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Vengeance is mine, Part Two - Nutterone
Jarrod’s needs dispelled the tension of the previous evening. No one spoke of the dinner conversation, as no one wanted to shift the central focus, which was Jarrod’s new lawyer.
“We’ve got to find out more about this girl. It’s our only hope. We need to discredit her diaries.” Owen Esperson had ridden out to the Barkley home early that morning.
“How do you discredit her diaries? They are what they are. You’d have to…” Heath let his words fall off as the realization came to him.
Owen nodded. “Yes, we’ve got to prove she could have made the whole thing up.”
“We’d have to prove she was insane.” Nick added.
“Exactly.” He scanned all the faces in the room. “Do any of you have any idea of where she came from?”
Owen jotted some notes on a paper. “That could be useful. You said she read a lot. She had access to your library?”
“We can assume she had a vivid imagination. She invented the whole affair with Jarrod.”
“People would buy that?” Nick hated seeing the plain truth.
“No, but it’s a gentler way to introduce the idea to the jury.” Owen continued writing ideas, not even looking at Nick while he answered.
“You mean it’s going to go to trial?” Audra had been trying to remain optimistic. She truly believed Jarrod would never stand trial. Anyone who knew him knew he couldn’t have done this.
“It will undoubtedly go to trial, Miss Barkley. We’ve got to prepare for the worst,” he smiled. “And continue to hope for the best.”
Audra forced a weak smile to her lips.
“I’m going to get the Pinkerton’s involved in this.” He settled the papers he’d been writing on
into his portmanteau and looked directly at
He smiled reassuringly.
“No, I’ll bring some of my own men to cover
“And that is?” Heath asked before the others could.
“Find the father of that girl’s baby. Someone had to have seen them. We’ll start of course, with your men. It’s the most obvious place.”
Nick was alarmed that one of their own men could be part of this whole frame up of Jarrod. “You think one of our men did this?”
Owen was non-plussed. “Who else would have easier access or perhaps more motive? Has Jarrod reprimanded any of your men?”
“Jarrod handles the paperwork. Heath and I run the ranch. Any reprimanding that needs to be done is done by us.”
Owen nodded. “I’ll still want to start here.”
Owen smiled at the offer. “No, thank you. Best to start with a man where he’s comfortable. I’ll go to them.”
“If they’re comfortable, won’t they be more likely to lie?” Heath asked.
“If they’re guilty, yes. I’m looking for a witness.” He smiled and donned his hat. “Thank you. I’ll find my way out.” Esperson stopped in the foyer and looked back. “Just one more thing. Philip Archer is the prosecuting attorney on the case. Jarrod didn’t seem pleased at this. Is there anything I should know?”
Nick growled. “Archer’s a spineless worm. He’s always been jealous of Jarrod’s success.”
Heath nodded. “He’ll enjoy trying to pound a nail in Jarrod’s coffin.”
“So he’ll have passion on his side.”
“And we don’t?” Nick demanded.
Owen laughed. “Of course. You have the best kind. Archer’s is a black passion, one that damns. Hopefully, it will be his own soul he’ll be damning.”
Heath didn’t like the temperature drop in the room. “You don’t sound confident.”
Owen smiled and straightened his shoulder. “On the contrary. It’s always good to know the opposition. The more I know and understand, the easier this will be.”
~ ~ BV ~ ~
Veronica once again stalled in town. She knew Heath was visiting his brother, and she waited impatiently for him to exit. She was looking forward to another ride home with the young blond. Some might have thought she was attracted to him, but she wasn’t. He was young enough to be her son. No, in Heath Barkley she saw a kindred spirit. Thomas Barkley had harmed them both. She held no malice toward the young man, but it wasn’t enough to release him from a role in her plan of vengeance.
She was studying the sheriff’s window so intently; she hadn’t noticed Caroline Ames approach her.
“Lady Cromwell?” Caroline Ames lay a hand on Veronica’s arm. “Are you well?”
Veronica shook off her thoughts. “Oh, dear. Mrs. Ames. I’m so sorry. I didn’t hear you. What did you say?”
Caroline smiled but couldn’t help but glance in the direction that had captivated the woman. “I asked if you were well. You seemed to be distracted. Is anything wrong?”
Veronica smiled. “Oh heavens, just flighty me. I was just looking at the jail and wondering how Jarrod Barkley is doing. The inquest didn’t go well for him.”
Caroline shook her head dejectedly. “No, especially not after Archer produced that witness. It’s no wonder they held him over for trial, not that they didn’t have enough evidence before.”
“Yes, I heard the man had seen Jarrod talking to the girl earlier that evening. They were arguing?” Veronica inquired as politely as possible. She knew exactly what had happened already, but she had a part to play.
“So it seems. It’s a shame. You think you know a family and then this happens.”
“So, you believe he did it?” Veronica asked. “I mean, you’ve known the Barkleys far longer than I have.”
Caroline blushed. “I wouldn’t begin to know. I mean, well. It’s dreadful business.”
Veronica nodded, trying to watch the jail again. She didn’t want to miss Heath. As if on cue, Heath opened the door and exited. Veronica’s eyes lit up.
Caroline Ames noted the change in Veronica Cromwell and saw what must have caused it. “I’d keep your distance from that one.”
Veronica’s brow furrowed. “I beg your pardon?”
Caroline indicated Heath, tightening the cinch on his
saddle. “Trouble for the Barkleys came
with that one. He’s a bastard you
know. Poor Tom must be rolling in his
grave at the trouble that one’s caused.
Veronica felt her blood beginning to boil. “Whatever could you possible mean? I’ve met Mr.Barkley on several occasions. He’s a perfect gentleman. His parentage isn’t his fault. I’d almost think you thought he had something to do with his brother’s situation.”
Caroline Ames straightened her shoulders. She wasn’t accustomed to someone challenging her opinions. “That woman came to Jarrod, probably demanding a name for her child. She must have figured if they’d take the other bastard in, they’d take hers too. Jarrod could see how wrong that had been and refused her. They quarreled and he had to kill her.” She paused only long enough for her meaning to sink in and then stated it anyway. “If that bastard hadn’t shown up, none of this would be happening to poor Jarrod.”
Veronica knew she’d say something she’d later regret, so she simply picked up the hem of her skirt and whooshed past the stunned woman. She made her way quickly down the walkway and called out to Heath. “Mr. Barkley! Heath Barkley!”
Heath heard his name and considered ignoring it. It had been a long day, and he was ready to head home and sleep it away. However, the familiarity of the voice at the second calling stopped him. He turned Charger back and met Veronica Cromwell. “Good Afternoon, Miss Veronica. It’s nice to see you.”
Veronica smiled. “Hello, Heath. It’s nice to see you too. It seems we have a habit of meeting in town.” She looked over to the sheriff’s office. “Were you visiting your brother?”
Heath nodded. “We try to get into town as often as possible. The judge still won’t release him on bail.”
“I’m sorry about how things are going for him. How is your family holding up?”
He sighed. “They’re strong. We’ll get through this and Jarrod will be proven innocent.”
She smiled. “That’s the right attitude, but I think you need to include yourself in that.”
He blushed slightly. “I didn’t mean to exclude myself.” Heath nervously glanced around and changed the conversation. “I was just heading home.”
“As was I.” She gestured over her shoulder. “My buggy is there.” She paused and waited for the offer she knew would come.
Heath tied Charger on and helped Veronica into her seat before taking the reins. When they arrived at her home, she invited him in for dinner.
“Miss Veronica, I…” he fumbled for his words. He knew it wouldn’t be proper, and he was aware of what this kind of scandal would do to the family right now. The Barkleys were strong, but even they had a breaking point.
She held a finger to his lips. “There’s no one here. I’m not asking for anything other than your company. I enjoy talking to you and I have some things to tell you that might interest you.”
Heath raised an eyebrow. “It isn’t right. People will talk.”
She laughed. “People have often talked about me. That’s why I wanted to be out here in the middle of nowhere.” She waved her hands around to emphasize her point. “All I’m offering is a sandwich and conversation. We can eat out in the open on the porch if that would make you feel better.” She chuckled, trying to lighten the mood.
Heath grinned. “I think that would be nice.”
