The Gift

Part 2

by Jana

Heath too was giving thanks for a Mother’s understanding and unfailing trust.  He would never let her down.  Her happiness, the families happiness, was a primary goal.  He was learning to trust again and he could count the people on two hands that he could thank for this miracle.  Each helping in his or her own way.  Each reaching out with acceptance.  The wary feeling was not there as often.  Only occasionally, did he feel, that the rug would be pulled out from under him anymore.  It only really occurred on trips to town, when a loudmouthed cowboy made a drunken comment.  Heath smiled as he realized he walked away more often than not now.  Funnily enough,  Nick was the one taking the physical abuse, as he fought the town against the verbal abuse and stereotyping hurled at Heath. 

The next few days flew by for everyone in the Barkley household, as each tackled not only their own responsibilities but helped in the preparation for the quickly approaching Harvest festival. 

Audra and Colleen worked side by side making sure the games were planned, the persons assigned would be running them,  and all the necessary items needed to play them were on hand. 

Victoria and Edna, met every other day in Stockton, to finalize the charity auction.  Each of the female participants was confirmed and flyers stating the particulars were distributed.  Edna also took the time to interview each lady, claiming she needed the information so  the men would know the ladies interests, thereby bidding higher and increasing profits.  At least that’s  what she told Victoria.   

As she interviewed each young lady that had agreed to participate, she listed their interests deemed two acceptable for introduction to Heath.  The first was Jenny Watkins and the second Virginia Wheeler.  Both were quiet ladies who enjoyed cooking, sewing, and horses.  She felt that Heath needed all these qualities in a wife to be happy.  Someone needed to make sure he ate, and had descent clothing, but more importantly Heath’s love for horses needed to be shared by his wife.  She had seen the calming influence just petting Gal gave him when he was unsettled, and he enjoyed breaking their horse more than any other task he had tackled for them.  Did an excellent job too.  Dhalia, as they called her, was well mannered, calm, and easy to handle by either herself or George.  

Nick, while  managing the ranch, also took the time to oversee the gathering of over 400 pumpkins and get them delivered to the town for the annual carving contest.   Nick hated pumpkins.  He had expected to turn this job over to Heath this year, however knowing that Heath was spending his extra time getting his stallion broken, he decided to let him off the hook.  Now next year would be a different story. He never wanted to touch a pumpkin again.   

There had been a problem with the pumpkins this year when the first batch was loaded.  A  wagon wheel broke spilling the pumpkins all over, and damaging all but a few.  It took time to clear away the smashed pumpkins and choose another batch.  This was important as each pumpkin needed to be about the same size and shape. God but Nick hated pumpkins.  He wished that they didn’t even grow any, but the entire valley counted on the Barkleys to provide the pumpkins every year. *Maybe next year they could carve potatoes!* Nick thought.  

Heath and Jarrod by luck and design avoided becoming involved.  Jarrod pleaded an important case, which wasn’t an outright fabrication, and Heath was just not home enough to get roped into the work. 

As October 30th drew to a close, Audra’s anxiety increased to a point where she couldn’t sit still.  

“I need to just check on one more thing Jarrod, could you go over this list with me?” Audra asked, pacing around the family room. 

“Not tonight Audra. Everything is done. The festival is tomorrow, and you need your rest,” Jarrod chuckled at her obvious discomfort. 

“Jarrod, Please!  Please!  I know it should be fine, but all the children are counting on me.  I would be positively mortified if something went wrong.” 

“There, there Sis, Nick and I will help tomorrow with the kids games.  How’s that?”  Heath said in an effort to calm Audra down. 

“Now wait a minute there boy.  I’m not helping with the kiddie games.  I have more important things to do.”  Nick stated. 

“Oh yeah.  Like what?” 

“Like making sure everything is ready for the charity auction, the pumpkins are in place, and the horses are ready for the contest.    Is that enough for you?”

“Boy Howdy, Nick.  I had no idea you were that involved in this Festival.” Heath said shaking his head and trying to hide a grin. 

“How could you Heath, Nick said coming up and placing his hand on Heath’s shoulder, this is your first time at this festival. You  haven’t been here for most of the division of labor either.” 

Feeling guilty over his assumption Heath said, “yeah , you’re right.  Do you need help Nick, or should I still help Audra with the children’s games in the morning?” 

“Help Audra.  The pumpkins just need unloading, the horses are stabled.  I just need to check on them for last minute problems, and the charity auction, well, they don’t need help.  Just thought it might be fun,” He added smiling as well. 

“Thank you for mentioning we had the auction under control.  Really Nick, there is nothing for you to do except talk to the girls.” Victoria pointed out. 

“I know, Mother, I know,” he winked. 

Shaking his head, Heath said “Nick, I’ll go unload the pumpkins early tomorrow, then help Audra til the games end at 11:30.  I want to do my share.  How’s that sound?” 

With obvious disgust Nick said “No need, but as I hate pumpkins I’ll take you up on it.” 

“I would appreciate your help as well, Heath, Audra said, it just might help me sleep tonight knowing you’ll be there.” 

Taking care not to remind Nick that the kids games were where Colleen would be found, Heath answered “Fine.  See you tomorrow.” then went to bed followed closely by the rest of his family. 

Heath rose early, startled to hear movement from down the hallway.  He was usually the first one up.  On his way to the bathroom to shave, he noticed light was coming from under Audra’s door.  Knocking softly he asked, “Any problems?” as she answered her door. 

“No, I just know you rise early and I was hoping for a ride into town.” 

“Sure thing Sis.  I’m leaving in fifteen minutes.” 

