Two Weddings and a
Anne plumped up the pillows for the guest bedroom upstairs and stood back to admire the attractive decor. "It will be comfortable for Karyn," she thought to herself. Arranging fresh wildflowers in a vase, she hummed softly , thinking about the young woman who would be Candy Canaday's bride in about a month and a half. She opened the window slightly, and left the room.
Adam Charles sat on the bottom step and looked up as his mother descended. "Ma," he asked, "What will I do at the box social tomorrow night?"
Anne smiled and sitting down beside him, ruffled his dark hair. "Well," she replied. "You can help your Pa bid on my box. Then, when you get it, we'll all eat together. It's like a picnic ~ only you have to buy the lunch, not just bring it."
He grinned cheerfully. "It sounds like fun!" he announced. Wiggles lifted his head and thumped his tail happily on the floor.
"Is Candy gonna be there?" he asked after a moment.
Anne nodded. "Uh huh. He'll be picking Karyn up here, and we'll all go together."
Adam Charles propped his chin on one hand and looked at his little dog. "Ma, could I take Wiggles along? He'd love it there with so much food."
Anne had a brief vision of Wiggles shamelessly begging from unsuspecting picnickers, and quickly vetoed the idea. "Wiggles will be fine here," she said firmly. "He can look after the place while we're away."
With a light knock on the door, Karyn entered, a suitcase in each hand. Anne rose to her feet and went to greet her friend. "Karyn! I didn't hear you come!"
Karyn smiled. "My father was
on his way to
"Not at all!" Anne exclaimed. "I'll help you get settled and then we'll fix dinner together. It's so good to have you here!" She gave Karyn a hug and reached for one of her suitcases, but Karyn pulled it away.
"No, Anne," she insisted. "You don't need to be carrying heavy things, so close to having your baby. I can manage just fine." Anne nodded, and went to put on the teakettle.
The two women chatted as they cooked together, Karyn excitedly informing Anne about her wedding dress and Candy's progress on their little cabin on the knoll.
"The dogwood is in bloom, Anne," she said, a faraway look in her eyes. "We're taking a drive out there on Sunday, after church."
Anne smiled and squeezed her arm. "That's lovely, Karyn. You and Candy are dreamers, like Adam and I. It's special to share the same dream, isn't it?"
Karyn nodded. "Very special," she whispered, nearly spilling the pitcher of lemonade she was sweetening. Catching it in time, she glanced at Anne. "I'd better keep my mind on what I'm doing, or I'll be scrubbing your clean floor!"
The door swung open, and Adam strode in, followed by Candy. Karyn looked up, dropping the spoon she'd been stirring with into the pitcher..
"Candy!" she exclaimed.
He stopped. "Karyn! I didn't know you'd be here, too!"
They met in the middle of the great room, and embraced warmly. Adam turned away with a smile and put his arms around Anne, extending a hand to Adam Charles who skipped over to welcome his father.
After dinner, Adam took his guitar and they gathered for a sing time out on the porch. Adam Charles enjoyed it very much, having grown up with his Pa singing him to sleep nearly every evening. Candy especially took pleasure in watching his Karyn in the moonlight. His throat tightened and he felt both pride and tremendous love for her. He reached for her hand and she curled her fingers around his, smiling up at him. They finished with a poignant folk song, and dispersed for the evening, Candy and Karyn going for a walk. Adam put his son to bed and found Anne waiting for him by the fireplace.
"Adam," she said thoughtfully,
pulling him down beside her. "I've been thinking about your
Adam raised his eyebrows. "I dunno, Anne," he replied, wrapping a strand of her hair around his finger, "Maybe. Alot has changed for him."
"Is there anybody that he likes ~ any lady, I mean that you and I could sort of fix him up with?" she asked.
He rested his elbow on her shoulder and thought for a moment. "I can't think of anyone around here," he answered, "From time to time, Pa's had his chances. My brothers and I used to tease him about the Widow Clementine Hawkins. Have you met her yet?"
Anne shook her head. "I may have seen her at church, but I haven't met her."
Adam frowned. "She's not Pa's type, but it was fun just the same to see his reaction. She used to call him Duckie," he chuckled at the remembrance. "Pa hated that! Especially since we heard her do it!"
Anne laughed. "Poor, Ben," she said sympathetically.
"Yeah," he agreed, smiling and reaching to massage her tired shoulders. "We can watch him at the social tomorrow and see if he pays special attention to anyone.
Just don't let him catch you watching him too closely."
Anne nodded. "I'll be sly," she promised with a sweet smile.
Adam shook his head and grinned. He turned her towards him, and cupped her face in his strong hands. "I'm glad I'm not still looking for my special girl, Anne," he said gently. "You're all I ever wanted."
She smiled and leaned toward him. "So are you," she whispered. "I love you, Adam."
* * * *
Candy and Karyn strolled hand-in-hand down the road, conversing in low tones about life, love, and each other.
"It's a dream come true, Candy," Karyn said softly. "To think that in just a few few weeks, we'll be husband and wife. Sometimes, I have to pinch myself to believe it's really happening to me!"
Candy nodded. "I know, Karyn. I feel the same way. My life would be so empty without you now." he shook his head and looked off in the distance. "I used to drift from place to place, not really belonging anywhere, or to anyone. When Mr. Cartwright hired me, I didn't plan to stay long. I guess Someone had other plans for me----and you."
Karyn agreed. "When I lived in
Candy grinned down at her. "Well, part of your dream is kinda close. I was a scout for the army for a time, though I never joined them as a soldier." He stopped and put his hands on her shoulders. "I'm not a drifter anymore, Karyn. My heart is here, with you. Our home is here. It's where we'll raise our children and grow old together." His eyes grew dark with intensity.
She looked up at him, her eyes shining. "I love that, Candy. No," she corrected. "I like that very much---I love you."
He drew her close. "I love you, too, Karyn. To share my life with you is so special to me. Thanks, Karyn----for everything." Her eyes shone gently in the moonlight as his lips sought hers, his arms tightening around her.
* * * *
A large crowd was gathering in the Foster's lovely meadow by late Friday afternoon. Several tables were already well loaded with various sized lunch boxes in every hue of the rainbow, decorated to appeal to the eye of some fortunate gentleman. Anne and Karyn gave their men last minute instructions about what to look for, before settling down on the heavy quilt Anne had brought. Another lay close by for use after Candy had purchased Karyn's box, but she wanted to sit with her friends until then. Adam Charles played with some children nearby under his mother's watchful eye.
Ben strolled over and lowered himself to the ground, greeting the ladies warmly. Anne leaned forward.
"Ben," she asked with a smile, "Do you have your eye on one of those boxes over there?"
He glanced sideways up at her, a suspicious look in his eye. He grunted, replying, "You sound like Adam. Between him and his brothers, they'd have me looking at several boxes at once! No, I really don't. Not yet." His eyes scanned the crowd, particularly where the ladies were clustered together. "I just wish I knew who each box belonged to!"
Anne and Karyn exchanged glances and laughed merrily. "I'm sure Adam and Candy aren't the only men here who know which one their girl brought," Karyn said softly.
Ben nodded, smiling, then he straightened. "Oh, no," he whispered, a dismayed look crossing his face.
Both ladies looked up to see an elegantly dressed woman sweeping over to them. She stopped near Ben, leaning down slightly.
"Coo, Ben, I'm so delighted you could make it!" Ben managed a friendly smile and collected his thoughts.
"Why, hello, Clementine! It's a lovely day for a picnic, isn't it?"
Anne hoped her face didn't reflect the surprise she felt. So this was the Widow Hawkins who had unsuccessfully set her cap for Ben. "Poor Ben, indeed," she thought.
"My thoughts exactly, Ben! We do think alike, it seems." Ben shot a warning look at Anne and Karyn who stifled amused smiles and busied themselves with smoothing the quilt or flicking a visiting ant away. "I wanted to let you know which box I brought. It would be so like old times to share it together again! Mine is the red one with an orange bow on top. Do you see it?"
"I couldn't miss it," Ben replied, smiling in spite of himself. He introduced the younger ladies to her, and she acknowledged them with a brief smile, before turning back to Ben.
"Oh, Coo, Ben! Do bid nicely on it. Well, goodbye----Duckie!" She turned and glided away, leaving Anne and Karyn convulsed in mirth.
Ben looked grimly at them before allowing a tiny smile to play about his lips. "Now I know which box not to bid on," he whispered. The ladies laughed out loud, and Anne put her hand on his arm.
"Ben, I hope you get the box belonging to the loveliest lady here! You deserve to!"
He smiled. "Well, since both of you ladies are already taken, I'll have to find somebody else to eat with," he said, patting her hand. He got up slowly. "I'll see you both later."
Once the auction got underway, everyone quieted down and concentrated on bidding. Adam Charles ran to join his father. It wasn't long before he spotted Anne's box. "Pa!" he said excitedly. "There's Ma's box!" Several people laughed, including Adam who bent down.
"Shh, Son," he whispered. "You don't want to give our secret away!"
When Karyn's box was auctioned, Candy found himself bidding against a gentleman from out of town who seemed determined to have the top bid. Finally Candy called out a ridiculously high figure, and his opponent shook his head. Candy paid for it triumphantly and walked confidently to where Karyn waited. She shook her head.
"Candy, you're unbelievable!" she said with admiration.
"Did you think I wanted someone else eating with my girl?" he asked, with a grin. "C'mon, I know a nice, quiet spot over there." He indicated an area near the trees and Karyn picked up the quilt, bidding Anne farewell. Anne sat back to wait for her husband and son to return.
Anne's box was decorated simply, but Adam had to fight hard to get it, too. Ben almost bid against him---just for the fun of it, but decided not to. A tall cowboy with an angry looking scar down one cheek, swaggered over to Adam.
"Say, Friend," he drawled. "I want that box, so why don't you fix your eyes on another one and let me have it, huh?"
