Disclaimer: Bonanza and its original
characters are owned by David Dortort and NBC. Any resemblance of any extra
characters added by myself is purely coincidental.
Synopsis:
When Richard Darvey is out for revenge on Ben Cartwright for the death of his
son, Joe must decide how much he is willing to give to protect his father. When
Darvey fails to claim his revenge on the Cartwrights it becomes quite clear
that somone other then Darvey will stop at nothing to see both Ben and Joe
dead.
~Anything For Family~
Joe Cartwright kicked his horse to a fast trot as he
reluctantly rose away from the house. He'd felt an uneasiness about leaving his
father alone at the house ever since the unfortunate death of Clem Darvey only
about two weeks prior.
Clem,
a hired hand of the Cartwright's, had been killed while on a cattle drive with
Ben, when his horse has stumbled, throwing him to the ground to be stampeded by
the moving cattle. It had been very difficult for Ben to have to bring such
terrible news to Clem's father, Richard Darvey. For a couple of days it had
seemed as though Richard Darvey held nothing against the Cartwright's but it
wasn't long before they began hearing of threats Darvey was making in town
against Ben's life for "killing" his son.
Ever
since then, Joe had felt nervous and he seemed to particularly feel so this
morning though he didn't know why. He'd tried to voice this feeling of
uneasiness to his father early that morning but Ben would have none of it.
There were many jobs to get caught up on on the Ponderosa, his father had said,
and so he'd sent Joe to repair some fencing in the North pasture and Adam into
town to check the mail and pick up some supplies.
Hoss
was still away on a trip to
To
save on time, Joe decided to veer off of the path and cut though a strand of
trees. It would save him about twenty minutes of riding to take the lesser-used
route. He started to ride away from the path but he suddenly halted his horse
at the site of a rider going at a full gallop heading in the opposite
direction.
Joe
had to strain to make out the man who was quite a distance from him. Fear
gripped him at the realization that the rider was none other then Richard
Darvey. His fast gallop towards the house made Joe realize his likely intention
and it was all Joe could do to hold back and wait until Darvey had passed
without seeing him before he too galloped towards the house.
Taking
a short cut, he could only pray that he would get there in time.
***************
Ben Cartwright stepped outside into the
fresh air. It was a beautiful spring morning and it seemed as though nothing
could go wrong on such a gorgeous day. Ben though has a lot on his mind and it
wasn't just the work that needed to be done on the Ponderosa.....it was Richard
Darvey.
Though
he hadn't let on about it to his sons, Ben couldn't help but also feel uneasy
ever since Darvey began to make threats in town.
Ben
forced himself to push these thoughts of his mind as he made his way to the
barn. There was far too much work to be done to be worrying over what was
probably nothing.
Probably
nothing? Ben couldn't help but question himself.
***************
Joe rode at an amazing speed and it wasn't
long before he finally reached the house. He practically jumped down off of his
horse before it even had a chance to come to a complete halt.
His
father has said he was going to clean out the barn today and so his first
instinct was t head for there. Thankfully, that instinct turned out to be a
right one.
"Pa!"Joe
shouted as he reached where his father stood in the barn. But Joe had no time
to say anything else for he had managed to arrive only seconds before Darvey
and he froze at the sound of a gun cocking behind him. Joe swung around to see
Darvey at the door of the barn, his rifle aimed at Ben, and he suddenly knew
that he had to protect his pa. Joe stepped in front of his father blocking him
from Darvey's aim.
"Get
out of the way boy," Darvey ordered. "I ain't aimin' to kill you,
it's yer pa I'm after." But Joe didn't move.
"You
want to kill my pa, you'll have to kill me first." He said to Darvey,
angering the man further.
"Move
out of the way boy." Darvey commanded once again. "Don't make me
hafta kill ya. This isn't yer fight."
"Anything
that has to do with my family is my fight." Joe replied
Ben
stood in shock for a moment at what was happening before him, but he quickly
pulled himself together. Ben knew that Joe would give his only life for any one
of his family and he knew he couldn't stand there and let his son get killed
standing up for him. The look on Darvey's face sent chills through Ben and he
knew that Darvey would pull the trigger any second.