“Would you grab me something to eat from the kitchen.  There is no way I can be ready and eat in fifteen minutes.  Do you always do everything so fast?” she chuckled. 

“Not everything.” he responded, looking down at the carpet to hide a blush. 

 Shivering in the early morning air and muttering about how long women take, Heath was impatiently standing by the buggy when Audra arrived, ten minutes late. 

“Let’s get going.  Here’s a sandwich.” 

“Heath, sandwiches aren’t for breakfast,” Audra pouted. 

“They are today.  Let’s get moving.” 

Helping Audra into the buggy,  Heath took the reins and began the trip into town.  As brother and sister enjoyed the early morning ride, the companionable silence stretched.  As they crested the top of the hill that would signal their descent into Stockton, Heath abruptly reigned in the horses, stopping the buggy.  As Audra took in the sunrise from the top of the hill, she leaned close to her brother and whispered, “Now I understand why you enjoy rising before the dawn.  It's spectacular.  I’d forgotten.” 

No response forthcoming, she added, “Heath?’ 

Bring himself back to reality, he said “We’d best be getting a move on.” 

As Audra moved closer to Heath, she felt privileged to be allowed this glimpse of her quiet brother.  He still had many surprises to share with the family.  It seemed like he had been with them forever.  It took moments like these to realize he was still an unknown in many ways. 

Maneuvering the buggy toward the town square, Heath handed his sister from the buggy and proceeded to park it at the livery stable. 

“Morning Gabe.  Usual place?” 

 “Morning Heath. You know I’ll take care of this for you.” 

“Yep, but I’ll do it.  Save you the trouble.” 

“It’s my job Heath, no trouble.  I tell you that every time you come in.  What is it with you and personally  taking care of all your horses, buggies, wagons, etc...? Gabe questioned.  The rest of the family trusts me.” 

“Its not a matter of trust.  Just taking care of what’s mine.” Heath responded, as he went to work. 

“Suit yourself, Heath,”  Gabe said, shaking his head. 

After making sure the buggy was stored and the horses were cared for, Heath walked back to the square to begin unloading the pumpkins.  He figured that if he spent time unloading this early in the morning, he would warm up enough to avoid needing a coat until later that night.  He could find a way to stay warm then.  It had been hard not letting Audra see how cold he was, not that he expected her to really give it much thought.  She was concerned with pleasing the children.  *She will make a fine mother,* he thought.  Still as she moved closer to him when they stopped to view the sunrise, he had welcomed her warmth.

Waving to his sister and Colleen, he headed to the piled up pumpkins on the two buckboards.  Boy Howdy, but that was a lot of pumpkins.  Nick had said so , but until he had seen them all stacked on top of each other, he never really understood what Nick’s griping was about.  Bending to his task of unloading the pumpkins, he began taking them from the wagons, and piling them in the roped off area Nick had described.  By eight a.m. he was tired and there were still pumpkins to go. *At least I’m not cold, actually kinda warm.  Wish the saloon or café would open up. I could use a cold drink.* As he continued to pile the orange pumpkins, his mind wandered and a slight touch on his shoulder made him freeze. 

“Colleen?” he said gently. 

“I brought you some water Heath.  It’s nice and cold.” 

Thanks, you’re a mind reader.” he said taking the glass from her proffered hand.  

Drinking the water thirstily, he handed the glass back to her this time keeping contact with her hand.  

With a twinkle in his eye, he said “Let me show you something.” and quickly pulled her behind the huge pile of pumpkins. 

“If you get down real low you can see something amazing.  Here put down the glass and look closely.” 

“What is it Heath.” 

“It’s down here, look!” he said, as he pulled her to her knees, while pointing to a spot between two pumpkins, near the ground. 

“Just what am I looking at?” she asked. 

“Don’t you see.  They’re orange.” 

“Heath, she finally choked out, everyone knows pumpkins are orange.”  

“Really? Well did you realize that way down here nobody can see me do this?” and he kissed her laughing lips. 

What started out as a “Heath” turned into a moan as she began to kiss him back. 

As he drew her towards him they fell against each other, throwing Heath against the pumpkins, which decided to pick that moment to topple. 

Blushing red, and trying to hide their snickers, Colleen and Heath quickly found their footing.  Heath helping her to stand called out in a louder voice “Are you okay, miss.  I’m sorry you tripped.” 

“ME!” she began to yell, then stopped abruptly as she realized he was trying to salvage the situation.  Closing her lips tightly, she hissed at him, “Make this look like my fault will you Heath Barkley.  Expect a payback before the day is out.” She turned and winked briefly taking the sting from her words as she moved toward Audra, who was rushing over to them when she saw the pumpkins crash. 

“Heath, Colleen, are you alright?  What happened?” Audra asked. 

Noting Colleen’s glare, Heath said jauntily “Colleen tripped and knocked down the pumpkins.  Now I have to begin again.” 

“Serves you right Heath Barkley.  I’ll be right there, Audra.  I need to collect the water glass.” 

“Are you sure you're fine, Heath?”                                                                                               

“Fine Sis.  Go on now. Git.” 

Looking at Colleens still angrily glinting eyes he was surprised by her next comment.  “Heath, If you ever need help knocking down pumpkins, I’ll be glad to assist.”  and squeezing his hand briefly, she rejoined Audra across the square. 

Smiling happily Heath began the task of re-stacking the pumpkins for the contest.  As he neared completion, for the second time. He saw Nick and Jarrod approach. 

“Need help?” Nick called. 

“Now you ask, seeing as how I just got done.”  Heath quipped. 

“Now that you’ve dealt with  them all don’t you hate pumpkins?”  Nick spat as he angrily surveyed the big orange stack. 