Adam lifted his chin, his eyes narrowing and turned toward the auctioneer. Following Candy's suit, he named a high price he hoped his competitor wouldn't top. To his dismay, he did. They went back and forth, until Adam finally bid too high for him, and the man stalked away in a bad temper. Adam exchanged a roll of bills for Anne's lunch box and, with Adam Charles close behind, rejoined Anne. He shook his head, dropping down beside her.
"I thought he was going to force me to take out a loan just to be able to eat with my own wife!" he whispered, putting his arm around her.
Anne laughed. "He had me scared for a little while," she admitted, "but you're one determined man! I've known that for a long time. I was so proud of you!" Her eyes held deep admiration as she reached for the box and opened it, fixing plates for each of her men and then serving herself.
Joe was more fortunate with Annabelle's box, and taking her arm, walked over to a shady spot near the stream. Ben saw the Widow Hawkins watching him closely, and did his best to appear nonchalant. When her box was up, he purposely began conversing with a fellow rancher about the crops and weather. But then an exquisitely decorated box caught his eye. He placed the first bid.
A gentle faced woman watched him from across the way, fascinated by the quiet gentleman who spoke with dignity and grace. Ben was not without his challengers as well, but finally secured his prize. Paying for it, he glanced around, and met the deep gray eyes of a lovely lady, who he guessed was not much younger than himself.
"Is this your box?" he asked. She nodded, smiling pleasantly. He offered her his arm, and walked to the location he had previously selected, assisting her in sitting down. She smiled her appreciation.
Adam and Anne watched with interest. "Pa seems to have found someone other than the Widow Hawkins," he whispered.
Anne nodded. "I'm glad for him, She came over here and pointed her box out to him." she informed Adam. "He said he was glad---that now he knew which one not to get!"
Adam chuckled. "Oh, Pa's resourceful!" he said, watching Hop Sing and Jenny stroll away. He turned to Anne. "Aren't you happy for them? They really needed each other."
She nodded, her hand resting lightly on Adam Charles's shoulder. After obtaining permission to go and play again, he ran off happily and joined several other children who were being guided by the minister and his wife in various games. Anne watched him go.
"He's growing up so fast," she commented softly.
Adam agreed, taking her hand. "Yes, he is---and before you know it, you'll be washing out diapers again."
Anne smiled. "You're right. But I'm glad, too. I do love taking care of a little baby." She leaned against his shoulder, and he kissed her cheek.
"So do I, Anne," he whispered, putting his arm securely around her waist.
* * * *
Ben introduced himself to his lunch partner whose name he learned was Marilynne Carter.
"Carter? That's very close to Cartwright! " he exclaimed, then looked away quickly, embarrassed. "I'm sorry, Mrs. Carter."
She laughed and leaned forward. "Please don't apologize. I know how you meant it, and it is quite a coincidence."
He discovered that she had been
married to a captain in the navy, but was now widowed, with both of her children
living down south. She had only recently moved to
"You must meet my son Adam and
his wife, Anne," Ben said with interest, "Anne is from
"I'd love to meet them," she replied, her heart skipping a beat.
"Why don't you join us for dinner after church this Sunday? You could ride home with me, and I'll show you around the Ponderosa. How does that sound?" Ben invited.
Her smile was infectious. "That sounds lovely. I hadn't been in town very long, before someone mentioned you and the Ponderosa. From what they said, I assumed you were a very sophisticated---" she stopped, "I mean, a very aristocratic-----what I'm trying to say is, I thought maybe you didn't mingle with regular people." Her cheeks had grown very rosy and she looked down, chagrined.
Ben chuckled and took her hand. "People say alot of things. If I listened to them, I wouldn't know what I was either!" he paused, and she glanced up at him. "I'm just a hard working man who has both experienced hardship and enjoyed success. I hope you will simply see me as a friend ~ someone you can trust."
Marilynne nodded, "I already do," she remarked, somewhat surprised. "I don't really even know you, and yet it feels like we've been friends for some time."
Ben smiled. Glancing down, he realized he still held her hand, and released it with a little laugh. "Well, I'd better help you clean up," he said, looking around and trying to regain his composure. "May I see you home?"
She reached for the plates and cutlery. "Thank you," she answered softly, "I'd be grateful."
Together they gathered everything up and Ben assisted her to his buggy, conscious that half the town was already forming an opinion about himself and Mrs. Carter. Strangely enough, he didn't care, but rather felt a sense of pleasure and anticipation at being associated with someone as lovely and gracious as Marilynne Carter. Bidding her goodnight, Ben touched his hat.
"I'll see you Sunday," he said with a smile.
Her heart fluttered slightly, and she took a deep breath. "Sunday," she replied, smiling in return. "Thank you very much for a wonderful evening, Mr. Cartwright. I truly enjoyed myself."
"So did I," he answered quietly, and reluctantly turned toward his buggy. Marilynne watched him until the night swallowed him up. He was the first man she'd met since her husband died 12 years before who made her feel both beautiful and special.
She entered her room and stood looking in the mirror for some time. Smiling dark gray eyes looked back at her, taking in the waving silvery-blonde hair that framed her face, the rosy cheeks, and gently curving mouth. "You old fool---" she told herself, but turned away before she had time to finish the thought. Ben was a gentleman worth getting to know for himself, regardless of what else she might hope for. She'd be a friend to him, and if he wanted more----?
With a song in her heart, Marilynne prepared for bed, thankful that Sunday was only two days away.
* * * *
Ben drove home deep in thought. Marilynne had stirred his heart very much, and he knew he wanted to cultivate a friendship with her. Her quiet beauty impressed him. He, too, looked forward to Sunday with great anticipation. Candy would be out with Karyn, but he'd invite Adam and his family over. It was debatable whether or not Joe would be at home or out with Annabelle. Excitement filled him, and he urged his horse on towards home.
* * * *
Adam carried a soundly sleeping Adam Charles into the house and up to his room before taking care of the horse and buggy. He unharnessed the horse, carefully wiping the leather down and forked some hay into the stall. Turning towards the door, he blew the lantern out.
Click, click. Adam froze, and straightened slowly.
"Howdy, Friend," a strangely familiar voice drawled. "Throw your gun down and put your hands up, nice and easy now."
Adam did as instructed with a sinking heart, turning slowly.
"Why, it's you!' he remarked with a forced calm.
A tall, shadowy form stepped out of the darkness , his pistol pointed at Adam.
"Yes," he said knowingly, "We meet again. What's yer name?
"Cartwright," Adam answered evenly"
Two other men joined him, one holding his arm and moaning.
"All right, Cartwright. Move." the spokesman ordered, motioning with his gun in the direction of the house. Adam wished there were some way he could warn Anne, but there wasn't, and he moved slowly out of the barn.
* * * *
Anne tucked Adam Charles in for the night after hearing him drowsily whisper his prayers. She kissed his soft cheek, and left the door slightly ajar, descending the stairs with care. The baby was due very soon, and Anne felt more tired than normal. She put the coffee pot on to heat, and stirred the embers in the fire place. The spring evening held a hint of frost, and Adam would be cold by the time he finished in the barn.
The door swung open, and Anne looked up in surprise. He didn't usually finish that quickly. But at first glance, she could see that all was not as usual. Adam entered the room, his hands up slightly in surrender, a look of grim determination on his face. The three men followed him inside, bolting the door behind them. The tall cowboy surveyed the room with a lightning glance.
"Anyone else here?" he asked tersely.
"Just our son---he's only 3," Adam replied firmly.
Anne rushed to his side, but one of the men shoved her away. She stumbled backwards, nearly falling over a small table and collapsing into the chair next to it, a small cry escaping her lips. Adam lunged at the man.
"How dare you treat my wife like that!" he exploded. "Can't you see---?" The spokesman for the three grabbed his arm, holding him at gunpoint.
"Settle down, ya hear? She ain't hurt none. He just scared her, that's all." He pushed Adam against the wall. "Stay there," he ordered.
Adam controlled his anger with great effort. "Are you okay, Anne?" he asked gently, concern evident on his face.
She closed her eyes, and Adam saw tears when she reopened them. "I'll be fine," she whispered. His heart ached for her, and he breathed a silent prayer that she would be alright.
"Ain't that touchin'?" one of the men said mockingly.
"Shut up, Trevor!" the leader ordered. "You keep a lookout from that window by the door. And you, Bud," he motioned the other man over, "You get over to the back door. Both of you let me know if you see anyone comin'."
"What about you, Duncan? What are you gonna do?" Bud asked, a complaining note in his thin voice."And when are you gonna get me some help for this arm? It's hurtin' really bad now!"
"I'm gonna watch our hostages. Now get to yer posts, and keep yer mouths shut, ya hear?" Duncan paced back and forth. "I'll think of somethin' to do about yer arm. It ain't my fault you got in the way of that sheriff's bullet."
Laughter outside caught everyone's attention. Anne felt weak---Karyn and Candy were back. Adam straightened in his chair and returned her steady gaze. Duncan approached him swiftly, his gun cocked.
"Who's that?" he rasped.
"Our friend, Candy, and his Girl---Karyn." At the mention of her name, the man called Bud, looked up, his face growing pale.
Duncan looked at him for an instant. "Yer wife's gonna have a baby soon, ain't she?" he asked. At Adam's nod, he continued. "Git over to that door, and tell yer Candy-friend to git the doctor---fer yer wife. My partner over there needs help to git that bullet out of his arm, and yer wife is the best excuse we've got."
Adam rose to his feet, and walked to the door, the men quickly concealing themselves. Candy was walking Karyn to the door, and stopped as it opened.
"Howdy, Adam," he greeted him.
"Candy," Adam acknowledged. "I hate to ask it of you, but will you please go back into town and get the Doc?"
"Is it the baby?" Karyn queried with concern.
Adam took a deep breath. "I'm not sure, Karyn," he replied honestly. "But it'll be best if he comes as quickly as possible." Slowly he raised one hand to his chin, a normal reaction for him, but his hand trembled slightly, and Candy's sharp eyes didn't miss it. It almost looked as if Adam separated three fingers in some sort of sign. He nodded abruptly.
