"A Time To Remember"

by

Rachel Anderson

 Ben opened the door and stood looking outside, quietly enjoying the beauty of the morning. It was early, even for him, but sleep had fled, and he wanted time to reflect in solitude. He walked slowly to the old rocking chair and sat down carefully, propping his feet up on a bucket nearby. Having Adam and Anne home was wonderful, and Adam Charles brought such joy to his heart. He also brought back memories from many years ago, when Elizabeth gave birth to their son Adam before passing away so unexpectedly. The resemblance between his son and grandson was striking, even down to the way he lifted his head when music was played. Ben brushed away the mist in his eyes.
 
"Oh, Elizabeth," he whispered, "How I missed you. Adam and I both. If only you could see your grandson--you'd be so proud of him." He sniffed, and pulled out a large handkerchief, his thoughts wandering to Hoss. Lifting his head, he spoke aloud softly,
 
"Hoss, you got your wish. Adam is back home. I wish you were here, too." This time, he couldn't stop the tears. It was still hard to fully grasp the reality that one son was no longer living even though the days since his passing had turned into years. He covered his weathered face with his hands and let the tears course down his cheeks.
 
"You okay, Pa?" Adam bent down, concerned.
 
"Yeah, Son, fine," Ben wiped the tears away, and looked up. "Sorry, I didn't hear you."
 
Adam nodded. "I know. Are you sure everything's alright?"
 
Ben stood to his feet, and faced his son. Nodding, he took a deep breath. "I was thinking about your mother and how she would've enjoyed watching you grow up. Adam Charles reminds me so much of you, and I guess it makes me think about her a little more often." he paused and glanced toward the corral where Chub, Hoss's faithful mount, stood sleepily basking in the warm sunlight. He shook his head. "Hoss wanted you to come back home so much. He'd be so glad to know you had."
 
Adam rubbed his chin thoughtfully. " I know, Pa. I'll never forget what you've told me about my mother, and Hoss will always be a big part of my life." He squeezed Ben's shoulder. "Hey, Hop Sing has breakfast ready. He asked me to tell you."
 
Together they entered the home that had seen laughter, tears, and the storms of life as each of Ben's three sons had grown to manhood. Good-natured bantering between Joe and Candy already at the table brought a smile to both of their faces as Adam went to help Anne with Adam Charles. Taking their seats, Ben asked the blessing, grateful that there were so many for which to give thanks.
 
* * * *
Adam removed his hat, wiping his brow wearily. Late torrential spring rains had delayed the plans for building his and Anne's new home. Summer was now upon them with its shimmering heat and dry winds from the desert. The frame for the house was up, and he and Joe were putting the roof on. Candy manned the sawmill, carefully measuring and cutting the heavy wooden shingles. It was nearing mid afternoon when the three men stopped for a much needed rest. Candy noticed a buggy approaching and shaded his eyes.
 
"Someone's comin' ," he announced.
 
Adam glanced up. "Hey, that's Anne. She said she'd try to make it out to inspect our progress. C'mon, Joe---Candy, let's show her we're here for more than a vacation from ranch work!"
 
Joe squinted up at him. "Go ahead, Adam," he said lazily. "I'm too tired to pick up another nail."
 
Candy grinned at Adam. "I guess you're the only one here who could impress her, and something tells me you're also the only one who doesn't need to!"
 
Adam clapped him on the shoulder and slowly rose from his resting position to welcome his wife and small son. Adam Charles skipped beside his mother, happily enjoying the summer day. Birds, butterflies, snakes--nothing missed his observant notice.
 
"Hi, Pa!" his little voice rang out cheerily. Adam caught him up in his arms and settled him atop his shoulders.
 
"Hiya, Son. Hi, Anne," he greeted her with a kiss and gave them a tour of the shell they hoped to call home before winter. She exclaimed over their work, admiring their skill and praising their progress. Adam stopped in front of Joe and Candy. "I think you've already met these two under-worked partners of mine."
 
"Under-worked!" Joe protested. "Listen to him, Candy! Anne, you'd better remind Adam that slaves were emancipated not too long ago!"
 
Anne chuckled, promising to see what influence she could wield. "I brought you all some lemonade and doughnuts from Hop Sing."
 
"All right!" Joe came alive and hurried to bring the refreshments from the buggy.
 
Anne stayed for a few more minutes before returning to the ranch house. She left the horse and buggy with a ranch hand and opened the door quietly. Hop Sing was crossing the floor from the dining room into the great room, and she stopped, holding up her hand to slow Adam Charles from running inside.
 
"Mistah Cartwright?"
 
Ben looked up from the ledger he held in his hand, "Oh, Hop Sing, c'mon over." He laid the book down on his desk and gave Hop Sing his undivided attention. "Now, what can I do for you?"
 
Hop Sing smoothed his apron repeatedly and looked down shyly.
 
Ben leaned forward. "Hop Sing, you wanted to ask me something?" he prompted.
 
Nodding, Hop Sing began, "Mistah Cartwright, I like to take Miss Jenny to restaurant for dinner tomorrow evening. I no wish to make problem for you with meal. I fix before leave--"
 
"Nonsense," Ben interrupted. "I can take care of dinner, Hop Sing. Don't you worry about a thing. Have you asked Jenny yet?
 
"No, Mistah Cartwright, I ask you first."
 
Ben chuckled. "Well, Hop Sing, you'd better go ask her right away before she makes other plans!"
 
"I thank you, Mistah Cartwright," Hop Sing bowed, smiling happily. He hurried back to the kitchen.
 
Anne pushed the door open more and entered with a puzzled Adam Charles, whom she had instructed to Be very quiet. He went to play with a box of wooden blocks as Anne approached Ben.
 
"Did I hear correctly?" she whispered. "Is Hop Sing finally asking Jenny out?"
 
Ben nodded, smiling. "Yes, he's taking her out tomorrow evening. I told him I'd take care of dinner."
 
Anne smiled in return. "Please, let me do that. It can be a secret for the others, especially for Adam. He's never had any of my cooking yet." she replied. "I'd love to get back in the kitchen and see how much I haven't forgotten!"
 
"That's a great idea!" Ben agreed. "Is there anything you'll need help with?"
 
She thought for a moment. "Yes," she answered, "I'll need a couple of young roosters for frying--- and a good, reliable babysitter." She gave Ben a sweet smile. "You did a wonderful job with his father. Would you have time?"
 
"Would I? I'll make time. I'd love to watch him for you," Ben placed the ledger in his desk and pushed his chair back. He stood to his feet. "You know, Anne," he said walking around to stand beside her. "I used to wonder what kind of woman Adam would marry. It seemed no one was good enough for him--you know how fathers are. But you," he paused searching for the right words. "You are perfect for him. I'm very proud to have you as my daughter." He slipped his arm around her shoulders.
 
Anne blinked back a tear. "Oh, Ben," she whispered. "Thank you. I appreciate you so much. When my father died, it left such a void in my heart. You have filled a great deal of the emptiness and helped the loneliness to go away."
 
Ben smiled kindly and gave her a warm hug. "Let's see if Hop Sing has any tea in the kitchen."
 
