Beta Reader Carol Marsella 

Chapter Three 

Daisy awakened early as the bright sun streamed through the bedroom window.  Mike was stirring but not yet awake.  She lay awhile and enjoyed the peace and solitude of the early hour.  She was listening as the birds sang their morning chorus to welcome the new day when she heard a sudden movement in the other room.  Daisy swung her legs out of bed and pulled on her dressing gown.  She opened the door softly and stepped into the living room.  It couldn’t be Rebecca or one of her children, as she didn’t expect to see them rise until at least nine o’clock or even later.  Breakfast would be a very elongated meal today with more than one sitting.  She sighed. 

To her surprise, Daisy found Slim in the kitchen.  He had already made coffee and was overseeing a pan of scrambled eggs.  Slim turned with his usual warm greeting. 

“Morning, Daisy,” he said though more sleepily than was usual for him.  Normally it was Jess who was the sleepyhead at this hour with Slim wide awake and ready to face the day even before he had had a cup of coffee. 

“Good morning, dear.  You look like you could do with some more sleep.  Anything wrong?  Here let me do that, Slim”.  She stepped fully into the kitchen and brushed Slim away from the stove beckoning him to sit as she took charge of the pan. 

Slim poured himself coffee and sat at the table sipping intently in an effort to rouse his muffled brain cells into action. 

“Nothing’s wrong, Daisy, just didn’t get much sleep that’s all.” He started to slice a loaf of bread that he had extricated from the bread bin, buttering it lightly as Daisy laid the plate of eggs before him and refilled his cup then she sat next to him and poured one for herself. 

“So how’s Jess this morning?  I should start on his breakfast,” she said as she began to rise out of her seat. 

“Jess is the reason I didn’t get much sleep,” Slim said as Daisy resumed her seat, wanting to hear more.  “He got me up a couple of times in the night.  I finally managed to persuade him to take some painkiller so that we could both get some rest.  He’ll probably sleep late so I wouldn’t worry about breakfast until you actually see him, Daisy.”  Slim saw the flash of concern on Daisy’s face and put a reassuring hand on hers.  “Don’t fret. He’ll be just fine in a day or so; just so long as he stays off that leg and lets it heal.”  Daisy smiled the flash of concern fading.  “Well I have to get to the chores.  Jeb will be over later to give me a hand.”  Slim poured himself another coffee and, taking it with him, headed out of the house in the direction of the barn. 

Daisy finished her coffee then quietly went to check on Jess.  He was laying on his back snoring softly, his covers on the floor.  Daisy retrieved the kicked off quilt and sheets and placed them gently back over the handsome sleeping figure.  The movement made Jess stir just long enough to turn onto his side.  Slim was right - Jess wouldn’t rouse for some time.  She closed the door as she headed towards the kitchen and the task of breakfast but first she would indulge herself in another cup of coffee before her hungry family awoke from their slumbers. 

Daisy looked in the mirror.  She was now dressed, her hair neatly pinned back in her usual manner and was ready to face another day.  Another day of her sister that is!

Mike was fiddling around the room collecting his schoolbooks. 

“Come on now, Mike, Jeb is waiting,” she said as she hustled Mike through the door onto the porch.  Jeb had offered to drop Mike off in town while he got a few things for Slim.  He promised he would be back around noon and would help Slim with the chores upon his return.  As Daisy waved them off she saw that Slim was preparing the buckboard in anticipation of his trip to town later that morning.  She went into the house and returned with a fresh cup of coffee for him. 

“Any sign of our guests yet this morning?” he said after thanking her for the coffee and sipping it enthusiastically. 

“I just heard Lucy talking so I suspect we’ll be seeing them shortly.” 

Slim took another mouthful of coffee.  “Well, once they’ve finished their meal I’ll take them off to the hotel.  Jeb is going to stop by there and let George know he has some guests arriving so that he can get the rooms ready.” He finished his coffee and handed her the cup. 

“You think of everything, don’t you?”  Her hand touched his as she took the empty vessel from him.  “Bless you.” 

Slim simply smiled as he covered the two bales of straw he had set in the back of the buckboard for extra seats with two oversized horse blankets.  “Is Jess awake yet?” 

“Not yet.  Thought I’d let him sleep awhile longer.  Hopefully Rebecca and the children will be gone before he wakes so I can speak with him about the mare before you get back.” 

“You don’t have to do that, Daisy.  I can handle, Jess.  Sure, he’ll get mad but he’s been mad at me before and will be again no doubt.”  He jumped down and headed to the barn as a movement made him turn his head toward the house.  “They’re up,” he quietly declared and nodded Daisy’s attention to the house and the figures gathered on the porch. 

Daisy took a deep breath.  “Get the horses hitched, Slim, this is going to be the shortest breakfast in history,” she stated empathically and strode with determination to her waiting family. 

Daisy was true to her word and within half an hour breakfast was over and her family removed themselves from the table and began to settle themselves or so they thought in the living room.  The meal had been simple and obviously not to their liking, as if anything had been.  They had sat cold and silent throughout its entirety.  Daisy was glad the ordeal was nearly over as she started to clear the table but, wait a minute, why weren’t they packing?  Would she never be rid of them so that her little house and family could get back to some semblance of normality? 

Slim, her knight in shining armor, as usual came to the rescue.  He bustled into the living room and announced that the buckboard was ready and could he help them with their luggage.  Rebecca shot him a glare that would send any normal person scurrying away in fear, but not Slim.  After all this was his home and his family and he had tolerated the presence of these intruders long enough. 