~ ~ BV ~ ~
Heath didn’t remember seeing to Charger’s needs. He knew he had, but time wasn’t functioning correctly for him. He was too overwhelmed at the story he’d been told that night. He made his way quickly to his room and didn’t stop until he’d locked the door behind him. He collapsed against the door and tried to steady his breathing. He couldn’t believe it. She had known all that time. She’d known it all.
Heath’s mood hadn’t improved by morning. In fact, it had deteriorated. He couldn’t remember a time when he’d felt more betrayed. He did try to see reason. He knew he had every right to doubt the story he’d been told the night before. It was only one woman’s word, but his heart knew it was the truth. He struggled with what to do or say. It wasn’t just his life that would be affected. This news would devastate the whole family.
He kept to himself for days, saying very little to anyone. Jarrod’s trial had begun and the family had taken quarters in town to be as close as possible to Jarrod. Heath had volunteered to ride back and forth daily, in order to check in with Duke McCall. He used the opportunity to avoid his internal conflict.
He’d discussed the day’s events with Duke and eaten a quick snack before turning in. Silas had left more food for him, but he had little appetite. He was about to turn in when a quiet knock sounded at his door. He turned the lamp back up and walked over to the door. “Who is it?”
“It’s your mother.”
Heath blanched. What was mother doing here? He threw open the door. “What are you doing here? Is something wrong?”
She smiled. “I couldn’t sleep. I know it’s selfish, but I felt like spending a night in my own home.”
Heath calmed. He understood. All those years he had spent wandering the west had left him with a strong devotion to home. It was one of the reasons he’d ridden into the Barkley yard in the first place. He knew he’d hate to lose that security again and yet it stood before him, a strong possibility. “You shouldn’t have come back here alone at night.” He knew his tone was harsher than it should have been.
Heath paused to calm his turmoil. “I’m sorry. Sleep well. I’ll hook the buggy up in the morning so we can be there in time for the trial.”
Heath was disappointed in the news. The trial wasn’t going well, but he didn’t want it delayed any further either. The strain was growing on the family and he sensed doom looming over them. “Nick didn’t come with you?”
She smiled. “He tried. I convinced him to stay and have breakfast with Jarrod. He’ll be back tomorrow morning with Audra.”
Heath suddenly hated that he was all but alone in the house with this woman. “You should have waited as well.”
Heath knew in that instant, this was the moment he’d been dreading. “It’s late, and it’s been a long day. Can’t it wait until morning?”
“It’s waited long enough already.” She glanced around the room. “How about a drink to end the day? Will you join me downstairs?”
Heath hesitated. “On one condition.”
She tilted her head and raised an eyebrow. “What’s that?”
“I’d like to see the letter Tom Barkley sent my mother.” There. He’d done it. He’d finally made his move. He knew in his heart there would be no going back now.
They both knew she was stalling.
“Why is it important? That was a long time ago for both of us, wasn’t it?” she asked, trying to find her confidence.
“You read me part of it. I’d like to see the whole thing,” he said pointedly.
“I read you what was important.”
“Did you?” he asked sharply.
Her response was swift, and his cheek stung with the ferocity of the slap. “I see,” he answered coolly.
They stood in staunch silence.
“What did she tell you?”
“The truth,” he said bitterly. “She was kind enough to tell me the truth. Something you couldn’t do.”
“How DARE you treat me like this! I opened my home, my HEART to you, and you have the audacity to treat me like this?”
“It was guilt, nothing but sheer guilt. That’s why you opened your precious home to me. You wanted to relieve your own heart. I was the perfect opportunity to ease your guilt. Nothing more, nothing less.”
She stormed to him with her hand raised. Heath had no problem grabbing her wrist and holding it in place. “Not again.”
She pulled away from him. “How could you possibly think that of me? I love you. I call you my own son. I’ve defended you and stood by you.”
Heath paled. “I know.” They were both quiet again. “For everything you’ve given me,” Heath’s voice was quiet. “What does it mean if it was all based on a lie?”
“It wasn’t a lie, Heath.” She insisted.
“You knew he wasn’t faithful to you, all along. Nothing that happened with me was new to you. You acted noble and strong, and yet, you knew your husband was unfaithful and fathered other children.”
It was
Heath felt panic welling up inside him. She didn’t know. She truly didn’t know Tom Barkley had fathered another child. Somewhere in this world was another Barkley male. Veronica had told him the sordid tale. She’d delivered her child, and a day later the nuns took him away from her, saying he was going to his father to make the final decision for his future. Tom Barkley had lied to his wife, yet again. His hatred for half the blood that ran through his veins intensified. He didn’t hear her question.
“What did that woman tell you?” she asked again.
“She had a boy by Tom Barkley. The nuns took him away from her. She never found out what happened to him.”
“Yeah, Tom Barkley was a great man.” The bitterness was
evident in his voice. “All hail the
great Tom Barkley.” He couldn’t stomach
more of the situation. He left
~ ~ BV ~ ~
“Is this seat free, madame?” Asked the short, balding man.
Veronica Cromwell smiled at him. “It most certainly is, Judge Clavil.”
He settled in next to her. “I thought we weren’t to acknowledge each other?”
She continued to flash a charming smile. “Judge Clavil, you’re overseeing the biggest
trial to hit
He nodded and handed her a small packet of papers. “Everything you need to clear Mr. Barkley.”
She smiled and unfolded the documents. “That poor girl was certainly a crazy one, wasn’t she?” Her smile had turned from charming to sadistic.
The judge frowned. “You know those are totally falsified. The man in charge of the institution is an old friend of my wife’s.”
She nodded. “It doesn’t matter. The truth isn’t important. This is enough to keep Jarrod Barkley from the noose, but it isn’t enough to clear his reputation. His career is over.”
The judge nodded. “I agree. Shame though. He had a bright future.”
Veronica groaned. “He’s Tom Barkley’s son. He would have failed in the long run anyway. It’s inevitable.”
“I still don’t feel comfortable about this. If word gets out about this…” He scanned the nearly empty train car.
“If you didn’t want to do this, you should have learned to control your wife’s gambling habits. The money will be safely and quietly transferred into your account when all is said and done.”
“I was just supposed to get the documents, not try the case.”
She smiled. “I needed to know things would be handled well.”
Fear crept into Stan Clavil’s heart. “Judge Landby’s death?”
She smiled sickly. “Was such a shame.”
~ ~ BV ~ ~
Jarrod was returned to the cell, and Nick stayed with him for dinner. “It’s going to be fine Jarrod. No jury in the world would believe this of you.”
Jarrod glared at Nick through pained, tired eyes. “Nick, don’t kid yourself. There are people on that jury that would hang me just for my name. I don’t have a chance. But that’s not the worst thing.” His last words were said very quietly.
“What do you mean?” Nick asked, feeling utterly defenseless and terrified but this side of his brother. This was Jarrod, strong, confident, older brother. Jarrod never gave up. If it was this bad, then…
Nick looked up to meet Jarrod’s face. “I find myself wondering if I want Owen to plead for life in prison or just hang me and get it over with.”
Nick was stunned and longed to back away from the whole situation. He wished Heath were here to help him. He needed support right now to help Jarrod. “Don’t you EVER say such a thing!” He wished he were inside the cell and could pick Jarrod up by the collar to emphasize his point. “We’ll never stop fighting this. We’ll prove the truth.”
Jarrod was suddenly angry and let bitterness control his words and actions. He rose to his feet and charged at the bars of his cell. “HOW NICK? We’ve had months now and we can’t find any of the evidence we need to prove my innocence. What would change?”
Nick took several deep breaths. “Jarrod, calm down. This isn’t like you. We won’t give up, and you can’t either. I promise you. You will not hang or spend your life in jail. I promise.”
Jarrod turned from Nick and walked to the window. A certain calmness came over him, and he turned back. “That’s it, Nick. Promise me.”
Nick smiled. “Promise you what, Pappy?”
Jarrod reached out and pulled Nick closer. His voice dropped to a whisper. “You and Heath could do it. I know you could. You could pull it off. Maybe, just maybe, it would buy us enough time.”
Nick wasn’t sure this latest plan was a good one. Jarrod seemed almost maniacal. “Whoa! Slow down, Pappy. What do you want us to do?”
“When the trial is over, you’ll have to bust me out. I’ll go away until you’ve cleared my
name. I‘ll go to…
Nick was stunned. He could do nothing more than nod his head in agreement. “Don’t worry, Pappy. I won’t let you spend your life behind bars. I promise.”