Ben
thought fast and he suddenly shoved Joe out of the way as Darvey's finger
tightened on the trigger.
"Looks
like the end of the line Cartwright," Darvey taunted as Joe managed to
catch himself and keep from falling to the ground. Darvey's words were a blur
in his mind and knowing that he had only seconds to work with, he whirled back
around and threw himself in front of his father just as the sound of Darvey's
gun going off emanated though the barn.
Ben
felt something hit the left side of his chest as the bullet that had went
through the top right side of Joe's back and exited out his chest, hit Ben.
Ben, though, noticed no pain. His eyes, filled with horror, were fixed upon his
youngest son, who slumped into his arms.
Darvey
knew that the sound of a gunshot would catch the attention of any of the hired
hands riding anywhere near the house and they would be riding in within a
matter of minutes. Mounting his horse quickly, he stole once last glance over
his shoulder. Ben was now kneeling on the ground, cradling his son in his arms.
It
was obvious to Darvey that Ben's injury wasn't very serious but even if he
hadn't killed Ben like he'd intended, he had at least gotten his son and in
Darvey's sick mind he was pleased that he'd managed to get his revenge on Ben
in a more hurtful manner. With these thoughts running through his mind, Darvey
took off at a fast gallop.
It
was only then that Ben realized that Darvey had fled. Darvey actually had
nothing to worry about though. Ben knew that most of the hired hands were out
working at many of the lumber camps and those who weren't were riding fences.
None of them were within hearing distance of the shot. Joe groaned and Ben
turned his attention back on his son.
"Joe,
can you hear me?" Ben asked hopefully, but he received no answer in
return. Ben pulled back part of Joe's jacket to reveal the wound where the
bullet had exited out his chest. There was no way of checking the wound in his
back without causing Joe a lot of pain but it was obvious to Ben that his son
was losing a lot of blood.
Ben
thought briefly too lift Joe into the wagon and take him into town to see the
doctor but from the looks of his youngest, he probably couldn't make it that
far.
The
sound of a horse approaching the house caused Ben to jump. He suddenly realized
that he hadn't brought a gun with him into the barn. He grabbed Joe's gun out
of his holster and aimed it at the door of the barn.
"Pa?"
Ben heard someone call from outside and he breathed a sigh of relief at the
sound of his oldest son's voice.
"In
Here Adam!" He called back.
Adam
jumped down from his horse and headed towards the barn. He had felt strangely
uneasy this morning and so he had decided to come home early from town. He
hadn't been far from the house when he had heard a gunshot. Panic caused him to
gallop towards home. Nothing could have prepared him for what he would find in
the barn.
Running
into the barn, Adam's breath caught in his throat at the sight of his father
knelt on the ground holding his youngest brother. Adam knelt down next to his
father.
"Pa,
what happened?" Adam asked quietly.
"Darvey,"
was all that Ben managed to say as Adam looked over first, his father's wound,
then Joe's. His father, he knew, would be all right, but it was very apparent
to him that Joe's wounds were very serious.
"We
have to get him in the house and upstairs," Adam gently ordered his father
as he slid his arms under Joe's back and lifted him up as Ben lifted Joe's
legs. Adam silently thanked God that Joe was completely unconscious and
couldn't feel the pain of being moved in such a way. Especially with the wound
being in his back. Adam and Ben gently carried Joe in the house and up the
stairs, gently laying him on his bed.
Though
he was very reluctant to leave his father and brother alone in such a state,
Adam knew that he was going to have to ride and get the doctor. Ben, refusing
to leave Joe's side, sat exhausted from the loss of blood, in a chair next to
Joe's bed. Adam got some towels and made sure to pack Ben's, then Joe's wounds.
From
the looks of Joe, Adam knew that he couldn’t afford to lose much more blood.
Joe was just barely hanging on and for a moment, Adam allowed his mind to
wander to a very dark possibility..
"Hang
on there Joe. Don't even think about letting go."Adam whispered as he held
onto Joe's hand for a moment afraid that it was to be their last. Adam prayed
silently that he would get the doctor back in time.