“You know Nick, I actually think I kinda like them.” 

“Lets go to the saloon for a game of cards and some beer until noon.” Jarrod said. 

“Can’t.” came Heath’s reply. 

“Why not? Nick asked, there’s no real excitement until noon, even though the Festival starts at 10:00am.” 

“If you recall, I’m taking your place with the children’s games, and they start right about now.” 

Nick and Jarrod followed Heath’s eyes to see almost every child in Stockton milling about near Colleen and Audra. 

“They are all yours little brother.  Let’s go Nick.” Jarrod said. 

“Certainly Jarrod.   Have fun Heath.  I’ll be thinking a lot about you out here while I’m cleaning up at poker.”  With that the two brothers left Heath on his own. 

*Children’s games, how bad could they be,* Heath thought as he looked past the kids to Colleen.  No he wouldn’t mind helping at all.   As he reached them, he realized that they did need help.

Neither lady could be heard, so no one was doing as they were instructed.  

“Oh Heath, Audra fretted, how can we get them quiet?” 

“I need to know exactly what you want of them, Audra.” 

“Well we need them divided into age groups.  Ages two to four, five to eight, nine to eleven, and twelve and up.  Then we need teams.” 

Hearing her frustration, Heath gathered two older children close to him, and explained that he needed their help.  Agreeing, they allowed him to lift them to his shoulders.  He supported their feet and they grasped wrists, making a pyramid of sorts.  This simple move captured the children’s attention.  The older boy asked for silence.  Being asked by one of their peers was always novel.  They quieted, and Heath told Audra to go ahead.  Thanking him, she and Colleen got the groups assembled and squared off for the first contest, an egg toss. 

Heath, Colleen, and Audra plus three helpers, passed out the eggs to the children and Audra rang the starting bell.  The egg toss commenced, and in seconds most of the eggs were broken.  Seeing a small six year old boy crying, Heath snuck up behind him and gently handed him a second egg.  Explaining how to arc the egg by throwing underhanded, the child tried again.  This time it was caught by his eight year old brother.  His brother deftly tossed it back , but the child failed to catch it.  It broke at his feet.  Sobbing the little boy fell to the ground.  Gathering the boy into his arms, Heath asked his name and was rewarded with a muffled “Jimmy.” 

“Well Jimmy, is this your first egg toss?”  Heath asked. 

“Yes..” came the tearful response. 

“You know games aren’t about winning and losing, but rather how much fun you have.  Now it doesn’t look like you had much fun, with you crying and all.  Look around you Jimmy.  What do you see?” 

Turning the youngster to view the scene before him, he held the boy who was now laughing as hard as he had been crying minutes before. 

Clapping his hands, the boy said, “Everyone is covered in egg guts.  Look, Samantha has it in her hair.  She’s my sister.  She wanted Bill to like her.  He won’t now, cause she is all messy.”  Jimmy was laughing again. 

Smiling and setting Jimmy on the ground, Heath slipped over to help with the three legged race.   He decided to try to get Samantha and Bill to race together.  He was unaware of the number of people watching him while he held Jimmy.  Victoria watched with Motherly pride. Edna, in satisfaction, as she asked Virginia Wheeler to go and say hello, and Colleen in delight.  Each of them thinking he’d make a good father. 

Seeing Heath, unaware of Virginia Wheeler's approach, Colleen smiled.  Heath was about to be cornered and she intended to enjoy watching the scene unfold. 

“Hello, Heath” Virginia called. 

“Uh, hello Miss Wheeler,” Heath said, his eyes darting for an avenue of escape. 

“I just thought I’d tell you how wonderful you were with little Jimmy just now,” she said, grasping his hand. 

Trying to extract it without being rude Heath mumbled, “Thanks” and tried to turn away only to feel another hand on his back. 

“Virginia,  Colleen said, did you come to say hello to Heath?  How kind.  He’s been wonderful helping and such, I think he could use a break.  Maybe some punch,” Colleen suggested. 

“Great idea.  Heath, lets let them finish while we have ourselves a nice chat,” and with that Virginia bodily pulled him away. 

Heath turned briefly to look for Colleen, but she was already headed toward the children again.  As he turned to Virginia he was compelled to turn around once more.  Almost in perfect unison, their eyes met.  His steady, hers sparkling, as she mouthed payback.  As brief as the second was Heath could feel his mood lift, and he let himself be led by Miss Virginia Wheeler to the punch bowl, where he tried his best for the next twenty minutes, to escape. Virginia simpered at him the entire time and he could hardly stand it.  Edna joined them briefly, asking Heath how he was, and from the looks of it, she  gave Virginia a conspiratorial shoulder squeeze.  Now why would she do that?  He hoped she didn’t like Virginia.  He wouldn’t want to hurt Edna’s feelings. 

As his mind drifted in and out of Virginia’s insipid prattle he watched from his vantage point by the punch bowl, the three legged race, noting that Samantha and Billy were not partners.  He then was treated to the barrel chase, the hoop roll, the relays, and finally made good his escape in time to join the last game of tag, by insisting Audra was counting on his help. 

“See you later Heath,” Virginia drawled, fluttering her eyelashes.

 Thinking about how he wanted to throw up, he quickly made his way to the tag game and helped referee who was actually tagged, as many children pretended they hadn’t felt the tag that was to freeze them in place.  Audra’s, Colleen’s, and his word was final.  After proclaiming a winner, Colleen and Audra left to change clothes for the auction. 

 As they moved toward the hotel, where they had a room for the day, Colleen said “You will be at the auction, won’t you Heath?”