Chapter Eleven
"So it’s taken this long?" Veronica Cromwell stood confidently on her front porch.
"You need to leave."
"Leave? Why on earth should I leave?" She stifled her desire to laugh out loud.
"You’ve done your damage, had your revenge. Move on."
She controlled her laughter no more. When she stopped, she boldly continued. "What have I done that supposedly was my revenge?" She stepped across the stairs and casually settled on the top step.
"Why did you tell Heath those lies?"
"You know I wasn’t lying. Your husband forced himself on me and left me with child. That same child was taken from my arms and delivered to him. Where’s my son, Victoria? What did you do with him?"
Veronica continued. "You sent him away? Is that why you took Heath in? You felt guilty? I spent my whole confinement living for that babe. I talked to him and sang to him. If I had to be in hell, I was determined to be a good mother to my baby, at the very least. I never expected him to be ripped from my arms. He was supposed to be my salvation. A way to right the wrong that was done to me."
"After I was thrown out!" Veronica spat out.
"I would have never been part of taking a child from its mother. Never. I promise you. If I knew anything, I would tell you. It’s the least I can do for that child."
"Now a grown man, like Heath. Is that why you took him in?"
Veronica rose to her feet. "Why? Why not? Why should you get to live happy and content? Why shouldn’t your children know the truth about their father? You? This is all about you, isn’t it? I am listening. You said YOU gave Heath a name, a family. Well, wasn’t that kind of you? What would have happened if you hadn’t decided to be so very generous?" The sarcasm dripped from her last words. "Do you think for ONE moment, your children would have accepted Heath if you hadn’t? Not one moment. They’d have beaten him out of town, never to be heard from again and continued to applaud themselves for being Tom Barkley's children. All I did was tell Heath the truth. If he’s questioning your motives, it’s only because a light was finally shown on dark corners. He’s finally asking for an explanation."
Veronica turned quietly and stopped only at her front door. Over her
shoulder, she said quietly, but loud enough for
~
~ BV ~ ~
Heath hadn’t slept. Each time he drifted off, he would dream of a faceless
man, calling out to him, calling him ‘brother’. He would wake in a cold sweat.
He knew how damning it was to be raised without a father. He wondered what Tom
had done with the baby. Veronica had confirmed the nun had brought the baby boy
to
Heath’s first stop that morning was the orphanage. He couldn’t explain why he was looking, but he checked the admissions records for that time, years ago. After crawling through stacks of dusty boxes in the attic, he found nothing. No babies had been dropped off at the time. He directed Charger to town and prepared himself to focus on Jarrod’s plight.
As he sat through yet another day of depressing and incriminating testimony,
Heath couldn’t help but steal constant glances at his brothers and sister. He
avoided
~
~ BV ~ ~
Court adjourned for the day and Nick walked slowly over to the Cattlemen’s Club to order up some dinner to be delivered to the jail. Tonight the whole family would be dining together. Heath would wait to return to the ranch. As he waited, one of the ladies that worked the bar sauntered up to Nick.
"Hey, Nick. I got a message for ya."
Assuming he was being propositioned, Nick waved her off. "I got no time or energy tonight, Kathy. Another time." He expected her to leave, but she didn’t.
"The lady told me the note was very important. She said you needed to see her immediately. Something about Jarrod’s trial maybe?" She offered optimistically.
At the final comment, Nick’s head spun to her. "Where’s this note?"
Kathy handed him the paper, and he took it. As he studied his name on the envelope, he dug in his pocket for a coin. "Thanks."
Kathy smiled and accepted the tip. "My pleasure, but I’m going to remind you of your offer when things get better."
He took his eyes off the letter long enough to smile at her. "You do that, honey." He tore open the envelope when she’d left and pulled the letter from within. He read the note, stunned. He called the waiter over. "Cancel my meal. When the others are ready, send them over and tell my family some important business came up. I’ll see them later."
He rode into the yard and dismounted. He tied
"And I knew that if something bad was happening to my family, you’d be behind it. I never trusted you."
"The feeling is mutual. Now, do you want to save your brother or not?"
~
~ BV ~ ~
Nick sent word that something had come up, and he couldn’t be at the trial
in the morning.
The courtroom was nervous and anxious, as Owen Esperson had also not yet arrived. Judge Clavil was about to fine him for contempt when he came crashing through the door, begging the court’s forgiveness. "I’ve astonishing new evidence that has only just now come into my possession. I insist that your honor allow me a moment to share it with my client."
Philip Archer knew he was winning this case, and he was so confident, he wasn’t about to allow any exceptions. "Surely, if this information is so vital, it should be shared with us all."
Owen smiled. "Of course it will be. I only wanted a moment to prepare my client for the dismissal of these charges."
Shock passed through the courtroom, and the Barkley family nearly jumped to their feet.
The judge banged his gavel for all he was worth to bring order to the room. "SILENCE!"
The court finally complied. "I’ll see both counsels at the bench." Both Archer and Esperson stood in front of the judge. "What is this new evidence?"
Owen all but exploded. "I’ve just received a wire from one of my operatives. He’s found evidence that Susan Sanders was an escapee from a mental institution. He’s arriving on the afternoon train with affidavits from her doctors."
Archer was stunned. "This is ridiculous and proves nothing. So what? The girl was pregnant and murdered by Jarrod Barkley. Her past has no influence here." He was confident the judge would see his reason.
"It is weak, Mr. Esperson. You know that." Inside Clavil was relieved it had finally happened. They were too close to a guilty verdict.
"Of course. I wouldn’t presume to think that was enough evidence. It was WHY Miss Sanders was in the institution that will give us cause to reconsider this case." He added his own dramatic sweep of the room to add emphasis. "She was incarcerated for attempting to murder a man. It just so happened she had created a very detailed fantasy life with this man, and when he spurned her affections, she murdered him."
Archer fumbled, feeling suddenly deflated. "But, that’s hardly…"
Esperson grinned. "Based on what my man has said in the wire, the evidence he’s bringing will more than clear Mr. Barkley. He has after all, from the beginning, maintained a minimal knowledge of the girl, who only recently came to work for them. There has been no evidence brought forward to indicate the two had the on going love affair the journals would indicate."
A wave of the judge’s hand stopped Owen. "That’s enough. I’ll motion the court to recess until this witness of yours arrives."
Archer raged. "SIR! This is preposterous! We have no evidence such a man is arriving. I refuse to allow this trial to stop due to this man’s word."
Clavil glared at Archer. "Mr. Archer, a man’s life is at stake. We can well afford to postpone your closing arguments for a few hours." He smashed his gavel on the block and left the bench
Chapter Twelve
The family, minus Nick, all gathered in Jarrod’s cell and heard the latest news from Esperson. Audra’s smile couldn’t be contained, and there was an obvious weight lifted from Jarrod’s shoulders, but he fought to retain a calm demeanor. "It’s not over. We don’t know exactly what’s going to be in those reports."
Jarrod finished her thought. "Something of which we haven’t had much."
Jarrod’s smile increased. "Of course not, Mother."
Heath was relieved by the turn of events, but hadn’t said much. "So, it doesn’t look like there’s anything to do until the afternoon train."
Owen laughed. "Oh contraire, Heath. Jarrod and I have a lot to do. We’ve got to plan the next steps, plan our contingencies."
Audra chimed in. "And we’ll plan the celebration for bringing Jarrod home tonight." She leaned in and kissed his cheek.
Jarrod received the kiss but warned her. "We don’t know that I’ll be released tonight." He stretched an arm around her waist and squeezed her in appreciation.
Audra refused to give in. "Maybe not tonight, but soon, big brother, soon!"
"I think I’ll go find Nick. The ranch was fine this morning. I have no idea what business he’s working on." Heath replaced his hat and made for the door.
Heath knew in his heart she was right, but he wasn’t willing to concede to her. He nodded his understanding and left.
Audra frowned. "It isn’t right, Mother. Where is Nick? Nothing is more important right now."
Jarrod frowned as well. "He may disagree." In his mind, he wondered if Nick was out arranging for Jarrod’s escape as he’d promised. He regretted his moment of desperation and prayed it hadn’t gone too far. He knew his brothers. Nick would go to the end of the earth to save him, but he also knew Heath would find him and bring him back.
