Years

Chapters 1-11

by NAHF

Disclaimer: The characters and situations of the TV program "Big Valley" are the creations of Four Star/Republic Pictures and have been used without permission. No copyright infringement is intended by the author. The ideas expressed in this story are copyrighted to the author.

Chapter 1

Boy howdy was he thirsty. He’d been on the trail for three weeks, and the summer sun was beating down on him unmercifully. He’d stopped several miles out of town to water the horses and refill his canteen, but all he could think about was getting into Stockton and having a cold beer at Harry’s. Then perhaps he’d check in with Jarrod before heading back to the ranch.

Nick was going to be so pleased with the purchases Heath had made. The horse auction was a success and Heath was now traveling back with two fine pieces of horse flesh. Just about the best Heath had seen that had been bred. There was a herd of wild horses running on Barkley property, and most of their stock came from there. But they had discussed finding other avenues of getting horses for breeding and leaving the wild horses to be trained for the army.

Heath loved ranching. Even the "dirty work". The cattle on the Barkley Ranch were the best in the state, at least in Heath’s thinking. Nick had done an excellent job with buying good stock. But horses were what Heath really enjoyed. Especially the training. Working with a horse, one on one, gave Heath a sense of peace and contentment. Helping an animal to go from being wild and untamed to docile and doing it in a gentle way brought Heath great satisfaction.

The words wild and untamed brought forth images in Heath’s mind and he smiled. Nick was recently married which was why he’d not gone to the auction with Heath. The night before Nick and Abby’s wedding, the brothers had gone into town to celebrate. Before they all got roaring drunk, Heath remembered a toast Jarrod had made.

"May you be able to teach your new bride to become wild and untamed...behind closed doors of course!"

They’d all gotten a good laugh out of that one, yet all had gotten his meaning. Abby was as sweet as they came, and Heath had no doubt Nick could bring out the wild side of her.

Heath grimaced. Perhaps this way of thinking was not so good. Images were being brought forth in his mind that he didn’t particularly want at this moment. Thankfully, he was now in Stockton and could get that cold beer. He definitely needed it now.

After making sure the horses were secure, Heath walked into the saloon, noting it wasn’t very busy. The ever present Harry met him at the bar and without even asking, put a cold beer in front of Heath. He drank it down then asked for another. Thanking the bartender, Heath placed the money he owed in front of him while Harry poured him one more for the road.

"How’d the auction go?" Harry asked.

"Good. But it’s good to be home. Anything new going on around here?"

"Paulson’s old place was sold finally."

Jeb Paulson was a neighbor of the Barkley’s and had suffered a stroke the year before. His family put the fairly good sized ranch up for sale but no one seemed interested.

"Oh? Do you know who bought it?" Heath asked.

"Older man. Sommers. Joe I think someone called him. Jarrod’s the one handling the sale so you could ask him. Got a daughter. Right pretty too," Harry said, giving Heath a wink. Heath knew that if you wanted to know any gossip in Stockton, Harry was the man to see.

"Thanks, Harry," Heath said dryly.

Finishing his drink, Heath headed out to find Jarrod. He was almost to his office when he spotted his oldest brother walking down the sidewalk with another gentleman. The man was the same height as Jarrod with salt and pepper hair. Jarrod spotted Heath and motioned for him to join them.

"Jonathon Sommers, I’d like you to meet my brother, Heath Barkley."

"A pleasure!" was the greeting Heath received as Sommers shook Heath’s hand. The man was in his 50's, but his eyes showed signs of youthfulness that belied his age. From what Heath could tell, the other man was in top physical form.

"Likewise, Mr. Sommers," Heath replied.

"Oh, call me Jonathon. We’re neighbors now." Heath smiled, taking a liking to this man immediately.

"Jonathon it is then."

"Heath is the one who did most of the wood work in the ranch house," Jarrod mentioned.

"You have a good hand, Heath. I’d like to talk to you about doing some more work for me if you could spare the time."

"I’d be happy to help ya," Heath agreed.

"That’s great. But I don’t want to take you away from your work," Jonathon said.

"Not a problem. I can spare the time, I’m sure."

"Great," Jonathon said, looking back over his shoulder. To Jarrod he said, "I wonder where the girls are?"

"Knowing Audra, she’s buying up half the store. They’ll be along soon. You should stop by and see her before you head home, Heath," Jarrod suggested. "We’re going up to sign the last of the papers. I’ll see you at home tonight, Heath," Jarrod said, escorting Jonathon into his office.

Holding onto the horses’ reins, Heath led them down the street, past Millie’s Dress Shop. Just as he finished tying them to the post, the door opened and a lady stepped through with boxes piled high. Heath could hear her speaking.

"Audra, we don’t have to make this all in one trip. I can get my buggy and bring it around."

"No, I’d rather take it all now."

Just as Audra finished talking, the first woman tripped and would have landed in the dust if not for Heath’s quick reflexes. He caught the young woman by her waist, easily steadying her to her feet.

"Oh no!" she cried out. "I hope I haven’t ruined anything, Audra!"

Heath stared at the young woman, hardly able to believe what he was seeing. The woman in his arms had to be the prettiest girl he’d ever seen. Dark brown hair was piled on top of her head, little ringlets falling down around her neck. She stared down at the boxes that had fallen at her feet, clearly upset with herself for being so clumsy. Heath stood mesmerized as brown eyes met his. She smiled, her full pink lips parting to show an even row of white teeth.

"I’m sorry. I didn’t thank you for helping me."

"Heath!" Audra cried out in a glad little cry.

Heath went forward to help his sister, reluctant to let go of the beauty he still held in his arms.

"Audra. Your friend was right, you didn’t need to get all these things at once," he said gently. He placed a kiss on her cheek before taking a few of the boxes from her. He turned to watch as Audra and her friend picked up the remaining boxes, equally distributing the load between them, making it more manageable.

"I don’t think anything was damaged, Ella," Audra said as she examined the boxes in her hands.

"I hope not," Ella replied.

"Oh Heath, this is Ella Sommers. Ella, this is my brother, Heath."

"A pleasure," Ella said, her smile once again capturing Heath’s attention.

"Where’s your carriage?" Audra asked, before Heath could reply.

"Just over here."

They deposited the packages with Heath’s help and made sure they were secure.

"Now," Audra said. "We need to go to Bandy’s and pick up the linens Mother asked for. Then I think we’ll be free to go home."

"Are those your horses?" Ella asked. It took Heath a moment to realize she was speaking to him.

"Oh, uh...yes."

"Heath is just returning from an auction. He’s been gone for a few weeks. It’s so good to have you back!" Audra enthused.

"May I take a look at them? I just love horses!" Ella asked, her wide brown eyes sparkling.

"Of course," he replied, though he cautioned, "They’re a little skittish. A storm is coming up so be careful."

Ella graced him with a smile before heading over to the horses. She spoke softly to the brown mare who was nuzzling her hand for a carrot or some sugar. Ella laughed, causing Heath to smile as he watched her.

"She’s beautiful. Will you be using her for breeding?"

Before Heath could answer, thunder was heard in the distance. The mare whinnied nervously and tossed her head.

"We’d better head back to your place, Ella. We don’t want to get caught in that storm," Audra said to her new friend.

"I agree," she said then turned to Heath. "You’ll let me know when she has her first foal? I’d love to see it. She’s going to be a wonderful brood mare."

With that, the little whirlwind stepped past him, leaving Heath with a huge grin on his face. He gathered the horses reins and headed toward the ranch. He followed behind his sister and Ella for a good bit of the way until they turned off toward the Old Paulson place, which would now be considered the Sommers’ place. The girls waved to him as he rode passed and he tipped his hat, making a mental note to visit his newest neighbors soon.

Heath entered the yard of the ranch and noticed the increased activity. One of the hands, Matt, took the reins of the horses from Heath while explaining, "Lightening struck up on the North ridge. A small brush fire has started. Nick and some of the other hands have gone up to help stop it."

"Take these horses to the barn and bed ‘em down. I’m going up to help Nick and the others. Once you get that done, you and the others join us up there."

"Yes sir!" the young man said, hurrying off to do Heath’s bidding.

Once Heath reached the North Ridge, he could see the fire was raging out of control. Nick and the hands were frantically digging a firebreak in an effort to quell the blaze. It was hoped the rain would start soon to help, but it looked like the storm might pass over without a drop to fall on them.

Some of the men were carting large buckets of water from the stream down the hill, but it was exhausting work and the horses were skittish from the smell of the smoke. Nick and Heath yelled orders to the men which were carried out without question. It looked like things were going their way until one of the horses decided to bolt. Nick reached to grab the reins of the horse but the animal was too frightened to stop. Nick cried out with pain as his shoulder was pulled from it’s socket. He let go of the reins, allowing the frightened animal to run off.

"Nick!" Heath yelled.

"I’m fine," Nick gritted through clenched teeth. In reality he wasn’t, but they had to keep the fire from spreading. "Get back to getting that fire stopped. We’ll worry about this later."

"I’ve gotta pop it back into place, Nick," Heath said, his tone not holding for any argument. Nick nodded and braced himself for what was about to be a most painful moment.

"Hold him down," Heath instructed one of the other hands and together, they managed to put his shoulder back in place. Nick’s features paled considerably, but he didn’t pass out.

"Pete’s gonna take you back to the ranch. The rest of us will stay here and get the fire out."

"No, I should stay," Nick argued, though his protest was weak.

"And what happens if the fire shifts? You could be caught in it. We’re wasting time, Nick. Do as I say!"

Nick’s anger flared for a moment, but he knew Heath was right. He nodded and allowed Peter to help him mount his horse. Heath watched for just a moment to make sure Nick and Peter would be okay, then he turned to the other men, barking orders.

It was after midnight before Heath made it home. Finally the rain began, but not before they were given another scare. The winds did shift, and the fire stared toward the Sommers place. Heath and the other men worked frantically and if not for the intervention of the Almighty in allowing the rain to pour down on them, the Sommers might now be homeless.

Soot covered and exhausted, Heath entered the house. Jarrod was waiting for him in the parlor.

"How’s Nick?" Heath asked, accepting a drink from Jarrod.

"He’ll be out of commission for a few days, but the doc says he’ll be fine."

"Good. I’d love to stay and chat, but I’m exhausted. Think I’ll get a bath and head on up to bed. Audra make it home okay?" Heath asked.

"Oh yes. Well before the rain started. Mother saved some dinner for you in the warmer," Jarrod said.

"Thanks, but right now I want to sleep more than anything. Night, Jarrod."

"Night, Heath."

Chapter 2

Nick was not happy with being told he’d have to stay in bed for at least a few days until his new wife reminded him how nice it would be to spend more time together, especially since they would be busy soon with round up and the cattle drive. Heath couldn’t help but laugh as Abby sweet-talked Nick into peacefully accepting his fate.

"Should’ve had her around a long time ago. Would have saved us a lot of grief," Jarrod commented to the rest of the family.

Heath was busy with managing the ranch. Nick was eager for a full report each night, and Heath was only to happy to oblige. Nick didn’t question Heath’s decisions, having learned since his brother had come to live with them that Heath had a good head on his shoulders. Sure, he made mistakes, but they were rare, and Nick trusted Heath.

Heath had all but forgotten about their new neighbors for the next few weeks until he was out checking fence posts early one morning. He looked up to see someone riding in the valley below and it took him a few minutes to figure out who it was. He smiled as he watched Ella Sommers and her horse glide across the way. Her long dark hair left a trail behind her, and he swore he could hear her laughing. Since Nick was up and about more, Heath decided perhaps it would be a good time to visit the new neighbors. Jonathon had seen Heath in town the day before and asked him to come by one day that week to talk about finishing the cabinets in the kitchen. Jeb, the previous owner, had hired Heath to help him replace the cabinets. The old ones had seen better days. Heath helped until Jeb had his stroke. He offered to come in and finish but Jeb’s wife asked him to wait, hoping Jeb would get better. It had been important for Jeb to be a part of the remodeling. When it became apparent Jeb would never get better, the spread was put up for sale.