 “Umn , yeah, I’ll be there to watch,” he mumbled.

 “Heath, you must bid on someone,” Audra said. 

“Don’t rightly know about that Audra.” 

“HEATH!” Colleen stated, quietly but firmly, her clear green eyes once again filled with anger. 

Thinking quickly and trying to extract himself from Colleen’s anger he said, “I need to help with the uuuuummmmmmmm..........horses at lunch, seeing as how Nick will be at the auction.  That’s been decided since that lunch at the house. Remember?” 

Marching up to Heath, Colleen said, “If I have to eat lunch with Nick, you will live to regret it.” 

“Colleen, I um.......” 

“Nick had better not win me Heath!  Do you understand?” 

“Yes” 

“Good,” she stated returning to Audra’s side. 

“What was that all about?” Audra asked. 

“Nothing really, just thanking him for his help this morning.” 

“Wait Colleen, I’ll go thank him too, and Audra turned to see Heath shaking his head as he walked away.  “Guess I’ll thank him later, let’s get dressed.  Did you bring the blue or the red dress?” 

“The blue one, Colleen answered.  Which one are you wearing?” 

“My orange. I love the sleeves,” Audra answered ,as the two girls compared fashion notes all the way back to the hotel.

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*Boy, am I in trouble* Heath thought, desperately searching for a way out.  Colleen had made it perfectly clear that she would be furious if Heath didn’t bid and win her, and her Mother would be furious if he did.  Even assing her on the street and saying hi, earned him a nasty look, if her Mother was around.  Her Mother, would be there for the auction, he was sure, plus with the one dollar he didn’t stand a chance in hell of coming out the victor anyway.  When he thought about it, he was truly amazed Colleen had been allowed up to the house so often. 

Sitting down on the bench in front of the stable, Heath pondered.  He had twenty five minutes to come up with a solution, when he remembered his brothers were at the saloon.  Hey maybe a technicality would work.  That’s it, he decided.  A loophole.  No, it wasn’t nice, but he was desperate.  He would do it. 

Rushing to the saloon, he entered just as Nick and Jarrod were ready to leave. 

“Just where are you going?  You said you’d buy me a drink!, Heath insisted.  You can’t leave yet.” 

“Need to get to the auction, Heath, can’t keep the girls waiting.” 

“You promised, Nick.”  Heath forced a hurt look. 

An exasperated “Fine” left Nick’s mouth.  “A beer for my little brother, Sam.” 

“Hey, you got to join me, you didn’t have to help out at the kids games.  Were celebrating.” 

“Make it two Sam,” Nick called. 

“Jarrod?” Heath questioned. 

Noticing Heath’s mood seemed forced, and wondering what he was doing,  Jarrod said, “No, but I’ll wait for you.” curious to see what transpired. 

*Prefect, Heath thought, I may pull this off yet.* 

“Cheers,” Heath called, as Sam handed them the beers. 

Watching Nick down his in an attempt to get outside quickly Heath smiled and said, “Another for Nick, Sam.” 

“Sure thing,” he replied, pouring another cold one. 

“Come on Nick, you didn’t toast me!  Cheers.” Heath called again. Clinking their glasses together. 

Sighing, Nick clinked, and downed this beer too. 

“Gee Nick, you must be thirsty!  Sam another one please.” 

Taking the beer from Sam, Heath again, didn’t give his brother time to think as he said, “Congratulations on outsmarting me brother.  First you got me to unload those pumpkins for you, then I had to help with those kids games, and to top it all off, Virginia Wheeler cornered me.  Looks like you made out well, drinking and playing cards in here with Jarrod.  That deserves another round.  Sam!” 

“How many did you have before I got here Jarrod?” 

Smiling at Heath’s overt manipulations, and laughing that this was the very first time Heath had ever talked so much in so short a time, Jarrod felt very inclined to continue his observations.  He answered “Three.” 

“Fine, just fine, Heath said.  Drink up Nick, we got to get to that auction.  Come on. Hurry!” 

Seeing Nick down his  fourth beer, Heath smiled. 

His interest fully caught, Jarrod filed away the fact that Heath hadn’t consumed any beer, while he had maneuvered Nick into having four in less than fifteen minutes.  Something was up, and he couldn’t wait to see what his younger brother was doing.  This was a side of Heath he’d never seen. 

As they turned to leave Nick reached for the bar and held on for support.  All of a sudden he didn’t feel all that well. 

“Come on Nick, we can’t be late. Let’s go.” Heath almost gloated.  “Hey Nick, you don’t look so good.  What do you think Jarrod?” 

Giving Heath a knowing sideways glance Jarrod said, “No Nick, I must agree.  You don’t look too stable.” 

“What do you mean,” Nick thundered, feeling his stomach lurch. 

“I mean you’ve had too much beer and not enough food.”  Jarrod calmly stated, watching Heath’s face closely. 

Seeing Heath smile and say, “You know Nick, those women would probably be furious if they saw you like this, maybe you should just sit here for a spell.” 

“They would be mad.”  Feeling a little realization kick in, Nick suddenly said, “This is all your fault Heath.  I’m holding you responsible.” 

“What do you want me to do Nick?  Can I get you food, coffee, what? You really should know your own limits,” Heath goaded. 

“Why you!” Nick yelled,  knocking over a chair in his haste to get to Heath.

Allowing Nick to take the first swing, Heath absorbed the punch and said, while acting offended, “Nick why did you do that. I was trying to help?” 

“Trying to help, boy!  You just want the girls to yourself.”

 “Now Nick, listen to reason.  I’ll stay with you.  You’re more important than some silly auction.” 