“How do we know if the hotel can even provide us with accommodation?” Rebecca began curtly, “we never telegraphed before our arrival.” 

“I’ve already dealt with that, Rebecca,” and he told her that he had sent Jeb on ahead with instructions for the hotel to have suitable rooms ready for them upon their arrival in town.  Rebecca still appeared reluctant to leave but Slim stood firm. 

“Rebecca, this is a working ranch.  We’re simply not equipped for nor do we have the time to entertain houseguests.  Daisy has more than enough to do with just looking after the daily running of the house and now she has the extra task of caring for Jess till his leg heals.”  Rebecca sat stubbornly in the chair.  ‘Is any of this sinking in?’ Slim wondered. 

“Daisy can just as easily visit you in town as her time permits.” 

 Rebecca continued to sit.  Slim exploded.  “Now that’s how it’s going to have to be so get your luggage together.  I’m already losing half a day’s work by driving you and I need to be back here by early afternoon for the next stage.  Now that’s my final word on the subject.”  Slim’s lips tightened as his tall and menacing figure filled the room. 

Rebecca rose to her feet.  “Well I have never been so…” she began but was interrupted. 

“You probably haven’t, Rebecca.  Now please, we need to be going.”  Slim wasn’t going to let her have the last word or any word at all - not in his house anyway. 

Within the next hour their luggage was loaded on the ‘rickety conveyance’ as Rebecca referred to the buckboard and Rebecca was kissing her dear sister farewell.  Daisy promised to see her in town the very next day when they would meet for lunch.  Slim assisted the ladies aboard and discreetly winked at Daisy telling her he’d be back in time for the afternoon stage and asked if she would let Jeb know he’d left a list of what he needed help with on the tack room door.  Daisy waved until the buckboard was out of sight and then sat on the porch letting the warmth of the day waft over her like a soothing sheet of silk as she gently rocked back and forth. 

Her quiet interlude was broken as she heard a chair fall and a familiar yell drift out from the little house.  As she hurried inside, her eyes fell on Jess who, clad in only his underwear, was holding onto Slim’s desk trying to steady himself as he bent to retrieve Slim’s desk chair that was lying on its side. 

Instantly she was at his side.  “What are you doing, Jess?  You should be resting,” she put an arm around his waist in an effort to give him some support. 

“Where’s Slim?  Jess grumbled. 

“He’s taken Rebecca and the children into town to the hotel.  Now let’s sit you down before you fall and hurt something else,” and she slowly steered Jess toward the hearth and his rocker. 

Daisy turned to help him sit but he didn’t want to sit.  “Now what’s so urgent that you had to struggle yourself out of bed instead of just calling for some help? 

The blue eyes that peered out from beneath dark lashes now told a different tale.  Jess’s look of disgruntlement now gone replaced by one that was coy and shy like a small boy caught with his hand in the cookie jar.  But that look was all the answer she needed.  “Oh, I see,” and she helped him slowly towards the back door and the outhouse. 

Jess now wore a dark blue shirt and was settled in his favorite rocking chair, coffee in hand and warmly wrapped in a blanket as Daisy examined his injured leg.  She ran her knowledgeable hands down the firm muscular calf and felt the heat and tension emanating from the overworked muscles.  Daisy filled her hands with cool liniment and began the gentle process of massaging the tight limb until she could feel the leg begin to cool and the muscle relax.  Jess closed his eyes as Daisy worked her magic, his pain subsiding. 

Daisy looked up at the rugged features she loved so well.  Best get it done now while he’s feeling relaxed she decided as she wiped her hands on her apron and put the stopper back into the liniment bottle. 

“Jess, there’s something I have to tell you, dear, but you have to promise me that you won’t get mad.” 

Jess opened his eyes and beamed down at her.  “I’d never get mad with you, Daisy.  You know that.”  Jess held out his hand to her.  “Now what is it?” 

Daisy covered his legs with the blanket and took his hand as she sat herself down on the hearth. 

“Well, dear.  Now I know Slim got mad with you yesterday but he wasn’t really mad at you, he was mad at that mare because she hurt you,” she paused collected her thoughts and continued.  “Slim says the mare who was giving you such a hard time has a really mean side to her.”  She cautiously continued.  “So we, Slim and I, have decided that it would be best all around if Slim took her back to her range,” she paused again but quickly continued.  “It just isn’t worth the risk, Jess.”  She could feel her eyes beginning to mist.  “This time is was your leg, but next time…” 

She had avoided eye contact, preferring to get it over with before looking him in the face but now she sought out those fathomless pools of blue.  She prepared herself for the onslaught of argument as Jess let go of her hand.  She sat still and silent but instead of his usual outburst of anger and arguments, he put his hand under her tiny chin his eyes sparkling like precious gems, full of love and kindness. 

“Don’t fret yourself, Daisy.  I know Slim was worried about me yesterday and he’s right - that mare is a mean one.  But you know me - I just won’t quit even if I know I’m wrong.”  He winced as he leaned more forward and cupped her face in his hands.  “I’ll tell Slim to release her when he gets back from delivering that other ornery mare,” Jess chuckled mischievously and kissed her on the forehead. 

Daisy slapped his arm affectionately.  “None of that now, Jess.  Rebecca might act all high and mighty but she is my sister and I love her despite all her faults,” her eyes rolled as she added, “and she has quite a few I can tell you.”  Jess laughed and tried to find a comfortable sitting position.  “Come on, Jess. Back to bed and no nonsense or else I’ll get Seth out here to give you the once over.” 