Heath had decided to ride over to talk to Jonathon and maybe he would be lucky enough to see Ella. He tied Charger to the hitching post and walked up to the front door. He knocked and waited. The door opened and an older woman stood before him.

"Hello, my name’s Heath Barkley and I’m here to see Mr. Sommers," he stated.

"Mr. Sommers isn’t here. He’s in town. You can come back later," the small woman said gruffly, closing the door.

"Wilma? Who is it?" came a voice from behind her. Ella appeared and smiled at Heath.

"Heath! It’s so good to see you. Please, come in. What brings you over here?"

Heath walked inside, hat in his hand. Ella was dressed simply and her hair was put in a simple pony tail at the base of her neck. She wore an apron that showed her tiny waist.

"Jonathon mentioned something to me about finishing the cabinetry in the kitchen."

"Oh! He said you might come by. Come this way. I’m sorry for the mess. Wilma and I were baking some bread," Ella said as she led Heath into the kitchen. Wilma, apparently the Sommer’s housekeeper, had returned to the kitchen and was busy kneading the dough. She watched Heath warily, making him feel conspicuous.

"Did you do the work?" Ella asked him, bringing his attention back to her. He noticed she had a small smudge of flour on her nose and he longed to reach out and wipe it off. He chanced a look at Wilma who continued to stare at him.

"I helped. Jeb, who lived here before, was good with wood working. His hands were weak though so I helped him with the installing. The wood he was using should still be in the shed out back."

"I’m not sure if it is or not. Wilma, do you know?" Ella asked, turning to the other woman.

"No, but I’m sure Mr. Sommers would know," she said, going back to her kneading.

"Well, he’s not here to ask. I’ll try to remember to ask him tonight. We just pulled a loaf of bread from the oven, would you like some?" Ella asked.

He wanted to say yes, but one glance at Wilma changed his mind.

"Not this time. I should get back," he replied. Ella walked him to the door and wished him a good day. Heath smiled and in one fluid motion, mounted Charger.

* * * * * * * *

It was late, Audra knew it, but she couldn’t bring herself to part from Luke’s presence. They’d been on two dates, and she thought he was wonderful. He was so handsome and had the cutest smile, and he was so very attentive to her on each of their dates. If only she could convince her brothers what a wonderful man he was. At that thought, Audra frowned.

"Hey, what’s that look for? Did I say something wrong?" Luke asked, his deep voice sending shivers up and down Audra’s spine.

"Oh, no. I’m sorry, I guess I was letting my mind wander. What were you saying?" she asked, her big blue eyes searching his.

"Well, what I was saying wasn’t as important as what I was wondering," he said softly. They were standing at the front door of the Barkley home, trying to say goodnight to one another.

"What were you wondering?" Audra asked, smiling.

"I was wondering what it would be like to kiss you..." his voice trailed off as he leaned in for a kiss. Audra’s eyes closed in anticipation. Just as Luke’s lips were about to touch hers, both straightened at the sound of someone clearing their throat.

"Isn’t it a little late, Audra?"

"Nick!" Audra said in surprise. She turned around and saw her older brother standing just outside the veranda doors, arms crossed and legs spread wide. She knew that stance. He was not happy with her. But at the moment she didn’t care. How dare he?!

"He’s right, Audra. I should go. I’ll talk to you later," Luke said, giving her hand a squeeze. He tipped his hat to Nick who continued to scowl at him as he walked away.

Audra walked inside, barely able to keep herself from slamming the door and waking the entire household.

"How dare you Nick Barkley?"

"How dare I what? You should have been home an hour ago!"

"I am a grown woman who can do as she pleases. You had no right to embarrass me that way!"

"I have every right, Audra! You’re my sister, and I’m not going to let you ruin your life with-"

"I wasn’t doing anything, Nick! And I don’t see how I can have the chance to ruin my life because of all of you! I wish you’d all just leave me alone!"

With those words, Audra ran up the stairs. Nick could hear her crying and hoped no one would wake up. He knew he should have waited until she’d come inside before confronting her, but he wasn’t one to be patient. Good thing his shoulder was still bothering him, causing him to need a drink to help ease the pain or no one would have known that Audra was staying out way too late. Jarrod was in San Francisco and Heath was sound asleep. And mother....

"Nick, did you have to interrupt them?"

Nick looked up to see his mother at the top of the landing.

"Sorry, Mother. It’s just...she was coming home too late. She needed a reminder that just because she is a grown woman-"

"Nick! I agree with you that she came home too late. But I was waiting up for her and was going to speak with her about it," Victoria said, cutting him off. Nick could tell she wasn’t happy with him.

"You should get back to bed. Is your shoulder bothering you? Do you need some of the pain medicine Dr. Merar left for you?"

"No...I’ll be fine," Nick replied walking up the stairs. As he reached his mother he stopped and placed a hand on her shoulder.

"Sorry. I’ll try not to interfere next time," he said softly.

"Oh, you’ll interfere alright. I just hope Audra will forgive you. I know we all still think of her as a little girl we need to protect, but she needs to feel like a woman, Nick. And you’re not helping her."

Nick thought on his mother’s words. He knew she was right, but still....

He made his way to his and Abby’s room and gently got into bed. Abby was awake though and snuggled close to him.

"Is everything okay?" she asked sleepily.

"Yeah. But I’ll tell you this, Abby Barkley. You better not give me a passel of girls. I want boys...all boys. I don’t think I can handle girls."

"Alright, Nick. I promise to do my best."

"Good!"

Abby’s breathing evened out, and Nick tried to get comfortable. He looked over at his wife, the moonlight shining on her face. Okay, so maybe girls weren’t so bad. His wife was a girl, wasn’t she? He smiled and then drifted off to sleep.

* * * * * * * *

Three mornings in a row Heath watched as Ella Sommers rode on her big bay. She seemed as though she were one with the animal, her body gliding along with the horse as they rode full gallop. That she was an excellent horsewoman was evident.

Heath wanted so badly to join her, but something always held him back. He enjoyed solitude at times and wondered if she felt the same way. Watching her ride was almost a spiritual experience for him. The look of peace and contentment on her face filled him with such joy.

Ella always seemed to notice him at some point. She would wave and smile, then ride on as though it were the most normal thing in the world for Heath to be watching her. Most young girls Heath knew would have been trying to get his attention by now, but Ella accepted his presence and left it at that.

One morning, Heath sat up on the ridge waiting for Ella to pass by him. The sun grew high in the sky, and it was clear she wouldn’t be coming. It concerned him, because she’d never missed a morning in almost a month. Not seeing Ella had put a damper on his mood. It was amazing to him how much he looked forward to seeing her, when they’d only spoken so briefly. He didn’t know much about her at all, and yet felt he did know her well.

The next morning, Ella was back, and Heath couldn’t resist joining her for the ride. She smiled at him and with an almost imperceptible nod of her head, challenged him and Charger to a race. He agreed, and they were off.

Up the hill and around the tree, Ella stayed in the lead for most of the way. Heath and Charger were definitely being given a run for their money, but in the end, Ella and her bay were not a match for them. Ella conceded defeat gracefully, but Heath could tell she was a bit put out by having lost.

"Your horse is magnificent!" Ella said, swinging down from her horse in one smooth motion. She was dressed in loose fitting black slacks and a cream colored blouse. Her cheeks were tinged pink, and Heath thought she looked beautiful. Her hat had fallen off of her head and hung around her neck.

"Thank you. I have to say yours is too. What’s her name?"

"Carrington."

"It’s good to see you back today," he said as he petted the horse’s mane.

"Back?" Ella asked, as she gave her horse a carrot. She passed one to Heath to give to Charger.

"You missed yesterday."

Ella felt her cheeks heat, and Heath noticed her blush.

"I was...not able to ride yesterday," she said, unable to meet his eyes. Her cheeks burned with embarrassment and Heath wondered why. He couldn’t have known that Ella hadn’t been feeling well the day before. Her womanly time had come and the first day was always difficult for her.

"Oh," was all he said, and tried to think of something else to talk about. "How long have you had Carrington?"

"Almost three years," Ella answered, giving her horse a pat. "A gift from my father."

"Your father has a good eye for horses. She’s one of the best I’ve seen."

"Thank you."

They walked their horses, each feeling comfortable with the silence. Heath remembered the dance that was coming up and almost asked Ella if she would go with him when she began to speak.

"Thanks for the race, Heath. I really must get going. I promised Audra I’d accompany her to the orphanage today. It was nice seeing you again!" And with that she mounted and rode off. Heath was left staring after her, grinning.

Chapter 3

Although everyone seemed cheerful at the dinner table, there was an underlying tension radiating around the room. Audra spoke to Jarrod, Heath, Abby and her mother, but rarely said anything to Nick. It rankled him to be treated so coolly by her, but she never did anything overtly enough to be considered rude. Nick shrugged, figuring she’d eventually get over it. He felt Abby squeeze his leg, and he gave her a wink, watching in delight as her cheeks blushed a soft pink. Then he turned his attention to the conversation between Heath and Audra.

"And have you decided who you are taking to the Spring Dance?" Audra asked, her blue eyes twinkling.

Heath smiled slightly. "Maybe. I do have someone in mind, but haven’t had the chance to ask yet."

"Oh? Who?"

"Now Audra, Heath doesn’t have to tell us if he doesn’t want to," Victoria gently reminded her daughter.

"Who are you going with?" Jarrod asked his sister. Everyone noticed Audra’s blush.

"I’m not sure yet," she replied.

"What? You mean no one’s asked you? Usually you have a string of beaus all lined up!" Nick said, hoping that his joke would ease the tension between them. His hopes were about to be dashed.

"I didn’t say I hadn’t been asked. I said I wasn’t sure yet," Audra said icily. Victoria watched the exchange and knew she would need to speak to her daughter soon about her attitude toward Nick.

"If you’ll all excuse me, I have some things to do," and with that Audra left the room.

Nick shifted uncomfortably, wanting to go after Audra and confront her, but one look at his mother and he knew that was not the thing to do. The meal was finished and everyone else adjourned into the billiard room. By the time Victoria made it up to see Audra, she found her daughter sound asleep.

* * * * * * * *

The afternoon was a warm one and Heath and Nick had just finished eating lunch with Jarrod and were loading supplies from the Feed and Seed store.

"You know, it wouldn’t have killed him to pay," Nick said, griping about the fact Jarrod had left Nick to pay the bill.

"Why should he always pay?" Heath asked, smiling.

"He’s a lawyer! He’s got plenty of money!"

"You’re a rancher. You got plenty of money, too," Heath replied. Nick rolled his eyes.

"Well, I know one thing," Nick said, climbing into the wagon. Heath sat beside him and settled in for the ride to the ranch.

"Only one? Poor Abby, bet she thought she was marrying a smart man."

"Ha!" Nick said loudly. "She knows I’m smart. I talked her into marrying me, didn’t I?"

Heath couldn’t help but laugh. The town was busy, the shops along main street crowded with people.

"So what’s the one thing you know, Nick?" Heath asked as they were passing by Bandy’s.

"Next time, you’re paying!"

Nick expected to get a protest, or at least a laugh from his younger brother, but all he got was silence. He looked over and saw Heath’s attention was on Bandy’s Store. Nick couldn’t see anything out of the ordinary and was about to question Heath when he saw her. He watched Heath’s face light up when the brown haired young woman walked out of the store.

"You needin’ anything from Bandy’s?" Nick asked, a ready smile on his face.

Heath’s face reddened at being caught staring at Ella.

"No," he muttered.

"What’s her name?" Nick asked, chancing a glance at his brother.

"Who?"

"Don’t give me that. Your face was brighter than the sun when she walked out of that store."

Heath sighed.

"Her name’s Ella Sommers."

Nick thought for a moment. That name sounded familiar.

"Any relation to our new neighbors?"