Nick, angry and not wanting to listen to reason, punched Heath again.  This time Heath punched back.  It was a well aimed blow designed to leave Nick disoriented.  Moving solicitously toward Nick, Heath and Jarrod helped him to a chair, and Heath told Jarrod he would stay with him.

 “Jarrod, why don’t you go check out the auction.  One of us ought to be there.  I’ll sit with Nick. I’m feeling kinda guilty.  Didn’t think the beer would hit him so hard.” 

Feeling slightly angered, yet amused at what Heath had just accomplished, but unsure as to why Jarrod said. “Sure Heath.”  With enough emphasis that Heath realized Jarrod hadn’t been fooled. 

As Jarrod left the bar, he overheard Heath ask Nick where his wallet was, saying that he needed to pay Sam for all the beer Nick had consumed.  Turning with interest once again, he heard Nick mumble as Heath withdrew Nick’s wallet and gave Sam some money.  That brother has some nerve he thought as he once again headed to the auction.   

Heath hoped it was worth it.  At least Nick wouldn’t win Colleen, and that was what she had demanded.  That Nick didn’t win her, not that Heath did.  He was beginning to get a headache.  

As Jarrod approached the auction he noticed the line of girls, all beautifully dressed and ready. Each held their basket, containing the lunch they would provide, to one lucky bachelor.  Jarrod knew that the winners would be bachelors.  No self respecting wife would let their husband near these girls.  They were the town beauties.  Mother and Edna had done a wonderful job.  Everything was in order, the girls ready, and the risers filling fast with eligible men.   

Promptly at noon, Victoria’s voice rose above the din, and everyone quieted in anticipation. 

Gentleman, the ladies you see before you have graciously consented to allow themselves to be auctioned off to the highest bidder.  The winner will receive lunch, prepared by the girl they won, as well as that girls company for the entire lunch hour.  As an added bonus the ladies have decided that the winner will be allowed the opening dance, with them as their partner, for the  nights finale, the Festival Ball.  Remember all money collected goes to the renovation of the orphanage, so loosen those wallets.  Not only will you win a lovely girls attention, but you will be helping a good cause as well.    Let the Auction Begin. 

Edna moved to center stage and began the bidding.  As each girl came forward, she told about the girls hobbies, and related a relevant fact; such as lightest dancer on two feet.  The bidding was fast and furious.  Each girl rewarded the high bidder with a brilliant smile and moved to the picnic tables to begin sharing the feast they brought with the lucky gentleman. 

Jarrod knew Nick would feel fine in under an hour, but he still felt very conspicuous without his brothers in attendance.  More than once he had noticed the ladies looking his direction.  A few of those looks seemed to be silently asking where Nick and Heath were.   Wanting to extract himself from the uncomfortable situation, he decided to bid on the gorgeous Helen Milton. She was new to town, and he had met her only briefly, but was intrigued.  That would explain his presence, while allowing him to state he had no idea why his brothers weren’t around. Jarrod knew that all the Barkley men were sought after, but Nick was usually in such high demand that Jarrod didn’t want to explain he was in the saloon, recovering.  He also wanted to avoid Mother, when she asked how he ended up feeling under the weather, this day of all days.  Heath would never hear the end of it, if Victoria thought he had purposely  kept Nick from the auction. 

Looking at the stage, Jarrod noted that Audra was up.  Edna had just said the Audra had a love of horses and was an excellent horsewoman.  She then added that Audra’s brownies were the moistest in the county.  Jarrod smiled, as he wondered if Edna had ever tried one of Audra’s brownies.   

As the bidding commenced for his sister, Jarrod noticed her smile.  It was good to see Audra enjoying herself.  Usually the smaller city of Stockton didn’t provide the type of entertainment and social whirl he knew his sister longed for.  He had to admit, seeing her all dressed up, that she could easily grace any theater hall in all of San Francisco, and blend in perfectly.  Her manners truly were impeccable.  She was still a little impulsive, but a few weeks in the big city would tame that tendency.  He noted that Audra had been won  for $26.00.  That was a major handful of change for most of the men in town.  As Audra regally walked to take Gordon’s hand, he noted that she seemed to shine.  Gordon helped Audra off the stage, took the picnic basket from her hand, and escorted her over to a waiting table.  Was there romance in the offing.  Jarrod doubted it, but Audra was ripe for anyone who spent a little attention on her.  He vowed to keep an eye on his sister, as he returned his gaze to the next lady. 

As Colleen walked forward, Edna explained that Colleen was an excellent cook and enjoyed reading and helping children.  She also added that Colleen was very sought after as a dance partner.  As the bidding began again, Jarrod noticed that Colleen seemed to be searching the crowd for someone.  Had her eye finally been captured?  He agreed with the rest of the town, in thinking that Colleen was unobtainable.  Gorgeous without a doubt, but she seemed cold, and very uninterested in men.  Many tried to gain her attention, but after the initial attempt, few tried again.   The Ice Queen, that’s what Nick called her, and he tended to agree.  He had met women like her in San Francisco.  The only thing that didn’t fit in was her friendship with Audra and the other young ladies of Stockton.  As he thought this through, he realized that the bidding had stopped, and Colleen was being helped off stage by Brock Jameson, the rich, widowed, banker.  She did not look pleased, but Jarrod was not surprised. 

Next up, just before Helen, who he fully intended to win, was Virginia Wheeler.  Edna motioned her forward and started her rehearsed speech with, Virginia is a lady of many fine talents.  She loves horses, southern cooking, quiet times outdoors, and she is comfortable with ranchers and lawyers alike.  