He loved this lady to distraction and would do anything for her, so he agreed to rest until Slim returned.  Jess allowed himself to be assisted back to bed.  As Daisy tucked the blankets around him she affectionately brushed a dark lock of hair from his forehead.  

“You rest now.”  Jess took her hand and kissed it.  Daisy tucked his hand under the covers and left the room, leaving the door ajar in case he should need anything. 

The rest of the morning was uneventful.  Daisy changed and washed the linens that had been used by their guests, baked, sewed and did a dozen other things that made up her daily life at the ranch. 

Jeb had arrived back at the ranch around noon and had finished all of the barn work when Slim finally pulled into the yard at around two thirty.  Jeb unhitched the team and told Slim he should head off to the house as Daisy had saved him some lunch.  He would tend to the horses. 

As Slim opened the front door, the decidedly delicious aroma of Daisy’s morning activities in the kitchen greeted him.  Jess sat at the desk tackling the endless task of the ranch accounts, a job that he knew Slim detested and which Jess was not fond of either.  Jess had had little book learning and when he’d first arrived at the ranch, he had told Slim in no uncertain terms that paperwork was not for him but Slim had taught him anyway.  Jess enjoyed the lessons so much that Slim suggested that maybe they could continue Jess’ education in certain subjects. This was something for which Jess would find himself eternally grateful though he was careful not to let on to Slim.  He had missed out on so much schooling and now that he was settled, he found himself wanting to know more about everything.  Except where the subject of horses was concerned, of course, in which Jess excelled as the teacher.  So now Jess would assist with the mundane task of paperwork and accounts when he could and being unable to get around much at present he had taken it upon himself to make sure he was doing his share.  Jess hated to be idle. 

“You look kinda beat, Pard,” Jess said as he stiffly got to his feet and hobbled towards his partner, his hand outstretched in a warm greeting. 

Slim surveyed Jess with concerned eyes saying, “I didn’t think I’d see you up today, let alone walking.”  Slim took Jess’ hand and held it.   His partner still looked kind of unsteady and he wanted to make sure, just in case Jess was to stumble.  “Come on, Jess sit down will ya.  You’ve got to rest that leg.” 

Jess wouldn’t admit he still needed a steadying hand and allowed Slim to keep his grip as Slim maneuvered him to the rocker where Jess sat without argument. 

“You worry about me too much, you know that?”  Jess laughed as he playfully swatted Slim as he turned to hang up his gun-belt and hat by the door. 

“Well, someone’s got to worry about you, else God only knows where you’d end up.  Probably in some alley somewhere or left for the buzzards…” what was he saying?  “I’m sorry, Jess. I didn’t mean…” 

Jess laughed, cutting Slim off in mid-sentence.  “I know what you meant, Slim.  Now stop worrying.” 

Slim’s eyes traveled over his partner, his friend. How could he not worry about this dark- haired, fun loving man who had become so important to him over the years?  Jess returned the look of fondness, his features gradually changing to take on a more serious expression.  

“There’s something I have to say to you, Slim, so you had better sit down.” 

“Sounds serious, Jess,” Slim said as he sat on the leather couch and stretched out his legs, which were stiff from sitting all morning in the buckboard. 

Jess took a deep breath.  It was time to eat some humble pie.  “I acted like a complete idiot yesterday, Slim and I’m sorry for not listening to you.” 

“That’s…” Slim began. 

“Let me finish will ya,” Jess snapped.  “Sorry, Slim.”  Jess took another deep breath and continued.  “That big bay mare certainly has a mean side to her nature, Slim.  I don’t think even I could gentle that one.” 

‘Jess Harper admitting defeat - this was one for the books.’   Slim thought as he sat watching his friend. ‘Words don’t come to Jess easily.  He must have practiced this all morning.’  Slim smiled to himself wanting to help his friend find his way but he knew he mustn’t. 

“So I think maybe we should cut her loose.  I know that would make us a mount short so Jeb suggested that he’d be willing to let us have one of his that he had been holding back so that we could fill the complete order.  We’d pay him, of course, out of the proceeds of the army sale.  What do you think?”  Jess hesitated then continued, “Jeb’s in the barn if you want to talk it over with him,” Jess concluded his speech, his eyes still searching Slim’s face for some sign of approval. 

“How’d you get to be so smart all of a sudden?” Slim asked as he tried to keep a straight face without success and broke into his old familiar boyish grin. 

“Got a good teacher,” Jess replied lowering his eyes then peered meekly at Slim.  “That and the fact that…” 

“That Daisy and you had a chat while I was gone,” Slim jumped in and finished the sentence.  “I can’t leave you two alone for a minute.”  Slim looked passed Jess towards the kitchen.  “You can come out now, Daisy the coast is clear.” 

With a relieved smile Daisy drifted out of the kitchen with coffee cups in her hand and handed them each a cup. 

“I saved you some lunch, Slim.  Did you get Rebecca settled at the hotel?” 

Slim took a large swallow; he was parched.  It had been a difficult morning and he was grateful it was over and things could get back to normal, well normal for this household anyway. 