"Sure, Adam. I don't mind. Do you want to come along, Karyn?"
Karyn hesitated briefly, torn between two decisions. Finally she shook her head. "I'd love to, Candy, but Anne might need me. I'd better stay."
He nodded, and gave her a brilliant smile, before turning away. "I'll put the buggy away and get my horse, Adam. We'll be back before long."
He ran to the barn, noting Adam's gun belt in the hay, and three extra horses in the corral ~ he was already planning a quick stop by the sheriff's office.
Anne looked up as Karyn entered the room, and smiled bravely at her friend. Karyn took in the three strangers, their pistols covering all of them, and lowered her eyes. She approached Anne and slipped into a chair beside her.
"Are you okay, Anne?" she whispered."What's going on?"
Anne nodded. "I'm not sure," she replied. "They told Adam to have Candy get the Doc for me, but it's really for---for the man they call Bud. He has a bullet wound."
Karyn glanced around. Bud sat on a chair beside the door, holding his arm, a look of extreme pain etched on his pa;e face. "That's Chuck Walters," she whispered to Anne. "He's the man I told you about."
Anne's face blanched. "Are you sure?" she asked softly. Karyn nodded.
Adam leaned against the fireplace and watched their captors for a few minutes in silence. Duncan shifted uncomfortably.
"Who are you starin' at?" he snapped.
"You," Adam replied simply. "I'm trying to figure out if this is your way of getting back at me for outbidding you at the box social, or if you have another reason."
Duncan's mouth twisted into an ugly grin. "I could be," he agreed, "But I really didn't know this was yer place. It was convenient and close to the woods, so we hid out there. I went into town to get a feel for things, and decided to take in the picnic." He pointed to the scar on his face. "I overheard someone talkin' about a posse lookin' fer a tall man with a long scar on his cheek, and left in a hurry, meetin' my friends back here. When you came, we took over."
"What have you done?" Adam asked bluntly.
"Robbed the bank at Silver Springs," Duncan replied. He looked over at the women, and frowned. "We just need a place to stay until the posse fergets about seein' any of us around these parts. I don't wanna hurt nobody, especially one with child, but I ain't gonna let any of you try to break out." He slowly roved his gun back and forth. "Jest keep quiet when the Doc gets here, and----."
Anne suddenly turned pale, and leaned forward with a slight gasp, her arms pressed against her abdomen. Adam shot a quick look at Duncan and was by her side instantly.
She looked up at him in anguish, and he closed his eyes briefly, taking her hand. Not now---surely the baby wasn't coming now. He squeezed her shoulder, and whispered, "You'll be okay, Anne Darling, just take it easy, and try to relax."
Anne nodded. "I'll try," she whispered, gripping his hand.
Adam looked up at Duncan. "When the Doc gets here, he'll be checking on my wife first," he said firmly. Duncan glowered at him, but made no reply.
Karyn and Adam helped Anne to the guest bedroom and made her comfortable. Karyn turned to Adam, flecks of fear darkening her emerald eyes.
"May I stay with her please? That man---Bud---worked for my father. I --- I'd rather not be around him."
Adam nodded, and bent to kiss Anne. "If you need me, tell Karyn," he whispered, looking deep into her eyes. "I love you."
She smiled and pulled him close again. "I love you, too, Adam. Don't worry about me---I'll be fine."
Duncan peeked in the room. "Hurry up in there," he ordered. "Git back out here." Adam stood to his full height and lifted his chin, meeting his eyes. The other man dropped his gaze and stepped back, allowing Adam to exit the room.
Anne looked up at Karyn. "I'm so glad you're here. I hope Candy and the Doc get here soon."
Karyn nodded, her eyes gleaming with unshed tears. "So do I," she whispered.
* * * *
Candy strode down the sidewalk in Virginia City, straight to the sheriff's office. He wasn't sure what was wrong, or why Adam's gun belt was thrown down in the hay, but it wasn't like him to be careless. Three extra horses, too. Clem glanced up as he entered.
"Hello, Candy. It's kinds late to be stoppin' by, isn't it? I figured you'd still be out with that little gal of yours!"
Candy grinned briefly. "Yeah, I was, but there's something wrong out at Adam Cartwright's place. When we got there, he met us at the door, and acted sort of nervous---well, his hand was trembling anyway. He asked me to get the Doc, and when Karyn asked him if it was Anne's baby, he said he wasn't sure, but to get him anyway." Candy paused, and went on, "I stopped by the barn to get a fresh mount, and his gun belt was laying in the hay, just inside the barn door. There's three strange horses out in the corral. I don't know what to make of it, but I think something's going on."
Clem frowned, and nodded. "You're right, it doesn't sound like Adam to be nervous or careless," he agreed. "C'mon, Candy, I'll get a couple of men while you get the Doc."
Minutes later, six men rode swiftly out of town---Candy, the Doc, Clem, and three deputies, all with one purpose in mind ~ to get to the Cartwrights before any lives were lost. Candy's mind was on a certain young woman with auburn hair, and gentle green eyes, whose love warmed his heart and enriched his life.
At last they could see the ranch just beyond the grove of pines, and Clem held up his hand.
"All right, Men--- the Doc will go first. He's expected; we're not. We'll surround the house, and Candy, after Doc goes in, you scout around and help us get ready to take some prisoners." He motioned for absolute quiet and they advanced stealthily until the house was a few hundred feet away.
Dismounting, each man tied his horse securely to a tree, except for Doc Martin, who rode up to the house and tethered his to the hitching post. He grabbed his black bag, and rushed to the house, pausing to knock sharply.
Adam turned to look at Duncan, "That's the Doc," he said with relief.
Duncan raised his eyebrows. "It better be him," he said roughly. "Well, go on---open the door!"
Adam pulled the door open, and Doc Martin rushed in. Duncan stepped forward, his pistol cocked. The doctor stopped in his tracks, his eyes widening. Adam took his arm.
"Anne's in here," he said, guiding the stunned man towards the bedroom door. Duncan folded his arms and leaned against the wall.
Karyn stood up as soon as the doctor entered. "Is Candy with you?" she asked softly.
Doc Martin nodded, but said nothing. Pulling up a chair, he sat down beside Anne. "Well, Anne, how are we this evening?"
Anne smiled, pain reflected on her face. "Okay, I guess, Doc. I didn't think it would be this soon, though," Her gaze shifted to Adam's face, and she reached for his hand.
"It's likely the stress of whatever's going on out there that induced labor early, but we can't be sure," Doc replied tersely.
He asked her a few more questions, then turned to Adam. "She seems to be doing just fine, Son. She'll be giving you another fine boy---or a beautiful girl in the very near future."
Adam smiled and raised her hand to his lips, his eyes gentle and loving, despite the tension he felt.
Duncan knocked on the door facing. "Doc, I've got a man out here that has a bullet in his arm. You've gotta get it out now. C'mon." His voice left the doctor no choice and with a weapon at his back, he followed the man to the other room.
Outside, Candy crept up to the window and saw Doc's shadow. He ducked out of sight, flattening himself against the house. He motioned a deputy over, holding up three fingers. Suddenly they heard Duncan's voice.
"Hey, what'-yer-name--Cartwright? Where's yer Candy-friend? How come he's not here with the Doc?" Candy's eyes widened, and a smile crossed his face.
Adam searched in his mind for a reason. "Candy's probably out in the barn--- taking care of the horses."
"Yeah? We'll he'd better be comin' in soon. I like to have everyone where I can see them."
In the other room, Doc Martin took advantage of Duncan's brief absence and applied a small amount of ether to a cloth. In seconds, it had taken effect, and Doc worked quickly removing the bullet. .
Karyn sat by the bedside, choking back tears. The uncertainty of Candy's welfare and whereabouts was more than she could take, but she forced herself to stay away from the window. Duncan stood outside the door, watching their every move. Time passed slowly for those inside the house, and even slower for the men outside, waiting for an opportunity to force a surrender.
Doc Martin picked up his bag, and walked with forced confidence into the great room.
"Your friend will be fine," he told Duncan. "Excuse me, please." He attempted to enter the bedroom where Anne was.
Duncan stood still, his arms crossed. "Doc, that man that came fer ya---where is he?"
"I'm not sure," the Doc replied honestly. "I knew my way out here, so he wasn't obligated to show me."
"Uh-huh," Duncan looked unconvinced. He momentarily turned his back to Adam, and he, looking out the window, caught a glimpse of Candy's face. With his head, he motioned for Doc to move away, and the doctor shifted slightly to his other foot.
Adam lunged forward, catching Duncan off guard, and tackling him. His gun discharged harmlessly, and Adam knocked it out of hand, wrestling the taller man to the floor. Trevor came running as the front door flew open, and Candy and Clem stood there, guns drawn. Clem stepped forward.
"Drop your gun to the floor," he ordered. Trevor let it slip from his fingers, raising his hands, Adam grabbed Duncan by the shirt, hauling him to his feet. The deputies arrived swiftly, and covered the criminals while Clem handcuffed them---except for Bud who was still unconscious. They tied him on a horse, ordering the others to mount up. Each deputy rode with his prisoner, holding the reins and a rope tied to the handcuffs.
"Thanks very much, Clem," Adam spoke with grateful sincerity. "I really appreciate you coming out here so late."
Clem allowed a smile to replace the sober expression he often wore in his line of work. "That's all right, Adam," he replied, mounting his horse, "I'm glad you folks are okay. Let me know about the baby next time you're in town."
Adam nodded, smiling, and waved goodbye to the quartet of lawmen. He glanced upward, and took a deep breath.
"Thank You," he whispered, one arm braced against the door facing. He closed hie eyes---
The sound of a baby crying brought him instantly back to the present. He spun on his heel and rushed into the bedroom. Doc Martin glanced up at him, a weary smile lighting up his lined face.
"You've got a fine daughter, Adam," he said, carefully washing the wailing infant and wrapping her in a blanket that Karyn handed him. He stepped to the bedside and laid her in Anne's arms. Adam sat down beside her, scarcely daring to breathe.
