By Morning's Light

Ben threw open the window and breathed deeply of the fresh, pine-scented air. It filled his lungs and invigorated his soul, but his mind wasn't focused on the beauty

around him. Stretching, he turned to the dresser and picked up a beautifully framed picture. He sat down slowly, looking at the lovely woman whose likeness smiled

back at him.

"Marilynne," he breathed her name reverently. His bride in only two weeks. It seemed to him that since meeting her at the spring box social, life had taken on a

deeper meaning, the sunshine was brighter and warmer, and her gentle embrace left a melody in his heart.

He shook his head, the smile within making an appearance on his lined, but ruggedly handsome face. Replacing the picture on the dresser, he pulled his boots on

and with another long look at Marilynne's likeness, left the room.

Hop Sing and Jenny had breakfast waiting for him. The three sat down together, and even though there was an empty feeling in the absence of the family Ben had

been used to having around for many years, the anticipation of what was to come more than made up for it. They talked about the engagement party planned for

Saturday. Candy and his wife Karyn would be home from their honeymoon, and Joe and Annabelle were coming in that morning. Marilynne and he would formally

announce their engagement though, Ben thought wryly, anyone who didn't know about it by now had to be sadly lacking in observation skills. They'd been a couple

since the box social.

A wagon rumbled into the yard, and the driver called out loudly,

"Halloo! Anybody here?"

Ben opened the door to see the express wagon loaded with furniture. "Why, good morning, Jim! I'll be right with you." He grabbed his hat and assisted Jim in

unloading a couch, several chairs, some attractive lamps, and an assortment of various sized boxes. A couple of crates were tied near the front.

"Them's yers too, Ben," Jim huffed and puffed as he cut the ropes.

Ben nodded. They held new pillows and finer bedding. His coloring rose slightly. Anne had given him advice on what would be suitable and pleasing to a woman of

Marilynne's taste and would be coming to help him decorate as soon as he let her know they'd arrived.

Finally his wagon was empty and the yard was a combination of crates, boxes, and pieces of furniture. The express driver eyed Ben speculatively.

"Is gittin' married worth all this trouble, Ben?" he asked, chewing on a small piece of wood.

Ben smiled. "It is to me, Jim," he replied. "Thanks for helping me unload everything."

Jim nodded, a doubtful expression lingering on his wrinkled face. "I'm jest glad I already got me a wife," he drawled. "She's satisfied with what we ain't got!"

Ben only smiled and waved. "Good bye, Jim!"

Hop Sing and Jenny stood at the door watching Ben pull the crates closer to the porch. He glanced up at them.

"Say, Hop Sing, Jenny---do you know of anybody who could use the furniture I'll be taking out of the house to make room for all of this?"

They looked at each other. Hop Sing nodded slowly. "Yes, Mistah Cartwright, Jenny and me---we like to put it in little house we move into after our wedding. If it

okay with you."

Ben's smile was reassuring. "That would be wonderful!" he exclaimed, having thought of it himself, "The furniture will like to stay among friends!"

Hop Sing and Jenny laughed and went inside to clean up the breakfast dishes. Ben saddled Buck and rode to Anne and Adam's ranch.

* * * *

Marilynne stood on a chair as the Virginia City dressmaker fitted her wedding dress. With nimble fingers, she turned up the hem, placing a few pins here and there

to mark it evenly. Around a mouthful of pins, she addressed Marilynne,

"How'd you ever manage to snag Mr. Cartwright? I happen to know a good many women around here have tried and failed---every last one of them. I'd a tried

myself, only I stay so busy I never found the time!" she laughed a little, amused at herself.

Marilynne managed a slight smile. "I didn't snag him," she replied gently. "We became good friends, but I didn't try to get him. A woman can scare a man off by

trying too hard to get his attention."

The dressmaker nodded. "Yep, your right about that. Okay, Miz Carter, you can step down now. We'll finish fittin' those sleeves."

Marilynne stepped down from the chair and held her arms out for the sleeves to be slipped on. Her dress was a lovely combination of satin and lace, with a

sweetheart neckline and puffed sleeves. Inwardly she wished she could show it to Ben, but it wouldn't be proper before the wedding. She felt like a school girl, so

excited and happy. Who could've dreamed that coming West would prove so rewarding? Her heart lifted a silent prayer of thanksgiving. Ben had become so dear

and wonderful to her in a relatively short time. A smile of contentment enhanced her beautiful face, and the dressmaker watching furtively, sighed softly. Mrs. Carter

and Ben Cartwright were two of a very special kind.

