered since their parting.


They lay together afterwards, facing one another, propped on their elbows. Jarrod stroked Catherine's long tresses, while her fingers traced patterns in the dark hairs that scattered across his chest. The flickering of the fire cast shadows on their naked forms.

"I can't promise you that this will be easy," Jarrod said at last.

"I've forgotten what an easy life is," Catherine told him with a faint smile.

"Even though I'm not running for governor anymore, there might still be some fools who can't or won't understand. People who will try to make our lives difficult," he told her regretfully.

"Whatever trials we face," she replied, "nothing can be worse than not having you in my life. And in Cady's."

Jarrod leaned to kiss Catherine's forehead. "I will do whatever I can to protect you both," he vowed.

Catherine brought up something that had been troubling her. "And what if the animosity towards me...towards us...extends towards your family? How much can we expect them to bear, in order to attain our own happiness?"

Jarrod sighed. "I don't know. I don't know if it could get to the point where the sacrifice it would require of them just becomes too great. Where it interferes with our enjoyment of our love or our lives together. But I think we'll know, if that point every does come."

"And then?" Catherine prompted. "I am happy to try to live in your world with you. But if your world won't let us?"

"Then, as hard as it would be, we'll leave the valley. And we'll keep searching until we can find a place where we can share our love," Jarrod told her.

Catherine looked at him intently. "I know of such a place," she said softly. Hesitantly. Jarrod raised an eyebrow quizzically. "A place where the people are warm and welcoming. Where the music is loud and the people love to sing and dance jigs. Where the people are great storytellers. Where the women are proud of their beadwork. Where the winters are long and cold, but one look at the aurora borealis makes it all worthwhile. A place where it doesn't matter whether you're white or Indian. Or both. Where all are accepted and all have value."

Jarrod stared at her. Of course, he realized. If they could not make a place for themselves in his world, there would always be a place for them in hers. It seemed so simple...Jarrod couldn't imagine why he had never thought of it before. It was true, his home had always been in California. In the San Joaquin valley. His family was there. His mother. His sister and brothers. He would hate to have to leave them.

But he would have a new family now. His own parents had left their homes to forge westward. To build a new and better life for themselves and their children. They had said good bye to friends and family and struck out for an untamed land. They had had the courage and the commitment. To a future with one another, and to a love that would one day create Jarrod and his siblings.

He could always do the same. And he had an advantage over his parents. He had the financial resources to begin his life over again wherever he chose. Wherever it would be best for his family. Jarrod felt the tug of obligation to the Barkley name. He had spent his life trying to fulfill his duties. Helping to raise his younger brothers and sister after his father's death. Taking on all of his family's legal concerns.

But if they had to...they could get along without him. Jarrod wasn't tied to the ranch, and to the land. Not in the same way that Nick and Heath were. And Audra would soon be married, and there would be another man to take care of her now. Gene had gone out east, had pursued his own interests and desires, and none of them had given it a second thought.

The Barkley name was not a yoke to harness him, Jarrod realized. It was the freedom to be who he was and to care for those he held dear. And Canada, the Red River Settlement, though it was in another land, wasn't that far away. With the expansion of rail travel, they could return from time to time to California. Mark Treymore was a good and trustworthy attorney. He could be entrusted with the family's business.

Jarrod would never readily want to go. But he knew now that he could. For Catherine and Cadence he could. It would be a sacrifice, but it was nothing to compare to a future without them. Or a future where they would not be wholly accepted and respected. Catherine must miss her family. Her heritage. But she was willing to forfeit all of it for him. Certainly, if it was required of him, if it was best for all of them, Jarrod would do the same thing for her. For them.

Catherine watched Jarrod's inner turmoil and finally his acceptance. She saw the truth in his eyes. For her and Cadence, he would leave his precious valley if it ever came to that, and begin his life anew in another land.

She spoke again. "A place where they always need men of dedication and devotion, to ensure justice and to right wrongs." Catherine hesitated, taking a deep breath. She captured Jarrod's hand and placed it on her abdomen. "A place where your son or daughter could grow up and be accepted for the unique individual that they will be."

Jarrod's breath caught in his throat, as he stared at her, stunned. What did Catherine mean? What was she saying? He glanced agog at where his hand rested against her. Could it be? He was afraid to hope, afraid to read more into her words that she meant. His heart soared and then plummeted. Perhaps she was talking about one day in the distant future. For something that she hoped for, not something that was. Jarrod looked into her eyes, trying to find the answer there.

Catherine nodded, biting her bottom lip, looking suddenly shy. "Congratulations, Counselor," she said softly.

Jarrod gave a strangled cry, and pulled her towards him. He had believed himself to be at the pinnacle of bliss. He hadn't thought that he could possibly be any happier than he already was. And now, miraculously, her words had opened the floodgate to even more joy. Jarrod murmured words of love and gratitude to her, over and over, while he kissed her hair, her face, her lips. Tears ran down his cheeks as he tried to absorb this wondrous news. His beautiful, incredible Catherine was carrying his child!

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(The artist described in this chapter, Robert Scott Duncanson, was real, and as described herein. As well, the painting described, 'Landscape with Rainbow' is a real piece of American artistic history.)

Chapter 82

Catherine stood near the gold brocade curtains that delineated the drawing room from the foyer, watching as Nick lifted Cadence to place a couple of smaller, wrapped presents on the Christmas tree. It had been so long since Catherine had felt such happiness, such peace and contentment, such love and acceptance...that these wonderful feelings were almost alien to her.

After the whirlwind of San Francisco, it had been good to come back to the Barkley ranch. It had been a productive couple of days, the Barkley private car had been filled to overflowing with packages, and the shopping and dining and sight-seeing had been an incredible experience. But it had been nice to come 'home'.

Strange, Catherine thought, how she had begun to view the ranch and the white mansion this way. She wasn't sure exactly when that had happened, or how it had occurred...just that when their carriage crested the rise on the day of their return from their expedition, she had been flooded with warmth to see the pitch of the roof and the familiar pillars, trailing with greenery. They were home now.

Silas had done an excellent job of beginning with the decorations. A big wreath had graced the front door, the greenery interspersed with berries and dried fruit and nuts in the shell, and wrapped and tied with burgundy silk ribbon. There was a single candle in each of the windows. A black, cast iron urn on the front veranda was overflowing with artfully arranged greenery, and interestingly shaped twigs, and dried florals.

Inside, though there had still been work to be done elsewhere, the main staircase had been wrapped with garlands, and wreaths hung from the upper rails. Potted poinsettias rested on every other step, along the wall side. Catherine and Cadence had enjoyed helping to finish with the decorating over the last several days. Not a room in the mansion went undecorated, including the bedrooms and watercloset.

Now, everywhere the eye gazed, there was something festive to rest on. A garland looped the marble mantle of the parlour fireplace, trimmed with French horns, ribbons, fruits and confectionaries. Candles, in varying heights and widths, in different holders...brass, crystal and silver...but all uniformly white in colour, lit the mantletop. Pine cones crackled and snapped within the conflagration below.

All of the picture frames were draped in greens and adorned with pine cones and ribbons in gold and burgundy and green. Pine boughs hung above every window. Smaller tables held vases filled with bunches of holly. On one of the larger tables near the fireplace was a nativity scene, made of porcelain. And on the small table to Catherine's right, was the Barkley family bible, laid open to the Christmas story. The greatest story ever told.

In addition to the holiday sights were the luscious scents. The smell of baking cookies. The chestnuts roasted in a special pan on the hearth. The popcorn that was coaxed from the small, hard kernels and then strung with cranberries to encircle the tree. The sharp, outdoorsy aroma of pine and fir that enveloped each room. The spicy and citrusy scents of the oranges, lemons and limes that had been pierced with dried cloves, and rolled in ground cinnamon, and set in bowls here and there amidst more greenery. Everywhere there was a delight of fragrances that evoked peace and good-will and happy anticipation.

Nick and Heath had returned yesterday afternoon with the Christmas tree, culled from the north ridge of the Barkley property. The spruce was tall and broad, perfectly shaped, and stood now in front of the French doors that lead from the drawing room to the outdoors.

Last night, they had all participated in it's decoration, telling stories of Christmases past, while drinking mulled cider. Catherine had shared stories of the Christmases of her youth. Cadence already knew these stories, but listened again eagerly. And Catherine had been touched by the genuine interest on the faces of the Barkleys.

In the Red River Settlement, Christmas had been more of a religious holiday, Catherine had enlightened them. On Christmas Eve, families would walk to church if they lived close enough, or bundle into sleighs and make the trek. Midnight Mass was a special memory for her. The glow of the candles. The recitation of favourite bible passages. The hymns in both Cree or French. And then afterwards had come the reveillon, a large supper to mark the occasion.

Christmas Day too, was a religious celebration, and a modest one at that. There were no actual gifts exchanged on Christmas Day, Catherine had told them, except for some candies, apples, or pastries. Early on Christmas morning there had been travels by horse and sleigh to Uncle Moise's, and the homes of other loved ones. How eagerly she had looked forward to spending time with her cousins and extended family.

Catherine and her mother would prepare food for days beforehand, as would other mothers and daughters in other households, to ensure that everyone would be well fed. She recalled fondly those hours spent in the kitchen, side by side with her mother, making the traditional foods. Sharing their love, as her mother would tell Catherine about the holidays spent with her own mother.

There would be beignes (fried bannock - a flat, circular cake or bread made of oatmeal or barley mean), boulettes (meat balls), and rababou (stew). Chokecherries or Saskatoon berries were served with cream and sugar. There were puddings, and pemmican, and wild game. And to drink, tea and home-made beer or wine.

From Christmas until the Epiphany, on January 6th, there were would be music and celebration and ballroom dances by oil light. Catherine's eyes shone as in her mind's ear she heard the lively tunes, and in her mind's eye saw the familiar forms and faces from her youth as they kicked up their heels in exuberant good cheer.

The Barkleys had been surprised to learn that New Year's had been the grand celebration among the Metis, instead of Christmas. And children were an integral part of that celebration. They would receive presents from their parents, usually small gifts of food. On New Year's Eve, a young Catherine had hung her stocking at the foot of her bed. When she woke up on New Year's morning, she would find all sorts of treats...small, hand-carved toys, beads to create with, silk ribbons, and confectionaries. She had continued that tradition with Cadence, in addition to observing a more traditional American Christmas on that day.

It was always this time of year that Catherine missed her family, her people, her country, the most. She missed the sights and the sounds...even the cold and the snow. She had felt the tears in her eyes, as she spoke about them and about her holidays back in Canada. Jarrod, ever sensitive to her moods, had gone to her, wrapping his arms around her wordlessly, tangibly offering his love and support, while her eloquent words carried them back to the world of her youth and all of those that she had loved.

While she had shared her stories with the others, they had continued to place the beautiful, cherished ornaments on the tree. Catherine had been nervous at first that Cadence might accidentally drop one of the lovely, molded wax figures of angels and children that had been stored for the past year in a box that Heath had retrieved from the attic. But Victoria, sensing her concern, had whispered to her not to worry. To let the child hold and appreciate the lovely objects, and to share in their placement on the tree.

Other ornaments were made of cotton wool, wrapped around armatures of metal or wood, and then trimmed with embossed paper faces, gold paper wings, and 'diamond dust' or powdered glass. Catherine had never seen so many manufactured ornaments, more accustomed to the hand-made ones of her youth. Uncle Moise, the richest in the family with his physician's practice, had had a few, once they had first appeared on the scene in the early seventies. But it had been nothing to rival the Barkley's collection.

Audra shared with Catherine and Cadence the meaning behind some of the ornaments that were more precious to the family. Some juvenile creations from the Barkleys' individual childhoods. There was the last ornament that Tom Barkley had presented to the family...a wax angel with fluffy, silver-white hair that he had told them all was representative of Victoria and the way she watched over the family. There was the silver bell that Heath had presented to Annabelle on their first Christmas as a couple...to his 'Belle'.

