NEW BEGINNINGS
By Moira Purnell
(Beta Reader : Carol Marsella)
Chapter One
Slim sat at the top of the ridge overlooking his home, pondering on what life gives and what life takes away. It was a clear morning in late spring, though there was still a chill in the air, but the snow and other ravages of winter were finally over. Buds had begun to form on the poplar trees and the grass was taking on a hue of fresh new green, and soon the wild flowers would once more be blooming in the pastures.
It had been a long harsh winter, and he and Jess had not been able to bring all the cattle down from the high country and they had lost a good dozen head or more to the winter storms and the wolves that roamed up there unseen. Though you could hear the hunters’ lonesome lament, as it echoed shrill and clear through the long winter nights. But with the spring comes new life and new hopes, just the thought of such new prospects brought a warm feeling to his soul.
He smiled and hooked a leg over the saddle horn, and grabbing his canteen he took a long cool drink of water. He could see Mike in the yard feeding the chickens; Daisy was hanging out the wash and Jess was… Damn it all, Jess, where are you?
“What ya doing, Pard?”
Startled by the suddenness of the interruption and also due to the fact that his weight was not quite even in the saddle, Slim lurched sideways falling with a resounding thump on the hard ground, with one foot still caught in the stirrup. Alamo didn’t bolt nor shy away but simply took a step forward to adjust his balance and steady himself. He turned his head and with his soft gentle eyes he looked back at Slim, assured himself that his partner was okay, then lowering his head, returned once again to grazing. Slim eyed the intruder, first with a look of apprehension, which quickly changed to one of relief, then annoyance. A smile then formed on his tanned face, as he realized how his dilemma must appear to the onlooker.
“Well aren’t you going to help me up?” Slim asked detangling his foot and stretching out a hand.
Jess bounced down from Spirit grabbed Slim by both hands and hauled him to his feet, then began dusting him down all the while wearing a school boy like grin on his rugged features.
“Sorry, Pard didn’t mean to startle you but I saw you sitting up here as I was riding out to start work on the fences and I thought maybe there was something wrong.”
“No, Jess, nothing’s wrong, just thinking that’s all.”
“Thinkin’ on anything special?” Jess asked as he stood next to Slim, both of them now looking down at the pastoral scene below.
“Just about how lucky I am that’s all. After Pa died it was always such a struggle. Some days I didn’t even know how I was going to put food on the table or clothes on our backs, but now….”
“But now everything’s fine. You’ve paid the mortgage off and the ranch is finally yours and,” he paused and lowered his eyes, his voice catching in his throat. He still found it hard to talk about, though it had happened months long since past. “And Andy’s,” Jess finished solemnly. A large hand squeezed his elbow and he felt a familiar arm rest across his shoulders.
“Yours too, remember your last birthday? We’re partners now, and you deserve it, Jess. You’ve put as much work into this place as I have. Remember what I’ve told you before; this ranch is as much a part of you as it is me.” Slim slapped Jess fondly on the back. “I always knew Andy never really was cut out to be a rancher but now he’s resting next to Ma and Pa and I know he’s content knowing that the ranch is secure and that you’re finally….” Slim stopped in mid sentence as he looked at his partner’s sad countenance and tightened his arm around his shoulders.
Jess was gazing down at the tiny graveyard nestled under the willow trees on the side of the hill that overlooked the small ranch house and buildings. It had been several months since Andy’s sudden demise and still he couldn’t get used to the idea of never actually seeing those big brown eyes looking expectantly up at him, as Andy begged for Jess to take him riding, or fishing, or maybe on one of their hunting trips, or even perhaps to play hooky and head up to the swimming hole. Jess shook the picture from his mind. When he’d lost his family back in Texas all those years ago, he’d made a promise to himself that he would never again allow himself to become attached to any one person or any one place. But that was before he met a certain young boy who so shone with life that it touched alight something inside of him. Something that he’d thought long since dead and buried. A yearning for a place to call, “Home,” he said almost in a whisper, as he finished Slim’s sentence.
Slim squeezed Jess’ shoulder again. Jess had been the stalwart tower of strength of the small family during the whole gruesome ordeal of a loved one’s death. During the long winter months that had followed, Slim knew that Jess hadn’t let himself grieve properly, and he hoped that, with the coming of spring, Jess might finally be able to let go of some of the darkness of the past and start to find joy in living again.
Slim knew that Jess had never been one to share his emotions easily. He also knew that, after months of bottling those emotions up inside, Jess was going to need help if he was going to be able to find his way back to the road of life he had so enjoyed since settling down on the ranch. Slim needed to find a distraction, something that Jess could get his teeth into. He didn’t know what but he would find some way to help his partner. After all, if it hadn’t been for Jess’ strength, Slim knew that he, himself, would never have been able to cope with Andy’s death. Jess had always been there for him and seen him through his darkest of hours, ever since that fateful day when Jess had ridden onto Sherman land for the first time. Now it was Slim’s turn to be there for his partner and best friend. He made a resolve to talk with Daisy. If anyone could help him come up with an idea, she could.
He slapped Jess lightly on the back. “Now let’s get to seeing what those winter storms have done to our fences. I know how you just love to mend fences!” Slim chuckled as he gathered up Alamo’s reins and leapt into the saddle in one fluid movement to avoid the swat that he knew was headed his way.
* * * * * *
“You’d think that after all this time I’d be used to this kinda work,” Jess grumbled as he stretched out his aching back and flexed the stiffness from his tired shoulders and neck.
“Same here, Pard. What do you say we head back for some lunch? We could sort out the barn this afternoon and finish this backbreaking work tomorrow.” Slim watched the smile sweep across Jess’ face.
“Whatever you say, Boss man,” he chuckled as he quickly gathered up the tools and packed them into the gunnysack that hung from his saddle.
Slim smiled and rolled up the rest of the wire and tucked it against the half finished fence. “Lunch first, though. I’m starved, and remember we’re partners, we’re both the boss.”
Jess was already straddled across Spirit wearing his all too familiar boy like grin. Slim knew what was coming.
“Race ya,” and Jess was off at full gallop as Slim swung himself into the saddle and headed off helter-skelter after his best friend. Glad to see the glimmer of the old Jess rearing its head.
The two friends careered into the yard, sending up a cloud of dust and pebbles, laughing joyfully. “Beat you,” Slim announced triumphantly and patted Alamo as both regained their breath.
“Only just, Pard, only just,” Jess retorted as he slipped from the saddle. “We’ll just see who the victor is next time, won’t we, Boy?” he said, breathing hard, as he stroked Spirit’s strong neck, both man and beast exhausted from the exertion.