* * * *

Anne held up a card with a letter of the alphabet beside a picture for Adam Charles to identify.

"A ~ Apple," he answered promptly.. They continued through the remainder of the alphabet in the same fashion. This was only a review lesson as he'd learned them

well already.

She reached for a book and taking the "A" card, began teaching him the vowel sounds. He would be turning 5 on his next birthday, and Anne contemplated the

possibility of homeschooling him. The Virginia City school teacher had left due to illness and a replacement was still in the question mark stage.

Adam Charles was a quick learner and absorbed information like a sponge. He leaned forward eagerly, taking in what his mother taught about long and short

vowel sounds. After a brief application review, Anne excused him to play outside and lifted Elizabeth out of her crib. The little girl smiled sweetly, her drowsy eyes

threatening to droop shut again.

Anne rocked Elizabeth gently, her thoughts wandering to Adam, her beloved husband of nearly half a dozen years. He would be coming in before long from a day

out on the range, and that was the highlight of her day. She closed her eyes, and mentally reminisced about days gone by ~ days she cherished in her heart.

"Grandpa's comin'!!" Adam Charles called excitedly from the porch. Wiggles barked happily, standing proudly beside his master.

Anne rose to her feet and waved from the doorway. "Hello, Ben!" she greeted him. "Please, come on in."

He stopped to say hello to his grandson and Wiggles before entering the lovely home, a replica of his own.

"Howdy, Anne---Elizabeth, How're my favorite girls today?"

Anne smiled, transferring the baby to his arms. "I don't think we can honestly claim that privilege anymore, Ben!" She squeezed his arm and pulled a comfortable

chair over for him.

"No, but I can!" came a voice from the doorway. Both of them looked up to see Adam standing there, a grin on his handsome face.

"Adam!" Anne went to meet him, and Ben turned away with Elizabeth to give them a moment alone.

Adam's shirt was dusty and damp from a hard morning's work, but Anne didn't mind. She wrapped her arms around him, and he drew her close, whispering,

"I love you, Anne," Her reply was lost in his kiss.

When Anne went to pour coffee for them all, Adam pulled a chair away from the table and sat down close to Ben.

"Say, Pa," he said casually, "I saw Jim driving up the road this morning with a whole furniture store loaded on the express wagon. He wasn't by any chance heading

for the Ponderosa, was he?"

Ben glanced up sideways. Nodding, he replied, "Yeah, he brought a few things by earlier."

Adam raised his eyebrows. "Can you manage to move those few things in by yourself?"

A smile replaced Ben's sober expression. "Now that you mention it----I could use a hand. Would you like to come over after lunch, and we could work on it?"

Anne set the cups down and turned to Adam. "Let's do, Adam," she said softly. "I promised to help with decorating when everything got here."

He nodded and took her hand. "I'll get cleaned up. Why don't you stay for lunch, Pa?"

Ben stood up, handing Elizabeth to her mother. "I'd love to, but Hop Sing and Jenny are expecting me back. I'll see you soon!"

They watched him ride away, his shoulders squared and a jaunty tilt to his hat. Adam slipped his arm around Anne.

"Marilynne has brought such happiness into Pa's life," he said thoughtfully. "He's really excited about fixing up the Ponderosa for her---and she liked it just the way

we always kept it."

"He's in love with her," Anne mused softly. "Love can make you want the very best for someone, even when they don't think it's necessary."

Adam's arm tightened around her waist. Looking down at her, he commented, "You sound as if you know what you're talking about."

She smiled up at him, her eyes dark and gentle. "I do," she replied. His eyes held hers as he drew her close again.

* * * *

Dusk had fallen when Marilynne left the dressmaker's shop. The fitting had taken quite a bit longer than she had thought it would, and she hurried toward the

boarding house, anxious to be inside before darkness truly descended. Walking past the alley, she glimpsed two dark forms, and quickened her step when a sharp

thwack to her head slowed her pace altogether. She crumpled to the ground, a slight moan escaping her lips.

One attacker lit a match and shielded it from view as he scrutinized her face.

"Yep, that's Ben Cartwright's woman," he noted with satisfaction. "C'mon, Pete, let's get her outta here before someone sees us."

With limited carefulness, they lifted her inert form, carrying her to a wagon at the end of the alley. Quietly flipping the reins, they headed east, out of Virginia City.

