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 Hearts Pursuing, Part II… by Frauee

 

Heath heard her cry out from her place on the large chair in the corner.  He moved in front of her and gently shook her shoulders.

 

“Wake up Bella.  You’re dreaming.”

 

She opened her eyes with a gasp, saw Heath and slumped forward into his arms.  She fought to regain control of her breaths.

 

“Oh Heath.  It was horrible.  I was trying to catch someone and he turned and killed me.”  Tears welled in her eyes.  “Thank God you were here.  I’ve heard that if you dream your death, you die in your sleep.  Oh God Heath…”

 

He had held Isabel through many a nightmare, but this one had shaken her like no other.  She had truly thought it was real.  Her whole body trembled.  He reached his hand up to her forehead.  She instantly laughed through her tears and brushed it away.

 

“I’m not sick.  Stop that.  We have enough sick people around here.”

 

She took a deep breath and chided him for letting her sleep at all.  She stood and crossed the room to Nick’s bed, where he slept fitfully.  She sat at the side of the bed and dipped a cloth in the basin of cool water on the nightstand and wiped his brow. 

 

“I think he’s better.  Have you checked on the others recently?”

 

“Yeah, they’re all sleeping.  You did it.  They’re all getting better.”

 

“We did it.  I couldn’t have done it with out you.”  She smiled and took the hand he held out to her.

 

“You’re going to make a wonderful mother some day.”

 

“I’ll only be as good as my children’s father.”  She stood, kissed his cheek and left.  He knew she was checking on mother and Audra.  It was not that she doubted his opinion, but like him, she needed to see for herself.

 

The New Year had brought the valley cold and wet weather and wave upon wave of sickness.  The ranch was not alone in its suffering.  Victoria had known something was wrong, when Nick grew quiet.  For a day, his loud bellows went unheard.  Nick was a grown man, but when he got sick, which was rare, he reverted to a timid little boy. 

 

Isabel taunted him as they forced him to his room.  “The bigger they are, the harder they fall Nicky.” 

 

He grumbled as they tucked him into his bed.  “This is a working ranch.  I got things to do.”  Within minutes he was sound asleep.  By that evening, Audra had also fallen victim and Nick’s fever had risen.  Victoria and Isabel took turns in each room, plying the two with water and broth.  Neither managed to keep much down, but every little bit helped.  Heath returned after a long day to report several of the hands were ill as well.  He cleaned up and proceeded to help the woman with the care, until they ushered him to bed.

 

“You worry about the ranch and we’ll take care of these two.”

 

“Fine, but just don’t go making yourselves sick too.  Rest, will ya?  And come get me if you need help.”  He grudgingly left and soon fell fast asleep.  Isabel couldn’t resist stopping to watch him sleep.  She and Victoria took turns getting some rest. 

 

By morning, things looked worse.  The doctor, who offered little hope, saw both Audra and Nick.  “It’s everywhere.  It hasn’t been fatal, but it doesn’t let go easily.  Keep doing what your doing.  There is little else I can offer.”

He left various medicines and promised to return the next day.

 

Heath was stopping in for a quick snack when he happened across his mother about to collapse.  He caught her around the waist and held her for a moment.  She tried shooing him away, but he released a hand to check her forehead and found the dreaded fever.  He scooped her into his arms and called to Isabel, who met them at the top of the stairs.

 

Victoria continued to deny her illness and struggled against the pressure she was receiving to stay in bed. 

 

“Oh mum, you will stop this.  You lie back and rest.”  Victoria smiled despite herself.  Isabel had just used the tone of voice Victoria herself had always adopted with her children.  She conceded and lay back on her pillows.  Perhaps just a short nap would do her some good.

 

Heath cut back on ranch work to help Isabel.  He strolled in to Nick’s room with a bowl of soup, just as his brother was attempting to stand.  He quickly set the tray down and got his brother’s arm, as he began to fall over. 

 

“Where are you going?”

 

“No where you need to follow.  Lem’me go.”  He tried unsuccessfully to pull his arm from Heath’s strong grasp. 

 

“Ya ain’t going alone, so buck up and take the help while I’m still offering.  Unless of course, you’d rather I get Izzy to help ya?” 

 

Nick needed no time to consider those options.  “Lead on brother, lead on.”

 

When Nick had been settled back in bed, Heath placed the soup tray across his lap and moved the spoon to his mouth.  Nick growled and took the spoon.

 

“I can feed myself.”

 

“Go ahead.”

 

“Where’s everybody?  Who’s running the ranch?”

 

“Jarrod has his trial yet, so we made him stay put.  Mother and Audra are in their rooms, giving Isabel far less trouble.”

 

“Mother and Audra are sick too?  Are they ok?”

 

“Like you, they will be.  Now quit gabbing and start eating before I feed you.”

 

“Sir, yes Sir!”  And he shoveled a spoonful of soup into his mouth.  He had to admit, it tasted good.   A steak would be better, but this was a start.

 

Four days later and the house was starting to look much more lively.  Jarrod had finished his case and returned to assist in the final days of care for both his ill loved ones and the ranch.  Nick was enjoying watching Jarrod return from ranch work.  Jarrod had accused him of lounging in bed longer then necessary in order to subject his brother to more ranch work.  It had been quite a lively discussion.  Heath had settled it by ushering Jarrod from the room.  Recoveries were quickly advancing.

 

On this morning the whole family was gathered for breakfast.  Silas had prepared a feast to celebrate the return of health to everyone.  It was perhaps premature.  Heath was moving slowly.  He assumed his body was catching up with the pace of the last week.  As he took his place next to Isabel that morning, his stomach flipped.  As plates of tempting food swelled the table, it flopped back.  As he stood to make a plate for himself, he couldn’t hold back and rushed from the room.  All eyes watched him and Nick and Isabel followed. 

 

They had Heath settled in bed and Nick couldn’t resist teasing him as well.  He was feeling much better. 

 

“So, you just couldn’t get sick when the rest of us did, huh?”  He nodded to Isabel.  “Ya just had to have her nursing you all to yourself huh?”  Well don’t you think you’re gonna get away with this.  I will save all those projects you’ve saving for me.  Just get better soon, hear.”  He ruffled the blond hair as he turned to leave.

 

Isabel smiled at Heath as he drifted to sleep.  She feared it would get worse before it got better.  At least now she knew the routine.  She hoped that might spare him some discomfort.  She settled into the chair nearest his bed and watched him sleep.  She hoped he was dreaming of her.  It brought a smile to her face and her body, also craving rest from the week’s work, soon followed Heath into slumber.  She knew the content of her dreams very well.

 

Duke McCall gave the telegram to Nick early in the afternoon, but Nick forgot to deliver it.  Sitting in the parlor, waiting for Victoria to finish settling Heath before dinner, he suddenly remembered it and gave it to Isabel.  It had taken both Victoria and Nick to get Izzy from Heath’s side, even for just the meal.

 

“Here.  Duke picked this up in town for you.”

 

“Thanks Nick.  I’m glad you didn’t forget.”  She opened the telegram and smiled.

 

“What’s it say?”  Nick was curious.

 

“Must be good news to bring that smile to your face Izzy.”  Jarrod observed.