Just as Slim was going to come back with some quick rhetorical remark, Mike dashed out from the kitchen door. He ran full pelt and hurled himself into Jess’ arms.
“I thought you’d never get home.” Jess settled the boy in his arms and tousled the already messy brown hair. “Aunt Daisy says that lunch won’t be ready for another half hour. Will you take me for a ride, Jess? Please.” Large brown eyes looked at him and suddenly without warning or knowing why; Jess pulled him close and hugged him.
“What’s the matter, Jess?” Mike asked as he struggled free and looked into Jess’ sad blue eyes. “Why do you look so sad?”
Jess simply smiled as if he hadn’t heard the second question, as he shook the memory of another dark pair of young eyes from his mind. “Nothing, Tiger, just glad to see you is all.”
Slim sat on Alamo and silently watched the scene play out before him. His heart ached for his friend. He had to do something and soon.
“I’ll give you a ride, Mike. Pass him up, Jess. Think you and Spirit could do with a rest.” Slim winked at Jess as his partner sat the small figure in front of him and the two trotted off toward the pasture.
Jess unsaddled his mount and loosed him into the corral. He turned suddenly as he heard squeals of laughter emanating from the pasture and watched as Slim cantered around, giving Mike the ride of his life. Although Mike had his own pony, he still loved to ride with Slim or Jess. Slowly walking to the gate Jess leaned over and watched his partner and their young charge enjoying just being together. Nothing like having the wind blowing through your hair and feeling the strength of horse flesh heaving beneath you. He removed his hat and ran his fingers through his hair, and settling his hat on the back of his head, gazed off toward the shady willows on the hillside. Fond memories of similar days with a long missed youngster flooded his mind.
Mike squealed again as Slim pulled Alamo to a sudden halt. “More, Slim, more.” Mike pleaded but Slim wasn’t listening, his peripheral vision had caught sight of some distant movement, and his eyes were now firmly fixed on a lone figure as it climbed the hill toward the willows.
“Come on, Mike, lunch should be ready by now,” he said quietly and headed Alamo toward the pasture gate and the corral. As they reached it, Mike slipped down and ran to wash up as Slim unsaddled and let Alamo join his stable companion. Slim nonchalantly went about putting away his gear but all the time quietly watching Jess’ every move. He watched as Jess settled himself on a log underneath the trees that served as a seat and remove his hat. First time he’s been up there since the…
Suddenly, the sound of clanging metal on metal hailing that lunch was ready disturbed the men’s quiet reverie.
Jess looked up startled by the noise only to meet Slim’s watchful gaze. He was glad that he was quite some distance away as he felt the heat rise in his cheeks. He stretched casually as he got to his feet and firmly replacing his hat on his head, made his way slowly down toward the yard. He tried to avoid walking too close to where Slim stood but to no avail. Slim had other ideas and purposefully strode to meet his friend and slapped him fondly on the back. Jess glanced across at his long time partner and best friend. Slim smiled and nodded his understanding as he again rested a comforting arm across Jess’ shoulder. Jess smiled weakly and the two friends headed toward the house and lunch.
The two friends spent a grueling afternoon sorting through the barn and its muddled contents. Slim shook his head and pondered, why it was that during the winter months when tools or the like needed to be put away, they just seemed to have gotten shoved away in any corner of the barn that would take them. Possibly, it was due to the fact that after working outside in the bitter cold, one couldn’t wait to be huddled indoors next to the fire and neatness was the furthest thing from one’s mind.
It was almost dusk when they finally decided that they had done all they could for that day. Yet another job to be completed tomorrow; Slim shook his head despondently, at this rate they would never get any one job finished. He looked up as strands of straw floated down in front him. Jess had climbed up into the hayloft to check on the state of the beams. Snow might be pretty to look at, as it floated gracefully down from the heavens, but its weight could buckle even the sturdiest of roofs.
Slim stepped out from beneath the overhang that was the hayloft floor and searched for a sign of his partner. “How’s it looking, Jess?” He could hear Jess scuffling about but he got no reply. Slim started up the ladder. “Jess, I said how’s it looking?” Before he had even climbed four rungs of the ladder, a mountain of straw and hay wafted down forcing him to the ground and almost buried him alive.
Slim coughed and spluttered as he dug his way free and glared skywards, only to meet a pair of laughing eyes and a face filled with a familiar grin. Slim however, was definitely not amused. He staggered to his feet and began to brush himself off, and picking numerous pieces of hay from his hair. Jess slid easily down the ladder, needing no rungs to hinder his descent. He stood at the bottom of the ladder wearing a long missed smile. Slim looked up mockingly. So, Pard, you want to play do you?
Jess took a tentative step forward. “Sorry, Pard, I just couldn’t resist, are you all right?”
“Oh, I’m just fine, Jess; just fine.” He paused as he stepped clear of the mountain of debris. “Now you on the other hand are not.” In one bound he sprung on Jess like a panther, knocking him swiftly off balance and dragged him into the mountain of hay.
Jess could see what was coming but had no way of preventing it. “No, Slim. No.” Jess pleaded in vain.
“Mr. Tough Guy. Huh?” Slim teased as he managed to stuff hay down the back of Jess’ shirt.
“Slim, no more, no more.” Jess guffawed, as he and Slim finally dragged themselves to their knees and continued to throw hay at each other.
Hearing all the commotion, Daisy had rushed from the house, brandishing her usual defense: A long handled bristle broom.
“What on earth…” She stood speechless as her ‘sons’ scrambled to their feet and stood bashfully before her, shafts of hay sticking out in a higgledy-piggledy fashion from every part their anatomy. Daisy put her hand to her mouth and giggled as she viewed the two scarecrows, but quickly suppressed it. “I thought you two were supposed to be sorting out the mess in here, not making it worse.” She tried to sound harsh, as if scolding two youngsters for not cleaning their room. But her gleeful nature burst forth and she finally collapsed on a straw bale in fits of laughter, as she beheld their bedraggled state.
Slim and Jess looked at each other, each knowing exactly what the other was thinking. Before Daisy knew what was happening, they had lifted her up and were carrying her still laughing into the yard.
“Now, you two, stop this. Put me down,” she demanded through peels of soft laughter. “Put me down, this minute.”
Slim looked whimsically at his partner. “She said to put her down, Jess.”
Jess winked. “Best do as we’re told then, Slim,” and with that they took a few more steps and finally sat Daisy atop the corral fence.
The two friends stood back and folded their arms, their faces beaming with delight.
“Now you know this is not what I meant at all,” Daisy said exasperated as she began to extricate herself from her enforced perch.
In a flash Jess was standing in front of her, and with his hands firmly around her petite waist swung her gently down to the ground.