There were cornucopias that the women and Cadence had collaborated on making, filled with fruits, nuts, candy and popcorn, and suspended from tree branches. And of course, the popcorn and cranberry garlands. Cadence had giggled as they had worked on those, snatching up little handfuls of the popcorn when she thought no one was looking, and stuffing them into her mouth. It had warmed Catherine to see how delighted and at ease her daughter was. And to feel how much a part of things the two of them were. She and Cadence might not be Barkleys in name quite yet, but they had been already been accepted as such in the hearts of this generous, loving family.

Finally, with the tree groaning under the weight of it's assorted ornaments, paper chains, cookies, and candies, they had added the tinsel, and finally the tiny, hand-dipped, ivory-coloured candles. Then Jarrod had lifted Cadence to set the Nuremburg angel atop the tree, his hands securely at her waist as he held her aloft in his strong arms. With her wings of spun glass, crinkled gold skirt and bisque countenance, the angel was the most beautiful thing the little girl thought she had ever seen. How honoured Cady had been to be allowed to not only handle such a precious object, but to put it in it's traditional place at the highest peak of the tree.

Now, Nick held Cadence in his arms, the two of them smiling as Cadence placed some of the small, gaily wrapped packages on the limbs of the tree. Earlier, Nick had entreated the child to help him with his wrapping, and together they had disappeared with scissors and ribbons and paper to his room, emerging later with a plethora of packages that had been added to those under and on the tree.

Catherine felt the arm encircle her waist from behind, and then Jarrod's cheek was pressed against her own, his chest solid against her back. Already, in the last couple of weeks, he had put back on most of the weight that he had lost. The constant parade of holiday foods and treats had certainly helped in that respect. He looked wonderful. Healthy. His skin glowing, his blue eyes vivid and alive again.

"What are you thinking, my love," Jarrod whispered against her ear. Just the warmth of his breath against her skin made Catherine's loins tingle.

"Just about how happy I am. How happy Cady is," she replied. "Thinking of what a wonderful Christmas this will be, and how fortunate we are to be a part of things here."

Jarrod kissed her cheek. "We are fortunate to have you here. I am, especially. The joy you and Cadence bring to my life is immeasurable. To all of our lives."

"It's hard to imagine that it's Christmas Eve already," Catherine mused. "One week from today, and it will be our wedding day." Her gown had arrived that morning from San Francisco. Though she hadn't tried it on yet, with Audra's help she had opened it out and held it against herself. It looked perfect, just as she had envisioned.

Jarrod hugged her tighter. "It will be the happiest day of my life." His hand slid lower, softly caressing her abdomen, as he thought of the child growing within.

Immediately after Catherine's revelation, that she was pregnant and that there would be a new baby sometime towards the end of next July, Jarrod had been ecstatic as the news sunk in. Then, he had considered what would have happened if he had not gone after Catherine and Cadence. What had Catherine planned to do about her pregnancy? Jarrod had asked, stricken.

Catherine had told him that she had only recently learned the news. When she had missed her first womanly time, she had thought it because of the emotional upset of her parting from Jarrod. And she had had no sickness in the mornings. Though she hadn't had the sickness with Cadence either. When she had missed her second time, she had begun to realize that despite their precautions, she might be with child. And so she had consulted a physician in Redemption, and after an examination, he had given her the news that she was indeed pregnant.

Catherine had known immediately that she would have to tell Jarrod. Aside from the fact that she would need his help...that she could not possibly care for Cadence and a new baby and work to support them all...there was the fact that Jarrod deserved to know he was going to be a father.

Especially after all that had happened surrounding Heath and his formative years, how difficult his life had been and how much he had missed out on. Not just Heath, but all of them, with the chance to know one another from the beginning and to share a past as well as a future.

"I wasn't sure yet how or when I would approach you," Catherine had told Jarrod as she ran her index finger over the deep curve on his chin. "It would mean I would have to come clean about the lie about Jesse, about being married. I was afraid of how you would react to knowing I had deceived you. I envisioned your contempt. Or, I thought that you might still believe the lie, and denounce me. That you might think the child was another man's and that I had been abandoned again, and then turned to you in desperation.

"I knew that once I saw you again, I would never be able to keep you from knowing how very much I loved you. How very much I wanted you still. But I knew that before too long, I would have to tell you about our child. You had a right to know. And as frightened and upset as I was, I was grateful to have this part of you that would be mine forever. Your child, to grow in my womb. To cherish and raise.

"But I didn't want you to take me back out of obligation, Jarrod. Knowing what a decent and honourable man you are, I knew that if you believed that the child I was carrying was yours, you would insist that we be married. Whether you still had feelings for me or not. When you came to Redemption for us, I knew that it was a sign from God. That we were meant to be together, and that you loved me for me, and did not just want me because you were a principled and decent man."

Catherine had paused then, searching his face, her eyes expressing her sorrow for all that both of them had had to go through. "When you asked me to marry you...without knowing yet about our child...all of the fears and doubts just washed right out of me." She had looked then at the beautiful ring on her finger. The magnificent opal, flanked by the sapphires and diamonds. Jarrod had told her the story behind his selection and modification of her engagement ring.

Jarrod had paled then, as a terrible thought occurred to him. What if Clayton Knowles .22 calibre bullet had found it's intended mark that night? What if it had been his blood instead that had stained the grounds of the cemetery? What if he had never been able to see Catherine and Cadence again? Had never known about the child that Catherine carried? What would have become of the three of them, without him there to protect and love them? Patricia's sacrifice had taken on an even deeper meaning than Jarrod had previously realized.

"If I had died..." he choked out.

Catherine had put her finger to his lips. "You didn't," she interjected hastily. "And that's all that matters. We are together again. All three of us. Soon to be four. We have been given a second chance, and we will all make the most of this incredible opportunity. 'For our future in the distance, and the good that we can do.' "

They had agreed not to say anything about Catherine's pregnancy until another month or so had passed. Until they were surer that their child was healthy and would grow to term. The doctor had told Catherine that most problems occurred within the first few months of pregnancy, and that once that time had passed, she could reasonably expect that all would be well. So, the couple had agreed to keep their secret until then. Though Jarrod found it difficult not to say anything, when his heart was soaring so and he just wanted to shout his proclamation from the rooftop.

"We have to go get the Yule log still," Jarrod reminded her, stroking her arm. That was to be their task. His and Catherine's and Cadence's. To find the log that would burn in the hearth for the twelve days of Christmas. Jarrod knew a place on the property where there were some felled trees, and where he was certain they would find a suitable length of wood. Catherine nodded against his cheek.

"Come on, Pumpkin!" Jarrod called out to Cady. "Let's hitch up the buggy and go get our Yule log!"

Cadence skipped over, intrigued by thoughts of this strange new custom, and the role that she was to play in both the log's selection, and in the lighting of it tonight. "I helped Nick wrap all his presents," Cady told Jarrod proudly. Her mother had explained to her that once Momma and Jarrod were married, she could call Jarrod's brothers 'Uncle' and she could call Miss Audra 'Auntie'. And Mrs. Barkley would be 'Grandmother'. "I know what he got for you," Cadence winked at Jarrod.

"What?" Jarrod asked in a exaggerated whisper, bending down towards her.

"Hey now!" Nick roared in mock outrage. "You promised not to tell!"

Cadence giggled and looked reassuringly back at the tall cowboy who stood with his hands on his hips, his scowl in danger of being replaced with a grin. "I won't tell!" she vowed.

As Jarrod went out to arrange for the buggy, Catherine helped Cadence into her coat. As she stood off to the side, bent over as she was doing up the buttons, Catherine felt a tap on her shoulder. She looked up at Nick who was smiling at her, looking slightly embarrassed. He pointed towards the ceiling. "Mistletoe," he said gruffly, trying to hide his awkwardness with brusqueness.

Catherine glanced up at the ceiling. That was a new tradition that the Barkleys had introduced her to. Jarrod had explained that while many churches didn't allow mistletoe because of it's pagan origins, most homes delighted in perpetuating the practice. In ancient times, Jarrod had told Catherine, Druid priests had harvested mistletoe from sacred oaks on the fifth day after the new moon following the winter solstice.

Norse warriors who met one another under the mistletoe declared a truce for that day. Nowadays, people suspended it from their ceilings and in doorways at Christmas time. And those who met under it, could claim a kiss. The Barkleys had several mistletoe balls scattered around the house. The number of kisses allowed under each plant depended on the number of berries each contained. Each time a kiss was given, a berry was taken off. When there were no more berries, there could be no more kisses.

The mistletoe in the foyer had already been whittled considerably by the procession of holiday guests who had come to call. But there were still more than a few berries in evidence. Catherine straightened, smiling at Jarrod's dark-haired brother, offering her cheek.

Nick had often wondered just how much Jarrod had told Catherine about their confrontation that night in the study. He had watched Catherine carefully, for any signs of resentment or contempt, and had at last reasoned that his brother had not divulged his horrible secret. Still, Nick felt uncomfortable sometimes...guilty around Catherine. This woman who was to be his big brother's wife. Her dark eyes seemed able to search a man's soul, and Nick often got the feeling that Catherine could look right through him, and see his secret shame.

It didn't matter to him that he hadn't meant the ugly words he had uttered, 'half-breed Barkleys'. It only mattered that he had put his voice to such a loathsome phrase. The truth was, Nick knew that when and if the day came that Catherine and Jarrod should add to the Barkley family's bounty with the blessing of a child, he would love and accept that child without reservation. As he already did Cadence. As much as he did Chase.

"Thank you for making my brother happier than I have ever seen him," Nick told Catherine quietly, before quickly brushing his lips against the tawny skin of her cheek. "This truly is a Merry Christmas." The Nick reached up and snagged one of the red berries, curling it in his palm.

Jarrod, who had just come back inside from attending to the buggy, watched his brother and his bride-to-be as he stood in the open doorway. He had thought often these past few days of the things Nick had said that night. Of course, he believed to his very core that Nick hadn't meant them. He saw the way that Nick was with his daughter, and he was certain that Nick would be just as happy to welcome his newest niece or nephew into his life.

But Jarrod did wonder what other people would think. What they would say. How they would treat Cadence...adults and children alike...and how they would treat her brother or sister. Jarrod knew that he just couldn't stand it, if there was any heartache for either of them. More and more, he had been thinking of the Red River Settlement, and of Catherine's people. A people who were all peoples.

Could his new family survive in his world with dignity? How much hatred or ignorance could he allow them to bear before it was just too much? Was it acceptable to allow even one disrespectful incident? Where did he draw the line before fighting for their right to stay here and perhaps change people's attitudes...and retreating so that they could live out their lives with the freedom and consideration that all people were entitled to? They were questions that he found himself considering more and more.

"The buggy is hitched up and ready to go," Jarrod spoke. "Come, ladies," he said, extending both of his hands towards his girls. "Brother Nick, please let Mother know that we'll be back within the hour and not to start that sumptuous feast without us!" Jarrod declared, taking the hands that reached for him, the big and the small.

"We'll probably end up having to wait for Eugene anyway," Nick stated wryly. The youngest Barkley brother was supposed to be arriving in Stockton this afternoon to spend Christmas and New Year's with the family. But Gene was notorious for his tardiness, and for getting distracted. "He'll probably stop in town to say hello to someone, and end up staying for hours." Nick shook his head good-naturedly.

Twenty minutes later, the trio disembarked from the buggy and went to examine the fallen trees and to select the one that would be worthy of coming home as their Yule log. The selection was of the utmost importance, and it was a task that Jarrod did not take lightly. Finally, they made their choice, and Jarrod began to chop away with his axe, cautioning Catherine and Cadence to stand back and watch for flying woodchips. Jarrod's coat strained around his shoulders as he picked up the enormous log and set it reverently into the back of the carriage. Finally, satisfied, he brushed the dirt and debris from his clothes.

"The burning of the Yule log brings luck in the new year," Jarrod announced.

Cadence sidled up to him, reaching to take his hand. "You must have burned a really good log last Christmas," she said matter-of-factly. Jarrod and Catherine smiled at one another over the child's head. Her next words couldn't have been more true. "Because it sure did bring us luck. It brought us our family!"