 

She read the words that had brought a smile to her face.  “Liam Winthrop to arrive on 10am train.”  She hadn’t seen her father since summer.  She missed him.  He sent telegrams occasionally, but not regularly enough.  No one had had to tell her what he was doing.  She knew her father.  She knew he wouldn’t rest until he had found the man responsible for her kidnapping.  Although she wished he were here, she slept better knowing he was on task.  Her father was not a man easily deterred, and if she knew her father, whom she did, he was enjoying himself along the way.

 

She hated leaving Heath, but this was her father and he was mostly sleeping.  Nick hitched the buggy and drove her to town.  There was a cold, damp wind that continued to blow, but she didn’t notice.  She was buzzing with excitement.  Nick was happy for her.  He also hoped Liam was bringing them good news.  It would be nice to fall asleep at night without worry for her safety.

 

They arrived early and waited.  The train arrived on time and Isabel scanned the doors for her father’s face.  No one was stepping off anymore, and yet Liam had yet to be seen.  Nick joined her search.

 

“He must have missed the train.”  He offered optimistically.

 

“He would have wired us Nick.”  She was concerned now. 

 

Nick became distracted by actions from the freight car.  He was watching a man in a dark suit ask the depot workers a question and other men unloading a coffin.  The depot worker pointed at them.  The man in the suit turned and walked toward them.  He passed Nick and stopped in front of Isabel. 

 

“Miss Winthrop?”

 

He saw the confusion in her face.  “Yes.  How can I help you?”

 

It was his turn to be confused.  “I am Marshal Merrick.  I wired you.  We have your father.”

 

Nick instantly understood what he had seen and his heart broke for what he knew was coming. 

 

“What?  This must be some mistake.  My father is no criminal.  What on earth do you think he has done?”

 

John Merrick was stunned.  She didn’t seem to understand.  “Ma’am, your father’s not done anything.  I’ve brought you his body.”

 

(12)

 

She didn’t believe what she was hearing.  “You must be mistaken.  My father is in Denver.”

 

“No, Miss Winthrop, no mistake.  Didn’t you get my wire?”

 

Nick was not prepared for this.  Isabel was moving, but as if she were in a dream.  She reached into her bag and pulled out the telegram.  Merrick took it from her hand and read it.

 

“I’m sorry ma’am.  There must have been some mistake.  This is the second wire.  Didn’t you get the first?”

 

Nick stepped in quietly and took Isabel’s arm.  She was so silent and still, he was scared for her.  “This is all we got.”

 

“Again, I am so very sorry.  I don’t know how this could have happened.”  He wanted to get away from this horrible error.  “If you could tell me where to take the body, I will arrange for a wagon.”

 

Isabel made no move.  Nick again took control.  “Have them bring it to the Barkley ranch.  He’ll be buried there.  We’ll meet you there.”

 

He guided Isabel to the buggy and settled her in.  He reached under the seat and wrapped a blanket around her.  She had been warmed by her excitement on the way to town, he was afraid of the cold now.  He need not of bothered. She felt nothing.  She stared straight ahead.

 

When they arrived back at the ranch, Nick dismounted and went in the house.  He left Isabel, knowing she would go nowhere.  He found his family and quickly told them what had happened.  They grabbed wraps and coats and went out to Isabel. 

 

Merrick had made quick work of getting a wagon loaded and followed the Barkley carriage.  As he entered the yard, he pulled up to a stop some distance from the house.  He wasn’t sure where they wanted the body.  He saw a group of people approaching and waited for instruction. 

 

Nick helped Isabel out and she moved from those reaching out to her, toward the wagon.  She climbed into the back and began to tear at the lid.  Tears were already flowing down Audra and Victoria’s cheeks as they watched the distraught girl.  Nick climbed in behind her and tried to pull her out.

 

He spoke calmly and quietly so as not to startle her.  “Come on Dizzy.  Let’s go in the house.  It’s cold out here.  Jarrod and I will take care of things.”  He pulled at her waist.

 

“No.  It’s not him.  They’re wrong.”  She turned and acknowledged him for the first time.  “Help me Nick.  Help me open it.  We have to prove them wrong.  It’s not papa.”

 

“No honey.  Leave it be.  You don’t want to see this.  It’s been too long.”

 

“NO!  STOP IT!  I WANT TO SEE HIM.”  She fought Nick’s arms and continued to claw at the lid.  She struggled so hard, she was cutting her fingertips and blood could be seen on the lid.  Nick, although easily strong enough to handle Izzy, was apparently still a bit weakened, and was having difficulty with her return assault. 

 

 Victoria could take no more.  She told Nick and Jarrod to get her out of the wagon and she sent one of the hands to town for the doctor.  She ordered several others to store the coffin in the icehouse.  As Nick struggled with Isabel, Jarrod moved in to help him.  She kicked and screamed and fought them both.  They dragged her into the house and risked letting her go.  She screamed vile things at them and made for the door.  Nick sidestepped her and blocked her path.  She kicked and clawed at him.  Jarrod was moving in from behind, but she sensed that and ducked away from them.  She wailed and screamed as she stumbled through the entryway pleading desperately with the family. 

 

“LET ME SEE HIM!  I JUST WANT TO SEE HIM!”  It was obvious to them all that she had no idea what she was doing or saying.  

 

Victoria tried to settle her nerves and pleaded calmly with the hurting woman.  Nothing worked.

 

Heath had been sleeping and missed the commotion in the yard, but heard Isabel’s anguished cries in the house.  He dragged himself from his bed and stumbled to the door.  He paused a moment to gather his legs and moved to the top of the stairs.  He saw the woman he loved, circling the room and fighting all offers of help, even from Nick.

 

“Bella?”  His voice was quiet.  He hadn’t been prepared to speak.  He worried that there was no way she had heard him. But she had.

 

She calmed instantly and turned to the source.  There he was, in his sleep pants at the top of the stairs, calling to her.  She moved to him, taking one step at a time.  With each step she told him more.

 

“They think he’s dead.”

 

“Come on Bella.”  He cautiously took a step down to her.  He didn’t understand.  He also didn’t want to scare her or risk falling himself.

 

“Tell them to let me see him Heath.  They won’t let me see him.”  Her voice was small and pathetic.  As if she had tired of life.  It worried him.  He didn’t see Liam and suddenly his mind registered what must have happened.  He knew all too well that this was a seemingly unbearable grief. 

 

He didn’t deny her.  They simply continued to advance toward each other slowly.

 

“He can’t be dead.  He can’t.  He’s gonna protect me.  He has always protected me.  Who’s gonna protect me if he’s gone?”

 

He reached out to her as they met in the middle of the stairwell.  She fell to her knees on the step in front of her and he let himself fall down as well.  He took her into his arms and held her.  His still foggy mind struggled to grasp everything.

 

She didn’t cry.  She didn’t shake.  She was perfectly still, mumbling unintelligibly to herself.  He held her, instinctively rocking her suffering form.  He allowed himself a moment to consider what he had just learned.  He thought of Isabel’s dream.  Liam Winthrop was dead.  Had she dreamed her father’s death?

 

The family looked at the scene and grew numb as well.

