NO WAY OUT

by Janet

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.

Prologue

“I don’t care what you say,” 13-year-old Jarrod Barkley said to his 9-year-old brother Nick while they were working near the barn. “You leave me alone or I’ll cream you.”

“Jarrod,” Nick replied not sure what had happened to his brother, “why are you being so mean to me. I didn’t do anything to you.”

“I don’t have to give you a reason,” Jarrod said shoving Nick to the ground. “So buzz off shrimp.”

Nick came up from the ground, a scowl on his face.

“No one does that to me,” he replied anger evident in his voice. “I’ll get you for this.”

“Big words from a little boy,” Jarrod told him smiling. “You couldn’t hurt a fly.”

“You want me to show you,” he said getting even angrier.

“Yeah,” Jarrod replied also angry.

Tom Barkley heard his two sons’ voices coming from the corral. He walked there quickly trying to head off a fight.

“You two stop it right now,” he said walking up to them. “I don’t know what the problem is but I want it to stop.”

“No problem old man,” Jarrod replied. “No problem at all.”

“Jarrod,” Tom told him getting angry himself, “I will not be referred to as old man. I’m your father.”

“So you are old man,” Jarrod said smiling. “I don’t feel like calling you anything else.”

“Listen here young man,” Tom replied. “You’re fixing to take a trip to the barn.”

“No I ain’t,” Jarrod told him. “You just leave me be and I’ll head off.”

“Oh no you don’t,” Tom said catching hold of Jarrod’s left upper arm. “You’re not going anywhere.”

“Let go of me,” Jarrod replied struggling to free himself.

“No,” Tom told him holding on. “You’re coming with me.”

As Tom literally dragged Jarrod to the barn, Nick stuck his tongue out at Jarrod. Jarrod slapped the top of his head hard enough for Nick to bite his tongue. That did it. He sprang like a cat, knocking Jarrod to the ground. He began to use his fists and pummel Jarrod in the face. Tom stopped, pulling Nick off of Jarrod.

“Nick,” he said with anger in his voice, “stop it. I’ll take care of Jarrod.”

“He made me bite my tongue,” Nick replied trying to swing at Jarrod who was smiling.

“Go in the house young man,” he told his youngest son. “I’ll take care of this.”

“All right,” Nick said heading for the house but he wasn’t happy.

Tom turned his attention back to Jarrod.

“What has gotten into you?” he asked. “You have completely changed. You are acting like a wild animal. This is not like you.”

“I’ve changed,” Jarrod answered trying to walk away.

“Oh no you don’t,” he said holding on. “You’re coming with me. You’ve got some explaining to do young man.”

Tom took him to the barn where he again tried to talk to Jarrod.

“Son,” he said as calm as he could, “I don’t understand this sudden change in your behavior.”

“You don’t need to old man,” Jarrod replied mockingly.

“That does it,” he told him. “You march in that house and up to your room until you can speak to me with a civil tongue.”

“Whatever you say,” Jarrod said walking away.

Tom threw his arms up in disgust.

Chapter One

“I don’t understand it,” Tom said that evening after supper while he sat at his desk trying to work.

“What don’t you understand?” Victoria asked from where she sat on the couch reading.

“Jarrod,” he answered.

“If you are talking about his actions of the last several weeks,” she said, “I’m in agreement. Do you know what he called me?”

“No,” he replied, “but I can imagine. He called me old man.”

“He called me old hag,” she told him. “What is wrong with him?”

“I don’t know,” he said. “But I intend to find out. He and Nick almost came to blows today over nothing.”

“Maybe you could talk to his friends,” she suggested. “Maybe they have some idea what’s going on.”

“Yeah,” he replied. “Frank and Matt should know what’s going on. I’ll ride over there now.”

“Tom,” she told him, “it’s after eight. Those boys will be getting ready for bed.”

“I’ll wake them up,” he said rising from his chair. “I need to know.”

Tom went to the barn, saddling his horse. He rode off toward the Sempleworths first. When he knocked on the door, Walt Sempleworth opened the door.

“Tom,” he said shaking hands, “what you doing out so late?”

“I’m sorry to bother you Walt,” Tom replied. “But I need to talk to Frank.”

“Is it important?” he asked. “Frank is doing his homework and getting ready to go to bed.”

“Very important,” Tom answered.

“Just a minute,” Walt said walking inside.

Tom paced the porch waiting for Frank. He had to control his anger when he questioned Frank. A few minutes later, Frank walked out.

“Yes Mr. Barkley,” he said.

“Frank,” Tom replied, “do you have any idea what’s wrong with Jarrod?”

“Wrong sir,” Frank told him. “I’m afraid I don’t understand.”

“Do you know why he’s acting so differently?” Tom asked.

“Well,” Frank hesitated.

“Tell him son,” Walt said from behind him. “Go on.”

“Jarrod,” Frank replied, “has been hanging around with a group of older boys. Say fifteen or sixteen. They have been stealing lunches from the younger kids and beating up some of them just for fun. They steal and push people around.”

“Do you know who is in charge?” he asked.

“Don’t know his name,” Frank answered. “But he is about seventeen with brown hair that falls in his face all the time. I’ve seen him hanging around the saloon.”

“What are you doing in a saloon?” Walt asked.

“I wasn’t in it sir,” Frank answered turning to look at his father. “I just saw him walking inside one day as I walked home.”

“Do you know why Jarrod is mixed up with them?” Tom asked.

“No,” Frank answered. “But I saw him and Matt talking today. Maybe Matt knows.”

“I’ll find out,” Tom said turning to leave. “Thanks Frank.”

“I hope I don’t get Jarrod in any trouble,” he replied.

“You won’t,” Tom told him. “You’re going to help get him out.”

Tom left, heading over to the Parkers. When he knocked on the door, John opened it.

“Tom,” he said, “what’s got you out so late?”

“I was hoping to talk to Matt,” Tom replied.

“Sure,” he told him as he walked inside.

“Yes sir,” Matt said as he walked out onto the porch.

“Matt,” Tom replied, “Frank Sempleworth told me about Jarrod being mixed up with a group of older boys. Do you know anything about it?”

Matt hesitated.

“Tell him boy,” John said.

“I don’t want to get Jarrod in trouble,” he replied.

“You won’t,” Tom told him. “I want to understand why Jarrod has become so disrespectful.”

“I got into words with him today,” Matt said. “I had noticed it myself so I asked Jarrod. He told me it was none of my business. But the head boy, named Simpson, is going around Stockton saying he has a Barkley right where he wants him. I’m not sure what he means. And Jarrod wouldn’t tell me. In fact, he would hardly talk to me. He kept telling me to mind my own business. I’ve known Jarrod since we started school and this is not like him. Something is wrong Mr. Barkley. Maybe Simpson has something on Jarrod or holding something over his head. I don’t know. All I know is if he doesn’t stop following them, he’s going to get into real trouble.”

“Thanks Matt,” Tom replied. “You’ve been a big help.”

Tom left heading for home. He vowed to find out what was going on.

Chapter Two

The next morning when Jarrod came down for breakfast, Tom confronted him.

“Jarrod,” he said looking at his son, “why are you associating with a bunch of bullies?”

Jarrod just stopped and looked at him.

“Answer me,” Tom replied.

“I...I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he told him but Tom could tell he was lying.

“Yes you do,” Tom said looking him in the face. “I talked to both Frank and Matt yesterday. They told me the whole story.”

“Big mouths,” Jarrod replied.

“That’s enough name calling,” Tom told him. “Are you going to answer me?”

“No,” Jarrod said.

“That’s it,” Tom replied. “You and I are going to the barn. Let’s go.”

Jarrod hesitated but Tom pushed him out the door. Once inside the barn, Tom turned toward him.

“Drop your pants and remove your shirt,” he said.

Jarrod just stood there.

“You heard what I said,” Tom replied.

Jarrod finally obeyed. Tom removed his belt and tanned him good. Jarrod never said a word. He just made a face.

“All right,” Tom said after he was finished, “you can get dressed. And if I hear that you are associated with those boys again, you’ll get worse. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes sir,” Jarrod replied walking away.

Tom went back in the house where he met Victoria.

“I don’t think we’ll have any more trouble out of him,” he said.

“Good,” she replied. “That’s a relief.”

Chapter Three

At school, Tim Simpson and two other boys, cornered Jarrod during recess.

“You haven’t been around much boy,” he said. “We’ve missed you.”

“I’ve been busy,” Jarrod replied trying to leave.

“What’s your hurry?” he asked pushing Jarrod backward into one of the other boys.

“I’m supposed to stay away from you,” Jarrod answered. “I’ve already had one trip to the barn. I don’t want another one. I made a mistake by getting involved with you. Now I’m getting out.”

“Listen boy,” he said getting in Jarrod’s face, “you try to leave this group and we’ll kill your mama, papa and that brother of yours. You understand?”

“Yes,” Jarrod replied. “I understand. Tim, please I want to leave. You’re a bad influence on me. I made a huge mistake and now I’m trying to fix it.”

“You are an asset to us,” he told him. “Be at the shack at six. Just remember if you don’t show, your family pays.”

Jarrod walked away. He was trapped with no way out. If he didn’t show up, his family would pay the price. Nick saw Jarrod and slowly walked over. When he saw Jarrod’s face, he pulled him to a log.

“What’s wrong?” Nick asked as they both sat down.

“I can’t tell you,” Jarrod answered.

“Come on Jarrod,” Nick said trying to prod it out of him. “I know it’s got something to do with those boys you were hanging around.”