Chapter 83

With great ceremony, Jarrod sprinkled the trunk of the enormous Yule log with oil, salt and mulled wine. Traditionally, the master of the house would do the libations, and since Tom Barkley's passing, the honour of the task had passed naturally to his eldest son. The Barkley clan, old and new, gathered around the hearth for this important event.

"Dear Lord," Jarrod began, his voice deep and melodious, his dark head bowed, "we thank you for all of your blessings in this past year. For the birth of the first of the next Barkley generation, little Chase, son of Heath and Annabelle." Heath, who stood with his arm around his wife's waist, while Annabelle pressed into him with their son in her arms, smiled down at her, his face shining with love. She looked back up at him with such adoration that it made Heath's heart ache.

"For bringing Catherine and Cadence into our lives, where before this year is out there will be a wedding that will make them permanent members of our family legally, as well as spiritually." Catherine, sitting next to Cady, reached for her daughter's hand, squeezing it gently. How fortunate they were to have found a home among such special caring people. How lucky she was to have Jarrod's love, and to be able to share hers with him in return.

"For bringing us Bobby Olson, as we watch our family continue to grow, with the addition of such good and caring hearts." Audra smiled to herself, touching the diamond that graced her finger. Now that Jarrod and Catherine were back together, and Jarrod was happier than she had ever seen him, Audra was finally able to take joy fully in the wonder of her new love, and in the planning of their life together. Bobby would be joining them later, after dinner, to help celebrate his first Christmas as part of the Barkley family.

"We thank you for allowing us to all be together to celebrate this holiday season and the birth of Jesus Christ. We understand the trials you have set before us, so that we might realize the importance of the gifts that you have given. We thank you for family and for friends." Nick thought of the problems with the acquisition of the bull, and the difficulties with Kimball-Merriweather, that seemed so insignificant now.

He thought of his friend Kent Norris, and of Pauline and C.J. as they faced their first Christmas without Tommy. The dark-haired cowboy was heartened to know, however, that the Norris family was finally beginning to find their ways back to one another, and to turn to each other as they worked through their grief. He said his own silent prayer for them, and then another of gratitude that his own relationship with his older brother had been repaired and was as strong as ever.

"We ask that you continue to bless this family with health and happiness as we light this log for the twelve days of Christmas. We ask that you keep your spirit alive in our hearts, and that we will continue to walk with you and to know your blessings in the coming year." Victoria felt certain that there was one blessing in particular the family would be celebrating sometime next summer.

Though neither Jarrod nor Catherine had said anything, Victoria had watched the way her son sometimes unconsciously caressed Catherine's abdomen when he stood next to her, or held her in his arms, a dreamy smile of wonder lighting his features. Or Catherine would place her hands protectively over her middle, and then her eyes would find Jarrod's and the look that passed between them held such sweet secretiveness and joy, that Victoria really believed the young woman was with child. She wasn't shocked or scandalized by this, and didn't think less of either of them for having shared their passion.

Victoria could imagine no gift greater than that of another, healthy grandchild. This time last year, she had had no little ones to dote on. This year she had two, and next Christmas, she was almost certain there would be another. Her throat tightened as she thought wistfully of Tom and how proud he would have been of the way his family was flourishing, and of the people his children had become.

"As we light this Yule log, and it brightens our home and brings us warmth, may we continue to feel the brightness of your love and guidance and the warmth of those we cherish and hold dear to our hearts. In Jesus name we ask it, Amen." Gene thought that his older brother had done a wonderful job. The words from Jarrod's heart could easily have been echoed in any of theirs. And even though his own place now, and the life he was building was on the country's other coast, the youngest Barkley son would continue to cherish the family who had made him the man he was today, and to hold them in his hearts, even when he could not always hold them in his sights, or in his arms.

When he had met his future sister-in-law earlier, he had been struck by her inner grace. There was almost an aura around the young woman, of goodness and gentleness and love. When he had kissed her bronzed cheek, and looked into her lovely, dark eyes, Gene had felt that she was an open book. That what you saw was what you got, and that she was incapable of subterfuge.

The change in Jarrod from the last time Gene had seen him was astounding. That the young Metis woman's love was the cause of his brother's happiness was evident. The bond between the pair was tangible. Catherine completed Jarrod, taking all that had always been good and decent and honourable in him and solidifying it in a way that made Jarrod seem undefeatable. As though nothing in life could ever harm him again, or give him doubt. With Catherine by his side, Jarrod was finally at peace with his life and his world.

And the little girl, Cadence was a true delight. She was a beautiful child, and Catherine had done a remarkable job raising her, especially under the conditions that Mother and the others had shared with Gene. That Jarrod loved the little girl and considered her his daughter every bit as much as their Mother felt Heath to be her son, was obvious.

There was a chorus of murmured 'amens'. Catherine gave Cady a little nudge and the child carried the remnants of last year's Yule log, wrapped in gold brocade, towards Jarrod. He shifted the log deeper into the hearth, the widest end facing out into the room. He helped Cadence unwrap the splinters from the previous log, and then lit them with matches. Carefully, Cadence set the burning pieces into the hearth, in and around the new log.

It was customary for the young girls of households to actually light the log, and since there hadn't been a child in the family for a while, Audra had been doing that duty. When she had learned what her part was to be this year, Cadence had been excited at her role in perpetuating the tradition of the Yule log. Traditionally after the lighting, the young girl would say a small prayer, and kiss each member of the family. Cadence had asked to do something a bit differently, and Jarrod and Catherine had assured her that was fine.

She stood now, shyly, her hands clasped in front of her. Her wavy, dark hair was tied back with a pink ribbon that matched her taffeta dress. Cadence had been so happy to share in the Barkley family's traditions, and had wanted to share something back with them. A tradition that she had her mother shared on their Christmas Eve's, when it was just the two of them.

"This song," Catherine explained to them, "is sort of our unofficial anthem of the Metis. It is about the Battle of Seven Oaks, in June of 1819, which encapsulates the spirit of the resistance of the Metis. It's not traditionally a Christmas song, but my family has always made it a part of our Christmas celebration. Partly because we've always been very active in fighting for our people's rights. And I suppose because it tells about a hope for a new future for my people, much as God's gift of his only son, gave all of mankind a hope for a new future."

Catherine had helped her to practice the words of the song, and now Cady stood hesitantly. Jarrod's wide smile of encouragement relaxed her. The child bowed her head for a moment, recalling the words, then raised it again. The beautiful blue eyes in her honey-gold face, the melding of features both Indian and white, evidencing that she was a child of two cultures. Not just part of one, and part of another, less than either, but fully a child of a whole new culture.

The dulcet tones of her sweet soprano voice rose up from within as Cadence opened her mouth to sing. As the soft words flowed over the room, Catherine translated the French for them, in hushed tones.

"Voulez-vous ecouter chanter,
(Would you like to hear)
Une chanson de verite?
(A song of the truth?)
Le dix-neuf Juin, la bande des Bois-Brules,
(on June 19th, the Bois-Brules)
Sont arrives commes des braves guerriers.
(arrived like brave warriors)."

They sat mesmerized as the little girl sang for them. She had the loveliest, clearest voice, with such power and projection as to almost seem impossible for someone so young and untrained. Cadence was a raw talent with the voice of an angel.

After the song, Cadence ran to give each member of her new family a hug, even the newest one, Gene, who though she had just met him, seemed like a nice man. When she wrapped her arms around Jarrod, and he told her, "That was just beautiful, Pumpkin. You have one of the loveliest voices I have ever heard," his pride in her had made her chest swell.

Victoria rang one of the Christmas bells and announced that dinner was served. The meal was an incredible array of baked ham, oysters, shrimps, salad, smoked meats, canned and fresh fruits and nuts and cheeses. Food that Catherine had helped her future mother-in-law and sisters-in-law prepare. For dessert there was a selection of petite fours and confectionaries from one of the premier sweet shops in San Francisco. Wines produced from the Barkley vineyards flowed freely, except for Cadence who was allowed to have sparkling grape juice.

Afterwards, the festive mood turned slightly more solemn, as it was time for the family to trek out to the grave of the patriarch that they all missed, to lay a Christmas wreath. Victoria had created it herself, loving hands twining the evergreen boughs around dried grapevine woven into a circular shape. She had affixed to it some of Tom's favourite things. A cigar that had been his special brand. A horseshoe to recall what an avid horseman he had been. Some dried fruits from orchards he had planted with his own hands.

There were also some things to share the new happenings in their lives. A tiny, blue knit bootie, to signify the birth of their first grandchild. Two decorative, costume gold rings, to announce two new engagements. Some strands of her hair that she had woven into a loveknot and tucked behind the generous bow.

The matriarch carried the wreath clutched close to her chest as she led the family as they marched a procession to the small cemetery on the knoll. Each one, even Cadence carried a candle, in a tin holder, to shield any winds. Jarrod and Catherine came behind her, then Nick holding Cadence's hand, followed by Annabelle and Heath carrying his son, then Audra and Eugene brought up the rear. Every year since Tom Barkley's death, the family had made the walk through the dark, out to his marker, to lay a wreath and wish him a 'Merry Christmas'.

As Victoria knelt by her husband's grave, and bowed her head to speak her silent words of love and loss, her children did the same. Even their partners who had not known him, Annabelle and Catherine, did the same as they contemplated this man who had sired the men they loved and who was a part of them forever more. As always, Audra felt the tears shimmy in her eyes, and Gene put his arm around her shoulder, as he offered her his handkerchief.

Jarrod sent a thought heavenward to the departed soul of the man he had always idolized. 'Dear Father, how I wish you could have met them. My Catherine and my Cadence. And how I wish they might have known you. Catherine tells me that she does know you, that she sees you in all of us, your children. She sees you in Mother's remembrances. She sees you in the house that you built and the ranch that you carved out of untamed land. And you know what, Father? She is just so truly amazing, that I don't doubt that she really does.

'I haven't told this to anyone else, Father, but I'm going to be a daddy twice over. In addition to our Cadence, Catherine is now carrying my child. I can't imagine any accomplishment greater than that of raising a happy, healthy family.

'I know that your plans for me were different. At least, I thought they were. But I wonder now if perhaps I placed to much importance on one area of my life without remembering all that you had also taught me about another. Balance, my Catherine tells me, is the only way to happiness. I think you would have understood my decision to walk away from politics. I give you my promise though, Father, yet again. I will continue to help people in every way that I am able.

'But I also know that it's important to take care of my own family first and foremost. They are my biggest obligation, as we were always yours. I thank you for helping me grow to be the kind of man who is worthy of Catherine, Father. But I realize now that I am just one man, that I can't carry the weight of the world on my shoulders, and that in order to continue to give, I have to allow others to give back to me. To recharge my spirit.

'I miss you, Father. Now and always.'

Catherine felt the power of the love in the air around her, as the family thought of the one who had been taken from them far too cruelly, and far too soon. She understood the gamut of emotions that they were feeling. She missed her own parents terribly. And after she had said a silent prayer of gratitude to the man who had founded this family, and whose grandchild was growing within her, Catherine took a moment to consider her own parents.

As if on some unspoken cue, the bowed heads were raised again, and Victoria rose from the cold ground, and turned to head back to the house. As the others moved away, Jarrod hung back. Catherine turned to him questioningly. Cadence skipped off alongside Nick, asking him questions about his daddy. Their voices grew fainter as the group moved over the hillside and back towards the big, white house where smoke curled up out of the chimneys, and a single candle lit every window. Then Catherine comprehended his need. Jarrod had another that he felt he had to commune with on this most special of nights. She smiled at him gently and nodded her understanding.

Jarrod could see the perception on her tawny features. There was no hesitation, no jealousy in her obsidian eyes. She walked towards the low, black wrought iron gate to wait for him. Jarrod stepped over the ground, the grass brown now in the winter season. He stood over Beth's marker, the flicker of the candle's glow casting shadows over the letters carved in the stone. Her memory was like that light now, a flicker that came to him here and there, as now and then she would cross his mind.