Heath strode over to the livery to reclaim Charger. His mind was a whirl of emotions and thoughts. He was thrilled at this new turn of events for Jarrod, but Nick’s absence was strange. He also couldn’t forget that somewhere out there was another Barkley son. Heath could only hope that Tom Barkley had done right by the baby and found a family.
Clive, the stable hand, interrupted his thoughts. "Mr. Heath? Are you
gonna take
Heath was stunned. "
Clive wasn’t as perplexed as Heath. "He rode out dinner time last
night, but then he come back late and left
"Where did he go?"
"I dunno. He took his bag and marched off. He didn’t say nothing."
Heath was even more concerned. "He had a bag? What kind?"
Clive began to squirm. "A suitcase… like he was staying at the hotel, but he didn’t say which one."
Heath smiled to relieve the hand and flipped him a coin for his troubles. "Hold on to both the horses for now, I’m gonna go find him."
Heath checked the Cattleman’s and several other hotels. There was no sign of Nick. For some unknown reason, he returned to the Cattleman’s and ordered a drink. It was still early, but he was feeling unsettled.
"Hey good looking… First Nick, now you. Please tell me ya ain’t about to spurn a girl?" Kathy sauntered up to Heath at the bar.
"You’ve seen Nick?" he asked.
"Sure, I delivered the message last night." She helped herself to the bottle before her.
"What message?"
"I dunno. A lady asked me to give Nick the note, and when he read it, he rode off." Kathy finished the drink, sensing Heath’s imminent departure.
"You don’t know where he went? Who was the lady?"
She thought a moment. "No idea where he went, but… well, I don’t know the lady’s name, but she’s that new woman in town."
Heath paled. He knew, even on such vague information, it was Veronica who had sent Nick the note. He cursed her. He threw a few coins down on the bar, and thanked Kathy before retrieving Charger and heading for home. He chastised himself the whole way to the ranch. He wasn’t naïve. He knew Veronica hated the Barkleys. She had cause. He also knew he’d eventually have to tell his brothers and sister the rest of Veronica’s story. They’d want to know. He didn’t want Nick to find out in any other way. He knew Nick, and he knew he’d fly off the handle.
Not wanting to storm in outraged, Heath decided to double-check the ranch first. He climbed the stairs to Nick’s room and found it empty. He checked the wardrobe and found Nick’s traveling case gone. He couldn’t be sure, but it seemed a few items of clothing were gone too, as well as the family picture that rested on Nick’s night table. Nick had definitely gone. Heath would find out where.
After leaving the house, he rode directly to Veronica’s. She greeted him warmly. "Good afternoon, Heath. I was just about to sit down to lunch, can I offer you something?"
Heath frowned. "No. Where’s Nick?"
Veronica laughed softly. "How on earth would I know where your brother is?"
"I know you sent for him. Where is he?" Heath demanded, the anger boiling just below the surface.
Veronica lost all congeniality. "I don’t like your tone of voice. I don’t know what you’re talking about."
"Like hell you don’t. You sent for him, and now he’s gone. Did you tell him everything?"
Her first response was a firm slap across his cheek. When he’d returned his intent gaze, unfazed, she continued. "I don’t go around spreading my worries with just anyone."
"He’s not just anyone. You don’t think it would hurt him to hear your story? Hear that he’s got another brother out there somewhere?"
Veronica steeled herself. "Get out."
"Where is he?" Heath met her stance.
"I don’t know, and I don’t care. Get off of my property. You are no longer welcome here."
Heath knew he wasn’t going to get any further information from her at the moment, so he backed down. He mounted Charger, but stayed. Meeting her gaze, he added. "It doesn’t have to be like this. I’ll find him. I will."
Veronica said nothing. When Heath’s departing form was no longer visible on the horizon, she finally collapsed onto the steps of the porch. "I know you will, Heath. I’m counting on it." Pain etched on her face, she wiped at the lone tear that slipped across her cheek. “You just needed a little push.”
~
~ BV ~ ~
When he returned to town, Heath checked the stage office and finally the train station. As he approached the ticket window, he rattled the cage a bit to wake the sleepy man inside.
"Oh, sorry, Mr. Barkley. I had to work the late shift last night and early this morning. I guess I dozed off."
"No problem, as a matter of fact, you are just the person I need to see. Have you seen my brother, Nick?"
"Nick? Sure, he took the late train to
"Other man?" Heath asked. "Were they together? Who was it?"
"They came at the same time, but I guess I can’t promise they were together. I never seen the guy before. Can’t tell ya who he was."
Heath didn’t bother to thank the man, as his head was reeling. He wandered away from the ticket window toward town. Why had Nick picked up and gone at such a dire time?
"Heath!"
Heath didn’t immediately hear his mother calling to him.
"Heath!"
Only when she reached his side and touched his arm, did he look at her. "Mother?"
Heath seemed even more distracted and it worried
He shook his head slowly. "It seems he took the train to
"What? Why?" She demanded.
"I have no idea. There was no note at the ranch." He decided not to tell her about the role Veronica Carson might have played in the departure.
Heath nodded somehow knowing it wouldn’t be that simple. He tried to change the subject. "Any word on Jarrod’s case?"
"The reports arrived and are being looked over. The judge will reconvene later this afternoon. That’s why I was looking for you. I knew you’d want to be there."
He nodded again.
"What is it? What aren’t you telling me?" She demanded. She was a petite woman, but she seemed ten feet tall when she assumed this stance.
Heath swallowed and struggled for the right words. "As soon as Jarrod is cleared, I’m leaving."
Heath almost said ‘them’, but caught himself. "To find him." In his heart, he knew he was going to be searching for both his brothers, one known, one not.
"Nick will come back." Her words trembled at the effort it took to force them out. It was obvious she was worried.
"Not Nick."
She sucked in a deep breath. "I understand your desire to find him and I want you to…"
Heath felt an instant pang of anger. "Do you? Do you really want me to find him?"
She stuffed her anger down deep, knowing it wouldn’t help her now. "Yes. He has every right to be part of this family. Just…"
"Just like me?" His voice dropped off to a whisper. "I wish I could believe that."
"Believe what? What has changed that can cause this doubt in you, Heath? I love you. You are my son as well as Tom and Leah’s. I don’t regret a moment of it."
"And you’ll welcome another of your husband’s mistakes as well?" He stayed determined.
She squared her shoulders. "You are no mistake, and neither is this other child. I’ve never treated you so, and I won’t him." She calmed. "You don’t need to find him yourself. We’ll hire the Pinkertons. They’ll find him."
"Veronica has already tried that."
"So you think you’ll be able to do something they couldn’t?" She challenged.
"I do. Assuming you don’t have any evidence locked away somewhere, I’ll have to start from scratch."
Heath adjusted his hat and scanned the street, finally looking back at her. "As long as it takes."
"And if you never find him? What if he doesn’t exist?"
"I’ll see you in court later today."
Chapter Thirteen
"Shove me again and I’ll shove my fist…" Nick silenced himself as
the group of ladies walked by the two men.
"Don’t make threats you don’t intend to keep, Barkley." The gruff man nudged Nick forward again.
"How much farther?" Nick demanded.
The man stopped and pointed down to the docks. "There she is… your new home."
Nick fought to remain calm. It would do him no good to lose his cool now. He’d come this far, and if these two could be trusted, Jarrod would be safe. "Only if the papers print that my brother is free and clear."
The man with him laughed. "No worries. My boss will make it so."
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~ BV ~ ~
Clavil pounded the gavel to bring the courtroom in order, and Esperson began. "Based on these new reports recently made available to us, I move for the immediate release of Jarrod Barkley."
Archer sprang to his feet. He saw the defeat clearly before his eyes, but he refused to give into it easily. "Objection, your honor! I agree it is startling evidence, but certainly it is not enough to drop the charges against Barkley…"
Esperson was grinning from ear to ear. "I object as well, your honor. Mr. Archer has no call to refer to my client in such a way." He glanced at Jarrod who shook off Owen’s rebuke with a subtle smile.
Archer’s eyes flew wide, and he glared openly at Esperson. "My apologies. I repeat. Mr. Barkley is not proven innocent by these documents. We still have a dead girl, and MISTER Barkley is the culprit. These documents change nothing."