“George has given them his three best rooms.  He’s even arranged to turn another room into a bathroom with a tub and everything.  He borrowed it from the barbershop.  Still not quite what they’re used to but Rebecca seemed pleased with the effort.”  He took another mouthful of coffee and continued.  “Rebecca expects you around one o’clock tomorrow for lunch… and talking about lunch,” he looked appealingly at her.  “I’m starved.”

Chapter Four 

Daisy was up with the lark the next morning and by the time Slim and Jess roused from their beds she had already finished half her daily chores.  Jess was moving better this morning although he still favored his right leg somewhat as he managed to get around with only a little assistance from Slim. 

As Slim and Jess ate breakfast, Daisy went to wake Mike so that Mose could take him to school on the early stage. Then she would bring him back with her after her luncheon and her errands in town were complete. 

Mose pulled the Stage into the yard on time just as they finished eating.  Slim strolled outside to change the team followed closely by Mike and more slowly by Jess.  When Mose had his fill of coffee and Slim had the new team ready, Mike climbed aboard and sat next to Mose. Jess made sure that Mike understood that he was to meet Daisy outside the hotel straight after school. 

“No lolly-gagging around with your friends, Mike,” Jess reminded him as he handed up Mike’s schoolbooks.  “Slim needs you to help with the chores until this leg of mine heals up.” 

Mike promised he would be on time and waved enthusiastically as the stage pulled out and the ranch was out of sight.  Slim gave Jess a look that told him emphatically to rest. Jess gingerly made his way back inside the house. 

Slim, having hitched the team to the buckboard, brought it to the front of the house just as Daisy appeared on the porch dressed in a dark green dress and matching hat, an outfit that Slim had not seen before.  It was fancier than her usual attire for doing errands in town. 

“That new, Daisy?” he asked alighting from the buckboard. 

“No, Slim just never had the occasion to wear it.  But lunch with Rebecca certainly warrants it today,” she smiled sweetly at him as he helped her climb into the driver’s seat. 

Just as she was settling herself, Jess came hobbling out of the house. 

“Got everything, Daisy? Gloves, handkerchief, handbag, rat poison?” he asked jovially as he leaned against the hitching post for support. 

“Jess, you’re impossible,” Daisy’s expression mirrored that of the two men.  “Oh!” she exclaimed, “My reticule. I forgot…” she started to rise from her seat as Jess held up the small black bag that he had been hiding behind his back.  He limped painfully towards her and handed it up to her offering a mischievous grin along with it.  Daisy ruffled his dark wavy hair.  “Promise me you’ll rest today.”  She resumed her seat her eyes searching Jess’, waiting for his answer. 

Jess sighed.  He knew he couldn’t win, not with Daisy.  “I promise. Now get or else you will be late.” 

Satisfied, Daisy took up the reins, softly chirped the horses into motion and headed for town. 

* * * * * * * * * * * * 

Jess tried to do as Daisy had asked; he didn’t exactly rest but he was sitting.  He spent his day cleaning and mending the station’s numerous items of tack and harness.  Slim had set up some straw bales outside the corral for Jess to sit on so he could watch as they worked with the mustangs.  Slim hoped it would make Jess feel involved and he needed Jess on hand for any advice he could pass on to them. 

The afternoon sped by and before they knew it, the light was beginning to fade and dusk was fast approaching.  It had been a good day’s work and one they had all enjoyed - even Jess who was feeling less stiff than in the morning.  Jeb said goodnight, adding that he couldn’t make it over the next day but would be over the following morning.  He had neglected his own place and his brother and needed to catch up. 

Jess and Slim headed to the house.  Supper would be up to them tonight.  Jess was walking better but Slim kept close to him just in case. 

“I’ll start supper, Jess, you sit,” Slim ordered as he disappeared into the kitchen. 

But Jess followed close behind.  “Let me help, Slim, after all I’ve been sitting all afternoon.” 

Slim, the watchdog was not going to be argued with, though and as Jess limped his way into the kitchen Slim blocked his path.  “You promised you would rest, didn’t you?” 

Jess looked up sheepishly, “Well yeah, but…” 

“But nothing, Jess.”  He took Jess by the shoulders and spun him around.  “Now, Jess -living-room, rocking chair, rest; okay?”  Slim pointed Jess in the direction of the other room as he stood his ground.  Daisy would never forgive him if he let Jess have his own way.  “Out of my kitchen, young man.   Go on now.  Out!”  Slim said, impersonating Daisy as he shooed Jess to the living room with a wave of his hands as if he were shooing away a pesky insect. 

“Okay, okay, I’m going,” Jess shuffled and grumbled his way back to where the rocking chair stood by the hearth and sat down.  He straightened out his leg in front of him.  He rubbed his right knee.  It still hurt but not as bad. 

“Wonder what’s keeping, Daisy and Mike so long?” Jess queried as he heard Slim rattling around in the kitchen. 

“Maybe Daisy decided to spend the night and kept Mike with her.  I wouldn’t worry, Jess.  She’ll most likely be back in the morning with tales of all the fun she had.” 

“Fun!  With that for a sister?” Jess choked back a laugh.  Suddenly his laughter stopped and his eyes turned to the front door.  “Rider comin’, Slim.” 

Slim came out from the kitchen wiping his hands on the small apron that adorned his waist.  “Bit late for callers,” Slim said as Jess got stiffly to his feet and hobbled to the door upholstering his gun as Slim reached for his rifle. 

“Slim! Jess!” a familiar voice cried.  The two men looked at one another. 

“It’s Mort,” Jess said casually. “Wonder what he’s doing out here this late?” 