 

Heath had no idea how long he held Isabel on the stairs that day.  When she seemed calm, perhaps asleep, Nick stepped up to them and carefully pulled her into his arms and carried her to her room.  Victoria helped Heath follow.  She knew better then to direct him back to his bed.  He took a place in the chair nearest her bed.  The doctor came and after ordering Heath back to bed, he checked Isabel over. 

 

“She is in shock.  I don’t want to risk giving her anything unless necessary.  If she gets hysterical again, as you described, I’ve left something on the chest of drawers.  I’ve cleaned up her hands.  They looked worse then they were.  She needs rest, and a good dose of love.”  He hesitated a moment.  “She isn’t going to handle this well.  He was her world.”  Victoria and Nick nodded agreement.

 

He stopped to check on Heath again, who was grumbling about being from her side.

 

“Heath, the last thing she needs right now is you getting worse, or giving this to her.”

 

Heath had no choice but to agree with his assessment.  Once away from her side, his illness flooded back in force.  He was warm and cold, achy and sleepy.  He couldn’t fight the hands that were tucking him back under the covers.  Before he knew it, he was dozing.  Sleep would evade him, but resting with his eyes closed helped.

 

Nick still sat at Isabel’s bedside.  He had never seen her like this.  She had been hysterical, but at the same time he sensed vulnerability and fear like never before.  He had always thought of her as indestructible, but the proof was here before him. She had shattered.  He knew how hard it was to lose a parent.  It had almost killed him to lose his father.  He looked up and saw his mother watching.  He had her.  His mother’s strength had gotten him through his loss.  He prayed Izzy would see the family as strength for her.

 

Jarrod had taken the marshal into the study and they exchanged all the information they had.  After assuring Jarrod that they would continue to investigate and stay in touch, he departed.

 

The family gathered in Heath’s room, leaving Isabel’s door open should she wake, to hear Jarrod’s report.

 

“They have no idea exactly when it happened.  He was found at the end of an alley with a bullet to his chest.  He died instantly.  He had all his possessions, including his gun in his hand.  It wasn’t robbery.  He had over $1000 cash in his wallet.  There was a snowfall, so the body was covered for days.  It also obscured any possible clues.  They aren’t even 100% sure when he died.”

 

“So it appears he found the man, but was not fast enough?”  Nick spoke for all their thoughts.

 

“We have no evidence to prove that, but it’s a good guess.  Marshal Merrick agrees.  He will keep us posted.  I told him everything we know.”

 

“Poor Izzy.  What will she do when she finds out?”  It was Audra’s turn to voice the concern they all had. 

 

“Can we bury him tomorrow please?”  They turned stunned to find Isabel in the doorway.  She looked exhausted and her voice was lifeless.  There were still no tears.

 

“Yes, dear.  Whatever you want.”  Victoria attempted to move to her side, but Isabel shied away.

 

“Nick and I will take care of things Isabel, don’t worry.  We’ll place him next to your mother.”

 

She thought a moment.  “Bury him on her right, he always said it was his favorite place to be.  I never understood why.  He’d like that.”  She turned and left them just as quietly.  She shut her door behind her, effectively shutting out the world.

 

When Victoria came to her door in the morning, she opened it to find Isabel sitting at her vanity brushing her hair.  She was dressed in a black dress.  Victoria carried a tray of food and set it in front of her. 

 

“Thank you, but I’m not hungry.  How’s Heath?  I should see him.  It was wrong of me to leave him.”   

 

She spoke, but Victoria noted that there was no life, no emotion or even the slightest inflection in her words.  It scared her.  She was calm, almost too calm.  She had locked her grief up tight and Victoria knew it wasn’t healthy.

 

“You need to eat.  Heath is better.  He is more worried about you.  Perhaps you want to sit with him until we are ready to leave.” 

 

Isabel nodded her head and stood to go.

 

“Sweetheart, we love you and we are here for you.  You are not alone.  Let us help.  We loved him too and we will miss him.”

 

Her words went ignored, so she tried another approach.

 

“Please eat something before you go to Heath.” 

 

Isabel returned to her chair and selected a piece of toast and nibbled on it. 

 

Victoria went to Heath’s room to update him as she had promised. 

 

The next days droned on.  Isabel offered no communication, unless asked a direct and impersonal question.  She kept to herself and avoided all, including Heath.  Victoria had instructed her children to leave Isabel alone.  She would come to them when she was ready.  It worried them all that she had shown no emotion.  Not one tear had touched her cheeks to the best of their knowledge.  Although they did give her space, they were never far.

 

Jarrod called Isabel into the study after breakfast, just a week after they had buried Liam. 

 

“Honey, I was working on your father’s estate.  He left everything to you of course, but there is quite a bit that could use some direction.  Do you feel up to talking about this?”

 

Isabel looked to the papers on the desk.  “Are those his?”

 

“Yes.”

 

“I’ll look them over.”  She sat down at his chair and picked up the first stack of papers.  When next she looked up, the room around her was dark.  She stood, stretched and left the room.  She found the family gathering in the parlor for dinner.  Nick offered her a drink, which she declined.

 

“It seems Papa’s holdings were even more extensive then I imagined.  I think it is best if I go to San Francisco to meet with his lawyers to settle many of the affairs.  I’ll leave tomorrow.”

 

On those words, she turned and left the room.  They were stunned.  Heath followed her out.

 

“What? She can’t just leave.  Damn it, this has gone on long enough.  She needs to talk and I am gonna make her.”  He slammed his drink on the table and moved to follow her.

 

Victoria stopped him.  “Nicholas.  This might be good for her.  At least she is showing some initiative.”

 

“Mother, may I remind you that there is a man out there trying to get her.  He killed Liam.  He is one step closer to her now.  She shouldn’t be going off on her own.”

 

“I can take her.  She may need my help and she can stay at my house.  Then at least I can watch over her.”

 

“That is an excellent idea Jarrod.  Does that help you Nick?”

 

“I still don’t think she should go.”

 

Heath followed her up the stairs and caught her arm.

 

“I need to pack.”

 

“Why are you going?”

 

“It will be far easier to conduct this business in the city Heath. Please. I need…” She stumbled over her words.

 

“You need to let me help Bella.”  His voice pleaded with her.

 

“I need to go.”  She turned and entered her room and closed the door behind her. 

 

She left the next morning.  If she was annoyed by Jarrod’s presence, she didn’t show it.  Upon arriving in the city, they settled in at Jarrod’s.  He suggested a short walk, but she declined.  She asked him where she might set up office and he showed her the study. 

 

“Will this do?”

 

“Yes, thank you.  I will be looking for a place of my own, so I won’t be underfoot too long.”

 

This shocked him.  “That’s not necessary.  Surely it won’t be so long as to require a house of your own.  I have plenty of space here.”

 

“I have no idea how long I will be staying.  I won’t impose.”

 

“But what about the ranch?  Heath?”

 

She offered him silence as an answer.  The hope for her improvement disappeared and he worried how his brother would take the news.  He didn’t want to be this bearer.

 

(13)

He couldn’t believe his good fortune.  He was prepared to wait bide his time, but here she was, all alone in San Francisco.  He could make his move.  She was vulnerable after the loss of her father.  The smile never left his lips as he strolled past her newly acquired house.

 

Jarrod managed to convince her to return to the ranch after several weeks.  She was out at the stables checking Hera and ‘Bubbles’, while the family talked.