* * * *
 
Adam, Candy, and Joe were on their way to the new house early the next morning to beat the rising temperatures. As soon as they left, Anne went to the kitchen in search of Hop Sing. She found him busily scrubbing the breakfast dishes. He looked up with a beaming smile.
 
"Anne!" he exclaimed. "Mistah Cartwright tell me you will cook meal!"
 
She nodded, smiling."That's right, Hop Sing," she replied, "Right now I'd like to bake a cake for dessert tonight. Will you show me where to find everything?"
 
He nodded cheerfully and gave her a brief tour of the pantry and storage room. Anne slipped on an apron and set to work.
 
* * * *
 
Jenny and Anne were closeted upstairs in Jenny's room. Anne fixed her friend's hair in a very becoming style and helped to select a suitable dress for the dinner date. Jenny was nervous and flustered.
 
"Anne, what will it be like?"
 
Anne smiled and buttoned her dress up the back. "You've been to restaurants before, Jenny. Hop Song will ask you what you want to eat, and then he'll tell the waitor. You already know Hop Sing so it won't be as if a stranger was taking you out. You work with him every day. Just relax and have a good time."
 
Jenny nodded. "I will do my best," she whispered.
 
Anne led her to the mirror. "Jenny, you look lovely." She arranged the pleats on her dress, and continued teasingly, "I'll bet Hop Sing will be so impressed, he'll ask you to marry him tonight!"
 
Jenny drew in her breath. "Do not tease me, Anne. It makes me so nervous. I feel like staying here."
 
"Oh, but you mustn't do that!" Anne protested. "Hop Sing is so excited about taking you out. I won't tease you anymore, but he will think you look beautiful."
 
Hop Sing's eyes lit up when Jenny finally came downstairs, but he only offered her his arm and helped her into the buggy. Ben and Anne watched them go with smiles on their faces. Adam Charles tugged at his mother's long skirt.
 
"Ma, where are they goin'?" he asked.
 
"Out for dinner." she replied.
 
"Why can't they eat here with us?" he questioned further.
 
Anne stooped down on his level. "Well," she answered slowly, "They want to go to a restaurant where it can be just the two of them."
 
He frowned, trying to digest the information. Anne stroked his cheek. "It's a special time for them, Son. They like each other and want to spend some time together."
 
He put one hand to his chin thoughtfully, and Anne wanted to laugh but didn't dare. He is so much like Adam, she thought proudly. Finally, he nodded and grinned up at his grandpa. "Grandpa and me are gonna spend some time together, too," he announced. Ben chuckled and scooped him up. Tweaking Adam Charles's nose, he winked at Anne and the two went outside.
 
Anne proceeded to her tasks in the kitchen, humming as she worked, her thoughts on the wonderful man in her life with whom each moment was a special occasion.
 
* * * *
 
A few miles away at the building site, three men stood watching as a buggy came into view. However, instead of turning up the wagon path, it continued on the road toward Virginia City. Adam frowned and turned to the other two.
 
"That sure looked like Hop Sing," he commented. "Someone was with him---I wonder if it was Jenny."
 
Joe grinned at him. "Well, don't look so surprised, Adam. Isn't that what you've been waiting for?"
 
Adam nodded, also grinning. Joe reached for his shirt and slipped it on. "I guess that means Pa's doin' the cookin' tonight."
 
Candy piled another load of shingles into his wheelbarrow. "If we hurry, we can finish the roof before heading back to the house."
 
Adam climbed the ladder once more and positioned a shingle in place. He glanced back down the road, and shook his head, wondering what he'd missed out on.
 
* * * *
 
Weary and dusty, Adam, Joe, and Candy trudged toward the house. They stopped at the watering trough to wash up a bit before going inside. Adam Charles dropped his little toy horse and ran to greet his father. Adam swung him up and hugged him.
 
"What have you been up to today, Son?" He tipped his head for Adam Charles to remove his hat, the youngster placing it on his own head
 
"Grandpa and me went horseback riding," he announced cheerfully, barely able to see under Adam's hat brim. Candy and Joe exchanged smiles. It was hard not to be happy with the small boy around. "Hop Sing's not here."
 
"Oh?" Adam raised his eyebrows. "Where is he?"
 
"He took Jenny to a place in town where they could spend some time together," he recounted, trying to remember what Anne had told him.
 
Adam chuckled. "Did they go to a restaurant?" he asked.
 
Adam Charles nodded. "That's what Ma said."
 
"Isn't anybody hungry tonight?" Ben asked coming out into the great room. "C'mon! Dinner's waitin'!"
 
Adam set his son down in the chair that had served Joe as a toddler, took his hat off Adam Charles's head, and pulled Anne's chair back for her. After Ben said grace, Joe commented,
 
"Well, Pa, you certainly outdid yourself tonight!"
 
"I did?" Ben asked in surprise.
 
Joe nodded. "I didn't know you missed cookin' so much. You must've been just waitin' for Hop Sing and Jenny to take off so you could get back in the kitchen!"
 
Ben shook his head, winking at Anne. "Sorry to disappoint you, Son, but I can't take the credit for any of it."
 
"Then who---?" he began, then stopped and turned to Anne. "Did you?"
 
She nodded, a smile lighting up her face. Adam looked at her in admiration, smiled, and shook his head. "I didn't know what a good cook you were, Anne! Everything looks wonderful."
 
Anne smiled in return. "They say the proof is in the tasting," she replied sagely, "But thank you kindly just the same!"
 
Adam draped his arm over her shoulders. "I'll tell you one thing, Anne---I'm discovering more each day just how fortunate I am to have married you!" Anne's color rose slightly and her eyes twinkled merrily as she laughed with the rest of them and fixed a plate for Adam Charles.
 
Everyone ate heartily, polishing the meal off with her chocolate cake. Several groans later, Joe pushed his chair back and slumped in it.
 
"Anne, you fed us too well. Hop Sing may be permanently out of work."
 
Anne's eyes twinkled. "Thank you, Joe. I'm glad you enjoyed it."
 
"Enjoyed it?" Candy repeated. "Anne, it was better than any restaurant I've ever been to." He looked across at Adam. "All I can say, Adam, is you'd better be glad Anne didn't do any cookin' before you married her. The rest of us wouldn't have let you have her so easily!"
 
Adam laughed. "You're right about that, Candy. Fighting off Max Benson was bad enough. With you two---!" he shook his head, glancing sideways at Anne who tilted her head to one side and watched him, her eyebrows raised slightly. "I was actually surprised that you didn't give me more competition anyway!"
 
"So were we!" Joe said dryly, prompting more laughter.
 
"You're forgetting something," Anne said with a smile and a shake of her head. They turned to look at her. "I had as much to say about it as anyone." She laid her hand on Adam's arm as she spoke.
 
Candy nodded. "You're right. I guess we all knew how you felt and respected you for your decision."
 
"Yep," Joe said, stretching as he stood. "We knew you could've done worse!"
 
Adam shook his head, joining in the laughter. "Thanks alot, Joe!" he retorted dryly, squeezing Anne's hand affectionately..
 
"Anytime, Adam, anytime!" Joe replied, grinning.
 
Ben smiled, rising to his feet. "I'm signing up recruits for kitchen duty," he announced , looking from one man to another. "Anyone who doesn't volunteer will automatically be drafted to wash the dishes!"
 