"Daughter."

"Ah."

"Ah, what?"

"Nothing, just ah."

They were on the outskirts of town now, and Heath had begun to relax. He’d wanted nothing more than to go and talk to Ella, but having Nick as an audience wasn’t appealing to him.

"She the one you were telling Audra about?"

Heath sighed but didn’t say anything.

"You asked her yet?" One of Nick Barkley’s traits was persistence. It could be a good thing, but right now Heath wished he let things go.

"Not yet."

Nick sensed Heath wasn’t in the mood to talk about it so he dropped it. He couldn’t help but smile though. He wanted to see Heath happy, as happy as he and Abby were. Jarrod was seeing someone in San Francisco and it looked like there could be a wedding in the near future. And Audra...well, if she’d quit being so flighty she might settle down too. Nick shifted in his seat. He was a bit put out with his sister right now for her attitude toward him. Abby had encouraged him to let it go for now, but it was a struggle for Nick. He wanted to confront a situation and find a solution. Maybe he’d try to talk to Audra again. Surely, she still wasn’t upset about him interrupting her and that Connelly fella. Whenever Nick thought about it, it made him angry all over again.

"Got something you wanna talk about?" Heath asked, noticing Nick’s agitation.

"Nope," Nick answered.

* * * * * * * *

Although Heath did not join Ella any more on her morning rides, he still watched from afar. It was a morning ritual for both, but neither seemed to mind. Heath was late one morning the next week and saw Ella walking Carrington instead of riding. He was concerned something was wrong and decided to make sure she was alright. As he approached she looked up, giving him a small smile and a wave. He noticed the horse was limping slightly.

"Good morning!" she called to him.

"Morning. Something wrong?" Heath asked, dismounting from Charger.

"Carrington threw a shoe. I was walking her to town."

"Why go all the way into town? Can’t your blacksmith care for it?" Most of the larger ranches in the area had their own blacksmith, and the Sommers’ ranch, though not as large as the Barkley spread, was certainly big enough to employ a blacksmith.

"We haven’t had any luck in hiring anyone," Ella explained.

Heath thought for a few moments.

"Let’s tie Carrington up here....I’ll take you home on Charger, and then I’ll come back and have our blacksmith replace the shoe."

"Oh, I hate to bother you...."

"It’s no bother," Heath replied, hoping Ella would accept his offer. He hoped it would give them time to get to know one another.

"Well, if you’re sure..."

Heath smiled, mounted and held out his hand to help Ella up on Charger. She settled in behind him, her hold on his waist light. The touch send shockwaves all through him, and it took every ounce of control he had not to turn around. Ella sensed him tensing up.

"Am I holding on too tight?" she asked.

Heath closed his eyes briefly and cleared his throat.

"Um....no....no. You’re fine," he said, telling himself to breathe.

They rode in silence most of the way, and Heath was finally getting up his nerve to ask Ella to the dance when they arrived at the Sommers’ ranch. Jonathon Sommers was coming out of the house just as Heath was helping Ella down from Charger.

"Ella! Are you hurt?" he asked, quickly coming toward them.

"No. Carrington threw a shoe, and Heath was kind enough to give me a ride home. He offered to take Carrington to the Barkley Ranch and have their blacksmith replace the shoe instead of us taking her into town. Isn’t that great?"

"Thank you, Heath," Jonathon extended his hand, and Heath shook it.

"Not a problem, Jonathon."

"Wilma has breakfast ready for us. Would you care to join us?" Jonathon asked.

"No, but maybe another time," Heath replied, remembering his cool reception from the Sommer’s housekeeper.

"I’ll see you inside," Jonathon said to Ella, and she nodded.

"When should we come by to get Carrington?" Ella asked.

"I can bring her by."

"No. You’ve already wasted enough time today bringing me home. I was planning on dropping by anyway to visit with Audra."

"I’m sure Mick can have her ready by early afternoon."

"Great! Thanks again, Heath," Ella said, turning away.

"It’s now or never," Heath said to himself.

"Ella!" he called out. She turned around and came back toward him, an expectant look on her face.

"I was wondering if you would go with me to the dance on Saturday night."

Ella’s eyes widened.

"The dance?"

"It’s the annual Spring Dance. It’s really a lot of fun. Audra will be there. Surely she’s mentioned it to you."

"Yes...but...I..."

"Should I ask your father?"

"My father?"

"About the dance? I can talk to Jonathon."

Ella’s hand went to her mouth. "Oh Heath," was all she said.

"What is it?" Heath asked, concerned.

"Jonathon isn’t my father."

"Oh," Heath said, still not understanding. "Your uncle then? Or your guardian?"

"Heath, Jonathon is my husband."

Chapter 4

Heath stared at Ella, completely dumbfounded. Never in his life would he have ever guessed she was married. And especially to a man who was old enough to be her father...even her grandfather! Jonathon was easily a man in his fifties. And Ella...

"I apologize. I assumed you were....I mean to say...Your age. I thought you were Audra’s age..." His words sounded silly to him, and he was sure Ella thought so as well.

"Actually, if I’m not mistaken, Audra is two years older than I. I turned nineteen last month."

"But...Jonathon..."

"He’s fifty- four. We’ve been married for three years now."

Heath didn’t know what to say. His feet seemed rooted to the spot. Finally, he realized Jonathon was waiting for his wife...his wife. Heath grew angry, wondering how any decent man could marry one so young. Ella seemed to be more than just some old man’s darling. Maybe...maybe she was waiting for Jonathon to die so she could have all of his money....

No, Heath could tell Ella wasn’t like that. He was a good reader of people, or at least he thought he was.

"Heath?" Ella asked.

"I’m sorry, Mrs. Sommers. I need to be on my way. Have a good day," Heath said as he mounted Charger. He would go back and get Ella’s horse and take her to Mick, then he would make sure he was on the farthest side of the Barkley ranch when Ella came to get her horse.

Ella watched him ride away, her heart heavy. She hadn’t meant to lead Heath on in any way or deceive him. Jarrod and Audra knew Ella was Jonathon’s wife, and she had assumed Heath would know too. She had hated to see him embarrassed and had noticed right away he didn’t call her Ella, but "Mrs. Sommers." She sighed and made her way inside.

* * * * * * * *

Audra and Ella rode in silence on the way to the orphanage. Ella had begun accompanying Audra just after moving to Stockton, and she enjoyed the children. Ella felt Audra was unusually quiet and was concerned for her friend.

"Audra, are you alright? You seem quiet today."

Audra sighed. "I’m sorry, Ella. I don’t mean to be."

"Anything you want to talk about?"

Again, Audra sighed. Ella assumed she didn’t want to talk, so she kept her eyes on the road, as she drove the buggy toward the orphanage.

"It’s just my brothers can be so annoying at times!" Audra blurted out.

Ella stayed quiet, hoping Audra would open up to her.

"A few weeks ago, Luke Connelly and I went out to dinner. He brought me back home, and we were talking on the veranda. It was late. Too late, I guess. Luke was about to kiss me when Nick interrupted us. I was so embarrassed! Luke seemed to take it all in stride, and I thought he’d ask me to the dance on Saturday....but I heard in town yesterday he’s taking Lucy Thompson."

Ella could tell Audra was saddened she hadn’t been asked by Luke. She reached over and patted Audra’s hand, letting her know she was there for her.

"You really liked Luke?" Ella asked.

"Yes. He’s so handsome and funny. And he made me feel special when I was with him," Audra said, dreamily. Then her delicate features turned angry.

"My brothers have never been happy with the men I’ve dated. Sometimes I think they just want me to either remain single or marry some old man!"

As soon as the words left her mouth, Audra gasped.

"I’m sorry, Ella!"

"For what?" Ella asked, puzzled.

"For the comment about marrying an old man. Not that your husband is an old man...Oh, I’m making a mess of things."

Ella laughed and Audra was relieved her friend didn’t seem offended.

"Not to worry, Audra. I know Jonathon is considered ‘old’, but I assure you, I don’t think he’s an old man."

They were still a few miles away from the orphanage when Audra decided to ask her friend something that had been on her mind.

"Ella, may I ask why you married Jonathon? I mean...the age difference and all. Did your parents approve?"

"Yes, they approved. In fact, they arranged the marriage."

"Oh," Audra said.

"My grandparents came from Scotland, and over in the ‘old country’ as it is known, arranged marriages were common. My parents’ marriage was arranged and seven children were born from it. I’m the youngest of the seven. Anyway, they decided to carry on the tradition."

"How did you feel about that?"

"Not getting to choose who I married?" At Audra’s nod, Ella continued. "My sister, Clara, who is five years older than I, refused to marry the man Father had chosen for her. I remember I was ten at the time. Clara had always been a free spirit, doing her own thing. She ran off with a young man she’d met in town, and they were married. My parents were devastated, but to keep family harmony, they accepted their new son-in-law. Jeffery seemed like a nice man. They moved to a town several miles away, and we rarely saw them. Clara had a son, Jeffery Junior, we call him JJ. Clara came back to town for my sister Amy’s wedding. She explained Jeffery couldn’t come because of his job, but in truth, she’d sneaked away. Jeff had forbidden her to come home. We found out later that Jeff was abusing Clara. I saw the bruises on her back and arms. When Clara returned to Jeff, he was angry with her and began to beat her. He went too far and ended up....well, Clara died from her injuries. Jeff was so upset, he killed himself. At least, that’s what the sheriff told us. JJ now lives with my parents.

"The reason I told you this story is because I realized early on that my parents were very wise people. I placed all of my trust in them to find me a husband they thought would be compatible for me. And I can honestly tell you, I love my husband. He’s wonderful. And even if I had been able to ‘choose’ my husband myself, I couldn’t have done a better job."

Audra was amazed at the story. She couldn’t imagine not being able to choose who she would marry.

"Does the age difference bother you?" Audra asked.

"No. There are times, of course, that it is an issue, but usually only when someone else brings it up. I’m happy and content with my husband. Well, almost. Audra, may I tell you something?"

"Of course."

"I long to give my husband a child. His first wife, Christine, was unable to conceive for several years, and when she finally did, she became ill and died. Jonathon was devastated."

"I’m sorry, Ella."

"Jonathon says he doesn’t care if we have a child or not, he’s happy with me. But I know he’d make a wonderful father. Our housekeeper, Wilma, knows a lot about herbs and has been trying to find a combination of them to help, but so far, nothing has happened."

"Maybe the herbs aren’t helping?"

"Oh, I know they do help. She was living with Jonathon and Christine when Christine conceived. Christine was taking the herbs. Part of the reason we moved to Stockton was so we could be close to San Francisco. There’s a specialist there that we have seen a few times. We’re hoping that between Wilma’s herbs and the doctor, we’ll be able to have a baby soon."

"I hope so too, Ella."

Again the two woman fell silent. Ella wanted to say one more thing to her friend, but was concerned. She decided to throw caution to the wind.

"Audra, if I may make an observation?"

"Of course."

"Your brothers love you very much. I know they want only your happiness. If you look back on the men you’ve dated, the ones they’ve ‘run off’, could you honestly say you’re not glad? Could you imagine being married to any of those men?"

Audra thought for a few moments. She had to admit Ella was right. She wouldn’t want to be married to any of those men. Maybe Audra should trust her brothers more. It just irritated her when they tried running her life. She was a grown woman after all.

The orphanage was just coming into view, so the two woman decided to put an end to their conversation. The children excitedly greeted the two ladies and the rest of the day was spent playing, reading and taking care of their small charges.

* * * * * * * *

Later that night, Ella and Jonathon were sitting up in bed, each reading a book. After reading the same page three times and not being able to remember one thing she’d read, she finally put the book down in frustration. Jonathon had noticed she seemed agitated since she’d returned home that afternoon and knew she would eventually talk to him about what was bothering her. He quietly placed his book on the night stand and turned to her. It was then he noticed the tears in her eyes.

"Hey now," he said softly. "What’s this?"