Owen was about to break in, but the judge silenced them both with a wave of his gavel. "While it is true, Mr. Archer that we still have a murder victim, these documents clearly back up Mr. Barkley’s story. Unless you can provide a witness for me to prove Jarrod Barkley and Susan Sanders had a relationship other than the business one he has admitted to, you have nothing to hold him on." Clavil drew in a deep breath. "Mr. Barkley, in light of this new evidence, the court finds no reason to hold you. The charges are dismissed!" He pounded the gavel on its block and swiftly left the courtroom.
The audience, the Barkleys included, sprang to their feet, some in outrage,
some in joy.
Philip Archer approached the group solemnly. "So it seems the Barkley
money and influence wins again." He didn’t allow anyone time to reply.
"This isn’t over. I’ll keep hunting to find that poor girl’s murderer and
I know it will lead to your doorstep."
Jarrod opened his mouth to reply, but stopped. He knew there was nothing he could say to Archer at that moment. Deep down, he knew he wasn’t really cleared.
Archer began to step away but a reporter stopped him as he still stood with the group. "What do you have to say to the Barkleys, Archer?"
Archer smiled smugly. "Jarrod Barkley is innocent until proven guilty. I’ll keep searching for that proof. I know it’s out there. I’ll content myself for the time being by knowing that the Barkley mystique has been broken. The public will always look at Jarrod Barkley with doubt. He wasn’t proven innocent." He didn’t care what the Barkleys would say in response. Archer simply walked away.
After giving their own statement to the reporter, the family made their way home. Jarrod stepped out of the jail and took several deep breaths. It felt good to be free. "Let’s go home." He smiled, and his eyes twinkled.
Heath was enjoying his brother’s success, but other things still nagged at him. He excused himself, promising to meet the family at home. He told them he was going to check the telegraph office for word from Nick. He did. There was nothing. He stopped one last time at the Cattlemen’s.
Kathy slid up to him. "Ready to buy me another drink now? I hear we’re celebrating?"
Heath smiled. "Sure." He ordered a bottle and brought it to a table. After pouring two drinks, he glanced around the room and saw Judge Clavil hunched over at the next table. They briefly made eye contact, but the anxious man looked quickly away. Heath wondered why the man was so nervous.
Heath gulped his drink and looked intently at Kathy. "So, the woman who gave you the note for Nick, who was it?"
Kathy rolled her eyes. "I told you. It was that new woman, Cromwell."
Heath was hoping he had been wrong. He rubbed his hands at his face, as Kathy retold the whole story. Heath glanced out between his hands and saw a look of panic cross Clavil’s face. Raising his voice just a bit, he asked Kathy again. "You’re sure it was Mrs. Cromwell?"
He knew what Kathy’s answer would be; he was more interested in Clavil’s reaction to the name. He wasn’t disappointed. At the mere mention of the woman’s name, Clavil pulled at his collar, and his brow began to sweat. Heath had no proof, but he knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that she was involved in this whole awful affair. "Thanks, Kathy." He flipped a few more coins her direction and moved to leave.
He could tell Clavil was relieved when he passed, so he turned back. "Judge Clavil. I just wanted to thank you for your fine work."
Clavil stuttered. "I… I was only doing my job."
"I’m sure my mother would like to thank you as well. Maybe dinner?" Heath pushed.
"No, thank you, I’m just waiting for the train." He fiddled with the buttons on his jacket like a child.
Something inside Heath snapped, and he sat at the table, opposite the judge. "How is she involved in all this?"
The judge tried to be bold. "Who? What on earth are you talking about?"
"I saw you when Veronica Cromwell’s name was mentioned. You about jumped out of your skin. Why?"
"I have no idea what you’re talking about and even if I did, I’d say nothing to you."
Heath felt more and more assured that Clavil was involved in this whole mess. "Why are you afraid of Veronica Cromwell?"
The judge attempted to deny it, but softened. He leaned in to Heath. "You’d do well to fear that woman. That’s all I will say. Your brother is free. It ends now."
"She planned it all, didn’t she?" Heath pressed.
"I don’t know what you’re talking about." Clavil stood, straightened his suit coat and settled his hat on his head. "Good day." He scurried out.
Heath knew he wouldn’t get anything from Clavil at the moment. Frustrated, he rode for home.
After a celebration dinner, the family spent time together long into the night. Jarrod revealed his concerns over Nick. “It was foolish of me. I should have known better.” He paused and finished the rest of the amber liquid in his glass. “I lost faith in the system. I sent Nick off to save me by any means.” He finally turned to face his family after the confession. “I’m sorry. It’s my fault he’s gone.”
It was decided that if Nick wasn’t heard from by the following evening, they would go in search of him.
~
~ BV ~ ~
Nick was rudely awakened by a slap. Before he could come to his full senses, papers were shoved in his face.
"There’s your proof. Get moving. You’ve got a ship to catch."
Nick scanned the headlines, absorbing the information. Jarrod had been cleared of the charges. Veronica Cromwell had made good on her promises. He glanced at his guard and considered his options. She’d blackmailed him. He thought back to their conversation.
"Good evening, Mr. Barkley. I knew you’d come."
"And I knew that if something bad was happening to my family, you’d
be behind it. I never trusted you."
"The feeling is mutual. Now, do you want to save your brother or
not?"
"You did it? You intend to give yourself up to set my brother
free?" Nick demanded.
She laughed. "No, I didn’t do it, but I have evidence that could get
your brother released."
Nick held out his hand. "Then give it to me."
Veronica laughed again. "Don’t be silly. What’s in it for me?"
Nick growled. "Just what is it you want?"
"I’ll get the documents to the court, but you’ll need to
leave."
"Leave?"
Veronica leaned in close to Nick. "Just how far will you go to save
your brother from the noose? Will you give up your own life?"
Nick shook his head. She’d lived up to her end of the deal, now he had to decide if he would live up to his. He hadn’t really planned on following through. What could happen? He simply had to get by this thug, get home, and he was safe. It was his word against hers, and she’d made the deal. What more could she do? Did she have some further way of framing Jarrod? He knew he had to take the risk. He couldn’t follow through with this.
"Don’t even think about it, Barkley. I’m not alone. I got three other guys in the hallway. You’re getting on that ship the easy way or the hard way. It’s your choice."
Nick Barkley didn’t mind doing things the hard way. He lunged across the room.
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~ BV ~ ~
Heath knew he should be more involved with the ranch that morning. He tried to push himself to begin the lengthy list of chores, but couldn’t. He hadn’t slept last night. Jarrod might be safe, but Nick was still missing and he knew Veronica knew more about recent events than she let on.
Silas waved him in, and he tucked his gloves into his waistband and made for breakfast. He considered skipping the family meal, but out of respect for what Jarrod had gone through, he took his usual seat.
They exchanged typical morning greetings but ate in silence. Audra finally broke the tension. "Maybe we shouldn’t wait until tonight to look for Nick?"
Everyone thought about their responses, Jarrod compiled his first. "I think we might just need time for the news to reach him." He frowned. “I still can’t believe I did this.”
"It’s understandable, Jarrod. I was beginnin’ to think about ways to spring you myself." Heath offered as comfort.
Heath rode into her yard again. He didn’t bother to knock; he simply took a seat on the porch. He knew she’d come to him.
“I used to look forward to your visits, but after yesterday…”
The voice had floated through the door. Heath remained calm. “Can’t face me?”
Veronica was never one to ignore a challenge. She pushed open the screen door and stepped onto the porch. “I’m not sure a lady alone on a ranch should greet a dangerous man.”
Heath stood at her comment and glared. His eyes were narrow and cold. “I am a dangerous man. I’m only going to ask you one more time. Where’s Nick?”
She didn’t laugh or visibly respond. “I don’t know.”
At the end of her statement, Heath noted a slight rise in the corners of her lips. She was playing a game. “Let me rephrase the question. I know Nick came here. What did you talk about?”
“Your brother.”
“What about him?” Heath didn’t bother to ask which one. He knew now that she hadn’t told him about her child or relationship with Tom Barkley.
“I was wondering if he would be found innocent.” Her tone was even and cool.
“He was.”
Veronica smiled. “He was not. He was released for lack of evidence. There’s a difference.”
“What did you tell Nick?” Heath closed the gap between them and leaned in close. He made every attempt to intimidate her with his body.
“I told him my story. Maybe he was so sickened he left home?” She laughed, but stepped back from Heath.