 

“She bought the townhouse around the corner and has already hired a staff.  She plans to move in next week.”

 

“Oh Jarrod, why?”  Victoria was very worried by this turn of events.  She spied Heath for a reaction, but saw only his heavily guarded face.

 

“She insists that it is reasonable to have a place in town.  She has also set up an office.  I will say this, she has quite a head for business.”

 

Victoria smiled as she reminisced.  “She got that from both her parents.”

 

Nick had been listening and hadn’t liked the direction the conversation was going.   “Listen to you two.  Izzy belongs here.  She can conduct any business here.  Have you forgotten that a man is out there and he isn’t afraid to kill?” 

 

“Nick”

 

“Don’t you Nick me.  I am the only one making sense here.”  He turned to Heath.  “And you.  How can you just sit there and listen to this?”

 

“I’m not.”  He stood up and left the room.

 

He understood Nick’s frustration; he felt it himself.  He wanted to grab Isabel and just hold her until she broke.  He knew she was holding it all in.  He also knew she needed time though.  When she was ready, she would come to him.  He felt strongly about that, and for that belief, he did, as she wanted, and left her alone.  It had been so hard, and was getting harder.

 

He found her stroking Hera’s neck.  Although it was not yet confirmed, Nick felt strongly the union of Zeus and Hera had been successful.  It was still early though.  Nick had expected it to move Izzy to come home, but it hadn’t. 

 

“Dinner’s almost ready.” 

 

“Thanks”

 

“So, Jarrod says you have bought a home in San Francisco.”

 

“My father’s business will take a lot more of my time.”

 

“What about us?”

 

He watched as she took in a long breath and held it.  She was stalling.  Fear crept into his heart. 

 

“It’s important to me that everything is handled right.”

 

“Am I part of everything?”  It broke his heart to have to ask.  And he dreaded her answer even more.

 

“I have to do this.”

 

“I understand; I just want to know if I still play a part.  I can help.”

 

“I’m not any good for you right now Heath.”  For the first time in their conversation, she looked at him.  She longed to share her fears with him, but she knew once she allowed the smallest chink in her armor, it would crumble.

 

“I’m here for you always Bella.”

 

“That’s the problem.”  She moved quickly past him and he watched her enter the house. 

 

His heart was pounding and he struggled to control his breaths.  Had she just broken up with him?  He didn’t understand.  He thought she just needed time to grieve on her own, but this seemed to be going too far.  He collected his emotions and stuffed them down into his center and followed her in. 

 

Heath tried to get Isabel alone to talk further with him, but she had become very adept at avoiding people when she wanted.  She left the next morning to return to San Francisco and he was left with more doubt then he had ever felt in his life.  The whole family sensed his mood.  They all prayed Isabel would find it in her to return.  They had all grown used to her presence and missed it.  They knew Heath suffered, but no one, not even Nick, had been able to draw him out on the topic.

 

Weeks again had passed before Jarrod was able to convince Isabel to return to the ranch.  She tried to resist him, but he had eventually worn her down and she relented. 

 

The house was a buzz at her impending return.  All had secretly planned to go to whatever lengths to convince her to stay.  They all assumed that her time apart had made strides to improving her mood. 

 

She entered the foyer with Jarrod.  She was dressed in a basic black traveling dress.  She had worn nothing but black or dark grey since Liam’s death.  Although they had expected her to remain in mourning, it still sorrowed them to see her this way.  She was pale and her face was drawn.  It was obvious she was neither sleeping, nor eating much.  She was entirely too thin.  Isabel’s appearance fueled Victoria’s desire to keep her home and care for her properly. 

 

By Barkley standards, dinner and indeed the entire evening, passed quietly.  There was polite conversation, but no spark of the banter that usually enveloped them.  Isabel excused herself early, saying she was tired, and left for her room.  Heath followed her.  He stopped her at her door. 

 

“I was wondering if you would want to ride tomorrow morning?”  He held his breath waiting for her answer.  He prayed she had missed him and wanted this time as much as he did.

 

She hesitated.  She wanted to say no.  She couldn’t.  “All right.”

Heath’s spirits soared.  The smile on his face could have been seen in Denver.  “I’m glad.  Sleep well.”

 

She rewarded him with a smile and entered her room.  She closed her door and leaned against it.  Fear gripped her heart, as it did so often.  She fought to remember a time she had not been afraid.  It consumed her.  She berated herself for accepting Heath’s invitation.  She had to stay strong for his own good.

 

Heath entered the dining room as the family was seated for breakfast. 

 

“It’s a beautiful morn’ Isabel, we should have a great ride.”

 

She smiled, but said nothing.  They finished their meal and Heath offered Isabel his arm.  He escorted her out to the yard where the horses waited.  They mounted and rode out.  Nick could not help but smile at their departure.  Heath’s excitement was evident and Nick suspected that in this mood, Heath would come back successful.

 

They started on their usual trail and in no time at all, had reached the oak and her swing.  She dismounted and walked over to it, but did not sit.

 

“I’ll push you.”  His face held her favorite lopsided grin, but she was not ready.

 

“No thanks.  I feel like walking.” 

 

They walked over the knoll and checked out Barkley-Winthrop.  The jumping ring had been built, but not used.  They spoke of the horses and buildings in a very businesslike manner.  Heath’s spirits began to sag.  He took a chance and directed her back toward the river.

 

“How are you?”  He was looking for the right thing to say that would get her to open up.

 

“Fine.  I am very busy.”  He knew she was lying.  And she knew he knew it.

 

“Bella, I have to know.  What did you mean what you said I am always around?  If I have done something wrong, I need to know.  I would never hurt you.” 

 

She smiled and pain entered her eyes.  “You never have and you never would.  It’s me who causes the pain.”

 

“You just lost your father.  It’s natural you would want time to yourself, but not forever Bella.  I… We all are worried about you.  We want to help.”

 

Her lower lip began to tremble and tears hinted at her eyes.  She forced them back and held firm. 

 

“That’s the problem isn’t it?”  Her voice was quiet, but confident.

 

“I don’t understand; you don’t want us to care?”

 

“He’s dead because he loved me.”  It was even quieter.

 

“What?”

 

“He died protecting me.  It’s my fault.  He should have been here.”  She stopped and let her words sink in.  “If I stay, it will happen again.”

 

“No”

 

“If my own father couldn’t stop him….” Her voice trembled now.

 

He had no idea what to say.  His first instinct was to offer his life for hers, but her knew that would only reinforce her fears. 

 

“This is the last pain you will suffer at his hands Isabel.  I promise.”

 

“I can’t risk losing you Heath, or Nick or anyone.  I won’t let you.”

 

“I hope this comes out right,” He paused.   “But you don’t have a choice.  We’re going to be here for you, no matter what.  I know it doesn’t ease your mind, but keeping us away doesn’t help either.”  He watched her face and knew she was considering his words.  He pressed on.  “Your father loved you and did what he did to make sure you were safe.  You couldn’t have changed that.  And you can’t change it now.”

 

“But…”

 

“No Buts, maybe that’s why this happened.  Maybe we just need to stick close and let him make his move.  I promise you Bella.  He will not hurt you with us here.”

 

“I’m so afraid.”