“Nick,” Jarrod replied, “you can’t tell a soul.”

“I promise,” Nick told him.

“They just threatened me,” he said. “If I don’t do what they want, they said they would hurt the family.”

“Jarrod,” Nick replied, “you have to tell father. I know he will be able to help. You’ll be safe.”

“I can’t,” Jarrod told him. “I can’t squeal on them. You or mother or father could get hurt. I’ll have to handle it my own way.”

“But can you?” Nick asked.

“I don’t know,” Jarrod answered. “But I’ll try.”

With that, Jarrod left. Nick watched him go. He didn’t know what Jarrod was up to but he knew that Jarrod would do what was right or at least he hoped so. He wasn’t sure anymore from the way Jarrod had been acting. In fact, he was very surprised that Jarrod even spoke to him in a civil manner.

Jarrod didn’t go back inside the school. He walked toward an old shack he and Nick played in on the ranch. He was so confused, scared and angry, mostly at himself.

“How could I let myself get into this much trouble?” he asked out loud as he sat down inside in an old chair. “Now my family will pay the price.”

He sat there trying to figure a way out. Back at school, Nick noticed Jarrod’s empty seat. He also saw the older boys whispering. He knew they were plotting something to get back at Jarrod.

“Nick,” Mrs. Moore asked, “do you know where Jarrod is? He didn’t come inside after lunch.”

“No ma’am,” he answered. “He just told me he had to take care of something.”

Nick hoped that would stop anyone else from asking.

“When you see him,” she said, “I want you to tell him that no student leaves the school during the day. Is that understood?”

“Yes Mrs. Moore,” he replied. “I’ll tell him.”

Finally late that afternoon, Jarrod realized that he would have to carry out his part in this mess. So he left the shack heading for the other shack and the group of boys.

Chapter Four

When Jarrod didn’t come home for supper, Tom asked Nick if he knew why.

“Nick,” Tom asked his youngest son, “where is Jarrod?”

“I can’t tell you,” Nick answered.

“What do you mean you can’t tell me?” he asked.

“I gave my word,” Nick answered.

“Son,” he said, “if Jarrod is in some kind of trouble, I want you to tell us.”

“But I promised,” Nick replied.

“Please Nick,” she told him. “We know about those boys. We only want to help Jarrod.”

“All right,” Nick said. “Jarrod is meeting those boys at six. He told me that they threatened him.”

“How?” Tom asked.

“They said they would hurt the family if Jarrod didn’t do what he was told,” Nick answered. “Don’t you see, he doesn’t have a choice.”

“Yes he does,” Tom said rising from the table. “Do you know where they are?”

“No,” Nick replied. “But I can find him I think.”

“Let’s go,” Tom told him.

“Be careful Tom,” she said. “Bring him home.”

“I will,” Tom replied as he and Nick hurried out the door.

Jarrod walked into the shack.

“See boy,” Tim said catching Jarrod as he walked inside, “I told you it was best if you came. Now your family is safe.”

“You won’t hurt them?” Jarrod asked.

“Nope,” he answered. “Let’s go.”

“Where?” Jarrod asked.

“We’re going to rob the bank,” he answered.

“No,” Jarrod said trying to leave. “I won’t do it. Please Tim, let me go.”

Tim pulled a knife from a sheaf on his belt and stuck it under Jarrod’s chin. He could feel the cold steel blade against his skin. He knew he was caught.

“You’re going,” he said pushing Jarrod toward the door.

The boys headed to the alley behind the bank. One of them pried open a window in the back. They climbed in. Tim kept a close rein on Jarrod. He wouldn’t let him go. Jarrod was forced to climb inside.

Tom and Nick rode into Stockton. Tom headed over to Harry’s office.

“Harry,” he asked as he and Nick walked into the sheriff’s office, “do you know where a bunch of older boys are?”

“You mean that pack that scares the townsfolk,” Harry replied. “They do whatever they please and I can’t catch ‘em doing it.”

“Yes,” he told him.

“I don’t know where they are right now,” Harry said. “Why?”

“Jarrod didn’t come home from school,” he replied. “Nick said that the older boy threatened Jarrod. I’m afraid they’ll hurt him.”

“Let’s take a look around,” Harry told him heading for the door.

Tom and Nick followed.

Chapter Five

Inside the bank, the boys were filling a feed sack with money from the safe. Jarrod again tried to leave but Tim grabbed him by the arm.

“You’re not going anywhere,” he said. “I meant what I said. You’re going to do this or bye bye family.”

“Please Tim,” Jarrod replied. “I have to go home.”

“You stay right there,” he told him. “Do you think I give a hoot about your family? Well, I don’t. You’re our meal ticket. You’re going to help us or else.”

One of the boys had gotten the combination to the safe from a teller that worked at the bank. He had masterminded the robbery and would take the lion’s share. As they started to climb out of the window, Nick spotted them.

“There they are!” he cried pointing.

“Nick,” Tom said rushing toward the bank, “stay here.”

Tom and Harry ran to the bank. Nick followed behind them even though he wasn’t supposed to. He was worried about Jarrod.

Inside the bank, Tim and Jarrod were the last two.

“So you told,” he said advancing on Jarrod. “I knew I should have taken care of you long before now.”

“No,” Jarrod replied trying to back up but he was against the wall, “I didn’t. I gave you my word. I didn’t tell.”

Tim caught Jarrod by the arm. He turned Jarrod away from him, pulling the knife from its sheaf. He plunged the knife in Jarrod’s lower back, twisting it as he went. Jarrod cringed and cried out as the pain hit him.

“No,” Jarrod cried as he fell, “please no.”

“Die,” Tim said as he watched him fall. “Now you’re free cause you’re dead.”

Then Tim climbed out the window. Jarrod tried to move to the window but he didn’t have the strength. He was bleeding profusely and was too weak. He collapsed to the floor.

Tom and Harry were too late to catch the boys. When they walked inside the bank, Tom saw a figure. He quietly crept up on the figure his gun drawn. When he was right over him, he stopped. Realizing who it was, Tom quickly knelt down beside his son. He saw the blood that covered Jarrod’s shirt and the floor.

“Harry,” he yelled, “get Doc Merrar. Jarrod’s been stabbed. He’s bleeding badly.”

Harry ran over to Tom. Squatting down next to Jarrod, he looked at the wound.

“It’s deep Tom,” he said. “He’s losing a lot of blood.”

“Get the doctor,” Tom replied.

“Right,” Harry told him rising and heading out the door.

Nick came up as Harry was leaving the bank.

“Did you find him?” he asked.

“Yeah,” Harry answered. “He’s inside.”

Nick went inside the bank. He saw his father on the floor holding something.

“Father,” he said as he came nearer.

Nick saw Jarrod and the blood.

“What happened?” he asked.

“Jarrod was stabbed,” Tom answered. “They robbed the bank.”

“Jarrod too,” Nick asked.

“Yes,” Tom answered. “But I believe that Jarrod didn’t want to participate.”

“Right,” Nick said. “Do you need the doc?”

“Harry’s gone to get him,” Tom replied looking down at his son. “Hang on Jarrod.”

The doctor and Harry arrived a few minutes later. Harry checked to see how much money was missing with the bank president who had been awakened by a deputy and had come to the bank before heading to his office to start a search for those boys. The doctor checked the wound then looked up at Tom.

“It’s very deep and long,” he said as he worked. “Jarrod’s lost a great deal of blood. I need to get him to my office.”

“I’ll take him,” Tom replied picking up his son and carrying him.

Jarrod was completely limp in his father’s arms. Nick followed close behind and as he walked he stepped in his brother’s blood.

When they walked into the office, Tom laid Jarrod down on his stomach on the examination table. The doctor went to work.

“Son,” he said to Nick, “go back to the ranch and tell your mother.”

“Yes father,” Nick replied as he left.

The doctor continued to work on Jarrod. Finally, he looked up.

“He needs blood,” he said.

“I’ll do it,” Tom replied rolling up his sleeve.

“I’ll get everything ready,” he told him.

Nick ran in the house.

“Mother!” he cried. “Mother!”

“What is it?” she asked as she walked out of the kitchen.

“It’s Jarrod mother,” Nick answered out of breath.

“Did you find him?” she asked.

“Yes,” he answered. “You have to come to town.”

“Why?” she asked fearing the worst.

“Jarrod’s been stabbed,” he answered. “He’s bleeding bad.”

“How did it happen?” she asked.

“Jarrod was inside the bank with those boys,” he answered. “The leader stabbed him.”

“Oh no,” she said grabbing her shawl. “Let’s go.”

“I’ll get the buggy,” he replied hurrying out to the barn.

“How is he?” she asked as he hitched the buggy.

“Not good,” he answered. “He lost a lot of blood.”

“Let’s go,” she said as they climbed up into the buggy and headed for town.

“What exactly happened?” she asked as they rode.

“From what we saw,” he answered, “Jarrod was forced to help rob the bank. Then when we spotted them, the leader stabbed Jarrod to shut him up.”

“Oh no,” she said. “My son is a bank robber.”

“Not a real one,” he replied. “Jarrod was forced mother.”

“Let’s get to him,” she told him as they rode faster.

Chapter Six

When Victoria and Nick arrived at the doctor’s office a short time later, Tom was giving his son blood.

“How is he Tom?” she asked.

“He’s alive,” Tom answered. “Victoria, he helped rob the bank. My son.”

“I know,” she said. “Nick told me.”

“The wound is very deep and long,” the doctor said looking up. “Luckily, it didn’t hit any organs. But whomever did it ground it in. The tissue is badly damaged.”

