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18 November 2015 @ 07:27 pm
I'm on the verge of writing again, I actually read a fanfic today...
28 December 2014 @ 10:18 pm
I just wanted to drop a note here to thank those who have found my journal and are enjoying what I've written...ill health and other things have put my writing on hold, hopefully one day I'll be back.
10 February 2012 @ 05:30 pm
This webpage will remain on hiatus due to my poor health, it will re-open when I can devote the time to it I feel it deserves. I apologize to those who follow it.

26 September 2010 @ 01:34 pm
My apologies on the silence of this muse, it's been a bad year for me. A slow healing broken arm and ill health have temporarily put most of my writings on hold, I'll be back once we get a handle on things again.

Thanks for reading,
He had been in Carterson prison for goin' on three weeks as best he reckoned it. Prison? More likely this was as close to hell on earth as he would ever see in his lifetime, if he lived that was. With his shoulder healing, and the fever and sweats past him, Heath no longer spent his days shiverin' under the thin blanket he'd been given on his arrival, and instead, as the sun rose, so would he. After mixing a small ration of cornmeal porridge and eating, he rinsed it down with a swallow of brackish water before packing up the few meager belongings he owned. Over the next five or six hours the teen would make his rounds of the camp-grounds, picking up snippets of conversations from prisoners and guards alike, which he would then trade for food, or if he was lucky, a new shirt, or extra blanket in preparation of the winter that was still to come.

He'd been surprised at first how few people seemed to notice him as he lingered nearby as they talked. He's wondered if it were due to his size, or his age, or if people were just too numb by all they had been through, and at times he could almost talk himself into believing he was invisible. That though was a risky thought, for he'd found when he let his mind dwell too long there he tended to get careless and more than once he'd done something that had set off one of the Johnny Rebs. That of course was never good, for at the least it meant several blows from one of the sticks they carried, and at worst a good whippin'. Best not to think, but his mind went crazy if left idle too long.

He'd tried to find other things to ponder on as he walked, things to distract him from the dull throb in the pit of his belly. Sometimes it'd be the meals that Rachel and Hannah had made for him when he'd been back home, didn't even have to be nothin' fancy, could be biscuits still warm from the stove with butter and honey, or flapjacks with maple syrup, or a fresh made pie. The very thought of the food made his mouth water and set his stomach to grumbling, but, it wasn't enough to make him stop. Some nights, he would lay there, before goin' to sleep and close his eyes and picture whole meals, like he was sittin' there eatin' every bite, all the while knowin' that come mornin' it'd be back to another day of porridge and bacon ends. Still, it could always be worse.

How many of those had he seen die since he'd been here? How many had lost arms, or legs? How many had made the mistake of going to the camp doctors for help and were never seen again? His train of thought prompted him to remember one of the first things that Angus Campbell had told him when the elder Scot had taken him under his wing when he'd arrived. "They want us tae die lad, they couldna kill us on the battlefield so they mean tae do it here, and tis our job now not tae let tha' 'appen." It hadn't taken him long to see the signs himself of the truth to the man's words. From the filth, to the near starvation conditions they were forced to live in, how could anyone believe that the Rebs planned for anyone to leave the camp any way other than in a pine box?

"Boy, git yerself away from that there fence now, you hear me?" The Confederate guard's shout jolted him out of his thoughts and Heath immediately jumped and looked around to see where his idle wandering had landed him.

"Sorry, Captain." He offered the apology in hopes of appeasing the man and quickly put distance between himself and the barbed wire fencing that surrounded the guard tower.

"You'll find out how sorry you are if I see you near that fence agin, now git." The man's voice was harsh and rather then antagonize him further, Heath kept walking, all the while praying that he wouldn't be stopped by a guard less willing to forgive the misstep. Life in Carterson was not easy and if you weren't careful, it could be deadly, today, he'd been luckly, who knows if he would be the next time.

Muse: Heath Barkley
Fandom: The Big Valley
Words: 944
19 May 2009 @ 01:37 am
Thank you to all those who follow Heath, to all who nominated, and to those who will vote, your support is greatly appreciated.

Section One

2. Best Chest in the West

Nominated/ heath_barkley

10. Young and Lickable

D. heath_barkley- Heath Barkley

Section Three

3. Outstanding Prompt Response - Short Form

B. Heath Barkley

4. Outstanding Prompt Response - Long Form

C. Heath Barkley

8. Canon Prompt Response of the Year

I. Heath Barkley
18 May 2009 @ 12:14 am

Heath is also up for 4. Outstanding Prompt Response - Long Form C. Heath Barkley, which I seem to have somehow missed on this. Bad Mun.

Vote here: The Tammys
"It's good to shut up sometimes." Jarrod Barkley's voice remained calm as he looked at his younger brother.

"What, so now I can't even say how I feel about things? Since when has that ever happened in this family?" Nick's anger was already close to the boiling point and the other man's words did nothing to ease that.

"Nick, what Jarrod is trying to say is, you need to think about what you want to say before you actually speak, not that you're not welcome to your opinion." Victoria Barkley looked between her own children and the newest member of the Barkley family. There was no denying that Heath's arrival had driven a wedge between them, and it wasn't just because of having learned that their father had been with someone outside of his marriage. No, this went far deeper than that.

"Maybe I should head out to the bunkhouse." As he felt the mood in the room shift, and it became clear that there was something deeper at issue than his sudden arrival Heath couldn't help feeling it was time he made his exit.

"You'll do no such thing, you're a Barkley now, you're part of this family and whatever happens here concerns you too." Victoria Barkley's blue eyes moved to each of her children in turn before finally returning to Heath.

"Do I make myself clear?" The tone of her voice left no room for discussion and that was not lost on the young cowboy in front of her.

"Yes, Ma'am." Suddenly, with those two words, he had the feeling that accepting his birthright would mean far more than just taking a name and an inheritance, only time would tell just what that would be.

Muse: Heath Barkley
Fandom: The Big Valley
Words: 288
It was only natural for many of those in Carterson to form alliances, there was in fact safety in numbers, that couldn't be denied, but, it was never a decision to be entered into lightly. So it was that when word that new prisoners were being brought in made it's way round the camp, it always drew a crowd, each man carefully looking over those coming through the registrar, each looking past injuries that might heal, trying to see the hidden benefits to their existing community.

"Tha" lad there, see 'im?" It was Campbell who first spotted Heath, and he quickly drew the attention of the others to the young man.

"Who? Him? You've got to be kidding me!" Under any other circumstances Garrick wouldn't have thought to question the Scot, the man had yet to be wrong, but, the boy was...no, he couldn't stand by and say nothing.

"Angus, he can't be more then 16, and he's scrawny to boot, what good could he possibly be to us.

"Shh, look at 'im, the lad's not backin' down from tha' guard doin' the rolls. I canna say wha' the talk is about, but, he's clearly already got his goat. " Campbell found himself smiling as the guard's face reddened with growing anger before he finally slammed Heath's provisions and blanket on the table.

"I'm not sold. How 'bout we keep an eye on him for a couple days, see how he fares before we rush into anything?" Garrick made another assessment of the youth as he weighed the other man's words.

"Aye, 'tis only right we all agree, we'll gi'e him a watch, but, ye'll see, I'll be right when all's done."

Muse: Heath Barkley
Fandom: The Big Valley
Words: 275