He had written to Beth's parents, a short note to tell them that he was going to remarry. He felt that they had a right to know, to hear it from him first. That otherwise, to read of it in the newspapers, or hear it from someone else's lips might be too cruel. He hadn't really kept in touch with them in the years since Beth's murder. They did exchange cards at Christmas, and on Beth's birthday, he always sent a large donation to her favourite charity, which Beth's mother administered, and she always sent back an acknowledgement of his financial gift to the children's hospital.

He had had a letter back from Beth's mother two days ago. She wished him well in his new life, and said that her daughter would have wished him only happiness as well. It had been bittersweet, Jarrod's realization that if Beth had lived, he would not have Catherine now.

'Dear Beth, I trust that you are somewhere where the sky is always blue and the sun is always shining and where there is no roof over your head. I can imagine that you are there watching over the souls of children who had to go on without their parents. You didn't get a chance to meet the Norrises but they are good people, friends and neighbours, and their oldest son, just a boy really, of thirteen, was lost to them. Perhaps you can watch over him, and watch over them, and help to lighten the burden of their grieving hearts.

'We never got to share a Christmas together. Or an anniversary, or the birth of a child. But what we did share, and the love we felt helped to open my heart to the possibilities that were out there. That was your gift to me, showing me however briefly, that there were things besides work and my career. Your place in my life allowed me to recognize what I did want, when I was so fortunate to find it now.

'I think you would like Catherine, and I know that you, who always loved children so, would adore my new daughter Cadence. Thank you for helping my heart to develop and grow. If you hadn't, I might never have recognized the importance of balance in my life. I might have missed the opportunity that came to me that day when Catherine first showed up in my office. I might have forever been lost in work, and there would never have been true balance, true happiness for me.

'You helped me with the first tentative stretching of my wings, so that when the time came I was able to open them fully and soar. That was your gift to me. And in turn, it has affected the lives of a mother and child who have faced such struggle and loneliness that would have made your generous heart ache. Yet who kept their dignity and pride and goodness through it all.

'That was your gift to me, sweet Beth. The glimpse of a life beyond the narrow parameters that I had defined for myself. 'I live to hail the season of gifted ones foretold...'

Jarrod reached into his vest pocket, withdrawing the item from within. Then, bending at the waist, he tucked the eagle feather in among the grasses at the base of Elizabeth Jane Barkley's grave, the woman from his past, as he wished her a 'Merry Christmas'. The Jarrod turned to join the one who waited to carry him into the future.

Chapter 84

When they returned to the house, Bobby Olson had arrived and was waiting for them. Audra rushed to greet him, turning up her head for a prolonged kiss beneath the mistletoe, that had Heath comment mildly, "I think you'd better take two berries off for that one." Both Audra and Bobby flushed crimson, and the rest of the family laughed heartily.

When Jarrod and Catherine arrived shortly afterwards, the family had congregated in the drawing room. The tree was resplendent with the candles glowing on the tips of the branches, the light shimmering on the decorations and tinsel. Silas had set out trays of cookies and sweets, along with a big crystal bowl of the wassail. Jarrod offered Catherine a glass of the 'lamb's wool', the traditional hot drink of ale, sugar, nutmeg, cinnamon, cloves, eggs and roasted apples. The toast floating on top, reminiscent of fleece, was what gave the drink it's name. There was also eggnog, spiked for the adults, and a pitcher of the non-alcoholic variety for Cadence.

Catherine had helped Cadence to compose her first Christmas letter to Santa Claus. Santa had brought Cadence candies and oranges before, in her little stocking, but this was the first time he might be bringing her a gift as well. The little girl had been uncertain, hesitant to ask for anything at all. She had been taught to be grateful for what she had, and not to long for things that she couldn't. There was something that she had seen in the store windows of San Francisco though, a beautiful bisque doll. Cady had worried though that if she asked for the doll, her mother might be hurt and think that Cady didn't love Dolly that her mother had made for her.

Finally, Catherine had made some suggestions of things the child might like. She had seen the way her daughter's eyes had lit up when she had viewed the beautiful manufactured dolls. Gently, she had mentioned that perhaps Dolly might like a friend. Cadence's obvious relief at her mother's openness to the idea, and her approval of the way her mother had phrased the desire, had warmed Catherine's heart. She had been so proud that her daughter had been considering the feelings of others in the midst of her own wishes.

So, together they had written the message to Santa. Now Cadence reached to put the letter on top of the burning Yule log. As the piece of paper burned, and the smoke rose up the chimney, Jarrod explained to the child that Santa could read the wishes contained in the smoke, and that it was faster and easier to reach him this way. Cadence had nodded, her eyes wide with wonder, as she contemplated the magic figure who would be visiting them tonight.

Cadence was surprised to learn that not only would her stocking be hanging on the mantle, instead of laying at the foot of her bed, but that the grownups put out stockings too. And they didn't use actual items of clothing either. The Barkleys had wonderful velvet and silk stockings that Victoria had made, embroidered with ribbon and decorated with fancy buttons, bows and bells. There were even stockings for Catherine and Cadence, skillfully stitched by the family matriarch in the evenings leading up to the holidays.

Before too long, Audra sat down at the piano and began to play Christmas songs. Jarrod, Nick, Heath, Gene and Bobby stood together around her, each holding a glass of Christmas cheer, as they joined their voices in a lovely rendition of, 'God Rest Ye Merry, Gentlemen'. Their masculine tones blended together in perfect harmony. Catherine, standing by the tree, was easily able to pick out Jarrod's resonant voice from that of the others.

She felt herself stir, as she watched him sing, the sleeves of his white dress shirt rolled up now, one hand tucked into the pocket of his grey, silk vest, the other holding his glass of eggnog, his bent elbow resting on the piano top. She wanted to go to him, to press her lips against his...the thinner, pale pink upper lip, and the fuller, sensuous bottom one. She wanted to watch his incredible blue eyes darken with desire for her. She wanted to feel the outline of his body pressed against hers.

Jarrod caught her gaze, and understood the passion that he saw there. The smoldering look he sent her in return, made Catherine's knees feel weak. She loved this man emotionally. Loved his decent, honourable spirit and the goodness that was inherent in everything he did and said. She also craved him physically, with a need that often took her breath away.

Catherine thought of Jarrod's child, tucked safely inside her body, growing within. She wondered if it would be a little boy or a little girl. A brother or a sister for Cadence. Catherine thought that this child might look very much like Cady, with a lighter skin tone and perhaps even blue eyes as well. As happy as Catherine was about the pregnancy, Jarrod's obvious pride and his joy in her condition, increased Catherine's pleasure even more.

They were waiting to tell Cadence as well, and Catherine wondered what the child would think about a new sibling. For so long, all of Cady's life, it had been just the two of them. No one else to consider. No one else to depend on. No one else to love. Cadence had adapted well to the idea of a father, and to that of an extended family. But Catherine sometimes worried how Cady might feel about another child, a new baby. Hopefully, by the time another month or so had passed, and the couple shared their happy news, Cadence would feel secure enough about her place in their new family, and would welcome the thought of a new addition.

Cady liked little ones, and was very fond of Chase. She sat on the floor next to Annabelle now, while the men finished their song. As Audra shuffled the sheet music, and picked out the first bright strains, they switched to 'Joy to the World'. Cadence held Chase's small finger in her hand, tugging it gently, eliciting smiles from her soon-to-be cousin. In her heart, Catherine believed that Cadence would be accepting of her new sibling. Unconsciously, she touched her abdomen, pressing both hands there, thinking of the miracle within. Jarrod's child.

Catherine happened to turn her head then, and saw that Victoria was watching her, a knowing smile on her face. Victoria quickly and discreetly looked away from the young woman and back towards the crooners. She knows, Catherine realized. Jarrod's mother knew that Catherine was pregnant. And there had been only gladness and delight in the older woman's dark eyes, a small, genuine smile on her smooth, unlined countenance. Not a hint of censure or worry. Catherine would not say anything to Jarrod about his mother guessing their secret. She knew how important it was to him to share their news himself.

When the men had finished singing, Audra coaxed Cadence up to stand next to the piano stool. Audra bent her head to the child, and rifling through the sheets of music, they decided on one that Cadence knew the words to and wanted to sing for the family. Straightening up again, her nimble fingers dancing over the keyboard, Audra began to play as Cadence sang softly.

"Away, in a manager..."

Once again, they were all enthralled with the beauty and clarity of Cadence's voice. Her childish innocence was perfectly suited for this favourite melody. As Cady was finishing, Catherine saw Bobby Olson move towards her, a smile on his handsome, youthful features.

"You daughter has a gift," Bobby Olson said sincerely. Catherine thanked him. "I hope that when the family goes visiting tomorrow, that you and Cadence will be along with them. And if you are able to stop by my family's ranch, perhaps you would be so generous as to allow Cadence to sing that song, if she would. It's always been my mother's favourite. I'm sure it would bring her great joy to share in the privilege of listening to Cadence sing it."

Catherine could see that the young man was guileless in his request. His desire for she and Cadence to meet his family was genuine, and his praise of Cadence was heartfelt. They would be family soon, Catherine knew, tied by marriage. When she had met him tonight she had not known what to expect. But Audra's tall, blond fiancé had been courteous and charming. Catherine had felt his curiosity upon finally meeting her. While he might have had some preconceptions, Bobby Olson had not judged her. He seemed more than willing to accept her as an individual, and Cady as well. He had shaken her hand warmly, and kissed her cheek, and his congratulations on her engagement to Jarrod had been earnest.

"If we are able to, I'm sure Cady would be delighted," Catherine expressed her willingness. "Thank you."

Bobby smiled at her, his teeth white and even. His parents had been thrilled with his engagement to Audra Barkley, and very accepting, since Catherine had been gone from Jarrod's life at that time. When he had told them that the Metis woman was back again, and that Jarrod Barkley was going to be marrying her, there had been a terrible scene at the Olson house. His father had ranted and raged, and threatened to disown Bobby if he married into such a family, where he and his future offspring would be related to 'Indians'. His mother had wept.

Finally, Bobby had told them that he loved Audra and nothing would keep them apart. And that if Catherine and Cadence were to be a part of Jarrod's life, then by extension they would be part of Bobby's as well. And that all he asked was that the woman and child give him the same chance to get to know him, that he intended to give them. And if his parents couldn't or wouldn't be part of his life anymore, then as much as that would break Bobby's heart, that would be the way it would have to be.

Neither of his parents had vocalized their opinions since then. They could see that they were indeed in danger of losing their only son over this issue. Though both had declined to accompany Bobby out to the Barkley ranch this evening, his parents weren't bad people, Bobby believed in his heart. They had some small-minded views, mostly due to ignorance and misunderstanding. Especially now that he had met Catherine and Cadence, Bobby believed that if his mother and father could just see the two of them, if they could speak to them and see how they were just regular people, like anyone else...that they could never continue to cling to their prejudices.

Audra had risen from the piano then, and came up to slip her arm within the crook of Bobby's. She looked up at him with an adoring smile. "If we lived in town," the lovely blonde woman was saying, "we could go caroling door to door. Or we would have people wassailing. That's one of the disadvantages of living outside of Stockton though," she said regretfully. "We're just a bit too far off the beaten track."

Catherine knew of the tradition of wassailing, though she had never participated in it herself. The less fortunate would go from door to door, hoping for donations of food, drink, or money, as they invited others to share a drink from their deep, wooden wassail bowls. She had also seen carolers, dressed in their finery, spreading Christmas cheer as they stopped at homes of friends and neighbours to sing festive songs. Ever since Cady was just an infant, Catherine used to sit outside, wherever they had happened to be living, and listen to the happy voices.

How she would yearn for her people and the merriment of her Christmases past. How she would long to join the groups of singers, to add her voice to theirs, and to share in the celebration of the birth of God's only son. But she had always known she would not be accepted, and so she had sat somewhere out of the way, and shared vicariously.

One year, a group of wassailers had come upon she and Cadence. A woman had noted their threadbare clothing, and the look of hunger in Catherine's eyes. She had reached into her bag and come to drop a few coins into Catherine's lap. The woman hadn't been much better off than she was, Catherine knew. Though her auburn hair was youthful, the woman's grey eyes and lined face had told her that her life was every bit as difficult as Catherine and Cadence's. But the woman had recognized need, and though she had little herself, had shared some of what she had gleaned with a stranger.