“Will he live?” she asked very concerned about her son.

“I believe so,” he answered. “But it will take time and he’ll have to stay quiet for a few days.”

Harry walked in.

“Tom,” he said carrying a pair of restraints in his hand, “I’m sorry to do this. But Jarrod is under arrest for robbing the bank.”

“You know as well as I do that he didn’t do it willingly,” Tom replied. “He was threatened Harry.”

“Yes I know,” he told him. “But he was inside the bank where the robbery had taken place. By law, he has to incarcerated. I’m sorry.”

“He can’t be moved,” she said.

“I’ll have to put a deputy at the door and a restraint on his wrist,” Harry replied.

“Do what you must,” Tom told him.

Tom watched as Harry put a restraint on Jarrod’s left wrist securing him to the bed after the doctor moved him. Tom was very angry about the whole thing. Why hadn’t Jarrod just come to him and told him everything. They could have worked it out together. Now his son was lying in bed with a stab wound in his back along with being an accomplice in a robbery. A deputy was stationed at the bedroom door. Tom couldn’t believe what was happening to his family. His oldest son, his levelheaded son, was going to have to stand trial for robbery.

Victoria was also having a hard time believing what was happening.

“Tom,” she asked, “what will happen to Jarrod?”

“I’m afraid he may have to serve some time in jail,” he answered. “Unless we can point out to the judge that he was not a willing participant. But I don’t know for sure.”

“You’re joking right,” Nick said. “Jarrod won’t be locked up.”

“No son,” Tom replied. “I’m not. Your brother broke the law. The district attorney could try to set an example and give Jarrod the worst punishment there is.”

“He can’t,” Nick told him. “Jarrod had no choice.”

“He had a choice son,” Tom said. “He make the wrong decision. He should have come to me when all this started happening. As it is now, I’m not sure how to help him.”

“Tom,” she asked, “what are we going to do now?”

“First thing is find a lawyer,” he answered. “I’m afraid Jarrod is going to need one. Why couldn’t he have come to me? I would have tried to help him.”

“Father,” Nick said looking at his father, “Jarrod told me he had to take care of this himself. He didn’t want to be a squealer.”

“He made it worse by going back,” Tom replied. “If he’d just come home, we wouldn’t be here right now not sure what to do.”

“He had no choice,” Nick told him.

“The judge may not see it that way,” Tom said. “We don’t need to worry about that now. We need to get Jarrod well first.”

“Tom,” she asked, “how did we fail him? How could we let this happen?”

“All children have to grow up,” he answered. “Jarrod is trying to grow up and he ended up getting involved with the wrong boys. We can’t always be there with them so we try to teach them right and wrong. But to answer your question, I don’t know other than watching him every minute of every day.”

Chapter Seven

That evening, Jarrod began to come to. Victoria was at his side.

“Honey,” she said softly, “don’t try to move. You need to stay calm and don’t move.”

“Mother,” he replied in a whisper, “I’m sorry.”

“Are you hurting?” she asked ignoring his remark.

“A little,” he answered trying to move his left hand.

“Son,” Tom said sitting down on the other side of the bed, “do you remember what happened?”

“Yes sir,” Jarrod replied looking away. “I was a participant in a bank robbery.”

“Yes you were,” Tom told him.

“But were you forced to do it?” she asked.

“Yes mother,” he answered. “He wouldn’t let me go. I begged and pleaded with Tim to let me go but he just laughed and said no.”

“I’m sorry son,” Tom continued, “Harry had no choice but to put you under arrest. There is a deputy on the other side of the door and a restraint on your wrist. Why didn’t you come to me? We could have found some way out of this.”

“I know I’ve let you down,” he replied looking at both of them. “There’s not enough words to say how sorry I am. I was trying to be different. I didn’t like the goody-two-shoes image that I had. I wanted to be different.”

“You branched out son,” Tom told him. “But how did you become involved with those boys in the first place?”

“It happened right after school about a month ago,” he said thinking back to that day. “I was mad at the world.”

As Jarrod walked home from school, he was mad. The teacher had humiliated him because he always had his homework and she always wanted him to answer the questions. He hated to be called on all the time as one of the few students who actually did their homework. Matt and Frank were the other two. How he wished he could do something bad. Then he heard footsteps behind him and stopped. A group of six or seven boys walked up in front of him stopping.

“Aren’t you Jarrod Barkley?” one of them asked.

“Yes,” he answered. “Is there a problem?”
“Nope,” the boy said. “Just thought you might want to join us.”

“What do you do?” he asked kind of intrigued.

“We have fun,” the boy answered. “I’m Tim Simpson. This is Bob Baines, Arnie Woods, Bert Jeffers, John Martin, Fred Smith and Marty Billings.”

“I’m happy to meet you,” Jarrod said smiling. “Do you have a place to meet? What kind of things do you do?”

“Sure do,” Tim replied. “We conduct our meetings at an old shack on the other side of town. No one knows it exists so we are free to do what we want to.”

“Sounds great,” Jarrod told him. “I’m tired of being so good. I want to do something that isn’t good.”

“We can help you out there,” Tim said smiling. “Come on with us.”

“All right,” Jarrod replied.

“So I went with them,” he said coming back to the present. “I had a wonderful time the first few times I went. Then things started getting rough.”

“Jarrod,” Tim said one afternoon at the shack, “we want you to do us a favor, sort of like an enunciation to the club.”

“What kind of favor,” he asked.

“We want you to get us the answers to Friday’s test,” Tim answered. “You can slip it out of her bag while she’s outside at lunch.”

“I don’t know,” Jarrod said. “It wouldn’t be right. It’s cheating.”

“You’re the one who wanted to do something bad,” Tim replied. “Or was that a line of bull.”

“No,” Jarrod told him. “I meant it. All right. I’ll do it.”

“So I took the test paper out during recess one day and copied down the answers,” he said ashamed of himself. “ Then I put it back in her bag. And I gave the boys the answers. I was hooked. Tim held that over me all the time.”

“What do you mean held it over you?” Victoria asked.

“He kept saying that he would tell the teacher that I stole the answers unless I did what I was told,” he answered.

“So,” Tom said, “you cheated on a test.”

“Yes sir,” Jarrod replied. “I’m sorry father. I’ve really messed things up.”

“Yes you have,” Tom told him. “But your mother and I will stand behind you. And when you get better, you will be punished by us as well as what the law chooses to do.”

“I know,” he said. “I’ll take whatever punishment they give me. I’m sorry I let you down sir.”

“Yes you did,” Tom replied. “But you are still my son and I love you. You have to promise me that you will never do anything like this again.”

“I do father,” he told his parents. “I promise.”

“Good,” Tom said.

“Jarrod,” she replied, “you need to rest.”

“Yes mother,” he told her closing his eyes.

Chapter Eight

Over the next week, Jarrod slowly improved enough to be allowed to go home.

“Jarrod,” the doctor said as the family was ready to leave, “I don’t want you doing anything to open that wound up again. You’re to stay home for another week before you can go to school.”

“Don’t worry doctor,” she replied. “He’ll take it easy.”

“That’s right,” Tom told him. “As of this minute, Jarrod is confined to his room until further notice.”

“That will be fine,” the doctor said. “I will come out to the ranch at the end of the week to see how you’re doing.”

“All right,” Jarrod replied.

The Barkley family headed to the buggy. Tom had to help Jarrod climb up and the deputy accompanied them to the ranch. As they rode out of town, Tim Simpson and his boys watched.

“We’re going to finish the job we started a couple weeks ago,” he said smiling. “Barkley has to die. He can finger each one of us and we can’t have that.”

The boys agreed with him.

“We’ll take care of it after dark,” he said. “Bert, get some guns and ammo from the shack.”

“Right,” the other boy replied heading off.

“Barkley dies tonight,” he told them.

The family arrived at the ranch and Tom helped Jarrod down from the buggy.

“Go on in and up to your room,” he said looking at Jarrod.

“Yes sir,” Jarrod replied walking into the house.

“What room is his?” the deputy asked.

“Top of the stairs,” Tom answered. “Down to the left at the end of the hall.”

“Thanks,” he said as he followed the boy inside.

“Did you find a lawyer yet?” she asked Tom as they entered the house.

“Yes,” he answered. “A George Tyrone. Harry said he was a good lawyer.”

“How does Harry know?” she asked.

“He’s defended a slew of the men who were arrested by Harry,” Tom answered. “He’s coming to the house tomorrow morning.”

“All right,” she said. “I hope he can help.”

“Me too,” he replied. “I didn’t want to say this in front of Jarrod or Nick but Harry told me that a Judge Bentley is the presiding judge and he will probably force Jarrod to serve his time at a detention facility near San Francisco. He said he’d probably give him two years, maybe even more.”

“What’s the name of the place?” she asked.

“San Quentin,” he answered.

“That’s a prison for people who have murdered others,” she said. “We can’t let Jarrod be sent there. He could get killed.”

“Don’t you think I know that,” Tom replied. “Harry also said that Mr. Tyrone was top-notch and that Jarrod would probably get off with some type of community service to the bank in restitution for the robbery.”

“I hope so,” she told him.

“So do I,” he said.

Chapter Nine

That evening, the boys set out to finish Jarrod. They arrived at the Barkley Ranch right after dark. They slowly made their way around to the back of the house. Then they entered through the back door by breaking out a pane of glass. Inching their way through the kitchen, they listened to Tom and Victoria, who were both in the study talking. They slowly made their way upstairs. Once at the top of the stairs, Tim motioned to the door at the end of the hall where the deputy stood.