"I'm
not going anywhere brother," Adam was surprised to hear Joe suddenly
whisper and he let out a sigh of relief at the fact that his younger brother
was at least conscious. That had to be a good sign, or at least Adam needed to
believe it was. Adam tightened his hold on his brother's hand.
"I'll
be right back with the doctor, Joe. You just try to stay awake until I get
back." Joe only slightly nodded in reply. His breaths were short and raspy
by now and Adam knew that if Joe were to fall back into unconsciousness, next
time he might never come out of it.
Adam
checked again on Ben and he was glad to see that his wound was clotting and he
appeared to not be losing any more blood though Adam knew that the bullet
needed to come out soon.
"I'll
be back as soon as I can, pa." He promised.
Ben
managed to place a hand on Adam's shoulder, "I know you will son....Be
careful." Ben worried that Darvey might still be out there and might try
to shoot another of his sons.
Adam
was concerned as well for the safety of his father and brother while he was
gone. Adam checked to see that Ben still had Joe's gun.
"I
will," he reassured his father but then added, "You too," as he
hurried out of the room to get the doctor.
***************
As Adam mounted his horse and rode off, he
was unaware of the man watching his every move from the shadows. It was now
time to finish the job that Darvey failed to complete, Jim Carleson thought to
himself.
With
his own eyes he had watched Darvey leaving the barn, Adam riding up, and Ben
and Adam carrying Joe into the house. Joe Cartwright, he knew, appeared to be
badly off though he could see by the looks of things that he too wasn't dead.
Darvey hadn't even managed to kill one of them.
Carlson
was here now to change all that. His distaste for his former boss and his son
was growing by the minute. He couldn't rest until both Ben and Joe Cartwright
were dead. After all, it had been Ben who had fired him but it was Joe who had
taken a particular disliking to him in the first place and it wasn't until they
had finally had a falling out one night, that Ben had told him to take what
money he had coming to him and leave. All Carleson could seem to think about
now, was the burning hate he felt towards both Cartwright's.
With
this in mind, he double-checked his gun to see that it was loaded and headed
quietly towards the front door of the house.
***************
Ben sat up, though he did so rather
weakly. He didn't know what it was, but somehow he felt nervous. Ben checked to
see that Joe's gun had a couple of bullets. He then turned his attention back
on his youngest son as he leaned towards him. He placed the gun on the edge of
the bed, within easy reach but out of sight by anyone who might come through
the door. Ben silently prayed that he was just being overly cautious and
wouldn't have to use it.
Ben
knew that the most important thing right now was that he keep Joe conscious.
"Son?"
He asked softly. "Son," he gently repeated after no answer.
"I'm
here pa," Joe weakly replied and he managed to open his eyes to look straight
into his father's.
As
Ben looked into his son's eyes he found himself unable to come up with the
words he wanted to say. To thank his son for such a tremendous gift of being
willing to give his own life to save his.
Ben's
eyes misted. "Thank You." Was all he managed to say but the love and
feeling conveyed in those two words was more than a thousand could have
conveyed. Joe did his best to offer to his father a slight smile in return,
though the agony he felt still shown very plainly on his face. Joe was
shivering despite the fact that his hair and forehead were damp with sweat and
it was cery apparent to Ben that Joe's temperature was rising.
"Can
I get you anything son?" Ben asked softly.
"Water,"
was all Joe managed to reply. The raspinness of his voice was due in part to
the fact that his throat was very dry.
"I'll
be right back." Ben said as he stood up. Walking the few steps it took to
get out of the room made him realize just how week he really was. Closing the
door behind him, he leaned against the doorway for a moment, trying to regain
some strength. Slowly but steadily, he made his way towards the steps.
He
turned the corner to go down them when suddenly, just as his mind registered
the man, Carleson, that stood before him, he felt a crashing blow to his head.
The floor seemed to come up to meet him as everything went black.
Joe's
head swam as he suddenly sat up. Something was wrong. He'd heard a smack, then
a thud and from the sounds of it, it came from just down the hall.
For
a moment he thought to call out in hopes that his father would answer but if
someone else was in the house, he knew it was best to be as quiet as possible.