Ella sniffed, and covered her eyes with her hand.

"I’m sorry, Jonathon."

"Don’t apologize for crying, Ella," he scolded gently. "But tell me what’s wrong. Did I do something?"

She shook her head no, and took a few deep breaths to try and calm herself. Jonathon had retrieved a handkerchief from his dresser drawer and after handing it to her, climbed back into bed.

"Audra and I were at the orphanage today," she began explaining. "It breaks my heart to see all those children without someone to love them. So many are there because their mothers and fathers didn’t want them. And I began thinking about how we would make wonderful parents. It just doesn’t seem fair sometimes," she said and broke into sobs.

Jonathon reached for his wife and she gladly let him hold her. Once she had quieted down, he spoke to her.

"Ella, I know you want a baby. It’ll happen. I think you’re putting too much pressure on yourself."

Ella nodded against him, knowing he was right. She ached to hold a baby of her own, and knew she needed to let it go. As long as she worried over it, she wouldn’t be any good to anyone.

"I will try to relax, Jonathon," she murmured against his chest. He shifted so he could look into her brown eyes.

"I know one way to help you relax," he said, smiling. Ella returned his smile and reached up to place her hand behind his neck. Their night ended in the throes of passion. Ella refused to allow herself to think that perhaps this time, they would succeed in creating a baby.

Chapter 5

The subject of who Heath was taking to the dance was not brought up again, and he was glad. He would have a difficult time explaining to his family how he asked a married woman to go with him. Apparently, Nick hadn’t known about Ella and Jonathon’s marriage, or surely he would have said something. Then again, Harry had said Ella was Jonathon’s daughter...a mistake anyone could have made because of the age difference. That was definitely the last time Heath would listen to Harry.

Heath dressed in his blue suit and string tie. He hated it. Jarrod was comfortable in fancy clothes. Even though Nick didn’t like to wear them, he was more accustomed to wearing them than Heath thought he would ever be. He had decided he wasn’t going to go to the dance at all until Audra had found out. She then begged him not to miss and to be her escort when she discovered he wasn’t going with anyone either. She briefly explained that the one she’d wanted to attend the dance with had asked someone else. So Heath reluctantly agreed.

Nick and Abby had already left for town with Victoria. Jarrod was in San Francisco attending a birthday party for Melissa Ambers. They had been seeing one another for over a year and the family wondered if there could be a December wedding. When asked if that were a possibility, Jarrod would only smile and change the subject. He was as tightlipped as they came, especially when it came to his personal life.

"Audra, we’re going to be late if you don’t hurry," Heath called up the stairs.

"I’m coming," Audra replied as she stepped out of her room. She wore a dark blue dress that brought out the blue of her eyes. Heath smiled and gave her a small kiss on her cheek when she reached the bottom of the stairs.

"Boy howdy. You’ll be the prettiest girl there," Heath said.

"Thank you, Heath," Audra replied, giving him her sweetest smile.

Heath helped her into the small buggy and they rode most of the way into town in silence. Audra couldn’t help but think how difficult it would be to see Lucy and Luke together. She had really liked Luke a lot.

Heath was having similar thoughts about Ella. He hoped she wouldn’t be there. It was hard enough to imagine her married to Jonathon. The thing was, Heath liked Jonathon. He was a kind man who ran a ranch with authority and fairness. Nick and Heath had seen some of his stock and were impressed. There had been talk of perhaps mating the Barkley bull, Prince Oxford, with the Sommers’ heifer, Lila.

Heath’s thoughts were interrupted by Audra.

"You never said why you weren’t going with anyone, Heath."

Heath sighed.

"It just wasn’t going to work out," was his reply.

"How do you know unless you try?"

"I did try."

"Oh," Audra said, biting her lower lip. She decided to let the subject drop, much to Heath’s relief. By the time they arrived, the dance was in full swing. Couples were gathered on the dance floor, and the small band was over to the left playing a waltz. Heath and Audra joined in, though both were feeling a bit sad. Nick and Abby were also among the dancers, and it was clear to see the love the newlyweds had for one another. Heath watched as Nick bent to whisper something in Abby’s ear and watched as she smiled up at him. He couldn’t help but feel a stab of jealousy, wishing for the kind of love Nick and Abby shared. The music ended and another began right after. Nick, Abby, Heath and Audra ended up next to each other.

"Oh Audra, your dress is beautiful!" Abby commented.

"Thank you, Abby. That green is perfect for you. It really brings out your eyes," Audra replied and watched as Abby’s cheeks turned pink.

"I thought the dress really brought out her-"Nick began.

"Nick Barkley, don’t you dare!" Abby said, trying to hush her husband. He’d whispered in her ear earlier that he felt the dress accentuated her form perfectly. Nick laughed out loud and held his wife closer.

Movement at the door caused Heath to look over. Jonathon and Ella had just arrived. Ella wore a burgundy dress and her dark hair was attractively piled atop her head. She looked very sophisticated and beautiful. Heath sighed and Audra followed his gaze.

"Oh there’s Ella. I’m so glad she could make it," Audra said.

"Uh huh."

"I’m going to go over to say hello. Do you want to come with me?"

"No, I think I’ll get some punch," Heath replied. Or maybe something a little stronger, he thought.

Audra wandered off into the crowd, toward them and Heath made his way to the refreshment table. Victoria was nearby, speaking with some of the committee members. She smiled to Heath, and he nodded her way. Heath was on his second glass of punch when Nick patted him on the shoulder. Abby had wandered over to where Audra and Ella were talking.

"How’s the punch?" he asked.

"Weak," Heath said, causing Nick to laugh.

"Probably just as well. Hey, isn’t that Ella Sommers? How come you didn’t ask her?"

"Well, I didn’t think her husband would have approved."

"Her husband? She’s married? To who? And why did her father bring her-"

"Jonathon’s not her father, Nick," Heath replied pointedly. It took only a moment for Nick to understand.

"You mean she’s married to him?" Nick said, shocked. "Why, she’s the same age as Audra! And he’s old enough to be her-"

"Yeah, I know," Heath interrupted him.

"When did you find out she was married?"

Heath hesitated before saying, "When I asked her to the dance."

Nick’s eyes widened. He remembered how Heath’s face had brightened that day they’d seen Ella in town.

"Sorry, Heath."

Heath shrugged, but didn’t look in Nick’s direction. Another dance had started and Ella and Jonathon were participating. Ella smiled at her husband, and Heath turned away. He didn’t feel like being a witness to their marital bliss.

Audra and Abby joined the men. Abby asked Heath if he’d dance with her, and he agreed. He steered them toward the opposite side of the dance floor, away from Ella. Audra had told Abby she wanted to talk to Nick so her sister-in-law had taken it upon herself to give them the opportunity.

"Nick? Would you dance with me?" Audra asked.

Nick showed some surprise but gladly took his sister in his arms. Audra took a few moments to work up enough courage.

"I wanted to apologize for how I’ve been treating you lately, Nick," Audra said softly. Nick, who’d been watching Heath, who was trying not to watch Ella, looked at his younger sister.

"It’s alright, Audra. I know I deserved some of it. I shouldn’t have interrupted you and Connelly that night."

At the mention of Luke’s name, Audra looked around. She hadn’t seen him or Lucy at the dance yet, and she admitted she was relieved.

"You were right. I shouldn’t have been out so late. I knew that. It’s just...."Audra faltered.

"It’s just what?" Nick asked, bending his head to catch her words, grateful she was being so open with him

"When Father died, you and Jarrod took over his role in my life. I didn’t mind it at the time. In a way I found it comforting. But now that I’m older...I just wish you’d both be my brothers. I miss him, Nick. More now than I did when I was younger."

Nick hugged Audra closer to himself.

"I know. I feel the same way sometimes."

Audra caught a glimpse of Ella with Jonathon and decided to ask Nick a question that had been on her mind.

"Nick, have you ever liked any of the men I’ve dated?"

Nick was happy that he and Audra had finally settled things and was reluctant to do anything to jeopardize that. Yet he knew she was expecting him to answer truthfully.

"I have to say, there’s really been only one I’ve liked."

"Who?"

Nick smiled a little and turned Audra around. She had a clear view of Carl Wheeler standing at the punch table. He had been looking their way, but as soon as their eyes met, Carl turned away.

"Oh, Nick! How could Carl be the only one you liked? He tried to manipulate me, and he almost got you and Josiah Freeman killed! And all over some silly sheep," Audra replied angrily.

Josiah Freemen had lost the sheep to Nick in a poker game on purpose, thinking Nick was actually Jarrod. Josiah needed help getting his sheep to market, and thought no one would challenge the Barkleys. Nick eventually agreed to help, and Carl Wheeler, a childhood friend of Nick’s, took exception to the fact that he would allow sheep in the Valley. Carl and Nick had come to terms with their differences, but Audra had never forgiven him for his actions.

"He’s not so bad. Maybe you should give him another chance?" Nick suggested.

"I don’t know, Nick. I don’t know if I can forgive him for what he did."

"Maybe if you talked to him, you could."

The dance ended. Audra promised Nick she’d think about what he’d said. He kissed her cheek, then went to find his wife. He hoped to convince her they’d stayed long enough. He was eager to get her home and spend some time with her alone. It was rare for the entire family to all be gone at once and Nick wanted to take advantage of it.

Chapter 6

Audra had been asked to dance by several of the young men, and Heath had gladly allowed her. He stood over in a corner, watching the festivities. He would tell himself not to look for Ella, but realized as long as she was in the same room as he, he’d always be aware of her presence. He continually chastised himself. Ella was a married woman, happily married from the looks of it. And even if she wasn’t happily married, it wasn’t right for him to have the thoughts about her he was having.

Heath felt someone touch his arm and noticed Victoria standing next to him. He smiled at her and asked her to dance. She accepted, and he led her out onto the dance floor. Just as the song ended, they found themselves next to Jonathon and Ella. Heath was trying to think of a way to excuse himself when Jonathon asked Victoria to dance. She accepted, leaving Heath and Ella. Ella smiled at him, and Heath knew it would be rude for him to walk away from her.

"Shall we, Ma’am?" he asked and at Ella’s nod, Heath took her hand in his. It was soft and warm, just as he knew it would be. The fabric of her dress was silky against his work roughened hands. She fit perfectly in his arms and Heath found it difficult to breathe. It was easy for him to imagine she wasn’t someone else’s wife. That she belonged to him. That she wouldn’t leave with another man and share his bed. Heath’s thoughts were going to a dangerous place when he heard Ella speak.

"Heath, I...I wanted to apologize about...I mean...I feel badly about you not knowing about Jonathon."

Heath took a deep breath before looking into her brown eyes. Her skin was unmarred and looked like the color of cream. Her cheeks had a slight flush to them from the dancing she’d done that night. Her full pink lips screamed to be kissed, but they wouldn’t be. At least, not by Heath. Tendrils of dark hair hung down around her long neck and it was all Heath could do not to take the pins from her hair to allow the tresses to fall down her back.

"It’s alright. I’m sorry if I embarrassed you or made you uncomfortable," he said softly.

"No, not at all."

The sweet agony ended for Heath when the song came to an end. Ella thanked him for the dance and was swept up in her husband’s arms again. Victoria had been asked to dance by Dr. Merar, and Heath found himself dancing with Audra again. Afterwards, Heath asked Audra if she was ready to go home and she agreed. Normally, she was one of the last to leave, but she was tired and ready for bed. She kept thinking about Nick’s words from earlier and about Carl Wheeler. He never asked her to dance, but he had stayed close to her for most of the night. Perhaps he was still interested? Audra had a lot to think about and was eager to get to her own room for some peace and quiet.

Victoria told them she would be ready shortly, so Heath went to get the surrey. Nick and Abby had taken the light buggy home that Heath and Audra had ridden in earlier.