“That’s a lie. You didn’t tell him anything about yourself.” Heath would never know why, but he suddenly thought of Clavil. “Do you know Judge Clavil? Is that why this evidence suddenly turned up?”
She smiled. “If I knew the judge, why would I use my connection to save your brother?”
Heath was envisioning possibilities in his mind, and one spilled out. “What deal did you make with Nick?” He searched her face and found the truth revealed. “That’s it, isn’t it? You made a deal with Nick and that’s why the evidence suddenly turned up.” He stepped back from her. “You’ve been behind this whole thing, haven’t you?” Anger swelled up within him. “Everything you told me was a lie. There’s no baby. You just wanted your sick revenge.” He stormed at her and grabbed her roughly by the arms. “Where’s NICK?”
She choked on her reply, but said nothing. A small click distracted Heath and it was followed by a low, voice. “I’m not sure what’s going on here, but I suspect you take your hands off this lady.”
Heath lightened his grip, but didn’t let go. “This is no lady. She and I are going to take a ride into town and talk to the sheriff.”
Heath felt the hand’s gun press into his neck. “Like I said, I don’t know what’s going on here, but if there’s a problem, you can unhand the lady and ride to town for the sheriff.” The man paused. “I don’t want to shoot you, but I will.”
Heath stepped back, releasing Veronica. He rushed down the steps and climbed onto Charger’s back. He held the reins tightly and glared at Veronica. “I will be back, with the sheriff and we will have the truth.”
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~ BV ~ ~
From the ferociousness of the entrance,
He’d started up the stairs intending to ignore her, but guilt weighed heavier on him, and he turned back to face her. “Sorry about that. I’m feelin’ a might frustrated.” He longed to say more, to apologize to her, but his pride wasn’t quite ready to confess.
She smiled at him and held out her hand. “I know the feeling. I wish Nick were here.” She pulled him into the parlor and indicated for him to sit. She poured him a drink and took the seat next to him as he took it. “Audra went to the orphanage to take her mind off Nick and Jarrod went to town to start some inquiries. I was just sitting here thinking everything over.”
Guilt again washed over Heath. He knew
She seemed to ignore his attempt. “I was thinking of my five favorite days.”
Heath raised an eyebrow in suspicion. “Your wedding and the day your children were born?”
She smiled more broadly, a mischievous twinkle in her
eye. “Not quite. Nick came into this world as you might
expect. He screamed his protest. Tom told me he heard him the minute he
entered the world. We both knew he would
be a force to be reckoned with.” She
smiled at the memory. “
Heath cut her off. “He was your first.” Heath knew conversations like this weren’t common. Womenfolk didn’t talk about delivering babies with men. It simply wasn’t done. He knew he should be embarrassed and leave, but he was compelled to hear these details about his siblings.
She shook her head. “No, it was the look in his eyes. It had been a difficult delivery. I don’t remember much of it, but I do remember holding my healthy, baby boy and being amazed by him. He seemed wise beyond his years. His eyes were already so wise, as if he knew all the mysteries of life.”
Heath smiled. It seemed his brother’s personalities were present at birth. If it was true of all babies, he assumed he had been a quiet baby. He considered asked Hannah next time he went to Strawberry, but shook the thought away. He doubted she’d remember anyway.
He dropped his glass on the side table. “Just wondering about Audra.” His blue eyes twinkled.
She knew he wasn’t telling the truth, but she beamed despite
the knowledge. She’d play his game. “Audra was a princess, a true princess. Nick grumbled about a sister, wondering what
on earth you could do with one, but her brothers doted on her. Your father used to call her pure sunshine.”
Heath tensed. “Don’t.”
“Her child was stolen from her. That’s not something I’d wish on my worst enemy. To lose a child, it’s a horrible thing. I’ve always felt badly for her.”
Heath studied her face. She spoke with such conviction it was as if she spoke from experience. He couldn’t push further, so he opted to lighten the mood. “That’s only four.”
She looked at him puzzled. “Four?”
“Of your favorite days. You said there were five.” He grinned.
She ran her hand gently along his cheek. “You’re the fifth.”
Heath couldn’t help but pull back. He didn’t understand what she was saying. He muttered. “Huh?”
She smiled brightly. “The day you arrived here.” She squeezed his chin and forced him to face her. “I wish I had been there the day you were born, but it isn’t necessary. It doesn’t change how I feel about you.” She added softly. “Despite what you think.”
Heath muttered an apology, but she silenced him and went on. “I listened that night. I heard the argument you had with your brothers. I knew you were telling the truth that night. The next day, when you stood in the foyer and were stuffing the apples into your hat, I knew you were Tom’s son. There was no doubt.” She paused, sorting her words. “I know he was flawed, but I loved him. There you were, so much like him and yet you’d never met him. If he had known about you Heath, he would have never abandoned you. You have to believe that. WE would have taken care of you and your mother.”
Heath saw deep into her heart and knew she was telling the truth. Too much had happened to wish for things to have been differently now. He merely accepted the love she now offered him. “I do.”
~
~ BV ~ ~
Owen had been cleaning out his papers when Jarrod
arrived. They shared a celebratory drink
and Owen left to catch his train with Jarrod’s gratitude. He fumbled through the papers on his desk and
looked for the addresses of the men he would contact in
He was about to go, when a paper in the waste basket caught his eye. It was pink and an elaborate VC was inscribed at the top. He assumed it was Owen’s, but curiosity nagged at him. He pulled the paper from the basket and scanned its contents. He sank to the corner of his desk and reread the letter. It made no sense.
He folded the paper and tucked it into his vest pocket. He’d hadn’t actually planned on riding into town this morning. He’d actually contemplated helping Heath on the ranch. He smiled to himself. There was still the afternoon. He clicked the lock on his office door and stepped into the bright morning sunshine. Freedom sat well on his shoulders and he drank in the fresh air. A few people acknowledged him, but most glanced away. He hoped in time the reaction would fade.
“Well, looky here. It’s the murderin’ lawyer, all free and clear.”
Jarrod ignored the men who had just stumbled onto the deck in front of his office. He checked Jingo’s saddle and started to mount.
Another man had circled behind and pushed himself between Jarrod and his horse. “Are ya plannin’ on leavin’?”
Jarrod took a deep breath. “Gentlemen, I have business elsewhere. If you’ll excuse me…” He waited a brief second for the men to move. No one did. Jarrod scanned their faces. He thought he’d seen them in town before. The group worked at one of the ranches nearby.
“Doesn’t he talk perty? Murderers don’t sound like that. Ya suppose that’s why he got off?” The man pulled at Jingo’s reins.
Jarrod snapped the reins away and pushed the other man away. He mounted. “I was released because I’m innocent.” He spurred Jingo’s side and rode off quickly. He chided himself for the final comment. He knew men like that didn’t respond to any kind of reason, especially drunk as they were. He wondered if this incident would ever leave him be. He pushed his pessimism deep down and rode for home.
Chapter Fifteen
Heath rode quickly back to Veronica’s ranch. He knew he wasn’t going to get any further information from her, but he had a message of his own to deliver. He wasn’t surprised to find no one in the yard when he arrived. Knowing Veronica, she knew he’d be back and she had other plans. He didn’t care. He climbed the stairs and entered her home without permission. She was sitting in a chair, waiting. “Veronica.” The name dripped icily off his tongue. He was no longer concerned with manners or polite society.
“Heath,” she countered. “Come back for more?”
“Where’s Nick?”
She laughed. “If we’re going to continue this old argument, you might as well sit down.” She gestured to the chair across from her.
Heath noted the slur to her voice and wondered if she wasn’t beginning to crack after all. “Tell me where he is and the argument is over.”
She smiled and shook her head. “I can’t help you.”
“More like you won’t.”
“Sit, sit! Let’s be civil. We can be civil, can’t we Heath?” she purred.
“I’ve no need to sit for what I have to say.”
“Aw, you’re angry with me? I thought we understood each other. I thought you were my ally, Heath. I thought we shared an equal hatred of Tom Barkley.”
Heath considered her words, searching for clues to his approach. “I do hate Tom Barkley. He may have sired me, and he may be beloved by others, but I’ll never love him.”
She smiled. “See.”
Heath cut her off. “That doesn’t mean I feel the same way about his family, MY family. I do love them…”
“Even
He fought his smile. She’d said exactly what he needed her to say. “I know she’s a good woman who’s done the best she can. She didn’t have to take me in, but she did and she… she loves me.”