Slim put up his rifle but motioned to Jess to keep his gun handy.  Jess nodded his concurrence and stayed close behind Slim as he opened the door causing the light from the room to spill out onto the porch.  

From the state of his horse, it was apparent that Mort had ridden him hard. 

“Hey, Mort.  What brings you out this late?  Nothing wrong I hope.” Slim said as he stepped onto the porch.   Jess was now hidden behind the door. 

Mort dismounted.  He looked in as bad a shape as his horse.  Mort’s expression told it all. Something was most dreadfully wrong.  He tied his horse to the hitching rail and removed his hat, wiping the beads of sweat from his face with a handkerchief and then wiped the inside of his hat and returned it, pushed back casually, to his head. 

“Where’s Jess?” he asked urgently. 

Slim still wanted to be cautious.  He still didn’t know if Mort was alone or being directed by another person that they couldn’t see. 

“He’s sleepin’, Mort.  Tangled with a mustang yesterday and hurt his leg.  If you need him for something, I’m afraid he’ll be out of action for a couple of weeks. Sorry.”  

Jess listened intently. 

As Mort stepped onto the porch, Slim thought he had never seen him look so weary. Deep lines of worry creased the lawman’s brow.  He put a trembling hand on Slim’s shoulder.  “Don’t need him for anything, Slim.  Just need to tell him…tell you both something.  Would you go and wake him?  It’s urgent, Slim.”  Mort lowered his eyes, his expression grim.  “It’s Daisy, Slim she’s…” 

“What about, Daisy?” Jess threw the door wide and was instantly at Slim’s side. 

“Easy, Jess.”  Slim grabbed him by the waist as Jess began to lose his footing.  “You’d better come in, Mort.” 

Slim sat Jess back in the rocker and took a seat on the couch as Mort pulled up a chair. 

Jess was getting more and more agitated.  “Mort what’s happened to Daisy and where’s Mike?”  Jess was almost shouting now. 

“Take it easy, will ya,” Slim said trying to calm Jess.  He took a deep breath as he felt his own anxiety growing.  “Take your time, Mort.  Just start from the beginning.” 

Mort had known Slim since he was a boy and had come to think of him as the son he had never had.   He had been Slim’s father’s best friend.  When Jess had come to live at the ranch, Mort was quite shocked at how Slim had taken to the handsome dark haired drifter with his wild ways.  But over the years, Jess had mellowed and Mort now considered the quick-tempered young man as sound and trustworthy as Slim and as a good friend.  Bringing this kind of news to his two closest friends was one of the hardest things he’d ever had to do.  Slim, Jess, Mike and Miss Daisy had always made Mort feel like part of their family and this hurt him almost as much as it was going to hurt them. 

Mort took his hat off and threw it on the nearby table.  “Mike’s okay.  He’s at the hotel with George and Martha.”  Mort took a deep breath.  ‘How do I break this gently?  Best just to say it I suppose.’ 

“Daisy’s also at the hotel.  Seth is with her,” he surveyed their expressions and continued.  “Apparently she collapsed whilst having lunch with her sister in the hotel’s dining-room.”  He blew a long breath out relieved that it was over. 

Slim, who had been looking at the floor, moved his eyes to his partner.  Jess’ face twitched as Mort’s words sank in and he met Slim’s troubled gaze.  The two looked at one another their eyes full of pain, deep and excruciating, needing no words to confirm their decision of what needed to be done. 

Slim got to his feet.  “I’ll saddle up.  You’ll need a fresh mount, Mort.” 

“Going to be slow hard going, Slim it’s getting mighty dark,” Mort said and then asked, “You sure you don’t want to wait till morning?  Seth said there was nothing much you could do tonight.” 

“No, Mort. We’re going now,” Jess answered sharply as he struggled to stand. 

“I’m going.”  Slim retorted.  “You can’t ride with that leg, Jess,” 

“Slim…it’s Daisy,” Jess struggled to keep his footing again.  “I’m going,” and with determination he hobbled to the door and took his things from the door peg.  “You just get me on Traveler and he’ll do the rest.”  Slim didn’t argue further as Jess disappeared into the beckoning night.  Daisy was special to both of them but maybe perhaps more so to Jess.  Slim knew Jess would ride through the fires of hell for her and with his leg in the condition it was in, Jess was certainly going to feel like he was doing just that. 

Mort settled his horse in the barn and helped Slim saddle fresh mounts.  Jess found a box to stand on and Slim helped him pull himself into the saddle.  Jess winced as he put his right foot into the stirrup.  Slim looked up at his partner and rubbed Jess’ bad leg as concern swept across his face.  “You sure about this, Jess?”  Jess met Slim’s pained expression with his usual caring smile and patted the faithful hand in reassurance. 

Slim mounted and they pointed their horses in the direction of town and their family.  

* * * * * * * * * * * * 

The journey of usually an hour on horseback took more than half that again as they had to stop several times while Jess struggled against the searing pain in his knee and leg.  Slim wanted him to turn back and assured Jess he would send someone out with a buckboard to fetch him.  But Jess was determined to continue at any cost, needing only thoughts of Daisy to give him renewed strength and purpose. 