Rather than look at the offering as charity, Catherine had chosen to accept the gift in the spirit of Christmas, and had thanked the woman, wishing her a 'Merry Christmas' and God's blessings upon she and her family. The woman had reached to touch Cady's cheek, smiled understandingly, and then without a word she had gone on.

Later there was more singing, and then Gene recited Moore's 'Twas the Night Before Christmas'. Cadence listened to the poem, entranced. Finally, Jarrod announced that he had a special treat for everyone. He ducked into his study and returned with a box wrapped in red tissue, and tied with a green, velvet bow. Cady clapped her hands in glee, then gladly helped to unwrap it. The family sat back as first the wrapping fell away, and then box was opened to reveal the surprise inside.

"It's called a 'Magic Lantern'," Jarrod explained to the quizzical faces around him. "If you would give me a hand for a moment, Brother Nick," he asked, "we can set up the screen."

The screen turned out to be a large piece of muslin. The cloth was pinned to the drapes in the entrance to the drawing room, a large, blank piece of fabric. Jarrod set the lantern up, lighting each of the four wicks on the special oil lamp. He arranged a packet of twenty-five slides around the lantern, then asked Heath and Gene to extinguish all of the lights in the room, except for the candles on the tree and the fire in the hearth.

Miraculously, scenes projected on the muslin backdrop. The hand-tinted slides told a spooky story, with wondrous images of wicked gargoyles, and lovely, saintly fairies. Jarrod watched Cady closely, in case she was afraid of the scarier looking creatures, but the child was thrilled by the display. Even the adults expressed their pleasure in the 'Magic Lantern', and thanked Jarrod for the experience.

It was time now to leave for the evening church service. Heath and Bobby went out to hitch up the carriages that would carry the family to the service. The candles on the tree were snuffed out, and just the Yule log continued to glow. Jarrod could sense Catherine's reluctance to attend services. She kept trying to make excuses, that she was tired, that Cadence might fall asleep, that it might be too busy and there wouldn't be room for all. At last Jarrod persuaded Catherine to some along.

Everyone loaded up into the buggies and set out. It was cold and crisp, the night sky like a blanket of black satin. The stars sparkled so brightly, and seemed so close, that one almost imagined they could reach up and grasp one of the celestial bodies.

When Jarrod reined his team to the left outside of town, while the others headed right, Catherine expressed her surprise. "I thought you might like to attend the Catholic Mass," Jarrod suggested quietly. He had already drawn his mother aside earlier and explained what he planned to do. He had asked her to give his regards to the reverend and to wish his best to their friends and neighbours.

Catherine knew the Barkley family was Protestant. Their minister, Reverend Daye, would be marrying she and Jarrod the following week at the Barkley mansion. She knew that Jarrod had never missed a Christmas Eve service with his family when he had been home. "Are you sure?" she asked hesitantly.

Jarrod reached a gloved hand to squeeze hers. "Your traditions and background are important to me, every bit as much as my own," he assured her. "I thought you might enjoy attending Midnight Mass."

Catherine nodded wordlessly, touched by Jarrod's consideration. "I've never been to church in this country," she admitted. Jarrod looked at her in surprise. "After Cady was born, I went one time. We were in a place called Elmira. It was Cady's first Christmas, and she was still a babe in arms. I wanted to ask for a special blessing for her."

Catherine's voice grew hoarse with remembrance. "I waited until everyone else had gone inside. Then I crept in. The church was packed, and I pressed along the wall, rocking Cady in my arms so that she wouldn't cry and disturb the service. Before Mass began..." Catherine's voice broke a bit, "...some men surrounded us. They told me to get out. That they didn't want a...a heathen, a savage...tainting the sanctity of their church, especially on Christmas Eve.

"I tried to explain that I was Catholic, that I'd been baptized and confirmed. But they...they didn't want to hear it. And so I ran out, feeling so...so dirty. I haven't been inside a church since then. I've talked to Cady about the bible, but she's never been inside a church either. I was worried to go tonight in case...in case there was some trouble for your family." She bowed her head in humiliation.

Jarrod pulled back on the reins and stopped the pair of dappled greys in the middle of the road. He turned to Catherine, one hand touching her cheek, wishing he could feel the warmth of her skin through his glove. It broke his heart to imagine her pain and embarrassment that night. He couldn't believe that anyone would turn a young woman with a baby in her arms away from church. Especially on that holiest of nights.

"Anyone who would behave that way, doesn't belong within the walls of a place of worship," Jarrod said sadly. "They obviously don't have the faintest understanding of God's love, or the sacrifice He made in sending His son. I'm so, so sorry that that happened to you. But I give you my word, anyone who tries to turn us away tonight, will not succeed." Though his voice was quiet, Jarrod's words carried an edge.

No one bothered them, as they took seats near the rear of the church. Cadence sat on Catherine's lap, looking around in wonder at the glory of the stained glass windows. At the alter with the golden chalice. At Father McMichael in his robe. At the red gowns of the choir members. Though it was late, she sat wide-eyed throughout the entire service.

Though much of it was in Latin, and Cady couldn't understand it, she knew from her mother that they were talking about the Christmas story. She sat contentedly, bowing her head with the rest of the congregation in prayer, adding her voice to some of the hymns she knew. When her mother got up to join the line of those receiving communion, Cadence sat quietly with Jarrod and waited.

After Catherine had knelt to say a prayer, she looked at Jarrod with tears in her eyes. "Thank you," she said as she tried to blink them away. She didn't think she could adequately express how much it meant to her to be here this evening and to participate in the Mass. "For always knowing...for knowing me. And for the depth of your love." He was the most incredible man, Catherine knew.

Jarrod reached to bring her hand to his lips, kissing the opal ring on her finger. "Merry Christmas," he told her simply.


Later at home, once they had tucked Cadence into bed, Catherine snuck back to Jarrod's room with him. In San Francisco, after their first night back in one another's arms, they had vowed that they would not express their physical love again until their wedding night. It was less than three weeks away, and they felt they could resist that long. That it might be fun to have the anticipation of their unshared desire. Then, the following night, in one another's arms, they had vowed that once they were back in Stockton, they would not be intimate again until the wedding. Then once back in Stockton, they had assured one another that from Christmas Eve onwards, they would abstain.

Now, Catherine lay in Jarrod's bed across from him, both propped up on one elbow. Catherine wore a nightgown, while Jarrod was dressed in a pair of pajama bottoms. Even though they had vowed they would not make love tonight, they still wanted to be together, to be close to one another physically.

"You know," Jarrod remarked. "We've never discussed this, but I'm much older than you are, you realize."

Catherine nodded sagely. She knew that he was aware she had been eighteen when Cadence was born, and was twenty-two now. "I know. You must be...what? Fifty? Fifty two or three?" She pressed her lips together to hide a smile.

"Fifty?!" Jarrod exclaimed. He leaned over her, pinching her buttocks. Catherine gave a startled cry. "I'll have you know I'm thirty-eight!"

"Well, what difference does it matter really. Thirty-eight? Fifty? Obviously well past your prime," she teased, her dark eyes sparkling with mirth. "But don't worry, I'll read your legal papers for you, when your eyesight begins to fail. And you'll be happy to know that I've gotten you a beautiful cane for Christmas," she said demurely.

"Why you little minx!" Jarrod hissed, pretending to be appalled. He reached over and tickled her waist, while Catherine squirmed and giggled. "Is that how you see me? An old man?" His blue eyes danced good-naturedly.

"Well...not ancient," Catherine amended, as though giving the matter great thought. "But I do understand, that out of deference for your...ummm....maturity...I have to be careful not to wear you out." She stuck her tongue out at him, just the little pink tip protruding through her dark lips.

Jarrod leaned in quickly, grabbing the end gently but firmly between his teeth. "Be careful," he cautioned, chuckling through clenched teeth. He released her tongue, smiling. "That almost sounds like a challenge. And you know how a Barkley reacts to a challenge! Your Honour, I'm afraid I'm going to have to object!"

The hand at Catherine's waist roamed higher, curving around to cup her flesh, Jarrod's thumbs rubbing against the thin fabric. Catherine felt her pulse quicken, as her body began to respond instantly to his touch. His lips claimed hers, masterfully applying gentle pressure, forcing her lips open as his tongue darted over her teeth to dance with her own.

Catherine's tongue slipped between their joined lips, into Jarrod's mouth. He nibbled and sucked on her tongue, as the flesh on her arms and legs rose. Then Jarrod's lips were travelling over her chin and down her throat to the soft hollow, tasting the pulse that throbbed there, licking then blowing warm air gently over the dampened spot, while Catherine shivered in response.

Then his kisses trailed back up her neck and around to her ear, where he nibbled softly on her lobe. His warm tongue swept the interior of her ear, and Catherine moaned, clutching his body to her, her hands roaming over his broad, bare back. Their promises of abstinence were forgotten, as Jarrod eased the gown over Catherine's shoulders, and his lips found new places to explore.

Catherine groaned, arching her back, welcoming the pleasure he afforded her. When he pulled his head away, looking at her, his eyes darkened with lust, she couldn't struggle out of her gown fast enough. Jarrod wouldn't let her remove his pajama pants though, preferring for now to concentrate on heightening Catherine's desire. Masterfully, with lips and tongue and gentle hands, he moved over her, eliciting cries of pleasure, while she arched her back to press closer against him.

When Catherine tried to touch him in return, Jarrod claimed both of her wrists in one hand, raising them over her head. He continued to work his magic on her, with his free hand, and his lips, while she writhed and whimpered, her moans intensifying his own already almost unbearable excitement. Skillfully he brought her to the brink, then pushed her over, delighting in the way she cried his name, and the tremors that coursed through her body.

While she was still panting and gasping, Jarrod released her wrists, then slipped his own clothing down over his hips. Raising himself onto his arms, he pressed against her, letting her feel his need for her. Catherine twisted her body, arching her hips against his to welcome him. She gasped as they merged, giving a throaty cry that drove Jarrod crazy with wanting. Struggling to hold his body in check, he moved against her gently, building that white hot need in her loins again.

Their lovemaking became more frenzied, their glistening bodies straining towards one another. Intuiting that he had brought her to the apex of her longing once more, Jarrod abandoned himself fully to the dance. Catherine cried his name again, and this time he joined her in her ecstasy, his shudders matching hers as their passions culminated in exquisite release.

Too exhausted and satiated to speak, Catherine held Jarrod's head to her chest, smiling to herself. She gave a sharp intake of breath when minutes later, his hands were roving over her again, tweaking and caressing. His mouth was on hers, sucking on her tongue, then slipping over it to explore the cavern of her mouth, tasting her sweetness. She was surprised to find her body responding to him yet again. The evidence of his need could not be denied and Catherine found herself excited in turn by his lust.

Once more, their bodies joined, as Jarrod rolled onto his back and pulled Catherine to straddle him. She hadn't thought it possible for that tension to build in her loins again so soon, hadn't imagined that she could want him again this way after the joy he had already given her twice this night. He held onto her hips, moving her with him, the age-old rhythm of love being enacted without thought, only with instinct.

She bent low over him, her dark tresses brushing his chest, his groans building her need to a feverish pitch. Again and again he brought her to the edge of the chasm, then eased off, until finally she was whimpering, begging Jarrod to liberate her need and allow the magic to wash over her. Finally, looking at her with a twinkle in his eyes and a knowing curve of his lips, he allowed them both the culmination of their pleasure.

Catherine collapsed against his chest, heaving, as the last of the waves rolled out from the centre of her being. She felt as though she couldn't possibly move. She was drained physically, emotionally and spiritually. She lay against Jarrod, trying to get her breath back, her hand resting in the hairs of his chest. He nuzzled her cheek. Catherine laughed lightly against him. "Objection sustained, Counselor."