“What on earth has gotten into you two this afternoon?” Daisy said as she straightened her skirts. “Carrying on like a pair of unruly schoolboys, hay fights and…and…” Words failed her, and all she could do to relieve her exasperation was use her only means of defense that she still held firmly in her hand. And with a firm whack across his backside Jess was hustled away like a pesky insect.
“Daisy?” Jess cried indignantly. Slim wasn’t going to hang round, he and Jess were definitely no match for this whirling dervish and he ran off at top speed for the haven of the house, closely followed by his rather sore and disgruntled partner.
Daisy stood her broom on the ground, like a sentry on guard duty and watched the fast retreating backs. Then she suddenly realized their direction. “Oh, no you don’t, not in the house with all that dust and hay still on you,” she called out and hurried after them shaking the broom in the air.
Slim had stopped dead in his tracks at the kitchen door, as Jess not being able to stop collided into his partner’s back. Unfortunately for them, Daisy had left the door ajar. Thud!! And the two friends landed in a heap of flaying arms and legs in the kitchen doorway.
Mike, who had been finishing up his homework in the living room, ran round the corner to see what had happened. He looked at his adopted brothers, puzzled as to why they should be lying in the doorway and also why they were covered in hay.
“Jess, why are you lying on Slim’s back and why is… and what’s that awful smell?” he began innocently, and screwing up his nose.
“Jess, get off of me; you weigh a ton,” Slim growled as Jess rolled onto the floor enabling his partner to get to his feet just as a breathless Daisy reached them.
“Now you two outside and shake out all that hay before you come back in.” She instructed as she began to sweep away the hay that was already drifting out from their clothes.
Slim put his hands on his waist and stretched his bruised back and looked down at Jess, who was still lying on his back on the floor, his eyes staring at Slim but his body unmoving.
“Jess, Jess, are you all right?” Slim asked urgently; anxious that Jess might have injured himself in some way.
Jess’ response was to burst out in fits of laughter; he laughed so hard that he was almost cried and curled into a ball on the floor folding his arms about his chest.
“Well, I don’t see what’s so funny,” Slim began. Then he caught a glimpse of his reflection in the glass of the kitchen door. What a sight met his eyes. His stern face instantly cracked into a grin, then into a full blown smile and uninhibited laughter as he bent down to help Jess to his feet.
“Come on, Pard, we’d best get cleaned up before Daisy does it for us.” He winked at her as they went out and headed to the shower.
* * * * * *
“Any more pie left, Daisy?” Jess asked as he scrapped the final morsel from his now empty plate.
“If you ask me, Jess, you should lay off those extra portions for a while,” Slim said as he rose from the supper table, heading for the comfort of his couch and the warmth of the fire.
“Why?” Jess asked quizzically as Daisy appeared with another piece of pie and fresh coffee.
“Well after feeling how heavy you were this afternoon,” he began, smiling over at his friend, he eyes full of mischief as Jess cut in.
“You suggesting I’m putting on weight?” Jess asked resentfully as he cut into the fresh slice set before him and ate away heartily.
“I’m not suggesting anything, Pard. I’m just saying that…” Slim smiled as he watched Jess polish off his apple pie. He sure does enjoy his food.
Tonight his friend was more like his old self; in fact Jess’ mood had definitely been lighter all afternoon. Their old familiar horsing around proved that. Now how to keep it going was the next challenge.
Jess pushed his plate back and ran his hand over his full stomach. “That, Daisy, was delicious.”
“Well I’m glad you enjoyed it, Dear. Now, why don’t you two go sit on the porch and I’ll bring you both some more coffee once I’ve finished the dishes,” she said as she finished collecting the supper plates from the table and went into the kitchen.
Dishes! Slim got up and threw another log on the fire and rounded the corner into the kitchen. “You look rather tired tonight, Daisy. Why don’t I give you a hand with those?”
Jess stood up and peeked into the kitchen. “Slim does dishes real well, Daisy. But, then again, he had a real good teacher!”
Slim threw him a dirty look together with the dishtowel. “Get out of here you over fed varmint.”
Jess returned his friend’s smile, threw back the cloth, and headed out toward his rocker and the quiet of the evening.
Slim worked away beside Daisy in subdued silence until she could sense it was the right moment. “Something bothering you, Slim?” Daisy asked as she poured the dirty suds away and dried her hands.
Slim looked at her rather sheepishly. “How come you always seem to know?”
“A mother always knows when something is bothering her children.” She replied simply as she prepared a fresh batch of coffee. “Now then, tell me what’s on your mind, Dear?”
Slim hesitated unsure of how to put his thoughts into actual words.
“Jess?” Daisy asked with a concerned smile. “I know you’ve been worrying about him lately. So have I. He’s been so strong and jovial, concerned only for you and your feelings – never showing any personal grief and that isn’t good for him. But then Jess never was one to share his feelings easily.” She patted Slim’s arm. “Now don’t you worry about him, I’m sure everything will turn out for the best in the end.”
“I know, Daisy, but he needs a distraction, something he can get his teeth into and get his mind off…off Andy… and bring him back to his old self.” Slim folded the dishtowel, laid it on the table and set about putting the cups out for their coffee.
“What kind of a distraction?” Daisy asked as she poured the black steaming liquid into the three cups.
“That’s just what I wanted to talk to you about, Daisy, to see if you had any ideas. I was going to suggest that he take off for a while, but then again, I don’t think it would be good for him to be on his own either.” Slim ran his fingers through his hair. “I don’t know what to do, Daisy. All I know is that I’ve got to do something. You’ve seen how his mood swings are, reflective and sullen one minute and then.” He paused. “Take this afternoon for instance; it was like having the old Jess back. But as soon as you think he’s doing okay, the clouds seem to roll back over him.”
Daisy slipped her arm round the lean waist and hugged her eldest son. “Now don’t you fret yourself, we’ll think of something. Now go on with you and take your coffee outside. You know you and Jess can always think and talk best out there on the porch.”
Slim returned her hug. “Okay, Ma,” he said jokingly and went to join his partner on the porch.
Jess however, wasn’t in his usual place of solace; he was leaning against the hitching rail and looking up at the night sky. He was smoking: something he hadn’t done in a very long time, years in fact. When he had first come to the ranch, it always seemed that whenever he had a cup of coffee in one hand the other was filled with a cigarette. Slim had never really made any remark about Jess’ habit, except to say by way of a joke one day, that those things would probably kill him sooner than a bullet would. But those few words obviously hit home. From that day on, Jess began to cut down, until he eventually stopped. Till tonight that is.
He quickly blew the smoke into the night air, and stubbed the butt out with his foot when he heard Slim’s approaching footfall - guilty that he’d been caught.
