Barbara Denise Timmons, born in Wheatridge Colorado in 1943, her birthday was 26 April two days later than Jim's. Her father was a Army medic in World War II, and inspired and encouraged Barbara to look towards the medical field as a profession.

And she did just that, she started out by earning a scholarship to Texas A & M veterinarian school, but after two years she decided to change her major and started her pre-med courses to become and M.D. She graduated with honors, but then she lost her father and she felt compelled to move back to Denver, Colorado to be close to her mother. She enrolled in the nursing program at the university. She worked part time at a clinic as a RN. In 1966 her mother remarried, Barbara was not really thrilled with her step father so she decided to move back to Wheatridge outside of Denver. In 1968 she got a job working for a doctor who had moved to her town to retire but still practice as a country doctor.

Soon after the doctor arrived he was killed in an accident when his jeep skidded off a mountain road on the way to see a patient in the mountains, he was not wearing his seat belt. Barbara was then left to run the doctor's office and continue to see his patients until a new doctor could be found by the town council. After two weeks no doctor could be enticed to move to their town and assume the duties, so Barbara somehow kept it together.

Enter Jim Bronson, looking as forlorn as the abandoned black puppy he was holding. Barbara was glad to see the pup, she often treated animals since she had completed two years of veterinarian medicine, she enjoyed both forms of patients, the four and the two legged kind. Something compelled Barbara to ask Jim if he could take her on the rounds to her patients, the doctors jeep was still being repaired and the mountain folk needed her assistance. Jim for the first time in his life felt a deep burning, a tightness in his stomach, he could not take his eyes off Barbara; she was beautiful in a way he had never seen any woman before. At first he said to himself it was the white nurse's uniform, but that was not really it, her gentle voice and manner was etched into his feelings. Jim was nervous!

Barbara was overwhelmed with the feelings she was having for Jim. After several days they spent together, she felt a deep love in her heart towards him, for this kind and gentle man who appeared from nowhere with God's creature in his jacket protecting it as if all the world was after it. Barbara loved her world in the mountains and dreamed that Jim would remain to fulfill her life. Jim knew by now that he was in love with Barbara, he was ready to take a stand in a major decision, but that bike outside still pulled at his heart. He was ready, but had to complete his quest in finding that peace that only the long lonesome highway could provide to him. He would be back, he told her, and she said she would wait, she loved him and he loved her, they both now had all the world and God's love between them.

On the day Jim was to leave, Barbara received a call from the local church pastor; a baby boy had been left last night at the church. The pastor was asking Barbara to examine the child and to care for him while plans were being made to deliver him to the authorities. That moment when Barbara took the child in her arms and Jim looked into her eyes, their fate was sealed; someday these three would create a world of love and happiness.

Jim returned one year later and married Barbara at the church where they knew their love had been made. They would petition the state to adopt the baby boy, he would be named Nicolas. Jim and Barbara would then move to Pacific Grove, California. He would become partners with Mrs. Petey Traine and help run the newspaper, The Pacific Grove Press, which had belonged to her late father. Over the years he would become the editor of the paper and a published author. Barbara would continue to be and RN and earn a PHD in physical therapy and work at the local churches and county facilities providing medical assistance to the community. Nicolas would grow up sharing his father's love of motorbikes and become state champion in flat track racing; he would graduate from San Jose State and become a teacher in the public school system in Monterrey county. Nick and his dad are sometimes seen at the Bixby Creek Bridge with their bikes.