Trying
to forget the pain that ravaged his body, he somehow found the strength to
stand up. As he did so, sliding off the bed, his hand felt a familiar object
lying there. His gun. He cursed silently at the fact that two bullets remained
in it.
Thinking
quickly, he blew out the lamp in his room and as quickly as his injuries would
allow him, he made his way to the door, quietly and carefully opening it a
crack. That was when he saw Carleson, at the end of the hall, standing over an
unconscious Ben. He had rope and he was tying Ben's hands behind his back.
"I'll
be settling my score with you Cartwright, but not until I take care of your boy
first," Joe heard Carleson mumble. Joe knew that if he didn't come up with
a plan fast, his brother Adam might find that they wouldn't need the doctor
after all. Carleson could kill them both before Adam was anywhere close to
getting back.
All
Joe could think about now was his father's safety. His own was the last on his
mind. He needed to somehow get Carleson out of the house and away from Ben. An
idea started to form in his mind.
Joe
quietly reshut his door, locking it in hopes that it would buy him more time.
Now
all he needed to do was draw Carleson's attention.
***************
Carleson looked up suddenly at the sound
of a crash in one of the bedrooms. Forgetting too finish tying Ben's hands, he
cocked his gun and headed towards the room from which it came.
***************
Joe forced himself to move fast as he
climbed out of the room through the window. He stopped only for a moment at the
sound of Carleson trying to get into the room. Smashing the lamp against the
wall had succeeded in diverting his attention away from Ben.
A
sudden wave of nausea came over Joe as he carefully climbed down the roof. A
loud crash from the room, as Carleson kicked in the door, caused his attention
to be drawn away from what he was doing momentarily and he slipped.
Sliding
down the roof, Joe just barely caught the edge of it before he would have
fallen to the ground. His head reeled from the pain and he was having a hard
time focusing. Joe looked down from where he was dangling and judged whether or
not he had a chance of landing without further injury.
Carleson
had now reached the window and a bullet suddenly ricochet off of the roof just
a few inches away from Joe. Closing his eyes as fragments of wood sprayed his
face, he lost grasp.
Landing
hard on the ground, he forced himself back up despite protests from his body.
He knew that Carleson would be rushing outside any minute. His plan was
working, but he hadn't quite figured out what to do from here.
Joe
made his way to the barn, the only place he could think to go. He still had the
two bullets in his gun, two chances to save his father.
He
practically dove into the barn, as Carleson, now outside, sent another bullet
in his direction. Joe crawled into one of the horse stalls and cocked his gun.
Now,
all he had to do was wait for the right moment.
***************
Sweat now ran down Joe’s face as his fever
escalated. He was finding it increasingly difficult to remain aware and
focused. Carleson had fired another shot and though it was an aimless one, it
had come within only a few feet of Joe.
"I
know you're in here Cartwright," Carleson sneered. "It's only a
matter of time." Carleson now had his eye on the loft and he started to
climb up the ladder. "I know you ain't got a gun."
Joe
realized now that he had the element of surprise on his side. Carlson was now
on top of the loft and although his steps were almost soundless, Joe was able
to follow Carleson's every move by the straw that fell through the crevices of
the lost and onto the barn floor with his every step. Joe aimed his gun to
where he thought Carleson might be.
A sudden sound from the doorway broke
Joe's concentration for a moment and he turned his gaze towards the door. He
didn't need to see who it was to suddenly remember that Hoss was due back from
"Hoss!"
Joe shouted as he spun out of the stall, took aim, and shot twice just as
Carleson shot towards the door. Carleson slumped over as both bullets hit him,
they had been enough to throw his shot off balance and the bullet had been way
off target.
Shocked
by the whole ordeal, Hoss rushed to Joe's side and his little brother slumped
exhausted into his arms.
"Joe?"
Hoss' voice was a blur in Joe's mind.
"Pa......make
sure pa's alright." Was all he managed to say before darkness overtook
him.
***************
Hoss stood silently next to the stairs as
Adam paced the floor next to the fireplace. Thankfully, the doctor had been
right in his office in town and they were able to head back to the Ponderosa
very quickly.