Slim stepped up beside him, and could smell the smoke that lingered on Jess’ clothes. “You starting up again?” Slim asked inquisitively as he handed Jess his coffee.
Jess sipped his coffee and shook his head. “No, just needed something to…” He turned and stepped onto the porch and headed for his much loved rocker.
“Needed something to calm your nerves?” Slim finished the thought as he settled himself into his chair and watched Jess rock back and forth out of the corner of his eye.
Jess continued to sip his coffee and looked into the blackness. “Something like that, I know you don’t like it, Slim but…”
Slim turned, raising a hand and stopped him. “Doesn’t matter what I like or dislike, Jess.” Slim had never been a smoker, in fact the whole idea was repugnant to him but he could understand if it helped his friend, even for a little while. It was not his place to judge, it was his place to be as supportive as he could be right now; and if having an occasional cigarette helped Jess, then so be it.
He had come to know Jess pretty well over the past four years, and knew that even if he did take up the habit again, it would be short lived. Jess, himself, had said how much better he felt for not smoking. That was probably some of the real reason for his weight gain over the past couple of years. Slim smiled; he had always thought Jess was far too lean and thin for his own good, a little extra weight certainly made his partner look one heck of a lot healthier. He relaxed, assured in his own mind that this was definitely just going to be a flash in the pan. Slim sipped on his coffee and put his mind to work on the more pressing matter at hand. How to help his friend through the dark passages of grief and back into the joyous light of living?
Slim and Jess settled into their evening ritual and enjoyed their coffee in companionable silence; as they listened to the sounds of the night and watched as wisps of cloud danced across the purple sky.
Slim walked back toward the house as the afternoon stage rattled its way out of the yard and up the hill. He was flicking through a huge pile of mail that Mose had handed him. Catalogues for Daisy; bills of course and one piece addressed to Jess. Out of habit he placed it to his nose, and then quickly stopped himself. What was he doing? He tried to read the faded postage mark, it looked like California.
Daisy came onto the porch and hung the floor rug over the railing. “Anything interesting, Slim?” she asked as he stepped onto the porch.
“There’s some catalogues for you, Daisy, and plenty of bills, of course, all addressed to yours truly, and there’s one for Jess, from California I think.” Slim handed her the catalogues. “Where is he, Daisy?”
“In the barn I think,” she said. “Oh I do hope its not bad news.”
“Won’t know that until he opens it, will we?” He headed in the direction of the barn tapping the letter against the pile of bills he still held.
Slim stepped into to the shadowy interior and waited for his eyes to adjust. “Jess, you in here?” he called out straining for his eyes to focus in the dim light. They had decided to divide the work today. Slim had headed out early and finished the stretch of fence they had begun and Jess opted for finishing off in the barn. In truth, Slim knew he wanted to be close to home ‘cause it was Daisy’s baking day, but it had worked out well and they had achieved a lot, for a change.
“Course I’m in here. Been in here all dog-gone day; can’t you tell?” Jess retorted as he once again slid down from the hay loft. “Looks pretty good in here now, even if I do say so myself.”
Slim didn’t make any comment on the condition of the barn. “There’s a letter for you.”
“A letter? Wonder who it’s from.” Jess took the proffered white envelope and studied the handwriting. A smile spread across his tired features. “Francie! It’s from Francie, Slim.” Jess ripped at the envelope, like a child ripping open presents at Christmas.
He unfolded the single sheet and read, his smile growing broader with each new sentence. “She’s gonna have a baby!” he gasped. Slim breathed a silent sigh of relief. “I’m going to be an uncle,” he shouted for joy and punched Slim in the shoulder.
Slim’s features mirrored that of his friend and he slapped him on the back. “This calls for a drink, Pard.”
Daisy was anxiously waiting on the porch. She had heard Jess’ outcry but was unable to hear what he was saying. She stood twisting her apron between her fingers as he and Slim emerged from the barn.
“Daisy,” Jess exclaimed as he ran toward her. “Francie’s going to have a baby. I’m going to be an uncle, Daisy.” His joy overflowing, he grabbed her by the waist and swung her into the air and returned her to the ground hugging her as he did so.
“Oh, that’s wonderful news, Jess. When’s the baby due?” She straightened her skirts as the threesome walked into the tiny living room. Jess settled himself into his rocker and studied the letter further, while Slim found the best glasses and the bottle they kept for special occasions, such as babies being born and toasting new uncles-to-be.
He filled two glasses and handed one to his partner. “Congratulations, Uncle Jess.” He said with a sly grin and chinked his glass against Jess’.
“Thanks, Slim.” Jess continued to read. “Three months, Daisy. Francie says the baby is due in about three months.”
“Wonderful, that gives me plenty of time,” and she hurried toward the bedroom.
“Gives you plenty of time for what, Daisy?” Jess called after her.
“Why to make baby clothes of course.” She went into her room and started to rummage around in her trunks and closet.
“Women,” Slim said as he refilled their glasses. He sat on the hearth in front of his partner and watched happily as Jess read and re-read the letter. This was just the kind of distraction Jess needed, and what a distraction. A new life and just maybe a new beginning for a certain new uncle.
Slim sipped the golden liquid and watched the glow emanating from his friend’s face. The tired drawn lines now dissipating; as they were rapidly replaced by lines of joy and laughter. Then, in a blinding flash, it came to him: the answer he’d been seeking.
“Jess, why don’t you go out there, be there when the baby comes. I know Francie would love to have you with her.” Slim moved to the couch and studied Jess’ reaction to the idea.
Jess folded the letter and looked across at Slim. “You know I can’t do that, there’s far too much to do around here at this time of year. Fences to be seen to, branding the new calves, the stage line, let alone all the other daily chores we have to do. It’s a foolish notion, Slim, and you know it.” Jess drained his glass and stared into the empty crystal. He twisted it around in his fingers and watched as the rays of afternoon sun caught its facets and made rainbows on the wall before him.
“It’s not foolish, Jess. I could get Jeb to come over and help out.” He leaned forward and touched his friend’s knee. Jess’ dark eyes looked up and read the concern on his friend’s features. “It would do you good, Jess, you need to get away from here for a while.”
Jess shook his head and got to his feet. He placed the letter on the mantel and stared at it. He had to admit that he been feeling restless lately. The past months had been long and hard on everyone, especially Slim. But to go off to California, no he couldn’t; it would seem like he was deserting the family and when they needed him the most. He closed his eyes. Or was it that he needed the family?
Jess turned and leaned against the stonework of the fireplace and held out his glass for Slim to refill it. As Slim poured Jess another shot, he glanced up and noted the struggle lurking behind his friend’s eyes.