“That has to be his room,” he said. “Let’s go.”

They slowly made their way down the hallway. Nick, who was in his room getting ready for bed, thought he heard something coming from the hallway. He inched his door open a slit seeing the boys headed for Jarrod’s room. Nick quickly closed the door racing for his open bedroom window. He climbed down a tree that stood close to his window to the ground. As he hit the ground, he ran for the French doors of the study. He flew in the doors out of breath.

“Nick,” Tom asked startled, “what are you doing outside this time of evening?”

“Father,” Nick answered out of breath, “those boys are upstairs trying to get to Jarrod’s room.”

“What!” Victoria cried. “Tom, we have to stop them.”

“I know,” he told her. “You two stay here.”

He went over to the cabinet picking up a pistol and then loading it. Then he headed for the stairs and his son.

Meanwhile, upstairs, the boys had overpowered the deputy. He lay in a heap on the floor. They pushed open the door of Jarrod’s bedroom, surprising him as he lay on his bed.

“What are you doing here?” he asked getting up.

“We came to finish a job,” Tim answered walking toward him.

“Listen,” Jarrod said backing up, “I won’t say anything. I promise. You’re free.”

“And we’re going to stay free,” Tim replied grabbing Jarrod by his shirt.

Tim pulled the knife out and was about to plunge it into Jarrod’s chest, when the door flew open and a shot rang out. Tim fell to the floor, a bullet in his back. Tom stood in the doorway.

“Now,” he said, “the rest of you walk out of here one at a time.”

They hesitated and by that time the deputy had come to. He was standing beside of Tom, his gun drawn.

“I’m not saying it again,” Tom said. “Move.”

The boys slowly walked out of Jarrod’s room. Tom and the deputy followed them downstairs to the living room where they were tied and kept till the sheriff could arrive. The deputy rode into town to get Harry. Jarrod was still panting as he watched. Victoria rushed to him.

“Jarrod,” she asked hugging him, “are you all right?”

“I am now,” he answered, “thanks to father.”

“Nick heard the boys and warned us,” she said holding him. “He’s a hero.”

“I only did what I had to,” he replied. “I didn’t want anything to happen to Jarrod.”

“Thanks Nick,” Jarrod told him putting his arm around his brother.

Chapter Ten

Harry and three deputies arrived at the ranch over an hour later. Harry escorted the boys out and onto their horses. He took them back to town with two of the deputies.

“Jarrod,” Tom said after everyone had left and he walked up to his son’s room, “you all right.”

“Yes sir,” he replied still shaking slightly. “Just a little scared.”

“I don’t blame you a bit,” Tom told him. “I’m a little scared myself.”

“What will happen now?” Jarrod asked sitting down on his bed.

“Those boys will go to jail,” Tom answered. “Son...”

“I know father,” Jarrod said not letting him finish. “I’m in big trouble.”

“No,” he replied. “I wanted to tell you that a lawyer named Tyrone will be here in the morning. I’ve hired him to handle your case.”

“Is he any good?” Jarrod asked.

“From what Harry told me he is,” he answered. “I want to try to keep you from serving any jail time.”

“Do you think it could come to that?” Jarrod asked. “I’m only thirteen. Could they really send me to jail?”

“They could,” he answered. “But don’t worry. I’m sure Mr. Tyrone will get you off.”

“I’ll try,” Jarrod said. “And I hope so.”

“You get ready for bed,” he replied turning to leave. “Your mother and I will be by in a few minutes to say goodnight.”

“Yes sir,” Jarrod told him.

Tom left his room heading downstairs. Victoria met him at the bottom of the stairs.

“Is Jarrod all right?” she asked.

“He’s fine,” he answered. “He’s getting ready for bed. I told him we’d be up in a few minutes.”

“Tom,” she said, “we almost lost our son. If Nick hadn’t heard them.”

“I know,” he replied. “I know.”

Tom and Victoria walked into Jarrod’s room. He was dressed in his nightshirt and lying in bed. He was still shook up about what had almost happened. He looked up when they came in.

“You all ready for bed?” Tom asked.

“Yes sir,” he answered.

“Honey,” she said sitting down on the bed, “everything is all right now. No one is going to hurt you.”

“I’m still a little bit scared,” he replied.

“Would it make you feel better if we stayed with you until you fell asleep?” Tom asked.

“Yes sir,” he answered.

“All right,” Tom said smiling. “We love you.”

“I love both of you,” he replied smiling.

Jarrod slowly closed his eyes. Tom and Victoria sat with him for about thirty minutes and then headed to their own room.

Chapter Eleven

The next morning Nick walked into his brother’s room. Jarrod was sitting in a chair trying to read a book but he couldn’t concentrate. All he could think about was the possibility that he might have to go to jail. Nick noticed his expression.

“You all right?” he asked as he sat down on the bed.

“I don’t know,” Jarrod answered. “I can’t stop thinking about going to jail.”

“You ain’t going to jail,” Nick said. “You’re too young.”

“How do you know?” Jarrod asked. “You’re not a lawyer.”

“I know that,” Nick said. “But how could they send you to jail? You didn’t do it on purpose.”

“I know,” Jarrod replied. “But I was in the bank when the robbery took place. I saw it all and did nothing to stop it.”

“What would have happened if you had tried to stop it?” Nick asked.

“I probably would have been killed,” Jarrod answered. “Nick,” I’m scared. I can’t stop thinking about prison. The rest of my life will be ruined and so will father’s. He will be known as Tom Barkley, the man whose son was locked up at thirteen.”

“Father isn’t like that,” Nick said. “He won’t let them lock you up.”

“I don’t know,” Jarrod replied. I’ve thrown away my future.”

“No you haven’t,” Nick told him trying to help him. “Everything will be fine?”

Nick could tell that Jarrod didn’t believe a word. He tried to cheer Jarrod up.

“Frank and Matt are looking forward to seeing you back at school,” he said changing the subject.”

Jarrod wasn’t paying attention to him. Nick stood up and left the room. When he walked into the dining room, his parents were already there.

“Where’s Jarrod?” she asked.

“He’s in his room,” he answered. “Father, Jarrod is scared. He’s afraid he’ll have to go to jail. I tried to tell him he wouldn’t but I don’t think he believed me.”

“I’ll talk to him,” Tom said rising from the table. “I’m sure Mr. Tyrone will be able to keep him from going to prison.”

“I hope so,” Nick replied sitting down at the table.

Tom walked to Jarrod’s room. Jarrod didn’t even look up.

“Son,” he said sitting on his bed, “Nick tells me you’re frightened about going to jail.”

“Yes sir,” Jarrod replied almost in tears. “I don’t want to go to jail. I’ve heard the men in prison are mean.”

“You’ve heard right,” he told his son. “You don’t need to be worried. “Mr. Tyrone will get you off.”

“Are you sure?” Jarrod asked still very frightened.

“Come here son,” Tom said motioning for him to sit on the bed.

Jarrod moved to the bed beside of his father. Tom put his arm around the boy and could feel him physically shaking.

“It’s all right Jarrod,” Tom said holding him close. “You don’t have anything to worry about. I’ll make sure of that.”

“Really?” Jarrod asked.

“Yes,” he answered. “I’m sure something can be worked out with the bank where you can work off your part.”

“Yes sir,” Jarrod said. “I would be willing to do that.”

“Try not to worry,” he replied.

“I’ll try,” Jarrod told him.

Tom left Jarrod’s room, walking downstairs. As he got to the bottom, there was a knock at the door. He went to the door, opening it.

“Hello,” a tall, heavyset man said wearing a mustache. “I’m George Tyrone.”

“Yes Mr. Tyrone,” Tom replied motioning for the man to come in. “I’m Tom Barkley. You’re here about my son, Jarrod.”

“Yes,” Tyrone told him. “I’ve read the report that the sheriff filed. Now, I want to hear his side.”

“Just a minute,” Tom said. “If you will follow me.”

He led the man to the study.

“I’ll get my son,” Tom said leaving the room.

Tom hurried upstairs to Jarrod’s room.

“Jarrod,” he said as he walked in, “the lawyer is here. He wants to talk to you.”

“All right,” Jarrod replied standing up. “I’m scared father.”

“Just answer his questions and everything will be all right,” Tom told him following him out of his room.

Chapter Twelve

“Now Jarrod,” Tyrone said as he sat down, “I want you to tell me what happened?”

“Yes sir,” Jarrod replied. “It all started about a month ago...”

Jarrod told Tyrone the whole story. He listened quietly frequently writing down notes. When Jarrod finished, he looked up.

“First of all,” he said looking at Tom, “Jarrod was not a willing participant in the bank robbery. He was threatened with a knife. Second, inside the bank, Simpson used that knife again. Jarrod was terrified not only for himself but for his family.”

“Yes sir,” Jarrod replied. “I certainly was. He was so mad at me for not doing what he wanted. I knew he was going to hurt me.”

“I’ll talk to Judge Bentley,” Tyrone told them. “I believe we can work something out so the boy doesn’t have to be incarcerated.”

“That’s good news,” Tom said. “When will we know?”

“Jarrod is to appear before the judge on Wednesday,” he replied. “That’s when he will most likely render his decision about what punishment Jarrod will receive.”

“You mean I have to wait three days before I know,” Jarrod told him. “I can’t wait three days. I’ll go crazy.”

“I’m afraid so,” he said smiling. “Try not to worry.”

“Yes sir,” Jarrod replied.

“Son,” Tom asked, “would you excuse us a minute?”

“Yes sir,” Jarrod answered, leaving the room.

