"The Mail Order
Bride"
By
Rachel Anderson
It was a typical late summer day in
early September for
Over the ridge, two riders appeared. They turned
onto a well beaten path, obviously in a hurry to reach their destination,
kicking their mounts into a full gallop. The younger and more reckless of the
two pulled ahead, while the other allowed him to do so, a thoughtful almost
serious look on his pleasant features. As the Ponderosa came into view, he
shrugged his shoulders and squared his jaw. Tethering his bay next to his
friend's paint, he accompanied him to the place he too called home.
Joe stepped inside the ranch house followed by
Candy and tore open the letter he'd picked up in
"Who's the letter from, Son?"
questioned Ben.
"It's from
"Hot diggity, Pa!" Hoss exclaimed.
"Adam'll be home for the church picnic. He always enjoyed that---all them
good lookin' gals and their delicious food!" He gazed heavenward, with a
blissful countenance.
"Oh?" Ben raised his eyebrows,
a teasing grin playing around the corners of his mouth. "I thought you
were the one with his eye on the food!" He rose to his feet and slapped
Hoss on the back. "C'mon, Son, let's finish our work at the corral and get
things ready for Adam. He'll be here before we know it!"
Joe turned to Candy. "We'd better
check for strays in the low country before nightfall."
Candy nodded and flipped his hat on his
head. "Ready whenever you are, Joe." He grinned easily, and the two
men left the house, though Candy's smile faded as the door closed behind him.
He'd heard much about Joe's older brother Adam---the capable young man who'd
been his father's partner in almost every business deal the Ponderosa signed
it's name to. A frown creased his smooth brow. How would Adam take to a
stranger living as family? Would that have to change in order to please him? A
anxious feeling settled over him, replacing the usual easy-going attitude with one
more subdued and withdrawn. He glanced sideways at Joe and sighed. This was one
challenging encounter he found himself dreading.
In the kitchen, Hop Sing smiled happily
~ it would be good to see Mistah Adam again. Humming cheerfully to himself, Hop
Sing began planning a meal with all of Adam's favorite foods.
* * * *
The young woman gave one last, sorrowful
look around the large empty room, then locked and closed the door with resolve.
She reached for her satchel and walked with purpose down the sidewalk toward
the waiting carriage. Looking up at the driver, she managed a teary smile.
"I'm ready to go, Luke."
He jumped down and assisted her into the
carriage, putting her satchel in back with her trunks. Taking the reins, he
slapped the horses, and as they started on their way, spoke to his companion.
"Anne, we're sure going to miss you
here in
Anne nodded slowly. "Yes, Luke. There's
nothing here for me anymore. All I have left are memories, and I'm taking them
with me. You and Molly have been wonderful to me, but I need to go. I
have----" she hesitated briefly. "I have an agreement to keep."
Luke raised his eyebrows. "An agreement?"
he questioned. She nodded, but made no reply. "Anne," he continued.
"You never have told us exactly why you're going out West. What does this
agreement have to do with it?"
Anne glanced at him, the color rising in
her cheeks. "I didn't tell you before, because I knew you'd try to stop
me." He turned to look at her, and lowering her eyes, she continued
softly, "I'm going West to be a --- a mail-order bride."
Shocked and dismayed scarcely described the
feeling that swept over Luke. He pulled the horses to an abrupt stop.
"You're what?" he questioned sharply.
She opened her mouth to repeat it, but
he held up his hand. "I heard you, Anne. I just can't believe you're
really serious. I thought you had more sense than that. Why if Molly knew
-----."
A tear trickled down Anne's cheek, and
he stopped. "Don't scold me, Luke," she whispered. "You know
that when father died and everything had to be sold to pay for his expenses, my
friends and the few suitors I had left. I have no one, except for you and
Molly. Please understand."
He nodded slowly, and patted her hand
awkwardly. "I'm sorry, Anne. It's just ---- so hard to believe. Are you
sure it's what you want?"
"I don't know," she confessed
honestly. "But I have been writing to the nicest gentleman named Max
Benson, and once I get to
Luke looked as shocked as he was
doubtful. "
Anne shook her head. "No, Luke, I'm
not a child, and I've made up my mind. Please, can we keep going? I must make
that train to
With a sinking heart, Luke picked up the
reins again, filing the names "Max Benson" and "
* * * *
Adam stepped slowly down from the stage,
setting his bags on the ground beside him. A stranger stood with the familiar
figures of his father and two brothers---a stranger he knew instinctively was
the new foreman, Candy. For many weeks now he'd been mentally preparing himself
to meet Candy, and had often wondered what he should say to the man who'd
become like a brother to Joe in his absence. He swallowed hard, and faced his
father with a genuine smile.
"Pa, it's good to see you!" he
exclaimed warmly, returning Ben's strong embrace. "You look great."
"And you, Adam. I've missed you,
Son. Welcome home!" A tear glistened in Ben's eye; he brushed it away
unashamedly and squeezed Adam's shoulder.
Hoss grabbed him in a bear hug.
"Adam! The Ponderosa just ain't been the same without you there! I'm glad
you've come home----even if it is just for a visit."
Adam grinned at his younger but much
stouter brother. "Hoss, they don't make 'em like you in
Joe stepped forward and sized his
brother up with mock seriousness. "Adam," he said, winking at him,
"I don't know how I've made it these last couple of years with you away,
but Pa says I've done just fine."
Adam quirked his eyebrows. "Oh,
it's all the lessons I taught you before I left
that kept you in line!" he returned, good naturedly, slapping Joe on the
back. "It's good to see you, Little Joe."
He straightened and turned to face Candy
who had stepped back a short distance. With a pleasant but impersonal smile on
his face, he held out his hand as Ben made the introductions.
"Adam, this is Candy Canaday, the best
foreman we've had at the Ponderosa. Candy, my eldest son---Adam."
The two men exchanged a firm handshake, their
eyes searching one another's faces. Adam spoke first.
"Good to meet you, Candy."
Candy nodded. "It's nice to finally meet
you, Adam." His deep blue eyes held neither intimidation nor challenge,
and Adam found himself relaxing slightly as he turned back to Ben.
"Say, Pa, I think I'll rent a horse from
the livery and ride on out to the Ponderosa. I've been sitting on wood for so
long, and I'm actually aching for the creak of leather again. Mind if I throw
my luggage in the buckboard?" Adam's tone was casual, and Ben nodded,
inwardly sensing his need for solitude.
"Sure, Son. We'll be along soon."
Adam touched his hat, including them all in
his farewell, and strode away to the stables nearby. He wasn't ready to accept
Candy as a member of the Cartwright household----not just yet. He knew what a
valuable man he'd become on the ranch ~ his father's letters had made that
clear. But Adam knew within himself that he needed some time to think
alone----time to put himself , and Candy, in perspective. He would not be
staying for long, and the Ponderosa was no longer "home", yet Adam
wrestled with the realization that Candy had been taken into the family like no
other ranch hand that he could remember.
He threw a saddle blanket over a restless
brown bay and sighed deeply. Resting his elbows on the horse's broad back, he
shook his head, closing his eyes. Things changed and life moved on, but
sometimes it was difficult to accept those changes----especially when it was
family related. With another sigh, he finished saddling the horse.
Adam kicked his mount into a gallop, only
slowing him as they neared
Thoughts of the home life he'd always known
meandered through his mind, and in the midst of them all, was the troubling
question---how much had changed since Candy had come? A man with a natural
brooding nature, Adam pondered on it, but got no where. He lifted his eyes to
the blue sky and breathed a silent prayer, then remounted and cantered back to
the trail.
There was no use borrowing trouble before he
knew where things stood. He rounded the bend and glimpsed the buckboard coming
up the road. A smile relaxed his handsome features, and the man in black urged
his horse forward. At least he was home, and home was where he wanted to be
more than anything.
* * * *
Hop Sing glowed with pleasure and excitement.
"Mistah Adam," he exclaimed. "You sight for sore eyes! It good
to have you back on Pondelosa!" He ran towards the kitchen. "Hop Sing
have suppah ready real soon!!"
Adam grinned. Hop Sing was the same as ever.
"Thanks, Hop Sing. I'm glad to be home! I've missed your
cookin'.""
He picked up his luggage and took the steps
two at a time, pausing before the open door at the end of the hall. What was
once a guest room bore signs of daily habitation, and Adam's keen brown eyes
took in the neatly folded bedroll, dusty black boots, and blue bandana by the
side of the bed. Instinctively he knew---this was Candy's room. He frowned,
shaking his head. It seemed unusual to give the foreman such privileges, when
they were often needed to keep order in the bunkhouse. Moving on, he threw his
own door open, and stopped on the threshold, allowing a lifetime of memories to
flood through his mind.
Adam drew a deep breath and sat down on the
bed. It creaked slightly as always. He removed his hat, running strong,
well-shaped fingers through his thick black hair.
"I've gotta give him a chance." he
muttered softly as the buckboard clattered into the yard. "It's only fair
to him---and me. I just hope---." He wasn't sure what to add and let it go
at that. Closing the door behind him, Adam quickly descended the stairs and was
waiting below when his family entered, hanging their hats on the pegs by the
door and unstrapping their gunbelts as one man. Candy hung back, fingering his
hat thoughtfully.
"Mr. Cartwright," he said softly.
"Could I talk to you outside for a minute?" Ben nodded, and the two
men quietly slipped out. Adam noticed, but restrained his urge to follow,
instead affectionately punching Joe in the shoulder and challenging him to a
shooting match after dinner.
* * * *
"What did you want to see me about,
Candy?" Ben asked as the door shut behind them.
Candy watched a butterfly hover over a late
summer bloom. "I----I think it would be best if I stayed in the bunkhouse
while Adam's here," he said at length. "You need time together to
catch up on old times, and I'd just be in the way."
Ben started to protest, but Candy held up his
hand. "Please, Mr. Cartwright. I'd feel
better about it, too." There was something in the determination Ben read
in his eyes that indicated how strongly Candy felt, and Ben nodded slowly.
"Okay, Candy, if that's what you want.
But on one condition." He paused, and Candy waited. "I want you to
join us for all the meals."
In the silence that followed, Candy bit his
lip, thinking his boss's words over carefully. He smiled tentatively.
"Alright, Mr. Cartwright, if that's what you want." he replied.
Ben smiled. "It is," he said simply.
* * * *
Hop Sing had outdone himself, and fairly shone
with their compliments. He stayed near Adam's chair, loading his plate repeatedly
until Adam protested and convinced him to give Hoss some attention. The
conversation centered on Adam's travels to and from the Orient and his journey
home.
Candy listened attentively, though he
contributed little. He saw the contentment on Ben's face, heard the sparkle in
his voice and knew Adam's presence had caused them. As soon as dessert had been
enjoyed, he quietly excused himself, moving almost soundlessly up the stairs.
When he reappeared with his bedroll and a few items of clothing, Joe quickly
left his chair and followed him outside.
Adam could hear Joe's protests, and Candy's
softer, but more determined, replies. At last, Joe returned to the table,
shaking his head.
"Pa, I don't understand what's gotten
into Candy. He's going to sleep in the bunkhouse for a few nights. Said he
talked to you about it, and you said he could. Why? We have plenty of
room." He waved his hands expressively.
Ben leveled with his younger son. "He
feels better about doing it this way."
Joe turned to Adam. "Why don't you talk
to him, Adam? He has this feeling that he'll be intruding if he stays in the
house while you're here."
Adam rubbed his chin, his dark eyes focused on
the plate in front of him. "Joe," he said, a frown emphasizing his
sober tone, lifting his eyes to meet his brother's, "Think of it from
Candy's perspective---or from yours. Suppose you were working at a ranch and
your boss let you stay in the house ~ as if you were his son. How would you
feel if his son came home? Would things be the same? Wouldn't you maybe feel a
little out of place? I can understand why Candy made this decision. If it were
me, I'd do the same thing."
Joe nodded slowly and shrugged his shoulders
unconvinced. "I guess you're right, Adam. I just wish he didn't feel that
way."
"Ol' Candy knows what he's doin',"
Hoss grinned and slapped Joe on the shoulder. "How 'bout a game of
checkers, Little Brother? I'm ready to beat the socks off you!"
"That'll be the day!" Joe muttered
dryly, but he rose to set the checker board up.
Adam turned to his father. "Pa," he
said thoughtfully. "I'd like to work with Candy tomorrow. I don't want him
to feel that I think he's not wanted here, or that just because I've come, his
interaction with the family is over. I have a feeling I am the only one who can
make him know that."
Ben looked up, raising one eyebrow.
"Okay, Son, I appreciate your sensitivity to the situation. Candy will let
us know in the morning what needs to be done. You can ask him about working
with him."
With a nod of assent, Adam rose to his feet.
"I'm exhausted,
Ben smiled and stood also. "Adam, you don't
know what it means to me to have you home!"
* * * *
Candy stared up at the rafters in the solid
bunkhouse. A few snores and a cough now and then punctuated the stillness of
the cool night. An emptiness crept around his heart, and for the first time in
a long time, Candy considered moving on. He knew Adam's visit was only a short
one, but he saw how they'd welcomed him. The Cartwright's were a close
family---he'd always known and admired that quality. So why was it bothering him
now? He shook his head in the darkness, closing his eyes. The old sense of 'not
belonging' returning, forcing him to face reality. As the moon rose, Candy's
thoughts whirled, and he willed himself to push them aside until morning. At
the crack of dawn, he finally dozed off.
* * * *
Ben poured himself a cup of coffee and glanced
around the table. Everyone was accounted for, even Candy who'd reluctantly
accompanied Joe in from outside. He spoke casually.
"Candy, what's on the Ponderosa's
schedule for today?"
Candy took a neatly enscribed paper from his
pocket and gave it a cursory glance. "We're replacing the fence between
the Perkin's ranch and the north forty. I'll send two hands down to the river
to blow up a beaver dam before we move the cattle down that way. It'll take all
day to get the fence done, so I reckon we'll need some of Hop Sing's sandwiches
along."
Ben smiled as Hop Sing hastily retreated to
the kitchen, where they heard him busily preparing lunch for several hungry
men. Adam swallowed the last of his coffee.
"Count me in, Candy," he said
calmly. "It's been a while since I've split rails and built a fence, but I
think I can still work shoulder to shoulder with the best."
Candy nodded. "We can use your help.
Thanks." He refolded the paper and excused himself.
Joe raised his eyebrows at Adam. "I
thought you'd be goin' into
Adam's expression was sober. "I have my
reasons," he said simply. "There's plenty of time for goin' to
* * * *
Once the work site was in view, Candy began
directing the men to their posts for the day. He glanced at Adam. "Where
would you like to work, Adam?" he asked out of respect.
"Well," Adam replied slowly.
"I've always favored the ridgetop."
Candy leveled with him. The ridgetop was the
most difficult place to work due to the rocky soil and fierce winds that could
come out of no where. It was the location he had chosen for himself , not only
because of the degree of danger, but also because the high elevation was
perfect for keeping an eye on the men below. He nodded. "Alright." he
replied, matter of fact. "Hoss, Joe, that leaves you two to split rails
for your brother and me. We'll start taking the rotting posts out of the
ground."
The hard work left little time or breath for
conversation, though both men worked harder than usual. Each watched the other
furtively, gaining a measure of admiration for one another as the sun beat down
and the dry wind swirled the dust around them. Despite that, both found it
difficult to communicate. It felt more like competition than teamwork, and the
few words they spoke to one another were terse and stilted. By
"Candy, I'm going down to the river to
refill my canteen. I'll be back before long." Scarcely waiting for a
reply, he slipped his black shirt on and buttoned a couple of buttons. It felt
good to do more than just swing a pick or pull on a reluctant, splintering
post. Adam strode down the hill, the breezes cooling his brow and increasing
his thirst. He made his way through the waist high meadow grass to the water's
edge, and stooped to fill the canteen, when far above, he heard the call,
"ADAM! Look out!!!"
He looked up quickly, but not quickly enough.
A loud KABOOM! rent the air, and debris from the beaver dam scattered
everywhere. Adam hit the water hard as a stout branch grazed his shoulder and
head. The cool water rushed over him, carrying with it his canteen and the
blood streaming from a nasty cut on his forehead. He felt dazed and confused
and tried to pull himself out of the water, but found he couldn't do it.
Strong hands did it for him, and Adam looked
up as Candy held his own shirt to his head to slow the bleeding. Hoss and Joe
scrambled down to the river bank.
"Is he hurt bad?" Hoss asked with
concern.
Candy watched Adam closely for a moment.
"I'm not sure, Hoss. That cut on his head looks pretty painful, and he's
losing blood fast. We'd better get him to a doctor." Hoss immediately left
to bring the buckboard for Adam.
Adam moaned softly, opening his eyes and
reaching up to gingerly touch the injury on his head. "Ohhh," he
groaned, closing his eyes again.