Slim stood to his feet, determined to settle the matter. “I’ve made up my mind, Pard; you’re going and there’s no but about it and I’ll have no argument either. You’re going.” He said emphatically and pushed the cork back into the bottle and headed for the kitchen, with Jess close on his heels.
“But, Slim I just can’t just up and leave you, not now.”
Slim spun round, his pale eyes flashing with anger. “I said no buts, Jess you’re going and that’s an end to it,” Slim said adamantly, unintentionally raising his voice.
“What on earth are you two arguing about?” Daisy quizzed as she emerged from the bedroom her arms filled with a rainbow of fabric.
“We’re not arguing, Daisy, we’re just disagreeing is all.” Jess snapped, and pushed his way past Slim and put his glass into the sink.
“I’m not disagreeing; you’re just being stubborn.” Slim paused and added with a steely glare. “As always.” He replaced the bottle on the kitchen shelf then put his glass next to Jess’.
“Who’s being stubborn?” Jess retorted stepping menacingly closer to his partner.
“You are; stubborn and ornery.” Slim threw Jess another hard stare, one of which would make most men crumble, but not Jess. He was ready to meet Slim head on if he needed.
The two friends began to face off just as Daisy put herself between the rampant bulls. “Now you two, stop this, this instant. You should be ashamed of yourselves. With all this wonderful news too, you should be celebrating not arguing.”
Slim and Jess glared icily at one another, till Slim could stand no more and his face cracked into a smile. “Sure am glad you’re not wearing your gun, Pard.”
Jess conceded and his features softened, till his old familiar smile once more filled his rugged features.
Daisy patted them both gently on the chest. “Now you two, what was all that about? Snarling at one another, like a pair of hungry wolves.” She sat down at the table and eyed them sternly. “Come on now, I’m waiting.”
Jess smiled and returned to the comfort of his rocker. “It was nothing, Daisy, really.”
“Nothing,” Slim said exasperated as he sank into a chair next to Daisy. “I have a great idea and he reacts by being his usual stubborn, ornery self about it.”
Jess stopped his rocking and shot to his feet, ready to go another round. “Slim, I said I’m not going, and that’s and end to it. Now will you lay off me?”
Daisy turned her gentle gaze upon Jess’ fiery countenance. “Not going where?” she asked calmly.
“Not going to California.” Jess stuck his fingers into his belt and stood his ground as he leant against the fireplace.
Daisy pondered his response. “Why not?” Her gentle voice quiet and disarming.
“Because, Daisy, there is far too much work around here at this time of year for me to go gallivanting to the other side of creation, that’s why.” He stomped into the kitchen and rattled around as he made himself a much needed cup of coffee.
Daisy sat quietly and watched him then she turned to Slim. “This was your idea, Slim, that he should go and visit with Francie and Ben?” Slim nodded. Daisy smoothed out the folds of her skirt. “Well, Jess does have a point; there is a lot to do after the winter.”
Slim stood up and walked over to the fireplace. What was Daisy playing at; this was just the kind of distraction they had been talking about the other evening. And now she was taking Jess’ side? He leaned against the mantle and looked at the picture of Andy that had been placed next to the one of their mother.
He ran his fingers along each of the picture frames. “Family is the most important thing we have as human beings, Daisy. The birth of a new family member is important and should be shared with those we love.” His voice was low and quiet as he adjusted the pictures’ stances on the mantle.
The familiar footfall made Slim look up, Jess was standing by the corner of the table, next to where Daisy was seated. His face filled with shame and regret. He looked down at the sweet face next to him. Daisy took his hand in hers and squeezed it fondly, all the while stroking the back of it with her other hand. A mother’s love and pride shining in her eyes.
“I’m sorry,” Jess said addressing them both. “It’s just…” He kissed Daisy gently on the forehead and stepped over to the fireplace and stood next to his best friend. He touched his fingers to Andy’s likeness.
Slim placed a brotherly hand on his friend’s arm. “I know, Jess.”
Jess smiled at his friend and confidant. “I’m not going to win this one am I, Pard?”
Slim shook his head. “Not this time, Jess. I can be just as stubborn as you - and just as ornery, when I have to be.”
Jess looked over at Daisy. “All right, I’ll go - but not until the fences are mended. That is a hard two-man job and one I won’t ask Jeb to do. He’ll have enough on his hands with putting up with you all day, while I’m gone.” And he jabbed his fingers into Slim’s side.
Slim grimaced and punched Jess in the shoulder.
“Well we’d best get back to work, Pard.” Slim slapped Jess on the back and headed to the door. He grabbed his hat from its resting place and jammed it on his head. Then he grabbed Jess’ and threw it to him together with his gloves. “We’ll be back in time for supper, Daisy.”
Over the next two weeks Slim and Jess worked feverishly from dawn to dusk to complete the unrelenting job of getting the ranches fences back into good repair. Jeb was more than happy to help out, especially when he heard that one of his best friends was about to become an uncle.
When Jess told him the reason for his trip, Jeb had been astonished.
“You mean there’s going to be more like him, Slim?” he winked at his long time neighbor and friend.
“Afraid so, Jeb. But then again, Francie is nothing like her brother. She’s quiet, law abiding knows how to hold her temper. So I’m sure the baby will most likely take after her.” For that Slim got a thrashing when they raced home from Jeb’s ranch, with Jess and Spirit beating him by yards.
* * * * * *
“That’s it, Jess, we’ve finished.” Slim pulled his bandana from his back pocket and wiped the sweat from his brow. “Now you can get yourself off afore that baby arrives.” It had been almost a month since the letter had first arrived and it had taken almost a month for the letter to arrive; Francie’s time was growing ever nearer.
The sun was just beginning to set behind the ridge when they rode into the yard. The two friends talked jovially as they saw their mounts settled for the night. Jess looked back over his shoulder as he and Slim headed in for supper.
“Don’t worry, Jess, I’ll take good care of him while you’re gone. I was sure right about that stallion; you were born for each other.” He patted Jess on the back as he saw the cloud begin to re-emerge. “Now then; none of that mister, you’re getting on that stage tomorrow and…”
“Well it’s about time you two got back,” Daisy said as she emerged from the heat of the kitchen into the cool early evening air. “Supper’s ready. Come along now and get washed up. I want this evening to be special since it’s…” Daisy hastily wiped a tear that had dared to escape. “Go on with you now. Hurry up else everything will be spoiled.”
“Jess.” Slim began hesitantly as he buttoned up his clean shirt. “I need a favor from you.”
“A favor, Pard, I think you’ve got that the wrong way round. It’s you doing me the favor by letting me go.” Jess was stretched out to his fullest length on his bunk trying to remove the kinks from his tired body, after the hard day’s labor.