"She's beautiful, Anne---just like you," he whispered, stroking a tiny fist. He smiled at Anne, and leaning forward, kissed her tenderly.
Anne's dark eyes lit up. "Thank you, Adam. She is a beautiful baby," she replied softly. Candy entered the room, and paused to look at the new baby before catching Karyn's hand. Together they left the room, and once out in the great room, Candy took her in his arms.
"Oh, Karyn," he said softly against her hair, "I was so worried about you. Even more so after I recognized Chuck Walters."
Karyn clung to him, tears of relief streaming down her cheeks. "Oh, Candy," she sniffed, "I love you!"
Candy straightened slightly and tipped his head back to look at her. "You're more beautiful than ever, Karyn," he whispered. "I love you, too!" He kissed her gently, holding her close.
Doc Martin stepped out of the bedroom, and smilingly looked away. Clearing his throat, he couldn't help asking,
"When is your wedding again?" Candy released Karyn, and they turned to face him.
She smiled radiantly, replying, "Easter Sunday." Candy nodded.
"That's right." the doctor affirmed. " Well, I'm very happy for you both. Someday you'll be needing my services, too!"
Karyn caught her breath, blushing, but Candy smiled and drew her arm within his. "I hope so, Doc," he replied. Turning to Karyn, he spoke softly.
"I hate to leave, Darling, but Mr. Cartwright will rent my room out to someone else if I don't start making use of it again! I'll see you tomorrow." With another embrace, Candy left the house, leaving Karyn watching from the doorway, a lovely smile gracing her features.
Doc Martin spoke again with Adam and Anne, admired the new addition to the Cartwright family once more, and excused himself to return to Virginia City.
"It's well past midnight, folks. Drop in and see me next time you're in town. Oh, and Adam---" he slipped into his coat. "Try to keep those outlaws away. It's not good for your family life!"
Adam laughed, shaking Doc's hand. "Do you think I invited them here, Doc?" He paid the bill and locked the front door before returning to his wife and baby daughter.
He brought his guitar in and sang softly while Anne nursed the baby, both having decided to wait a few more hours until Adam Charles awoke to tell him about her. As Adam sang, he thought about various names that would sound nice together, but in the middle of a song, he suddenly stopped.
"I've got it, Anne!" he exclaimed.
"What have you got?" she asked sweetly, her eyes on the baby.
"The perfect name for her." Anne lifted her head, and waited. "Elizabeth Anne. Do you like it?"
Anne reached for his hand. "I love it," she replied. "It's a beautiful name for her, Adam. Elizabeth ~ for your mother" She smiled up at him, and he set the guitar aside, embracing both of them.
"And Anne for her's," He stroked the baby's cheek and smiled at Anne, leaning closer to kiss her lovingly.
"Pa will certainly be surprised," he mused, sitting back to watch them. Anne nodded. She could hardly wait to show their daughter to Ben. And Adam Charles----he'd be so excited to have a little sister!
* * * *
Candy joined Ben and Joe for breakfast early the next morning. Ben scrutinized his foreman carefully.
"Well, Candy," he began, "I didn't hear you come in last night."
Candy glanced up. "I was at Adam's till pretty late," he admitted. "They had quite a bit of excitement there last night."
Joe laid his knife down. "What kind of excitement, Candy?"
"Oh, some bank robbers decided to stop by and hold Adam and Anne hostage for a few hours---" his explanation was quickly halted as Ben rose to his feet, throwing his napkin down on the chair.
"Bank robbers!" he exclaimed. "Why didn't you tell me when you got in last night?" He was already on his way to the door, buckling on his gun belt as Candy answered.
"Everything was settled by then, Mr. Cartwright. Clem and his deputies took them to the jail and locked them up---there was no reason to disturb your rest."
Ben shot an exasperated look at his trusted foreman. "Joe, are you comin' too?"
Joe nodded, reaching for his hat. In silence they saddled their horses, both Cartwrights troubled and anxious at the news they'd just received.
* * * *
It was a very short night for both Adam and Anne. Baby Elizabeth slept soundly and peacefully in her mother's arms, lovingly watched over by her father. When morning's light awakened him, Adam wearily slipped out of bed, stretched, and dressed rapidly. He had some good news to pass along!
He climbed the stairs quietly and woke Adam Charles up. Helping him dress, he conversed with him about things of interest to the little boy, then while Adam Charles tied his shoes, he whispered,
"There's a surprise waiting downstairs for you."
Adam Charles looked up, his eyes widening. "A surprise?" he asked, a happy smile lighting up his handsome little face.
"Uh huh," Adam answered. "Let's go, Son." Together they descended the stairs, the youngster glancing around, trying to locate the surprise.
Adam motioned toward the guest room. "In here," he said quietly. Pushing the door open, he allowed his son to enter, following close behind.
Adam Charles tiptoed over to the bed, his mouth forming a perfect O. He looked up at his father.
"Ma had the baby last night?" he asked incredulously. Anne opened her eyes and smiled at him, holding out her hand.
Adam nodded. "That's right, Son. Meet your little sister ~ Elizabeth Anne."
Adam Charles took his mother's hand and leaned closer to observe his baby sister. A smile grew across his face, stretching from ear to ear.
"Hi, Elizabeth," he whispered. "I've been waiting for you to get here for ever so long!" Little Elizabeth's lashes fluttered, and she looked at her brother with soft brown eyes.
Adam and Anne exchanged smiles. The love they felt for each other had only grown with the addition of each child. Now with both Adam Charles and Elizabeth Anne, it seemed their small family was complete.
Adam and Adam Charles left for the kitchen to rustle up something for breakfast, leaving Anne to contemplate the joy and contentment of motherhood. She looked down at the tiny newborn, so precious and sweet, and lifted her heart in thanksgiving to the One Whose careful planning had given her the very best in life.
* * * *
The three men rode at top speed to Adam's ranch, Candy hiding a smile. He hadn't told them the best part of the excitement from last night. Ben and Joe would find that out on their own!
Candy offered to care for the horses, and Ben and Joe ran quickly to the house, pausing only long enough to knock. Ben pushed the door open as Adam came out of the kitchen, still wearing the apron he'd donned for cooking. He raised his eyebrows in surprise.
"Pa! Joe! Come in---You're getting an early start to your day, aren't you?" He welcomed them with a broad smile. Ben glanced at him sharply.
"Candy told us about last night. Did those outlaws hurt you or Anne?"
Adam shook his head. "No, they just wanted a place to hide until they could get away. One of them was injured, so when Candy and Karyn got here, they told me to have him get the Doc---supposedly for Anne. He alerted Clem, and they were able to capture the men without anyone getting hurt."
Ben sighed with relief. He glanced around the room. and opened his mouth to speak when Adam Charles ran into the room.
"Grandpa!!" he called excitedly, "Uncle Joe! Come and see the surprise!"
Ben moved across the room and nearly collided with Karyn who fairly flew down the stairs and towards the door.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Cartwright!" she apologized breathlessly, running outside.
Adam raised his eyebrows. "I wonder where she's going in such a hurry?"
Ben smiled. "Candy's out in the barn," he said, matter of fact. Adam nodded knowingly. That explained everything.
Adam Charles took his grandpa's hand and led him to the bedroom. "Look, Grandpa---Uncle Joe! he said happily, pointing to the bed. Anne smiled and moved the blanket back from Elizabeth's face.
Ben moved closer, an expression of awe on his face. He turned to Joe with a smile.
"Would you look at that?" he whispered. "Isn't she beautiful?"
"She sure is," Joe agreed. "What'd you name her?"
Adam crowded past them to sit beside Anne. "Her name is Elizabeth Anne," he replied, lifting Adam Charles to his knee.
Ben glanced up at him. "Elizabeth Anne," he repeated softly. "I like that."
"Would you like to hold her, Ben?" Anne asked. He nodded and reached for his first granddaughter. Baby Elizabeth opened her eyes and looked up at him wonderingly.
Ben shook his head, smiling. "She's a real winner! Looks just like you, Anne!" he proclaimed. Joe held her for a short time, admiring his niece, before returning her to Anne.
"So this is why Candy brought us out here, " Ben spoke with understanding. "All he told us about was the---" he stopped and glanced at Adam Charles. "I'm glad everyone is doing so well," he finished.
"Say, Pa," Adam suddenly remembered. "Who was your friend at the social last evening?"
Ben lifted his head with alacrity. "Oh, that was Marilynne Carter. She's from New England, and the widow of a Naval commanding officer. She just recently moved to Virginia City."
Adam smiled, winking at Anne. "You really got acquainted with her, didn't you, Pa?" he teased.
Ben eyed him apprehensively. "She's coming to the Ponderosa for dinner tomorrow after church. I was hoping you could be there, too."
"Perhaps we can," Anne said thoughtfully, "We may give it a try, though I don't think we'll be able to make it to church yet."
Adam nodded. "We'll have Sunday School for the children here." A slow smile teased the corners of his mouth. "Are you sure you wouldn't rather host Mrs. Carter by yourself, Pa?"
Ben's mouth was set in a straight line. "Now, you listen to me, Son," he answered firmly. "Mrs. Carter is a lovely woman who needs friends. We'll be good friends to her and help her find her place in Virginia City."
"Virginia City---or the Ponderosa?" Adam couldn't resist asking, his eyes twinkling. Joe finally gave up trying to suppress his laughter. Ben looked disparagingly at them both.
"Oh, you boys---!!" he strode from the room and left the house, taking a deep breath in the crisp spring air. One thing was true---he did hope Marilynne Carter would like the Ponderosa!
* * * *
Karyn pushed the barn door open and paused, allowing her eyes to adjust to the dimly lit room. She saw Candy over at the far stall, brushing down Buck. Creeping along quietly, she sneaked up behind him.
Calming her pounding heart, she leaned forward slightly. "Hello, Candy," she said softly.
Candy jumped and whirled around, dropping the brush. "Karyn!" he exclaimed, one hand over his heart. "I nearly jumped out of my skin!" He wrapped his arms around her. "Oh, it's good to see you again!" He kissed her tenderly, smiling down at her.