 

“I am too, but we need to be together to get through this.  Please stay.”

 

“I don’t want anyone hurt because…” He stopped her by pushing his index finger against her lips. 

 

“No.”

 

She moved from him and sat on the swing.  No more words were necessary.  He moved behind her and lightly pushed her.  They stayed there in comfortable silence for a long time.

 

(14)

 

Isabel stayed at the ranch.  She continued to be ruled by her fears.  She was quiet and reserved.  Heath knew she was still holding back.  There was no kissing or holding.  It was an effort for her to be here.  Her fears of the man were replaced by the fear of him hurting one of them, and yet she stayed, so he supported her.  He had explained Isabel’s feelings to the family after she had retired that same evening.  Nick found it very ironic that her concern was for them and not her own safety.  They understood and were prepared to help quell her fears as well. 

 

One afternoon, as Isabel was out riding with Heath, visitors appeared at the ranch.  As Victoria opened the door, two men greeted her.   Both were tall.  One was younger, with long brown curly hair and the other was older, perhaps a bit older then Jarrod, but very distinguished looking.  The older man spoke first.

 

“I beg your pardon.  Is this the Barkley residence?”

 

“Yes, I am Victoria Barkley, how may I help you?”

 

“My name is Vincent Layton and this is Dante Dumas, we are old friends of Isabella Winthrop and we heard she was staying here.  Might she be present?”

 

“I am afraid you have just missed her.  She has gone on a ride with my son.  I was just about to have tea, will you join me to wait?”

 

He exchanged glances with his partner and replied.  “It would be our extreme pleasure.”

 

They visited for about an hour before Isabel returned.  During this time, Victoria, now joined by an immediately smitten Audra, discovered that the men had met Liam and Isabel while they were in Europe.  As it turned out, Dante was an amazing tenor who had wowed the crowns of Europe and was now performing here.  Vincent Layton was his manager.  They had been in the country for about a year and had been touring the major cities. 

 

“We were just arriving in Denver when we read about Liam’s death in the papers. It must have been such a shock for Isabella.  How is she doing?”  Dante’s voice expressed true concern.

 

“She has taken his death very hard, but time is a great healer.  Audra, perhaps you would like to show our guests the gardens, while I check on dinner.  You will stay won’t you?”

 

“If you’re sure it is no trouble, we would love to.”  Vincent answered for Dante, but he nodded his head in agreement and stood to offer his arm to Audra.  She graciously accepted and led them to the gardens.

 

Isabel entered the house and made for the stairs.  She wanted to freshen up before the boys got home.  Heath had left her to check with Nick, who had just returned from the south range.  She started up the stairs, when Audra was bringing their guests in from the patio.  Audra called to Isabel, who stopped and turned. 

 

Isabel couldn’t believe her eyes.  She was momentarily shocked.  She regained her composure and walked to greet her old friends.  They both hugged her warmly. 

 

“Isabella.”

 

“Dante, Vincent, what are you doing here?” 

 

Dante enthusiastically answered her questions.  “We’ve been touring for a while.  We hoped to run into you, but then we heard about your father and we decided to wait a bit.  But now we are on our way to our engagement in San Francisco and had to visit.”

 

Vincent joined in.  “Isabella, we were so sorry to hear about Liam.  He was a great man.  I know you must miss him terribly.  It was a great loss.”

 

“Thank you.”  She paused.  “I still can’t believe you are here.”

 

“I hope it pleases you.  You always spoke so highly of Stockton, we knew we had to visit.”  Dante’s enthusiasm was lessened by the aura of sadness that surrounded Isabel.  He hated seeing her sad.  She always brought him such joy and inspiration. 

 

Victoria had rejoined the group.  “I have invited your friends to join us for dinner and they accepted.”

 

“Excellent, we can catch up.”

 

“And perhaps convince Dante to sing for us.”  Audra’s eyes lit up as she offered her suggestion.

 

“I think so.  If you will excuse me, I will go and change for dinner.”

 

They passed an enjoyable evening.  After dinner, Dante did indeed sing.  He had an amazing voice that impressed even Nick.  Heath watched Isabel closely.  She was wearing a typical black dress and to the casual observer, there was no change in her demeanor.  But he had seen it.  He had seen her eyes change from haunted to momentarily happy.  He saw her finger ever so slightly drift to the music.  He saw her begin to show subtle signs of life.  He saw hope again.

 

As the evening wound down, the two men prepared to leave.  Audra begged them to stay, but they were leaving early.

 

As Vincent adjusted his collar, he mentioned their plans.   “We have a two month engagement in San Francisco.  I do hope you will come and hear Dante again?  Perhaps opening night?  I can arrange for a box, and perhaps the gentlemen would like to invite a lady friend?”

 

Victoria, deciding this would be perfect for the family, answered for them all.  “We would be delighted.  Thank you.”

 

“Then we shall see you opening night.  Thank you Victoria, for your most gracious hospitality.  I can see why Isabella was always longing to return home.”  He bowed to all and turned to leave.

 

“My thanks as well, Mrs. Barkley.  It was a wonderful evening.”  Dante then turned to Audra.  “I will look forward to seeing you again Miss Barkley.”  He took her hand and offered a slight kiss.  She blushed.

 

The morning of the concert dawned bright and cheery.  The entire family had decided to make a day of it in the city.  They even used the family’s private train car for the trip.  They laughed and talked and played games on the journey.  All were having a good time, except Isabel.  It did not feel right to her.  She moved to the exit and stood by the rail, just outside the door of the car.  When the door opened, she expected it to be Heath, but it was Victoria.

 

“I shouldn’t be doing this.”  Her voice was just audible above the rush of the train.

 

“Why not?”

 

“Its too soon.  I am in mourning.  I don’t get evenings at the theater.”  She had a sad, faraway look in her eyes.

 

“There is no set time limit for mourning sweetheart.  You father would want you to get on with your life.” 

 

“It doesn’t seem fair.”

 

“It isn’t, but that is part of living.”  She turned and left the girl to her thoughts.

 

The men prepared for the evening at Jarrod’s.  While the women had gone to Isabel’s new home.  Both Audra and Victoria had dressed a bit early, as they both suspected difficulties with Isabel.

 

They entered Isabel’s chambers to find her in her robe. 

 

“Come one Izzy, the boys will be here soon.”  Audra encouraged and went to her closet.  In it she found many black dresses.  She had to dig to the back to find anything of a different color.  She finally pulled out a beautiful dark green dress.  She knew it was one of Izzy’s favorites. 

 

“Here, this one is perfect.”  She showed both women the dress.

 

“No, it is bad enough that I am going at all.  I will wear the black satin.”

 

“Oh Izzy, you can’t.  I won’t have it.  I am so tired of black.”  Audra hadn’t meant to say it, but it had spilled out. 

 

“I’m sorry my father’s death had to interrupt your social life Audra.”  It was better then nothing.  It was the first spark any had seen from her in some time.  An angry Isabel turned to face Victoria.  “I’m not going.”

 

“I’m so sorry Izzy. Please.  I did not mean it like that.  Please come.”  She reached back and handed Isabel the black she had requested.  Victoria interceded.  She moved to Isabel’s closet and retrieved a stunning midnight blue dress.