Candy immediately began stacking plates. "Count me in, Mr. Cartwright."
 
Joe sighed lazily and slowly reached for the empty platter and serving bowls. Adam pulled Anne's chair back for her, and then gathered the silverware and cups, leaving the rest for Ben. Adam Charles had fallen asleep in his chair, and Anne lifted him carefully out of it. She carried him to the great room, sitting down to rock him, and listened with a smile to the hearty laughter coming from the kitchen.
 
* * * *
 
Hop Sing and Jenny were seated at a secluded table in the restaurant, dessert in front of them. He poured another cup of coffee for Jenny and one for himself, glancing sideways at her. Jenny was very quiet, and Hop Sing tried to think of a way to make her talk without just asking a lot of questions. There was so much he wanted to say, but wasn't sure quite how to say it or if Jenny was ready to hear it yet. Finally he laid his napkin down and leaned forward.
 
"Miss Jenny, you have good time this evening?" he asked, a smile firmly intact.
 
She nodded. "It has been very nice. Thank you, Hop Sing."
 
"What you do for good time in England?"
 
Jenny thought carefully. "In England, I live in small town but close to city. I have few friends there, and stayed home most of the time. I read or cook mainly." she paused. "What about you?"
 
Hop Sing smiled. "There not a lot for me here either," he admitted, "But I like Ponderosa, and Mistah Cartwright always very good to me. His other son Mistah Hoss was good friend, too. I have friends in San Francisco and go see them on days off. Sometimes there are dances or socials. Next month there is box social. You want to go with me?"
 
Jenny frowned, puzzled and Hop Sing expected her to decline. Instead she asked," What is box social?"
 
"Mistah Joe explain to me that box social is where lady fix lunch and pack in box. All ladies give boxes to man who sell to high bidder at auction. Lady eat lunch with man who pay most for her box." Hop Sing told her.
 
Jenny's eyes widened. "Then anyone could buy box?" When Hop Sing nodded, she looked doubtful. "I think about it," she replied.
 
Hop Sing smiled cheerfully. "If you want to go, you could tell me what your box look like, so I bid on right box."
 
She looked down and twisted the napkin in her lap. Lifting her eyes for a moment, she gave him a brief smile. "Maybe," she said softly.
 
Like most of the evening, their ride back to the Ponderosa was quiet, but Hop Sing wasn't disappointed. He was happy that Jenny had come with Adam and Anne, and hoped she'd eventually warm up to him more. After several months, she was still shy around him, but was more relaxed in his presence. They turned onto the lane leading to the house. Hop Sing slowed the horse, and spoke softly,
 
"Miss Jenny, you look very beautiful tonight."
 
Jenny looked up in surprise, Anne's prediction flashing through her mind. Her throat tightened and she gripped her hands together. "Thank you," she answered stiffly, averting her eyes.
 
"You are welcome," Hop Sing replied, clucking to the horse, his heart sinking. Jenny needed more time. He stifled a sigh, hoping he hadn't ruined things between them.
 
Ben took care of the horse for them, resisting his desire to ask how their evening was. Hop Sing walked Jenny to the door, then waited for Ben.
 
"Mistah Cartwright," he began, "I like to speak with you."
 
"Sure, Hop Sing. Let's sit down over here," Ben motioned to a couple of chairs and the two men sat down.
 
Hop Sing's face wore a troubled frown as he said, "Mistah Cartwright, I not sure Miss Jenny like me. She seem afraid of me on drive home."
 
Ben smiled. "Afraid, Hop Sing? She's not afraid of you anymore than I am! Why, she works with you all the time. You're friends, aren't you?"
 
Hop Sing nodded reluctantly. "I think so. But tonight Miss Jenny act very different. I not sure what is wrong."
 
"I see," Ben thought carefully. "Hop Sing," he continued, putting his hand on the smaller man's shoulder. "Maybe Jenny likes you more than you think and that frightens her. Perhaps she saw you tonight as more than just a fellow employee. Maybe as someone who could be special to her. Do you suppose?"
 
Hop Sing allowed a smile to replace his frown. "I hope you right, Mistah Cartwright. I sure like Miss Jenny."
 
Ben nodded. "And I think she's a fine woman. Be patient with her, and you just might win her heart sooner than you think." He leaned toward Hop Sing and whispered, "Flowers are always nice."
 
Hop Sing grinned and nodded. "Flowers." he repeated and rose to his feet. "Thank you, Mistah Cartwright."
 
Ben stood also. "You're welcome, Hop Sing. See you in the morning."
 
* * * *
 
Upstairs, Jenny sat on her bed, relating the events of the evening to Anne. "It was nice," she replied to Anne's question. "The food was good."
 
Anne nodded. "Did you have a pleasant time with Hop Sing?" she pressed.
 
Jenny glanced at her and looked away. She nodded slowly. "I guess I did," she answered softly. "I was very nervous, but Hop Sing very nice to me. It was quiet evening." she paused. "No, I was quiet," she admitted.
 
Anne watched the varying emotions play across Jenny's face and sat down beside her. "Oh, Jenny, Hop Sing is a friend who likes you for who you are, quiet or talkative. Don't worry about it. There'll be other times for talking."
 
Jenny looked up. "Did you have hard time getting to know Mistah Adam?" she asked.
 
Anne smiled, remembering when she first met Adam. "Well, it was a little different for us." She explained their unusual meeting in more detail than Jenny had heard before. "Adam was wonderful to me---he was easy to talk to, but then we were both in a court case where we had to talk and understand each other. We were good friends from the start, even though I was shy and quiet, like you. I could trust him, and that enabled me to love him." She glanced away, a far off look in her eyes. "He was so sweet and gentle to me, no matter what was going on or who was around."
 
Jenny sighed. "I never meet anyone I like before---before now," she whispered.
 
Anne squeezed her hand. "Just relax and be a friend to Hop Sing. You can't go wrong if you do your best to make him feel happy and let him know that you count him as someone special. He'll take care of the rest."
 
"It is the rest that frighten me," Jenny answered.
 
Anne smiled at her. "I know, Jenny, but if you think you might love him some day, isn't it worth it to face your fears? Loving a special man is wonderful."
 
Jenny nodded. "I'm sure you are right." Anne hugged her and left the room.
 
She met Adam coming upstairs. He raised his eyebrows and she whispered, "I'll tell you later." He nodded, squeezing her shoulder as she passed him.
 
* * * *
 
Anne picked up one of Adam's shirts and scrubbed it on her washboard. He certainly is hard on his clothes, she thought with a smile, but she wouldn't have it any other way. Her pulse still quickened at the thought of him even after close to 3 years of marriage. Rinsing the garment, she stepped to the barrel nearby and rung it out carefully, hanging it on the line. She reached for another one, as a stranger approached on horseback and reined in her high strung horse. Anne looked up in surprise, taking in the attractive dark haired woman who eyed her haughtily in return.
 
"Good morning," Anne greeted her with a friendly smile, "May I help you?" She expertly dipped the shirt in sudsy water and began to scrub it clean.
 
"I'm not sure," The woman tossed her head and straightened her expensive riding habit. She looked at Anne's damp, but starched apron and the tendrils of dark hair curling around her lovely face and raised her chin. "I'm looking for Adam Cartwright. Is he here?"
 