Karyn pulled him over to a hay bale, where they sat down side by side and discussed wedding plans and hopes for the future. Time passed swiftly until they heard Ben exit the house. Candy looked up in surprise.
"It must be near the noon hour," he guessed. "Time goes by too fast when we're together," he pulled her into his arms.
Karyn nodded. "One day that won't make a difference, Candy Darling," she whispered. His arms tightened around her. "I'd better go give them a hand with lunch," she continued reluctantly.
He slowly released her, lifting her chin gently. "I love you, Karyn," he said huskily. Karyn's smile was warm and affectionate.
"I love you, too, Candy." she whispered and returned his kiss, her heart throbbing with love for the handsome man whose arms held her in his tender embrace.
They joined Ben outside and walked into the house with him. Both Ben and Karyn assisted Adam in preparing lunch, while Ben made sure that Mrs. Carter did not become the topic of conversation.
* * * *
Marilynne Carter dressed carefully for church, conscious of the company she was to keep afterwards. She took time for a quiet prayer before walking the short distance to the little white frame church, Taking her seat, she bowed her head reverently, waiting for the rest of the congregation to trickle in. It wasn't long before someone paused beside her. She looked up into Ben Cartwright's smiling face and felt her pulse quicken.
"Good morning, Mrs. Carter," he greeted her cheerfully, "May I sit here with you?"
Nodding, she moved her full skirt and Bible out of the way, making room for him. Marilynne knew that several pairs of eyes had turned in their direction, and readjusting her gloves, smiled up at him.
"How are you this morning?" she asked softly.
They conversed in low tones until the service began, and afterwards, Ben introduced her to the other parishoners. He noticed the Widow Hawkins openly staring at Marilynne, and on the way to the buggy, introduced the two women. Widow Hawkins nodded and turned away quickly, sweeping up the sidewalk, her head held high. Ben shrugged thoughtfully and helped Marilynne into the buggy.
The ride to the Ponderosa was pleasant for them both. Marilynne loved the outdoors and was very enthusiastic about the beauty of his land. Ben was charmed by her grace and mannerisms and found himself thinking that here was a woman whose company he could enjoy at all times. The Ponderosa would thrive under her care and love, and he---Ben felt his cheeks grow warm as he tried to dispel the thoughts for the time being.
"Mr. Cartwright," she was saying gently, "I didn't mean to bore you. I'm very sorry." She sat back and looked away.
Ben was instantly contrite. "No, please, Marilynne," he apologized. "I'm truly sorry. I didn't mean to be preoccupied, and you weren't boring me at all."
Marilynne turned to face him, a loving smile elevating the corners of her mouth. "When did you decide to come West?" she asked.
Ben was only to glad to have a reason to talk. Thinking was about to get him in trouble, and he just realized he'd called her Marilynne. He took a deep breath, hoping he'd do better for the remainder of the day, and began to answer her question.
* * * *
Candy and Karyn drove out to their homesite, and leaving the horse and buggy, walked over to it, hand in hand.
"It's a beautiful home, Candy," Karyn said softly. "You've made it look so inviting---as though it wants us to move in."
His smile was gentle as he looked down at her. "Well, I think it does," he replied, with a light chuckle. "I talk to it while I'm working, and tell it all about the wonderful, beautiful girl I'll be bringing here someday soon." His eyes twinkled, and Karyn shook her head, laughing. A seriousness replaced the twinkle as Candy drew her arm within his and turned her to face him.
"You know, Karyn," he said, his eyes dark with emotion, "I couldn't make it without you. You've become such a part of my life, that to think about going on without you---I just can't imagine it."
Karyn lifted her eyes to meet his. "Oh, Candy," she replied softly, "You are so precious, and I love you dearly. What would I ever do without you?"
He pulled her close and kissed her gently, the love in his heart threatening to overwhelm him. Karyn nestled in his arms, simply content to be near her beloved.
At last they retrieved their picnic basket and walking to the nearby canyon, sat in the shadow of the dogwood tree, sharing their dreams again with each other.
* * * *
Adam and his family arrived at the Ponderosa only minutes before Ben and Marilynne. Hop Sing and Jenny came to meet them, and were thoroughly impressed with little Elizabeth, assisting Adam in carrying things to the house. Adam Charles ran ahead with Wiggles.
"Is Grandpa here yet?" he asked Hop Sing.
Hop Sing shook his head. "No, Sonny, Mistah Cartwright say he bring friend home from church. They not here yet."
Anne sat down to rest in Ben's easy chair and cradled Elizabeth Anne in her arms. Adam took a seat nearby and leaned forward.
"Well, Anne, it appears you may have gotten your wish about Pa finding a special lady. " He grinned, squeezing her arm affectionately. "It's been a while since I've seen him so interested in a woman!"
Anne nodded, a lovely smile lighting up her face. "I do hope so ," she replied with feeling. "He needs to feel loved and cherished. Mrs. Carter sounds like a very sweet and lovely person."
Adam glanced up. "We'll soon have more than just Pa's word to go on," he said rising to his feet. "It sounds like they're here."
He bent to kiss her and walked to the door. Throwing it open in dramatic fashion, he said in a deep, resonant voice,
"Welcome to the Ponderosa---the very best Nevada ~ and Ben Cartwright ~ has to offer!"
Marilynne laughed softly. "Why, thank you!" she curtsied graciously. Ben raised his eyebrows, meeting Adam's eyes and shook his head. He turned to her with a chuckle,
"My eldest son, Adam."
Adam introduced Anne and their children, Wiggles insisting on an introduction of his own. Marilynne expressed genuine pleasure in meeting each one and was especially drawn to Anne. Sitting in the chair that Adam had occupied, she began conversing with her and soon the two women were deep in the discussion of children and all things related. Ben and Adam exchanged smiles, and Adam winked at his father.
"She's perfect for you, Pa," he whispered. Ben's only answer was a dark look and lowered brow before a pleased smile replaced them. He was glad that Marilynne seemed right at home at the Ponderosa.
Hop Sing called them to the table for lunch and Ben seated Marilynne to his right. She looked up at him, a smile on her face. "Ben, your family is lovely!" she said enthusiastically. "You're very fortunate to have them living so close by."
He nodded, pouring her a cup of coffee. Handing it to her, he replied, "Adam and Anne moved back from England a little more than a year ago. Believe me, I am very thankful to have them here on the Ponderosa. It's wonderful to watch their little ones grow up."
Lunch passed very pleasantly for everyone. Marilynne questioned Ben and Adam about life in the West, and she and Anne compared and contrasted it with the Eastern ways. Ben enjoyed her rationale and watched the varying expressions play across her attractive face.
Elizabeth Anne whimpered and began to cry. Anne excused herself to feed her, and Adam went outside to play catch with Adam Charles and Wiggles. Ben smiled and turned to Marilynne.
"Well, Mrs. Carter, it seems we've been deserted. Would you like to go for a drive and see more of the Ponderosa?"
Her smile came readily. "I'd love to!" she replied.
But to Ben's surprise, the buggy was waiting just outside the door---with Adam in the driver's seat, a teasing grin on his face. Ben shot him a questioning look.
"Howdy, Pa---Mrs. Carter," he said graciously. "Your chariot awaits!" He lifted one hand dramatically.
Ben's brow lowered. "Adam," he said in a low voice. "I am perfectly capable of showing Mrs. Carter around the Ponderosa without your assistance. In fact, I would prefer it that way."
Adam gave his father a brief nod as their eyes met. "Sure, Pa, if that's the way you want it." He jumped down and moved away to hide a smile. Marilynne watched him with amusement.
"Your son has quite a sense of humor," she said, a hint of laughter in her voice.
Ben glanced over at her as he turned the horse toward Lake Tahoe. "Yes," he replied dryly. "My son usually behaves more sensibly. I'm sorry if he offended you---."
"Don't apologize!" she protested. "I thought he was delightful, and his wife and children are wonderfully sweet. I loved them immediately."
Ben relaxed and smiled at her. "Thank you, Mrs. Carter. I am proud of them," he acknowledged.
She put her hand on his arm gently. "You know he's only teasing you---because I'm here. Do you mind?" Her voice was musical and sweet.
"No," he admitted. "Just as long as you don't."
Marilynne's smile was warm. "I don't." she replied simply.
As they drove, he pointed out parts of the landscape and explained how the Ponderosa looked when he and his young son Adam had first arrived. He told her about Hoss and his unexpected death that shocked them all. She sympathized with Ben not saying much, but for the first time, he felt someone really understood.
Walking along the lake, Ben drew her arm within his and looked off across the water, telling her of the dream that kept him in the territory. She watched his face and read the loneliness that even his dream could not fulfill. Her heart went out to him.
Marilynne was listening so closely to what he was saying that she didn't see the branch in her way until it was too late. Stumbling forward, she lost her balance and gave a small cry of alarm. Ben reached for her, catching her around the waist and by one arm. He easily steadied her, holding her for a moment until she had regained her composure. Taking a deep breath, she glanced up at him, her cheeks flushing.
"Thank you, Mr. Cartwright," she said breathlessly. "I should've watched where I was going!"
He looked at her closely. "Are you okay, Marilynne?"
She nodded, lowering her eyes until her long lashes rested on her cheeks. "I'm fine," she managed to say, her heart pounding at being so near to Ben. He looked doubtful. Still keeping his arm around her, he helped her sit down on a large rock.
"Let's sit and rest for a little while," he recommended. "Are you sure you're not hurt?"
Marilynne smiled. "I'm fine," she insisted.
Ben leaned back against a tree next to her and watched her quietly. Feeling his eyes upon her, she lifted her head and glanced up at him.
"Why are you staring at me, Mr. Cartwright?" she questioned gently.
Ben straightened. "I'm sorry; I didn't mean to stare. I was just thinking---you're such a beautiful woman, how is it that you've never remarried?" he spoke hesitantly, as if voicing his thoughts would be offensive.