As Audra waited for her mother and brother, she watched the couples dancing. Her thoughts turned to Luke and Lucy, realizing she had never seen them at the dance. Heath came up quietly beside and watched with her. Again, his eyes were on Ella, even though he tried to look away. Audra watched Heath, wondering who it was he’d asked to the dance and how the girl could have said no. Heath was as nice a fellow as any, and Audra wanted to see him happy. She followed his gaze and found that it lay in the direction of Jonathon and Ella. For some reason she couldn’t explain, it all fit into place.

"It was Ella, wasn’t it?" Audra whispered.

Heath sighed and turned to Audra.

"I didn’t realize she was married," he explained and hoped she wouldn’t be upset with him. "I had been told she was Jonathon’s daughter." Heath left out the part where he had gotten that information from Harry.

"Oh, Heath. I’m sorry."

He nodded.

"She and Jonathon are very happy," Audra paused. Then said, "Does that make you sad? That she’s happily married?"

Again Heath sighed. "In a way. But it would make me more sad if she weren’t happily married. If she were miserable. If Jonathon was cruel to her."

"He isn’t. He’s a wonderful man, from what I’ve observed."

The siblings fell silent, and Victoria announced she was finally ready to leave. Victoria noticed both were quiet on the way home, but chalked it up to being tired. She too couldn’t wait for bed. Dances always made her miss Tom. She loved being held closely by him, looking up in to his blue eyes. He’d usually lean down and whisper how beautiful she looked and how he couldn’t wait to get home. Victoria sighed, missing Tom more at that moment than she had in quite a while.

Ciego was there to meet them and took the horse and buggy from Heath. Audra and Victoria kissed Heath goodnight, then went up the stairs. Heath decided to get a nightcap first. After a few shots of whiskey, he went up to his room. He heard muffled laughter coming from Nick and Abby’s room. He closed his bedroom door tightly to the sound, quickly divesting himself of his clothes and climbing into bed. He needed to get Ella from his mind. She was not someone he could pursue and that was that. He tossed and turned before finally succumbing to a restless sleep.

* * * * * * * *

The party was in full swing, and Jarrod watched as Melissa cut the birthday cake. Presents were piled high and would be opened later. Jarrod had given her his gift before the guests had begun to arrive: a beautiful charm bracelet. Melissa’s blue eyes sparkled as she opened the box and then she looked at him.

"It’s beautiful, Jarrod. Thank you so much," she said, gracing him with a smile.

"I only had them put a few charms on there. You can add more as you desire. A book, because you love them so," he explained. "And a heart...so that you will know that my heart will always belong to you."

Tears filled Melissa’s eyes. In truth, she had been expecting a ring and a proposal from Jarrod and was a little disappointed when she first opened the box. She was thankful she had pushed aside her selfish desires. It would have ruined this special moment.

"Melissa, I love you. I’ve wanted to tell you for a long time, but it never seemed right until now."

Melissa’s eyes filled with tears. She’d loved Jarrod from the first moment she’d seen him. Her father had been interested in purchasing a few mines in Mexico and had heard the Barkleys were selling some. He’d asked Jarrod to come to his home to discuss the sale. Melissa was the oldest daughter of Maurice and Elaine Ambers, and the only one still single. At the age of thirty one, she was considered an "old maid," but she didn’t care. She enjoyed her work at the San Francisco Library. She had no desire to marry and had rebuffed every effort made by young men to gain her attention. Until Jarrod Barkley had shown up at her doorstep. Melissa had never seen anyone so handsome, and when Jarrod asked her to take a walk with him, she gladly accepted. Since then, whenever Jarrod had come to San Francisco, he would come and take Melissa to dinner or spend the evening with her and her parents. The Ambers were delighted in Jarrod’s interest and glad that Melissa seemed smitten.

"I love you too," she whispered. Jarrod knew they would be interrupted at any moment, but he decided to risk it and pulled Melissa into his arms. He tenderly kissed her, wishing they weren’t about to be surrounded by one hundred guests.

Melissa came to stand next to him, handing him a piece of cake. Jarrod looked up to see Maurice Ambers give him a slight nod. Jarrod smiled and set the plate down.

"Don’t you want any cake?" Melissa asked.

"Maybe a little later. I wanted to talk to you in private for a few minutes though."

His face looked serious, and Melissa felt a twinge of fear. Had Jarrod changed his mind about her? She tried to smile, but found it difficult. If he had, then she would just have to deal with it, but she wished he had at least waited until after the party.

Jarrod led her to a balcony and closed the door behind him. Melissa had gone to stand next to the railing, her back to the city of San Francisco. They stared at one another for a few moments. Melissa was beginning to feel very uncomfortable.

"Jarrod, I-"

"Shhh...don’t say anything," he whispered. "Just let me look at you."

Jarrod walked toward her and took her hands in his. His eyes roamed over her face, his hand coming up to cup her cheek. Melissa couldn’t breathe and closed her eyes at his touch.

"I love you, Melissa, but I can’t go on this way," Jarrod said softly. Melissa opened her eyes.

"What do you mean?" she asked, dread filling her.

"You’ve filled a void in my life that I thought would never be filled. You’ve given me so much joy over this past year. I can’t go on, without having you as my wife. Melissa Ambers, will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?"

Melissa’s eyes filled with tears. She wrapped her arms around Jarrod and hugged him tightly.

"Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes," she whispered. Jarrod laughed and pulled back from her.

"I take it your answer is yes?" he teased.

Melissa placed her hands on either side of his face, kissing Jarrod with the passion she’d been holding back. When they broke apart, Jarrod took only a second to decide to kiss her again.

Finally, they came up for air and Jarrod remembered the ring in his pocket. He pulled back to take it out and watched as Melissa’s eyes lit up at the sight of the ring.

"Oh Jarrod. You didn’t have to....it’s beautiful!"

He slipped the ring on her finger and they kissed again. Reluctantly, Melissa broke the kiss.

"Everyone is probably looking for us. I’m surprised we haven’t been interrupted," she said softly, stroking Jarrod’s cheek.

"Your father is standing guard at the door," Jarrod replied, wanting nothing more than to stay out on the balcony with Melissa all night, but he knew Maurice was expecting them to come back in and make the announcement.

"With your permission, I will announce that the beautiful Miss Melissa Ambers has agreed to become Mrs. Jarrod Barkley."

"Mmm, I like the sound of that. Say it again?" Melissa asked.

"Mrs. Jarrod Barkley," Jarrod replied. Melissa kissed him.

"Mrs. Jarrod Barkley," Jarrod said again and was delighted to receive another kiss. They would have played this game for a few minutes more when they heard a small knock at the door. Jarrod and Melissa smiled at one another and made their way inside. There were cheers and congratulations from all around. Jarrod couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt so happy.

Chapter 7

Sunlight invaded the room much too early for his liking. He usually was up before the sun, but the late night, coupled with the wine he’d had to drink when they’d returned home, left him feeling groggy. He reached over to the side of the bed and found it empty, but still warm.

"You need to get moving. This is a working ranch you know," he heard a voice say. Nick smiled and opened one eye to look at his wife. Abby was standing next to him in her dressing gown. Nick quickly reached out to grab her and pulled her down onto the bed. He covered her body with his own and began tickling her. Abby laughed and tried to fight him off, but was powerless. Nick loved listening to her laugh and eventually decided tickling wasn’t what he wanted to do. He kissed her tenderly, loving the feel of her beneath him.

Abby sighed and smiled up at her husband. She was still amazed that she had been blessed enough to be married to him. She didn’t use the word luck, because she didn’t believe anything was left up to chance. She was certain God had brought them together.

"We’re going to be late for breakfast. And for church if we don’t get a move on," she said, stroking his bare back with her hand.

"Mmm," he murmured, his face buried in her neck.

"Nick," Abby said with a bit more force, causing him to look at her. "We really need to get going."

"Alright," he said reluctantly. "But I want a promise."

"What promise?"

"That when we get home, we’ll pick up where we left off."

Abby smiled. "That’s one promise I’ll gladly make."

* * * * * * * *

Heath reluctantly dismounted from Charger. He had seen Jonathon at church the day before, and he’d been asked to come over to discuss the cabinets. Heath wished he could think of a reason not to finish the job, but knew any excuse he came up with would seem flimsy. He took a deep breath before knocking on the door. He didn’t know if he was hoping for Ella or Wilma to answer. He thought he would prefer Wilma’s coolness to Ella’s smile. She had greeted him at church with a warm smile and it had brightened his day for the briefest of moments. Then he was reminded of how she was off limits to him.

Heath, lost in his thoughts, was startled when the door opened. He sighed with relief when he saw it was Jonathon instead of one of the ladies.

"Heath! Come in. Thanks for stopping by. I know you are busy this time of year, and I don’t want to keep you," Jonathon said, leading Heath toward the spacious office just off of the entry way.

"Wilma! Will you bring us some coffee, please?" Jonathon called to his housekeeper.

"Of course, Mr. Sommers," came the cheerful reply. Heath did a double take, thinking perhaps he had misjudged Wilma. She’d been almost rude to him when he’d been there before.

The office was decorated much differently than Heath remembered it. There was a sofa along the far wall instead of near the window where the Paulson’s had placed theirs, but the furniture placement wasn’t the only thing different. This room had not had any feminine touches at all when Jeb Paulson had lived there. He considered the office his domain and wouldn’t allow Emily to do any decorating. Jeb had kept the room plain but there was femininity all around now. A vase of fresh flowers; a painting of a meadow; an afghan lying over the chair in front of the fire place. All homey touches Heath would expect. What caught his eye, was a painting of Ella mounted just above the fireplace. She wore a dress that was white and covered in lace and she held a bouquet of roses in her hand She had small flowers in her hair, which was swept up and piled atop her head. Large brown eyes smiled back at him, and she looked as though she had a secret.

"So," Jonathon said, drawing Heath’s attention away from the painting. He motioned to a chair opposite the large cherry desk, and Heath sat down. "I’d really like to get the kitchen finished before summer if possible."

"I can do that," Heath replied.

"Good! Ella asked me about the wood and yes, it is still in the shed out back. It looks to be in good shape, but if you find it isn’t, let me know and I’ll order some more."

"I’ll take a look before I leave."

"Another thing, Heath. I wanted to talk about...about Ella."

Heath’s heart quickened, and his mouth went dry. Had Ella told Jonathon Heath had asked her to the dance? Surely he would see Heath hadn’t meant any disrespect. He never would have asked if he’d known she was married.

"Ella?" he choked out.

"Well, not about Ella so much as about her love for horses. You’ve seen Carrington and what a magnificent animal she is?"

Heath nodded.

"Ella would like to breed her, but feels she should have just the right mate. I know enough about horses not to get cheated into buying an old nag, but when it comes to getting prime stock, I need some help. Back in Oregon I knew which auctions yielded the best stock and which sellers could be trusted. Not having lived here long, I’m not sure where I can get the best horses. I’ve heard you go to auctions from time to time?"

"Nick and I usually do a few times a year. We have wild horses out on the range we capture and break for the army, but for breeding, we usually go to auctions."

"I’d like to accompany you to the next one, if I may? Perhaps you could give me pointers as to which one to buy."

Heath shifted in his seat. "Sure. I can do that."

"Grand! I’ve heard there’s going to be one in Modesto next month."

Heath knew the one Jonathon was referring to. He and Nick had made tentative plans to go.

"That should work. Nick and I had already talked about going to it."

"You’ll let me know when?"

"Of course."

Wilma chose that moment to enter the study with a tray of coffee. She barely looked in Heath’s direction, but smiled at her boss. She poured them each a cup, handing one to Heath first. He met her eyes, giving her a small smile, which quickly died. Her eyes seemed cold and lifeless to him until she turned toward Jonathon. Then they warmed considerably. He accepted the offered coffee cup dismissing her with his thanks. Wilma smiled at him, but Jonathon had already turned his attention toward Heath again.

"When can you start on the cabinets?" Jonathon asked, bringing them back to the original topic of conversation as Wilma walked quietly from the room.

"The end of this week? Will that work?"