* * * *

Ben found a large box, put a heavy blanket inside, and made a makeshift crib for Elizabeth Anne. Adam Charles played nearby with Wiggles to keep her company

and watch over her. Hop Sing took Jenny out for a quiet drive, leaving the family to themselves.

Eager to make some changes, they carried the well-worn furniture out into the storage shed, replacing it with the new after Anne thoroughly cleaned the floor. A

large, soft rug covered the center and served to blend the rustic charm with simple elegance. Ben had selected deep green and rich burgundy as his basic colors,

coordinating them with roses and creams. Anne had suggested the area rug, and he loved the idea immediately.

With the couch in place, Ben and Adam carried in the chairs and arranged them with Anne's assistance. The new lamps either stood alone or on small tables,

adding a soft glow to the great room. Ben stood back and surveyed it with a critical eye.

"My desk looks out of place with all of this," he said frowning. "But where should we put it?"

Adam put a hand up to his chin thoughtfully. "Well, Pa, we could make a room divider that would partition your office space off from the rest of the room."

Ben smiled. "Let's do it,"he said with finality.

Anne tossed a couple of pillows onto the couch, then rearranged them to her satisfaction. Stepping back, she tilted her head first to one side, then to the other.

Adam watched her with an amused smile.

"Which tilt looked better?" he teased.

Anne looked over at him and grinned, shaking her head. "Both of them," she replied. "I just wanted to see it from all angles." She smiled at Ben. "Marilynne will be

so pleased," she said softly.

He glanced up at her from his seat on the couch. "You both get alot of credit for helping me---especially you, Anne, for giving me so much advice on what colors to

get and which designs looked best."

She acknowledged his compliment humbly and walked over to the crates. "May I get started in your room, now?"

He lifted hi head quickly, and nodded. "Sure, go ahead," he replied. "Adam and I will take these up for you."

Anne checked on Elizabeth, and covered Adam Charles who had succumbed to weariness and now lay on his father's coat beside his sister's crib. She climbed the

stairs and entered Ben's room where he and Adam were lifting the lids from two large crates. Anne began removing the comforter and blankets from Ben's bed.

She glanced over at the men.

"I will call you for inspection," she said sweetly, hinting that now would be a good time for them to make their escape. As soon as they'd left, she went to work in

earnest, folding everything neatly in one pile, and replacing it with the fine linens Ben had purchased. The comforter reflected the same colors from the great room,

but in more muted tones.

She turned to the other crate and pulled heavy drapes out. Looking up at the existing curtains, she shook her head, and going to the door, called,

"Adam!" she paused briefly. "Adam, will you help me, please!!"

He appeared in the kitchen doorway, munching an apple. "Coming, Dear!" he replied, taking the steps two at a time. He stopped at the door and looked around,

then entered slowly.

"Say, you've changed the appearance in here!" he said in admiration. "It's really beautiful."

"It is beautiful," Anne replied, holding up a drapery panel. "I need you to take the old ones down and help me put these up."

Adam smiled down at her. "That's one thing I like about you," he said reflectively, "You can do so much, but when you need help, you're not afraid to ask for it." he

took the panel from her hand and stepped closer. "I'm glad you always call for me."

Anne put her arms around his neck. "You're such a sweetheart, how could I help but call for you?" she stood on tiptoes and kissed him lightly. "But then I love

you."

He squeezed her shoulders. "And I love you, Anne."

It didn't take long to hang the new drapes, and both stood back to admire the attractive room. Together they carried the empty crates out into the hallway, and

Adam called Ben to come and look things over.

He stepped inside the once familiar room and looked around in disbelief. "It's absolutely beautiful!" he exclaimed softly. "Thank you, Anne. I could never have

made it look like this."

Anne put her hand on his arm. "It was my---our pleasure, Ben." she replied with a gentle smile, "You deserve the very best---and so does Marilynne."

He covered her hand with his. "I really appreciate all you've done---for us," he said gratefully.

Elizabeth whimpered, and Anne excused herself to check on the little girl. The men followed her downstairs, and Adam looked at the time.

"My goodness, it's half past midnight!" he exclaimed. "Pa, we'd better head for home. I didn't realize it was this late!"

Ben nodded. "I'm sorry, Adam. I---."

Adam held up his hand. "Don't apologize, Pa. Anne and I are glad to help." He grinned and picked up his hat. "We'll feel at home here, now. Joe and Candy are

the ones who'll have to adjust!"

Ben agreed with a smile. "It sure changed the looks of things!" he mused contentedly.