She looked away, a frown wrinkling her smooth brow. "I suppose it's for the same reason you haven't," she replied softly. "I've had opportunities to do so, but I just couldn't put my heart into another relationship."
He nodded with understanding. "I do know what you mean. Do you---still feel that way? If you'd rather not answer that, then please don't feel you have to."
Marilynne rested her chin on her hands as she leaned forward, thinking how to answer. She turned towards Ben, her deep gray eyes expressive and gentle.
"No, Ben, I don't." she replied, laying her hand in his arm.
Ben covered her hand with his strong one. "I'm so glad, Marilynne. I'd like to call on you often when I'm in Virginia City, and you have a standing invitation to the Ponderosa." He smiled warmly at her. "Somehow I knew we'd be good friends!"
Marilynne's smile matched his. "Thank you, Ben," she said with a lilt in her voice. "I'll look forward to your visits---and to returning to the Ponderosa."
A gentle breeze blew, bringing with it the hint of rain, and Ben glanced regretfully up at the sky. "We'd better be getting back," he said, reaching to help her down from the rock. Their eyes met, and Ben smiled at her. "I've enjoyed today---very much."
Marilynne returned his smile. "Oh, so have I!" she replied with feeling. "It's been such a lovely day, and you can tell Adam that we didn't need him at all!"
Ben laughed. "I'll do that."
Adam and Anne both looked up when Ben and Marilynne entered the house. Laughing and talking, the two went into the kitchen for coffee, seeming not to see the younger couple. Adam raised his eyebrows, leaning forward.
"I don't know when I've seen Pa enjoy a woman's company so much," he whispered. "Maybe we'll hear wedding bells later on!"
Anne laughed softly. "I hope so," she replied, genuinely pleased. "They'd be good for each other."
Coming back into the great room, Ben and Marilynne chatted briefly with Adam and Anne before leaving for Virginia City. Adam and his family also left for their ranch, Ben's future never far from their thoughts---or conversation.
* * * *
Ben pulled the buckboard to a stop and jumped down energetically. There was a new spring in his step as he walked to the house, pausing to knock. Anne opened the door, a baby blanket in her hands.
"Ben!" she exclaimed. "Come in!" She stepped back and followed him into the dining room where he took a seat. She poured him a cup of coffee and sat down opposite him.
"We hardly see you anymore," she said with a smile. "How are things at the Ponderosa's Big House?"
He set the cup down and returned her smile. "Oh, fine," he replied. "Hop Sing is still courting Jenny, and Joe spends most of his time at Annabelle's---helping her father, he says." He shook his head, glancing up at her. "How are you and Adam?"
Anne's smile grew. "We're both fine, too. He's out on the range, checking the last herd over. I'm so glad we moved back to the Ponderosa. He seems much happier, too." Her eyes sparkled as she spoke of him, and Ben noted it with satisfaction.
Ben cleared his throat and nodded. "I'm glad you did, too." he agreed, fingering a pattern in the tablecloth. Anne tipped her head to one side and watched him. He glanced up at her. "I'm on my way to Virginia City and stopped by to see if you needed anything."
Anne closed her eyes and thought carefully. She nodded and reached for a piece of paper, writing down a few items. As she rose to her feet to get the money, she asked sweetly,
"Will you be making any social calls while you're in town?"
Ben couldn't hide the smile that crossed his ruggedly handsome face. He shook his head, wondering if it was an advantage or disadvantage to have a family who cared so much about his marital status.
"Yes," he admitted, taking the money she held out to him. "I plan to stop by the boarding house and see how Marilynne is getting along."
"GIve her a hug for me," Anne requested, her eyes twinkling. Ben looked at her suspiciously, his brow lowering, but a gentle expression in his eyes.
"You and Adam----!" he countered with a chuckle. "Between the two of you, I'm sure you've already planned a wedding."
"Uh huh," Anne lifted Elizabeth out of the crib and held her tenderly. "And the honeymoon, too," she replied cheerfully. "Do you think the Rocky Mountains would be too cold for this time of year?"
Ben shook his head. "You're unbelievable. I'd better leave before you scare me out of going to see her at all!" He stroked baby Elizabeth's soft cheek and bent to kiss her. "I'll be back later, Anne," he said with a smile.
Anne nodded. "Don't hurry. There's no rush on anything I wrote down."
Ben raised his eyebrows and left the house chuckling. He waved to Adam Charles playing by the stream with Wiggles and climbed into the buckboard. He was looking forward to seeing Marilynne again and secretly enjoyed Anne's teasing. A warm feeling filled his heart at the thought of having a special woman in his life again.
* * * *
Marilynne wiped away a tear and took a deep breath. "I'm so glad you stopped by, Ben," she whispered. "I really appreciate your friendship
Ben took her hand and squeezed it tenderly, looking deep into her eyes. "It's my pleasure, Marilynne," he replied softly. He leaned forward and lifting her chin, kissed her gently.
Her eyes widened, the color mounting in her cheeks. He smiled at her confusion and put his hat on.
"I'd better be going," he said reluctantly. "I'll be back to see you the next chance I get."
Marilynne nodded, breathlessly. "I'll be looking forward to it," she managed to say.
With another smile, Ben touched his hat and walked down the sidewalk to his waiting team. He lifted his hand in a friendly wave and drove to the mercantile to fill Anne's list.
As he loaded the last box into the wagon, the stage coach braked to a stop and several passengers climbed down. One elderly couple stood uncertainly off to the side after everyone else had scattered. Ben watched them for a moment then stepped closer.
"Howdy," he greeted them pleasantly. "Welcome to Virginia City. I'm Ben Cartwright."
The man smiled in relief. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Cartwright. I'm Luke Peterson, and this is my wife, Mollie."
Ben smiled and touched his hat to Mollie. "Are you folks waiting for someone?"
Luke glanced down at his wife and shook his head. "No, we didn't write to let anyone know we were coming. We weren't even sure if they'd still live around here. It's been almost 4 years since she left Boston to come West."
Ben's curiosity mounted. "Who are you talking about?" he asked with interest.
"A very dear friend of ours---Anne Benson. Do you know her, by any chance?"
"Anne Benson," Ben repeated thoughtfully. "I know several Anne's but not one named Benson. I'm sorry."
Mollie nodded. "That's alright, Mr. Cartwright. They may have moved away. Course when we knew Anne, she was still a Barrett."
Ben's eyes lit up. "Anne Barrett! Of course!" he exclaimed. "I know her well! She married my son."
Luke and Mollie looked at one another in surprise. "She did?" Luke said, puzzled. "But you said your last name is Cartwright!"
Ben nodded. "Yes, that's right. Say, I'm on my way out to their place right now. Why don't you folks come along with me?"
They didn't need a second invitation. Ben helped Like load their bags into the wagon, and assisted Mollie into the buckboard. As he flipped the reins, he overheard Luke say thoughtfully,
"You know Mollie, I may have misunderstood Anne. Maybe she said she was going to marry Max, Ben's son, rather than Max Benson."
Ben wanted to laugh, but restrained himself, knowing that Anne would clear things up herself. He discussed the settling of the territory and differing political views surrounding the Comstock. Luke filled him in on news from back East. Before long, they reached Adam and Anne's lovely ranch, and Ben pulled the horses to a stop.
"Well, here we are, Mr. and Mrs. Peterson," he announced turning around.
Mollie was enthralled. "Our Anne had a beautiful place!" she whispered. "I'm so glad!"
Ben walked with them to the house, carrying the box of supplies for Anne. He knocked lightly and smiled over his shoulder. Anne opened the door, baby Elizabeth cooing in her arms. She stared in disbelief at the couple standing beside Ben.
"Luke? Mollie?" she whispered. "Oh, I'm so glad to see you again!"
Ben quickly set the box down and reached for Elizabeth, leaving Anne free to embrace her friends. She hugged them both together, stepping back to look at them again.
"You both look wonderful!" she exclaimed, smiling through sudden tears.
Luke shook his head. "So do you, Anne. We've missed you so much!" Mollie agreed and hugged Anne again.
"Please---come in. I want you to meet my family," Anne said turning to Ben who transferred Elizabeth back into her mother's arms. "This is Elizabeth, our newest addition." They admired her in awe as Anne continued, "My husband and son are upstairs fixing a troublesome window. They'll be down soon. Would you like a cup of coffee?"
Mollie smiled. "That sounds lovely, Anne."
Ben touched Anne's arm. "I'm going to head on home, Anne," he said softly. "I'll see you later." He kissed little Elizabeth's cheek and gave Anne a half hug.
Anne nodded. "Thank you so much, Ben."
Ben touched his hat, turning to her guests. "Nice to meet you folks. I'm sure I'll be seeing you again." In a moment he was back in the wagon and moving down the road.
Anne poured cups of coffee and set out a plate of cookies. They chatted about the weather and other generalities, then the door opened upstairs and conversation ceased. Mollie reached for Luke's hand and squeezed it tight.
Adam descended the steps, whistling merrily with Adam Charles riding on his shoulders. He stopped at the sight of their guests and laid his tools down, approaching them with a friendly smile. Adam Charles looked at them quietly with a shy smile.
Anne stood and held out her hand to him. "Luke, Mollie---I'd like you to meet my husband---."
Luke stepped forward. "It's good to finally meet you, Max. We've waited so long."
Adam glanced at Anne, an amused smile toying with the corners of his mouth. "I'm afraid you're mistaken," he replied courteously. "I'm Adam---Adam Cartwright."
Luke and Mollie looked at one another in confusion. "But Anne told us---," Luke began, frowning. "Well, she said she was marrying a Mr. Max Benson. We just assumed---." He explained how they'd rationalized the last name after meeting Ben, but shook his head, at a loss for words.
Adam chuckled. "Please, It's quite a long story. Maybe we should all sit down." He lifted Adam Charles down and introduced him, excusing the little boy to go play with his puppy, and taking a seat next to Anne. He reached for her hand, letting her begin the story.
Luke and Mollie listened in fascination, Mollie wiping away an occasional tear. Finally Luke cleared his throat.