Joe filled his own canteen with water and
moistened his shirt with the cool liquid. Gently he washed the blood from
Adam's cheek, asking, "Are you in a lot of pain, Adam?"
"Yeah," Adam said with great effort.
Candy and Joe exchanged concerned frowns, but Adam spoke again.
"Candy---,"
Candy leaned closer. "Yes?"
"I'm sorry---you felt----like an
outsider. You---aren't. Working----with you today----I realized----how
much----Cartwright you have----in you." he paused and swallowed painfully,
his breathing ragged. Joe held the canteen to his lips and Adam sipped the
water gratefully. "I hope---you'll----stay on."
Candy allowed a smile to light up his handsome
face. He gripped Adam's uninjured shoulder with a firm gentleness.
"Thanks, Adam," he said genuinely. "I appreciate that---very
much."
Hoss in the buckboard rumbled to a stop, and
the three men carefully lifted Adam into the wagon. The ride home was a silent
one, as Adam fought for consciousness against the pain that tore through his
body. His last waking memory was of Ben's worried frown and Hop Sing's
frightened,
"Oh, Mistah Adam!!!"
* * * *
Doc Martin applied an ointment to Adam's wound
and wrapped a bandage around his head. Taking a large soft cloth, he carefully
tied a makeshift sling around his elbow and shoulder.
"Take it easy, Adam, and you'll mend
faster." He turned to Ben. "Your boys never did listen to me,
Ben," he said in an undertone, "But see that this one does. He's not
hurt seriously, but he doesn't have a lifetime to recover like he used to.
"
Adam grimaced. "C'mon, Doc," he
protested, his voice resonant and clear, "I'm not going to spend the few
days I have with my family lying around like an invalid."
The doctor shook his head. "I didn't say
you had to. Just don't try to do too much too soon." He picked up his bag
and Ben walked him to the door.
Adam looked around the room at his brothers
and Candy. "Thanks for lookin' out for me," he said with genuine
appreciation. He especially looked at Candy, who nodded and answered for the
three of them,
"You're welcome, Adam. Now you'd better
rest. We'll get back to work."
A grim smile crossed Adam's features.
"Yeah---sorry I can't join you."
Hoss leaned against the wall. "Adam, if I
didn't know you better, I'd say you staged all of this to get out of workin'
with the three of us!"
"I'll bet you would," Adam retorted
dryly. He reached for the glass of water nearby, and the three men filed
outside. He lay back against the pillow and filled his lungs with clear
mountain air from the open window. The pain in his head drove sleep from him,
but the weariness in his body brought it back. When Ben peeked in a few minutes
later, the steady rise and fall of Adam's chest caused him to silently pull the
door shut.
* * * *
"Pa, I'd like to go into
Ben nodded, swallowing the last of his coffee.
"I need to stop by the Bank. Are you sure you feel up to riding? You know
it's only been a week since the accident."
Adam gingerly felt the bruise on his head.
"Yeah, I'm fine," he replied with confidence. "I'd really like
to get this taken care of today, if you don't mind."
"Sure," Ben set his cup down and
rose to his feet in one movement. "Let's go."
* * * *
Ben and Adam strolled leisurely down the
sidewalk in
They stepped down into the street and were
preparing to cross, when a piercing scream followed by a desperate cry for help
rent the air. Both men spun around and saw an attractively dressed young woman
fleeing the saloon, pursued by a roughly attired cowboy. They sprinted towards
her, but the other man reached her first. He grabbed her arm and shook her
violently, snarling,
"Now settle down, you little viper! Yer
gonna marry me like you promised, and you ain't backin' out, ya hear?" He
tried to pull her close to him.
Her hair tumbled down around her shoulders, as
she stared at him in dismay and horror, her slender frame trembling with fear.
Big tears gathered in her eyes, seeming to only infuriate the man more.
Adam looked at Ben, surprise registering on
his handsome face. He recognized the cowboy as Max Benson, the foreman from a
ranch near the Ponderosa, but the young woman was a stranger. They moved
closer.
"I won't!" she protested, attempting
to free her arm. He gripped it tighter, and she winced in pain. "You lied
to me, and I won't marry you now or ever!" Her voice quivered as tears
spilled down her flushed cheeks. "Please---let go of my arm!"
Benson spit on the ground, lifting his burly
arm as though to strike her, and Adam instantly drew on him. "Let her go,
Benson," he ordered, his voice like steel.
Looking up for the first time, Benson's shifty
eyes took in the cocked weapon and Adam's steady gaze.
"Ah, now, Cartwright, this is my
business. You leave us alone." His hand made an uncertain movement toward
his own weapon, then paused in mid-air.
The young woman glanced up in desperation, and
her tear-filled eyes held Adam's for a moment. Her lips parted in a silent plea
for help, and Adam knew instantly that regardless of the circumstances, he
wouldn't disappoint her. His look said as much to her, and he raised his chin
defiantly, his gun still aimed at Benson.
"I said let her go." Adam repeated
evenly, "Now do it." He moved a step closer to the woman.
Benson released her arm and started to back
off, his hands raised slightly. "Have it yer way this time,
Cartwright," he muttered, angrily, "But you'll regret interferin'.
That's my bride, and I aim to keep her." He leered at her. "Don't you
ferget it, neither," he hissed, giving her a little shove.
She recoiled from his touch, tripping over her
long skirts. Ben reached to steady her, but it was Adam who caught her in his
arms, holding her securely as Benson stalked away, hurling a few choice insults
behind him which were ignored.
The young woman struggled to regain her
composure, the tears escaping despite her best efforts. Adam withdrew his
handkerchief handing it to her, and she managed a trembling smile as she wiped
away the tears.
"I can't thank you enough for coming to
my rescue. Both of you." Though her words included Ben, they were directed
to Adam. He nodded, a warm smile relaxing his face.
Ben smiled, squeezing her shoulder.
"You're quite welcome, young lady," he replied. "It didn't look
as if Benson was giving you much choice in the matter. How did you get
acquainted with him, if you don't mind my asking?"
"Well, I---It's a---" she began
hesitantly, but Adam interrupted.
"Just a minute, Pa, she's been through a
lot right now. Why don't we get a cup of coffee at the cafe and catch our
breath while we talk about it?"
"Of course," Ben agreed. "Let's
go."
Adam took her arm and they crossed the street
to the small cafe. They entered in silence and found a quiet table in the
corner. Once seated, Adam leaned forward.
"We don't even know your name," he
spoke with a friendly smile, "I'm Adam Cartwright. This is my father, Ben
Cartwright."
"I'm Anne Barrett ~ Anne to my
friends," she glanced at each man as she answered, a moistness from the
tears illuminating her deep brown eyes.. "It's good to meet you."
"The pleasure is ours," Ben said
warmly, shaking her hand. "Where are you from, Anne?"
"From back East---from
Ben looked interested. "
Anne's eyes lit up. "That's my father's
name!" she exclaimed. "You knew him, Mr. Cartwright?"
He nodded. "We did some business together
in the timber before I headed on out West. He was a fine, honest man. Is he
well?"
An expression of deep sadness clouded Anne's
face, and she shook her head. "No, his business and health failed about
the same time. He passed away almost two years ago," she replied quietly.
"Ohh, I'm sorry to hear that," Ben
said with genuine feeling.
"Thank you," Anne spoke softly,
managing a brief smile, and brushed her hand across her eyes. "He was ---
a wonderful father." Ben reached across the table and took her hand
sympathetically.
The waitress poured their coffee and
conversation halted for the moment. As she left, Adam leaned forward again.
"Do you have family out here in
Anne looked up and shook her head slowly.
"No, I don't."
He watched her, a curious glint in his eyes.
"I know the experience out in the street was pretty awful for you, but do
you feel like telling us about it and what it is that brought you out here?
Benson said something about you being his bride. Are you?"
Anne bit her lower lip, the color flooding her
cheeks. "Let me start at the beginning," she said hesitantly.
"In the newspaper back in
"A mail order bride!" Ben exclaimed,
then glanced around and lowered his voice. "Is that how you got acquainted
up with Benson?"
She nodded, her eyes troubled. "We corresponded
for some weeks, and then he asked me to come out to
"It must be very disappointing for you to
learn that the man you were all set to marry wasn't anything like he portrayed
himself to be." Ben said with sympathy.
Anne gave him a troubled smile. "It
is," she admitted softly. "He gave me the address of the saloon as the
place to meet him. I showed it to the hotel clerk last evening when I arrived,
and was so disappointed that he was that type of man, that I didn't have the
heart to try to find him then. So today---" she paused for a moment,
recollecting the unpleasant events, "today, I made myself go in. He was
playing cards and drinking, and when he realized who I was, he grabbed my arm
and got one of his friends to---to play the parson." she shuddered, and
bit her lip. "He was so drunk, but he picked me up and tried to kiss me.
I--- I slapped him and he let me down. That's when I ran out of there. I was so
humiliated." Her color rose at the remembrance.
Adam watched the emotions play over her face,
and felt something stir in his heart. Love maybe? It was more than sympathy ~
though he couldn't quite put his finger on it. Yet deep within, he knew he
wanted to protect her from the type of men who could mislead her and break her
heart so easily. He found himself admiring the dark hair framing her lovely
face, and her clear, brown eyes, currently hidden by long, dark lashes.
"I'm sorry," he spoke the words
softly, genuinely. Anne lifted her head and held his gaze for a moment. His
eyes conveyed an understanding that Anne felt more than saw, and for some
reason she could not explain, it lifted her spirits.
Ben cleared his throat."Benson made it
sound as if you already belonged to him. Did you sign a contract or anything
like that?"
Anne glanced at him, and she shook her head,
dropping her eyes. "No---no, nothing like that. We had corresponded like I
said, but there was only a sort of agreement between us. He seemed ready to
take a lot for granted. If you hadn't come along, I don't know what would've
happened."
Adam took a deep breath. "He's not one to
take a simple 'No' for an answer," he stated, matter of fact. "He's
likely to cause you more trouble."
She nodded. "I'm afraid you're
right." She finished her coffee, and set the cup down, taking a deep
breath.
Ben rose to his feet. "Let's go," he
said, motioning the waitress over. Adam helped Anne rise, and stood off to the
side waiting. As they left, he took her arm.
"Are you afraid to stay in town,
Anne?" It was the first time he'd spoken her name, and Anne liked the way
he said it.
"I don't know," she replied
honestly. "It --- was rather noisy last night."
"It could be even worse tonight,"
Adam told her soberly. With a sideways glance as Ben, he continued, "Why
don't you come out to the Ponderosa with us? You'll be safe and---it's quiet
out there."
Ben added his invitation, and Anne smiled,
accepting gratefully. They accompanied her to the hotel and waited while she
spoke with the desk clerk.
With a glance toward Anne, Adam spoke quietly
to his father.
"Pa, I'm going over to the livery stable
to rent a buggy. Will you stay with Anne until I get back?"
Ben's eyes twinkled. "I've got a better
idea," he said, a smile teasing the corners of his mouth. "I'll get
the buggy and take Anne to the ranch. You can bring the horses."
Adam shook his head, returning his father's
grin. "Nothing doing. I won't be long."
He swung out the door and headed down the
street towards the livery stables, unaware of the surly man watching from a
darkened alley. Benson observed Adam returning with the buggy and assisting
Anne with her luggage. As they drove away, he scowled, mumbling,
"Cartwright, you think yer a big man---runnin' off with my gal. Jest you
watch yer back. I'll cut you down to size so fast---." he turned and made
his way back into the saloon without a backward glance, his evil mind busily
devising a plan.
* * * *
Ben hung his hat on a peg by the door and
walked over to the fireplace. Joe was examining a new bridle for Cochise, Hoss
slouched in a chair munching an apple, and Candy sat nearby looking at the
newspaper. All three looked up as he entered, surprised to see him alone.
"Where'd you leave
"He's on his way," Ben replied,
"But I need to tell you something before they get here."
"They?" Candy sat up straight.
"Who's with him, Mr. Cartwright?"
"Well, it's ---uh, a mail order
bride," Ben spoke the words quietly, almost sheepishly.
Joe dropped the bridle and stood up. "A
mail order bride? For Adam? You're jokin', Pa!" His face was a study as he
faced his father in disbelief.
Hoss sat speechless, his jaws momentarily
motionless, while Candy shook his head in amazement.
"No, not exactly for Adam, but we did
have to rescue her from Max Benson who was determined she was his. Adam's
really taken a liking to her." Ben detailed the situation for them.
Joe swaggered over to the fireplace and
smoothed his hair thoughtfully. "Just wait until she sees me. One look and
she'll---"
"---Run straight to Adam for
protection," Hoss finished for him. Joe pretended to throw a book at his
brother and the others laughed heartily.
"Now, Joseph," Ben cautioned,
"You know your brother well enough to not interfere. He's only visiting us
for a very short time. Don't give him a reason to leave sooner than he'd
planned."
"Don't you worry, Pa," Joe assured
him. "I'll just be myself."
"That's what Pa's afraid of!" Hoss
chortled, and Joe thumped him on the back.
Candy eyed Ben thoughtfully. "What's she
like, Mr. Cartwright?"
"She's a very attractive young woman ~
dark hair and eyes, and a lovely personality. I think you'll understand why
Adam is interested in her." Ben moved to pour himself a glass of water.
Hoss reached for another apple. "What's
her name, Pa?" he asked.
"It's Anne ~ Anne Barrett," Ben
replied.
Candy looked up quickly, then picked up the
newspaper to hide his face, but the words blurred before him. In his mind, he
could see another young woman also named Ann, one that he had loved very much.
Their marriage, annulled by her father, still haunted him. He took a deep
breath and fervently hoped this Anne wouldn't resemble the Ann he'd lost. At
that moment, he decided to stay clear of her if at all possible.
* * * *
The ride to the Ponderosa had always seemed
rather lengthy to Adam, but this time, it was far too short. Through conversing
with Anne, he learned that she was an only child whose mother had died of
pneumonia when Anne was 6. Her father owned a lumber mill which, though
prosperous in her growing-up years, had begun to failalong with his health.
With his death, the mill closed down, and nearly all of the family's
possessions had to be sold to pay for his funeral expenses and the mountain of
debt he had incurred.
Anne, almost penniless and alone, had been
shut out of the social circles, and her suitors turned to wealthier young
ladies. The West beckoned to her with its possibilities and uncertainties, and
naively, Anne had answered --- through a newspaper article.
Adam listened as she responded to his
questions, and inwardly hoped that her dreams extended beyond the
disillusionment with Max Benson. She was someone he definitely wanted to get
better acquainted with.
The ranch came into view and Anne fell silent.
In awe, she surveyed the stately Ponderosa pines surrounding the log ranch
house. "You were right---it's exquisitely beautiful and serene out
here," she whispered.
Adam smiled in appreciation. "Yes, it
is," he agreed. "No matter where I go or how long I'm away, I always
love to come back home."
* * * *
The sound of the approaching buggy brought all
4 men to their feet. Ben straightened a slumping pillow, and Joe hung the
bridle on a nail. Hoss discarded his apple core, as Hop Sing put on the coffee
pot and began setting the table for supper.
Candy went out to care for the horse, with the
others right behind. Joe stepped to the buggy.
"Howdy, Ma'am," he spoke courteously
to Anne. She smiled sweetly at him, and Joe extended his hand to assist her,
but Adam had touched her arm, and she turned toward him, allowing him to lift
her out of the buggy. She faced him for a brief instant, and whispered
"Thank you," before moving away.
Joe read the gentleness in his brother's eyes,
and thought to himself, "He's smitten alright. I wonder if I stand any
chance at all?" He decided it didn't hurt to try, and reached out to help
Candy with her trunk.
Ben welcomed Anne to the Ponderosa, and after
introducing her, showed her to the guest room. After freshening up, she joined
them below at the table, a shyness suddenly enveloping her. Adam found it very
becoming and watched her continually.
Dinner that evening was pleasant with the
conversation light and lively. Anne told Ben more about her father, mentioning
another business associate that he had also known. Finally Anne fell silent,
and Hoss commented on the weather and how it was affecting the timber that
year. He and Adam launched into a discussion over the Ponderosa's contract with
the railroad, and Anne listened, fascinated. She felt awed that the influence
of the family she'd just come to know extended far beyond
Hop Sing served dessert, and as he cleared
away their dinner plates, Joe leaned forward.
"Anne," he said invitingly,
"Would you like to take a drive around the Ponderosa with me? Everything
looks so beautiful in the moonlight."
Anne lifted her head in surprise and
contemplated his invitation. Adam rested his elbow on the table, his hand
covering the displeased expression he'd sent in Joe's direction. Anne felt the
tension between the two brothers and, anxious to keep peace in the family she'd
just met, replied,
"Thank you, Joe, It's very kind of you to
offer, but I'm rather tired this evening. I'm afraid I wouldn't be very good
company. "
Joe nodded, smiling. "I understand. Maybe
some other time."