"That’ll be fine."

"Excuse me, Mr. Sommers?"

Jonathon looked up to see Wilma standing in the doorway.

"Yes, Wilma?"

"I was wondering if Mr. Barkley is staying for lunch? I almost have it ready," Wilma asked, not looking at Heath.

"Heath? What do you say?"

He almost said no, but decided it might be good for him to get to know Jonathon a bit better. Although it would be painful to see Ella, it would help him with getting over the infatuation he had with her.

"Sounds good. I’d like that," Heath replied, looking at Wilma. He could see that wasn’t the answer she was hoping for. Jonathon wasn’t looking her way, or he would have seen the barely concealed anger in his housekeeper. She quickly schooled her features before Jonathon looked at her.

"Wonderful. I’ll set another place," she said exiting the room.

Jonathon and Heath spoke for a few more minutes before Wilma announced lunch was ready. They were just about to sit down when Ella joined them. Heath felt a bit uncomfortable at first, but both Jonathon and Ella went to great lengths to see that his needs were met. The meal was delicious and just before they were finished, Wilma brought in a tray of coffee for the men and a cup of tea for Ella.

"Here’s your tea, Mrs. Sommers. Make sure you drink it all," Wilma instructed. Ella smiled at the older woman and accepted the cup. Heath could tell she didn’t like the taste of the tea by the way she grimaced when she took a sip.

"The herbs make it so bitter. I wish she’d let me stir in some honey," Ella said softly. Jonathon smiled and reached over to pat her arm.

"I should get going. Thank you for lunch," Heath said. Jonathon walked him to the door. Heath walked to the back of the house to the shed. He found it unlocked and went inside. He gave his eyes a moment to adjust before he found the wood that had been used for the kitchen cabinets. From what he could tell, it was all in good condition. Heath walked out into the bright sunlight, closing the shed door behind him. He turned toward the house and saw Wilma watching him from the kitchen window. Her face looked as though it had been carved of stone. Heath nodded her way and tipped his hat, walking back around the front of the house to get Charger.

Chapter 8

Nick knew it was fruitless to argue with Heath once he’d made up his mind, but he tried anyway. He had been surprised when Heath informed him he’d be doing some work over at the Sommer’s ranch. It wasn’t that Nick minded Heath helping out their neighbors, because Nick expected no less from his brother; it wasn’t that Nick minded having to take on some extra work that Heath would normally be doing, because he knew Heath would only be gone a few hours and would make up for any missed time. Nick was more concerned for Heath’s feelings, knowing how much he had liked Ella.

"Nick, thanks for your concern. I know Ella is Jonathon’s wife, and I hope you know I’d never do anything to interfere in their marriage."

"Of course I know that! It’s just...well..."Nick faltered, not sure if he should go on.

"What? It’s just what, Nick?" Heath asked, turning away from saddling Charger.

"I just think it would be easier on you if you didn’t have to be around her."

Heath sighed and went back to tightening the cinch on his saddle.

"Maybe it would. Somehow though, it’s good for me to see how happy she is with him. I really like Jonathon. I’d like to get to know him," Heath said. Before Nick could reply, Heath went on. "Besides, I already said I’d finish the cabinets, and I’m not going back on my word."

Nick hoped Heath knew what he was doing. He patted his brother on the back and told him he’d see him in the afternoon. Heath said good-bye, then mounted Charger. The ride to the Sommers’ was spent contemplating his conversation with Nick. Heath really did want to get to know Jonathon better. The man seemed very wise and was a good judge of cattle. He’d wasted no time in fixing up the ranch, restoring it to its former glory. Jonathon had spared no expense on the house or the out buildings. Though not as large as the Barkley spread, the Sommers’ ranch had the capability to be just as prosperous.

It was still early when Heath arrived and was met by one of the ranch hands who took Charger for him. Heath went around to the back of the house to the shed. He opened the door and began sorting through the wood stacked high on one wall. He took out a small note pad he kept in his breast pocket and licked the stubby pencil. Heath figured he’d only have to work about a week of half days to finish the cabinets. He gathered the tools he would need and began his work. The sun had not been up for long, but already Heath could tell it was going to be a hot day. His shirt was soaked with sweat, and he wanted to remove it. He glanced toward the house and noticed he was being watched. Wilma stood at the kitchen window, her cold eyes watching his every move. Heath felt the hair on the back of his neck stand on end. He tipped his hat slightly and nodded her way, but she didn't acknowledge him.

Going back to work, Heath eventually forgot about his observer, concentrating instead on the task at hand. He needed to go into the kitchen to do some measuring and found he wasn’t eager to face the Sommers’ housekeeper. He rapped lightly on the door, but received no answer. He poked his head in, noting the kitchen was empty. Heath stepped inside and began working. He was underneath the sink, taking measurements and didn’t hear anyone enter the kitchen.

"Well, you sure got an early start!"

Heath sat up quickly, the voice startling him. He hit his head, crying out involuntarily at the pain.

"Oh Heath! I’m sorry! Are you alright?"

Heath crawled out from under the sink and stared up at Ella. Her hand was covering her mouth in shock.

"Yeah, I’m fine," he answered her, his head throbbing. He’d whacked it pretty good and knew he’d probably have one heck of a bruise.

Ella bent down and moved his hand to see what damage had been done.

"Oh, Heath! It’s bleeding!" she said and quickly got up to get a rag to place over the wound.

"Here, put this on it. I’ll get some ice."

"Don’t go to any trouble-"

"It’s no trouble. I’m sorry I startled you."

Ella went over to the ice box and chipped off some ice to place in the cloth. She walked back over to Heath and knelt down beside him.

"Here, let me take another look."

Heath complied, moving his hand. He watched Ella’s brown eyes as she examined his wound.

"I don’t think you’ll need stitches. It doesn’t look that deep. Here, put this ice on it and I’ll ask Wilma for some salve."

"Don’t go to any-"

"Don’t tell me not to go to any trouble, Heath Barkley! It’s my fault, and I will take care of you!" Ella replied firmly. Heath smiled slightly.

"Yes, Ma’am."

Ella disappeared for a few minutes, then returning with a small bottle. She opened it, pouring some of it’s contents onto a small cloth.

"Here, Wilma said this will help the wound heal faster," she said as she applied the salve to Heath’s head. He let out a little yelp, feeling the liquid burn his scalp.

"What is it? It smells awful," he said through gritted teeth.

"I’m not sure, to be honest with you. Wilma is the expert with herbs and salves."

Heath allowed Ella to minister to his injury, fully aware of her closeness. She smelled of lavender and he wondered if it were perfume or soap. He inhaled deeply, bringing in more of the scent.

"I hope you know I’d never do anything to interfere in their marriage." Those had been his words to Nick that morning and he meant them. Perhaps Nick was right though, and Heath shouldn’t have come. Heath shifted uncomfortably and began to stand. Ella pushed him back down.

"Not just yet. I’m not done," were her words. Heath sighed. Finally, she finished bandaging his wound and sat back.

"There. You might want to have Dr. Merar look at it," she said.

"Nah, I’m sure you did a fine job," Heath replied, gingerly feeling his head. He and Ella stared at one another for a moment before Heath began to stand.

"I should get back to work," he said, swaying just a bit.

"I think you should sit down and let me get you something to drink."

"I really want to finish-"

"We’ve gone this long without the cabinets being finished. One more day won’t make a difference, Heath," she said, going to the cupboard for a glass, filling it with water. She handed it to Heath and motioned for him to sit at the table.

"Thank you, Mrs. Sommers," Heath said, taking a seat.

"Do you have to call me that?" she asked, feeling a bit sad. "You called me ‘Ella’ before."

"I didn’t realize you were married, Mrs. Sommers. It wouldn’t be proper."

Ella sighed, knowing he was right. They were silent for a few minutes, each lost in their own thoughts.

"Mrs. Sommers."

Both Heath and Ella looked up. Wilma was standing in the kitchen doorway.

"Yes, Wilma?"

"It’s time for me to fix you some tea," she said, her cold eyes landing on Heath. Heath turned his attention to Ella, hating the way Wilma was staring at him.

"Thank you, Wilma," Ella said with a smile.

Ella asked Heath some questions concerning the cabinets while Wilma brewed her tea. She handed Ella a cup then walked from the room. Heath watched as Ella took a sip, her face showing her dislike of the hot liquid.

"Why do you drink it if you don’t like it?" Heath asked.

Ella looked up in surprise, not realizing she had shown her dislike.

"It’s good for me," was all she said and Heath could tell she didn’t want to discuss it further.

Feeling better, Heath thanked Ella for the water and then went back to work. She came outside a few hours later and informed him lunch would be ready soon.

"I was just going to grab something off the chuck wagon," Heath explained.

"Oh no you won’t! You’re doing work for us and the least we can do is feed you. Wilma has made her famous roast beef sandwiches. You’ll love them. Jonathon should be home soon and I know he’ll want to see you."

Heath nodded and said he was going to wash up. Several minutes later, he walked into the house, wishing he’d brought another shirt with him. The one he wore was soiled from his work that morning. Ella, helping Wilma with dishing up the food, turned to him and smiled.

"You can go on into the dining room. We’ll be right there with the food," she said.

"I hate to mess up your dining room..."

"Nonsense! We can’t eat in here anyway because of the construction. Just take a seat," Ella told him, and Heath walked into the dining room off the kitchen.

Ella and Wilma set the food down in front of him then Ella joined Heath at the table.

"I wonder where Jonathon is? He said he’d be back by lunch," Ella commented. "Oh well, we should go ahead and eat so you can get back."

The meal started off in silence, but Ella was good at drawing people out. She asked Heath questions about horses, a topic he loved. Ella couldn’t help but notice as Heath spoke, how handsome he was. She wished she knew of someone she could introduce him to. Her mind whirled, trying to come up with someone. Maybe she’d ask Audra. Perhaps between the two of them, they could think of someone.

Heath was just finishing his lunch and telling Ella a funny story about Nick when Jonathon walked into the room. He surveyed the scene, with an uncomfortable feeling in the pit of his stomach. Hearing Ella laugh was nothing new, but to see her with Heath bothered him. Jonathon was not an insecure individual by nature. He decided to push aside any feelings of jealousy that were starting to form. They were not behaving in an inappropriate way.

"Hello, Heath!" he said, sitting down at the table. He pointed to the bandage on the other man’s head. "What happened to you?"

"Oh, Jonathon, it was my fault," Ella replied before Heath had a chance to answer. If she’d been looking at her husband, she would have seen him stiffen. Wilma, who was in the room pouring coffee for Jonathon, did notice, however.

"Really? How so?" Jonathon asked, glad his voice did not betray the feelings of jealousy that were starting again.

"I startled Heath. He was under the sink in the kitchen, and I said something to him. He sat up quickly and hit his head."

"It was nothing. I was able to finish out the morning," Heath said. Jonathon nodded, then went back to his lunch.

Wilma entered the room again with a cup of tea and set it before Ella. She smiled at her housekeeper, but Heath noticed it seemed strained. She took a sip, keeping her eyes downcast.

"I should be going," Heath said, standing.

"So soon? You’ve not had dessert yet!" Ella said.

"He has a ranch to run, Ella," Jonathon gently reminded his wife.

"You’re right. I’m sorry, Heath," Ella said, standing as well. "I’ll walk you out."

"No, don’t bother. I have to go through the kitchen anyway."

"Thanks, Heath," Jonathon replied, relieved to have him gone. Ella talked for a few minutes about her morning and then her plans for the afternoon which involved a trip to the orphanage. Jonathon couldn’t help but sigh.

"What’s wrong?" Ella asked.

"I’m wondering if you should be going to the orphanage any more with Audra."

"Why?"

"You always come back in a sour mood, Ella. Wishing for a baby," was his terse reply.

Ella’s mouth opened, then closed. She looked around, grateful that Wilma was in the kitchen.