"Well, Adam, Mollie and I cannot thank you enough for taking care of our Anne. She couldn't have found a better man anywhere," He glanced at his wife. "We were so worried about her---coming West to marry a man she hardly knew. If we'd known about you, we'd have rested alot easier."
Adam smiled at him. "Thank you, Sir. Anne is definitely the best thing that's ever happened to me." Anne looked up at him, their eyes meeting and holding briefly, the corners of her mouth turned up slightly. Luke and Mollie exchanged smiles, satisfied that their Anne had found the love she'd come West for.
"When do you plan to return East?" Anne asked, adjusting Elizabeth into a more comfortable position. Adam reached for their little daughter and Anne surrendered her to his strong arms.
Mollie turned to Luke. He gave a sheepish smile. "To be honest, we hadn't planned on when. All of our thoughts were focused on finding Anne and making sure she was happy. I suppose we'll be going back fairly soon."
"Could you stay for a week?" Adam asked. "At least through Easter? Anne and I would love to have you stay with us." Anne nodded enthusiastically and added her invitation.
Luke and Mollie accepted eagerly. Anne showed them to the guest room, and gave each another hug.
"I'm so glad you came!" she whispered. "I should've written to let you know how I was. Accompanying Adam to England hadn't even figured into my dreams at the time and everything happened so quickly that I didn't think about it, but I should've known you'd be wondering about me."
Mollie shook her head. "It's all right, Anne. The trip out here was worth it just to see how well things have worked out for you. Adam is wonderful, and your little ones are so precious. Luke and I are so happy for you."
Anne smiled, and left them to freshen up and rest. There would be plenty of time to visit later.
* * * *
Easter Sunday dawned with a hint of what the first Easter may have been in all its glory. The spring flowers were in full bloom, kissed by the shimmering sunlight that seemed to rejoice as it warmed the earth.
Karyn took a deep breath as she slipped into her wedding dress. At last, the day she'd been dreaming of for so long had arrived. She stepped to the mirror and carefully scrutinized the reflection of herself. Finally a radiant smile lit up her beautiful features.
"Oh, Candy," she whispered. "Thank you for making me feel loved and cherished. For pledging you love to me and not breaking my heart. I love you so much."
Mrs. Graham knocked at the door. "Karyn, anything I can help you with?"
"Come in, Mother," Karyn called. The door swung open, and Mrs. Graham entered, brushing away sudden tears that sprang to her eyes.
"Karyn, you look beautiful! Candy will be so proud of you."
Karyn smiled and held the veil out to her mother who took it and fastened it in place. "Candy is so wonderful," she whispered.
"The buggy is ready," Mr. Graham called from below. "How about you two?"
"We'll be right down," his wife replied, and turned back to Karyn. "You've made both your father and I so happy, Honey. I know you'll do the same for Candy. We love you, Karyn."
"Thank you, Mother," Karyn whispered. "I appreciate you and Father very much and I love you both. Thank you for everything."
Mr. Graham's eyes misted over as he helped Karyn into the buggy. He pulled her into his arms and held her for a moment. "You're a beautiful bride, Honey," he whispered. "I'm proud of you."
They arrived at the church as Adam and his family accompanied by the Petersons were pulling in. Anne and Mollie helped Karyn enter the back of the church, shielding her from view.
* * * *
On the road to Virginia City, Joe was giving Candy last minute instructions.
"Let's go over this again, Candy," he said, his eyes dancing. "When Reverend Gregory says to put the ring on her finger, which finger do you put it on?"
"Her thumb," Candy replied in exasperation. "C'mon, Joe. I know what to do. Now please---give me some time to think!"
Ben laughed despite his best efforts. "I'll make you walk, Joe, if you don't stop teasing Candy!"
Joe settled back, the teasing only covering up the pain he felt inside at the memories of his and Alice's wedding day. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, hoping he could keep his emotions in check during the ceremony. He tried to concentrate on Annabelle and what the future held for the two of them together, rather than continuing to grieve over the past.
* * * *
Adam Charles was excited. It was the first wedding he'd ever been to and everything at the church looked so very elegant and beautiful with all the flowers. He touched his mother's arm.
"Did you and Pa have a wedding like this?" he asked.
Anne smiled and shook her head. "No, Son, we were married at your Grandpa's ranch. It was in the fall, so our flowers were lovely pine branches." Her eyes grew soft and dreamy with the memory. Adam glanced at her, knowing how she felt.
The youngster frowned, trying to visualize it. "I would liked to have been at your wedding," he remarked thoughtfully, sounding fairly grown up for his 3 years.
Adam chuckled softly. "It was a lovely wedding, too, Son. Your mother was the most beautiful bride." Anne looked up at him, her lips parted in a lovely smile.
He set Adam Charles on his lap and moved closer, slipping his arm around Anne's slender shoulders. Their eyes met and each sent a silent message of love and devotion to the other.
Mollie leaned towards Luke. "Don't they make you feel young again? I love to watch them."
He nodded. "You'd almost think it was their wedding," he whispered, reaching for her hand.
The front door of the church swung open, and Candy entered with Reverend Gregory. He glanced over the crowd, taking a deep breath and managing a smile at Joe. Excitement coursed through his veins. Only minutes from now, he would pledge his love publicly to the woman of his dreams. The organist began to play softly, and Candy lifted his chin slightly, taking another deep breath.
His eyes lit up at his first glimpse of Karyn and everyone stood as Mr. Graham walked her down the aisle. The sunlight streaming in the windows danced in her hair and spun golden-copper threads that again captured Candy's attention and heart. Her beauty overwhelmed him, and he smiled at her, his blue eyes alight with deep love.
Karyn thought Candy had never looked so handsome before. His tailored balck suit and crisp white shirt only enhanced the features she never tired of looking at. She returned his smile, her lovely emerald eyes glowing as they met his.
From his seat off to the side, Joe's throat constricted, and he brushed away a tear. Perhaps the pain would always be with him, but he realized it also meant he had healed enough that he could feel the emotions without completely losing it. He smiled reassuringly at Candy and reached for Annabelle's hand, squeezing it gently.
The ceremony was lovely and poignantly sweet as Candy and Karyn exchanged their vows with heartfelt commitment.
Turning to face Karyn, Candy took her hands in his.
"Karyn," he said gently, "From the day I met you---before I even knew your name, I knew you were someone special that I had been destined to meet---someone who would be very precious to me. You've become part of my heart---your smile, the sound of your voice, the wonderful expressions in your eyes." He paused, smiling tenderly at her. "My precious Karyn, I love you with all of my heart, and for the rest of our lives together, I promise to do my very best to show you every day just how much you mean to me."
Karyn closed her eyes against the tears that threatened to spill over. "Thank you, Candy," she whispered, looking up at him with a beautiful smile. "I love you with all of my heart."
Reverend Gregory stepped forward to conclude the ceremony. He prayed God's blessings over their lives, and lifting his head, smiled at Candy.
"Candy, you may kiss your bride."
Candy drew Karyn into his arms, and they shared their first kiss as husband and wife. As they turned to face their friends, Reverend Gregory announced joyfully,
"It gives me great pleasure to present to you Mr. and Mrs. Candy Canaday."
Ben felt his eyes grow misty, and unconsciously reached for Marilynne's hand. She glanced up at him, giving his hand a gentle squeeze and smiled at the happy young couple.
Adam lifted Adam Charles up in his arms and assisted Anne with the baby. He faced her for a moment, his eyes dark with emotion.
"I love you, Anne," he whispered.
Anne smiled, her eyes alight with love for him. "I love you, too, Adam," she whispered in reply. He took her arm and together they congratulated the Canaday's.
Ben stepped up to Candy and gripped his shoulder. "Candy, you've made us all proud of you," he said sincerely. "I wish you and Karyn all the best. You deserve it." Marilynne gave them both her warm blessing.
Candy's smile was infectious. "Thank you, Mr. Cartwright, Marilynne."
Karyn gave them each a hug. "Thank you," she whispered. "You've been wonderful to both of us."
A crowd of giggling, blushing young women had gathered for their chance to capture the bouquet, and Karyn didn't keep them waiting long. She stood proudly beside Candy on the top step and glanced around at the faces before her, then looked over to the sidewalk. With a twinkle in her eye. she tossed it straight to Marilynne, who gasped and caught it in mid air. Amid cheers and applause, Candy and Karyn made their way to the waiting buggy.
Ben took Marilynne's arm and escorted her to his horse drawn conveyance. Her cheeks were a deeper shade of crimson than usual, but her smile just as sweet.
"Whatever possessed her to throw the bouquet to me?" she wondered softly.
Ben looked down at her and helped her into the buggy. He stood beside her for a moment, and replied softly,
"Perhaps she thought you'd make a beautiful bride."
Marilynne caught her breath, raising her eyes to meet his. With a gentle smile, he squeezed her arm and walked around to join her. As they drove back to the boarding house, Ben spoke thoughtfully,
"I wish I could just take you back to the Ponderosa with me. It's getting harder to say Goodbye."
She smiled and nodded, but made no reply.
"Let's at least go for a drive, shall we?" At her assent, he turned the horse around and they headed out of town. Ben reached for her hand.
"Marilynne," he said carefully, "I know that back East, there are certain guidelines of etiquette that are considered proper---for courtship." He paused, and feeling her eyes upon him, continued, "Out here, we don't often have the time or the opportunity to follow them." A smile crossed his handsome face. "Then again, sometimes we don't want to!"
Listening to him, Marilynne knew in her heart that she loved Ben Cartwright. His gentle ways, direct approach to things, and his sweet concern about her well being had all combined to win her heart. She gave his hand a little squeeze and turned to face him.
"Ben, we in the East don't always get it right, " she said gently. "I like your ways out here, too. I especially like the way you've expressed yourself. It's very beautiful."
Ben looked directly into her eyes. "Marilynne," he began earnestly, "Do you think---could you be happy and content at the Ponderosa---as Mrs. Ben Cartwright?"
Marilynne's heart melted, and she nodded. "Oh, yes, Ben," she whispered. "I could easily be content and very happy there---with you."