Slim put his hands on his hips and took a stance Jess knew only too well. “Will you let me finish a sentence, just this once?”
Jess peered up sheepishly. “Sorry, Pard; what do you need?”
“Take Daisy with you tomorrow.” Slim sat on his bunk opposite his friend and waited for Jess’ response to the sudden request.
“Take Daisy? But, Slim, you’ll need her here. What about you and Mike?” Jess sat forward and ran his fingers through his hair. “I think you’ve had too much sun, Mr. Sherman.”
“I’m deadly serious, Jess. You’ve seen how’s she’s been these past weeks. Busy with baby clothes, sitting up till all hours sewing or knitting just to get them ready for you to take. And then this evening, when we came home she’d been….”
“I know. I’ve got eyes, Slim.” Jess swung his long legs off the bed and sat facing his partner. “It would sure make Francie happy and me too, for that matter, knowing that Daisy was there to help with the birthing and all.” He stood and walked round Slim’s bunk stopping in front of the door. “You sure about this, Slim?”
Slim nodded and got to his feet. “She’s aching for one of us to give her a baby to fuss over; this is the next best thing for now, well till…” Jess turned the door knob and Slim nimbly stepped past him and into the living room…”till you get married, Pard.” Slim ducked as Jess’ hand swung out.
“Oh, Daisy, we got something important to discuss with you.” Slim called as he hurried toward the kitchen, all the while keeping a watchful eye on his friend.
Daisy turned the corner from the kitchen. “Well supper is all ready, so we can discuss it while we eat. Did you wash your hands, Mike? Good. Now sit down before it gets cold.”
Slim wheeled round to find Jess standing inches from him. “I’ll get you for that, you just wait, Pard.” Jess whispered and poked Slim jovially in the ribs.
As always, supper was the most cheerful meal of the day in the tiny household. Jess and Slim discussed what jobs could be left till Jess’ return. Daisy scolded Mike for eating too fast and slurping his milk, then wiping his mouth on his sleeve. Chicken was on the menu this night, cooked just the way Jess liked it and with all the trimmings. A feast fit for a king, well a new uncle anyway.
“So what is it that you boys wanted to discuss with me?” Daisy asked as she placed apple pie, Jess’ favorite, before each of them and poured fresh coffee.
“Daisy, how would you like to go with Jess to see Francie and help with the new baby?’ Slim cut into his pie and quietly observed the sweet face as she seated herself opposite him.
“Go to see the new baby…” Daisy stammered in disbelief. “But who would look after you and Mike?” She asked shaking her head sadly. “No I couldn’t.”
Jess read the sadness in her face, sensing that what she really wanted was to go with him. He rose from his chair and knelt beside her. “Yes you could, Daisy; Slim and Mike are big boys, and they can look after themselves for a while. I know Francie would love to have you there with her.” Jess took the small hand in his own large work worn palm. “I’d feel better knowing you were tending to her, rather than some stranger.”
Pale tear filled eyes gazed into his own and she encircled her arms about his neck. Jess held her close for a few moments. He smiled across at Slim. “I think the answer is yes.”
* * * * * * * *
And so it was that in a couple more weeks Jess and Daisy were driving along a dusty street in a small town not many miles away from the Pacific Ocean. It was an ordinary town, nothing special to speak of except that the buildings were still fairly new, it only having been settled in the past couple of years with people from the east who had traveled by wagon train along the long and hard trail westward. The stage stopped in front of the only hotel and Jess extricated himself from the cramped quarters of the coach. He gently and swiftly lifted Daisy down to the boarded sidewalk and caught their bags from the driver.
Daisy brushed the day’s dust from her skirt and straightened her hat. Jess smiled as he watched the ritual. She always has to look her best.
Jess opened the door and he and Daisy stepped into the hotel lobby. Ben and Francie’s small farm was at least another half a day’s ride and it was already late afternoon. Tonight they would rest and bathe, then in the morning Jess would hire a rig and they would start the last leg of their journey, refreshed.
Jess stepped up to the desk and rang the small bell for assistance; a small gruff voice spoke out from behind them.
“Well it’s about time you got here, little brother.”
Jess wheeled around. “Francie, what on earth are you…” But his words drifted into the air as he wrapped his arms about her and hugged her till he thought he would bust. Then he quickly pushed away and anxiously looked down at the swelling that was her motherhood. “I didn’t hurt you?”
Francie held his face in her hands. “You could never do that; never.” And she kissed him gently on the rough unshaven cheek. “I’m so glad you’re here,” she whispered.
She looks tired and pale, Jess thought, but put it down to her condition. “I brought someone with me I thought you might like to see.”
Francie’s face lit up like daybreak. “So I see. Oh, Daisy, now I’m not nervous at all, not with you here.” She wrapped her arms about their waists. “Now Ben will be finished work soon, he works at the livery, just half days to help with...” Francie stopped abruptly. Suddenly she leaned against her brother as if seeking his strength, then stood straight and continued brightly. “So let’s get you settled. Ben and I will stay over in town tonight then we can head out to the farm in the morning, if that’s all right with you?”
“Just what we were thinking, it’s been a long journey and I really want to wash some of this dust off of me.” Daisy concurred as she once again endeavored to brush off her jacket.
“What she means is that she wanted to look her best when we arrived.” Jess winked and smiled at the sweet face.
Daisy slapped his arm. “Jess, can’t a woman have any secrets when you’re around.”
He shook his head as a middle aged man appeared from the back room.
“Hi there, Francie, this here that brother of yours you been telling people about for the past month?” He pushed the hotel register toward Jess, who gave his sister a quizzical look.
“What you been telling folks about me, Francie?” He asked as he signed for himself and Daisy and pushed the register back to the clerk.
Francie wore a rueful smile and calmly stroked her hand across her stomach. “Why nothing at all, just that my little brother was coming to visit his new nephew.”
Jess raised his eyebrow and gave her one of his sternest stares. “Oh, yes, you sure that’s all, and how do you know it’s going to be a boy?”
“Why, Jess, of course that’s all and a mother just knows; isn’t that right, Daisy.” She slipped her arm through Daisy’s. “Now come along, you must be tired out after your journey. Why don’t we go upstairs and you can have a nice rest before supper, Daisy?”
Francie lead Daisy toward the stairs and looked back over her shoulder. “Well, bring the bags, Jess.”
Jess shook his head; she hadn’t changed. Ordering him about and as stubborn as ever. Then he smiled as he thought about Slim and his comments on Jess’ stubborn streak. Obediently, he picked up the bags and followed as Francie and Daisy climbed the stairs, all the while chatting excitedly about the impending arrival.