 

“Going on with your life does not mean you miss your father any less.”  She showed Isabel the dress.  “Here is a nice compromise.  Consider it a first step.”

 

She wanted to stay strong.  She wanted to show the world just how much she missed her father, but she couldn’t.  She gave up.  She let the women help her into the blue dress. 

 

Audra again apologized. 

 

She eased her pain with a faint smile.  “Its all right.  I guess I deserved it.  I hate black too.”

 

As they hugged, they could hear the door downstairs open and heard the men enter.  In addition to the deep male voices, they heard the flitter of female voices as well.  Jarrod and Nick had picked up their dates for the evening.  The group would enjoy drinks before the show and a late dinner after.

 

Isabel asked for just a moment to collect herself.  Audra and Victoria left.  After one last check, she moved to the top of the stairs, and was surprised to see Heath waiting for her at the bottom.  She descended.

 

“You look beautiful.”  He dared a quick kiss on her cheek and was relieved when she did not shy away.  He also took note of the blue dress she wore.  He offered her his arm and escorted her into the parlor.  Maybe this night could be a new beginning. 

 

(15)

 

Jarrod had invited Bonnie Carson for the evening.  He enjoyed her company.  He was close to inviting her to the ranch.  She was pretty and easy-going.  She loved books and they frequently enjoyed stimulating conversations over literature, and other things.  She looked lovely tonight in a gold satin gown.  It set off the highlights in her hair perfectly. 

 

She had arranged for her cousin, Lily, to accompany Nick.  Although Nick had been tense about the set up, he was relived to find the beautiful and witty blond waiting with Bonnie.  The quartet had enjoyed their ride to the house.  Nick was confident it would be a fun evening.  He was so instantly smitten, he considered planning some trips to the city.

 

Heath and Isabel joined the others and introductions were made.  They had a brief sherry and left for the theater.  Vincent met them at the front doors and personally escorted them to the premiere box. 

 

It was large and filled with comfortable red velvet chairs.  Vincent seated Heath on the end and Isabel next to him and then selected the chair next to her.  He watched her closely.  He noted she had worn a dark blue dress and looked for signs of happiness.  It was obvious to all who met them, the devotion shared by father and daughter.  He was fairly surprised she had joined them for the evening.  His heart went out to the girl.  He hoped she would find some measure of pleasure tonight.  Liam had always enjoyed the theater at her side.  He found himself hoping the cowboy on her arm was worthy of her.  She deserved that.

 

The show began and Dante took center stage with a symphony behind him.  As he began one aria after another, the audience, including the Barkley’s and guests, were mesmerized. 

 
Heath was not so much mesmerized by the music, as Isabel.  He longed to see those signs from their previous private performance return.  She began the show demurely.  Her hands folded gently in her lap.  As Dante began, her eyes were locked to the stage.  Heath watched her closely.  He did not think she actually was watching the singer, rather something else.  He watched emotion flash through her eyes.  He saw the subtle tensing and relaxing of her entire body.  She held her breath and bit her lower lip.  At the same time, he knew she had no idea where she was.  He was concerned, until she slowly reached out and grasped his arm.  His heart flew.  She had made no move to touch him in any way since Liam’s death.  He thrived on the feeling of her fingers clenching and unclenching on his arm. 

 

As the first act ended, Isabel made no move.  She sat there.  Vincent and Victoria moved to disturb her, but Heath waved them off.  They ushered the others from the box and left them alone.  He seemed to startle her as her placed his hand on hers.  She looked at him with huge tears welled in her eyes.  He decided she could hardly see him through them. 

 

As they spilled down her cheeks, she spoke quietly.  “He loved the theater.  Any kind.”

 

Heath had no idea what to say, so he hoped that simply listening would suffice.  She continued on.

 

“We always went.”  She looked back at the empty stage as the tears openly flowed down her face.   Without warning, she looked back at him.

 

“He’s never coming back here again is he?”

 

“No Bella.”

 

Her lips and indeed, her entire body trembled as she spoke.  “I need him.”

 

“He’s always with you.  My mama never leaves me.  I just look into my heart and I can see her smile and hear her voice telling me what to do.  Liam hasn’t left ya Bella.  You just can’t find him right now ‘cuz it hurts too much.  You will.” 

 

He knew she had heard him, as her whole body began to shake with the anguish she felt.  Her next words tore at his heart.  He had prayed she had forgotten. 

 

“The dream was real.”

 

“Maybe it brought him some comfort?”  He read the confusion in her eyes.

“Having you with him in the end.”

 

She slumped in to his arms, which immediately wrapped around her.  Her head rested on his shoulder and he could already feel the wetness from her tears through his clothes.  She said nothing, but cried.  The long weeks of pent up emotion flooded them both.  As the theater began to fill again, Heath picked her up in his arms and moved toward the box exit.  She was oblivious to the motion and made no attempt to stop him.

 

As he came through the curtain, the family was returning and rushed to him.  One look told them what they needed to know and they cleared a path for them. The doorman summoned a waiting carriage and Heath took Isabel home.  For the next couple hours, the waves of emotion took over.  They sat on the floor in front of the fire and alternately held each other and spoke softly.  She told him story after story of her father.  Heath found himself wishing he had known Liam better.  He liked the man who had loved his daughter so well.  Liam had wanted to give Isabel the world and Heath knew in that night, that it was now his job.  One he willingly accepted, to the death if necessary.

 

(16)  (Long)(For Leona! And dedicated to a great episode, “The Prize”, which contains one of my favorite brother scenes.)

 

Isabel’s healing spread through the entire family; they felt as if a huge weight had been lifted from their hearts.  The spark of life that had once radiated from Isabel again began to affect them all.  Spring came and she once again found interest in her life.  She spent time with Heath and worked with Nick on Barkley-Winthrop’s growing breadth. 

 

The only bump in the partnership had occurred at the Skartan Ranch.  Isabel had seen the mare and was watching her as Nick and Heath spoke with Ronald Skartan.  As the men approached the corral, Isabel offered several questions.  Skartan ignored her and redirected his attention to the men.  Isabel was furious.  She again asked her questions, using a louder voice.

 

“Listen little lady, I am conducting business with the men.  Don’t worry, we’ll make a good deal.”

 

Any temper she had managed to hold was freed.  She glared at the men in front of her.  She was not sure if she was angrier with Skartan or the men who presumed to love her.  How could they stand there and let the idiot treat her so? 

 

“We’re through!  We need nothing from you.”  She brushed past the men and moved to her horse.  Heath followed.  Nick stayed and attempted to negotiate the situation.  Noting that Nick had not followed, Isabel mounted and rode over to the two standing men.

 

“Let’s go Nick!”  Her voice was hot with anger. 

 

“Isabel, there has been a misunderstanding.  Calm down and let’s talk.  I am sure Mr. Skartan will answer your questions.”  He nodded to the man, assuming he would encourage the same.  He was dumbfounded when the man next spoke.

 

“Hell Barkley, I’ve been doing business with you for years.  I ain’t never done business with a woman and I don’t intend to start now.”  He turned to Isabel and directed his next statements to her.  “Why don’t you stop this nonsense and go be a proper woman?  It’s an embarrassment.”