When the two men were alone, Tom turned to Tyrone.

“Do you really think you can get him off?” he asked.

“I do Mr. Barkley,” he answered. “Your son was not a willing member of the group that night. Yes he stole the test but that is something his teacher can handle. I believe that I can work out something with the president of the bank to allow Jarrod to work off his part.”

“That would be wonderful if you can,” Tom said. “He’s really a good boy.”

“I can see that,” he replied. “And smart. You know he would be a prime candidate to become a lawyer himself. Have you ever thought about it?”

“No,” Tom told him. “I’ve known for years that Jarrod was not destined to be a rancher. He despises getting dirty. He won’t shy away from hard work but he would prefer to read.”

“Give it some thought,” he said smiling. “But as far as the judge, he’s a reasonable man. He’ll be fair.”

“All right,” Tom replied standing. “Thank you for taking my son’s case.”

“You’re quite welcome,” he told him heading out. “I’ll see you Wednesday.”

After the lawyer left, Victoria walked up to Tom.

“Well?” she asked.

“He believes that he can keep Jarrod out of jail,” he answered. “We find out for sure on Wednesday morning.”

“Who is the judge?” she asked.

“A Judge Bentley,” Tom answered.

“Let’s just hope that everything is all right,” she said.

“Amen,” he replied.

Chapter Thirteen

As the day approached for Jarrod to stand in front of the judge, he began to get more worried and withdrawn. Tom and Victoria were very worried about their son’s health. He hardly ate and he hardly slept. They tried to talk to him.

“Jarrod,” Tom said as he walked into Jarrod’s room, “you are going to make yourself sick if you don’t get some rest and eat something.”

“I can’t,” he replied his voice shaking. “I’m going to jail. I know I’m going.”

“Son,” Tom told him, “we’ve been over this and over this. You’re not going to prison. Mr. Tyrone is going to fix it.”

“I can’t help it father,” he said with tears in his eyes. “I just keep seeing myself behind bars and ruining yours and mother’s lives.”

“You’re not ruining our lives,” Tom replied. “We love you and want the best for you.”

“I know that,” he told him. “I’ve really messed up big time. I’ve ruined everything.”

“No you haven’t,” Tom said smiling. “You’re a good boy and I’m proud of you.”

“You’re proud of a jailbird,” he replied.

“No,” Tom told him. “I’m proud of my oldest son and the young man he has become. Everyone makes mistakes. You’re not the first one to mess up.”

“You didn’t try to rob a bank,” he said.

“You didn’t do it on purpose,” Tom replied. “You were forced to. Now, as far as the test is concerned, I want you to promise me that you will tell your teacher what you did.”

“Yes sir,” he told his father. “I will.”

“Let’s go get some breakfast,” Tom said smiling.

Jarrod rose from his bed. He was still scared but he knew his father really loved him and would stand with him no matter what.

On Wednesday morning, Tom, Victoria, Jarrod and Nick walked into the courtroom in Stockton. George Tyrone was already seated at the defense table. He motioned for Jarrod to take the seat beside of him.

“When the judge walks in,” he said pointing to the bench where the judge would sit, “we rise to show our respect for him. He may have a few things to say before he gets to your punishment. Then he will ask for the defendant to rise. That’s you. You stand up and listen to what he says.”

“Yes sir,” Jarrod replied glancing back at his parents and brother.

“All rise,” the bailiff said as Judge Bentley walked to the bench. “Be seated.”

The judge was a tall man with brown hair and a handlebar mustache. He looked over his notes before speaking.

“I have looked over everything concerned with the night in question,” he said looking at the court. “I am very surprised that a thirteen-year-old boy would be involved in any way. Never in my court has anyone that young been sentenced. So taking into consideration the defendant’s age, I have rendered a decision. Will the defendant please rise?”

Jarrod and Tyrone both stood up. Jarrod was shaking inside as he waited to hear what his punishment would be. Both Tom and Victoria were holding their breath hoping that their son wouldn’t have to go to jail.

“I have read the sheriff’s report of the day of the robbery,” he began. “I have also read Mr. Tyrone’s report of what happened according to your testimony. I have one question to ask before I pronounce my sentence. Would you do anything like this again young man?”

“No sir,” Jarrod said.

“I see,” he replied. “It is this court’s decision that the defendant, Jarrod Thomas Barkley, spend the next six months working after school every afternoon until closing with Mr. Otis Clark, a senior member in the bank. Also, that Jarrod Barkley spend the remaining time at night and on weekends in the custody of his parents, Tom and Victoria Barkley for the six month period.”

“Thank you your honor,” Tyrone said. “It will be taken care of with Mr. Clark for Jarrod to start next week.”

“That being said,” the judge replied. “Court dismissed.”

“You understand what you are to do,” Tyrone told him.

“Yes sir,” Jarrod said smiling. “I go to the bank after school every day and stay in my room the rest of the time.”

“Well maybe not in your room,” Tom replied smiling along with shaking Tyrone’s hand. “But in one of our sights during that time except at night in bed.”

“I promise,” Jarrod told him. “Thank you sir.”

“You’re welcome young man,” Tyrone said smiling. “You’re a lucky young man.”

“Yes sir,” Jarrod replied. “I know I am.”

Victoria hurried to Jarrod, hugging him.

“I’m so happy honey,” she said also smiling.

“Me too mother,” he replied smiling for the first time.

“I’ll see Mr. Clark and let him know you’ll be there Monday afternoon,” Tyrone told him.

“All right,” Tom said. “Let’s go home.”

“I’m glad you didn’t have to go to jail Jarrod,” Nick replied smiling.

“Me too,” Jarrod told him as they headed out to the buggy.

The family rode home. Jarrod was so relieved. So were Tom and Victoria for that matter. Now they could get back to normal.

Chapter Fourteen

Jarrod returned to school the following Monday, after getting the ok from the doctor and the first thing he did was admit to Mrs. Moore that he had cheated on a test. She was disappointed in him but she told him that she would have to put a failing grade on that test. He understood.

“Mrs. Moore,” Jarrod said coming to stand in front of her desk during recess, “I have something to tell you.”

“What is it Jarrod?” she asked.

“I wanted to tell you that almost a month ago I cheated on a test,” he answered. “I took the test paper out of your bag, copied down the answers and gave them to Tim Simpson and his band of boys. I know it was wrong but I wasn’t in the mood at that time to be good. I understand that I must be punished.”

“Jarrod,” she said, “I’m surprised that you did it. But I also know what happened in the bank. What I am going to do is put a failing grade on that test. If you have your homework everyday and do well on your remaining exams, I’ll consider letting you take it over.”

“Mrs. Moore,” Jarrod said, “I’m glad. I won’t ever do it again. You have my word on it.”

“I know you won’t,” she replied. “I know you’re a good boy. Could you answer one question for me?”

“What?” he asked.

“Why did you get involved with Tim Simpson in the first place?” she asked. “He’s been in trouble since the day he started school.”

“I was mad the day I met him,” he answered. “You had called on me over and over. I could see some of the kids’ faces as I reeled off the right answers. I was aggravated and I’m sorry.”

“Don’t worry about it now,” she said smiling. “You’re one of my best students and I only want to help you learn. Someday, when you’re grown, you’ll use what you’ve been taught in school.”

“Yes ma’am,” he replied smiling. “And thanks.”

Jarrod worked hard at school. He did his work without being told. And he was one of the first students to volunteer with the correct answer when Mrs. Moore asked a question. After school let out, Jarrod headed for the bank. When he walked inside, he went to the teller window.

“I’m Jarrod Barkley,” he said. “I’m supposed to see Mr. Otis Clark.”

“Just a minute son,” the man replied.

He went to a small office in the back. A short man with brown hair walked out.

“I’m Otis Clark,” he said. “You must be Jarrod Barkley.”

“Yes sir,” Jarrod replied shaking his hand. “I’m here to make up for the robbery.”

“George Tyrone explained everything to me,” he told the boy. “Follow me.”

He showed Jarrod into his small office.

“Now,” he said as he sat down behind his desk, “the first responsibility you will have is keeping the bank clean by sweeping it out every afternoon after it is closed. You will also empty the trash containers. There is a barrel out back to put the trash in. Once a week you will run some simple errands for Mr. Warren or me. Do you understand?”

“Yes sir,” Jarrod replied. “What should I do first?”

“I want you to sit here at my desk and do your homework until closing time,” he told him. “Today, all you will do is sweep up and take care of the trash.”

“Yes sir,” Jarrod said coming to sit at the big brown wooden desk.

Otis Clark left Jarrod working on his homework. He walked to the president’s office on the other side of the bank.

“Myron,” he said as he walked in, “Jarrod Barkley is here.”

“Good,” Warren replied standing up. “Where is he now?”

“He’s in my office doing his homework,” he answered. “I told him to empty the trash and sweep up today.”

“That’s fine Otis,” Warren said. “He’s your responsibility.”

“Yes sir,” he replied heading back.

Otis stood at the doorway to his office watching Jarrod work. The boy looked like he was smart. Maybe he could be taught some of the workings of the bank.

At five minutes to six, Otis came to the office to see Jarrod.

“Jarrod,” he said as he walked inside, “it’s time to sweep up and take care of the trash. Once you’re finished, you may go home and I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Yes sir,” Jarrod said closing his book and rising from the chair.

It took Jarrod thirty minutes to get everything done. And when he walked out of the bank, Nick met him.

“What are you doing here?” he asked.

“Just wanted to walk home with you,” Nick answered.

“You been here since school?” he asked.