Daisy woke to a gentle tap on her door. “Just a minute.” She called as she rose from the comfort of the feather mattress. She hadn’t meant to fall asleep. She struggled to light the lamp that stood on the nightstand but the matches refused to leap into life. The tap came again. As her eyes grew used to the dim light she found her way to the door and opened it.
“What took you so long, Daisy?” Jess asked as he stepped inside. “Why you all in the dark; is something wrong?” he asked concerned that she might be feeling ill from the long journey.
“Can’t get the lamp to…” she began.
Jess pushed the door fully open so that the light from the hall lamps shone into the small comfortable room. He walked to the nightstand and pulling a match from his pocket, struck it and the mule headed lamp leapt into life.
“There, that’s better. Francie and Ben are waiting in the dining-room. When you didn’t come down like we planned, I got worried.” He said as he turned and surveyed her tired features and noted the crumpled bed covers. Jess stepped toward her and smiled lovingly at her. “Oh, Daisy, you were sleeping; I’m sorry.”
She laid a small cool hand on his freshly shaven cheek. “That’s all right, dear, not good for me to sleep too long, or else I won’t find any rest tonight. Give me a moment and I’ll be right down.”
Jess took her hand from his cheek and held it gently. “You sure you’re all right, Daisy?”
“I’m sure, now don’t fuss.” And she patted the back of his hand fondly. “Now you go on down and I’ll be there in a few minutes.” And with that she hustled him out into the passageway.
Daisy washed quickly, and changed from her traveling clothes which still smelt of leather and horses from the long ride in the various coaches. As she stepped out of the room she let out a small cry of surprise. “Jess, what on earth…”
Jess was leaning against the wall outside her room waiting for her. He smiled at her startled outcry. “You don’t think I’d let a lady go down to dinner unescorted, do you?” And he offered her his arm. Gunslinger he may have been but he had always known how to treat a lady; his mother had taught him that.
* * * * * * * *
The dining room was small but comfortable. Every table was covered with a crisp gingham tablecloth and each was adorned with fresh, brightly colored flowers. Ben and Francie were settled at a quiet table in one corner by a partially open window. Daisy and Jess joined the company and all enjoyed a pleasant evening of light conversation and good wholesome food to which even Daisy gave her approval. But Jess had noted something all evening: Francie kept looking expectantly out of the window and she seemed nervous and edgy for some reason.
Daisy yawned and quickly covered her mouth with her napkin. “Excuse me,” she said apologetically. She had enjoyed the evening and didn’t really want it to end. All evening she had watched Jess glow as he sat and talked over days gone by with Francie and helped advise Ben on horseflesh, a subject he was quite the authority on. Ben and Francie had decided that they would farm a few acres but the rest would be devoted to raising horses. If only Slim could be here to see him. She yawned again and Jess laughed.
“Daisy we’d best get you to bed afore you fall asleep right here at the table and I have to carry you upstairs.” He pushed his chair back and rose to his feet, then held Daisy’s chair as she followed his lead, with Ben quickly remembering his manners.
“I think you’re right, Jess. But you stay and talk; you and Francie have a lot to catch up on. I can find my own way.” She smiled at the rest of the company.
“Let me walk you to your room, Miss Daisy, give these two some time alone.” He looked down at Francie. “Don’t stay up too late now; you and that young’un need your rest.” He kissed her on the forehead, stepped out from behind the table and offered Daisy his arm.
“Don’t worry, Ben we won’t be long behind you.” Jess reassured.
Jess observed his sister’s discomfort from sitting in the hard dining room chair and suggested they retire to the small lounge and a more comfortable seat. He assisted her to a large overstuffed couch where she sat awkwardly at one end, then without warning Jess lifted her legs up onto the couch enabling her to stretch out and rest her aching back. Jess lifted her to a sitting position and plumped pillows behind her. She grabbed his hand and smiled at him. She had never seen this side of him before. He was so caring and attentive. How glad she was that he was there; especially now.
Jess instantly saw the cloud move across her dark eyes. He sat next to her and squeezed her hand. “There’s something you’re not telling me, Francie; what is it?”
She lowered her eyes, unable to look him full in the face, and said nothing. But this was Jess and she couldn’t lie to him, not when she and Ben needed him so much - but after receiving Slim’s letter telling her about Andy and how Jess had been all winter, she just couldn’t; not yet. She concentrated on a lace flower on her skirt, twisting it back and forth between her fingers. A Harper’s hands could never be still. Jess himself always had to be doing something, whittling, making rope, anything. The Devil makes work for idle hands. Their mother used to quote that to them and it certainly struck home with these two Harper siblings, hence their hands were always constantly on the move.
Jess laid his other hand on hers and stopped the motion. “Francie.”
Tears welled in her eyes and began to trickle down her tender cheeks. A woman’s tears was something Jess couldn’t bear. He never knew how to handle this kind of situation and for it to be his sister, too. The sight tugged at every fiber of his being. He clasped her hands tightly and kissed them.
“What is it, Francie, what’s wrong?” She didn’t speak but simply let the tears fall unchecked. “Is it the baby? There’s nothing to be frightened of; Daisy’ll be there with you.”
Francie sniffed and shook her head.
Jess reached into his pocket and found a somewhat clean handkerchief and handed it to her. All the time he held her other hand, hoping to be of some measure of comfort, till she could divulge to him the secret that was devouring her.
Slowly she composed herself and was once again able to look at her brother. “I’m all right now, Jess.”
Jess smiled warmly at her. “Will you tell me, now?”
“It’s nothing, I just seem to be tired all the time and cry at the least little thing. Expect it’s just my condition, and you know I was never one to be patient about anything. I feel like an elephant and I just want it to be over and to hold my baby in my arms and know he’s all right.” She blew her nose hoping that he believed her. “Does that sound silly?”
Jess placed a finger under her chin and lifted her tear-streaked face and there in front of her was the little boy smile she remembered from her childhood. “No,” he said quietly. “It’s not silly, you’re just pregnant and being pregnant does strange things to a woman. You’re tired; think it’s time we headed for bed.”
Jess stood and helped Francie to her feet. “How come you know so much about how a woman feels when she’s with child? And you, being such a confirmed bachelor.”
Jess coughed uncomfortably. “A little bird told me.” He said whimsically and at last he saw her smile. Brother and sister walked side by side into the lobby and made their way upstairs, grateful to be together.
Ben flicked the reins to hurry the horses along as they traveled the dirt road that led to his and Francie’s farm. It was a glorious morning, the sun shone brightly, the song of birds filled the air and as far as the eye could see flowers carpeted the hills and grasslands.