 

It was Heath who saw her reaching down her leg and he moved quickly in to move her horse, before she reached the weapon hidden in her boot.  He had never quite seen this level of anger in her and he feared she just might shoot the man. 

 

Nick was stunned.  He moved to Coco, mounted and then turned back to Skartan.  “You are an idiot.  This woman is the best judge of horseflesh in the valley and if you don’t deal with her, you are gonna lose big.”  He turned his horse and followed Isabel and Heath out.

 

Isabel took lead and rode directly to Barkley-Winthrop and left her horse to go to her swing.  Heath and Nick caught up.

 

“I’m sorry Dizzy.  I had no idea.” 

 

She shook her head.  “It’s not your fault.  I’m sure its not the last time it will happen.”  Her disappointment with Nick had vanished with his apology.  She knew he would never hurt her.  He moved forward, kissed her forehead and left, leaving the couple alone.

 

“Is that how you feel?”

 

Heath didn’t understand her question.  “He’s an idiot Bella.  Don’t let him get to you.”

 

“No, I mean, what he said.  Do you agree?”  She read the confusion on his face.  “Am I an embarrassment?  Do you want a proper woman?”

 

He laughed.  “Hell, Bella, you are more then any proper woman and I wouldn’t change you for anything.”  He had lost track of the exhibitions of her complexity.  One minute she was ready to shoot a man, and the next she was worried that she was somehow failing him because she didn’t always wear a skirt.  He leaned in and kissed her, than moved behind her and gave her a push.   

 

She put her legs down and stopped the forward motion.  He moved back in front of her and captured her face.

 

“What now Bella?”

 

“At Amelse’s dance the other night.  When you were dancing with Audra, I went out on the veranda for some air.”  She stopped and he watched her face bring the memory into better focus.

 

“And?”

 

“I overheard two woman talking about us.”  This was so hard for her.  “Will they ever accept us?”

 

His heart ached at her question.  She felt it was her fault.  He always felt it was his.  They were quite a pair.  “Does it really matter?”

 

“We were gonna wait, so they wouldn’t talk.  We could spare the family…  Why can’t they leave us alone to be whom we want to be.”  Her voice drifted off.

 

“Why do you care?  No one else does.” 

 

“My mother was a whore.  She sold her body to the highest bidder.  I don’t understand that.”

 

“She did what she had to do to survive.  You can’t blame her for that.”

 

“Then why does everyone else?”

 

“Some people spend their lives in a cage.  They can’t get themselves out, even when it’s unlocked, so they condemn anything beyond the bars.  Why do you want to put yourself in that cage Bella?”

 

He pulled her to her feet and moved to set himself on the swing.  He pushed himself back, supporting his long body with his thighs and then pulled Isabel onto his lap.  With one long arm he held the swing rope and the other snaked around her waist.  She settled back into his chest and he gently swung them.

 

Heath and Nick were loading supplies in town.  Isabel had run down to the dress shop, having ridden Bubbles along side the wagon.    John Amelse and his son Todd were also at the store.  John had no quarrel with anyone.  He was a good natured, hard-working man.  His children, however, had turned out more like their mother.  Todd saw the Barkley brother’s and sneered at them.   Nick and heath both noticed, but tried ignoring it.  After several minutes, Nick could resist no longer.

 

“Is there a problem Todd?”

 

“Yes, but it seems you haven’t noticed it.”

 

“And what might that problem be that I haven’t seen fit to notice?”

 

Heath came to stand by his brother’s side, sensing trouble. 

 

“That Winthrop girl is nothing but trouble and you encourage her.  Maybe she’d like to know I bought the horse out to Skartan’s place.”

 

John overheard the conversation and debated stepping in to remove his son, but decided he might like the lesson he was about to learn.

 

“That Winthrop girl brings more to the world then you ever will Amelse.”  Seeing John in the corner of his eye, he added.  “Sorry John.”

 

John nodded.  Nick and Heath had both become giant stretched nerves.  They both knew that one more comment from the idiot and they would spring.  Secretly, Heath hoped Todd wouldn’t back down.  After his recent conversation with Izzy, he was looking to make someone else feel as bad as they made her feel.  He was too late.

 

“She’s like the whore her mama was and you boys don’t even see it.  She strung ya both along…”

 

His voice trailed off as Nick fist contacted Todd’s jaw with a resounding crash.  Todd dropped like a sack of potatoes and his father moved in to claim his son.

 

“Nick!  Nick!  Why’d you go and do that.  I wanted to.”

 

“Sorry.  You can have the next one.”

 

The moment of utter victory was ruined by Nick’s poorly chosen words and their awareness that Isabel looked on.  From the look on her face, she had seen everything, but she said nothing.  Heath’s heart saddened at Nick’s words combined with Isabel’s face.  He knew there would be a next time and Izzy knew it too.

 

They had traveled to most of the local ranches, purchasing whatever quality breeding stock they could find.  Isabel had begun to broaden her search and had pinpointed several auctions she wanted to attend.   One of particular interest to Isabel was in Nevada.  She and Nick had planned to ride out.  It had been years since she had been on a trail ride, although they could have taken a train, they both looked forward to the time.  Heath was a bit jealous of his brother, but knew he had to let them run their business. 

 

Two days before they were to depart on their trip, Nick and Heath were out working with a new Barkley stallion.  He was stubborn and had been giving all the men a run for their money.  Heath had goaded Nick into giving him a try.  It looked as though he might have been experiencing a measure of success, until he was thrown.  He was thrown hard, right into the corral gate.  The fleeing stallion was ignored as Heath and the men rushed to Nick’s side when he did not immediately rise. 

 

Dr. Merar was summoned and Nick was confined to bed with a dislocated shoulder and mild concussion.  He mumbled and grumbled about being confined to bed.  Isabel did her best to cheer him up, but could not completely hide her disappointment.  Nick and Heath both sensed it.

 

“Izzy, would you go get me a sandwich?  I’m kinda hungry.”  She gave him a questioning glance.  Only Nick could be suffering from a concussion and still want food.  She bowed to him and backed out of the door.  He laughed and called out after her.  “Your future husband will thank me for this lesson in servitude.”  He looked at Heath.

 

“You got to take her.”

 

“I can’t Nick.  With you here, I got lots of work to do.”

 

“I’ll be on my feet in a couple days, I can still direct the men.  She wants to get that horse Heath.  Take her.  You can’t tell me you wouldn’t enjoy two or three weeks alone with her.”

 

Heath blushed and grinned.  “No, it would be pretty much heaven, but it ain’t right.  We’re not married.  We shouldn’t be traipsing around the country alone together.”  They were silent for a time, each in their own thoughts.

 

“Hell Heath.  Who’s gonna know?”

 

“Nick, it just wouldn’t be right.”

 

“Do I get a say?”  She had returned with a plate consumed by the biggest sandwich Heath had ever seen.  She knew Nick too well.

 

“Just out of curiosity, why is it alright for me to travel with Nick alone, but not you?  Unless you just don’t want to spend time with me?”  She had adopted a strong position.  She was teaming for a fight, her eyes glimmering with fire.

 

“Well…” Heath stammered.

 

“Yes” Both Nick and Isabel spoke at once.  She smiled at him.