Adam pushed his chair back abruptly. "Pa,
why don't we have some music? Is everyone up to it?" He specifically
looked at Anne and was rewarded with a beautiful smile as she nodded in assent.
They gathered in the living room and Adam
picked up his guitar. Ben thoroughly enjoyed having his family altogether,
noting with pleasure that Anne fit in well. He glanced at Adam and Joe, sitting
across the room from each other, and stifled a sigh. Perhaps Anne would be the
best mediator between the two men---if her presence didn't cause a rift first!
After a few numbers together, they all took
turns singing their favorite songs. Hoss's rendition of "The Hangin'
Blues" left Anne convulsed in mirth. He was so big and strong, and sang in
much the same way as he spoke. She liked him immediately. Following a rousing
"Skip To My Lou", Joe sang "Careless Love." Watching him,
Anne wondered thoughtfully if the lyrics were personal experiences for him.
When Ben sang "The Place Where I
Worship", she wiped away tears, feeling fortunate to have met a family
whose faith was evident. Even Candy participated, surprising them with his
rich, melodious voice.
Finally, Joe turned to Adam. "Hey Adam,
why don't you impress Anne with "Early One Morning"? "
Adam was about ready to strum the first note,
when his mind skipped ahead---
"Remember, remember, your promise to
marry ~
Remember, remember, your promise to be
true."
Instantly, he knew the lyrics would remind her
of Max Benson and the unpleasant situation earlier that day.
Thoughtfully, he strummed a few notes. "I
think I'll sing "In The Pines" instead," he mused, and began to
sing softly. Listening, Anne felt her heart melt. What a fine gentleman Adam
Cartwright was. If only Max Benson had been like him!
* * * *
Anne was awakened some time in the night by an
unusual sound at her window. She held her breath, listening carefully. There it
was again! A scraping sound, then suddenly, the window began to slide up.
Frozen with fear, Anne glimpsed a shadowy form, silhouetted against the
moonlight just outside her window. A hand appeared on the window sill, and Anne
screamed in terror.
The door burst open, and Adam, followed by
Ben, Joe, Hoss, and Candy rushed into her room. She sat up in bed, hugging her
knees, and pointed limply to the window, her breath coming in gasps. Ben lit
the lamp and examined the damaged wood. He looked up, concern evident on his
face.
"Someone was trying to break in all
right, and they very nearly succeeded," he said tersely.
Joe and Candy ran downstairs and searched
outside, finding horse's hooves in the woods nearby and a pry bar under Anne's
window. Returning upstairs, they relayed their discovery.
Anne trembled violently, her heart pounding
from the experience. Adam wrapped her robe about her shoulders, leaving his arm
around her. She took a deep breath. "I'm so sorry," she whispered.
"I----I didn't want to wake you. It was just----so frightening!" She
shivered in spite of the robe, and Adam glanced down at her, smiling. He
noticed her rich dark hair spilling around her shoulders, the delicate outline
of her neck and cheek.
"Oh, c'mon, Anne" he said gently.
"We're glad you let us know something was wrong. I'm sorry you had to be
awakened, too. Will you be okay now?"
She nodded. "I'll be fine, I'm sure.
Thank you----all of you." With a gentle pressure to her arm, Adam
reluctantly stepped away from her. He remembered catching her in the street and
wished he could hold her again.
One by one, the others filed out of her room.
Ben put his hand on her shoulder. "Anne, I want you to know that our
guests are not usually subjected to this type of welcome. We'll do our best to
make sure it doesn't happen again."
Anne laughed softly, a nervous tremor in her
voice. "It's okay, Mr. Cartwright. I'll never forget my first night at the
Ponderosa!"
Ben and Adam chuckled, and left the room,
bidding her a good night. Adam returned to his room, dressing quickly. Quietly,
he slipped downstairs and put his boots on, reaching for his gun belt. Taking
his hat, he slipped on a jacket and went to stand guard under Anne's window for
the rest of the night.
* * * *
Anne pulled the robe closer as they
exited her room. Her heart raced, and she knew it was more than just a result
of the frightening experience. Reaching for her Bible, she turned to the
Shepherd's Psalm, drawing comfort from the sacred verses, but as she blew out
the lamp, she could still feel Adam's arm around her. Her cheeks flushed, and
she scolded herself soundly. "Don't be foolish, Anne. You came out here
for protection, not to fall in love with your protector!"
She reluctantly laid the robe aside, and
pulled the blankets up to her chin. Taking a deep breath, she willed herself to
relax. When at last sleep came, it was to dream of a mountain lion that had
hidden under her bed. It climaxed with Adam coming to her rescue just before it
sprang.
* * * *
Adam watched her window until the lamp went
out and for a while after. He pictured her face pale and frightened, her dark
eyes wide with fright and his heart ached for her. Could he keep her safe at
all costs? Was it more than he was required to do for a fellow human being. No,
he decided, it was not. He'd made a promise and was resolved to carry it
through. With all thoughts of sleep driven from him, Adam remained alert
throughout the night, his mind filled with thoughts of the lovely young woman
he'd met that afternoon. He wondered if she was destined to mean more to him
than any woman ever had, and felt his pulse quicken at the thought.
The hours crept by, and as the first light of
dawn began to streak across the sky, Adam leaned back against the house and
allowed his eyes to close briefly. It had been a long night.
* * * *
Anne awoke early and looked around bewildered.
Then she remembered where she was, and sat up slowly, the previous day's events
flooding her memory. Crowding in front of it all, was Adam Cartwright's face.
Anne sighed and shook her head. She told herself that he probably had dozens of
women following him and waiting to be taken to this or that function. That he
was only being kind to her because of the predicament he'd found her in. Her heart
begged her to believe it wasn't so.
She dressed quickly in a long navy blue skirt,
white blouse, and light brown vest tying a deep red bandana around her neck.
Humming her favorite hymn, she brushed and styled her hair, and after reading a
chapter from the Bible, decided to take a short walk outside. Anne crept
downstairs, and opened the door, closing it quietly behind her. Looking around
at the fairly unfamiliar surroundings, she chose the path that led to the back
yard. As she rounded the corner, she caught sight of Adam, leaning against the
side of the house, his hand resting on his pistol. She turned to go, but her
foot kicked a loose stone, and he straightened, drawing his pistol out, the
safety lock clicking off. She froze, catching her breath, but he recognized her
immediately, and laughed in relief. Replacing his pistol. he walked towards
her, still smiling.
"Good morning, Anne," he greeted her
cheerfully. "I hope you were able to rest last night." He touched her
elbow gently.
The color crept up her cheeks, and Anne smiled
ruefully. "I did finally fall asleep, but then I dreamed that there was a
mountain lion under my bed---."
Adam chuckled. "I'm so sorry, Anne. What
happened in your dream?"
She looked away, and he waited curiously.
Finally, she went on, "You ----came and killed it for me."
"Good," he replied with
satisfaction. "Let me know if you ever find one there!"
Anne smiled and promised. "Do you always
wake up early and stand out here to greet your guests so early in the
morning?"
Adam glanced at her. "No," he
replied, soberly. "I wanted to make sure the men who tried to break into
your room didn't try it again."
The realization of his words dawned on Anne,
and her eyes widened. "You didn't stand out here all night, did you?"
she asked.
He nodded and Anne turned away to hide the
sudden tears that welled up in her eyes, whispering, "Oh, Adam!".
He stepped up behind her and put his hand on
her shoulder. "I wanted you to be safe, Anne," he whispered. "I
promised you that you would be out here." Reaching into his pocket, he
extracted a clean handkerchief and draped it over her shoulder.
She drew a long breath, and took it
gratefully. Controlling her emotions, she said softly, "I'm afraid I'm a
great deal of trouble to you, and I'm very sorry."
A look of determination crossed his face, and
he turned her to face him, his hands resting lightly on her slender shoulders.
"Not at all," he insisted. "I like to be troubled for certain
people, and you happen to be one of them. Please believe me." A smile lit
up his face as their eyes met.
Anne smiled in return, hoping her tone
wouldn't reflect her pounding heart. "Thank you---- for everything,
Adam," she replied softly, "I do appreciate it, very much." He
squeezed her arm gently, and opened the door for her.
Joe was just descending the stairs and looked
up in surprise. "Well, you two certainly got up early," he commented,
taking in Anne's heightened color. "Did you sleep well, Anne?"
"Quite well, thank you, Joe," she
replied.
Ben came in from the kitchen as Adam removed
his hat and gun belt. Instinctively he knew what his son had done, and
acknowledged it with a smile and imperceptible nod. Adam nodded briefly in
return, and took his place at the table. Hoss had seated Anne next to himself
so Adam sat across from her with Joe sliding into the chair beside Hoss. Candy
sat next to Adam. Ben surveyed the table with the hint of a smile, and after
grace, poured a cup of coffee for Anne. Handing it to her, he commented,
"Anne, I think the Ponderosa agrees with
you----you look lovely this morning."
"Thank you, Mr. Cartwright," she
replied, her eyes sparkling , "It must have been the long, undisturbed
rest I acquired last night!"
Spontaneous laughter followed her remark, and
Adam felt his heart grow warm. She wasn't the first young woman to capture his
attention, but there was something special about her. Anne glanced up and
caught his eye. She lifted her coffee cup with a slightly trembling hand,
lowering her eyes. Only Adam made her feel this way, but she reminded herself
it was foolish to make more out of it than there really was.
Hoss turned to Anne. "Would you like to
go ridin'? I could show you the prettiest spots around
Anne smiled. "It sounds like fun,"
she agreed. Adam forced a smile, but Joe leaned forward, both elbows on the
table.
"What gives, Hoss?" he complained.
"I had a rain check from last night."
Hoss grinned triumphantly. "Too bad,
Joe."
Once breakfast was over, Adam excused himself,
and when Anne accompanied Hoss out to the barn, she found him waiting with a
beautiful black horse already saddled and bridled. He smiled and stepped
towards her.
"I think you'll do well on Beauty, Anne.
He's a good horse---gentle and sure footed."
Anne smiled in return. "His name is most
appropriate. He's beautiful!" she exclaimed. "Thank you."
Hoss brought Chub around and faked
disappointment. "Why, Adam," he said, "I thought Anne could ride
double with me!"
Adam lifted his head and eyed his brother for
a moment. "Uh huh. I don't suppose you took Anne's comfort into
consideration, did you?"
Hoss chuckled. "I'm only jokin'," he
assured Anne. "Are you ready to go?"
She nodded and Adam helped her mount. Their
eyes met briefly and Anne smiled her appreciation, his very nearness and
kindness making words impossible at the moment. He moved away, watching Hoss
take the lead as they rode down the trail toward
Anne felt in awe again over the grandeur and
expanse of the land around her. Hoss enjoyed her company, completely
understanding why Adam was attracted to her. Anne appreciated the sincere
honesty of the big man, and felt at ease in his presence. Not having packed a
lunch, they returned to the house in time to share it with the rest.
Scarcely had they taken their seats, when Joe
turned to Anne. "Would you like to go for a buggy ride this afternoon,
Anne?"
Anne's cheeks dimpled. She knew they were all
vying for her attention at Adam's expense, but Joe had invited her the night
before. She nodded.
"Alrught, Joe. That sounds like
fun." Lifting her eyes, she caught the exasperated look on Adam's face.
His expression quickly melted into a warm smile, leaving her feeling breathless
and confused. Maybe a ride with Joe would help to clear her mind after all.
Joe proved to be a charming companion,
regaling her with various funny stories as they made their way along the scenic
drive. She shook her head, laughing. "Joe, you must be the life of the
party!"
He smiled, shrugging his shoulders. "Do
you like parties, Anne? Maybe we can throw one while you're here. I'll see what
Pa says."
She caught her breath, touching his arm, and
replied. "Please ~ don't go to extra trouble for me. I'm sure I'll be
moving on soon, and ----it really isn't necessary."
Joe watched her quietly. "If Adam invited
you, would you give him the same answer?"
Anne looked startled and the color came and
went in her cheeks. "I don't know," she replied quietly. Joe wished
he could retract the question.
"That wasn't fair to you," he said
regretfully. "I'm sorry. We'll go back now." They returned to the
house conversing about generalities, Joe feeling like the afternoon had
suddenly gone sour.
Anne almost dreaded dinner that evening. She
knew most of the attention paid to her was all in good fun, but she still
shrank back from it. The rest of her afternoon was spent resting and trying to
make some sense out of her thoughts.
There was a knock at her door, and she opened
it to find Candy standing there, a sheepish smile on his face. She smiled in
return. "Can I do something for you, Candy?"
He took a deep breath. "I won't ask any favors
of you, Anne ~ I know what's going on between the others. I just wondered if
you'd --- sit beside me for dinner--- so I don't miss my turn."
Anne laughed merrily. "I'd be pleased
to," she replied. He smiled again and turning, quickly descended the
stairs. She closed the door and leaned against it, silently blessing Candy for
his sensitivity.
Dinner went better than she'd expected. Candy
was most gracious, but unassuming. Ben glanced at Adam. "It looks as if
our lovely young guest has made quite an impression on everyone," he said
in a low voice. Adam nodded, none to pleased with the turn of the days events.
"Anne's all mine tomorrow," he
announced unexpectedly when the conversation lulled. He immediately had
everyone's attention--- most of all, hers. Anne felt her cheeks grow warm and
wished she didn't blush so easily. Her heart beat quickened, and she smiled
shyly before looking down at her plate. Ben watched the scene with interest.
"Well, now that that's settled, maybe we
can all have a pleasant evening," he said with a smile. "Anne, how
'bout a game of checkers?"
Anne looked up and nodded. "I'd like
that, Mr. Cartwright," she replied. "I used to play checkers with my
father."
She tried her best to concentrate on the game
and give Ben stiff competition, but was distracted by the music coming from the
other side of the room, and especially by the man playing it on his guitar.
* * * *
Though the night passed uneventfully, Anne had
difficulty sleeping. Her thoughts were all jumbled concerning the handsome Adam
Cartwright who had gallantly rescued her from impending danger, and whose
presence now threatened her grasp of reason. She awoke early, but lay still,
trying to rest a little more. The knowledge that she was "Adam's" for
the day, filled her with both excitement and a sense of uncertainty. She
stifled a yawn, and slipped to her knees.
"Dear Lord," she prayed softly.
"I'm so confused. Please help me to know
what to do. Show me how to express my gratitude to Adam without reading too much
into his kindness. Amen."
Anne took a deep breath, expelling it slowly
and moved to the closet. She withdrew a simple navy calico with white collar
and cuffs removing it from the hanger. It should be suitable for whatever Adam
had planned for the day. She slipped it over her head, her heartbeat quickening
at the thought. Unbraiding her hair, she brushed it until it shone, deftly
fashioning it into a becoming style. With one final inspection in the mirror,
Anne decided she was ready for the day, though inwardly, she felt anything but.
Adam met her at the foot of the stairs, his
smile of admiration deepening the color in her cheeks. He took her arm gently,
and seated her at the table, taking the chair next to her. Joe noisily pulled
out a chair and sat down across from her, propping his elbows on the table.
"Anne, " he began in mock
seriousness. "I've been thinkin'. Why don't you tell my older brother
there that you'd rather spend the day with me, and we'll go for a nice little
picnic down by the
Anne glanced sideways at Adam and smiled.
"Because I'd like to see what he has planned," she replied sweetly.
"Besides, you had your turn yesterday."
Joe snapped his fingers and sighed
dramatically. "It didn't hurt to try," he said with a grin.
Anne shook her head. "You're all so kind,
but I'm afraid my being here is distracting you from your work. If you'll just
let me do something until I can be on my way, I'd feel so much better."
Hoss slid into his chair and leaned forward.
"I'd have to say you're the nicest
distraction we've had at the Ponderosa in a long time. Prettiest, too. Don't
you think so, Adam?" He poked Adam in the ribs with his elbow.
Adam nodded. "She sure is, Hoss. But
Anne's got a point," he said in her defense. "We've all made such a
big deal over her---fighting over who does what with her, that she's probably
anxious to be on her way---away
from the Ponderosa. Now I think---."
Joe nodded. "Here it comes," he
interrupted solemnly. "The Plato of the Ponderosa speaks his mind."
He winked at Candy.
Adam's look spoke of dark possibilities as he
continued. "If you'll just listen---if Anne wants to do something, why I
think we should let her. Such as----," he paused, realizing his own
personal experience with women held many limitations. "Well what would you like to do?" he asked
her.
Anne looked at him gratefully. "I'd be
glad to do mending---for any
of you. "Her glance rested briefly on each of them. Ben took his seat, and
she continued. "I could clean, or help cook, or----well, anything."
Ben nodded. "We'd be honored, Anne. I
don't want you to feel obligated, but if you want to, I'm sure the boys and I
can find plenty of things that need mending. None of us are too handy with a
needle."
Hop Sing set a pot of coffee heavily on the
table. "Food get cold," he said grumpily. "Eat before that
happen."
Hoss reached for the basket of hot biscuits.