"Are you saying you don’t want me to go?" she asked, feeling herself becoming angry. Ella had, just that morning, been examining her calendar and noticed her womanly time was supposed to begin within the week. She felt the familiar feelings of anxiousness that accompanied it and was preparing herself for another disappointment. She knew she needed to walk away from her husband to avoid an argument, but couldn’t make herself.

"I’m just saying, perhaps you could work on your mood before you return home."

"I apologize if my mood ‘sours’ as you put it. I enjoy going to the orphanage and spending time with Audra. I’ll make sure my mood suits you this evening," she said, angrily getting up from the table. She grabbed her hat and gloves, then walked out the front door. Charlie, one of their hands, had the buggy all ready for her, as he had been instructed that morning. She nodded her thanks to him and then slapping the rump of the horse to get him moving. By the time she got down to the end of the lane, she knew she had reacted badly to Jonathon’s rebuke. It was too late to turn around and go back, so she decided she would take his advice and make sure her attitude was straightened out before she saw him that evening.

* * * * * * * *

Wilma had been standing outside the dining room door and overheard everything that had been said. Thankfully, her mistress had been so upset, she hadn’t seen her hovering. Wilma smiled slightly. She didn’t like Heath Barkley, but felt he would fit into her plans nicely.

Chapter 9

Smack! The knife cut through the fresh chicken, causing bone and flesh to separate. Wilma wasn’t paying attention to her work though. She was watching from the kitchen window as Heath worked on the cabinets. He was attracted to Ella, Wilma was sure of that fact. Ella, however, had eyes only for her husband. She would never dream of cheating on Jonathon, another fact of which Wilma was sure.

If only, she thought. If only I could get that little vixen to turn her attention to the cowboy. She doesn’t deserve Jonathon! She’s got all of her life to live still. He needs someone who would understand him. Not some child.

Smack! She placed the piece she’d just cut into the large pot. She was seething. In her mind, she wasn’t cutting the chicken, but the throat of her mistress. She hated Ella. Hated her! She’d destroyed everything when she’d come into their lives. Jonathon had been just about to realize how much he needed Wilma. Wilma smiled slightly as she recalled the time they’d spent together. It was shortly after his first wife’s death, and Jonathon was consumed with grief. He drank heavily for days, trying to shut out the pain. Wilma, the devoted employee she was, brought him his drinks when he asked. Once, in his drunkenness, he’d reached for her. The night had been glorious, and he was as good as she’d dreamed he would be. She thought for sure as soon as he awoke with her in his arms, he’d realize how much he needed her.

Smack! Instead, he’d been appalled by his actions, apologizing profusely. He had been drunk and didn’t know what he was doing. Wilma tried to convince him otherwise, but he wouldn’t listen. He offered to help her find another job; offered to give her a large sum to help start a new life somewhere. She’d refused. She decided she would wait it out, help him to see how he needed her. She didn’t want to work somewhere else. She wanted to stay with him. They never spoke of that night again. She could sense Jonathon was anxious for the next several months in case their night spent together resulted in a child. It angered her the way he breathed a sigh of relief when six months passed and it was clear no child had been conceived.

Smack! Then Ella came along. Sweet, innocent, young Ella. Whose body was lithe and whose figure drove Jonathon to distraction. She hated the way he looked at Ella. That was how Wilma wanted him to see her. She was closer to his age, and she could do so much more for him. Hadn’t their night been glorious? Now...now he wanted only Ella. Wilma could hear them at night. She knew when they made love. She heard the laughter, the passionate way each cried out the other’s name.

Smack! Ella had to be taken care of and soon. Wilma thought over and over how she could make that happen, knowing she couldn’t kill her. Not like she had Christine. That would cause suspicion to come her way. The herbs bought Wilma time, but that time was running out. It was only a matter of time until the doctor in San Francisco figured out the herbs Ella was taking were keeping her from conceiving. It had been easy to poison Christine. She was such a simple person. Not a beauty in any way, but Jonathon had loved her deeply. Wilma carefully placed the herbs only in Christine’s food. It had taken several months, and although it pained Wilma to watch Jonathon go through such heart ache, she knew it was worth it. Christine died a slow, painful death. Wilma held her breath, hoping the doctor would not dig deeper into the cause of her illness. The old man said it was cancer though and Wilma was relieved. She had been sorry about the baby, knowing if she’d been aware, she would have waited until after the child was born before poisoning Christine. That was the past though, and there was nothing to be done about it.

Smack! Heath went into the shed, then came back out with more wood. Wilma smiled slightly. If she could get Jonathon to doubt Ella’s commitment to him, even just a little, she’d be able to sway him. It would have to be the perfect plan though. Jonathon was a smart man.

Smack! Wilma would wait and see how things progressed with Heath and his work at the house. She’d seen how Jonathon had tensed up at lunch the day before. She’d heard the argument and knew it wasn’t because of Ella’s trips to the orphanage. Jonathon hadn’t liked the fact Ella was laughing with Heath. She was sure of it. Yet the little twit wasn’t smart enough to recognize her husband’s jealousy. That could work to Wilma’s advantage though. She smiled again. She’d be patient. Smack!

Chapter 10

The family greeted the news of Jarrod and Melissa’s engagement with excitement. All felt Melissa was a perfect match for the eldest Barkley son. She grew up in society, and would be able to handle the situations the wife of a prominent lawyer would face. Yet, she was as sweet and unpretentious as they came, and in no way put on "airs."

Victoria was eager to plan a party to announce the engagement to all their friends in Stockton. Jarrod smiled at her enthusiasm and made arrangements with Melissa and her family to come out to the ranch for a visit to discuss wedding plans.

The wedding date had been set for September, only four months away. Jarrod was already clearing his calendar and planning their honeymoon. He hoped they could take a month together, traveling across the country. The Barkley rail car would provide the privacy needed for the newlyweds, and they would also be staying in some of the finest hotels along the way. Once they returned, they would live in San Francisco for the first year, allowing Melissa to continue her work at the San Francisco library. Meanwhile, a house would be built for them on Barkley land. Once it was ready, they would live primarily in Stockton.

* * * * * * * *

Heath finished his work at the Sommers’ ranch. Jonathon and Ella seemed pleased with the new cabinets. Although he missed going there every day, Heath was glad to have the job finished. His respect for Jonathon grew as he got to know the older man.

Nick was visibly relieved to have Heath back at his side. He knew Heath wouldn’t dare interfere in anyone’s marriage, yet Heath had fallen hard for Ella. He knew his disappointment had been keen.

The weeks passed without incident. Heath found himself in town one day getting supplies for the line shacks. He had been asked to stop by the post office to see if some of the things Victoria had ordered for the engagement party had arrived. His mind was on the horse auction he and Jonathon would be attending the following week. He walked into the small building and bumped into someone.

"Oh, excuse me," he said, then smiled with delight when he saw it was Ella. He tipped hat and smiled.

"Heath! It’s good to see you. We just love the new cabinets!" she replied. Heath smiled at her enthusiasm. He couldn’t help but notice how lovely she looked.

"I’m glad you do. How have you been?"

"Very well. Jonathon needed to pick up some supplies for the trip to the auction, and I decided to ride along."

There were quite a few people waiting in line, so Heath and Ella had a several minutes to talk.

"I can’t wait for Jarrod and Melissa’s engagement party! Audra tells me Melissa is a sweetheart. Actually, I’ll be over to help your mother and Audra with a few things this afternoon."

"That’s nice of you," Heath replied.

Finally, it was Ella’s turn at the counter. Heath didn’t pay much attention to the conversation between the clerk and Ella until Ella called his name.

"Heath, I’d like you to meet Miss Ellen Brooks. She’s new to Stockton."

Heath removed his hat and greeted the young woman. She had dark hair and large blue eyes. Heath couldn’t help but notice how attractive she was. Ella stepped aside as Heath asked for the Barkley mail. She had been speaking with Audra about finding someone for Heath and when she’d met Ellen the week before, she thought they would be cute together.

"Oh, I should be going. There’s Jonathon. It was nice to see you both again!" Ella called to them as she left. Heath watched her walk out of the office and felt a twinge of jealousy as Jonathon bent down to kiss her cheek. Heath turned around and looked into the smiling eyes of Ellen Brooks. Heath surprised himself when he heard himself asking:

"Miss Brooks. It seems I have some time before I need to get back to the ranch. Would you be available for lunch?"

Ellen was also surprised at his invitation. She’d heard many good things about the Barkleys since she’d come to live in Stockton. She smiled and nodded, informing him she’d be ready to go in about a half hour. Heath said he’d be back, then went to the feed and seed to see if his supplies were ready. When he returned to the post office, he found Ellen ready. He offered his arm which she gladly accepted and walked to the hotel restaurant. Heath wouldn’t have believed it if he hadn’t been there, but he actually found himself enjoying her company. So much so, that he asked her to go on a picnic with him before he left for the auction. Ellen shyly agreed. She knew she could easily like Heath a lot and was eager to get to know him better.

* * * * * * * *

Ella spent several hours that afternoon with Victoria and Audra. She hadn’t had much of a chance to get to know the Barkley Matriarch, but found she was a wise and gracious woman. Audra left them along for a few minutes and Ella couldn’t resist asking a question that had been on her mind.

"Mrs. Barkley, may I ask you something?"

"Of course, Dear."

"I noticed you employ Silas. Has he always worked for you?"

"Since Jarrod was a baby. He’s been a godsend."

"Did you ever employ any female house servants?" Ella asked hesitantly.

"No. Only Silas. Why do you ask?"

"Oh, it’s nothing. I’m sorry, I bothered you," Ella replied.

"Ella, is something on your mind?"

"It’s silly."

"Not if it concerns you."

Ella found Victoria’s friendliness her undoing and began to talk about her concerns with Wilma. Although the woman had never done anything inappropriate, Ella had noticed that she was always friendly to Jonathon but rather cold to her. She wanted a baby so badly, and knew that Christine had conceived while using Wilma’s herbs, but she got an uneasy feeling from her housekeeper. Victoria listened to her concerns. She didn’t have any advice to offer, but just having someone to talk to helped Ella tremendously. She left the Barkley mansion that afternoon feeling relieved to have shared her growing burden.

* * * * * * * *

Ella awoke, feeling dizzy and unsettled. Jonathon had left for the morning already, but his side of the bed was still warm so she knew he hadn’t been gone long. She began to dress for the day and it was then she noticed the blood. The truth hit her hard: another month had passed, and she still had not conceived a child. She began to cry, but continued to dress. Usually the first day of her cycle was the worst, and she couldn’t get out of bed. Today, she pushed herself, not wanting to stay inside.

She walked downstairs and out the front door. She didn’t bother with breakfast but instructed Sam, one of the hands that was working in the barn, to saddle Carrington. Once she mounted her horse, Ella rode toward the west. When she was clear of the fence line she nudged Carrington into a full gallop. The tears in her eyes streamed down her face, but she didn’t bother to wipe them away.

Because Ella was distracted, she didn’t slow Carrington down and took a turn too quickly. With a cry of alarm she fell from the horse’s back and landed on the hard ground. The wind was knocked out of her, and she succumbed to unconsciousness.

* * * * * * * *

Heath was at one of the line shacks reloading it with supplies. His thoughts were on Ellen and the picnic they’d been on the day before. He thought he could really like this girl. She had shyly admitted that she didn’t know how to ride a horse. She’d grown up in a large city and her parents hadn’t felt she needed to learn to ride horseback. Ellen had always wanted to learn, and Heath found her an eager pupil.

He heard a horse and looked up to see Carrington approaching him. He called to the horse in a soft voice and then grabbed the reins. Noting the saddle, he looked around for Ella. Heath mounted Charger and led Carrington behind him. He went back in the direction Carrington had come. His heart stopped when he saw Ella’s unconscious form. He went quickly to her side and began to call out her name.

"Ella," he said with urgency. He felt for broken bones, but didn’t think there were any. He could tell she was breathing and sighed when he heard her moan.

"Jonathon?" she said softly.