Adam
had been shocked to get home and find that there had been another attack, this
time involving Jim Carleson. Carleson, Adam remembered, had worked on the
Ponderosa not more than six months before. Joe hadn't liked him from the start,
though the rest of them couldn't see any reasons themselves not to like him.
It
soon became quite clear to them all what there was to dislike when Carleson
drank and broke up the bunkhouse more than once. The man didn't like to take
orders very much, particularly from Joe who was quite a bit younger than him.
But
they had continued to try and work with him for awhile and even Joe had somehow
managed to stay friendly with him until one night when Carleson had had enough
orders and he'd pulled a gun on Joe. A fight ensued and Joe finally somehow
wrestled the gun away from him. That's when Ben had fired him and that's the
last they'd hoped they would see of Jim Carleson.
Adam
had heard recently that Richard Darvey had hired him but it hadn't crossed his
mind that Carleson might try for revenge. It was clear to Adam now, why the
change in Darvey's demeanor. Carleson, no doubt, had filled his mind with lies
and poisoned him to believe that the Cartwright's were responsible for his
son's death.
It
seemed like an eternity to Adam before Doctor Paul Martin finally descended the
steps.
"How
are they?" Hoss was quick to ask.
"I
removed the bullet from your father's shoulder and he's going to be just fine.
That was quite a blow he received from Carleson but he's already wide-awake and
asking questions." Doc Martin said with a smile.
Adam
was relieved at the news, though he really hadn't seemed to worry that Ben's
injuries might be life threatening. Joe, on the other hand, had him very
worried.
"And
Joe?" He asked
"He
had me worried for awhile," Doc Martin replied," but he's stable now.
It may take awhile and the recovery might be slow but he's going to pull
through." The doctor reassured them both. "He saved your father's
life, you know." Both brothers had looks of obvious question on their
faces.
"We
never did get a clear story on that," Adam said. Roy Coffee had stopped by
not more than an hour before. Word had spread very quickly and what had
happened and
That
was all of the details Adam knew. He knew virtually nothing about what had
happened in the barn before he had arrived, though he did find it odd that he
only remembered hearing one shot.
"When
your father awoke, he told me what had happened," Doc Martin began.
"I'll let him fill you in all of the details but I will tell you that
little Joe tried to take the bullet for your father. Although it passed through
him and still hit your father, the impact of the bullet was dramatically reduced.
So by stepping in front of your father, Joe took most of the impact, saving
Ben's life. I don't think a man his age would have survived the force of the
bullet. If Joe wasn't so strong, even he might not have survived it."
Silence
filled the room at Paul Martin's words as the realization of their brother's
sacrifice hit both Adam and Hoss.
"Can
we see them?" Adam suddenly broke the silence.
"Of
course you can, but I'd advise that you let little Joe rest for awhile before
you talk to him. He needs all of the rest he can get," Paul answered
kindly. "I don't see why you can't talk to your father though, but in
awhile he too will need some rest. I'd best be on my way now." Paul
announced as he headed for the door. Hoss walked over as well to show him out.
"I'd
stay for awhile but Emma Smith is about to have her baby, I'll be back tomorrow
morning though to check in on your father and brother" Paul assured them
as he headed out the door, he paused for a moment though and turned back around
to face Adam and Hoss.
"Never
before, in all my practice have I seen such sacrifice. A man in Joe's condition
shouldn't have been able to stand up much less make it all the way out to the
barn to get Carleson out of the house." Paul paused for a moment then
continued. "You both have a truly remarkable brother."
Adam
and Hoss only managed to nod as Paul climbed onto his buckboard and road off.
***************
Months passed before both Ben and
especially Joe were completely recovered. It was through hearing bits and
pieces of what happened through Ben and Joe that Adam and Hoss were able to put
the complete story of what had happened together.
Though
his brothers and father seemed to want to express their gratitude at every
turn, Joe seemed content in that things only return to normal. Everything would
be forever far from normal his family, though, knew. Father and son became
closer than ever and their whole ordeal seemed only to reinforce one thing in
all of their minds.......
.......There
wasn't anything the youngest Cartwright wouldn't give for family.
~The
End!
Lynnette
Smith
May
2004