"Yessir, Hop Sing. I reckon you don't have to tell me twice!"
Adam poured a cup of coffee and handed it to Anne.
His fingers brushed hers, and she hastily set the cup down to prevent spilling
the scalding liquid. He directed his attention to filling his plate, but Anne's
reaction to his touch set his heart racing. To think of spending a good portion
of the day with her---!
Ben watched his eldest son mechanically eating
his breakfast and smiled. There was something about Anne that reminded him very
much of Adam's mother. If something did work out between them, it would be good
for them both. Adam felt his gaze and allowed a smile to flicker about his
lips.
* * * *
Anne leafed through the newspaper to calm the
butterflies in her stomach. She still had no idea what Adam had planned for the
day, and he had disappeared right after breakfast. Hoss eased into the chair
beside her and smiled.
"What are you and ol' Adam up to
today?" he asked jovially.
She shrugged lightly, belying her
apprehension. "He hasn't told me."
.Hoss squeezed her shoulder. "If I know
my brother, you'll have a good time. There's not a woman around that wouldn't
love to be in your place today." He stood to his feet and stretched
lazily. "No such luck for me. I've gotta pick up some supplies in
Anne smiled. "Bye, Hoss."
She watched the big man strap on his gun belt
and take down his hat. With a smile in her direction, he closed the door behind
him, and Anne turned just as Adam entered the room behind her. He reached for
his guitar.
"I asked Hop Sing to pack a lunch for us.
I'd like to show you the Ponderosa, and we could be gone a while. I'll see if
he's got it ready." He touched her arm lightly and left in search of their
cook.
Anne smiled to herself, reaching for her shawl
nearby.
The horse seemed eager to go, and Adam let him
canter through the well cut lane that led to a quiet mountain stream. He
pointed to places where he and his family had often hunted wolves or mountain
lions, and Anne shivered despite the warmth of the sunshine. Adam smiled, his
dimples deepening.
"Don't worry," he said easily.
"If we should see one, I brought my rifle. They don't often prowl around
unless the cattle are in this pasture, and we moved them into the northern
meadows last week."
"I am relieved," Anne spoke more to
herself than to him. She felt secure in his presence, knowing that, should
danger arise, she need not fear. His was a quiet strength that gave her
confidence in his ability to protect and defend his loved ones. Here was a man
she could love-----. Anne stopped, catching her breath, and firmly chiding herself.
Adam glanced at her.
"It's a lovely view, isn't it?" he
commented softly.
Anne pulled her thoughts together. "Oh,
it is beautiful!" she
exclaimed . "The pines---! And the rushing river below with golden meadows
beyond----! I love it!" She shook her head. "It's so beautiful!"
"Just ahead is my favorite place here on
the ranch," Adam said, slapping the reins against the horse's broad rump.
"I've never shown it to anyone else before," He paused briefly, and
his smile took her breath away. "but I have a feeling you'll feel the same
way as I do about it."
Anne smiled in return. The sense of
comradeship with Adam was overwhelming. It was what she'd dreamed of when
corresponding with Max Benson----, and the realization that Adam was everything
she'd hoped Max would be made being this close to him a challenge to both heart
and soul. In a flash, Anne suddenly realized that she was forgetting her need
to travel on and find work to support herself. She couldn't just stay on at the
Ponderosa indefinitely, pleasant as it would be. A sense of dread filled her
heart at the thought.
They entered a clearing, and Adam pulled the
horse to a stop. He jumped easily to the ground and reaching up, lifted Anne
down . "It's so peaceful here," he said quietly, his eyes caressing
the land before them. "When I come, I feel as if the outside world can't
reach me with its complications and troubles. It's as if the peace and solitude
become a part of me." He looked down at her, and the flickering sunlight
caught the earnestness in his eyes. Anne nodded in comprehension.
"I understand what you mean," she
replied, her voice barely above a whisper. "It's the most beautiful place
I've ever seen! That meadow yonder looks made for a homestead, doesn't
it?"
Adam smiled, nodding in agreement. He followed
her gaze across the little stream that gurgled before them and to the beautiful
meadow beyond. As always, he pictured a smaller version of the Ponderosa set
against the magnificent pines that seemed to touch the sky. Now he imagined
Anne a part of it and felt the picture could finally be complete. He watched
her drink in the beauty that meant so much to him, her very nearness costing
him a breath or two. Anne turned slightly, her cheeks tinged with color under
the intensity of his gaze.
"I've always thought so," he
replied, stooping to pluck a fragrant wildflower that grew at his feet. Handing
it to her to hide his feelings, he said simply, "Here, Anne---it was made
for you."
Anne tucked it in her hair, glancing upward for
his reaction. She was unprepared for the tender light in his eyes and the sweet
smile on his lips. "Lovely," he murmured. With scarcely a moment to
think, he bent and kissed her gently. Anne held her breath, her eyes wide with
surprise. She pushed a stray hair back in place and glanced away.
Noticing Anne's confusion, he pointed ahead a
short distance to a fallen log. "That looks like a nice spot for our
picnic, what do you think?"
Anne nodded. "It's fine," she
managed, reaching for a spread to cover the log with. It was becoming more
difficult now to think about moving on, but leave she must---she knew that. She
wondered if Adam was just being kind and attentive because of the situation
he'd rescued her from, or if he really meant something by it. Wondered too if
he knew how much his attentions meant to her? He seemed so genuine, but Anne
began to fear that her heart might again be broken, her dreams shattered if she
remained on the Ponderosa. Perhaps he was one given to casually toying with a
woman's heart before finding another more attractive specimen. She took a deep
breath, closing her eyes in a silent prayer; she had a feeling it would already
be a painful departure.
Of her thoughts, Adam had no idea, but her
silence indicated to him that maybe he had moved too fast. He didn't regret it,
though--- simply hoped he could completely win her trust, and maybe
eventually---- her heart.
Carefully, almost hesitantly, Adam began to
talk about his time in
"I think what I miss most is the elderly
people I know I'll never see again, Luke and Mollie, and so many others. Some
who I've already said 'Goodbye' to." she said softly, a note of sadness in
her voice.
Adam leaned forward. "Family
members?" he questioned kindly.
"Some," Anne replied softly.
"Others just felt like family. I remember when I was about 12, I met an
old sea captain who found retirement difficult. My father said it would be okay
if I took my lessons and learned at my old friend's place, so every afternoon,
I'd take my books and read aloud to him. He quizzed me on the material, and
that year, I made the best grades in the class." There was no arrogance in
her words, and Adam felt that she attributed her academic excellence to her
friend rather than to herself. He listened with interest.
Anne's eyes filled with tears. "That summer
I turned 13, and he became very ill. It wasn't long until he couldn't leave his
bed. I visited him daily with fresh flowers and the newspaper, and we'd talk
for hours. Then one day---" her voice broke, and she drew a long,
shuddering breath. "One day, the doctor met me at the door, and said,
'Captain Stoddard passed away in the night, Child.' " Anne buried her face
in her hands, her shoulders shaking with sobs. Adam pulled her close to his
side and closed his eyes with the realization that she had known his
Grandfather. He handed her a clean handkerchief, gently wiping a tear from her
cheek with his finger. "He was such a good friend to me. I still miss him
so much." Her voice was choked with tears.
"Anne," he said with emotion.
"I'm glad you told me about meeting Captain Stoddard---you see, I never
got to meet him. He is---was my Grandfather."
Anne's eyes widened, still luminous with
unshed tears. "Your Grandfather?" she whispered. "I remember him
talking some about a grandson that he'd love to see again, but he never
mentioned his name---only that he lived away out on the praries. Oh, Adam--- it
was you!"
He nodded, his arm still around her shoulders.
"I'm glad you've come, Anne---even if it was with a disappointment to
begin with once you arrived. You actually knew my Grandfather. Somehow I feel
as if I knew him, too."
Anne smiled through her tears. "I'm
glad," she whispered. "He would've been so proud of you!" Her
fingers wrapped around the pearl necklace she wore. "He gave me this
necklace on my last visit. He said he'd given it to his daughter Elizabeth on
her 13th birthday. You should have it." She reached up to unfasten it, but
Adam's hand closed over hers.
"No, Anne. If my Grandfather wanted you
to have it, so do I. Keep it---for both of us." His eyes shone with a
tender light that melted her heart, threatening her determination to travel on.
She swallowed hard, wiping another tear away.
"Thank you, Adam. I'm glad I got the opportunity to tell you before I leave."
Adam straightened and looked at her for a
moment. "You're leaving?" he asked. "When? Where will you
go?"
Anne bit her lip. She'd been over that
question many a time, but still without a definite answer. "I'm not sure
yet," she replied vaguely. "Perhaps I'll travel on to
Adam's eyes held a soberness she hadn't seen
before. He let his gaze take in the soaring eagle and majestic cloud formations
in silence. "What will you do?" he asked. His voice sounded hollow to
his own ears.
"I have my teacher's certificate, and
taught for a short time in
Adam nodded. "I'm sure you will," he
replied. Suddenly the day felt empty and a deepening sadness crept around his
heart. He knew he couldn't hold her there longer than she wished to stay, but
he wished he knew if she were ready for a relationship with him. He turned to
face her, forcing a smile.
"Let's have a little music before we go
back," he suggested, and Anne smiled.
"I'd like that," she replied,
carefully seating herself on the ground and leaning against a friendly pine.
Adam reached for his guitar and tuned a couple of strings then played a note or
two. Nodding in satisfaction, he struck a chord and began to sing one jolly
tune after another, forcing himself to not dwell on Anne's words about going
away. Anne clapped her hands in time with the music, laughing or singing along
if she knew the words. A warmth engulfed her heart and filled her with a sense
of security and peace, momentarily pushing the sadness away. Anne realized
again that leaving the Ponderosa----though she admitted honestly, it was really
Adam she dreaded leaving----would be a hard move to make indeed.
The young couple were totally unaware of the
slouching figure concealed behind a dense bush. Smoldering eyes watched
jealously, though their words did not carry to his hiding place. He swore
silently, vowing to bring swift retribution. Returning to his patient horse, he
led it to the road, then mounted and rode furiously back to
A loud clap of thunder swiftly ended the
concert and pelting raindrops sent them both scrambling for shelter. Adam
quickly fastened the buggy top in place and covered Anne's lap with the heavy
picnic blanket. She peered up at the leaden sky.
"I didn't even see the storm
approaching," she commented in amazement. "It broke so
suddenly." She shook the raindrops from her hair, and one landed on Adam's
cheek. He brushed it away almost reluctantly.
"They can come up quickly around
here," he agreed. Something in the trusting way she turned to look at him
quickened his pulse, and he picked up the reins. "We'd better find some
place to ride out the storm." A deafening clap of thunder overhead
followed by jagged forks of lightening lit up the darkening sky, and Anne
squeezed her eyes shut, a cry of alarm escaping her lips. She involuntarily
moved closer to Adam.
He whipped the horse into action, driving
until they came to an abandoned cabin deep in the heart of the woods. Adam
quickly explained that it had once belonged to an Indian friend of theirs who
had returned to his own tribe after losing his wife. He held the blanket over
Anne as they ran towards it, and once inside, Adam built a fire. After leading
the horse to a dry spot under the small lean-to, he hurried back to the cabin
and Anne.
Anne sat by the window and watched the rain
fall in silence. Then glancing up at him, remarked softly, "I've had a
wonderful day, Adam. The walk, seeing your lovely spot, your
music----everything. Thank you."
Adam felt a painful squeeze in his heart.
"It's been a wonderful day for me, too, Anne. Max Benson will never know
what a wonderful woman he missed out on getting to know." He added the
last almost without thinking.
She smiled sadly. "Thank you for saying
that. I---." she stopped, and was quiet so long, Adam thought she'd
changed her mind about saying more, but at last, she continued. "I know it
was a mistake to trust a complete stranger so much."
Adam reached for her hand and squeezed it
gently. "Anne, when you do get married," he questioned on a whim,
"What do you want in a
husband----now that you know what you don't
want?"
Anne looked at him with a start, taking a deep
breath. How could she tell Adam that he perfectly represented the kind of
husband she'd dreamed of? "Well," she began slowly. "I know I
want him to be God-fearing and responsible, trustworthy and kind hearted. I'd
like him to be pleasant and to love children." The color tinged her cheeks
at being so open with him. "One thing for sure---I don't want a man who
drinks."
Adam nodded, resolving to meet her
qualifications---even the last one. "It'll take a good man to win your
heart, Anne." he replied quietly.
Anne was keenly aware of Adam's nearness, and
in context to his question, felt a slight discomfort. Something in his tone had
spoken to the longing in her heart and yet she could not bring herself to think
of it in his presence.She kept her eyes averted, watching as the rain slacked
until it was a mere drizzle. Adam too sensed a need to hold himself in check
and was almost relieved when the storm's fury had subsided.
Bringing the horse to the door, he helped her
inside, then climbing in after her, chatted nonchalantly about
"I wish you didn't have to move on,"
he said gently, pulling the horse to a stop in front of the barn. Just knowing
that he could prevent it was little comfort, since he questioned the
appropriateness of his timing. He reached up for Anne and lifted her down,
their eyes meeting for one brief moment.
Anne felt the tears gathering. "I know,
but I must," she whispered, pulling away from him. She walked into the
barn and sank down on a pile of hay, picking up a kitten. Stroking the soft
fur, she choked back the tears, severely reprimanding herself for allowing her
heart to become so entangled. His gentleness had won her heart, but what of his
own future plans? She had not figured in them before, and surely couldn't now
in the short time he'd known her. Anne had learned of his work across the
Adam grimly forked hay into the manger and
turned toward Anne. The sight of her with a lapful of kittens, her face glowing
while she played with the little creatures, caught him by surprise. He watched
mesmerized until she felt his eyes upon her and glanced upward. Anne lifted the
kittens one by one from her lap, placing them carefully beside their mother. As
the last kitten joined its siblings, Adam offered his hand, and Anne taking it,
felt his gentle strength. He pulled her to her feet and motioned towards the
house.
"Hop Sing probably has dinner
waiting," he said matter-of-fact. Anne nodded, stepping outside.
Hoofprints indicated an approaching rider, and Adam pushed his hat back,
following his companion of the day.
The drizzle had tapered to a mist as Hoss came
riding up, a troubled expression clouding his broad face.
"What's wrong, Hoss?" Adam asked his
brother.
"Howdy, Anne," Hoss greeted her,
then softly to Adam, he continued, "There's trouble brewin' in town. Max
Benson has hired himself that shady, no-good lawyer Mr. Burke, and is preparin'
to press charges against you for ---uh--- stealin' his bride. I heard the news
at the general store. Everyone's talkin' about it."
"What?" Adam laughed shortly, then
sobered. Anne moved to stand beside him.
"You must be joking, Hoss," she said
in disbelief. "Are you sure you heard correctly?"
"Yes'm," he replied, nodding for
emphasis. "He's really mad and half drunk to boot." he lowered his
voice. "There was some talk about stealin' her back, Adam."
Instinctively Adam slipped his arm around her,
knowing it was far more than just passing concern that stirred his heart.
"Not if I can help it," he said evenly. "Anne, you'd better not
go anywhere alone, not even out here."
She nodded, her face pale and drawn.
"Okay," she replied softly. Their eyes met, and Anne held her breath.
The look on his face----! She turned swiftly and entered the house.
Adam watched until the door closed behind her,
and turned to face his stocky brother. "I've only known her a short time,
Hoss, but I'll risk my life to protect her from Benson."
Hoss surveyed him carefully. "You love
her, don't you, Adam?" he asked confident he already knew the answer.
Adam lifted his eyes to watch a wispy cloud
float by overhead before answering. "Hoss, when you've waited as long as I
have for the right woman, you know what you're looking for and when you've
found her." He nodded slowly. "I knew the moment I saw her with
Benson and after today---- yeah, Hoss. I love her."
Hoss squinted up at the sky. "Does she
know it yet?" he asked.
Adam raised his eyebrows and put his hand up
to his chin thoughtfully. "I'm not sure. Something like that is pretty
hard to hide, but I sure wish I knew if she's ready to---" he broke off.
"She wants to leave here soon. I feel like my time to let her know is so short,
and yet----." he drew a deep breath exhaling slowly and shrugged his
shoulders. "I don't know."
Hoss grinned. "Well, I don't think she'll
be goin' anywhere anytime soon. Not with what's happenin' in town. We'll do all
we can to help protect her, Adam. You know that."
Adam nodded, smiling soberly at his brother
and clapped him on the shoulder. Together they walked slowly to the house, each
man lost in his own world of hopes and dreams.
* * * *
The topic of Max Benson was on everyone's mind
at dinner time. Ben was concerned to learn of his new tactics, and, frowning
thoughtfully, turned to Adam. "You and Anne will need to have a lawyer,
too, Adam. We'll have to see if anyone else witnessed what happened in the street,
and Anne," he looked at her sympathetically, "You'll need to have
those letters from Benson as material evidence."