 Good Lord, Jarrod thought.  It sounded like she would be a perfect match for his brother, Heath.  What a comical thought.  Anyone who had ever seen Heath with Miss Wheeler, would instantly feel the tension that overwhelmed his younger sibling.  Heath truly disliked her, and her she was, being described as liking all of Heath’s favorite past times.  He couldn’t wait to relate this story to Heath and Nick.    

Edna was busily scanning the crowd for Heath as she announced Virginia Wheeler.  She had a plan that would get them together for the auction, and George was ready to participate in her scheme, but without Heath present it would never work.  As the bidding ended, Virginia was handed to Dan Collins.  Dan was smiling as he took her hand and she seemed pleased with the match up as well.   

Virginia wasn’t happy, just polite.  Where was Heath.  She really wanted to eat with him and share the first dance together.  Something must have held him up.  She was sure after the punch this morning he would be looking for her.  As she moved to the table with Dan, they began to talk, and she realized he was a very interesting man.  Maybe she should think about others.  Heath had held her interest for a very long time, but maybe he would come around if he saw someone else interested in her.  With that she began simpering in Dan’s direction, hanging on his every word. 

Jarrod was thoroughly enjoying himself.  Mother looked pleased by the high bids.  Edna, who they had all come to know, was relishing her position as the orator, and Helen was up next.  Helen was a woman that Jarrod found fascinating. 

As Helen moved to the center of the stage, Jarrod felt his excitement rise.  She was splendidly dressed in a pale blue walking dress, embroidered with dainty blue flowers at the neck and wrists.   Edna, began the bidding by explaining that Helen loved books, opera, and fields of flowers.  She also stated that she wrote poetry when alone and was politically active in  women’s right.  Maybe he would read her some of his favorite poems by Walt Whitman. 

Jarrod jumped in the bidding when the sum reached $20.00, and was gratified to see her smiling in his direction, as she nodded her head slightly, to acknowledge his interest. Jarrod was uncertain just how the bidding would go.  Either the men would give up early, knowing they couldn’t outbid a Barkley, or they would up the bidding really high to see how interested he was.

At the bidding continued he realized they had picked the latter course of action.   

Deciding to put a final halt to the auction, Jarrod stood up and said, “$75.00".  Hearing the gasps around him, he glanced toward Helen to be rewarded with a tender smile that reached her eyes. 

As he took her hand to help her from the stage, she whispered, “Thank you.  I wondered if by being educated and not yet well known in your town, I’d bring in enough money to make Victoria’s request that I enter, feasible.” 

“I personally consider it an honor to eat lunch with you and dance the first dance tonight.  Shall we sit here?”

“That would be lovely.” 

And with nary a thought to his brothers Jarrod sat back to enjoy himself for the next hour, which quickly  turned into two.  The couple discussed everything.   Scholastic achievements, political views,  authors, and scientific improvements as well as dancing and the weather.  .Jarrod also asked whether a ride the next day was possible, and received an immediate affirmative. 

From down the street the entire gathering could hear Nick as he grumbled to Heath about missing the auction.  

 “Why if I didn’t know better, I would think that you didn’t want me to be there to bid, Heath,” he hollered. 

“Now Nick, just calm down, came the muted response of his quieter brother.  You know I would never do such a thing.  Let’s go and see if the auction is over or if we can still get in on the action.”  

“Now you're talking.” Nick smiled as they headed to the deserted stage. 

“Looks like were a little late, Nick.” 

“I thought as much.  Now I have to wait for the dance to have any time with Stockton’s finest.” 

Wondering who Colleen had been paired with, Heath milled around the square until he spotted her.  There she was sitting and smiling at  Brock Jameson. *Boy howdy, Heath thought.  He sure is everything I’m not.  Rich, well mannered, cultured, rich.*  His blood was boiling as he saw Colleen take Brock’s plate and carefully pack it away.  As Heath moved closer, he saw Brock take her hand, raise it to his lips, and thank her for the delicious meal.  Remembering his first picnic with Colleen, he realized that he hadn’t really thanked, her but rather abandoned her to his brother.   Mostly he hoped she would still be speaking to him.  He intended to enter the pumpkin carving contest with her.  Moving away, his eyes downcast, he failed to see her perk up as he passed by. 

Thanking Mr. Jameson for the company, Colleen allowed him to gather her picnic items and walk her to the hotel.  As they neared the front entrance, Colleen spied her Mother, moving toward her.  Her mother had spent the day judging pies, the ladies had entered in the bake off. 

“Colleen, may I have a word with you?”  her mother asked. 

“Of course, Mother.  Thank you again Mr. Jameson.  I’m looking forward to the first dance tonight.” 

As Brock left, Colleen’s mother began expressing her happiness at seeing her daughter with someone as influential as Mr. Jameson.  “How did you like him?  Is he as smooth and educated as he seems?  When do you see him again?”  The questions were coming fast, and Colleen just wanted to escape. 

“Mother, he is very nice, and well mannered, however I don’t think I can see myself spending any time with him.”

 “Why ever not?  As you just said, he is personable, well educated, and respectable.  I expect you to try and find something in him to like.  Do you understand me?” 

“I understand Mother, but my future happiness is the only thing that I refuse to let you have a say in.  Do you understand me?” Colleen said stamping her foot. 

“Of course I do dear, but it wouldn’t hurt to try and get to know him better would it? Her mother responded looking down the street.  Spying Heath, she spat, at least he is respectable, unlike some men.” 

Turning to follow her Mother’s gaze, but knowing exactly who she would see, Colleen stated, “I will make my own choice.”  With that she turned to enter the hotel, only stopping when she heard her mother ask her to stay a minute. 