 

He was stuck.  He couldn’t admit to them that he found comfort here at the ranch.  They were never far from people.  He was terrified at traveling away with her.  With each day he spent with her, it was harder and harder to contain his ever-growing desire for her.  They had talked about it and decided to wait until they married.  They both admitted to enjoying the tension that their denied arousals brought.  He laughed to himself.  Never had a woman twisted him so much, and he loved every minute of it.

 

He lost his battle when Victoria, his one hope, had sided with Nick and Isabel.  They spent the next day preparing and rode off together the following morning after an elaborate send-off from the family.  Nick had set Heath on edge by whispering in his ear a warning to behave himself, unless he wanted another shotgun wedding. 

 

They spent 5 long days riding out.  He didn’t believe it possible, but he found himself falling further and deeper in love with her. Maybe it was the chatty side of her.  Heath had never seen the chatterbox side of Isabel and he found himself smiling at her.  He had never heard so much conversation on a trail ride.  Or maybe it was the quiet solitude she understood he needed and granted him each night.  They would set up camp, build a fire, eat dinner and clean up.  Then Heath would wander in the dark, never too far from camp.  Some evenings, she would wander at his side, hand in hand, other’s he walked alone. 

 

Or maybe his love grew, when she would waken just before sunrise and he would turn to find her watching him from across the embers.  He walked to her, offered his hand and pulled her up.  They would find a comfortable spot and she would snuggle into his arms as they watched the sunrise together.  It felt so perfect.  Heath couldn’t imagine not being here.  The temptation was there, but they resisted fairly well.  They both knew they did not want their first time together as man and woman to be outside of marriage, much less, on a trail ride.

 

They arrived at the auction too late.  The horse Isabel had wanted had been sold privately.  Isabel was disappointed, but they did get a lead on another horse.  They wired home and they set out for the new ranch.  It was slightly out of their way, but allowed them to take a different path home, which encouraged them both.  They arrived at the ranch the next day and Isabel soon fell in love and purchased the mare.  Tired from the ups and downs of their journey, they started out for home.

 

(17)

 

Two days ride from home; storm clouds were brewing in the northwest.  Heath didn’t like the looks of things at all.  He and Isabel pushed to cover as much ground as possible.  It soon became evident that they could not escape the impending weather and they both began earnestly searching for some form of shelter.  They found nothing, so they continued to push on.

In another half hour as the afternoon wore on the heavens opened up and poured down on them in torrents.  Isabel struggled to maintain control of the now skittish mare and her own mount.  Heath noted her difficulties and circled back to help her.  He took the mare’s lead in his own hands.  In no time they were soaked to the skin, cold and shivering.

 

After another hour of slow riding, Heath thought he made out a small town in the distance.  He pointed it out to Isabel and they encouraged their mounts forward.  They rode into the tiny town, which seemed more like a cluster of small houses.  There was a large central barn and 5 small houses surrounding it.  There were lights on in all the windows and Heath lead Isabel up to the largest of the houses.  They dismounted and pounded on the door.

 

The door opened and a gush of warm air flooded them, emphasizing their cold state.  A frightened little girl greeted them timidly.  A woman, presumably her mother, moved in behind her.  Heath spoke first.

 

“We got caught in the storm.  Can we shelter in your barn Ma’am?  We can pay.” 

 

He watched her look them over.  They must have looked pretty bedraggled and she opened the door wider and invited them in.

 

“We can’t have ye shivering in the barn.  Ye may stay here until the tempest passes.”  She moved to a rocker and removed a blanket, which she wrapped around a grateful Isabel’s shoulders.  “Rachel, fetch the lady a cup of tea.”  The girl who had greeted them moved quickly to the stove.  “I suspect ye might want to see to your horses before ye warm up.”  Heath nodded and left. 

 

As he entered the barn, he found five men working.  They stared at him in disbelief.  He nodded.  “Um, Hello, my name’s Heath Barkley.  The woman inside said I might stable the horses here until the storm passes?”

 

They nodded, but said nothing.  He proceeded to groom the animals and settle them for the duration.  The men finished their respective tasks as Heath finished his and they all moved to the door at once.  No one said anything.  It set Heath on edge.  He wanted to get back to Isabel’s side.

 

As they rushed through the rain, one man followed him to the same door.

 

Meanwhile, Isabel was settling in.  She had been wrapped in the blanket, seated by the fire and was sipping the hot tea.  Despite her condition, it was the most civilized environment she had been in for days and she took the time to examine the room.  It was simple and tidy.  There were very few decorations, but what there was were religious in nature.  As a matter of fact, she began to count the number of crosses and grew somewhat nervous.

 

The door opened admitting the two wet men.  The woman rushed to her husband and helped him out of his slicker.  He spoke first.

 

“Wife, ye have accepted the travelers with out permission.”

 

“The tempest threatens to stay.  Would not be pious to send them away.”

 

“I agree wife.”  He turned to his daughter and instructed her to set 2 more places at the table.  And then turned to Isabel.  “Ye are welcome to wait out the tempest Mrs. Barkley.” 

 

Isabel, having more insight then Heath at the moment, kept her face unchanged.  She smiled and thanked him.  Heath’s eyes were panicked and she threw him a glance that warned him to play along. 

 

“We appreciate the help.  It was getting bad out there.  We’d be happy to pay.”  He reiterated his offer, but was waved off. 

 

“The lord has sent ye here for a reason.  We will do his bidding.”

 

“My name is Isabel.  May we ask your names?” 

 

“I am Solomon Smith and this is my wife Ruth and our daughter Rachel.”

 

Ruth approached Isabel.  “Ye might be more comfortable in drier clothes.”  She indicated the next room and the women left.  Ruth returned immediately and Isabel returned in a few minutes, wearing one of Ruth’s simple brown dresses.  It was a bit large, but she felt good to be dry.  Heath repeated Isabel’s actions, borrowing a set of clothes from Solomon.

 

They passed a quiet, but polite dinner.  The Smith’s shared only that they were farmers, who lived here in their small community.  They were self-sufficient and like it that way.  Both Heath and Isabel decided they had been searching for religious freedom.

 

The evening ended early and the couple was shown to a loft.  It was small, but comfortable.  They would have little privacy.  Isabel and Heath both feared the tight quarters, but were happy for shelter and warmth.  They bid goodnight and were soon left alone.  From their vantage point in their loft, they watched until the family went to bed as well.  Only then did they dare speak, in whispered tones.

 

“Why did you let them think we’re married?” 

 

“Heath, you were nervous about traveling together unmarried as it was.  Look at the house, what do you think they would have done if they knew we weren’t married?”

 

“I don’t know.  But I think we should have given them a chance.”

 

She smiled at him.  “I don’t know about you, but I am tired and this bed looks comfortable.  Plus, it is open.  I think we can handle sleeping here, don’t you?  For one night?”  She got a devilish grin on hr face.  “Pretend for one night we’re married.”

 

He didn’t return her devilish smile.  “It’s not a game.  I’ll sleep on the floor.”

 

“You can’t.  A husband wouldn’t sleep on the floor.”  She took his hand and led him to the bed.  She knew she had made a mistake.  She could sense his reticence.  “You stay on your side, I will stay on mine, and fully dressed.”  She winked and kissed him.  He was too nervous about the situation to even think of anything else.