Veronica sprang to her feet but then staggered. “Saint
Heath ignored her barb. “I felt bad for you. Worse, I believed you. I was ready to leave everyone I have here behind and go off to search for my missing brother, your son.”
Veronica paled. “You’re not going to find him? You have to! I know you are the one who can find my son.” She grew suddenly dark. “She did it. She talked you out of this, didn’t she?”
Heath held his calm. “There’s no son for me to find. It’s all a lie, just like everything else in your life. You never delivered Tom Barkley’s child. It’s all an elaborate lie you created to fuel your revenge. I won’t be a part of that. You’re just sick and you need more help than I can give you.”
She stared at him, stunned. “Don’t say that. Don’t you dare!”
He chuckled softly. “I don’t believe you. Everything you’ve told me is just your sick lie! You invented this story to justify your revenge. That’s all it is, a story. You have a sickness in your heart, and you decided that the Barkleys have to pay for your pain. I can’t let that happen, I’m one of them.”
Her eyes were wild with many emotions. “You’re not one of them. You were used by them, just like me. That’s why I spared you. You share no guilt in all this. You’re innocent, like me!” She pleaded with him.
“I’m not like you at all. I almost was. I almost let the pain and bitterness eat away at me, but I let it go. The Barkleys helped me do that when they accepted me. I was like you once, filled with anger. Then they welcomed me, gave me a name and a family to be proud of. I won’t let you hurt them. Barkleys aren’t perfect. I know that, but I know something you don’t. You came here to break the Barkleys. You can’t. No one can. They stand together and they take their lumps. They do the best they can, together. You can’t break them. No one can. We’ll find Nick, with or without your help. You won’t win. I learned this when they accepted me.”
She spat. “Accepted you? You’ll always be the bastard. The one outside looking in. You’ll always play the role of grateful whelp. You and my son deserve better. You deserve the entire empire. I’ll see to that. I was going to share with you, but now you can go down with the rest of them.”
Heath struggled to control his rage. “You have no son.”
She slapped him. “Don’t you dare tell me I have no son. I sweated and grunted to bring him into the world.” Veronica seemed to forget Heath was present. She drifted into a dream world. Her voice softened, and she acted as if the babe she touted was present. “He was a good size, I guess. Not too small like other babies I’d seen. He had black hair, like a raven’s wing and blue eyes. They were wise. I knew he was smart. I counted all his fingers and toes. He was perfect. The only mark on his skin was a birthmark on his forearm. I kept rubbing it gently. I think I was trying to make it go away. That wretched sister kept saying it was the mark of the devil. I knew she was wrong. It was my son’s mark of strength. I held him, cooing to him…”
Heath had stopped listening to the elaborate scheme she’d devised. He watched her pretend to rock the baby in her arms and he shook his head in disappointment. He didn’t know if it was the alcohol or if vengeance had truly driven her over the edge. There was nothing more for him here. He stepped out and left her to her fantasy.
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~ BV ~ ~
“I told you to tie off that line.” The sharp snap of the whip emphasized the reprimand. “Don’t make me ask you again!”
Nick ignored the request again, preparing to feel the sting of the whip. He didn’t really worry about more pain. He still winced from the beating he’d received getting to this point. He might have lost the battle to escape, but he certainly hadn’t made it easy for them to bring him on board. He grinned at the thought; fairly certain he’d broken his fair share of bones in the others.
“What seems to be the problem here?” A second man’s voice distracted Nick, and he glanced up to meet the face of a man in uniform, the captain.
“This one doesn’t seem to want to pull his fair share, sir.” The sailor hung his head low in respect.
The captain used the sextant he was carrying to lift Nick’s head. “Is there some reason you’re causing trouble, boy?”
Nick wanted to laugh at ‘boy’. Anyone could see he was no boy. It also reminded him of Heath. He wondered if his brothers would be able to find him. “I don’t belong here.”
The captain laughed. “All men belong to the sea. Do your work and perhaps you’ll live long enough to enjoy it.”
“I’m not your average shanghai…”
Nick was cut off when a sharp backhand from the captain split his lip. “Don’t you be using words like that on this ship!”
“I’ll escape.” Nick said, more determined than ever.
Both the captain and the sailor broke into hearty laughter. “You’re welcome to try. As it is, I heard you set foot on board left first. If you survive long enough to see a port, you’re welcome to try.” He pulled Nick by the collar and forced him to look at the horizon. There was nothing but water as far as the eye could see. “It’ll be several months before you even get a chance. There’s no knowing if you’ll understand the ones present when we do go ashore. Until then, you’ll work to earn your keep, like everyone else.”
~
~ BV ~ ~
Jarrod rode home but shied away from the most direct route. He needed time to think about everything that had happened and what his future held. He knew his family would tell him it was too soon to worry, but he knew better. His legal career would fall to low levels and his political aspirations were now dead. He knew it.
He stopped at the old bridge and thought of his brothers. He knew there was enough to do for him around the ranch, business wise, and the thought of working more closely with them was appealing. Perhaps his father’s dream of all his sons working the ranch might one day come true.
He led Jingo down to the water and he sat himself on a rock. The midday sun beat down on him and he rolled up his sleeves. He began to wonder how Nick and Heath had learned to fight the elements. It seemed like a lifetime ago that he’d possessed the same skills.
“Well, looky here. The lawyer man’s tired. Are convicts allowed to use this creek?”
Jarrod looked up to find two of the three men from town. He stifled a groan and stood up. He didn’t want a quarrel with these men. Some might call it cowardice, but he was never one to back down from a fight. He simply wasn’t in the mood today. He knew the men would disappear and sleep it off when he was nearer the ranch. He continued to ignore the men and mounted Jingo, directing him onto the bridge.
In the middle of the bridge, the third man appeared on the other side. Jarrod paused briefly, considering his options. Forward meant only one to deal with, the bridge was too narrow to consider reverse. He’d teased Nick and Heath about making it wider to accommodate their egos. He couldn’t help but wish his brothers were here.
He urged Jingo forward. He saw the man ahead of him tense in his saddle. He moved his arm just enough to let loose the trigger guard on his holster. With three to one odds, he wasn’t foolish enough to think he wouldn’t need it. As he neared the end, he spurred Jingo and roared into the other man, who scrambled to get out of the way.
The men behind him immediately followed and caught up father than he would have liked. They were riding along the river bank and Jarrod felt the impact as one of the men flew from his own horse and crashed into Jarrod’s side, sending both men toppling into the water. Both came up swinging, but Jarrod was faster. He sent the man backward into the water with a powerful blow to the chin.
Jarrod staggered to the water’s edge a few feet further, where Jingo waited. Before he could climb onto his trusty horse’s back, a second man lunged at him and again they fought in the water. Before Jarrod could dispose of the second, the third also joined the fray.
Jarrod gave better than he got, all things considered. One of the men was flung onto the shore, and stayed put. Jarrod took his fair share of hits before he was able to slug the other man into unconsciousness. As he dragged the limp form to shore, out of the water’s harm, he glanced over to the remaining man, who was climbing to his feet. “We through?”
The man nodded. “I don’t get why we were here in the first place. I got no score to settle with you, Barkley.” He pointed to the man hung up on a tree limb across the water. “S’him who knew the girl.”
Jarrod glanced over to the man, memorizing his features. He couldn’t help but wonder just how well the man knew Susan. He pulled himself onto Jingo’s back and rode for home.
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~ BV ~ ~
Heath arrived home shortly before Jarrod.
One look at her bedraggled son and Victoria flew across the room. “Jarrod, what happened?”
Jarrod tried to smile, but winced from the bruising on his cheek and mouth. “Just a few boys causing trouble on the way home.” He moved over to the stairs and sat, pulling off his boots. A puddle of water came with his socks. “I suspect there’s more where that came from.” Once both boots were off, he sat a moment and looked at the concerned faces of his mother and brother. “I’m fine.”
“Who were they?” Heath asked, ready to go and finish any problems. His body was strung tightly. All could see.
Jarrod smiled. “Just some drunken ranch hands.” He didn’t share his suspicions just yet. He didn’t like the expression on Heath’s face and now was not the time to worry about the situation. Nick was their only concern. He fingered his torn sleeve. “Looks like this shirt has seen finer days.” He fumbled at the cufflink and pulled what remained of his tattered sleeve over his hand.