“Nope,” Nick answered. “I asked father if I could come to town and go home with you.”

“OK,” Jarrod said smiling. “Let’s go.”

Nick had rode his horse and the two boys headed home.

Chapter Fifteen

Jarrod and Nick walked into the house at almost seven. Tom looked up from his chair where he was reading the paper.

“How did your first day back go?” he asked.

“Fine,” Jarrod answered. “I told Mrs. Moore what I did and she has put a failing grade on that test for the moment. But she told me if I do all my work and stay out of trouble, she might let me take it again.”

“That’s great,” he said smiling. “And the bank?”

“Mr. Clark is a nice man,” Jarrod replied. “I didn’t do anything but sweep up and take care of the trash. During the rest of the time, I did my homework.”

“That’s my boy,” he told him. “You ready to eat?”

“Yes sir,” Jarrod said smiling. “Where’s mother?”

“Now where would she be?” he wanted to know.

“In the kitchen,” Jarrod answered.

“Right on the nose,” he said.

“I want to tell her,” Jarrod replied heading to see his mother.

Tom smiled as he watched his son leave. He knew that the worst was behind them.

“Mother,” Jarrod said as he walked in, “I’m home.”

“Hi honey,” she replied smiling and hugging him. “How did everything go?”

“Fine,” he told her. “I...

Jarrod told his mother what he had told Tom.

“I’m very proud of you,” she said. “Dinner will be ready in thirty minutes. You have time to do your chores.”

“All right,” he replied heading out the door to the barn.

When Tom walked into the kitchen, he had a big smile on his face.

“He’s going to be all right,” he said.

“Yes he is,” she replied. “He’s going to enjoy working for Mr. Clark.”

“Otis is a good man,” he told her.

“Yes he is,” she said, “and so is Sarah, his wife.”

“Where’s Jarrod?” he asked.

“In the barn doing his chores,” she answered.

“Good,” he said heading back to the living room.

That evening after dinner, Jarrod was sitting in the floor reading. He kept dropping his book as his eyes kept trying to close.

“Honey,” Victoria said to him, “you better get ready for bed.”

“All right,” he replied. “I am tired.”

He stood up heading for his room. Once changed into his nightshirt, he walked back downstairs to tell his parents goodnight.

“I just wanted to say goodnight,” he said as he walked in.

“Goodnight honey,” she replied kissing him. “You sleep well.”

“We’ll see you in the morning,” he told his son.

Jarrod went to his room and laid down.

Chapter Sixteen

“No!” Jarrod screamed out at two in the morning. “Please don’t hurt me! I didn’t mean to do it!”

Tom heard his oldest son’s cries. He quickly went to Jarrod’s room. The minute he walked inside, he could tell that Jarrod was having a nightmare. As he neared the bed where he could see his son, he could tell that Jarrod was sweating profusely as he dreamed.

“No!” he screamed again.

Tom sat down on the side of the bed and shook Jarrod’s shoulders trying to wake him up.

“Jarrod,” he said, “wake up son. Come on.”

Jarrod fought trying to open his eyes. Finally, he did seeing his father.

“You were having a nightmare,” Tom said.

“I know,” he replied still breathing heavy. “I was dreaming about being put in prison. I saw the man that kidnapped me when I was young. He was laughing at me as I was brought in. He said that he was going to get even with me for sending him to prison.”

“Son,” Tom told him, “it was just a dream.”

“It seemed so real father,” he said still shaken. “I was actually there.”

“You’re safe in your own room,” Tom replied. “Look around you.”

Jarrod looked around the room realizing that he was in his own room. He visibly relaxed. Tom put his arm around his son.

“You think you can go back to sleep?” he asked.

“I can try,” Jarrod answered. “Although I’m still scared.”

“You want me to stay until you fall asleep?” he asked.

“Yeah,” Jarrod answered. “Would you mind?”

“No,” he said smiling. “You lay back and I’ll cover you.”

Jarrod laid back down and slowly his eyes closed. Tom stayed in the room with him the rest of the night. He was worried that if he left Jarrod would have another nightmare. Jarrod slept the rest of the night. When he opened his eyes that next morning, he was surprised to see his father sitting in a chair.

“You stayed all night?” he asked as he got up.

“Yes,” Tom answered smiling. “I was worried about you and didn’t think you should be left alone.”

“Thanks father,” he said smiling. “You’re the best.”

“You’re welcome,” Tom replied heading out. “I’ll see you at breakfast.”

“OK,” he told him changing into his clothes.

When Tom walked back into their room, Victoria was waiting for him.

“What happened?” she asked concerned. “You got up sometime in the night and disappeared.”

“Jarrod had a nightmare this morning,” he answered. “I heard him scream out. I stayed with him the rest of the night.”

“What kind of nightmare?” she asked.

“He was dreaming about Dace Jones, the man who kidnapped him,” he answered. “He said that he was being taken to a cell and Jones saw him laughing at him, vowing to get even for Jarrod putting him in prison in the first place.”

“What brought that on?” she asked.

“I’m not sure,” he answered. “It must have been the robbery and the possibility of going to jail that brought back those memories.”

“Could be but is he all right?” she asked.

“He slept the rest of the night,” he answered. “He’s fine this morning.”

“Just the same we’ll keep an eye on him for the next several nights to see if he has any more nightmares and if he does, we’ll tell Dr. Merrar,” she said.

“I agree,” he replied. “You should have seen him. He was sweating profusely as he dreamed. That dream scared him to death.”

“Is he all right to go to school?” she asked.

“Ask him yourself,” he answered. “He should be in the dining room by now.”

Victoria slowly walked downstairs while Tom dressed. As she walked into the dining room, Jarrod was sitting, eating his breakfast. He smiled when he saw her.

“Morning mother,” he said.

“Honey,” she replied sitting down beside of him. “Your father told me that you had a nightmare last night.”

“I did,” he told her. “It was terrible.”

“He told me what it was about,” she said. “What prompted you to dream about Dace Jones after all these years?”

“I’m not sure,” he replied. “Maybe it was all this about the robbery at the bank or just the fact that I got myself into trouble. I really don’t know.”

“Are you sure you’re all right?” she asked.

“I’m sure,” he answered. “I better get a move on or I’ll be late to school.”

“If you have any problems today related to your dream,” she said, “you let your father or me know.”

“I will,” he said, “and thanks.”

“That’s what mothers are for,” she replied hugging him as he left.

Tom met Jarrod when he came out of his room.

“Father,” Jarrod said stopping, “I wanted to thank you again for helping me last night with my nightmare. As I told mother, I’m not sure why I dreamed about Dace Jones.”

“It was probably because of all the things that’s been going on,” Tom replied smiling. “You better hurry.”

“I’m on my way,” he told him as he hurried down the hall.

Chapter Seventeen

Jarrod was a few minutes late getting to school.

“I’m sorry Mrs. Moore,” he said as he walked in. “I got a late start. It won’t happen again.”

“See that it doesn’t,” she replied as he sat down.

During his lunch recess, Jarrod ate by himself. Nick finally came over and sat down.

“How come you’re eating alone?” he asked.

“I just wanted to,” Jarrod answered.

“You have a fight with Matt and Frank?” he asked.

“No,” Jarrod answered. “They’re eating with Ben Miller.”

“Who’s he?” he asked.

“A new boy that moved into the valley,” Jarrod answered. “They seem fascinated that he has been to different places.”

“Are you all right?” he asked.

“Yeah,” Jarrod answered. “I’m fine. Why don’t you eat with your friends?”

“I’m eating with my best friend,” Nick said smiling. “My brother.”

“Thanks Nick,” he replied also smiling. “I hope I don’t have that nightmare again.”

“What nightmare?” Nick asked.

“I dreamed last night that as the guard led me down the row of cells in prison,” he answered, “I saw the man that kidnapped me when I was seven. He laughed at me telling me that he would get even with me for putting him in jail. I was breathing so hard.”

“I would have been upset too,” Nick said.

“The dream seemed so real,” he replied. “I was really walking down the rows of cells. I must have called out for father came into my room waking me up. He stayed the rest of the night.”

“Did it help?” Nick asked.

“Yeah,” he answered. “I didn’t dream any more.”

“It’s about time to go inside,” Nick said rising.

“Yeah,” Jarrod replied also standing up.

The two brothers walked back into the schoolhouse. That afternoon after school let out, Jarrod went to the bank. When he walked inside, Otis met him at the door.

“Jarrod,” he asked, “will you take these papers out to Charles Davis? I need him to read them and then sign them. And bring them back as quickly as possible.”

“Yes sir,” Jarrod answered walking out the door to his horse.

As Jarrod rode to Charles Davis’ (who lived near the Emery Davis home and in fact was Emery Davis’ brother), he began to think about the mess he had gotten into with Tim Simpson.

“How could I have been so stupid?” he asked out loud. “I should have never listened to Tim and I wouldn’t be in this predicament now.”

He didn’t see the man following him. After he was well away from Stockton, the man made his identity known.

“Hello Jarrod,” he said as he rode up to Jarrod.

“Hi,” Jarrod replied but he had no idea who the man was. “How do you know my name?”

“I know a lot about you,” he told him. “My name is Phillip Simpson. Tim was my son.”

Jarrod stopped so quickly he was nearly thrown off his horse.

“What do you want?” Jarrod asked.

“I want to talk to you about Tim,” he answered.

“What about him?” Jarrod asked very leery of the man.

“I wanted to know how a good boy like Tim ends up dead over the likes of you,” he answered. “Tim was a good boy. He never got into any trouble. And then you get him to rob the Stockton bank and then your father shoots him in the back.”