Anne nodded. "Yes, he is, but he's out riding the fences with Ben. Is there something I can do for you?"
 
"I don't think so," she replied coldly. Dismounting, she scrutinized Anne more closely. "Who are you, the washer woman?" she asked.
 
Anne laughed softly. "No, I'm Anne Cartwright," she answered.
 
"Oh," the woman sounded surprised. "You must've married Hoss. He was always a sympathetic type of guy who took in the strays."
 
Anne managed a pleasant smile, though her temper was beginning to rise. "No," she replied, with a gentle shake of her head. "I'm Adam's wife."
 
The woman stared at her for a moment. "You can't be serious. Adam would never marry a plain housewife like you! He belongs to me!"
 
"I have never belonged to you, Mary, and you know it!"
 
Anne turned in surprise, her eyes widening. Adam stood in the barn doorway, a look of determination on his handsome face, a hammer and bucket of nails in his hand. Setting them down on the ground, he moved to her side and put his arm around her.
 
Mary's mouth dropped open, but she was not so easily put off. Rushing forward, she grabbed Adam's shirt and pulled his face down close to hers. "I love you, Adam Cartwright," she murmured. "I've come back to you!" She tried to kiss him, but he turned his face from hers.
 
Pushing her hands away, Adam straightened, his countenance set and angry. "Stop it, Mary. I don't know what you're doing here, but you're wasting your time." he glanced at Anne. "This is my wife Anne. I believe you owe her an apology, and now would be a good time to give it." His voice was even.
 
Mary looked at Anne, her eyes smoldering as they narrowed. "I'm sorry," she said stiffly.
 
Anne smiled ever so slightly. replying quietly, "I forgive you."
 
Mary turned back to Adam. "We've always been such good friends, Adam. Your marriage to her doesn't have to interfere with our friendship."
 
Adam's frown deepened. "You don't understand, do you?" he asked. "Anne and I are happily married, and I don't want another woman in my life. Go home to Bill. He needs you."
 
She shook her head. "I can't, Adam. Bill is dead. I have no one. I need you!"
 
His arm tightened around Anne ."Mary, I'm sorry for your loss. I'm sure you miss Bill very much, but you have family around here. Go to them---they'll help you."
 
Her eyes flashed and she turned abruptly toward her horse, mounting carelessly. Anne was concerned she would fake an accident to force Adam to help her, but her horse displayed more sense and stood quietly. Without a backward glance, she whipped him into action and disappeared in the same direction she'd come from so unexpectedly.
 
In silence, they watched her ride away. Anne looked down at the shirt she still held in her hands, draping it on the side of the barrel, and glanced up at Adam. Their eyes met, and Adam shook his head sadly.
 
"I'm sorry, Anne," he said sincerely. "I didn't hear everything she said to you before I came, but I heard enough. I'm proud of the way you took it. I know it wasn't easy." His smile was warm and genuine as he took her in his arms.
 
Anne put her arms around his neck. "She's a poor, miserable young woman, Adam. I don't blame her for seeing how wonderful you are, and wishing you belonged to her." she paused and looked up at him, her eyes twinkling. "But if she had to wash out all your work clothes, she just might change her mind!"
 
He shook his head, and bent to kiss her. "You're the only woman for me, Anne," he said gently. "You do so much for me without complaining---but if the clothes washing is too much, I'll see if Jenny----"
 
"No," Anne stopped him. "She does everyone else's---I want to do yours myself. I was only teasing."
 
He nodded, smiling. "I want you to know that I really do appreciate it."
 
Anne smiled. "I know you do," she replied simply. She bit her lower lip and looked away. "It probably isn't important, Adam, but---I have wondered about something from time to time," she paused, thinking carefully. He pulled her down to the ground beside him, leaving his arm around her waist.
 
"Wondered about what?" Adam asked, watching her with interest.
 
Anne lifted her eyes to meet his. "Why so many people question my suitability for you. Ever since the Sunday picnic when I first came, people who've known you for a long time seem to think I was better for Hoss or someone else---anyone but you." Anne plucked a small clover and examined it closely. "I don't understand, though I've tried very hard to not let it hurt. What is it about me that makes me so wrong for you in their eyes?"
 
Adam took a deep breath, raising his eyebrows. "Nothing is wrong with you, Darling," he replied firmly. "And not everybody thinks the way Mary does. She's just jealous. I think some resent you simply because I married you. Not that any of them belonged to me before, but when I was single, I guess they thought they had a chance ." He shrugged, chewing thoughtfully on a weed. "I'll never fully understand such things, particularly from a woman's perspective." A slight smile crossed his face and he drew Anne close to him. "What I hate most about it is how it does hurt you, despite how hard you've tried. I'm so sorry, Anne Darling."
 
Anne's smile trembled slightly. "You're so precious, Adam," she murmured, placing a finger in the cleft of his chin. "I appreciate your understanding, your acceptance, and your faithfulness to me. Because of your love, I feel secure, knowing I can trust you. You don't know how much I treasure that in you."
 
He nodded soberly. "I'll never break that trust, Anne. When I said Till death do us part, I meant every word. " His arms tightened around her.
 
"I know," Anne whispered. "So did I."
 
Adam smiled warmly at her. "I love you for who you are, Darling. To me, you're the most beautiful woman in the world, and you always will be." He lifted her chin and kissed her gently.
 
Anne blinked back a tear and snuggled into his embrace, whispering, "Oh, Adam, I love you!" Looking off across the landscape, Adam held her and closed his eyes, wishing his bride of 3 years hadn't found rejection from many of the young woman who could have been her friends. He sighed inwardly and withdrew briefly, his lips meeting hers once more in a lingering kiss reflective of the passionate love they shared for one another.
 
"I'd better let you finish here," he said at last, releasing her. "I almost forgot that Pa sent me back to get more nails and another hammer. He dropped his down a ravine. No doubt. he's wondering what's happened to me!!" He stood and helped her to her feet, holding her close to his heart before leaving to finish the task at hand. Anne watched him go, a smile on her face, and a glow in her heart.
 
* * * *
 
Sunday services had concluded and only a few people remained in the churchyard. Ben mounted Buck and turned to wave at Reverend Gregory as Clem galloped up to him.
 
"Ben," he said tersely, "I'm sorry to inconvenience you, it bein' Sunday and all, but I just got word that a rancher was robbed on the outskirts of town by a gang of 6 masked riders, and his foreman killed. I need a posse to help me find them and bring them in." He looked at Candy and Joe who had ridden over, and turned to Adam standing nearby holding Adam Charles. "Will you men come with me?"
 
Anne bit her lower lip anxiously and took Adam's arm. "Be careful," she whispered. He nodded solemnly and handed their son to her, kissing her tenderly as he did. Their eyes met, and Anne blinked back a sudden tear. With a reassuring smile, he strode to the livery and returned with a horse. He stopped beside the buggy and reached for her hand.
 
"Drive carefully, Anne," he told her. "And be on the lookout for strangers. Lock the doors when you get back to the Ponderosa. And, Darling," Anne leaned forward slightly, "Try not to worry about me. I'll do my best to be home as soon as I can." She nodded. "I love you, Anne," he whispered and wheeling his horse, galloped away.
 