Heath felt trapped. He had no idea what to do. He thought about
Heath was saved by Jarrod. “I’m heading up for a hot bath.” He smiled at his mother who was about to speak herself. He held his finger up to her lips. “And then I will let you attack me with the liniment.”
She smiled and backed off. Glancing around, she noted that Heath had retreated into the parlor and was gulping down a drink. As he quickly refilled his glass, she began to worry. “Jarrod’s fine. He took care of the men. We’ll tell the sheriff in the morning.” She assumed this was the cause of Heath’s concern.
Heath wasn’t the slightest bit interested in Jarrod’s latest battle. He was thinking back to everything he’d been told about Jarrod’s birth. When he’d run through his own storehouse, he asked. “Tell me again about Jarrod’s birth.”
Chapter Sixteen
“Tell me again about
Jarrod’s birth.”
Heath forced a smile. “It was one of your happy days. We need a little happiness right now. It will occupy your mind until Jarrod cleans up.” He forced his smile even larger.
She nodded warily. “It wasn’t your father’s. He’d been called to town. When the pains were too strong to ignore, I was trying to get help when Wally and Jenny Miles happened along. They were trying to take me to town, but they knew I wouldn’t make it, so we stopped at their house. Wally went for Tom, and the doctor and Jenny stayed with me. Jarrod didn’t want to wait, but I wasn’t quite ready. I don’t even remember much of the delivery. Jenny was worried they would lose me. The next thing I remember was waking up to see your father holding his son. That’s when that favorite day began.”
“So…”
Heath couldn’t continue, the front door suddenly swung open, and Veronica Cromwell stumbled in, brandishing a gun. Both Heath and Victoria ran to the edge of the foyer and saw Veronica attempt to right herself. “Sorry to burst in like that, but I didn’t want to give you a chance to slam the door in my face.” She stepped further in, although the steps were unsteady at best.
Heath tried to shield his mother, but
Veronica leered. “What do I want?” She waved her hands around. “Everything. All of this should be mine and my son’s. I’m tired of playing games. I intend to take it.” She fired her gun for emphasis.
Heath was twitching with anticipation, but
Veronica smiled and looked
Heath pulled
She shook her head like a child being reprimanded. “Nope. You had your chance. I tried to save you, but you’ve decided you’re one of them. You suffer the same fate as the others.” She steadied her shoulders and tried to stabilize herself. “My plan didn’t work, well not all of it.” She paused, wiping a tear from her eye with her free hand. Then she placed both hands on the gun. “You shouldn’t have gone back on your word. You said you’d find my son. I believed you. I counted on you. I almost gave up my plan.” She whimpered. “But then you said I was lying.” She waved the gun again and fired.
Heath shoved
Heath held up his hands. “I’ll do it. I’ll find him. I’m sorry.”
Veronica shook her head. “No, no, this isn’t going to end well for anyone. Nick’s gone and now the rest of you…” She pointed the gun directly at Heath’s chest.
From the corner of his eye, Heath saw Jarrod aim. He knew it would be close. He considered running, but didn’t need to. Veronica’s arm faltered from alcohol or stress and she stumbled.
Jarrod had no idea what was happening. He’d intended to incapacitate the woman threatening his family. He fired at her shoulder, but just as he released the trigger, she turned and stumbled. He watched her fall to the ground and didn’t know the results until he reached the bottom of the stairs and saw Veronica Cromwell’s dead eyes looking up at him. A cold shuddered passed through his heart. He shook it off and looked to his mother and brother. “Are you alright?”
They both nodded.
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~ BV ~ ~
It was late afternoon when the sheriff left with the reports and Veronica’s body. Jarrod now knew why Veronica Cromwell hated the Barkleys and he accepted the news in his typical stoic manner.
Heath hadn’t confided all the thoughts in his mind.
The three sat silently in the parlor.
Jarrod coughed and broke the tension. “She admitted to arranging all this. I’m going to her home for evidence. Maybe we can find what she did with Nick.” He stood and kissed his mother’s cheek. “Coming with me, Heath?”
Heath had watched Jarrod kiss his mother and his emotions swirled. Was there any way to find out the truth? Did it matter now? “No, I got something else to check on.” He stood as well.
While Jarrod rode to the Cromwell ranch, Heath went to the Miles’ ranch. He had to know the truth. He was greeted by Jenny Miles, who quickly informed him that Wally was in town until later that evening.
“I’m not here to see Wally. I need to talk to you.” His eyes relayed his intensity as Jenny stepped back to allow him in.
She coughed politely. “I’m not sure how I can help you. Can I fix some tea?”
He shook his head. “I don’t need tea. I just need answers.” He knew he was scaring her, but he didn’t know any other way. “I know about the secret you’ve been keeping all these years.”
Jenny paled. “Se..cre..t?”
“Tell me the whole story,” he insisted.
She shook her head nervously. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Heath rolled his head and tried to calm his pounding heart. “Look, I don’t know what’s going to happen, but I have to know the truth and I have to hear it from you.”
Jenny seemed to grow strong before his eyes. “What good will it do anyone? It can only bring more hurt.”
“For who? Veronica Cromwell is dead. It was her son, wasn’t it? Jarrod is the son of Tom Barkley and Veronica Carson. I want to know what happened.”
Jenny’s eyes were rimmed with red. “What good will it do now?”
Heath drew in a long breath. “She asked me to find her son. I need to know if I have or if I need to find a lost brother. You’re the only one who can answer.”
Jenny stepped backward and sank into a chair. “She wasn’t doing well. She was barely awake when she delivered the babe.”
Heath knew she was talking about
Jenny continued. “The
baby was even worse. He was tiny and
very blue. I could see him gasping for
breath. I knew he wouldn’t make it. I worried about telling
Jenny wrapped her arms around herself to bring comfort. Heath could see this wasn’t an easy memory for her.
“When the knock at the door came, I prayed it was the doctor. It was the baby’s only hope. It was Tom. He was carrying a basket.”
“I heard about Vic in
town. Wally’s going for the doctor. Is she ok?”
Tom ignored the basket he set at his feet.
“The baby came, but it
isn’t doing well, Tom.
Tom rushed past me and after glancing at
“This never happened.”
“What are you talking
about, Tom.
He handed the bundle to me and stepped out of the room. He came back with the other basket.
“This is our son,
Jarrod Thomas Barkley.”
He pulled that boy out of the basket and laid it at
“What?” I had no idea
what to say. “What do I do? What do I say?”
“Nothing! Tom whirled on her. “Not one word to anyone. This stays between us. No one needs to know. Wrap up the baby and I’ll make sure he gets a
proper burial.”
Jenny sat silently, awash in her guilt. Heath was too stunned to push her. He hadn’t wanted to be right. He had no idea what he would do now.
“What could I do? Who would believe me? He never said, but the timing was right. It had to be Veronica Carson’s child. Why else would he have had it?”
Heath stumbled over his question. “Do you know where he buried the baby?”
She shook her head.
“No, but while
“She doesn’t know?” he asked softly.
Jenny’s eyes went wild again. “I didn’t tell her and I never could. I doubt Tom would. What man could admit such a thing? I barely sleep at night.” She rose to her feet and clutched at Heath’s arm. “You can’t tell her!”
Heath was quiet for a while. “You did the right thing.”
“So you’re not going to tell them?” Jenny asked, desperate the secret should be kept.
“No. What good would it do?”
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~ BV ~ ~
Heath rode slowly home against the darkening sky. He knew the decision not to tell Jarrod was
the right one. Jarrod didn’t need to suffer
the insecurities of a maligned parenthood.
One thought, nagged at Heath’s heart.
Did
The house was a bustle of activity when Heath returned. He found Jarrod in the study, assembling papers. “We’re off tomorrow.”
Heath smirked at his older brother’s confidence. “Off where?”
Jarrod stopped and considered the question. “
Heath hadn’t read the whole letter. “They’ll kill him?”
Jarrod shook his head. “No. She wanted to punish him by keeping him away from us the rest of his life. He’s headed for either the Orient or…”
Heath looked up at Jarrod’s hesitation. “Or?”
Jarrod looked glum for the first time. “Or
Heath paled as well.
Nick would stick out and be far easier to find in the Orient.
“How are your sea legs, little brother?”
The end!