Chapter 85

When Catherine woke the next morning, dawn was just breaking. She found that she was still in Jarrod's bed, and despite feeling a bit guilty that she hadn't wakened earlier to creep back to her own room, she continued to lay there, tucked into his embrace. She had tried to be conscientious of the Barkley family, and not to flaunt the fact that she and Jarrod were lovers. She had always waited until everyone had retired for the night before going to him, and had always made sure to leave him after their lovemaking, however reluctantly.

But last night ironically, after her gentle taunts about not wanting to 'wear him out', Jarrod had worn her out with his incredibly masterful lovemaking. And Catherine had fallen asleep immediately afterwards, feeling safe and satiated in his arms. She had slept a deep, dreamless sleep, waking to feel such contentment and satisfaction. Soon, she would be able to share Jarrod's life, and his bed, as his wife without the need for circumspection.

Catherine tilted her head to watch his sleeping countenance. She would have fallen in love with him, she knew, for the man that he was inside, even if he hadn't been so dashingly handsome. She couldn't help but enjoy that he was such a good looking man though. His strong, aristocratic features. His long, muscular body. Knowing that he was naked beneath the quilt that covered them, raised her temperature a notch or two. Catherine reached out to trace that deep, familiar crevice between his mouth and his chin. She sighed to herself, kissing the tips of her fingers, then touching them lightly to Jarrod's lips.

Although everyone was probably still asleep, after having gone to bed so late last night, Catherine knew that she would still have to hurry back to her own bed. But what a treat this was, a Christmas present to herself, to wake up in the arms of the man that she loved and yearned for so deeply.

"Merry Christmas, my love," Jarrod murmured sleepily, before opening his vivid azure eyes. He smiled at Catherine, pulling her close to kiss her lips. He was delighted to wake and find her still in his bed.

"Merry Christmas," she returned softly. "I know I need to go, before anyone else wakens, but I want to tell you a story first," Catherine announced. He raised a perfectly arched dark brow. "I was going to tell you last night," she admitted with a chuckle, "but I got...distracted." Jarrod grinned. "Beautifully, incredibly, amazingly distracted," she added softly.

"I take full responsibility," Jarrod said, trying to sound abashed. But the light in his eyes gave him away.

"It's a prophecy foretold by a Cree elder woman," Catherine began. Then softly she told Jarrod the same tale she had shared with Heath that day. The story of the old woman, Eyes of Fire, and her vision of the future and what she foresaw for mankind and for the earth. The ugliness of spirit that came to pass, and the raping of Mother Nature. Catherine explained to Jarrod about the Warriors of the Rainbow, and how these special souls would restore order and goodness to the world.

Jarrod listened, fascinated. He loved to hear Catherine speak, her husky, sultry voice so sensuous and alluring. He tried to imagine a world where birds fell from the sky and the waters were so polluted that the fish would go belly up, and where man could not drink from them. Surely, such a thing could never happen, Jarrod thought, picturing the unspoiled beauty of the San Joaquin valley. Then Jarrod thought of the haze that sometime hung over San Francisco...the blackness from the smoke spewing from the factories there. But that was just one small part of the state. Hopefully, things could never be as bad as the old Indian woman prophesized. He enjoyed the story of the vision though, and admired the Warriors of the Rainbow who would battle injustice and hatred and bring the world to the way it should be.

Catherine looked deep into Jarrod's eyes. "When man to man united, and every wrong thing righted, the whole world shall be lighted, as Eden was of old." She quoted his poem for him. "It's the same thing, you see," she directed his thoughts. "Your creed, and the task of the Warriors. You are one of the Warriors of the Rainbow, Jarrod."

Jarrod stared at her in wonder. "That's how you see me?" he asked, feeling awed and very humbled.

Catherine nodded. "You are my Warrior of the Rainbow."

"I think," Jarrod said huskily, reaching to tuck a strand of hair behind Catherine's ear, "that that is the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me."


They rose then and dressed, the first to be up on Christmas morning. They sat in the drawing room, drinking coffee before the light of the Yule log. Jarrod had lit all of the candles on the tree, and the couple sat in companionable silence. Gradually, the day began to lighten and others began to join them. First Victoria, then Nick, then Gene. Not too long afterwards, Heath and Annabelle and Chase made their way downstairs. Finally, Audra, holding Cadence's hand, completed the circle.

Cady's sapphire eyes grew wide when she saw the stockings brimming over with treasure, and the gifts piled under the tree. Next to the hearth, brought down the chimney by that magical old elf Santa Claus, was an elaborate wooden doll house. Tentatively, Cady approached this wonder, looking towards her mother to see if it could possibly be true. If this was really her gift. Learning that it was indeed for her, Cadence knelt down beside the structure.

As the child opened the front doors, the incredible display within was revealed. Each room was painstakingly detailed. Furnishings included cabinets, pianos and jardinières in the drawing room, library sets covered with leather, a whitewood chamber set upholstered with pale blue silk, a diningroom with a buffet and extension table, and every article of kitchen furniture imaginable. Statuettes and busts on pedestals graced the rooms. Mantels were hung with mirrors and gilded miniature clocks. There were vases and lamps.

Carefully, Cady reached for the little lady doll, in full evening toilette, and for the French marquis who presided over the amazing little mansion. She held one in each hand, staring at them as she turned them over and over. She looked uncertain, knowing that she should say 'thank you', but the generous donor of this special gift had long ago been carried away in his little sleigh pulled by his eight flying reindeer.

She brought the little dolls over to Catherine, shaking her head, feeling overwhelmed. "Momma look," Cadence whispered. "Oh just look what Santa Claus brought me!" She regarded the dolls, then glanced back at the dollhouse. "Momma, I think we'd better put another letter in the fire tonight. I have to tell Santa, 'thank you'." Then the child threw her arms around her mother's neck, and closed her eyes. When she opened them again, she had to check to make sure the dolls and the house were still there. At last, believing that it was all real, and that it was for her, Cady began to dance around the room, running from one adult to another, sharing in her find.

Breakfast was light and informal, served on small tables in the drawing room. The main meal was to be served at noon, and no one wanted to spoil their appetite for the succulent turkey Silas was roasting. There were fruits, nuts and cheeses, some bread and rolls, and orange juice to enjoy while the Barkleys gathered round to open their stockings.

Before they began to open the presents, Victoria took the family bible from the table and sat down to read the passages that pertained to the holiday. The angel's appearance to Mary and his bringing her the news that the devout virgin was to bear the son of God. Joseph's acceptance of the miracle. King Herod's decree that all must return to the city of their family, and Joseph and Mary's trek to Bethlehem. Their night spent in the stable, and finally the blessed birth of the Christ child. The visit of the Three Wise Men. Once she had closed the bible, Victoria bent her silvered head and lead the family in prayer.

Gene was elected to help Cadence pass out the gifts. He sat cross-legged by the tree, and read the tags, before handing the gaily wrapped packages to the child to pass out to the recipients. As each member of the family expressed their delight and gratitude at the thoughtfulness of loved ones, another gift was opened.

Audra received many items for her trousseau and to begin her new household in the next year. Knick knacks and articles of china. Linens. Aprons, which elicited teasing from Nick. Bobby had already been busy at work since Thanksgiving, starting construction of a home for the couple on a corner of the Olson property. Audra was already looking dreamily through magazines, imagining the furniture she would select and how she would decorate her new home.

Gene, in deference to the distance he would have to travel again after New Year's, received mostly small but welcomed items. A silver shaving cup. Several books. A new pocket watch from his mother. Slippers and smoking jacket, from his oldest brother and his fiancée.

Nick was pleased with the new tan boots Jarrod and Catherine had selected for him. He was equally glad at his gifts from others...embroidered suspenders, a pillow embroidered by Annabelle with the Barkley brand and a small horseshoe. New leather gloves for the range.

Heath appreciated the new tobacco pouch and selection of fine tobaccos that Gene had brought him from the east coast. The new, ivory hat from Nick, he perched atop his sandy head at a jaunty angle. Catherine and Jarrod's gift of an imported German beer stein, made him grin.

Annabelle delighted in the sterling silver photograph frame set that Jarrod and Cadence had given her. Annabelle had spoken about having a portrait done of she, Heath and Chase within the next month or so. She thought that the largest frame would look perfect on her bureau, a photograph of her family tucked inside. Her eyes misted over when she opened Heath's gift, a gold charm bracelet with a single charm of a baby's shoe. Heath vowed that he would add to the bracelet on each special event in the couple's life.

Chase received several new outfits, since he was outgrowing his old ones so quickly. Annabelle exclaimed over the adorable little sailor suit that Catherine and Jarrod had chosen for their nephew, along with some building blocks. Among other items, the baby also received a silver cup and spoon, and an iron savings bank. That came from his Uncle Nick, and was an elephant whose trunk would take a coin and deposit it into the slot on his back. His parents had given him a model train set, to enjoy when he got a bit older.

Victoria received a subscription to Harper's Bazaar, from her oldest son and his bride-to-be, as well as a silk fan, and a new riding outfit. Nick and Gene had combined to give her pairs of tickets to various opera and theatre shows in San Francisco, as well as a pair of folding opera glasses. Heath and Annabelle gave her a new dress of pale blue silk. And from Audra there was a ring with Victoria's birthstone.

Cadence unwrapped gift after gift until she was agog at the amazing array that encircled her, in amongst the colourful paper. From Catherine and Jarrod, there was one of the lovely dolls she had admired in the storefront window. A doll with a bisque face, and bisque hands and feet. A doll with moveable eyes and real, dark hair. The doll contained a mechanism within that played music when the doll's hands were raised, so that she seemed to sing.

There were also lots of clothes, pretty little dresses, and pantaloons, and new shoes. Nick gave the child a small black riding hat, just like the one Victoria wore, and a pair of riding gloves and a leather crop. Gene had brought for her a selection of fancy paper dolls. Heath and Annabelle had purchased for Cady a menagerie of animal figures, finely shaped creatures, many with realistic fur and hides and skins. Victoria had embroidered a pair of slippers for the girl, as well as giving her a special wax ornament all of her own for next year's tree, and as assortment of puzzles and a walking toy...a cat that played the tambourine when Cady pulled it along on a string.

Cadence was really thrilled with the gift from Audra. Audra snuck out of the room and returned with a gilded cage that contained a yellow male song canary. Audra had already given Blossom's last pup to the orphanage for the children there to share, or she would have loved to have given it to Cady. But she knew how much the little girl loved animals and guessed rightly that she would cherish any living creature.

Catherine was touched by the incredibly beautiful, thoughtful gifts her new family had chosen for her. From Annabelle and Heath there was a silk-lined sewing basket with it's many accessories, and a strawberry-shaped pin cushion. Catherine recognized the significance of that immediately. Strawberry was the town where Heath had been born.

From Audra, there was a beautiful silver brush, comb and mirror set, with the initial 'B' etched onto the shining surface, and a selection of silk handkerchiefs and lace doilies. From Gene there was perfume. And from Nick there was some personalized stationary, with the name 'Mrs. Jarrod T. Barkley', and a pen-wiper in the delicate shape of a water-lily, and a small, silver picture frame.

There were two gifts for Catherine from Victoria. The first was a wonderful quilt, a star pattern, in creams and browns and burgundy. When Catherine opened the second gift from her future mother-in-law, she felt tears gather in her eyes. She held the big, leather-bound album in her hands, turning the pages reverently, staring at the lovely pictorials. On the inside flap was a dedication. 'Presented to Catherine Vaillancourt, from one who hopes she will call her 'Mother'. You are an amazing young woman whose strength and grace has been a lesson to us all. In memory of our first shared Christmas. Love, Victoria Barkley.' It was dated, and stamped with a wax seal.

"Every family needs a bible," Victoria said, pleased to see how much her gift meant to Catherine. "Someplace to record those special events. Like weddings." Victoria smiled gently, thinking also and births. She knew that all of the young woman's family possessions had been lost in a fire five years ago.

"It's beautiful," Catherine said, feeling Jarrod's arm around her shoulders. "Thank you, so very much. For the lovely gift and the generosity of spirit in which it was given."