Anne took the reins, swallowing hard against the lump that rose in her throat. This was the first time since they'd been married that Adam had had to do any official lawman's duty and the thought of what might happen frightened her. She breathed a prayer for his protection and smartly slapped the horse with the reins. Adam Charles held onto her arm.
 
"Ma, why did Pa have to go?" he asked.
 
"Because the sheriff needs his help." Anne replied.
 
"Will he be home tonight?"
 
"Yes, I'm sure he will be. He'll come as soon as he can." Anne assured him.
 
He looked up at her, and Anne saw tears shining in his big brown eyes. "What if Pa gets killed?" he questioned, his voice quivering.
 
Anne felt tears gathering in her own eyes. "We'll have to trust God to take care of him."
 
He nodded, wiping the tears away with the back of his little hand. Anne heard him whispering a prayer, and silently, she joined him.
 
Finally the Ponderosa came into view and leaving the buggy with the nearest ranch hand, they walked swiftly to the house. Locking the door behind her, Anne changed into a simpler dress and fixed a light lunch for Adam Charles since Hop Sing had taken Jenny to the cafe in Virginia City and wouldn't be be home until later.
 
Anne prepared the little boy for his afternoon nap once he'd finished his lunch, and took her place by the window. She wasn't hungry, not with Adam away facing danger. She pushed the curtain back farther and leaned her head against the window facing. The minutes ticked by, eventually growing into a couple of hours. Still Anne waited, massaging her temples against a throbbing pain.
 
At last she glimpsed a lone horseman appear over the horizon. Holding her breath, she anxiously watched him draw closer. It was Ben on Buck---- leading Adam's horse from the livery stable! Anne gasped and rushed outside, fighting the panic that gripped her heart with icy fingers. More slowly behind him, came Joe driving a wagon with Cochise tied behind. Ben dismounted and strode over to Anne.
 
Ashen-faced, her voice trembled as she asked, "Ben, what happened?"
 
He took her arm to lead her to the house, but she pulled back. Taking a deep breath he replied gravely, "Anne, Adam was shot and hurt quite seriously. He's lost alot of blood---"
 
Everything started to turn very slowly and Ben's face blurred before her. She swayed unsteadily and he grabbed her, holding her firmly. "Anne, he's still alive, thank God. I've sent Candy for Doc Martin. Let me take you inside."
 
Anne shook her head. "No, Ben. I want to see him. Please." Her brown eyes swam with tears and Ben didn't have the heart to deny her request. He led her over to the wagon as Joe leaped down, a troubled frown on his face. He glanced at Anne.
 
"He's unconscious, Anne." Joe's voice was filled with concern. "We've got to get him in the house, Pa."
 
Anne bit her lip to suppress the cry that rose in her throat. Adam's face was cut and bruised, blood oozed from a wound on his chest, and his left arm hung limply. Ben put his arm around her, and she leaned against him for support. She closed her eyes, breathing deeply and willing herself to be strong. Carefully, Ben and Joe lifted the inert form from the wagon bed and carried him to the house and into the guest room. Anne followed, caressing Adam's black hat tenderly, and choking back the sobs.
 
She heard a noise behind her and turned to see Adam Charles stirring on the sofa. Anne wiped her tears away and sat down beside him. He opened drowsy eyes, and held up his arms. She scooped him up and hugged him to her, unable to hold back her tears any longer.
 
"What's wrong, Ma?" he whispered, sleepily.
 
Anne drew a long, quivering breath, and tried to calm herself. "Your Pa has been injured," she managed, and choked back another sob. "He's hurt really bad, Son."
 
He clung to her and began to cry. He didn't comprehend to what extent his Pa was hurt, but if Ma thought it was bad--- "Will he get better?" he asked through his tears.
 
Anne didn't answer immediately. "We'll pray that he will--- that he'll get better very soon." she whispered.
 
The door burst open and Candy entered with Doc Martin right behind him. They both glanced at Anne who motioned toward the guest room. The doctor disappeared inside, and Candy took a seat near Anne and Adam Charles. She swallowed hard.
 
"Were you there, Candy?" When he nodded, she continued, "How did it happen?"
 
He looked away and propped his elbows on his knees, burying his face in his hands. Lifting his head, he said, "We stopped at a couple of places and got a few more men to ride with us. One rancher told us the men we were looking for had been spotted near his son's ranch and when we got there, Clem split us up in twos. Mr. Cartwright went with Adam through the woods toward the stables, and I rode with Joe, coming in from the opposite direction. Adam had dismounted and was moving in closer to the barn---then Mr. Cartwright dismounted and covered Adam. I saw a flash of something through the trees off to my right and tried to get it in my sights, but before I could, there was a gunshot. I started running in that direction when Ben yelled, "Adam!" I turned around and saw him lying on the ground, a gunshot wound in his side. He had fallen off a little rise into a pile of rocks and debris. I think his arm was broken in the fall."
 
Candy stopped, wondering if he'd said too much. He knew it was painful for her to hear, and he wished there were some way he could soften it for her, but he knew her well enough to know that nothing less than the truth would be satisfactory..
 
Anne closed her eyes, wishing Adam Charles hadn't heard, but it couldn't be helped. She pictured the whole scene in her mind and felt like screaming. How could this have happened to Adam? A variety of emotions vied for her acceptance. Anger that anyone would randomly target an innocent man and intend to take his life. Fear that Adam's injuries might be too serious for him to recover, and frustration that she couldn't do anything at all to help him right now. Slowly she opened her eyes, biting her lip.
 
"Thank you, Candy," she whispered. "Thank you for getting the doctor and for---for telling me about it."
 
Candy nodded, comprehending her grief in part. He knew what it felt like to lose someone dear. At least Adam was still hanging onto life, if it was only by a thread. He reached for the little boy.
 
"Want me to take him outside?" he asked softly.
 
Anne nodded, a grateful smile flitting across her drawn face. "Please, Candy."
 
She slowly rose to her feet and walked over to the bedroom door. Hesitating only for a second , she knocked lightly. Ben opened the door, and stepped back.
 
"Come in, Anne." He took her arm and closed the door behind her, leading her over to the bed where Adam lay white and still. Joe sat in a chair on the other side of the bed, his head bowed. He glanced up as Anne entered, and she saw tears shining in his eyes.
 
Doc Martin continued to work quietly, extracting the bullet with great skill. The upper part of the sheet was covered with blood, and Adam's nice white dress shirt lay crumpled in a heap on the floor. Anne's knees threatened to buckle, and Ben gently guided her into a chair. He poured a glass of water and handed it to her, stroking her long hair gently. Anne forced herself to look away from the wound. Drawing a couple of deep breaths, she focused on Adam's face. Now that it was washed, she could easily see the cuts and abrasions across his forehead and one cheek. She leaned forward and tenderly caressed his uncut cheek, the tears spilling over once more.
 
The doctor straightened and faced her. "How are you doing, Anne?" he asked kindly.
 
She swallowed hard and blinked back the tears. "I'm okay, Doc," she whispered. "How's Adam?"
 