"They're in my satchel upstairs,"
Anne replied quietly. She shook her head, closing her eyes. "Oh, I didn't
think he'd take things this far!" She glanced at Adam. "I'm so
sorry."
He gently covered her hand with his.
"Don't worry, Anne," he said with confidence, "Benson won't
stand a chance."
Joe watched from across the table. What a
romantic situation to be in! Adam was such a lucky guy. If only he'd gone into
town that day-----!
"I'm sure you're right, Adam," Ben
agreed. "But just the same, getting your own lawyer and putting your case
together as soon as possible will be to your advantage."
Adam nodded, as Hoss protested, "But, Pa,
how's he gonna do that? If Adam sets one foot in
"I could go," Joe volunteered.
"Maybe the lawyer would come out here to see you, considering the
circumstances."
"Thanks, Joe," Adam replied.
"It's worth a try,"
* * * *
Candy reached for the newspaper and re-read a
story dealing with the mines. He and Ben began discussing it at length as Hoss
slouched on the settee. Joe took out his pistol and carefully proceeded to
clean it. It seemed like any normal evening at the Ponderosa, but a feeling of
apprehension settled over Anne, and Adam felt it. She walked to the window and
drew the drapery back, looking outside with eyes that saw very little at the
moment.
Ben raised his eyebrows and spoke to Adam.
"Did you and Anne have a pleasant day?" he asked.
"Oh yes," Adam answered, "I
took her on the eastern trail---you know where the river branches out and feeds
down to
"Uh huh," Ben agreed, smiling.
"It sure was."
Adam bit his lip, and stepped closer to Anne.
"Would you like to join me for a drive? I know the news you heard earlier
was pretty upsetting. Maybe we could talk about it."
Anne glanced up at him. The invitation was
sincerely made and his eyes pleaded with her to accept it. She nodded.
"I'd love to," she replied, without hesitation. He smiled, and Anne
tried to calm her pounding heart..
The moon was rising over the horizon when Adam
pulled the buggy up in front of the house and jumped down to help her. They
took the road leading to
"Do you really think it will come to that?" Anne asked
anxiously, dread filling her heart at the very thought.
Adam frowned thoughtfully, replying, "It
might. He was determined enough to attempt kidnapping you. I'm sure a court
case isn't out of the question with him."
They had discussed it for some time, when Anne
realized the hour must be getting fairly late and mentioned it to Adam.
He nodded regretfully. "I've really
enjoyed this evening with you, but I'm sure we'd better be getting back. Pa
will think I've run off with you and eloped or something," he teased,
though a hidden meaning lurked beneath his banter.
Anne laughed. "Oh, he knows you better
than that," she countered. "You're not the type of man to do
something like that."
Adam turned the horse in the direction of the
Ponderosa ranch house, asking curiously, "What type of man do you think I
am?" He glanced at her as he asked it, remembering his question to her
earlier in the day.
Anne averted her eyes, knowing she had walked
into that one. "Well," she began slowly, "You're a thoughtful
man---kind and good and decent. You don't take advantage of someone in need for
your own personal gain, and you're honest and considerate of others." she
hesitated, and briefly looked in his direction to find his dark eyes studying
her intently. "I think you're the nicest, handsomest man I've ever met."
Her last words were spoken so low that Adam leaned forward to catch them.
"I appreciate that, Anne," he said,
his voice belying the emotion he felt in his heart. "Would you like to
know what I think of you?" At her almost imperceptible nod of assent, he
looked away to the distant horizon. "I think you're a talented, gracious,
thoughtful young woman who puts others ahead of herself. I haven't known you
long, but I can guess that you always try to make life better for anyone you
meet---stranger or friend." He paused smiling, and turned to face her.
"You're very beautiful, Miss Anne Barrett."
Anne lifted her head, her cheeks flushing in
the moonlight, and met his gaze. "Thank you," she whispered. He took
her hand, pressing it gently.
"I'm glad I met you, Anne," he said
softly. "You mean a great deal to me." She smiled and lowered her
eyes, and he picked up the reins, resisting the desire to take her in his arms.
He glanced at her, saying as he did so,
"There's a picnic after church on
Sunday---would you go with me?"
She looked up at him and smiled, nodding her
head slightly. "I'd like that," she replied.
His heart felt light as he urged the horse on
toward home, whistling a merry tune that played havoc with the chords of Anne's
heart.
* * * *
James Matthews, Attorney-at-Law, sat at the
table meticulously discussing the case with Adam and Anne. They had told him
the whole story, and Anne released all of Benson's letter to his possession
after arranging and numbering them in the order received. She found the
situation fairly humiliating. and appreciated Adam's matter of fact approach to
it.
With notes in hand, Mr. Matthews left,
promising to contact Mr. Burke and the circuit judge in regards to the next
available court date, upon which he would notify them. His eyes twinkled, and
Adam had the distinct feeling he was enjoying the unusual case.
* * * *
A day or two later, Ben received word that he
was needed in
"I thought Stripey here might keep ya
company---while Adam's away." He winked at her.
Anne's smile rewarded his thoughtfulness. She
reached for the kitten gratefully and hugged it to her. "Thank you,
Hoss," she said softly. "You're very kind."
He watched her momentarily. "I know how
things are with you and Adam," he commented at length. "He couldn't
do any better."
Anne looked up in surprise. "What do you
mean, Hoss," she asked, her brow wrinkling. "Do you know something I
don't?"
Hoss dropped his eyes. "I dunno, Anne.
But I do know my brother Adam." He turned to leave, but Anne stopped him.
"Hoss, maybe you can answer a question
for me."
"Why, sure---if I can," he replied,
coming back to stand beside her.
She frowned thoughtfully, and lifted her eyes
to meet his quizzical look. "Adam---invited me to the church picnic
Sunday. Do you know if ---there's someone else he'd rather take?"
Hoss smiled reassuringly. "Anne, if Adam
invited you, it's because he wanted to. We all think your pretty special, but I
guess for Adam----well, he's waited a long time."
"What do you mean, Hoss?" Anne
asked. But Hoss backed away, already feeling he'd said too much. He left
hastily to look for strays, leaving Anne puzzled and confused, inwardly
guessing Hoss's implication.
She reached for the basket of mending the men
had collected for her, and, choosing one of Adam's shirts, began sewing a
button back on. Just having his shirt so near to her quickened her heartbeat.
Anne laid it aside and reached for another, and then another, until all of
Adam's shirts were mended. Garments belonging to Ben, Hoss, Joe, and Candy
remained in the basket, but Anne could no longer concentrate on her work.
Feeling restless, she scooped the kitten up and took him outside.
Looking in all directions carefully, Anne walked
slowly down the road, absentmindedly stroking Stripey's soft coat, her thoughts
miles away. Hoofbeats not far away brought her sharply back to the present. Her
first thought was that maybe Ben and Adam were returning, but she knew it was
too soon for them to have finished their business in
* * * *
Miles away in
"Somethin' on your mind, Pa?" he
questioned, his eyebrows raised.
Ben smiled. "Hmmm? Oh, yes, I suppose
there is." he replied.
Adam tipped his head to one side. He could
figure his father out pretty good, but knew him well enough to not put words in
his mouth. He waited, his elbow resting on the table.
"I was thinking about Anne," Ben
said at last. "Is she---special to you, Son?"
Adam nodded, having guessed the topic of
discussion correctly, and took a deep breath. "She means alot to me,
Pa," he answered with conviction. "She's not just another girl to
dream about and then forget." he paused, looking his father in the eye.
"Even though I just met her the other day, I already know that I love her,
and I want to marry her."
Ben leaned forward. "You don't just feel
sorry for her because she's disillusioned about the man she came to
marry?"
Adam shook his head with determination and
raised his chin slightly. "Benson? Absolutely not. I am sorry for her, of
course, but pity has nothing to do with the way I feel about Anne. There's
something so pure and sweet in her---something I want to protect---and
cherish."
Ben nodded approvingly. "I thought as
much. Anne's a wonderful girl---sensible, lovely, unselfish and intelligent.
Does she feel the same way about you?"
The waitress brought their lunch and Adam
refrained from answering until she'd left the table.
"I think so," he replied slowly.
"I could see it in her eyes yesterday, but the experience she had with
Benson has made it more difficult for her to express it. She doesn't want to be
hurt again." his voice dropped to barely above a whisper. "The last
thing I ever want to do is hurt her."
"Anne knows that, Son," Ben said
with understanding. "She trusts you. That much I can tell."
Adam nodded soberly. "I know. I can't
stand the thought of her ever in need without someone there to defend her. When
she needs me, I want to be there for her."
Ben smiled. "Well, Son, I have a feeling
Anne will be needing you in the next few days. I'm glad you came home when you
did. You realize it could've easily be one of your brothers or Candy protecting
her from Benson, if you hadn't decided to come now."
Adam glanced at his father and gave a short
nod. "I know. I've thought of that, too." He paused, and frowned
thoughtfully. "It's as if Someone planned for both of us to be in
"It could be," Ben agreed.
"It's more than just a simple coincidence, I'm quite sure."
They finished their lunch quickly and mounted
up, Adam especially anxious to get back to the young woman who was constantly
on his mind now. As he rode, he thought back about Laura Dayton, the only other
woman he'd really ever considered marrying. No, there had been Ruth, but that
relationship was thwarted swiftly by powers beyond their control. His brow
furrowed. It had been different with Laura, so much pressure and tension. He
had helped her in a time of need, too, but with Anne---his pulse quickened at
the thought of her, and he swallowed hard. The love he felt for Anne wasn't
something he'd tried to put there. It seemed to always be there, but meeting
her had simply made him aware of it. He visualized her waiting for him---the
evening sun glowing on her face, her lips curved in a welcoming smile. Adam
smiled with anticipation and urged Sport homeward.
* * * *
Anne lifted her skirts and bolted for the
house, reaching it just as the men entered the yard. Once the door was locked,
she crept over to Ben's large desk and slipped under it, clutching the frightened
Stripey protectively. Her heart threatened to jump out of her chest, and Anne
gripped her hands together, praying fervently that Adam and Ben would make it
home safely.
There were loud angry voices outside, and the
door rattled repeatedly, then all was silent. Anne worried about Joe, Hoss, and
Candy, hoping their duties would keep them away longer. A paper came sliding
under the door, and she caught her breath. More loud voices, then hoofbeats
which gradually faded into the distance. Convincing herself to leave her
cramped position, she stiffly crawled out from under the desk, releasing the
squirming kitten, and tremblingly walked to the door. Her hand shook as she
reached for the paper and unfolded it. Anne read the message in a whisper,
leaning against the heavy sideboard for support.
"Cartwright,
Be prepared to fight fer yer life,
Yer gonna hang fer stealin' my wife.
That little gal belongs to me---
I'll see you swing from the old oak
tree."
A little stick figure hanging crazily from a tree
completed the gruesome threat. Anne shivered.
"Oh, Adam," she whispered,
frightened. "What have I gotten you into?" Even as she spoke the
words, she could feel his gentle touch as he'd wrapped the robe around her
shoulders that first night. Saw again the tenderness in his eyes as he'd
reminded her to be careful just that morning. She took a deep breath, and shook
her head.
"What have you done to me?" she
asked softly. If only Max Benson had been like him. Anne wondered again what it
would've been like if Adam had gotten her name instead of Max. Her cheeks
turned rosy at the thought, and she felt grateful that he couldn't see her.
Adam had an uncanny ability to read her face well. Sliding the note into her
pocket, Anne sat down by the window to watch for him, her heart throbbing with
the realization that he had become very dear to her.
An hour passed and Joe and Candy rode up
followed by Hoss. She unlocked the door quickly and tried to appear unruffled,
taking down an old classic to read by the fire.
The three men entered together, Joe catching
sight of her with the book. "Say, Hoss," he teased, "Did you
ever see anyone so much like Adam before in your life?"
Anne's cheeks burned, and she closed her eyes
briefly. Hoss chuckled. "Nope, never did," he replied. "Think
he's noticed her yet?" Candy joined them in laughter, and they went on
into the kitchen to raid Hop Sing's pantry.
She lowered the book, collecting her thoughts.
Which was worse, she wondered. Having all of them compete for her attention ~
or being teased by them about Adam? A smile toyed with the corners of her
mouth. If only she knew what the future held. Her plans to leave had been
temporarily put on hold, but Anne knew she'd have to face them again. She
sighed, uncertainty tingling to her fingertips. If only-----.
Hoss sauntered back into the great room,
handing her a sandwich. She wasn't hungry, but took it anyway, thanking him for
it. He glanced around. "Adam and Pa not back yet?" he asked.
Anne shook her head. "Not yet," she
answered softly, just as Joe called out,
"Pa and Adam are back!" She lifted
her head and caught her breath, her reaction bringing a smile to Hoss's face.
He swallowed the last bite of his sandwich,
and went outside with Candy to care for Buck and Sport. Anne followed them to
the door, fingering the note in her pocket.
Adam smiled broadly when he saw her, and
matched his father's stride to the house. He took her hand, his eyes meeting and
holding hers for a moment. She returned his smile, but her eyes reflected a
troubled heart, and she glanced about furtively, clinging to his arm for an
instant. He looked at her closely.
"What's wrong, Anne? Are you worried
about something."
Ben had started to walk away, but stopped at
that, and rejoined them. Nervously twisting a strand of hair, Anne spoke
quietly,
"Max Benson and some of his friends were
here this afternoon." Her voice caught in her throat.
Ben was very concerned. "Why don't you
two go on? I'll bring the others in right away."
Adam looked down at Anne, his heart going out
to her and took her inside. He pulled her down on the couch beside him, her
hand still in his. "I'm so sorry, Anne," he said sympathetically.
"Maybe this is why I thought about you all day."
Anne held her breath and looked into his
eyes---those clear brown eyes that pierced through pretense and pride and yet
held such tenderness for her. "Oh, Adam," she whispered, scarcely
able to look away. "I was so frightened! They were looking for---for
you."
"For me?" he questioned. "How
do you know?" He leaned closer to her.
Anne handed the paper to him. He read it
silently and glanced over at her. "Benson's a desperate man," he
commented. "I can't say that I blame him---if you were my bride, I'd fight
for you, too." His eyes met and held hers again.
The color flooded her cheeks, and her lips
parted as if to speak, but Anne could think of nothing to say. Adam lifted her
chin with strong, gentle fingers and looked deeply into her eyes.
"Anne----" he whispered, but footsteps approached the door, and Anne
turned away quickly. He stood to his feet as the others noisily trooped into
the house. Hoss especially felt bad.
"Anne, I'm sorry. I should've stayed here
with you instead of just leavin' the little kitten." he shook his head,
but Anne assured him it wasn't his fault and he wasn't to feel responsible for
it.
Adam held up the paper. "Listen to
this---" he said. He read it aloud, his voice deep and somber. When he'd
finished, Hoss entoned,
"Ah, Adam, I'm sure gonna miss ya. 'Twill
be a tragic way to perish---and all for love of a woman!"a teasing smile
lifted the corners of his mouth and Hoss added, "Though I can't say I
blame you!"
Everyone laughed in spite of themselves and
the tension eased. Anne looked down at the floor, her cheeks crimson. Ben shook
his head at Hoss.
"It really isn't funny, Son. Benson is
making this into a much bigger deal than it should be." He turned to Adam.
"Shouldn't Matthews be getting back in touch with you soon about the court
date?"
Adam nodded. "Yeah, and I hope it's
really soon. Benson obviously means business, and he's ruthless enough to
resort to violence to get what he wants." His glance lingered on Anne as
he spoke, and she nodded, a worried frown on her face, the fear returning to
her heart.
Candy hesitated briefly, then spoke up.
"Do you want Joe and me to ride into
"I'd appreciate that," Adam replied.
"Tell him what Benson's up to, and make sure he understands we need to
settle this right away."
"Right," Candy agreed. "We'll
go after breakfast in the morning." He grinned at Joe, who nodded in
affirmation.
* * * *
Candy and Joe found Mr. Matthews busy
completing the paperwork for the case. He informed them that Judge Warren would
be arriving the next day on the afternoon stage. The court would convene at
Mounting up quickly, the two men headed back
to the Ponderosa to share the promising news with those who anxiously waited
for it.
* * * *
Sunday morning arrived without further
incident. Anne awoke in the stillness of the early dawn and lay quietly, trying
to sort out her thoughts and feelings. At that moment, the impending court case
wasn't at the forefront of her thoughts nor was her delayed plans for moving
on. Adam's smile, the intensity in his eyes when he looked at her, his magnetic
touch----all combined to bring a thrill to her heart. She rolled over and
hugged her pillow.
"I hope I won't be so nervous that I make
Adam have a miserable day," she whispered. "Oh, Lord, please help me.
I love him so----and I don't know if he still feels the same about me as he
did-----."