“Wait dear!  I know your happiness is your concern.  I only want you to be  happy.  You know that.” 

“Yes Mother I do!  It’s just that your ideas and mine don’t always match.  The men in this town can be so ..well....shallow.   Now, tell me all about the baking contest.  Did Della win again?  I think she must make the lightest crusts in town.” 

Being thankful for the change in topics, and her mother’s willingness to let the change stand, Colleen eagerly entered into a long boring discussion of Della’s triumph, the horrid taste of Greta’s filling, and on and on....   

As the discussion continued Colleen saw Heath approach.  She was surprised at this.  He had stopped earlier when he noticed her Mother, but this time he seemed intent on talking to her anyway. 

As he drew near she heard him politely say, “Hello, Mrs. McDougal, Colleen.”

 “Hello Heath,” Colleen answered as she watched her mother’s lips purse. 

As no response was forthcoming from Colleen’s mother, Heath continued, “I noticed that you had lunch with Brock Jameson.” 

“Yes I did. Why?” 

“Just noticed that it wasn’t with Nick.   I thought he was going to bid on you.” Heath said, looking very uncomfortable. 

“You know Heath, Nick wasn’t there at all.  I found that odd,  but my actual statement came true.”  Colleen responded gaily. 

“I was wondering, if you weren’t busy with your lunch partner,  would you be my partner in  the pumpkin carving contest, later tonight?” 

Looking at her mother, Colleen said, “I would love to, Heath.  Until then.” 

“Until then.  Good day Ma’am, Colleen,” and flashing her the most brilliant smile she had ever witnessed,  he continued down the street. 

“Colleen, that was badly done.” her mother stated, looking disdainfully at Heath’s retreating form. 

“What would you have me do Mother?  Be rude!  You're taking care of that for the both of us!”  Colleen spat angrily as she whirled and left her mother staring after her. 

*I’ll need to watch that girl, and ease up a bit, or else she will be marrying that man just to spite me.*  Mary McDougal thought, as she returned to her elite friends.  It was hard, with Victoria Barkley being one of the most prominent in her circle, but while she would be polite to her, she didn’t have to like her son one bit.  He was below Colleen’s standards, by virtue of his birth.  That alone was enough. 

Colleen too, was thinking of Heath.   He had to have been very concerned, or he never would have approached her, with her Mother there.  He knew how her mother felt, and didn’t want to stir up trouble before it was necessary.   Was he worried that she might actually like that pompous, boring Mr. Jameson?   Hoping he was more sure of their relationship than that, she thought how funny it was that he managed to keep Nick from the auction.  He had made good on her threat that he would suffer if Nick won her.   She couldn’t wait to hear the story of how it was accomplished.  Why he hadn’t been there, worried her though.   She had hoped he would bid on her, and win.  She had prepared his favorite meal, and fed it to Mr. Jameson.  Where had Heath been, and why hadn’t he bid?   These questions needed answers.  She would think about this as she watched the bronc riding.  She wanted to root for Heath, yelling and shouting with the rest of the town folk.  It was getting hard to keep her feelings for Heath unknown, to her friends, her mother, and the town. 

The family all stood together, enjoying a few moments of peace in a very hectic day, before the next onslaught of activities.  Audra was pleased about how well the children’s games had been received, as well as enjoying herself at the auction.  She was currently extolling the virtues of her lunch partner, Gordon. 

“He does seem to be a real gentleman,” Victoria agreed. 

“I’ve never heard a word against him,” Nick added. 

As the conversation continued, Victoria glanced at each of her children in turn.   Jarrod had seemed pleased with his lunch companion, but then she thought he would.  Audra was obviously enjoying her day, and she was so proud of her daughters participation in the planning, this year.  The children all had a wonderful time, from all the accounts she had been privileged to hear.  Nick looked bored, she noted.  He hadn’t been at the auction, but she would ask why later.  He seemed to be having fun with the family right now.  Finally she turned to Heath.  He was also having a nice time.  She could tell.  It was so nice to see him loosen up she thought as she observed him shiver.   Wondering why he was shivering, she observed him more closely.  He was still shivering.  It looked as if his teeth were chattering.  Why wasn’t he wearing his coat? 

As concern and anger rose, her usually calm demeanor was stretched, and she snapped, “Heath, where is your coat?” 

“I’m fine, Mother.” 

I didn’t ask if you were fine.  I asked where your coat was!” 

“It’s fine,” he repeated. 

“No it’s not.  You’re freezing!” 

As she said these words the conversation stopped and everyone turned to look at Heath, who was visibly shivering by this point, part in fear, but mostly from the cold.  As the sun had begun to set, the temperature had dropped rapidly, leaving him cold in the early evening air. 

“I’ll be fine, he glared at each of them, I’ll get a coat in town tomorrow.” 

“You’re in town today,” Audra said moving over to wrap her arms around Heath. 

“The shops aren’t open.  Case closed.  Now about Helen, Jarrod you were saying that she was good company.”  Heath said, trying to change the direction of the conversation. 

Not willing to let it go that easily, Victoria marched up to him and said, “Heath Barkley, right now I am very angry.  No one should be without a coat in this weather.” 

A quick, “You’re right, I’ll take care of it tomorrow,” was met with Victoria’s retreating back. 

“Boy is she angry.” Nick snickered, thinking it was nice to see Heath in trouble for a change.  Usually he was the one being told to control his tone of voice. 

“Yes, she is, Audra added, and that usually doesn’t bode well, brother.” 

“Don’t fret, Sis. She’ll calm down by the dance tonight.”

“Are you sure you’re talking about our Mother?” Jarrod interjected, as Colleen joined the group. 