The street was dark and quiet as they pulled up in front of the hotel.  Mort tethered Traveler to the hitching rail as Slim helped an exhausted Jess from the saddle.  Once again he couldn’t put any weight on his leg and Slim and Mort had to carry him inside.  George, the hotel manager, came out from behind the front desk as he saw the three men enter the lobby.  Quickly assessing the situation he rushed forward and swept papers and cushions from the leather couch that stood against one of the walls, enabling Slim and Mort to gently lower Jess onto it.  Mort replaced some of the cushions at one end as Slim slowly swung Jess’ legs up onto the couch and took his hat and gloves and laid them on the floor next to him. 

Mort excused himself and headed for the stage depot office to make arrangements for the relay station to be tended in Slim and Jess’ absence. 

“Didn’t think we’d see you boys till the morning.”  George viewed Jess’ pale face and pained expression.  “What happened to Jess?” 

Jess let out an uncontrollable yelp of pain as he pushed himself up to get more comfortable.  The pain shot through his knee and down his leg.  “Where’s Daisy and Mike?”  He asked, his voice dry and raspy as he breathed through the pain.

George poured a glass of water from a pitcher that was sitting behind his desk and handed it to Jess who took it gratefully, drinking deep and long. 

“Daisy’s in a room at the back on the ground floor.  Doc’s with her.  She gave us quite a fright, I can tell ya.”  George paused; it had been a trying experience all round what with the scene in the dining room, the argument and then Daisy taking sick.  “Mike is in the kitchen with Martha.  She’s trying to get some food in him but he’s pretty upset.  Poor little mite.” 

No sooner had George spoken than footsteps could be heard running along the passageway and Mike burst into the lobby. 

“Slim! Jess!” he cried as he ran to them.  His eyes were red from crying, the tears still pouring down his pale little face. 

Slim hurried toward the Mike and scooped him up in his arms and Mike buried his face into the familiar comfort of Slim’s shoulder. 

“Aunt Daisy’s dying, Slim,” Mike stammered through the thundering sobs that racked his small body. 

“We don’t know that for sure, Mike.  Jess and I only just got here.”  He held the boy tightly to him not wanting to release him but he knew he must.  He needed to see Seth and hear for himself what Seth had to say about Daisy’s condition.  Slim rubbed Mike’s back.  “Mike, you stay here with Jess.  I need to see the doctor.” Slim moved his hand to lift Mike’s face from his shoulder.  “Okay, Mike?”  Mike’s eyes were red and puffy as the sobs and sniffles shuddered uncontrollably through him. 

Slim brushed the hair from the tear soaked little face as he turned and placed the small sobbing child into Jess’ outstretched arms.  Mike wrapped his tiny limbs about Jess’ neck and body and snuggled into Jess’ chest, burying his face once again into another familiar place of love and comfort.  Jess’ comforting arms enveloped the small boy and rubbed Mike’s back as the sobs continued. 

“We’ll be okay, Slim, you go see Seth.”  

Slim could see that Jess was still in a lot of pain as the small boy snuggled on his lap but hoped that having Mike to worry about would take Jess’ mind off his own pain. 

Slim followed George along the dimly lit passageway.  They stopped at the last door and George opened it quietly. 

“Slim and Jess are here, Doc,” he said opening the door fully to allow Slim to enter. 

The room, like the hallway, was dim, lit only by two lamps and smelt stale and musty like most every hotel room Slim had ever been in. 

Seth Andrews stood next to the bed where Daisy lay pale but as far as Slim could tell, sleeping peacefully.  Seth was taking her pulse and acknowledged Slim as he entered.  He was quite a young man probably about the same age as Slim but tonight his expression aged him considerably. A look of satisfaction fleeted across his face as he replaced Daisy’s small hand under the covers and taking Slim by the elbow, ushered him into the passageway.  Seth leaned against the wall, fatigued from the afternoon and evening’s efforts. 

“Seth?” Slim said with a questioning look in his eyes.  “Tell me straight.  Is she going to die?” 

Seth lifted his eyes to meet Slim’s and gave him a weary smile.  “It’s serious, Slim. I won’t pretend it isn’t.  Daisy had a heart seizure.”  Seth’s smile broadened slightly as he continued.  “But she’s a fighter and with rest and the proper care she could outlive us all.  However, she won’t be able to live as she has done.” 

“You mean she’ll be an invalid?  Complete rest and no excitement of any kind and she’ll be alright?”  Slim asked the question but already knew the answer. 

“Precisely, Slim.  But there could be an alternative treatment.  One that would mean, Daisy could live a normal full life again.  It’s risky and very new.” 

 Seth pushed away from the wall and began to walk towards the lobby.  “I could use some coffee.  Slim will you join me and I’ll tell you what I know about the procedure?”

His pain forgotten, Jess swung his legs off the couch as Slim and Seth appeared.  Jess leaned forward and howled as the pain again shot through his knee and lower limb.  Slim moved to his side, sat next to him and put a comforting arm around his partner’s shoulders. 

“Easy there, Jess,” Slim said and saw the pained expression subside as he gently rubbed Jess’ back.  Seth bent in front of Jess and Slim explained the fall, the injury and then Jess riding in tonight. 

“George has set a room aside,” Seth said.  I’ll examine Jess in there then we can discuss Daisy.” 

Jess gritted his teeth as he was lifted from the couch. 

 “I managed to quiet Mike and Martha’s getting him ready for bed.  He’s real tired but I don’t know if he’ll sleep any,” Jess managed weakly as they carried him down the passage to a room that was across the way from Daisy’s.  He rested his head on Slim’s shoulder as he breathed through the pain. 