Francie fidgeted uncomfortably in her seat next to Jess. Gently he slipped his arm about her and pulled her close so as to rest her head on his shoulder.
“Almost there now; it’s just down this next turning.” Ben said as he slowed the team and headed them down an even smaller dirt track.
Another ten or minutes passed and then there it was nestled amongst a thicket of tall pines. The prettiest house you could imagine. Francie sat up and asked Ben to stop so they could take in the full view. She watched Jess as he beheld the miracle she and Ben had created.
Jess couldn’t believe his eyes. He looked at her quizzically. She nodded and smiled as he stepped down from the surrey and walked toward the wondrous sight. A sight he never thought he would ever see again. Home!
Ben helped Francie down and she was quickly standing by Jess’ side, her hand on his arm. “You remembered,” his voice caught in his throat as years of longing enveloped him.
Francie squeezed his arm. “Of course I remember, Jess. I always said if I ever had the chance to have a house of my own this was how it had to look: just like our home in Texas.”
Daisy now stood on Jess’ other side, surveying the pretty little house with great satisfaction. “Texas?” she asked directing the question to Francie.
“Yes, Daisy.” She began then stopped as Jess broke away from them and walked toward the place he had so long dreamed of seeing again. She watched her brother; he was so different from the wild youngster she remembered chasing after as a child. He was a man now, full grown and what a man he had become. It made her so proud.
Daisy stepped closer. “Francie, are you all right,” she asked.
“Fine, Daisy, just fine. To answer your question, this is an exact replica of our house in Texas, the one Jess and I grew up in.” She turned her eyes from her brother and smiled at Daisy. “In a way, Daisy, Jess has come home.”
Daisy watched as Jess walked toward the small white washed house with its tiny flowerbeds scattered along the front porch, and the fragrant honeysuckle that meandered around the supporting posts and beams. She continued to watch as Jess took the three small steps onto the porch in one purposeful stride. Something had caught his eye, and it soon became apparent what it was when he sat down and began to move back and forth.
Francie smiled at her companion as they walked together. “I see you found it.” She called. “Ben and I found it under a pile of old sacks in the livery. Jack the owner said he didn’t know who it belonged to and that he could have it if he wanted.” But Jess gave no response and Daisy soon saw why.
He was sitting with his eyes closed rocking back and forth, the long held in emotion pouring down his face. In a moment Daisy was by his side her hand resting gently on his arm. “There, there, Dear you just let it out now. Don’t you hold it in anymore?”
Francie stood and looked on, she had never seen him cry, not even when their family had been so brutally murdered. How much she had missed him and how much she had to learn about this new brother of hers. Slim had been right; this was where Jess needed to be to heal.
She was just about to open the front door when a shrill cry filled the stillness and a horse and rider stormed into the yard. Instinctively she crouched down as the shot rang out and the sound of breaking glass filled the air as a rock went flying through the window.
Jess flew out of the chair, instinctively throwing himself and Daisy to the ground, shielding her with his body, his gun drawn. Quickly he aimed and fired off three shots as the intruder fled the scene. Ben, who had sprawled in the dirt, leapt to his feet and bounded to the porch.
“Francie, Francie are you okay?” He screamed.
Jess looked to where his sister laid, blood trickling from her forehead.
“No!” he screamed and rushed to her side.
As Jess and Ben knelt beside her, Francie began to sit up. Everything spun and she slumped against Jess. “I’m all right she mumbled,” then passed out.
* * * * * * * *
“Okay, Ben what’s going on? Who was that man and what does this note mean. Jess all but shoved the crumpled paper that had been wrapped about the rock that had flown through the living room window into Ben’s hands.
Ben took the paper and re-read it. He shook his head. “Maybe we should just move on.”
“Move on, Ben what in tar nation is going on?” Jess pleaded. “Francie could have been killed. Now come clean or so help me...” Jess was in Ben’s face now, demanding an answer. His family was being threatened and he wanted answers and quick.
“Matt Jenkins,” the reply was short and simple.
“Who is Matt Jenkins?” Jess asked as he followed Ben into the kitchen.
Ben slumped into one of the hard chairs. “It’s a long story, Jess.”
“I got time,” Jess said as he sat down next to his brother-in-law.
Just at that moment, Daisy came out of the bedroom, both men instantly got to their feet anxious for news of their loved one.
Daisy smiled and raised her hands to allay their fears. “She’s fine, just a simple graze; best to let her rest.”
“And the baby?” Ben and Jess asked almost in unison. Their thoughts obviously in tune, they smiled at each another.
“Everything seems just fine, but I think we should get the doctor out here to take a look at her, just to be sure.” She sat down and re-buttoned the cuffs of her blouse. “Now what is all this about, Ben? Who was that awful man?”
Ben conveyed the long tale. Matt Jenkins was another farmer who lived across the valley. He already owned most of the fertile land thereabouts and he was hungry for more, Ben’s farm being next on his list. But he and Francie wouldn’t sell, no matter how much he had offered them so now he had turned to scare tactics. He had recently arrived back from a trip back east and somehow had discovered about Ben’s past life and was using it as leverage to force them off their land.
“He’s threatening to tell everyone in town but I won’t be pushed out, Jess, not this time. I’ve been running all my life and now that I am in the clear, I’m going to stand my ground.”
“Does he know you were cleared of all the charges, Ben?” Daisy asked as she watched the concern spreading across Jess’ face and saw him look toward his sister’s room. All the time his hand was fiddling with the butt of his pistol.
“That I don’t know, Daisy. I tried to talk to him once, just after we found out about the baby, but he wouldn’t listen. All he cares about is being the biggest landowner in the valley. Power, it’s an ugly thing, Daisy, and that’s what he wants.”
“But how does he know about me, Ben?” Jess asked as he pushed the note in front of Daisy.
“Same way he found out about me I suppose. Francie was so excited that you were coming that she told just about everyone in town. He must have decided to do some digging to see what he could find out about you.” Ben shrugged his shoulders.
“So what are you going to do, Ben?” Daisy asked.
“Like I said to Jess, Daisy, maybe we should just move on and let him have the place. It would be safer all round; I don’t want you mixed up in our troubles.” He rose and moved to the fireplace.
“Your troubles are my troubles too, Ben. We’re family, or have you forgotten that? Remember the Keefers?” Jess was by his side a supporting hand on his shoulder. “I won’t stand by and let my family be destroyed again, not when I’m able to fight back this time.”
“Thanks, Jess, that means a lot.” Ben answered.
Daisy finally picked up the crumpled note and read its contents. Her hand flew to her mouth.
You should have stayed dead, Harper. This time I’ll make sure you do.
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