Anne already knew what she'd be wearing. It
was the last dress she'd added to her trousseau---a silvery sage green with off
white lace and soft pink rosebuds amid ribbons at the throat. As she slipped it
on over her head, Anne chided herself. Was she wearing it for herself---or for
Adam? She shook her head and sat down in front of the mirror, deciding to wear
her hair up for a change. Warm brown eyes looked back at her from the mirror
and she smiled with satisfaction, reaching for her Bible.
She was the first one down and met Hop Sing as
he entered the dining room to set the table. His eyes widened, and he smiled
cheerfully.
"Missee Anne look lovely today," he
commented. "Mistah Adam proud escort!"
Anne smiled, "Thank you, Hop Sing,"
She moved over to the window and drew the curtain back. Moments later she was
startled by a hand on her shoulder. Looking up, she met Joe's charming smile.
"Good morning, Anne. You look beautiful!
May I take you to the picnic?"
The corners of her mouth turned up as she
shook her head. "I'm sorry, Joe, but Adam asked me a couple of days
ago."
He nodded. "I knew I was too late,"
he replied, winking at her. He straightened his tie. "Adam's a lucky guy,
Anne."
"You're very sweet, Joe," Anne told
him sincerely, and turned away from the window, the full skirt of her dress
swirling gracefully. As she walked into the great room, Adam came down the
steps. His pace slowed and he smiled broadly. Reaching her side, he bowed
slightly and took her hand, lifting it to his lips.
"Your loveliness takes my breath
away!" he said softly.
Anne's heart skipped a beat. "I---"
she paused, " Thank you." A shy smile lit up her face. Since the
evening when he'd nearly kissed her, Adam had put a little distance between
them, and Anne incorrectly assumed he regretted his action. This caught her
entirely by surprise. The crisp white shirt and black suit contrasted well with
his deep tan. She felt a woman's pride and pleasure at being his special
invitee to the picnic.
After a quick breakfast, there was just barely
time to make it into
Adam took Anne in the buggy, leaving the rest
to come in the buckboard or on horseback. As they traveled, he couldn't help
imagining what it would be like if Anne were his companion for life.
"You're quiet this morning, Anne,"
he commented.
She lifted her hand to tuck a stray hair back
in place and smiled. "So are you."
He nodded. "You're right. I was
thinking."
"I was, too," Anne replied soberly
with a sigh. He turned to look at her and saw a troubled expression on her
face. "Is there---" she hesitated, taking a deep breath. Expelling it
slowly, she continued. "Isn't there a young woman around here who---who
was expecting you to invite her
to the picnic?"
Adam looked away. He was conscious that there
were indeed many who, had they known he was at home, would've done their best
to procure an invitation. He adjusted his hat and grinned at her.
"Yes," he admitted, "But since
I was doing the inviting, I wanted to spend the day with someone whose company
I'd enjoy." He paused and draped his arm across the back of the seat, his
fingers lightly touching her shoulder. "I hope you don't mind sharing the
day with me."
Anne laughed softly. "Oh, no. I am
honored," she replied sincerely. "You are very good company, Adam, and
you've been so kind and good to me. Your whole family has gone the extra mile
to help me. I can never thank you enough."
Adam squeezed her shoulder gently. "It's
been a pleasure for us---for me especially. And you have thanked me many times.
Maybe not always in words, but in other ways." They turned into the church
yard, and he pulled the horse to a stop, turning to look at her. "Anne,
I----well, I enjoy getting to know you better each day." Jumping down, he
reached up and lifted her to the ground. "Did I tell you how beautiful you
look today?" he whispered, his hands resting on her shoulders.
Anne felt the color rising in her cheeks.
"Thank you," she whispered in reply. "You look very handsome
this morning, too."
With a smile, he offered her his arm, and
picking up his Bible from the buggy seat, walked with her to the church steps.
A small crowd was clustered off to the side, and many heads turned to look at
Adam and the young woman with him. He introduced her to the minister, Rev.
Gregory and a few others standing near, then found seats for them inside. As
the congregation filed in, Anne was conscious of the stares directed at her,
and kept her eyes down most of the time. It wasn't long before Ben, Joe, Hoss,
and Candy arrived, joining them.
After several old hymns, Rev. Gregory took his
place behind the pulpit. He looked over the congregation gathered before him,
his eyes resting momentarily on Anne. There was something about her that
interested him, and he thought briefly on the rumors he'd heard around town
about "Miss Barrett, the sleazy mail order bride." She certainly
didn't fit that description. Taking his text from the parable of the lost
sheep, he began to share the thoughts he'd prepared.
Following a lovely benediction, the minister
reminded everyone to be sure to enjoy themselves at the picnic, and stepped
down from the platform, making his way over to speak with Anne. Adam watched
him carefully, realizing for the first time that Rev. Gregory was single,
fairly young, and probably seemed attractive to a young woman such as Anne.
Something--- jealousy maybe?--- stirred in his heart and Adam took a deep
breath. Emotions he'd rarely felt before struggled within his breast. Anne
conversed sweetly with the minister, then turned to Adam.
"If it hadn't been for Adam and the whole
Cartwright family, my stay in
Rev. Gregory agreed and soon excused himself,
feeling disappointed that Anne Barrett did not show more than a passing
interest in him, but rather wished to express her pleasure in the sermon. With
a stifled sigh, he walked outside.
Adam touched Anne's elbow. "Let's go join
Pa and the others. They're probably waiting." Anne nodded, and followed
him outside. As he laid their Bibles on the buggy seat, Anne heard a rustling
skirt and looked up as a beautiful blonde pushed past her, taking Adam's arm.
"Adam Cartwright!" she exclaimed.
"I'd heard you were home, but you don't get around much, do you?" not
waiting for an answer, she continued. "My goodness, but you look
handsome!!" She leaned closer and smiled up into his eyes.
He straightened and squared his shoulders.
"Oh---Hello, Jennifer. Well, I've been busy since I got in." He
smiled briefly. "I'd like you to meet my friend, Anne Barrett. Anne, this
is Jennifer Baxter, one of my former classmates."
"Almost Jennifer Cartwright," she said with a
laugh. She scrutinized Anne and turned back to Adam. "Isn't she the mail
order bride everyone around town has been talking about? Adam, what are you doing with a woman like that? Your reputation could be
ruined!!" Anne's cheeks paled, and she lowered her eyes, hiding a pained expression.
Adam stiffened as a deep frown replaced his
smile. "Jennifer! How dare you insult Miss Barrett!" he exclaimed
coldly. "To answer your question, she was, but Anne is a fine woman, not
to mention---my friend." He pushed past her and took Anne's arm. "Are
you ready?" he asked gently. Anne nodded, and Jennifer stepped back, her
cheeks flushing angrily.
"I won't forget this, Adam," she
hissed in a low voice, flouncing away.
Anne bit her lip. "Adam," she began
softly, but he held up his hand.
"I know what you're about to say, Anne,
and no, I don't wish I'd brought her instead." he glanced at her.
"She didn't almost become Jennifer Cartwright, either, Don't let what she
said bother you."
Anne shook her head and lifted her eyes to
meet his. "Adam," she whispered," You've got friends who want to
spend time with you, and I don't blame them. I'm an outsider. Please---."
she dropped her eyes to hide the tears, "Please don't ruin old friendships
because of me."
He shook his head, squeezing her arm. "People
change over the years," he reflected quietly. "Sometimes old friends
no longer travel the same path as you anymore--- but one may find that a new
friend does." He paused meaningfully, and Anne smiled a little. "Now
come, let's get something to eat."
During lunch, Anne both felt and saw the
stares from many of the townspeople and inwardly cringed from it. More than
once, she heard her name whispered in muted tones. Some even spoke openly about
the situation and what they knew about the court case the next day. Her
sensitive nature wished to hide, but for Adam's sake she determined to ignore
the unpleasantness and make this day one he'd remember fondly. To that end, she
questioned Adam at length regarding his work in
"Would you like to take a walk?" he
asked, folding his napkin neatly.
Anne glanced up at him. "I would love
to," she replied slowly, "But I'm not sure if that would be
wise."
"I don't really care if it's wise or not!,"
he answered with a charming smile. "Let's go." He pulled her to her
feet and after clearing away the picnic things, they strolled along the wooded
path behind the church.
They hadn't gone far when a young woman
hurried up behind them, and grabbed Adam's arm.
"I've been looking everywhere for
you!" She exclaimed with a cursory glance at Anne. "When did you get
home?"
Adam looked at her puzzled. "Do I know
you?" he asked.
She stepped in front of him. "Look at me,
Adam," she said, her eyes caressing his face, "I'm Connie. Connie
McKee. Surely you haven't forgotten me!"
"Connie?" he queried. "Oh, yes,
of course you are. I'm sorry, I didn't recognize you. But still McKee? I heard
you'd gotten married."
She frowned and squeezed his arm. "Now why
did you have to bring that up?" she asked petulantly. "I did, but
he's gone almost all the time. What am I to do? Stay home and shrivel up? Why,
I'd die!" Connie leaned against his shoulder.
Adam frowned and gently held her back.
"Connie, you should be making your home into a place that your husband
enjoys. You've no business trying to find someone else to show you the
attention he ought to be giving you." He motioned towards Anne. "I'd
like you to meet a friend of mine---Connie, this is Anne Barrett. Anne---Connie
McKee."
Connie nodded. "I know all about
you," she replied. Anne put her hand out and Connie took it limply,
surveying her with a critical eye. "You're a mail order bride. At least,
that's what everyone around town is saying."
Anne was prepared this time, and returned her
critic's look unflinchingly. "I was,"
she corrected. "But there are worse things to be."
Connie raised her eyebrows. "I suppose
you're right," she said reluctantly. Lifting her eyes to Adam's face once
more, she stepped closer.
"You didn't kiss me goodbye when you
left, Adam. You could remedy that right now."
Adam's face hardened. "No, Connie. You
should be ashamed of yourself. Apparently you didn't hear a word I said. Go
home to your husband and try turning on some charm for him. You're wasting your
time with me. C'mon, Anne." He slipped his arm around her waist and walked
on down the beaten path.
Several moments passed in silence. Finally
Anne spoke. "I knew some would talk, but I didn't quite expect this."
Adam gently pressed her hand. "I
know." he agreed. "I'm sorry, Anne. I'd hoped the citizens of
She shook her head. "It's human nature, I
suppose. They weren't prepared to see you with a stranger. I apologize if my
presence made your day less than what you'd had in mind."
Adam stopped abruptly and turned to face her.
"Not at all." he replied firmly. "I've enjoyed spending the day
with you, and you've handled the difficulties very well." He smiled and
raised his eyebrows. "Rev. Gregory would've liked to spend a little more
time with you, too."
Anne looked sideways. "Oh? How do you
know?"
He glanced at her, taking in her clear brown
eyes, finely chisled profile, and slight smile. "I just know he was
interested, that's all."
Anne shook her head. "He is a fine
minister," she said simply.
* * * *
A few feet away and completely hidden from the
casual observer, Max Benson crouched behind a huge tree, eyes flashing while in
his hands, he gripped a thick burlap bag. His hands tightened on it as the
contents contorted violently, and a silent curse escaped his lips. At precisely
the right moment, he quickly untied the bag and, with one easy flick of his
thick wrist, released his captive.
* * * *
Adam looked up at the sky and suggested they
head back to the buggy. They took one step, and he heard the unmistakable
warning of a timber rattler. With a lightning quick glance around, he spotted
the dangerous viper at the edge of the path, not more than two feet away from
Anne, it's lithe body coiled and poised to strike. She heard it too and froze,
her eyes widening in terror.
"Don't move, Anne," he ordered.
"Look at me." Anne focused her attention on him and willed herself to
remain still. Adam immediately withdrew his pistol and fired twice. The serpent
writhed in death, and Anne closed her eyes , the very sight of it making her
feel faint. She swayed slightly against Adam, and he caught her in his arms,
quickly looking for a safe place to sit down.
* * * *
Benson swore under his breath and slipped into
the deep shadows of the towering pines behind the church. His last chance to do
something vengeful had failed. Tomorrow was the trial, and his blood boiled at
the thought. Muttering under his breath, he made his way down a narrow alley
and into the saloon.
* * * *
Hearing the gunshots, the entire congregation
rushed over to where they sat, several women screaming at the sight of the dead
snake. Rev. Gregory approached them, asking, "What happened?"
Ben knelt beside Anne in concern. "Anne,
are you hurt?" he asked. Candy and Hoss bent down nearby.
Anne opened her eyes and struggled to sit up.
The color returned to her pale cheeks at the realization that she was still in
Adam's arms. She was painfully aware of the attention the incident had garnered
"I'm fine, thank you," she managed
breathlessly. "I think I can stand now, Adam. Thank you."
Adam nodded and reluctantly released her,
allowing her to stand and rising to his feet beside her. He calmly explained
what had happened, while Anne smoothed her skirts and took several deep
breaths, one hand to her throat. Adam watched her quietly as everyone began
dispersing, though a few women lingered wistfully.
They walked slowly to the buggy, and Adam
gently helped Anne inside. She saw Rev. Gregory watching from the church steps
and lifted her hand in farewell. His eyes held a sadness, but he forced a smile
and waved goodbye.
Their drive back to the Ponderosa was quiet
and sweet as they reflected upon the unusual day. Anne couldn't explain her change
in attitude toward Adam. She only knew that sharing the day with him had served
to bring them closer together. She admitted to herself that dealing with the
envious young ladies had shown her more fully how deeply she cared for Adam.
Being protected by him where the snake was concerned had given her a warm
feeling of being tenderly cared for.
As the evening progressed, Anne could think of
little else but her debut in court come morning. She attempted to hide her fear
and anxiety, but it was evident to all. Even Hop Sing tried to cheer her.
"Missee Anne, I make special breakfast
for you in morning. No worry about court case. Everything be just fine."
Anne forced a smile. "Thank you, Hop
Sing. I hope you're right."
Ben challenged her to a game of checkers, but
Anne sadly shook her head. "I'm sorry, Mr. Cartwright, but I wouldn't be
able to concentrate, and it wouldn't be fun for you. Another time, maybe."
Adam touched her shoulder. "Care to go
for a walk, Anne? Perhaps it will clear your mind and help you think
better."
Anne nodded. "I'll get my shawl."
She left the room quickly and went upstairs.
Hoss glanced up at Adam, a teasing smile on
his face. "Dadburnit, Adam, didn't you just spend all day with Anne? None
of the rest of us even get to talk to her anymore!"
Adam smiled and shook his head. "I'm not
stopping you," he replied.
Joe grinned. "A walk with you will clear
her mind all right, Adam, and I guarantee she won't be thinkin' about that court case." he teased
in a low voice.
Adam chuckled and fired a pillow in Joe's
direction. "The voice of experience doth speak!" he returned
dramatically.
"Don't get lost out there!" Hoss
called out cheerfully as the door closed behind them. Adam and Anne glanced at
each other, exchanging grins.
"If I had to get lost with someone,"
Adam said thoughtfully, "I'd rather get lost with you, Anne." He took
her arm and smiled down at her.
Anne's cheeks dimpled as a slow smile spread
across her face. "If I were with you, I wouldn't consider myself to be
lost at all," she replied.
They walked a good distance from the house in
silence before Adam spoke. "What is it that frightens you the most about
going to court tomorrow?"
"I think everything does," Anne
replied, "I've never even been in a courtroom before, or talked to a judge
face to face. I'm afraid I'll be too nervous to answer correctly and I'll
incriminate myself."
Adam laughed. "You won't, Anne," he
said reassuringly. "Once we get there, you'll do fine. It's the waiting
that's hardest."
She nodded unconvinced. Turning to face him,
she asked, "But what if I should confuse the facts and mess things
up----for you?"
He looked down at her, and saw genuine concern
etched on her delicate face. "You really are frightened, aren't you?"
he asked gently.
Anne glanced away. "Oh, Adam, when it was
just about me, I wasn't so afraid. I thought he'd forget it. But now---now he's
threatening you. I don't know what to do."
Adam pulled her into his arms, and stroked her
long hair gently. Holding her close, he whispered, "We're in this
together, Anne. We need to help each other. I can't do it alone, and neither
can you. But together---we can face anything."
Anne's trembling frame relaxed, and he slowly
released her. She looked up at him, smiling through her tears. "You're
right." She straightened her shoulders. "I'll do my best
tomorrow," she whispered, lowering her eyes to hide the emotion that
welled up in her heart for him..
His smile was tender and sweet as he put his
hands on her shoulders. "I know you will. I'm proud of you, Anne."
They headed back for the house, quite chilled
externally, but with warm, glowing hearts. Anne wished tomorrow were already
here. Waiting was indeed the hardest, and she'd be so glad to get it over with.
* * * *
After walking Anne to the house, Adam went to
the barn on the pretense of checking on the stock. He closed the door and
leaned against it briefly, cherishing the memory of holding Anne in his arms
again. She was so vulnerable with the uncertainty of tomorrow, and he truly
felt sorry for her. Yet, this situation had brought them together, and he was
secretly thankful for that. The privilege of spending all day with her only
confirmed to his heart that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her.