"No, it’s Heath. Ella, can you hear me?"

Ella’s eyes opened. She blinked a few times before asking, "What happened?"

"I was hoping you could tell me. Does anything hurt?"

Ella thought for a minute.

"No. The last thing I remember was falling. I think I’m okay now. If you could help me up?"

Heath helped her to her feet and steadied her. She shook her head slightly, trying to clear her mind.

"Let’s get you home."

Ella didn’t argue with him and allowed him to help her mount her horse.

"You sure you can ride?" Heath asked, his voice filled with concern.

"Yes. Just don’t go too fast," she replied, bringing a hand up to her head which was beginning to pound.

They rode to the Sommers’ Ranch in slowly. Heath would ask her a question every so often to help her stay awake.

Jonathon was just coming from the barn when he saw Ella and Heath enter the yard. His face paled and he ran toward them.

"Ella! What happened?" he asked, directing his question to Heath.

"I fell off my horse," Ella answered before Heath could say anything as she allowed her husband to help her off Carrington.

"I was one of our line shacks when Carrington came galloping by riderless. I knew something had to be wrong, so I went in search of Ella. I found her unconscious."

"Sam!," Jonathon called and Heath didn’t miss the way Ella jumped.

"Jonathon, not so loud," she begged.

"I’m sorry, Honey," Jonathon apologized. Sam had come running at his employer’s call.

"You wanted me, sir?"

"Ride into town and get the doc."

"No, Jonathon. I’m ok. I just want to go lie down," Ella said softly.

"Go, Sam and hurry. Let’s get you inside," he said to Ella, picking her up in his arms. He turned back to Heath. "Thank you."

"Anytime. You’ll let us know how she is?" Heath asked, reluctant to leave, but knowing he would just be in the way if he stayed.

"Of course."

Jonathon took Ella up to their room and Wilma, having seen them coming, followed. Jonathon asked her to brew some tea, and she gladly complied.

Jonathon placed Ella on the bed and helped her get undressed. He slipped a white cotton nightgown over her head, then tucked her in bed.

"I’m sorry, Jonathon," Ella whispered, tears rolling down her cheeks.

"It’s ok, honey. But I wish you’d be more careful. What if you are expecting?"

"I’m not," came the flat reply. Wilma was waiting outside the door, unable to contain her smile. She took a deep breath, then entered the room. Jonathon asked her to put the tray down and leave them alone.

Jonathon gathered his crying wife in his arms.

"Shhh, it’s ok, honey. Shhh," he whispered over and over. Ella eventually calmed down and pushed from her husband’s arms to lie back down.

"I think it’s time for another visit to Dr. Milton," Jonathon said softly. Ella nodded.

"I’ll let Heath know we can’t go to the auction."

"No," Ella protested. "I can go by myself."

"I don’t want you going to San Francisco alone," Jonathon said firmly.

"Then I’ll ask Audra to go with me. We’ve been wanting to go to San Francisco to do some shopping anyway. The last time we saw Dr. Milton, he said we could stop in any time. Please, Jonathon. I want you to go on this trip. We need to find a mate for Carrington soon."

Jonathon sighed and reluctantly nodded his head in agreement. Dr. Merar arrived a short time later and checked Ella over. He declared she was fine, not even suffering a concussion. Jonathon thanked the doctor then went back to sit with his wife.

Chapter 11

Audra was excited to go to San Francisco with Ella. They had wired Jarrod who was already in San Francisco for a trial, and he agreed to let Audra and Ella stay with him at his townhouse. Dr. Merar had seen no reason why Ella couldn’t go since her fall, though Jonathon was still a bit leery.

"I’ll be fine," she had assured him over and over the night before he left with Heath for the auction. They were lying in bed, watching the flames as they danced around in the fireplace.

"I know. I just can’t help but wonder if I shouldn’t go with you."

"What could you do if you went? I’ll be sure to tell you all of what the doctor says. Besides, I know you’re going to find the perfect mate for Carrington at this auction."

Jonathon sighed as he held his wife close.

"When do you think you’ll be back?" she asked.

"Probably in two or three days. I don’t want to stay away longer than that."

"So you’ll get home before me?"

"Looks that way."

They were both silent for a few minutes, each lost in their own thoughts. Perhaps an outsider would have looked at their marriage and taken pity on one or both of them. Yet Jonathon had not felt this content since his first few years with Christine. Once she’d become ill, his days were consumed with caring for her. He didn’t consider Ella a child.

Ella, had never felt as safe as when she was in her husband’s arms. True, Jonathon was only a few years younger than her father, but she’d never thought of him that way. He was a kind, considerate man, who rarely lost his temper or spoke a harsh word. He was loyal, almost to a fault, some would say. Ella sighed and wrapped her arms around her husband. Other people’s opinions meant nothing to them.

"I don’t think Audra and I will stay longer than a four or five days," she said, yawning.

Jonathon kissed her head and both fell into a peaceful sleep.

* * * * * * * *

"Ella? Are you listening?"

Ella looked over at Audra who had been chatting non-stop since the train had pulled from Stockton.

"No, Audra. I’m sorry, I guess I wasn’t."

"Are you feeling alright?" Audra asked, her blue eyes wide with concern. Heath had told them of the fall Ella had taken and hoped her friend was not more seriously injured than they had thought.

"Yes. I’m sorry. I’m just distracted."

Audra decided to leave her friend alone with her thoughts for the rest of the trip. In truth, she had been talking non stop to keep from thinking about Carl Wheeler. She’d seen the invitation for the party her mother had sent to Carl. They’d been to many of the same functions since Audra had broken things off between them. Audra had considered Carl a closed chapter in her life. She never wanted to betray Nick and that’s what she felt like she would be doing if she started seeing him again. It had surprised her to learn that Carl was the only one of Audra’s beaus that Nick had liked. Carl and Nick had been childhood friends. Audra had expected Nick to be upset when they started dating, but as she looked back, she realized he hadn’t had a problem with it at all.

Maybe...maybe Audra would have a chance to talk to Carl some at the engagement party. Nick had obviously forgiven him. They met once a month to play poker in town, that much she knew. Perhaps it was time for Audra to grow up and forgive Carl as well. She had liked him so much. He didn’t treat her as his friend’s little sister, but as a desirable woman.

Audra’s thoughts were interrupted by the train’s whistle. They were arriving in San Francisco. They were gathering their things just as Jarrod entered the car. He greeted his sister with a kiss on the cheek and nodded to Ella. Jarrod took the heaviest of the bags, and took them to the waiting hack that would take them to his townhouse. Audra was standing beside the door waiting for Ella.

"Are you ready?" Audra called to her.

"I can’t find one of my bags."

Audra came back into the railcar.

"Which one?"

"The small one. It was red with black fringe. It has the herbs in it that I need to take," Ella explained as she looked all around.

"Maybe Jarrod picked it up by mistake?" Audra suggested.

"No, I think I remember leaving it on the bed. Wilma said I’m supposed to take the herbs every day for them to be effective."

"Do you know the name of the herb? Perhaps we can buy more here?"

Ella smiled. "Yes, it goes by two different names. Queen Anne’s Lace and Wild Carrot. I’ve seen the names on the bottle."

"I’ll ask Jarrod if he knows where we can buy herbs," Audra said, trying to sound encouraging. Ella thanked her friend and the two went to find Jarrod.

* * * * * * * *

Heath and Jonathon had ridden hard for most of the day. Jonathon was pleased with his purchase: a handsome stallion. His eyes were clear, his coat shiny and Jonathon was certain Ella would approve. He smiled when he thought about seeing the look on her face.

Though they were only a few hours from home, they decided to spend one more night on the trail to give the horses some rest. Heath had enjoyed his time with Jonathon and found that the man had a wonderful sense of humor. He could also tell the man was deeply in love with his wife. Heath turned his thoughts to Ellen. He was going to ask her to accompany him to Jarrod and Melissa’s engagement party. They’d had a great time together during lunch and the picnic the week before. She was an intelligent and vibrant person. Yet there was a softness....a shyness that Heath found endearing.

"Ready for dinner?" Jonathon interrupted Heath’s thoughts.

"Sure am. Figure I could eat a bear all by myself," Heath responded.

"Well, this ain’t a bear, but some small fish. Hope you’ll settle for that," Jonathon said, chuckling.

They began their dinner in silence, listening to the night sounds. The fire crackled, sending up sparks of flame and ashes into the air. Crickets sang to one another and birds called to one another.

"Beautiful night," Jonathon said softly.

"Yup."

"I like it when you can see the stars clearly and when the moon is full. Something about being outside at night...fills me with peace."

Heath nodded, having felt the same way many times.

"I bet you wonder how any decent man in his fifties could marry a child, don’t you," Jonathon said. Heath hadn’t been expecting this turn in the conversation, but years of playing poker kept him from visibly starting.

"Can’t say as it’s any of my business, Jonathon," Heath replied evenly.

"It isn’t. But I like you, Heath. And I’d like you to understand, not to gain your approval, I don’t need that. I consider you a friend, and I want to tell you."

Heath took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. Did he want to hear Jonathon’s explanation? He was torn. Yes, he did, because he couldn’t fathom what Jonathon had been thinking. And no, he didn’t want to know, especially if the reason weren’t good enough.

"I can’t stop you from telling me, Jonathon. But I want you to know you don’t have to."

"Thanks, Heath. I know that."

Jonathon was silent for a few minutes, and Heath assumed he’d changed his mind. The stars twinkled above their heads, and Heath focused on the brightest one he could find. His mother had called that star the wishing star. Most thought the wishing star was the first one to appear in the night sky. Heath’s mama had told her son differently. The brightest star was the one you were to hang your hopes on, and Heath was doing exactly that when Jonathon began to talk.

"I married my first wife when we were eighteen. Neither of us had much, but we loved each other. Christine wasn’t what some would call a beauty, but she had a good heart. She loved people and always wanted to help. She’d give someone the clothes off her back if she felt like they needed them more than she did. That was what drew me to her. She was my best friend, the one I wanted to grow old with. When she died..." Jonathon’s voice trailed off. Heath said nothing, but waited for him to continue.

"When she died, a part of me died. My grief was too much for me to bear by myself. I didn’t think I could ever love anyone again. I was doing business with Ella’s father a few years later and he said he wanted me to consider marrying his daughter. He explained how he believed in arranged marriages and he thought we’d make a good match. I’d been missing Christine something fierce about that time and thought maybe I’d give love another chance. When I first met Ella, I had no idea she was so young. I remember the first time I saw her, she took my breath away."

Jonathon paused, and Heath thought he knew exactly how Jonathon felt. Ella had the same affect on him when he’d first seen her. He decided he wouldn’t share that thought with his friend though.

"When I found out Ella was only 15 and just barely that, I told Caleb it wouldn’t work. He asked me not to make any decisions yet, but to get to know Ella. Have you ever heard the term ‘Old Soul’, Heath?"

Heath nodded.

"That’s what Ella is. She’s young, but she has a maturity about her most young women don’t have. I fought my affection for her, knowing that in society’s eyes it wouldn’t be right. I didn’t want Ella to feel she had to marry some old man to satisfy her father. We talked quite a bit about it, almost as though we were discussing a business deal. Guess we were, if you want to look at that way. I told Ella it was her choice. I told her my age, about Christine...I let her decide. I told her she had the freedom to tell me no. She smiled ever so sweetly and said, ‘I made up my mind the moment I saw you. I know you are the one for me.’ And that was that. We were married a few months later. Has she regretted marrying an old man? I don’t know. If she has, she hasn’t let on in any way. Have I regretted marrying what some would call a child? No...because she isn’t one. She's brightened my life up in a way I never thought possible."

Jonathon poured himself a cup of coffee and sat back against a fallen log. Heath watched him for a while, noting that as he talked about Ella, his face glowed. Heath sighed.

"I hope to find that kind of love someday," Heath said quietly.

"You will. Of that I have no doubt."

Continued...