He looked at her soberly for a moment. "I won't lie to you, Anne. He's not out of danger yet. I removed the bullet, but it messed up a couple of ribs and scarred some tissue. A little higher and it would've been too close to the heart. He's got a concussion and a broken arm." he paused, a frown wrinkling his weathered face and directed his attention to Ben. "He'll need round the clock care and absolute quiet. He isn't to move at all, or those ribs could possibly puncture his lung."
 
"We'll see to it, Doc. The boys and I can take turns sitting up with him." Ben answered quickly.
 
Anne put her hand on his arm. "I want to sit with him tonight, Ben." she said quietly. He nodded.
 
Doc Martin looked at her closely. "You're unusually pale, Anne. I'd better check you over before I leave." Ben got Joe's attention and the two left the room silently. The doctor carefully bandaged Adam's bullet wound and put a large soft cloth around his arm to add some support. After swabbing a light antiseptic over the cuts on his face, he washed his hands and took out his stethoscope.
 
Upon examining her vital signs and asking a few questions, he pulled another chair over, and sat down across from her. "Anne," he asked in a low voice, "Did you know that you're with child?"
 
She glanced at him, her lips parting slightly and looked out the window. "I wondered," she replied softly.
 
He nodded. "You'll have to take it easy and don't do anything that requires alot of energy or stress. That's an order, Anne. Use your strength to help your husband get well---and to make sure that the baby stays healthy. I've a feeling the news will be good for him."
 
Anne smiled and nodded. "I will," she promised.
 
He rose to his feet. "And eat plenty each day. Don't worry yourself sick over Adam. I've seen him hurt many times, and he's a strong man. I expect him to make a full recovery."
 
Anne looked sheepish. "I haven't eaten anything since breakfast, Doc," she confessed.
 
His eyes scolded her, but he merely said, "Then get something right away, or I'll be taking care of two patients!"
 
She smiled sweetly at the command and nodded obediently. Picking up his bag, he turned to go then looked back at Anne. "A prayer or two wouldn't hurt," he told her.
 
"Thank you, doctor," Anne replied. "I've been praying for him ever since he left with Clem."
 
He left the room, and Anne directed her attention to Adam. He was still unconscious and hadn't moved at all. In a way, she was thankful since his injuries were so severe, and being unconscious, he didn't feel the pain. She ran her fingers through his dark hair, whispering to him that she loved him, and watching his face for any sign of change, but there was nothing. Only the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest let her know he was sleeping, albeit very deeply. She stooped and kissed his forehead lightly.
 
Ben knocked at the door and opened it a crack. "Anne," he whispered. "Doc asked me to see that you got something to eat. Here's a tray for you."
 
Anne took it from him gratefully and thanked him. Returning to Adam's side, she set the tray down and forced herself to eat.
 
The time dragged by slowly. Both Ben and Joe checked in with her before retiring for the night. Anne knelt down beside the bed and listened to Adam's breathing. She realized how much she'd taken for granted despite her best efforts not to, and felt tears well up in her eyes. Suppose he had been killed today instead of wounded? Her heartbeat quickened and she rejected the thought, but knew it could easily have been a reality.
 
"Oh God," she prayed brokenly, "Please take care of Adam. Help him to recover quickly. The children need him so much. I need him---I love him!" she sobbed softly into the pillow. "Oh, God! Please, help my precious Adam!"
 
Anne lifted her head and wiped away fresh tears. Reaching for his right hand, she stroked it tenderly, kissing his strong, still fingers repeatedly.
 
"Adam," she whispered. "I know you've been hurt very seriously, and maybe you can't hear me, but it always makes me feel better to talk to you." she stopped and composed herself. "I love you, Adam. I---I need you so much. Doc says we're going to have another baby. I'm not going to raise Adam Charles and the new little one by myself. You're going to get well---you have to!" She closed her eyes and bit her lip, allowing the tears to fall. Gaining control at last, she raised her chin.
 
"I'm praying for you, Adam Darling. I love you so much!" she laid her head on his pillow again, suppressing the sobs with great effort. It comforted her to be close to him.
 
That was how Ben found her the next morning. He smiled, and gently touched her shoulder. "Anne," he whispered. "I'll sit with him a while. Why don't you go get some rest."
 
She roused and shook her head, "I'm okay---" but he was insistent. "You're exhausted. If you force yourself to keep going, you won't be able to sit with him later on."
 
Reluctantly, Anne nodded. She stood up stiffly and stooped down. "I love you, Adam," she whispered kissing his cheek. "I'll be back later."
 
Adam Charles ran to his mother. "Mornin', Ma!" he greeted her cheerfully with a tight hug. "How's Pa?"
 
"He's sleeping," she replied gently. "How are you, Honey?"
 
"I'm fine, Ma. Uncle Joe made a tent out of a blanket and we camped out in his room last night." he told her with a cute grin, "It was fun!"
 
Anne sent a grateful smile in Joe's direction and thanked him with her eyes. She was glad that Adam Charles was so young and didn't grasp the seriousness of his father's injuries. She sat down to breakfast served by a very quiet, concerned Hop Sing. Jenny was worried, too, and hovered near.
 
Climbed the steps wearily, Anne could hardly believe that just yesterday, Adam had been well and strong. So much had happened since then. She lay down trying to relax and rest.
 
A glorious sunset was splashed across the evening sky, reflecting wondrous hues of crimson, deep gold, and purple in the darkening waters of Lake Tahoe. Adam and Anne stood on the bank, reveling in the beauty around them, and taking advantage of a few rare precious moments for just the two of them. As the sun slipped further over the horizon, he turned to Anne, drawing her gently into his embrace. Words seemed unnecessary, the love they shared needing no audible expression. His lips sought hers----.
 
Anne opened her eyes and sat up with a start, putting her hand to her lips. Oh, Adam, she whispered, Please get well very soon. She glanced around the room, and shook her head with a little smile, the dream very real and sweet. Straightening her skirts and smoothing her hair, she stepped into the hall and descended the stairs quickly.
 
The door was slightly ajar, and Anne could hear voices. She stepped closer, listening. It was Joe and Candy discussing how they were going to finish the house they'd been working on with Adam. "I think we can be completely finished by the end of the summer, if we really work at it," Joe said in a low tone.
 
Candy agreed. "We'd better get back to it first thing tomorrow morning. I promised your Pa I'd do some fence mending this afternoon."
 
Both men rose and walked toward the door. They stopped, surprised to see Anne standing just outside. She smiled at them, extending a hand to each man. "How can I thank you? You're both wonderful!" They grinned at her.
 
"Don't worry about it, Anne," Joe whispered, squeezing her hand. "You and Adam are worth it. Just help him get back on his feet."
 
She nodded. "I'll do all I can, Joe," she promised, a gentle smile lighting up her eyes.
 
Candy turned to go. "Take it easy yourself, Anne," he cautioned.
 
She closed the door behind her and leaned against it for a moment. "I won't cry today," she told herself. "Tears won't help him get well any faster. I will be strong---for Adam's sake." She walked with purpose over to the bed and leaned down.
 