He moved over to a hay bale beside Sport's
stall, and sank down on it, his thoughts traveling back to the day in
"I love her," he whispered to
himself, a smile crossing his handsome features. Rising to his feet, he glanced
at Sport, who was watching him curiously. He stroked the silky neck of his
faithful steed, and took a deep breath. "What do you think, Sport?"
he questioned.
"Anne," he practiced softly, "I
love you. Will you marry me?"
"What did she say?" Adam whirled
around to find Joe grinning impishly at him.
Silence hung heavy between them for a moment
as the two brothers faced each other. "How long have you been there?"
Adam finally asked, his eyes narrowing.
"Not long," Joe replied, removing
his smile with difficulty. "I was glad you finally said something---I
couldn't hear your thoughts!"
"Not a word, Joe," Adam warned
darkly. "Not one word to anyone."
Joe nodded reluctantly. "Can't I even
tell Anne you have something important to ask her?" His eyes twinkled with
mischief.
Adam raised his chin with determination.
"She's the last one I'd want you to tell. Promise me, Joe---you won't
mention a word of what you've heard tonight."
"I promise, Adam," Joe's voice had
sobered, and he gave his brother a reassuring smile.
"Congratulations," he turned to leave. "And by the way,
Adam----she'll say 'Yes!' "
Adam allowed a smile to relax his face as he
prepared to return to the house as well.
* * * *
Early the next morning, Adam opened the drawer
of letter writing supplies in the big desk and pulled out a sheet of paper and
an envelope. Seating himself, he carefully wrote a brief note, and slipped it
into the envelope, addressing it simply ~ Anne.
* * * *
The whole town of
Anne quietly withdrew the folded piece of
paper, and read it. She caught her breath, and refolded it, only to open and
read it again. He had written:
"Dearest Anne,
I have confidence that you will do a wonderful
job today. Don't be afraid. If you are, think about this ~ I love you.
Sincerely, Adam"
She slipped the note into her pocket and looked
up to find him watching her, a pleased smile on his face. "Thank you," she mouthed, and
let her eyes convey a deeper message. He nodded and sat back in his chair.
Suddenly Anne didn't feel afraid at all. If Adam loved her and believed in her,
she could do this for him. She lifted her head with confidence, giving him a
lovely smile.
A raucous group led by Max Benson pushed past,
and he leered down at Anne. "Hi, Honey," he said loudly. Anne
recoiled inwardly. Never were there two more different men than Max Benson and
Adam Cartwright. Thoughts of the first made her angry and afraid ~ thoughts
about the latter made her feel warm and wonderful inside.
Judge Warren entered the chamber, and the
courtroom hushed briefly. Pounding his gavel, he called the court to order,
peering kindly over his glasses at Anne. After stating the merits of the case,
he called her to the stand.
Anne recounted the circumstances, beginning
when she was still in
Out of the corner of her eye, Anne could see
Benson's baleful glare. She concluded with her encounter with him in the
saloon, the altercation in the street, and the Cartwrights coming to her aid.
Benson leapt to his feet, swearing loudly.
"She's a liar, the little
tramp----!" He would've continued, but Judge Warren pounded his gavel.
"Order in the court!" he commanded,
and Mr. Burke pulled his unruly client into his chair.
Judge Warren turned to Anne. "Is that
everything, Miss Barrett?" he asked.
Anne nodded. "Yes, Your Honor."
"Thank you, Miss Barrett. You may step
down." he replied.
Looking sternly across his desk, he called Max
Benson to the stand. For the next few minutes, Benson gave his own version of
his correspondence with Anne, their first meeting, and her attempted escape.
When it came to his description of how the Cartwrights intervened, he swore,
proclaiming that Adam had held them both at gunpoint, forcing Anne to leave
him.
"That's not true." Adam's voice was
like steel. "You were hurting Miss Barrett, and I drew on you to make you
let her go."
"He'd say anything to get the lady!"
Benson shouted.
"Now hold on!" snapped Judge Warren,
his eyes blazing. "Adam, you'll get your chance to testify in a
moment." he turned to Benson, "I've had about enough of your
disregard for the truth and this court. Are you through?"
Benson considered his words for a moment. He
sullenly indicated that he was, and returned to his seat.
Adam's testimony was brief, but clearly
stated. He detailed the precise moment they'd arrived on the scene after
hearing Anne's scream and what had transpired thereafter.
"Your Honor," he concluded,
"Miss Barrett left her home and friends back East to be a mail-order
bride. Arriving in
"I suppose you think you deserve her,
Cartwright!" Benson interrupted, angrily.
The courtroom was deathly quiet. Adam closed
his eyes for a moment and sighed, one hand resting thoughtfully on his chin.
His brow lowered, and he looked sideways up at the judge.
"That's all, Your Honor."
Anne gave him a glimmer of a smile as he left
the stand, and he relaxed slightly. The tension of the moment slowly ebbed
away, and he took his seat, grateful that his testimony was now recorded.
Then Judge Warren heard from the witnesses who
backed up everything Anne and Adam had said. Benson made no comment, but the
dark looks he sent their way spoke volumes.
Mr. Matthews gave his brief statement, calling
Anne to the stand once more. He started at the very beginning, and walked her
through everything, only mentioning the letters in passing, but emphasizing
Benson's attempt at breaking into Anne's room at the Ponderosa. Benson made no
protest, but his face bore no regret either. Mr. Matthews took his seat, and
Mr. Burke began his tirade, eyeing her accusingly. His questions confused her,
and Adam objected repeatedly.
Finally, Anne, the tears threatening to spill
down her flushed cheeks, faced him boldly. "Mr. Burke, your client lied to
me. He wrote letters that contained half-truths and outright lies. I think any
woman reserves the option of rejecting a man she could neither love or
respect."
Mr. Burke ignored her rationale, but pounced
on the letters. "Oh really?" he questioned. "I don't suppose you
have any tangible proof that what you say is true. Despising my client as you
say you do, why would you hold onto his letters?"
"For evidence," Mr. Matthews replied
firmly, producing the small stack. He opened the first one and began to read it
aloud.
"My dear Miss Barrett, (he read)
How grateful I am that you have contacted me.
I am a very wealthy rancher in
Sincerely and warmly,
Maxwell Benson"
He withdrew the second letter and continued.
Anne sat quietly, listening miserably, and reached unobstrusively for the note
from Adam in her pocket. She took a deep breath, prayed for wisdom, and felt a
peace and calm replace the stress.
Mr. Burke caught the movement of her hand.
Interrupting Mr. Matthews, he strode boldly over to her. "Are you hiding a
letter in your pocket?" he asked loudly.
Anne drew in her breath sharply, glancing
sideways at Adam whose face reflected the same shock she felt. She withdrew the
note, handing it to Mr. Matthews with a little shake of her head. He read it
silently, and with a smile handed it back to her, saying,
"It isn't relevant to this case." He
picked up where he'd left off, and continued reading Benson's letters.
Finally, the last one was laid aside. Somewhat
mollified and unsure of himself when presented with the truth, Mr. Burke
returned to his seat and his disgruntled client. Looking sympathetically at
Anne, Judge Warren cleared his throat.
"The court will be in recess for one
hour. Following our return, the court will hear closing arguments." He
surveyed the room sternly. "This case will be resolved today. The court
stands in adjournment." He pounded his gavel, and rising to his feet, left
the chamber.
Anne stood wearily, and allowed Adam to help
her down from the stand. "You were great," he told her in a low
voice. She smiled, laying her case file down on the table.
"So were you," she replied. "I
think you would make a wonderful lawyer!"
He shook his head, and grinned at her.
"I'll stick to defending you, Anne. That's enough for me."
Anne pulled the note from her pocket and
raised her eyebrows with a smile. "I wondered if Mr. Burke would insist on
reading this aloud," she said, a hint of laughter in her voice.
Adam nodded, his smile matching hers. "I
know," he agreed softly. "I've no idea how that would've gone over
with Benson!"
Ben put his hands on their shoulders.
"We're going to the cafe for lunch. Are you two coming?"
They both nodded and joined the small crowd heading
in that direction. Out of the corner of her eye, Anne caught sight of Max
Benson entering the saloon with his buddies. She shivered involuntarily. Adam
took her arm. "Are you cold?" he asked.
She shook her head. "No, I was just
thinking about how awful it would be to belong to Max Benson." A look of
disgust crossed her face.
He nodded soberly. "Thank God you
don't." He said fervently. Slowing her pace a bit, he leaned closer.
"Did you really like the note?"
Her coloring deepened, and a smile turned up
the corners of her mouth. "I loved it!" she said softly, a lilt in
her voice. "You are so sweet to do that for me. It helped me this
morning."
Adam smiled, and squeezed her arm gently.
"It was my pleasure, Anne," he replied, "I meant it, too---every
word."
Hoss's voice broke into their all too brief
moment. "Hurry up, you two! I'm hungry enough to eat both Benson and
Burke!"
* * * *
The closing arguments were anything but dull
and boring. Mr. Burke took the floor first, ambling back and forth, and
stopping to emphasize a point whenever he felt it was needful. He finally drew
his lengthy dissertation to a close.
"So, Your Honor, you can see that my
client is simply in sore need of a woman's love to refine his untamed nature.
Now, if Miss Barrett feels she's incapable of being that special woman, that's
entirely up to her. However, Max Benson has decided that she is the bride of
his choice, and that, Ladies and Gentlemen, is his privilege. Miss Barrett
doesn't know how fortunate she is to have a man who really wants her." He
looked around the room loftily, his eyes coming to rest on Anne for one long
moment. "My client has the right to marry Anne Barrett, and she further
has the responsibility to follow through on her agreement." He took his seat,
folding his arms arrogantly.
Adam glanced at Anne whose head was bowed, her
eyes closed in an attempt to hide the angry tears. He leaned back in his chair,
wishing with all of his heart that Anne could've been spared these difficult
and emotionally painful hours.
Mr. Matthews stood silently, facing the
courtroom, as he looked from one to another. When he spoke, it was with a quiet
confidence. Eloquently he pointed out Anne's trust in Max Benson's words, and
the shock and disappointment she had experienced at the end of her journey.
Finally, he held up the threatening note and read it aloud.
"Your Honor----Ladies and
Gentlemen," he concluded, "Mr. Benson knew he could never win Miss
Barrett's heart with love, so he tried to force her through fear and
manipulation into a marriage she had already decided against. He did so in a
cowardly fashion by threatening the life of a friend who had protected her from
harm. Miss Barrett is a grown woman, well capable of deciding for herself in
matters of the heart." He paused and glanced around the room. "Ladies
and Gentlemen, she has decided, and her decision is to be respected." He
was interrupted by spontaneous applause.
Max Benson looked up angrily, his face livid
and eyes blazing. He grabbed his hat and started to rise, but Judge Warren
addressed him sternly.
"Mr. Benson, you misrepresented yourself
and threatened the life of a well-known, well-respected citizen of this
territory. Both are highly unadvisable and foolhardy. Either you get out of
Without a word, Benson bolted for the door,
pursued by Mr. Burke, the latter demanding renumeration for his services.
Judge Warren smiled gravely. "Miss
Barrett, this case is now dismissed. You are free to remain single for as long
as you wish." A ripple of laughter spread across the room, as Anne lowered
her head, blushing.
The Cartwrights and friends gathered in a
small group to discuss the satisfactory outcome before mounting up to return to
the Ponderosa. Adam took Anne aside.
"Would you like to go out for a cup of
coffee? It'll give us both a chance to unwind."
She nodded gratefully. "That sounds
good."
They sipped their steaming cups of coffee in
silence, Anne suddenly feeling a hint of the old shyness at being alone with
Adam. She lifted her eyes to find him studying her, and smiled sweetly.
"Thank you, Adam, for helping me get
through today," she said gently. "I've dreaded it so."
He nodded understandingly. "I know you
have. It wasn't pleasant for you, but I thought you were wonderful. I'm proud
of you, Anne."
Her cheeks glowed with his praise and she
looked down. He leaned forward. "What are your plans now?" he asked.
Anne smiled, shaking her head. "I don't
know yet. So much has happened in the short time I've been here, that I need to
take some time to just think----about where to go and what to do once I get
there."
He nodded. "I understand." he replied
quietly, hoping he could help her settle those questions soon.
They were ready to leave
Adam waited until he caught up with them. He
reached for the telegram and read it quickly, a look of consternation coming
over his face. Anne glanced at him.
"Is it bad news?" she asked
anxiously.
He handed it to her, explaining, "I completely
forgot that my supervisor at the shipping company in
The telegraph boy waited impatiently.
"Will there be a reply?" he asked. Adam nodded, withdrawing his pen
and scribbled a few words on the back of the telegram. As the carrier left, he
turned to Anne.
"This changes a few things," he said
tersely, flipping the reins. They drove slowly out of town, Adam collecting his
thoughts, while Anne quietly prepared to say goodbye to the man she loved more
than anyone else in the world.
The sun was tucking its last glorious rays in
for the night, casting one final splash of color across the darkening sky when
Adam spoke at last.
"Anne, I feel like I'm running out of
time, and I can't bear to say 'Goodbye' to
you." He pulled off to the side of the road and turned to face her.
"You've become a very dear friend to me, and the thought of
leaving----."
Adam looked away briefly, and Anne, fully
understanding how he felt, reached for his hand. His strong fingers curled
around hers.
"I've waited a long time to find a woman
I could love and cherish, Anne. Now that I've found you, I can't let you
go." he paused briefly and traced the outline of her cheek. "I love
you, Anne," he said gently, looking intently into her eyes. "I need
you very much. Will you marry me?"
Anne's eyes widened and a lovely smile lit up
her face. "Oh, yes, Adam!" she whispered. "I will!" She
stroked his face, leaning into his embrace.
He drew her close, his lips finding hers in
the gathering shadows. "We'll have to get married right away," he
murmured against her hair. "I won't go to
Anne looked up at him. "When?" she
asked, nestling into his arms.
"Friday," he replied. "The
stage will run on Saturday and we'll have a couple of days in
Anne sighed contentedly. "Adam---you
dear! "I love you too."
He lifted her chin. "To think we might
never have met---!." Anne interrupted his words by placing her fingers
over his lips.
"I believe God knew all along," she
said softly with confidence. "When I boarded the stage to come West, I had
no idea how differently things would turn out----but He did. He even brought
you to
Adam listened thoughtfully. "You're
right, Anne. It's more than just happen stance. My Pa and I talked about that,
too." He drew her close, kissing her cheeks and lips tenderly. "I
love you, Anne," he whispered again, then "We'd better get on
home---Pa will be wondering what's happened to us!"
Anne nodded, leaning against his shoulder, an
overwhelming joy surging through her heart.
It was growing late when they finally
arrived at the Ponderosa. Ben met them at the door. "I was getting worried
about you---thought maybe I'd have to----." he broke off. "Well, I
see you're both fine."
"Pa, Anne and I want you to be the first
to know----we're getting married!" Adam said jubilantly. Ben smiled,
stepping back from the door for them to enter.
"Congratulations, Adam---Anne, I'm so
happy for you both! To be honest, I'm not at all surprised." He put his
arms around both of them. "Have you set a date yet?"
Adam glanced at Anne, replying, "This
coming Friday afternoon."
Ben raised his eyebrows. "That
soon?" he questioned in surprise.
Adam nodded and explained about the telegram
and the need to finalize some business in
"You do have another option though,"
he said, a mock seriousness in his voice. "You could leave Anne here and
marry her on your next trip home." A smile finally gave him away.
Adam slipped his arm around Anne and drew her
close to his side. "Nope, I'm afraid that won't work," he said,
smiling at them both. "We've already talked about not wanting to say
goodbye, especially to each other. I'm afraid you're out of luck,
Ben shook his head, a warm smile lighting up
his weathered face. "Well, with a wedding in just a few days, tomorrow
will be very busy. We'd all better turn in. Goodnight!"
He left the room and Adam turned to Anne.
"Goodnight, Anne. I'll see you in the morning." He took her face in
his hands and kissed her, whispering, "I love you."
Anne placed a finger in the cleft of his chin
and whispered, "I love you, too, Adam. I'll be dreaming about you
tonight."
* * * *
With Adam's smile etched on her heart and the
memory of his embrace still on her mind, Anne opened her eyes the next morning
and jumped out of bed. She dressed quickly, and hurried out of her room, nearly
colliding with Hoss in the hallway.
"Mornin', Anne!" he exclaimed in
surprise. "Ain't you up kinda early for bein' out so late last night with
Adam?"
She smiled radiantly up at him. "Maybe---
but I couldn't sleep any longer. Is Adam already downstairs?"
Hoss looked at her closely. There was
something different in her voice---a sort of lilt or excitement instead of the
shyness he'd noticed before. "No, I don't think so," he replied.
Anne nodded, and preceded him down the stairs.