Jarrod admired the elaborate inkstand from his youngest brother. It was a crystal piece with a silver stopper and a silver tray to rest it on. From Audra there was a silver cigar lamp, highly polished, etched with his initials and filled with alcohol. Heath and Annabelle gave him a crystal paperweight and a selection of fine cigars and a bottle of brandy. Nick's gift to Jarrod was a bronze statue of a cavalry officer and his mount. Jarrod knew it was meant to represent his lost Jingo. He looked at his brother with touched gratitude.

Victoria's gift to her oldest son was a leather-bound first edition of the Charles Dickens novel, 'A Christmas Carol', as well as a pair of bedroom slippers, embroidered with his initials. "Thank you, Mother," he told her sincerely.

Catherine opened her gift from Jarrod, a beautiful white silk nightgown and matching housecoat. She smiled, imagining herself wearing it on their wedding night. Then blushed, imagining not wearing it. There were also more clothes for her, and shoes and accessories.

Finally, Gene helped Cadence carry Jarrod's present from Catherine over to where he sat. Jarrod could tell that it was a painting of some kind from the shape. Grinning at her, he pulled the paper away to reveal the landscape within. His eyes took in the artful strokes of the Duncanson. He recognized the painter's work from exhibits he had attended.

It was a beautiful, romantic painting. Soft blues, and greens and browns. A soothing scene of a farm pasture. Then Jarrod recognized the beam of coloured light on the right hand side. A rainbow. He reached to touch the column of colours, not clearly defined, but almost misty, more suggestive of the splendor of such a spectre.

He was transported to their conversation from that morning. Her tale about the Warriors of the Rainbow. It was not a coincidence that the beautiful oil featured a rainbow, Jarrod knew. He felt the lump in his throat as he looked at Catherine. "I will treasure it always," he said, his eyes communicating his understanding and appreciation. He prayed to God that he would remain worthy of Catherine's love and faith in him and that he would never disappoint her or let her down. He kissed her softly, reverently on the forehead.

As Jarrod turned the painting so that the others could admire it as well, Heath's eyes were drawn to the rainbow as well. He too thought instantly of Catherine's story and her identification of his oldest brother as a 'Warrior of the Rainbow'. At that time, the young woman had seemed sad, as though this designation of Jarrod might mean that he had a destiny that transcended her or their love. Now though, it seemed that she believed that while Jarrod did indeed have one of those special souls as prophesized, that it did not automatically preclude their sharing their love.

Catherine must have shared the story of the vision with Jarrod. Heath wondered how long it had taken her to find this painting. It was perfect, Heath knew. He smiled over at Catherine, his sapphire eyes telling her that he remembered and that he understood.

Cadence brought her special gifts for Jarrod. The first package contained a leather photograph frame. Inside it, was a picture Cadence had drawn of the three of them...Jarrod, Catherine and she. It was just a simple drawing, of crude sticks and circles to represent human forms. The two taller figures stood with the smaller figure between them, the stick hands joined. At the bottom corner was a small heart, signed with 'Cady' inside. Jarrod praised the drawing, pulling Cady close for a hug.

Her second gift to him was a monkey leather card case, on which she had done her own beadwork. It was a crooked 'J B', in jade and turquoise. "Momma showed me how to stitch the beads," Cady told him proudly.

"And now," Jarrod said, "if you'll excuse me for a moment, I have two more gifts for my girls. Heath, can you give me a hand for a moment please?"

Heath rose and followed Jarrod to his study. When the two men returned they had two gorgeous leather saddles, one full-sized and one child-sized. Catherine and Cadence exclaimed over the intricately tooled leather, and the silver conchos that graced them. When they tried to thank him, he held up his hand. "Get your coats," he instructed the pair. "I've just realized that saddles are not much use unless you have horses to put them on." He grinned at the wonder and knowing that came over Catherine's face as she hurriedly slipped on her coat, and helped Cadence into hers.

The woman and child followed Jarrod outside to the stable. It was a gloriously clear morning, the sky a wide expanse of translucent blue. Jarrod pulled up the latch and pulled open the wooden door, as they stepped inside the stable. The smell of hay and alfalfa reached them, and the easily recognizable scent of warm horseflesh. There was a chorus of whickers at their approach.

Jarrod lead them to the stalls on the far end. In one was a white Welsh Mountain pony, eleven hands high. Jarrod picked Cadence up in his arms and allowed her to get a good look inside the stall. The child gaped to realize that the pony was for her. The small equine head was tossed playfully, neat, pointed ears pricking forward with interest. The pony had big, bold, dark eyes, a wide forehead and a clean cut jaw that tapered to a small muzzle. Cady reached into the stall, where the gentle mare nuzzled her pro-offered hand. "My very own pony!" she cried in wonder. "Oh thank you! Thank you!" Cady clapped her hands. "What's her name?"

"Well," Jarrod said with a chuckle, "her registered name is Alabaster Morning Dew. She's a Welsh Mountain pony, and she's ten years old. Her stable name was Pearl though." He looked at Catherine. "She's very gentle, and the perfect mount for a young, inexperienced rider, I've been assured."

"Pearl," Cadence said nodding. "My pony, Pearl."

Catherine looked at Jarrod with appreciation. He was truly the most thoughtful, considerate man. She could see how excited Cadence was with her new pony. Then Catherine turned her attention back to the final stall and stared at the beautiful golden mare that had first caught her attention. "Oh Jarrod," she said breathlessly. "What a beautiful horse. You remembered."

Jarrod nodded, the obvious delight of both she and Cadence warming him. "El Viento Dorado," Jarrod told her. "Golden Wind," he translated. "She's a seven-year old mare." He told Catherine the story of Uncle Jim then, while she patted the Palomino's regal head. Jarrod explained how he had arranged to purchase the mare when they had been in San Francisco that first time.

Catherine leaned into his embrace. So long ago, Jarrod had already been planning this. All this time, he had known he wanted she and Cady in his life permanently. Had already been planning for a future for them. "She's perfect, Jarrod. You're perfect. I'm at a loss for words."

"I can't give you the world, Catherine, but I always want you to know that you have my world, and everything in it. You are my world, Love, and I always want you to know how much I cherish you. You and Cady both." He leaned his forehead against hers. "Having you two has made this a Christmas beyond compare."

They walked back to the house, the three of them holding hands, and rejoined the others. Cadence scampered around, telling everyone about her pony, Pearl. Then Cadence got a serious look on her face as she realized her canary didn't have a name yet. She knew she would have to give it a lot of thought to come up with something special. Finally, after consulting with Audra, Cady dubbed her canary Lemon Drop, after her favourite candy.

"So, Cadence, what's you favourite gift this Christmas," Gene teased laughingly, certain the child would say that it was new pony.

Instead, Cadence paused and stood in the centre of the room. She looked at all of the beautiful things she had received, from people that she had grown to love so much. She thought of her wonderful pony out in the stable. Finally, shyly, she had lowered her head and said softly, "My very bestest present is...my daddy."

Jarrod's throat tightened and his heart swelled. Catherine's eyes filled with tears. The room became unnaturally quiet as everyone ceased talking and paused, touched at this revelation. Cadence ran and threw her arms around Jarrod's neck, kissing his cheek. "I love you, Daddy," she said, hugging him fiercely.

Jarrod returned her hug, marvelling at the warm little body he held in his arms. It was the first time Cadence had actually called him that. She had said on more than one occasion that he was to be her daddy, but she had never used the term of endearment to address him. He wanted to return her declaration of love, but he couldn't get the words past the lump in his throat.

Jarrod knew that everyone was watching him. He blinked quickly, but couldn't keep all the tears in check. One escaped and rolled down his chin. He felt Catherine's hand on his shoulder, but he couldn't see her through the drops that glistened in his eyes. He stroked the child's silky soft waves. His daughter. He couldn't possibly love her more if she was of his own flesh. But every time he tried to speak, he couldn't. Finally, with a supreme force of will, Jarrod said brokenly, "I love you too, Pumpkin. Always and forever."

'For all human ties that bind me,' Jarrod thought to himself with immense satisfaction, as he closed his eyes and revelled in the enraptured gratification that was fatherhood.

Chapter 86

Catherine had been happy to attend morning services at the Protestant church with the Barkley family, and to again have an opportunity to speak with Reverend Daye before the wedding. He had been the Barkley's minister for the last several years. He had been the one to preside over Beth's burial, and the one to baptize Chase. He was a genial man, middle-aged, small and slender, with knowing dark eyes, a deep, booming voice that he had no trouble projecting from the pulpit, a perpetually ruddy complexion and unruly rusty-orange coloured hair shot through with silver.

Outside on the front steps of the church, he welcomed parishioners on Christmas morning. His loud, warm welcome announced to all that Catherine and Cadence were happily embraced and heartily appreciated at services that morning. Jarrod introduced his fiancée and new daughter to friends of the family. Catherine wasn't sure if it was because of the spirit of this holy day, or because of the respect and affection the Barkley's commanded, or simply because the people she met were genuinely decent people...but Catherine did not see any outward signs of rejection. Perhaps later, behind closed doors, people might express their shock and outrage that Jarrod Barkley was marrying an Indian woman. But none did so that morning as the Barkley's filed into the white, wooden church beneath the tolling bells.

Reverend Daye's service had been less formal than the Catholic ones that Catherine was used to, but she felt at peace and accepted sitting in the highly polished wooden pews, listening to him quote scripture. The church itself was less ostentatious, but lovingly and beautifully decorated for the season. Catherine was glad to be here with Jarrod, as he had been with her last night.

After church, it was time for Christmas dinner, served as the midday meal. Silas had the table set with the best Irish linens, the silver candelabra highly polished, Victoria's best crystal and china sparkling. In addition to the sterling silver utensils that she was accustomed to, there were other oddities that Catherine would learn were asparagus tongs, oyster forks, and fruit knives. There was also a butter cooler and spoon warmers.

After Victoria had said grace, the lavish meal began with a clear, beef bouillon, followed by chilled oysters on the shell, with fresh lemon. Cadence stubbornly refused to try one of the oysters, despite Catherine's coaxing, and at last, laughing, Jarrod suggested that there was plenty still to eat, and if this one course didn't meet favour with Cady's palate, they shouldn't be too worried.

Then came the roast turkey, the skin crisped to a mouth-watering golden brown. Jarrod carved the turkey, using an old bone-handled carving set that Victoria had given to Tom on their first Christmas, those decades ago. Nick poured the wine. Jarrod had missed Thanksgiving dinner and was eager to make up for it today, as he mounded spoonfuls of his mother's delicious pork and pecan stuffing onto his plate.

Victoria smiled, happy to see Jarrod eating so well. He had put back on just about all of the weight he had lost following Catherine's flight from Stockton. Her whole family looked well, healthy and happy...together. She knew, wistfully, that this time next year they might not all be together this way. Gene had admitted that his interest in his young woman back east was growing serious. By next year, he might be married, or at least engaged, and perhaps make other plans for the holidays. Audra would be Mrs. Bobby Olson. She might be spending the day with her husband's family.

Heath and Annabelle might choose to travel to Virginia to visit with Annabelle's family there. They had spoken of it last Christmas, but then Chase's arrival had changed their plans. Annabelle hadn't wanted to travel with a young baby. But next year, Chase would be a toddler already, and that branch of her family may indeed find it's way back to Annabelle's roots. And Nick...well, who knew with Nick? So far, the women of his acquaintance had been unable to pin the elusive rancher down. Except for that one disastrous experience with Hester Converse, Nick had not been seriously interested in settling down. But Nick's moods and fancies were mercurial. And observing two of his brothers settled down now, might just prompt her brusque but warm-hearted middle son to consider a family of his own.

And then there were Jarrod and Catherine and Cadence. And, if Victoria was right, the new little one on the way. Jarrod had not said anything definitively, but he had hinted that if Catherine and Cadence were not accepted fully as part of his life here in the valley...he would not stop until he found someplace that they would all be welcomed. Jarrod hadn't come right out and mentioned Canada, or the Red River Settlement that Catherine was from originally, but Victoria hadn't been able to keep from thinking about it. Catherine's descriptions of her home, the place she had grown up, had shown clearly that the Metis, and the two cultures they had descended from, white and Indian, lived together peaceably and with mutual respect, admiration and acceptance.