"Hi, Darling," she said softly, "I'm back." She knelt down and continued talking to him for the better part of the next hour. Doc Martin hadn't said how long it would take for him to regain consciousness, but Anne found herself dealing with the fear that he never would. Reaching for his hand, she began to reminisce about meeting him, and together they walked down memory lane----Anne convincing herself that he was listening to her words. Recalling her dream, she pictured it verbally, describing the sunset and the beauty of the landscape he knew so well. She spoke in glowing terms about her pleasure of sharing the moment with him.
 
"We'll---take that walk----Anne," his voice was almost inaudible, and Anne leaned forward, scarcely daring to breathe. His eyes opened slowly, focusing on her face. "I---love you," he whispered.
 
"Adam!" Anne exclaimed. She buried her face in his pillow and sobbed out of sheer relief. "Don't, Anne," he whispered, "Please don't, Darling---I'll be okay."
 
She lifted her head, reaching for a handkerchief. Adam's eyes were still open, and though she could read the pain in them, love for her shone there as well ~ they had never looked more beautiful to her. . Anne gulped back the sobs and smiled through her tears. "You look----wonderfull!" she murmured, sniffing.
 
He smiled and shook his head slowly, wincing at the pain the slight movement caused. "I'll--- bet I do!" he responded dryly.
 
"I've missed you," she whispered, leaning close to kiss him affectionately. He smiled up at her. "You're the best medicine--- for me, Anne. I feel better already."
 
She returned his smile. "So do I, Darling, " she replied, caressing his cheek gently. "Are you in alot of pain?"
 
"Yeah," he answered with difficulty. "My arm--- feels heavy and very painful, and--- my chest aches something awful. I--- guess I won't be--- much good for a while, Anne," He closed his eyes and sighed. "I really wanted--- to have the house ready by fall,--- but Pa will understand if we--- need to stay here longer. I'm so sorry." He reached his good arm towards her and stroked her face.
 
"Shhh. Don't talk ~ just rest. I don't care how long it takes to finish the house, Adam," she whispered, swallowing the lump in her throat and taking his hand. Holding it to her lips, she continued, "As long as you're with me, it doesn't matter where we live."
 
He smiled. "You're wonderful--- Anne, Darling." She kissed his hand, smiling through her tears
 
"How's--- Adam Charles?" he asked.
 
"He's fine. He asks about you all the time," she replied. "Joe and Candy have helped your Pa keep him occupied, but he's still worried about you. I don't think he understands how badly you were hurt."
 
He nodded. "Good. He doesn't---need to know." He closed his eyes and Anne thought maybe he'd fallen asleep again. She started to rise, when he spoke to her. "Stay with me, Anne. I like to know--- you're close by."
 
"I will," Anne promised gently. She kissed him again and settled into the chair beside him. For the next hour, she sang every song she could remember, praying as she did that he'd remain conscious and continue to mend. Running out of tunes, she paused to rest, leaning forward to examine the cuts on his face.
 
The next time he roused, Anne asked if he remembered her telling him about the news Doc Martin had told her. He didn't, and she repeated it for him. He smiled as broadly as his facial wounds would allow.
 
"I'm so glad," he whispered. "Another baby---that's great, Anne!" He reached his good arm towards her, squeezing her shoulder, his eyes dark with love and pain.
 
She took his hand. "You are so precious, Adam," she said lovingly. "It will be wonderful, won't it?. Don't try to talk anymore. I'll fix you something to eat." Leaning forward, she kissed his cheek lightly. He held her close, wincing at the pain, and their lips met in a tender, lingering kiss.
 
Adam took a deep breath and gasped slightly. "Oh," he moaned. "I've got to remember---not to breathe so deeply!" He closed his eyes, a frown furrowing his brow.
 
Anne watched him with concern, mindful of Doc Martin's words about keeping him perfectly still. Feeling her eyes upon him, he opened them and smiled bravely.
 
"Don't worry, Darling," he whispered. "Didn't Doc tell you I'm too stubborn to die?"
 
Anne managed a little smile. "You dear," she said softly. "You'd better not! I need you too much."
 
Ben knocked lightly at the door, pushing it open at Anne's "Come in." He approached the bed quietly, asking,
 
"How's our patient doing, Anne?"
 
Adam opened his eyes. "Hi, Pa," he whispered.
 
Ben's eyes lit up and he brushed his hand across them. "Adam!" he exclaimed, his voice husky. "Oh, Thank God."
 
Anne left the room briefly and returned with a tray, sitting down beside him. Ben stood back and conversed with them while Anne fed Adam the soup Hop Sing had insisted upon.
 
"I can stay a while, Anne," Ben said quietly. "You'd probably like to get some rest yourself."
 
Before Anne could reply, Adam spoke. "She needs to get alot of rest, Pa. We're going to have another baby--- did Anne tell you?"
 
"No, she didn't," Ben replied, surprised and pleased. "That's wonderful! Now, Anne, why don't you go on and lie down for a while?"
 
"Pa," Adam said again, "Would you bring a cot in here for Anne? I feel better when she's here ---with me."
 
Ben nodded. "Sure, Son. I'll get the spare from the bunk house." He left the room and Anne set the tray off to the side. She reached for his hand and caressed it tenderly. He opened his mouth to speak, but Anne put her fingers over his lips and shook her head.
 
"No, Adam, you mustn't wear yourself out. Please wait until you're stronger." She leaned closer until their lips met. "Just rest," she whispered, ruffling his hair with her fingers. He sighed and nodded reluctantly.
 
Ben returned with the cot and set it up for her. When Candy and Joe arrived from working on the new house, they were as pleased as he'd been to see the improvements in Adam's well being. They filled him in on ranch news, omitting their own contributions of the day. He lay quietly listening, adding a comment here and there. Ben ushered them out, noticing that Adam was growing very tired, but Adam Charles spent a couple of hours playing in the room. He missed having his father up and around and was anxious to see him get better soon. Anne read him a story while he drew a picture for his Pa, and helped him say his prayers. Joe again volunteered to take care of him for the night and came to take him to bed.
 
Adam didn't rest well with the pain, and Anne was up with him many times. She sang old hymns and folk songs softly to divert his mind and stroked his forehead in an attempt to lull him to sleep, fighting it herself. Finally, as dawn was breaking, he fell into a fitful slumber. Anne lay down on the cot close to his bedside and allowed herself to relax.
 
* * * *
 
The days passed very slowly for the injured man, who was so used to being active and busy. He chafed about being an invalid, but followed Doc Martin's orders carefully ~ they all saw to that. Anne was his sunshine, spending countless hours every day with him. They read poetry together, and she finally got a chance to devote some time to learning how to play his guitar. Though days of difficulty for both, each discovered a deeper appreciation for the other and a fuller expression of love that superseded what they'd shared before the accident.
 
Adam Charles spent much of his time with Ben, letting his father rest quietly. He always regaled him with news of what they'd done or where they'd been.
 
At last, Doc Martin allowed him to sit up and do a few minor things. He rested his head against the back of the chair and smiled at Anne seated on the footstool in front of him, busily knitting.
 
"You've been wonderful, Darling," he said, taking her hand in his. "I know I haven't been easy to get along with lately. I've been grumpy and irritable, but you've not said a word about it." He glanced down, then met her eyes. "I'm sorry."
 