Ben held her hand to his lips. "I love you, Marilynne," he said quietly, pulling the horse to a stop under a nearby tree..
A smile lifted the corners of her mouth. "I love you too, Ben" she replied softly.
Ben drew her gently into his strong embrace and kissed her. His thoughts whirled. He had waited many years for another woman to fill his heart and his arms as Marilynne did now, but it was worth it. He took a deep breath, his pulse racing with the realization that they would soon be planning their own wedding.
On the way back to the boarding house, Ben asked thoughtfully, "Do you think your children will object to your remarrying?"
She frowned slightly, biting her lower lip. "I'm not sure, Ben," she replied honestly. "I really can't predict how they'll react. What about yours?"
Ben smiled with assurance. "Well, you know what Adam's response will be. He and Anne had everything arranged days ago. Joe will be all for it, too."
"I'm so glad. They're such dears," Marilynne commented. "I'll send my David and Jennifer each a telegram tomorrow and let them know."
He lifted her down from the buggy and held her close, kissing her gently. Marilynne looked shocked.
"Ben, the town will talk!" she whispered.
"Let them!" he replied, kissing her again. "Now they have something worth talking about!"
With difficulty, he pulled himself away, promising to be in town the following day so they could begin making their wedding plans. As he neared the road to Adam and Anne's place, he hesitated, then turned in. He found them relaxing on the porch and joined them, welcomed eagerly by Adam Charles and Wiggles. The Petersons had stayed in Virginia City to catch the morning stage as they returned back East.
They talked about Candy and Karyn's wedding and speculated about Joe and Annabelle. Adam noticed Ben's preoccupation and the light in his eyes. He put his hand on his father's arm.
"Pa, there's something different about you. If I didn't know better, I'd think you were in love!" He grinned, winking at Anne.
Ben glanced up at him, raising his eyebrows. He leaned forward and looked off in the distance.
"Adam, what would you say if I were to---," he paused, his brow lowering. "How would you feel if I asked Marilynne Carter to be my wife?"
Adam and Anne exchanged smiles, and Adam gripped his father's shoulder.
"Did you, Pa? Well, I'd say you've found a wonderful woman to spend the rest of your life with, and that you had the good sense to hold onto her!"
Ben nodded, a pleased smile lighting up his face. "Yes, she is a wonderful woman. I did ask her---and she accepted my proposal! "
Adam smiled approvingly. "I'm happy for you both." he said sincerely.
Anne arranged the blankets around little ELizabeth. "When are you getting married?" she asked.
"We'll be making our plans tomorrow," Ben replied, a lilt in his voice. "Marilynne is contacting her children to let them know."
Adam Charles leaned against his grandpa's knee. "Does that mean I can call her my grandma?" he questioned.
Ben ruffled his hair affectionately. "Well, Son, knowing Marilynne as I do, I think she'd like that very much." He smiled at the youngster and rose to his feet. "I'd better get on home. I'll be letting you know what our plans are."
Anne smiled and gave him a hug. "I'm so glad for you, Ben." she whispered. "You deserve all the love and happiness that Marilynne will bring into your life."
"Thank you, Anne," he replied, squeezing her shoulders.
Adam lifted his hand. "We'll see you later, Pa!" With a wave, Ben climbed into his buggy and started for home. Adam Charles and Wiggles followed him out of the yard and played catch with a stick nearby.
Anne's smile was infectious as she turned to Adam. "Oh, Adam! Isn't it wonderful?" she exclaimed, excitement tinging her words.
He nodded, taking her in his arms. "It's hard to believe that Pa is getting married after all these years! You were right, Anne---he was lonely. Marilynne is perfect for him."
Anne squeezed his arms, a lovely smile still lifting the corners of her mouth. "She sure is. Ben is the sweetest, kindest man I know---next to you, of course!"
His eyes darkened. Lifting her chin gently, he whispered, "I love you, Anne ," Her lips parted slightly to reply, but his tender, lingering kiss prevented it. As he held her close, Anne blinked back a sudden tear.
"Adam," she spoke softly. "My father would've loved you. He'd be so glad to know how wonderfully you're taking care of his little girl."
He smiled down at her, his arms tightening around her. "It's my pleasure, Sweetheart."
* * * *
Candy and Karyn boarded the stage on the first leg of their honeymoon en route to Denver. It would be a lengthy journey, but one made pleasant by spending the time together. They had the coach to themselves for the time being, and Candy took advantage of it, taking Karyn in his arms.
"Karyn," he whispered, "It's so wonderful to hold you in my arms, and know I don't ever have to let you go. You're mine forever, and I love you!"
Karyn raised her eyes to his face, tracing the outline of his cheek with her finger. "Candy," she breathed softly, "Belonging to you is even better than I imagined. I love you so much!"
He bent his head, their lips meeting in a passionate kiss of love and devotion to one another. Karyn thought to herself if the remainder of their trip was half this good, it would be a trip well worth remembering. She nestled into his arms, reveling in the wonder of truly belonging to the love of her life.
* * * *
Ben and Marilynne decided on mid-June for their wedding. That would give her time to hear from her children, though she insisted she'd marry Ben, regardless!
He looked over the ranch house that had been home to four bachelors for many years, trying to see things from a woman's viewpoint. Suddenly there was so much to do! Ben sat down at his desk and began to make a list. His fingers tingled as he wrote, and he paused frequently, smiling at the thought of Marilynne, his bride-to-be. He shook his head, resuming the task of assessing the changes he needed to make for her comfort.
* * * *
Hop Sing poured a cup of coffee and handed it to Ben who took it in surprise---Hop Sing was a hired man, not a servant. His eyes held a questioning look, and Hop Sing read it, looking down shyly.
"Mistah Cartwright?" he began, glancing toward the kitchen door. He motioned with his hand, and Jenny joined him. Taking her hand, he continued. "Mistah Cartwright, Jenny say she will marry me. We---."
"Hop Sing! Jenny! That's wonderful!" Ben interrupted, gripping his shoulder. "Congratulations!"
Hop Sing and Jenny exchanged smiles. "Thank you." Hop Sing bowed courteously. "We like to get married in San Francisco."
"Sure!" Ben replied. "That sounds just fine. What date do you have set for your wedding?"
They glanced at each other. "The second Saturday in July," Jenny answered.
Ben nodded. He and Marilynne would be home from their honeymoon by then. "Go ahead and make your plans, and let me know if I can help with anything. And, by the way," he added as they turned to go. Both looked up at him. "Congratulations!"
"Thank you," They said in unison, then retired to the kitchen, laughing. Ben shook his head, a smile on his face. Who would've thought that Hop Sing, their faithful cook for all these years would be getting married!
His thoughts wandered to all the changes that had taken place in the last year. Thankfulness to the Lord welled up within his heart. Except for Hoss and Alice, all of his family was accounted for and close enough for spontaneous reunions. It was wonderful!
Ben's reverie was interrupted as Joe burst into the house, whistling a merry tune.
"Hey, Pa!" he shouted. "Are you here?"
Ben emerged from the dining room, his brow lowered. "Yes, Joseph. I'm here, and I'm not deaf---yet."
Joe grinned. "Sorry," he apologized. "I just couldn't wait to tell you that Annabelle and I are gettin' married!"
Ben smiled and gave his impulsive youngest son a bear hug. "Congratulations, Joe!" he said, a note of genuine pleasure in his voice. "Seems like wedding bells are ringing for everyone!"
Joe raised his eyebrows. "Whaddya mean, Pa?"
"Hop Sing and Jenny are getting married, too---in July."
"Hop SIng?" Joe laughed delightedly. "Hey, that's great!" He ran into the kitchen and Ben could hear him talking and laughing excitedly. He shook his head. The Ponderosa was suddenly a very busy, but happy place to be!
* * * *
Joe and Annabelle were married a few weeks before Ben and Marilynne, preferring a quiet ceremony at the Ponderosa like Adam and Anne. Joe had begun rebuilding his home, and had it nearly finished by his wedding day as he and Adam had worked tirelessly on it to that end.
Anne assisted Joe's bride with her dress and veil, enjoying the chance to get better acquainted with the younger woman. Love for Joe shone in her eyes and emanated from her lovely smile. She turned to Anne apprehensively.
"Do I look okay?" she asked tremulously.
Anne smiled and gave her a hug. "You're beautiful, Annabelle," she replied honestly. "Joe will be very proud of you."
Annabelle smiled. "Thank you," she whispered.
With their closest friends and family in attendance, Joe and Annabelle pledged their love and their lives to one another. Ben felt the tears sting his eyes, and prayed fervently that this marriage would be a lasting one for both of them.
* * * *
Adam and Anne drove home in the gathering darkness. Silence prevailed for most of the drive as the day's events had taken them back to their own wedding day. Adam Charles and Elizabeth, worn out from all the excitement, were sound asleep in the back of the buggy.
The house came into view and Anne sighed, linking her arm in Adam's. He smiled, glancing down at her.
"Did it take you back a few years?" he asked softly.
Anne leaned her head against his shoulder and nodded. "Yes, it did," she replied, thoughtfully. "I hope they'll be as happy as we are."
Adam pulled the horse to a stop in front of the house and turned slightly to face her. "I hope so, too," he replied fervently.
Anne lifted her eyes and held his steady gaze. Slowly she leaned towards him and felt his strong arms surround her as his lips found hers. He hugged her close, whispering,
"Darling, you've made all of my dreams come true. Thank you for just being you."
Anne snuggled into his arms. "You're so precious, Adam," she whispered in reply. "You are my dream come true, yet you're more wonderful than any dream because you're real---and you're mine. I love you with every fiber of my being."
Adam rested his cheek against her dark hair. "Oh, Anne---how wonderfully complete you've made my life! I love you, too." His heart pulsated with love as he hugged her closer to him.
They were a family ~ true, an extension of a larger one, yet there was a wholeness and oneness that was special and binding in their little foursome. He sighed with contentment and looked up at the stars, breathing a prayer of gratitude.
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.