Victoria's heart tightened to think of her firstborn son so far away. She knew, somewhat guiltily, that she had allowed Jarrod to take on more responsibility for the family than should rightfully have been his. His generous, caring, dutiful nature had made it too easy, in those dark, terrible days following Tom's death, for Victoria to relinquish so much of what she had depended on Tom for, to their son.

Jarrod had always put his own wants and needs secondary to that of the Barkley family. Happily and without complaint. And she...all of them...had allowed it. Never really questioning if what was in their best interests was also in Jarrod's. Gene had been allowed to pursue his dreams unfettered. Nick and Heath were tied to the ranch and the land out of their mutual love for it, not out of burden. Audra, always spoiled and cosseted, had always been free to come and go as she pleased, and to do whatever she wished.

But Jarrod had become their rock. His family's business and emotional adviser. No one had ever asked Jarrod, Victoria realized with shame, if that was what he had really wanted. If perhaps he might ever have wished to set his life's sails on a different course. They had allowed him to don that mantle of responsibility, because he had done it so willingly and so well. The time had come, Victoria knew, to set her dear son free of those responsibilities, to let him know that duty was not a chain to bind him. That he had more than fulfilled his obligations to all of them. And that if life called him in another direction, he should feel free to pursue it, without worry or guilt that he was letting any of them down.

"Brother Nick, if you could pass the sweet potatoes down to this end, we'd appreciate it," Jarrod called merrily to his dark-haired brother. "That's not a single serving bowl you know," he teased. "It's supposed to be shared by everyone."

Nick guffawed as he scooped an enormous mound of sweet potatoes onto this plate, then passed the bowl to Audra on his right, who was chuckling at her oldest brother's comment. "I don't know what you're laughing at, young lady," he said gruffly. "You put any more on your plate and you're liable to bust the seams of that pretty new Christmas dress!"

Audra coloured and then slapped Nick's shoulder playfully, before finally handing the bowl to Jarrod. Jarrod added some to his plate, already overflowing with mashed potatoes, asparagus, caramelized carrots, turkey and dressing, and a generous amount of his mother's gravy, a perennial favourite. He looked over at Catherine and Cadence, wondering poignantly what they had eaten for their dinner last Christmas. He knew that Catherine would have made personal sacrifices to try to give her daughter a good Christmas.

Jarrod still couldn't believe sometimes that Catherine and Cadence were really here. He would feel almost panicky at times, wonder suddenly if he was just dreaming, and if at any moment he would awaken and return to the morass of alcohol, pain and desolation that had been his existence not long ago. He would have to reach for Catherine then, touch her, assure himself that she was real and she was here and she was his. She seemed to understand when these moods would overtake him, and would often do the same thing herself. Reach out to touch him, almost afraid that instead of solid flesh she would find him to be an apparition that would shimmer and disappear.

Jarrod couldn't imagine that he would ever take for granted having either of them here in his life. Each new day brought new pleasure and new reaffirmation that they were together and that they would be soon, legally and wholly, a family in every sense of the word. Every morning that he woke and found that it hadn't been a dream, that they were here beneath his roof, a part of his life forever now, brought Jarrod such peace as he had never known.

After the meal, which had everyone groaning and pushing back from the table, feeling a relaxed stupor as a result of their admitted gluttony...Victoria rose to bring out the plum pudding, the traditional end to the feast. The preparation of the plum pudding had begun five Sundays before Christmas. Made by boiling beef and mutton, combined with raisins, currants, prunes, wine and spices, in a large, copper kettle, the pudding had then been stirred clockwise each time a family member had passed by the pot.

It was said that a wish made while stirring the pudding would come true. Once the pudding was ready, different items were added to the concoction. A silver coin, a ring, and a thimble were all tucked inside the mix, each representative of a different portent, before it was placed in a cloth bag and hung up until Christmas day. The bag was then taken down and the pudding had been boiling for the last five hours.

Now, Victoria carried the pudding into the diningroom with great ceremony. Richly steeped with brandy, she held the dish aloft, while Heath rose to touch a match to the alcohol and set the dessert alight. Cadence exclaimed with excitement as the brandy burned off with a great, theatrical whoosh. Then Victoria set the pudding on the table, garnishing it with a sprig of holly.

Before slicing it, she asked a blessing on the family, and all heads bowed, as the Barkley's reached to join hands around the table. This was what it was all about. Family and their love for one another. It didn't matter how many acres they had, or how many head of cattle, or how varied their operations and business interests were. It didn't matter how big their bank accounts. The most important thing, each knew, was their good fortune to be part of such a strong, loving family, each member in good health.

While Silas poured coffee, Victoria set slices of the pudding on plates to pass around the table. When everyone was served, she sat down again, and they began to avail themselves of the luscious treat. Audra was the first to find an item in her pudding, a gold ring, to symbolize marriage. Naturally, there was much teasing from her brothers. But when Nick found the thimble, all attention turned to him.

"A happy but single life for you, Nicholas," Audra laughed.

Nick tossed the thimble up in the air and caught it nimbly. "That's okay," Nick grinned. "No need to break all those hearts by choosing just one. There's plenty of me to go around for all! I like to have my Christmas pudding and eat it too! And I'm a man who likes variety...pudding, a couple of cream horns, some cake," he said risquely, winking.

"Nick," Victoria admonished, chuckling. "Remember, we've got children to consider now!"

Jarrod found the silver coin, to indicate future wealth. "I'm already the richest man in the world," he said, reaching to take Catherine's hand.

Gene stuck his finger into his mouth and made gagging noises, while the others laughed. Jarrod raised an eyebrow at him, then winked at Catherine and kissed her hand. "You could take lessons, Little Brother, in how to woo a woman," Jarrod commented dryly. "Or it could be the only filly you'll be getting up close and personal with will have hooves and a tail."

Now it was Gene's turn to be at the brunt of the laughter. He just grinned at his older sibling and maintained the he was doing just fine with the ladies, or one in particular, thank you very much.

Once all of the dishes had been cleared away, it was time to open the Christmas crackers. These too, were something new for Catherine and Cadence. The cylinders, wrapped in tissue and tied at the ends with ribbon, were opened by pulling simultaneously on both ends. The resultant 'popping' sound made both Catherine and Cady jump the first time they heard it, while they watched Heath open his. Inside each cracker was a party hat, a bit of sweet, and in Cady's a small toy, a tiny wax nutcracker figurine.

Catherine looked around the table, feeling such love already for this new family who had welcomed she and her daughter into their fold without reservation. She felt on the verge of tears, wondering if it her state of heightened emotion had anything to do with her pregnancy. She knew that sometimes when a woman was carrying a child, she was more prone to outbursts of emotion, either anger or sadness or joy. Catherine couldn't wait until a few more months had passed and she would be able to feel Jarrod's child move within her. Jarrod caught her glance, saw the tears that shone in her dark eyes, but sensed that they were tears of happiness and only smiled encouragingly. Jarrod had said that this was his best Christmas ever. Oh how Catherine's heart seconded that sentiment.



After dinner, it was time to go visiting and to drop off gifts to friends and neighbours. The carriages were loaded up with boxes of brightly coloured and festive packages. Jarrod, Catherine and Cadence were going into town, and promised to meet the others later at the Olson ranch. Cadence implored Jarrod and Catherine to stay home, and to let her ride her new pony, and it was only after Catherine announced that Cady was going to be able to see her friends, the McNeils, that Cadence relented and allowed Jarrod to lift her into the buggy.

The McNeils welcomed them into their home, the shack small in size, but big on love. A scrawny pine stood in one corner of the main room, decorated with homemade cookies and paper chains, and candles. Cadence was excited to be reunited with her friends, and Jarrod allowed her to pass out the gifts that she had helped to select for each of the children.

For the boys, nine-year-old Leo Jr., and six-year-old Mikey, there were toy instruments, a mandolin and tambourine, and carved wooden animals and wind-up toys. For seven-year-old Sissy there were paper dolls and puzzles, and for five-year-old Maddy a monkey pull toy, that popped a painted, wooden banana into it's mouth and moved it's legs while it trailed along, and there were embroidered slippers for both girls. The baby, not quite two-year-old Josiah, received a set of alphabet blocks, the letters painted on squares of different sizes that all piled up inside one another.

There were new outfits for each of the children, complete with shoes. For Leo there was a bottle of brandy, and a tobacco pouch and tobacco, and a new shirt and pair of gloves. Halley was touched to receive a new calico dress, and some perfume, and the many jars of jellies and preserves. There were baked goods and a big smoked ham for the entire family to enjoy.

For Cadence, Halley had made a small, doll-sized quilt. And for Catherine and Jarrod, there were two pillows embroidered with the outlines of angels. Halley set out some of the baked goods while a fresh pot of coffee brewed on the stove, and the adults talked while the children played.

The little shack with the blue door had been rented out to a widow man with two small children, who worked as a clerk in one of the shops in Stockton. Halley said that they were quiet people, who kept to themselves. She told Catherine that her children missed little Cady, and asked for her often. Jarrod assured Halley that the McNeils were welcome out at the ranch any time they wanted to visit.

Catherine and Halley spoke of the wedding. After much deliberation, Catherine had decided to approach Halley to ask if she would be her matron of honour. Traditionally, the role would have gone to Catherine's sister, had she had one, or to the groom's sister, if she did not.

Catherine had taken Audra aside one day, and explained to her that Halley had been the first person in Stockton to offer her friendship, although the relationship had been forged slowly over time. She had assured Audra that her decision had nothing to do with what had passed between the women that night, and that as much as she had grown to love her future sister-in-law, Catherine wanted to ask Halley McNeil to stand up with her. Halley's acceptance of Cady from the beginning, and her children's welcoming of Catherine's daughter, and the times Halley had kindly sat for her, had not been forgotten by the young woman. When there had been no one to make them feel part of the community, even before Catherine had met Jarrod, Halley had been willing to help out.

Audra had understood and had agreed instead to play the piano to provide the music that would precede the ceremony, and had assured Catherine that just being in attendance at the wedding was honour and joy enough. Catherine had been grateful at the young, blonde woman's support and her insistence that Catherine should ask Halley.

Halley had been glad when Catherine had come to see her after her return from San Francisco, and had shared her news of the engagement. She had been happy for Catherine and Cadence that whatever problems had plagued the relationship with Jarrod Barkley had been resolved. "He's a fine man," Halley had said sincerely. "And you an' lil Cady are deservin' of all that he'll offer ya. Things as well as love. Ya mean alot to him, I daresay."

Catherine had asked Halley if she would do her the honour of standing up with her at the wedding, which was to take place at the Barkley ranch. Halley had been flabbergasted and then touched. "Oh my...me there with all those fancy folk! Ya sure?"

"It would mean a great deal to me," Catherine had assured her, reaching shyly to touch one of Halley's dark, work roughened hands. "And of course, Leo and the children will be there too, I hope."

Halley thought of her dear, departed mother, who had been a slave for rich white folk. Her mother would never have imagined Halley wearing a fancy dress, standing up in one of those lovely mansions, being a matron of honour while a friend of hers married a rich, white man. But they were from a different cloth, those Barkleys, Halley knew. They weren't the kind of folk who thought that human beings could be bought or sold, or made to work under threat of beatings, and treated like animals.

Shyly but happily, Halley had said yes to Catherine's request. The two had gone shopping in Stockton, and Catherine had purchased a new dress for Halley to wear during the ceremony, and new button up boots as well. And so, on New Year's Eve, the black woman would stand up next to the Metis woman as she married the white man that she loved.

Eventually, Jarrod announced that they would have to be on their way, but that if they didn't see the McNeils before New Year's Eve, he was looking forward to seeing them all then. For the first time, Halley and Catherine exchanged a hug, as Jarrod and Leo shook hands warmly and wished one another the day's blessings. Cadence left her friends, satisfied that she would see them again soon. Then the trio climbed back into the buggy and headed out for the Olson place. Catherine wondered if she could hope their reception there would be as warm.

To be continued…