The room had two separate double beds, one of which was partially occupied by Mike who had just been comfortably tucked in by Martha.  His tears had subsided, now that he knew that Slim and Jess were with him.  Mike turned on his side as the trio struggled through the doorway and sat Jess gently on the other bed. 

“Did Jess hurt his leg again, Slim?” asked the small voice as Mike leaned up on his elbow to get a better view of the proceedings. 

Slim helped Jess to remove his jacket and gun-belt, tossing them both on a nearby chair.  Jess grabbed Slim’s arm squeezing his eyes shut against the stabbing onslaught as Seth carefully lifted Jess’ legs and swung them round to rest on the covers.  Slim let Jess keep his hold on his arm as he stacked pillows behind him.  Then he freed his arm from his partner’s tight grip so that he could lift Jess under the arms and slide him up onto the pillows.  

Jess opened his eyes giving Slim a strained but thankful smile. “Thanks, Slim.” 

Slim went around to where Mike lay and sat on the edge of the bed next to Mike and looked on while Seth removed Jess’ boots and helped him off with his pants.  Mike struggled out from under his covers and huddled next to Slim, who wrapped an arm around him. 

As Seth examined Jess’ knee and leg, he apologized for the pain he was causing but he needed to be thorough.  Jess gripped the covers in his hands, his knuckles turning white with the strain of holding back the yells that were building in his throat.  Mike pulled himself away from Slim and moved off the bed although Slim tried to stop him.  Mike dodged Slim’s outstretched hand and managed to reach Jess on the other bed.  He sat down very slowly and quietly watched the pain fleet across Jess’ face in waves.  Then he laid his small hand on one of Jess’ as Jess gripped at the covers again.  Jess turned his head and opened his eyes.  Mike’s broad grin of reassurance filled Jess with renewed strength and he turned his hand over cupping the small boy’s hand in his own and held it tightly.  His eyes never left Mike’s nor did he let go of the small comforting hand -  the pain now more bearable. 

Seth stood straight and went to the washbasin to wash his hands. 

 “It’s mostly your knee, Jess.  Looks like you’ve torn the ligaments, I’m afraid.”  Seth looked across to Martha who all this while had been standing at the end of Mike’s bed.  He asked her for some towels and a bucket of ice.  “We’ll pack your knee in ice to reduce the heat and swelling and then I’ll give you something to help you sleep.”  Seth shook his head in dismay and looked across at Slim.  “Why’d you let him ride, Slim?  He should never have been on a horse - not in his condition.” 

“You know it an’ I know it but you try telling him that!”  Slim said in exasperation as he pointed at Jess.  Mike moved cautiously back to where Slim sat.   Tempers were rising and he knew to get out of the way. 

Jess’ face flushed as he coyly met Seth’s disapproving gaze.  Jess folded his arms across his chest. 

 “We needed to get here fast.  So you two just tell me how else was I going to make it?”  Jess’ eyes blazed at the two men.  Then, uncomfortable with their returning stares, he averted his eyes and found an interesting spot on the wall at the end of the bed. 

Seth sighed shaking his head in dismay as Martha returned with towels and a large bowl filled to the brim with ice.  Seth pulled the covers out from under Jess’ leg and laid a dry towel under his right knee.  He then folded ice into one of the towels and gingerly lifted the leg lowering it down so that the knee rested on the ice pack. 

“That’s cold!” Jess exclaimed and caught a brief grin of delight fleet across Slim’s face. 

Seth made another ice pack and placed it over and around the knee.  Then he covered the whole cold compress with a dry towel and pulled the covers up over Jess’ legs. 

“There.  That will do for now.  Martha will you make sure there is enough ice,” he said handing back the bowl. 

Martha nodded and asked if they would require her for anything else.  Seth and Slim both agreed that they wouldn’t and she told them she would retire for the night and they could help themselves to the ice from the icehouse out back whenever they needed more.  

As Martha started for the door, Slim added, “Uh, Martha, thanks for taking such good care of Mike.” 

Martha just smiled.  She was fond of the little boy and having never had children of her own, often spoiled him with treats from the hotel kitchen when she saw him.  “No trouble at all, Slim.  I like to look after him.  Goodnight to you then.” 

“So Seth, about Daisy,” Slim started. 

“Is Daisy alright, Slim?” Jess asked, the pain now being replaced by a numbing cold. 

Seth sat on the edge of Jess’ bed.  His expression confirmed Jess’ worst fears.  Daisy was really sick. 

Seth folded his hands in his lap.  “Daisy has had a heart seizure, Jess.” 

“A heart seizure, Seth?” Jess sat bolt upright but Seth put his hand on Jess’ chest and pushed him gently back onto the pillows. 

“Relax, Jess or else I’m going to have to order you complete bed rest.  One stubborn patient on my hands is enough.  You just settle down and let me explain.”  Seth’s smile was warm yet weary. 

“Daisy has a condition that is affecting the blood flow to and from her heart.  It’s a congestion of, I would say, one or two of the main arteries.  From the pallor of her skin I would say she’s had the problem for several months and she’s obviously hidden it very well - especially from you two.” 

“We did notice she got out of breath a couple of days back and then again yesterday when she and her sister hard harsh words.”  Slim told him about the sudden arrival of Daisy’s family and the events of the previous two days. 

“Seems likely that today’s argument was the catalyst to push Daisy over the edge,” Seth remarked. 

“We haven’t heard about what went on today between Daisy and her sister.  Can you tell us what exactly did happen, Seth?”  Jess asked. 