Anne leaned forward, looking up at him earnestly, the knitting laid to the side. "That's all right, Adam. I knew you were in pain and struggling with the Doc's orders. You're a strong man and it isn't easy for you to be confined to bed for a few days." Her eyes conveyed an empathy and understanding that warmed his heart. "Besides," she continued with a sweet smile, "I happen to love you very much and when you complained, I heard your words with my heart. I knew what you meant and how you meant to say it, and---."
 
Adam felt a surge of love in his breast for her and drew her close suddenly, his kiss effectively halting her words. "I'll make it up to you, Anne," he whispered, closing his eyes. "I love you with all of my heart." He released her and spoke gently,
 
"I haven't forgotten, Anne ~ we have a special walk to take---just the two of us---down by Lake Tahoe."
 
Anne smiled up at him, her eyes shining. "I'm looking forward to it, Adam---just the two of us."
 
* * * *
 
Hop Sing and Jenny were walking through the woods. It was a lovely day, and Hop Sing thought Jenny had never looked prettier, yet hesitated to tell her so. They talked some about Adam's injury and Anne's devotion to him.
 
"Mistah Adam very good to his Anne," Hop Sing commented. "And she love him very much. They are happy family."
 
Jenny nodded, a smile crossing her face. "Yes," she agreed. "They are happy. One sweet little boy, and new baby coming. I am glad for them."
 
Hop Sing had noticed a lovely assortment of wildflowers just up ahead and guided her towards them. He talked about various things while picking them, then handed them to her, smiling shyly.
 
"Miss Jenny, you very beautiful and special lady to me. I like to court you."
 
Jenny's eyes widened and she looked down sniffing the lovely bouquet. When she raised her eyes again, they were filled with tears. "Thank you, Hop Sing," she whispered. "I like that very much."
 
Hop Sing took her arm and they walked on. Jenny was surprised to find out how much easier it was to talk, now that she'd been honest with him. She felt excited about her new relationship with Hop Sing. Anne was right, she decided; getting to know him was worth facing her fears. She breathed a sigh of relief and smiled up at him.
 
* * * *
 
The box social Hop Sing had invited Jenny to had come and gone without anyone from the Cartwright household participating. With Adam's serious injury and lengthy recovery, the decision to wait until the Spring box social was unanimous.
 
Unbeknownst to Adam, Joe and Candy had continued working on the new house every day. The outside was completely done, windows installed and doors set in by the time Doc Martin said Adam had mended sufficiently and released him from his confinement, though his left arm was still in a sling. He warned him, however, to slowly return to work, allowing his recovery to be complete.
 
By mid September Anne accompanied him out to their home. For days, she'd kept stalling, but his perseverance to get back to work finally won out.
 
"There's nothing wrong with my right arm," he insisted. "I can still drive a nail and there's no reason to sit around any longer. Besides, this sling will be good for holding nails."
 
Anne faced him silently, the determination on his handsome face evident; the frustration in his voice clear. She nodded reluctantly and got a ranch hand to hitch up the buggy.
 
They rounded a bend in the road and turned up the lane, getting their first full view of the house. Adam grabbed her arm with his free hand, and Anne pulled the horse to a stop.
 
"Look at that, Anne!" he said in disbelief. "The house----! It looks like it's done! Did Joe and Candy---?"
 
She smiled up at him and nodded. "They've worked on it almost every day. Last night, they told me the outside was completely finished, and they're working inside today. It's beautiful, isn't it?"
 
"Oh, it sure is," he replied still overcome with amazement, and Anne flipped the reins once again.
 
"Do you know what today is?" Anne asked reflectively as they neared the house.
 
Adam frowned slightly.. "Uh huh," he answered thoughtfully. "It's the 18th of September."
 
She leaned closer and whispered, "It's the day we met 3 years ago."
 
He glanced at her in surprise. "Why, I guess you're right. It doesn't seem like 3 years, does it, Anne?"
 
Anne shook her head. "Not at all," she replied. "They've been wonderful years."
 
He nodded and slipped his arm around her. "Yes," he agreed. "They sure have." He helped her down, careful to not put too much strain on his left side. Pulling her to him, he whispered, "You're very dear to me. I love you, Anne."
 
Anne embraced him warmly. "You're a sweetheart," she murmured. "I love you, too."
 
 The door swung open as they approached it and Joe stood there, a big smile on his face. "Hi!" he greeted them "Candy and I wondered how long it would be before you made it over here! C'mon in!"
 
Candy looked up from the staircase he was sanding. "Hey!" he called. "What do you think?"
 
Adam shook his head. "You two have done a wonderful job." his eyes took in the neatly trimmed windows and stone fireplace. "Thank you both!"
 
They toured every room, excited about moving in soon. The kitchen still lacked appliances and the upstairs bedrooms needed their doors hung, but everything else was ready. Anne brushed away tears of gratitude, expressing her heartfelt appreciation.
 
She reached for Adam's hand as they turned towards the door, taking one last look behind them. It felt and looked like home, and though Adam had contributed far less to the construction of it than he'd initially planned, yet the love and generosity of family and friends had resulted in the home of their dreams.
 
Candy and Joe beamed. They waved goodbye to Adam and Anne and turned back, gleefully shaking hands with each other. They felt the weariness of long hours stretched over many days, but neither one regretted a minute of it.
 
A week later, Adam and Anne moved into their new home, combining the celebration of the joyous occasion with their 3rd wedding anniversary and sharing the special day with several good friends and neighbors.
 
Ben got everyone's attention and lifted a glass of punch in a toast.
 
"To Adam and Anne and your children ~ may your days ahead be even more wonderful than the ones you remember today. May God smile upon you and grant you the strength of youth, the wisdom of maturity, and the joy of friendship!"
 
Applause and cheers filled the air. Anne gave Ben a hug, wiping away a tear. He smiled at her and moved to give Adam a hug.
 
"Thanks, Pa," Adam said huskily. "Thanks very much." He put his arm around Anne who was holding a very sleepy Adam Charles. "Thank you all!" he said, raising his voice. "You're welcome here ~ anytime!"
 
When the last wagon pulled out, Ben, Joe, and Candy mounted up to return to the Big House, as they affectionately called it now. Hop Sing and Jenny had gone for a drive in the twilight, a frequent occurance these days.
 
After tucking Adam Charles in for the night, Anne joined Adam on the porch. In silence they enjoyed the beauty of the early fall evening, the lovely silver moon, and each other's presence. Adam turned to face her, placing his hand on her shoulder.
 
"Welcome home, Anne, Darling," he said quietly, his voice deep and resonant. "Thank you for making these last 3 years the best I've ever known."
 
Anne's eyes shone dark and gentle in the moonlight as she looked up at him. "Oh, Adam," she replied softly. "You've done the same for me. For the rest of my life, the most wonderful years will be the ones I share with you." She paused and leaned towards him, her voice dropping to a whisper. "Every moment with you is a special time to remember."
 
A slow smile crossed his face. His eyes magnetically drew her closer until their lips met, and Anne found herself in his warm embrace. She returned his kiss with all the love in her heart, the sorrows and worries of days gone by completely forgotten. No matter what the future held, they had their faith in God and in each other ~ that would always be enough for them.
 

THE END

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 my own personal work. It has not been my intention to detract in any way from the original intent of the show's producers.