“Wait a minute,” Jarrod said. “Number one I didn’t make Tim rob the bank. He made me do it by threatening my family. Second, he was trying to kill me when father shot him.”

“You expect me to believe that,” he replied. “You turned him into a thief. And I want to know why.”

“Listen,” Jarrod told him beginning to get angry, “I didn’t do anything to him. It was his idea. He was the ringleader of that band of boys that terrorized the towns people.”

“You’re lying,” he said backhanding Jarrod across the face.

The momentum of the slap knocked Jarrod off his horse. When he got to his feet, he saw a pistol aimed at his chest.

“You kill me and you’ll hang for murder,” he said without thinking. “I didn’t do anything wrong except get mixed up with a bad group of boys.”

“You killed my son,” Simpson replied cocking the gun.

Jarrod realized that he indeed meant to shoot him. He again tried to reason with the man.

“Sir,” he said slowly, “I’m sorry about your son. But I’m paying for my part in the robbery. I’m working for the bank for six months. I didn’t have anything to do with your son getting killed except that my father was trying to save my life.”

“You are running out of time boy,” Simpson replied. “I just wanted you to know who it was that put a bullet in you.”

With that said, he slowly pulled the trigger. Jarrod saw the flash and felt something hit him in the chest. He fell backwards to the ground. Simpson stood over him looking down.

“Please mister,” Jarrod said even though his chest was on fire. “Help me.”

“No boy,” Simpson replied cocking the gun again. “I’m going to finish it now.”

About that time another shot rang out.

Chapter Eighteen

Jarrod watched as Simpson fell to the ground. He then saw his savior, Otis Clark walk up. Otis knelt beside Simpson to see if he were still alive.

“Is he dead?” Jarrod asked.

“Unfortunately,” he answered moving over to see to Jarrod. “Your wound is not too bad. You’re lucky young man.”

“My chest hurts,” Jarrod said gritting his teeth.

“The bullet hit a rib bone but didn’t do too much damage,” he replied putting his bandana on the wound. Do you think you can stand?”

“I don’t know,” Jarrod told him trying to sit up.

With Otis’ help, Jarrod stood up and walked to the horses. Otis got him up on his horse and climbed up behind him. Jarrod was still bleeding and was now on the verge of passing out.

“Mr. Clark,” he asked weakly, “why are you here?”

“As you rode out of town,” Otis answered spurring the horse toward town, “I saw him follow you. I realized who he was and figured your life was in danger. So I followed you. I tried to stay far enough back that he wouldn’t see me. That’s what delayed me from stopping him from firing the first shot.”

“I don’t know how to thank you sir,” he said trying to stay awake.

“You just take it easy until we get back to town,” Otis replied.

As they rode, Otis tried to keep pressure applied to Jarrod’s wound. The boy finally passed out and Otis knew the time was short. Even though the wound was not life threatening, Jarrod was losing blood and that would eventually kill him. He spurred the horse and they finally rode up in front of the doctors’. Otis eased Jarrod off into his arms, carrying him inside. When Dr. Merrar saw who it was, he motioned Otis to lay Jarrod on the examination table.

“I’m going to tell his parents,” Otis said heading out the door. “Do everything you can for him.”

“Right,” the doctor replied getting to work.

Otis rode out to the Barkley Ranch and knocked on the door. Silas opened the door.

“Yes sir?” he asked.

“I need to see Tom,” Otis answered.

Silas led him into the study where Tom was working at the desk. Tom rose holding out his hand to Otis.

“Otis,” he said, “this is a pleasure. What brings you out here? Jarrod should be at the bank by now.”

“He’s at Doc Merrar’s,” Otis replied. “I sent him on an errand and then noticed that Phillip Simpson, the father of the boy you shot, followed him. I followed them and before I was able to kill Simpson, he shot Jarrod in the chest. He’s all right. Just lost blood.”

“What!” Tom told him loudly.

At Tom’s shout, Victoria flew into the room.

“Victoria,” he said, “find Nick. We need to go to Doc Merrar’s.”

“Why Tom?” she asked fearing the worst.

“Jarrod’s been shot,” he answered.

“He’s not too bad,” Otis said. “I was able to kill Simpson before he shot Jarrod again.”

“Let me get my shawl and Nick,” she replied.

“I don’t know how to thank you Otis,” Tom told him. “But I owe you a great deal for saving my son.”

“I’m growing fond of that boy Tom,” Otis said smiling. “He’s a hard worker and a good boy.”

“We’ll follow you to town,” Tom replied.

Tom, Victoria and Nick climbed into the buggy.

“Tom,” she asked while they were riding to Stockton, “who shot Jarrod?”

“Tim Simpson’s father,” he answered. “Otis said he was getting even for the death of his son. I’m glad Otis followed them.”

“So am I,” she said. “But what about Jarrod?”

“Otis said the wound wasn’t too bad,” he replied. “But he’s lost blood and that’s what has me worried.”

“I’m very worried Tom,” she told him.

They arrived in town a short time later. As they walked into the doctor’s, he came out of the back.

“How is Jarrod?” Tom asked worry written all over his face.

“He’s going to be fine,” the doctor answered. “He’s lost blood and he’s weak but the bullet didn’t do any major damage. I want to keep him for a couple of days to make sure no infection sets in.”

“Can we see him?” she asked.

“Certainly,” he answered. “I’ve given him something to help him rest. So he may be a little out of it.”

“We understand doc,” Tom said following the doctor to the back room.

When Tom, Victoria and Nick walked into the room, they could tell Jarrod was resting. His eyes were closed and his chest was bandaged. When they neared the bed, his eyes opened.

“Father,” he said very weakly, “mother. I’m all right.”

“We know you’re going to be,” his father replied sitting down in the chair by the bed. “Are you in much pain?”

“No,” he told them. “I’m just tired.”

“Rest honey,” she said holding his hand. “We’ll talk later.”

Jarrod barely nodded before his eyes closed. Tom, Victoria and Nick stayed there with him.

Chapter Nineteen

Jarrod slept the rest of the day. He finally came to at midnight. He looked around the room before he saw his parents.

“How do you feel?” Tom asked.

“Tired and weak,” he answered trying to stay awake.

The doctor walked in. He checked the wound then bandaged it again. He also gave Jarrod some more medicine. Within a few minutes, he was out again.

“Everything will be all right,” he said. “I know he’s in pain and discomfort as he deals with the fact that he was shot. But he will get better.”

“Thanks doc,” Tom replied. “How long will he be laid up?”

“Probably at least a week before he can go back to school,” the doctor told him. “I’ll have to see how he gets along before I can say for sure.”

“All right,” Tom said looking back at his son.

Tom leaned back in the chair. He was exhausted but he didn’t want to leave Jarrod. Victoria noticed how tired he was.

“Tom,” she said, “why don’t you go to the hotel and get some rest. I’ll stay with Jarrod.”

“No,” he replied. “I’ll be fine. I want to be here in case anything happens.”

“I know what you mean,” she told him. “He’s been through so much already.”

“That he has,” he said. “But he’s going to be fine. Did I tell you that Otis told me that Jarrod is a hard worker? And that he is very fond of him.”

“No,” she replied. “I’m glad. He has a way with people. I hope whatever he decides to do when he is grown, he can deal with people.”

“George Tyrone, the lawyer,” he told her, “told me that Jarrod was a prime candidate for a law career.”

“Law?” she asked. “I hadn’t considered that field.”

“Neither had I,” he answered. “But the more I think about it, the more it makes sense. Jarrod has a gift. He can reason anything out or try to reason with anyone. That would be a great asset in law. Can you imagine? Our son a lawyer. And he could help Nick out with the legal part of the ranch.”

“You have a point,” she said smiling. “But it will be his decision to make. You remember Tom, you said that you were not going to tell your boys what they should do when they are grown.”

“I did didn’t I,” he replied also smiling. “I’m not going to tell them. But we already know what Nick’s going to do.”

“We’ll just wait for Jarrod to make up his mind,” she told him.

“We will,” he said.

Chapter Twenty

The next morning, Jarrod woke up again. He was still in some pain but he smiled at his parents.

“Father,” he said, “mother, “I’m sorry about getting shot. I tried to talk to Mr. Simpson but he blamed me for getting Tim involved with those boys and robbing the bank. He just wouldn’t listen.”

“It’s all right son,” Tom replied. “I’ve known Phillip Simpson for the last fifteen years. When it came to his son, he was convinced that Tim was the best and nicest boy in town. No other boy was as good as his son.”

“Father,” Jarrod told him, “he kept blaming me. I tried to tell him...”

“That’s behind us now son,” Tom said. “I want you to concentrate on getting better.”

“I’ll try,” he replied moving slightly and then crying out. “Owe that hurt.”

Tom thought he noticed some blood on the bandage so he left the room.

“Where’s father going?” Jarrod asked after Tom left.

“He’s going to get some fresh air,” she answered.

Again, Jarrod grimaced as he moved slightly. Outside Jarrod’s room, Tom had stopped Dr. Merrar.

“Doc,” he said, “Jarrod’s bleeding. I can see the blood through his bandage.”

“I’ll check it right now,” the doctor replied walking into the room.

He went to the bed and also saw the blood.

“Jarrod,” he asked, “have you been moving any?”

“Yes sir,” Jarrod answered. “I was trying to get comfortable.”

“Your wound has opened up again,” the doctor said removing the bandage. “I’m going to have to ask that you lay still until the wound can heal. If you don’t, you can have severe problems.”