Seth took a long breath, fatigue starting to overwhelm him.  “Apparently Daisy and her sister got into quite a heated argument in the dining-room during lunch.  On-lookers say that both women were raising their voices to each other and were even shouting at one point.  Daisy got to her feet and started to leave when she suddenly collapsed unable to catch her breath.” 

“Does anyone know what they were arguing about?”  Slim wasn’t sure he wanted to know the answer but it would help clarify things.  For him anyway! 

Seth fidgeted as if uncomfortable with the question.  He directed his answer directly to Slim.  “They were arguing about you and Jess and the fact that Daisy worked at the ranch as your housekeeper.”  Seth turned to Jess now and continued.  “Apparently, Daisy’s sister feels Daisy is degrading herself and that it is not proper for her to be living on the ranch with two unattached young men.”  He watched as Jess’ face twitched.  “Daisy comes from quite an affluent background so I hear.” 

“We know she does,” was all Slim said as his angry eyes met the anger in Jess’. 

The three friends sat in silence for a few moments.  Then Seth broke the uneasiness.  “I’ve explained the entire matter of Daisy’s condition to her sister and the medical options available.  But I feel I should tell you too.  Daisy’s sister has already given me her decision as to Daisy’s treatment and I feel it is wrong for a case such as Daisy’s. 

Slim sat forward listening intently. 

“There are two options boys,” Seth suddenly stopped and motioned to Slim pointing to Mike who was slumped next to him, fast asleep.  “He’s had a rough time of it,” Seth added as Slim gently maneuvered Mike back under the covers then returned his attention to Seth. 

“As I was saying there are two options.”  He paused to collect his thoughts.  “I could prescribe strychnine tablets for Daisy to take when she feels an attack coming on but strychnine can be very dangerous if not taken in the proper dosage and people have been known to overdose by mistake.” 

 Seth watched the two men as they exchanged worried glances.  “This option would also mean that Daisy would have to remain bedridden for the most part.  No exertion and no excitement.” 

“Daisy would go mad, Slim.  She couldn’t nor would she want to live like that and you know it.”  Jess turned his attention to Seth.  “So what’s the other option?” 

“An operation,” Seth showed no emotion as he said it. 

“Operation!” exclaimed Slim.  “Isn’t that kinda risky, Seth?” 

“Any operation is risky, Slim, but there have been some real breakthroughs in medicine over the past few years.  There are two European physicians, Drs. Ingalls and Lafarge who have had some real success in cases such as Daisy’s.” 

 Seth’s gaze moved between his two friends as he continued.  “They are currently over here on a lecture tour and are at this moment in Boston.”  Seth paused, slightly hesitating with what he had decided to ask of them.  “With your permission I would like to consult with them.  I could send them a telegram in the morning if you’re agreeable.  Then I can put all the facts before Daisy.  After all it’s her decision.” 

“But I thought you said Daisy’s sister had made the decision?” Jess quietly asked. 

“She has, Jess, but it’s really up to Daisy.  It’s her life and body after all is said and done.  From what I can gather, Daisy and her sister haven’t exactly seen each other for sometime, until now that is.”  

Seth’s eyes moved to the sleeping boy as he continued.  “I want Daisy to know all her options.  That’s why I want to contact Lafarge and Ingalls.  Her sister is adamant that an operation is not an option even if it were to give Daisy a chance at a complete and full life.” Seth smiled at the concerned faces.  “From what I’ve seen over the past months and what I have heard in town, you three are more of a real family to Daisy than her sister ever could be.  That’s why I’m telling you all this.” 

Seth got to his feet, turned down Jess’ covers and removed the ice pack, making a pretence of examining the knee.  “What is a family anyway?  What ties a family together?  It’s more than just blood.  It’s caring for one another.  Standing together through the hard times.  Times of trouble.  Times of sickness.  It’s trusting and never doubting one another.  It’s wanting to be together but most of all I think it’s the love each has for the other that really ties a family together and I know you boys love that little lady lying in there.”  

Seth replaced the ice pack and covered Jess’ legs.  “You’ve proved that by riding through the black of night to get here to be with her.  Especially you, Jess.  Fool hardy though it was, it shows true commitment and love.” 

Seth opened his medical bag that lay on the nightstand between the two beds and searching inside finally brought out a small vial and a syringe, which he promptly filled from the bottle.  He motioned to Jess to roll up his sleeve.  “This’ll help you sleep more comfortably, Jess.” 

“Is that really necessary, Seth?  My leg is feeling much better since you packed it with ice.”  Jess argued.  “Slim and I need to do some serious talking.” 

“Not tonight, Jess,” Seth was adamant in his comment.  “Tonight you sleep. You can talk all you want tomorrow.  Slim, you’ll need to repack his knee with fresh ice in a few hours but get some sleep first, okay.”  Seth moved close to Jess and prepared to give him the shot. 

Jess raised his head, “Just a minute, Seth.” 

Slim was silent as he sat wringing his hands nervously.  Then he looked at Jess.  “Whatda ya think, Jess?” 

The two friends’ thoughts mirrored one another; as Jess’ blue eyes met the scared expression in Slim’s, they twinkled as he offered a comforting smile at his partner.  This was their family and they were going to do everything humanly possible to keep it together. 

“Send the telegram, Seth.” Jess raised his arm to accept the shot his eyes never wavering from Slim.  The two sat silent until finally the sedative took hold.  Jess’s eyes became heavy and finally they closed.    

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