“Have I interrupted something?” she asked, starting to back away. 

“Just Mother, mad at Heath.  Nothing important, Colleen.  Did you need something?” Audra asked. 

“Just came over to say hi, Audra.  Are you ready for the dance tonight?  You seem real fond of Gordon.” 

“Yes, he is quite good looking, don’t you think?” 

As the girls continued to talk, Nick rolled his eyes and Jarrod and Heath smiled in agreement.  

 “This could be a long conversation,” Nick said.  “Lets go to the coral and check out the broncos.” 

“Sure,” Jarrod agreed.                                   

“Suits me,” Heath said. 

As they began to take their leave of the girls, they were brought up short by Victoria snapping, “Heath, turn around here.” 

In unison, the entire group turned towards Victoria’s voice. 

“Since you can’t seem to get to town to pick up a coat, I took care of it for you.  Put this on!” and she handed Heath a lovely light brown suede coat, with a fleece lining and collar, adding, “I refuse to have you sick.” 

Taking the proffered coat and mumbling “Yes Ma’am” he put it on, feeling his stomach knot as embarrassment got the better of him.  Not only had she purchased the coat for him, but she had presented it in public...in front of Colleen.  Feeling sick, he started to walk away when Nick said,”Aren’t you going to the coral with us?” 

“Uh, sure,” he said, and he walked toward the coral as quickly as his legs could carry him, leaving the brothers to follow behind, wondering at his abrupt change in mood. 

Colleen too, wondered at Heath’s sudden mood swing.  He had almost seemed vulnerable.  He was definitely embarrassed.  What had made him so withdrawn?  She quickly thanked Audra for the conversation, telling her she would see her at the dance, then moved over to a bench to mull it all through.  Heath.  She loved him, but he was an enigma.  Open, carefree, conciliatory, angry, quiet, brooding, gently, reserved, fun, intelligent, playful, and soft spoken.  There were so many sides to him.  Trying to divide them into categories, she decided when he was with his family he was usually quiet, soft spoken, reserved, conciliatory, and occasionally angry.  When they were alone, he seemed more open, fun. Gentle, intelligent, and playful.  The brooding struck no matter where he was, or who he was with.  This was the one emotion she tied to the circumstances of his birth, and early childhood.  Carterson hadn’t helped.  He was very quiet on that topic as well, but with time she hoped he would open up.  She had doubts that he had told his family about his time there yet.  

Still unsure of his abrupt mood swing, she thought back over their dates.  There were wonderful picnics, horseback rides, walks, and even once swimming in the pond.  Well she wasn’t going to mention that one ever, but it was fun.  The first time she met him at the dance she also considered a date.  She loved spending time with him.  Maybe they could go to the restaurant and then to the play that was coming to town in two weeks.  The town was all abuzz. It wasn’t often they had actual live entertainment in Stockton. *Wait,* a thought popped into her head and started to take shape.  He hadn’t asked her to the play, or the restaurant. He hadn’t taken her to the carnival outside of town either, even though nobody would know they were together.  For the last fund raiser she had worn his favorite color, green, hoping he would be there.  His entire family showed.  He wasn’t there.  He didn’t bid on her, or anyone, at the auction today.  What was nagging at her?  He was angry and embarrassed when Victoria bought him the coat.   

That was it!  She had pushed it to the back of her mind once before, but as the thought slowly resurfaced, she knew she was right.  Heath, one of the Barkleys, had no money.  He was embarrassed about not being able to provide for himself, and would do without, until he could, just like he had done as a child. 

Wiping the tears from her eyes, she railed against his childhood, the fears that held him there, and his refusal to accept help.  Victoria probably didn’t even realize she had offended his very stubborn sense of pride.  This would be a challenge.  Changing his mood without letting him know that she knew his secret.  She doubted he didn’t have any money, but watching the family interact for the past two months, while helping Audra, she realized that they really never filled him in on anything.  They just seemed to expect him to understand.  How many times had she heard him say things like: “When was that decided, or I wasn’t aware.”  Maybe they just thought he’d understand he had money.  That all he had to do was sign his name to the bills and they would be paid.  That’s how the town was run, once your credit was established.  That’s what her Mother did.  Heath was probably never allowed credit, having to pay cash wherever he went.  What a mess! 

Not caring if Heath was rich or poor, but hating to see him suffer, Colleen made a resolution to put a bee in Audra’s bonnet about maybe informing Heath about simple traditions, making sure to mention the credit issue. 

As Heath watched the broncos, warm in his new coat, he felt his brothers draw near. 

“You ready to ride, Heath?” Nick asked. 

“Yep.. You?” 

“Can’t wait little brother.   I’m going to beat you good and proper.  Show the ladies what a man is capable of doing,” Nick egged Heath on. 

“Just what is that supposed to mean, Nick?” Heath responded angrily. 

As the words began to escalate Jarrod promptly said, “Enough!  First Heath stomps off leaving us to eat his dust, then you get mad at him and try to pick a fight.  This is a family day.  Let’s try to act like a family.” 

“Right,” Nick grumped. 

“Fine,” Heath mumbled. 

Jarrod, pleased that his lecture had at least stalled a fist fight, placed a hand on each of his brothers shoulders.  Feeling Jarrod’s touch, Heath and Nick looked at each other, smiled, and shook hands, both now cheerfully claiming to be able to beat the pants off of each other. 

By the time the contest was over, neither brother felt much like celebrating.  Heath had no idea where he had placed.  He just knew his mind hadn’t been on the horse underneath him, and he was tossed early.  Nick, shocked at his brothers performance, also wasn’t focused on the race one hundred p