“Like?” Jarrod asked.

“Infection for one thing,” the doctor answered. “Bleeding to death for another.”

“I see your point,” Jarrod said. “Can you fix it?”

“Yes,” he replied. “But you are going to have to stay still.”

“I’ll try,” Jarrod told him.

The doctor bandaged the wound again and gave Jarrod something for the pain. He drifted off again.

“Tom,” the doctor said, “don’t let him move any. That wound has got to heal.”

“I’ll do my best doc,” Tom replied.

“Good,” the doctor told him and left the room.

Chapter Twenty-one

Over the next few days, Jarrod slowly improved. He was getting very tired of the bed and wanted to get up. But the doctor was still worried that the wound wasn’t healing as fast as he thought it should.

“Jarrod,” he said when the boy wanted to get up, “you need to give it a few more days. I’m not sure why but it isn’t healing like I had hoped and if you start moving around you could cause it to bleed again.”

“Why isn’t it getting better?” Jarrod asked. “Is there something wrong that you’re not telling me?”

“No son,” the doctor answered. “Different wounds take different times to heal. Yours is just going slowly.”

“Are you sure there’s nothing wrong?” he asked.

“I’m positive,” the doctor answered.

But Jarrod still had a feeling that the doctor wasn’t telling him everything. He looked up at the ceiling and wondered if he would ever get out of this bed.

“Son,” Tom asked, “what’s bothering you?”

“How do you know something’s bothering me?” Jarrod wanted to know. “I haven’t said anything.”

“You don’t have to,” he answered. “I’ve known you all your life and I know when something is on your mind. Now what is it?”

“All right,” Jarrod said. “I don’t think the doctor is being completely honest with me about my wound. I think there is something else wrong.”

“I’ve told you the truth young man,” the doctor replied walking into the room. “You’re going to be fine but it will take a few more days.”

“Are you positive?” Jarrod asked.

“Yes son,” the doctor answered. “I am. Now I want you to rest.”

“I’ve rested for a week,” Jarrod said getting angry. “I want to get up and go on with my school work. I also have to work in the bank. Please.”

“It will have to wait for a few days,” the doctor replied. “Do I have to sedate you to get you to rest?”

“No sir,” he told the doctor. “I’ll rest.”

Jarrod reluctantly closed his eyes.

“Doc,” Tom said looking up, “you can’t blame him. He wants to enjoy life.”

“I know he does,” the doctor replied. “But he is not ready to get up. That wound is really starting to worry me. I’m afraid that infection has set up in it.”

“How do you know?” she asked.

“He’s running a slight fever,” the doctor answered. “And the wound is red around the outside. I’m going to give him something to take care of the infection.”

He was holding a bottle in his hands. He poured a spoonful of the liquid and then spoke to Jarrod.

“Jarrod,” he said holding the spoon close to his mouth, “open your mouth.”

Jarrod finally opened his eyes and then his mouth. He cringed as the bitter liquid slid down his throat.

“What was that for?” he asked.

“To help you get better,” the doctor answered. “Now, I want you to sleep some. And when you wake up, you might get to sit up.”

“All right,” he said smiling as his eyes closed.

Chapter Twenty-two

Finally, after staying at Dr. Merrar’s for almost two weeks, Jarrod was able to go home. He had been sitting up for the last few days but when he tried to walk, he was still quite weak.

“I want you to take it easy for a couple more days before you try going back to school,” the doctor said. “Then no outside roughness for at least another week.”

“Yes sir,” Jarrod replied.

The Barkley family headed to the buggy. Tom had to help Jarrod in and they headed for the ranch. On the trip back, Jarrod was very quiet. Tom looked over at him.

“You’re so quiet,” he said. “Anything wrong?”

“No sir,” Jarrod replied looking away. “I was just thinking. In the course of a month, I have caused the death of two people.”

“You’re not to blame for the Simpsons,” he told his son. “There were just too many variables going on.”

“I’m not sure what you mean,” Jarrod said looking at his father. “But I don’t deserve to live father. Two people are dead because of me.”

“Honey,” she replied, “Tim Simpson tried to kill you and so did his father. Your father and Mr. Clark had no other choice but to shoot.”

“Mother,” Jarrod told her, “I am guilty of causing the death of two people. How am I going to live with that for the rest of my life?”

Tom realized that Jarrod meant every word. He looked at Victoria.

Son,” he said very slowly, “you need to concentrate on getting back to your studies. I’m going to send a note with Nick so he can bring your work home. I don’t want another word said about the Simpsons, is that understood?”

“Yes sir,” Jarrod replied. “It is.”

When they pulled up in front of the house, Tom helped Jarrod climb down and then watched his oldest son walk into the house. He knew that Jarrod had a lot running through his mind.

“Tom,” she asked as she climbed down, “what are we going to do? He blames himself.”

“He always has,” he answered. “When anything has happened Jarrod is the first one to take the blame. Let’s let him rest for awhile and then I think I’ll talk to him.”

“All right,” she said walking into the house.

Tom and Nick took care of the buggy and the horse. Jarrod walked up to his room, lying down on his bed. He stared up at the ceiling. He thought back to the day Tim Simpson died. True, his father had saved his life but to take another life didn’t set well with Jarrod. And then Otis Clark had shot and killed Tim’s father. Jarrod began to cry as he thought about Mrs. Simpson losing both her husband and son in a short period of time. After an hour, Jarrod finally closed his eyes and slept.

Tom walked upstairs after he and Nick came inside. He went to Jarrod’s room. When he opened the door, he saw Jarrod on the bed.

“Son,” he asked, “are you awake?”

“Yes,” Jarrod answered wiping his eyes.

Tom sat down on the side of the bed.

“I wanted to talk to you,” he said. “I didn’t want to kill that boy. And I’m sure Otis didn’t want to kill his father. But during that spilt second, we both had to make a decision. I also didn’t want to loose my son. Do you see what I mean?”

“Yes,” Jarrod replied. “I guess I had never thought about in that way. You had to make a decision and you made it. I’m alive because of it. Would you do it again?”

“Without hesitation,” he told his son.

“I understand now father,” Jarrod said.

“I’m glad,” he replied leaving the room.

Chapter Twenty-three

Over the next week, Jarrod healed nicely from the gunshot wound, but he was still troubled over the two deaths. No matter how much Tom talked to him about it, Jarrod still blamed himself. He stopped talking to Nick and his parents were very worried. Although Jarrod kept his schoolwork up, he was no longer happy. He just sat in his room all the time when he wasn’t at school or working at the bank. Otis Clark noticed the change in Jarrod and spoke to him about it.

“Jarrod,” he asked when the two of them were sitting in Otis’ office, “what’s wrong?”

“Nothing sir,” Jarrod answered but Otis could tell he was lying.

“You are not yourself,” he said. “Is there something wrong?”

“Mr. Clark,” Jarrod replied looking up, “I caused the deaths of two people. I don’t deserve to live.”

“Number one Jarrod,” he told him, “you did not cause either one of the Simpsons to die. They brought it on themselves. They came after you. They wanted to kill you.”

“But...” Jarrod said.

“You are a smart young man,” he replied. “You will be an asset to Stockton when you are grown. Someday, you might even be the attorney general. Do you want to throw all that away?”

“No sir,” Jarrod told him. “You really think I can help Stockton.”

“Yes I do,” he said smiling. “Jarrod, you are an asset to this bank. You picked up the business side very easily.”

“I do enjoy the financial part of the bank as well as the ranch,” Jarrod replied. “I want to be able to help father and Nick with the ranch.”

“You will,” he told the boy. “I think you’re going to be a famous man.”

“Really?” Jarrod asked. “My father used to tell me that when I was a boy. And my grandfather told me that I had a destiny to fulfill.”

“Do you think they would be proud of you if you just gave up on life and let it pass you by?” he asked.

“No sir,” Jarrod answered. “They wouldn’t.”

“Then why don’t we get to work,” he said.

“Yes sir,” Jarrod replied smiling for the first time in weeks.

From that time on, Jarrod was a different boy. He worked hard in school and at the bank.

Chapter Twenty-five

The six-month period was almost over and Jarrod had proved himself to be a very hard worker. He didn’t want to leave Mr. Clark but he realized that he had to so on his last day at the bank, he spoke to Otis.

“Mr. Clark,” he said as he stood in front of Otis’ desk, “I want to thank you for all the help you’ve given to me during this last six months. You are a wonderful teacher and I have learned so much from you.”

“You’re welcome Jarrod,” Otis replied. “You have proved yourself to me and to the bank. I hope you continue to strive to become whatever you want to. You have a wonderful gift in reason. Use it. It will take you anywhere you want to go.”

“I will sir,” he told him shaking his hand. “I will always remember.”

Jarrod left the bank heading for home. When he walked in the front door, he was surprised by the fact that Frank, Matt, his father, mother and brother were standing in the living room with a sign that said ‘YOU DID IT.’

“I don’t know what to say,” he said.

“Son,” Tom replied, “we wanted to celebrate what has been the most rewarding six months in your life. You have learned from your mistake and taken the punishment turning it into a learning experience. You are now free of any responsibility to anyone.”

“That’s right honey,” his mother told him. “You have showed us just what a Barkley is.”

“Yeah,” Nick said smiling. “And I’m proud to be your brother.”

“The same goes for Matt and me,” Frank replied.

“I have learned a great deal and have tried to put what I learned to use,” Jarrod told them. “So I want to tell you all thank you for being there when I needed you and helping me.”

And so Jarrod Barkley had earned not only his family’s respect but also an entire town’s.

THE END