She gave a cursory glance around, and noticing his hat hanging on the peg by
the door and his gunbelt on the old sideboard, sank down into a chair. Reaching
for Ben's well-worn Bible, she turned to the book of Ruth and read
thoughtfully, praying the Lord would guide her and Adam as they prepared for
their wedding. Her heart glowed at the thought of him, and an indelible smile
grew across her face.
Adam stepped out of his room and noticed her
immediately. A smile lit up his handsome face, and he quickly joined her,
greeting her with a warm embrace and a tender kiss.
"Well, I knew somethin' was diff'rent!" Hoss said with
satisfaction. Turning toward the kitchen, they saw him standing in the doorway,
a smile crossing his broad face.
Adam grinned. "Mornin', Hoss. Anne and I
are getting married!"
"I knew it!" Hoss exclaimed.
"Yeeehaw!!!"
Joe and Ben exploded out of their rooms, and
Hop Sing popped out of the kitchen.
"Why you yell, Mistah Hoss?" he
complained. "It too early in morning for that."
"I couldn't help it!" Hoss defended
himself. "Adam and Anne are gettin' married!"
Ben smiled as he came downstairs, followed by
Joe who wasn't at all surprised.
"When?" Joe wanted to know after
offering his 'condolences' to Anne.
"Friday," Adam replied. At their shocked
expressions, he quickly explained the circumstances regarding his
responsibilities in
Hoss turned to Anne. "I was hopin' you'd
convince Adam to move back to the Ponderosa," he said wistfully.
Anne smiled sympathetically at him. "He's
already settled in
Immediately after breakfast, Anne whispered
something to Ben. He nodded, and getting to his feet, followed her upstairs.
Joe turned to his oldest brother.
"I can hardly believe you're gettin'
married, Adam! Hoss and I always figured you'd been single for so long, no
woman could put up with you!"
"Your confidence in my charm warms my
heart," Adam retorted dryly.
Hoss laughed. "Pa's probably warnin' her
about that right now," he said in good humor. Adam glanced in his
direction and grinned, shaking his head.
Candy listened to the brothers' conversation,
smiling. He'd been independent for many years himself, but in his heart, he
longed for the security of a family----his own family. Someday, if he was
patient enough, he'd find the girl of his dreams as Adam had.
* * * *
Anne opened her largest trunk and withdrew a
long box. Ben helped her put it on the bed and stepped back, waiting. She took
the top off, folding back sheets of packing paper. Beneath lay a beautiful
wedding gown, well preserved against the elements of time and travel. Anne
carefully lifted it out of the box, gently smoothing the fabric. Ben watched as
she held it in front of herself and looked up at him.
"It was my mother's," she said
softly, "Do you think it still looks all right?"
Ben swallowed the lump in his throat.
"It's beautiful, Anne, just beautiful. Why don't you try it on and see if
it needs any alterations? I'll wait outside."
Anne nodded, smiling and as soon as he'd
stepped out, quickly changed into the wedding gown. It fit her perfectly. She
stood in front of the mirror, arranging the heavy folds of fabric, remembering
that when she'd packed it, it was with thoughts of becoming Mrs. Max Benson.
"I'm glad I didn't know," she whispered to herself, and smiled.
"Mrs. Adam Cartwright. Anne Cartwright. I love it!"
"Mr. Cartwright," she called.
"Would you like to see it now?"
Ben opened the door, and entered slowly,
closing it behind him. "Anne," he said, his voice barely above a
whisper, "You look lovely. It's a perfect fit." She turned slowly,
holding the skirt out.
"Thank you," Anne replied, softly,
smoothing out some wrinkles. "Mr. Cartwright---," she began, bit he
held up his hand.
"That sounds much too formal for a future
father-in-law, don't you think? Please-- call me 'Ben'."
She nodded, smiling, but her eyes held a
seriousness. "Ben, I haven't had the chance to get to know Adam like you
probably hoped his future wife would before he married her. You know him better
than anyone. Do you think I will make him happy?"
Ben crossed the room and put his arm around
her. "I know you will. You already have." he smiled reassuringly.
"Adam has always been very cautious about romance and love. He doesn't
give his heart easily, Anne, but he has given it to you."
Anne brushed the tears from her eyes. "I
love him so much," she whispered, looking up at him.
Ben nodded, a mist in his own eyes. "I
know--- Adam loves you too." he paused, clearing his throat. "And I
love you both." He hugged her reassuringly.
Anne smiled with relief. "Thank you,
Ben."
With another nod and smile, Ben left the room.
He met Adam on the stairs, a questioning look on his face.
"She'll be out in a minute, Adam,"
he said in a low voice. "She wanted to show me her wedding dress. It's
beautiful."
Adam raised his eyebrows. "She's already
got it?" he asked in surprise. "I was going to see if she wanted to
get one in
"Hmm, well, remember, Son," Ben
said, as he prepared to go on downstairs, "Anne came here prepared to be a
bride."
Adam contemplated his father's words. He
hadn't forgotten. How could he? That was how he met Anne to begin with. He sat
down on the top step to wait. Anne didn't keep him waiting long.
He stood up as she opened the door and held
out his hand. "Let's go for a walk, Anne," he invited. She reached
for her coat, and nestled her hand in his.
They walked down by the lake, discussing their
wedding now just a few short days away. There wasn't time for an elaborate
ceremony, but a simple one at the Ponderosa with a few close friends suited
them both fine.
Adam looked off across the rippling waters and
drew Anne's arm within his own. "Anne," he asked quietly, "Do
you wish we were staying here, instead of travelling to
Anne turned to face him, placing her hands on
his coat lapels. "Adam," she whispered, " 'Whither thou goest, I
will go; and where thou lodgest, I will lodge:----' "
With a smile lighting up his face, he finished
with her, " 'Thy people shall be my people, and Thy God my God.' "
He put his hands on her shoulders. " I
love you, Anne. I just want you to be happy."
Anne's eyes were moist as she drew his face
close to hers. "I am happy, Darling. Very happy," she murmured.
* * * *
Their wedding day dawned crisp and cool. The
rising sun quickly melted a light frost, giving the shimmering blue sky an
added glow. Anne thought there had never been a more beautiful day. She slipped
out of bed and knelt beside it.
"Thank you, Lord, for this wonderful
day--- and for Adam. I'm so blest to belong to him. Please be with us as we
start our lives together."
A couple of doors down, Adam stirred and
opened his eyes. This was his wedding day---his and Anne's. A smile played
about the corners of his mouth. Why, a fortnight ago, he hadn't even heard of
her----and today they would be married. He shook his head. Some things in life
seemed better left in Someone else's Hands. He, too, breathed a prayer of
gratitude from a very thankful heart.
Hop Sing fixed a large, special breakfast,
which Hoss especially enjoyed. Anne sipped a cup of coffee, while Adam only
pushed his food around on the plate. Hoss noticed and commented about it.
"Just wait until it's your wedding
day," Adam warned him.
"That won't affect me one little
bit," Hoss insisted,and they had to agree---he was probably right.
Adam apologized to Hop Sing. "Everything
is wonderful, Hop Sing. I'm just not very hungry."
Hop Sing nodded, smiling. "Hop Sing
understand ~ Mistah Adam and Missee Anne get married today. Make up for small
breakfast with big dinnah!" They laughed merrily together, and Hoss
happily reached for seconds.
* * * *
The wedding was planned for late afternoon,
and everyone worked hard decorating the great room for the festive occasion.
Adam and Joe gathered Ponderosa pine branches and Anne helped arrange them
above doorways and in front of Ben's desk as a background for the altar. Candy
and Ben moved the furniture off to the side, while Hoss went to the
"Don't be late," Ben called after
them. "You know we can't start without you!"
"We won't!" they promised in unison,
laughing. The air was still cool, but the sunshine felt warm, and Anne relaxed
in the fresh air.
They walked hand in hand until an old log
invited them to sit a spell. Anne leaned her head against Adam's shoulder and
sighed softly. He glanced at her, slipping his arm around her and holding her
close to him.
"Do you know when I first knew that I
loved you, Anne?" he asked quietly.
"No," she replied with a smile.
"Tell me."
He tipped his head to one side, thoughtfully.
"It was in the street when you looked up at me, and your beautiful eyes
were filled with tears, begging me to help you. I knew right then I loved you.
I just had to wait until I knew you were ready for someone else to win your
heart." He stroked her cheek gently.
Anne leaned forward, elbows on knees, and
looked off in the distance. "You're so sweet, Adam," she said, a
smile crossing her face. "For me, it was after those men tried to break
into my room---you put my robe around my shoulders, and your touch was so
gentle, your concern for me so wonderful. I've thought of it often since
then."
He stood, pulling her to her feet and into his
arms in one easy movement. "I'll make sure you keep thinking about it,
Anne," he whispered, capturing her lips for a lingering kiss.
They returned to the house, and went their
separate ways to finish getting ready. Ben and Joe, already dressed in their
finest, were waiting to receive guests. Both encouraged Adam and Anne to hurry
up if they wanted the wedding to start on time.
Anne changed into the beautiful old dress
quickly, arranging the gathers, lace, and folds with care. Seating herself in
front of the mirror, she brushed her glossy, dark hair and clipped the veil in
place. Leaning forward, she made sure every thing was perfect, and whispered
softly, "Goodbye, Miss Barrett---it's been nice knowing you.". There
was a knock at the door, startling her.
"Anne, it's Ben. May I come in?"
"Yes, Ben. Come in," she called,
rising to her feet and reaching for her bouquet.
Ben slipped inside, and approached her slowly,
a mist gathering in his eyes. He held out his arms, and Anne found herself in
his warm fatherly embrace.
"Anne," he whispered hoarsely,
"You are the most beautiful bride I've seen---in a long time! Adam will be
so proud of you!"
Anne's heart was too full to reply, but her
smile was answer enough.
He stepped back and looked at her again.
"Adam's a very fortunate man to be marrying you. He's waited a long time
to find the woman he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. I want you to
know, Anne, that we're all very pleased with his choice."
Anne felt tears sting her eyes, and blinked
them back.. "Oh, Ben," she whispered, "When I think of who I
came here for, and who I'm leaving here with----God's been very good to
me."
Ben smiled down at her and squeezed her arms
gently. "Yes, He has," he agreed.
She looked up at him, managing a trembling
smile. "Thank you so much for being a father to me, Ben. I miss my own
parents, but you've been wonderful to me."
He swallowed hard and kissed her on the
forehead. "It's my pleasure, Anne. You've been like a daughter to me since
you came. I couldn't love you anymore if you were my own."
Joe knocked at the door. "Pa, Rev.
Gregory is here, and all the guests are waiting."
Anne turned to Ben. "Do I really look
okay?" she asked anxiously.
"You look beautiful!" Ben replied
emphatically. "Wait until Adam sees you!" The organ music floated
softly upstairs, and Ben took her hand. "Are you ready, my dear?" At
her nod, he placed her hand on his arm, and turned towards the door.
Adam stood below with the minister in front of
the Ponderosa pine background. Joe, Hoss, and Candy stood off to the side,
leaving the chairs and benches for the guests. As the door upstairs opened,
every eye was rivoted on the lovely bride descending the stairs with Ben.
Outwardly composed and handsome, Adam's lips parted slightly in a smile of love
and admiration. Soon they reached the altar, where Adam waited for his bride.
Rev Gregory addressed Ben, "Who giveth
this woman in marriage?"
Ben glanced upward and replied, "Her
parents and I do." Anne looked at him in grateful surprise and he smiled
reassuringly at her, taking his place beside Joe.
They exchanged heartfelt vows of love and
commitment to each other, Adam surprising Anne with a lovely song he'd written
especially for her. She was unable to suppress the tears that welled up in her
eyes, and when he'd finished the song and handed his guitar to Joe, he wiped
her tears away, and lifted her chin, whispering, "I love you, Anne."
Her gentle smile more than repaid him.
The prayer, blessing, and kiss completed the
beautiful ceremony, and Rev. Gregory introduced "Mr. and Mrs. Adam
Cartwright" to the family and friends gathered around. Everyone wanted to
congratulate the young couple, but finally Joe stepped over to his brother.
"Adam, I reserved the best room at the
hotel in
"Thanks, Joe," Adam replied in a low
tone. "I'll tell Anne." He got her attention and whispered his plans.
She smiled and excused herself, sweeping gracefully up the stairs. A moment
later, Adam left the great room as well. Hoss and Joe invited the guests to go
outside and watch a couple of cowhands show off some new tricks on horseback.
They sneaked back in the house, pleased that their ingenious plan had worked.
Adam and Anne finished at almost the same time
and packed a few necessities in satchels. She took one last look around the
room that had become a haven for her. Adam knocked on the door, and at her
invitation, came in. He set her satchel by the door and turned to his new
bride.
"Anne," he said taking her hand.
"You're not just mine for the day now, but for the rest of our
lives!" His eyes drew her closer until their lips met in a meaningful,
tender kiss.
Hoss and Joe stopped at the open door, and
looked at each other, both grinning broadly as they averted their eyes. Joe
knocked lightly on the door facing, quickly getting their attention.
"Hurry up, you two," he whispered
loudly, "If we don't leave soon, all of the guests will escort you to
A few minutes later, Joe turned the buggy
around and they were on their way. Ben watched them go from his obscure post by
a large pine tree, a bitter-sweet feeling settling over him. He was supremely
happy for both Adam and Anne, knowing each had found in the other the love and
friendship both had been waiting for, but telling them goodbye---that he
dreaded. He turned back to the guests, an emptiness making him suddenly feel
lonely. Hoss gripped his shoulder.
"It's gonna be hard to see them go
tomorrow, ain't it Pa?" he asked sympathetically.
"Yeah, it will be,Son," Ben answered
softly. "But we'll manage. I'm so happy for them."
Candy joined the two men. He nodded in
agreement, before waving goodbye to some departing guests. "It's a good
thing Joe left when he did," he said grinning.
Ben nodded. Slowly the three men turned towards
the large ranch house and went inside to begin taking down the pine boughs and
help the Rev. Gregory load the organ in his wagon. The special day would remain
in the memories of the men who loved the new couple the most, and would miss
them dearly.
* * * *
The window shades were securely drawn, the
lamp light dimmed, and the aroma of fresh roses filled the small room with
fragrant perfume. Anne removed the combs from her hair allowing it to fall long
and free about her shoulders. She looked into the gilt trimmed oval mirror and
smiled at the reflection. A love pure and strong shone in her face, her eyes
revealing the depths of her heart. She glanced down at the simple white gown
that clothed her slender form and turned to see Adam watching her.
His dark eyes met hers and for a moment, Anne
held her breath in wonder and awe. This wonderful man was her husband---a man
she could love and respect and trust with everything, even herself. He held out
his arms and Anne closed the distance between them quickly. As his lips met
hers, she felt the gown slip from her shoulders and melted into his gentle,
passionate embrace.
* * * *
The young Mr. and Mrs. Cartwright enjoyed a
leisurely breakfast, waiting for Ben and the others to arrive with the rest of
their belongings. They had already purchased tickets for the stage to
Adam reached for Anne's hand and held it to
his lips. "I love you, Anne," he whispered. "I don't know if you
realize how special you are to me."
Anne's cheeks dimpled into a lovely smile.
"I think maybe I do," she replied very softly. "But it will take
me a lifetime to tell you how much I love you!"
"There they are!" Hoss called out,
and their brief reverie was broken. Soon they were surrounded by Ben, Hoss,
Joe, and Candy, with a message from Hop Sing and a package of food for their
journey.
Once the luggage was loaded on the stage, Ben
turned to Adam and Anne. "Don't stay away too long," he begged,
"I'll miss you both so much!" He brushed a tear away and hugged them.
Joe, Candy, and Hoss each kissed Anne goodbye,
giving Adam a firm handshake and manly hug.
"Write from time to time," Hoss
said, blinking back a mist in his eyes. "Let us know how you're doin'.
And, Adam, take real good care of that little gal. She's special to all of
us."
Adam nodded, promising that he would.
The driver was ready to move out, and Adam
helped Anne board, then climbed in himself. With final goodbyes and last minute
smiles and waves, they pulled out of
Anne leaned closer to Adam. "I'm glad
you're not making this trip alone," she whispered.
"I'm glad you're not either," he
returned, taking her hand in both of his. "Oh, Anne, I love you so
much!"
With a radiant smile, Anne rested her head on
his shoulder, feeling overwhelmed with love for him. He glanced at her lovingly
and leaned his head against hers.
The dust billowed up as the stage bounced over
ruts on the uneven road, but it went unnoticed by the young couple inside,
oblivious to their travelling companions. A lifetime of happiness lay ahead and
this was only the beginning------.
Author's Note: While most of the characters
and locations are derived from NBC's popular Western Bonanza (1959-1973)
created by David Dortort, the story penned here is purely fictional. It has not
been my intention to detract in any way from the original intent of the show's
producers.
The End
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