Adam nodded and lifted Adam Charles in his strong arms. Ben watched them get the children ready, and spoke quietly, motioning to the downstairs guest room.

"You know, you could stay here tonight, and not have to get the children out in the night air."

Adam and Anne glanced at each other, and both nodded. "Thanks, Pa," Adam accepted the invitation, taking off his hat. "We really appreciate that."

Ben decided to stay in Hoss's old room since his was specially prepared for his bride, and after sharing a steaming cup of tea with Adam and Anne, bid them

goodnight. He thought about Marilynne and how surprised she would be with what they'd done. She was so dear to him, and he wished she were there for him to

tell her so--- just once more. He went to sleep with a prayer for her on his lips.

* * * *

Marilynne heard muffled voices and smelled a strong unpleasantly sweet substance when she regained consciousness. Opening her eyes a crack, she saw three men

huddled around a small table near the fireplace. A flickering candle sat in the middle of the table casting eerie shadows across their faces. Her head ached and the

hard cot she was confined to did nothing to ease the pain. Marilynne suppressed a groan with great effort, and strained her ears to hear better.

"Tony," a big burly man was saying, "You know yer letters. Git that paper and write a note to Cartwright. We gotta git it to him before daylight."

Tony withdrew a sheet of paper from a box in the corner and laid it on the table. He looked up at the big man.

"Alright, Pete, what do I write?"

Pete thought for a moment. "Make it like this: 'To Ben Cartwright----Iffen you wanna see yer woman agin, bring $250,000.00 and the deed to the Ponderosa to

Lookout Point at noon today. Put it on top of the flat rock there at the Point. Come by yerself---unarmed.' "

Marilynne felt numb. How could they make such a demand? She wished desperately there were some way she could escape before Ben had to deal with such a

ransom note.

The third man leaned forward. "Ain't that a bit much to be askin'? Suppose he refuses?"

Pete gave a hard, unpleasant laugh. "He won't, but iffen he does, I git his woman. So either way, Sam,we git somethin outta this deal."

Marilynne stiffened imperceptively. "Dear God," she prayed silently. "Please help Ben to know what to do. And please protect him---and me, for his sake."

She heard Sam ride away to deliver the note and felt the other two watching her. Lying perfectly still, Marrilynne continued to pray for mercy and help. Her heart

ached for Ben, and she wished she were there to comfort him when he found it.

* * * *

Ben awoke with the sound of hoofbeats echoing in his ears. He shook his head. Surely Adam wasn't already up, as late as they'd retired last night. He slowly got up

and went to the window. There was no one in sight. Dressing quickly, he was soon downstairs and, opening the door, stepped outside. A paper lying on the ground

weighted down by a large rock instantly caught his attention. He picked it up, reading the short message under his breath.

Ben looked up, his face blanching. Marilynne---kidnapped and held for ransom? He rubbed the back of his neck in disbelief, and read it once more. Shaking his

head, he sprang into action.

"ADAM!!"he shouted.

Adam sat up, startled out of a deep sleep. He glanced over at Anne, who had also roused and was propped up on one elbow. She raised her eyebrows and

frowned, listening.

"ADAM!" Ben's voice broke the silence again. Adam jumped out of bed and half dressed, pulling his shirt on as he opened the door.

"What is it, Pa?" he asked with concern.

Ben held the note out to him, his face ashen, hand trembling. Adam read it aloud slowly, and looked quickly at his father.

"Did you just find this?"

Ben nodded woodenly. "It was under a rock on the porch."

Anne joined them, a warm robe wrapped around her slender frame. "What's wrong, Adam?" she asked putting her hand on his arm. He handed the paper to her,

and glanced at Ben.

"Are you going to meet their demands?" he questioned quietly.

Ben closed his eyes in anguish. "How can I help it?" he whispered hoarsely. "They have Marilynne."

Adam and Anne both nodded. As much as the Ponderosa meant to Ben, it didn't compare with his love for Marilynne. Both realized that their own spread was part

of this deal as well, but neither mentioned it. Anne slipped away to get dressed while Ben and Adam sat down to formulate a workable plan.

Adam took the paper again and examined it curiously. He noticed several stains on the surface and it possessed a rather unpleasant sweet smell. Carefully refolding

the note, he offered to ride into Virginia City and inform Clem of Marilynne's disappearance, knowing he'd likely form a search party.

Ben nodded. Calling for Hop Sing, he asked him to make a sandwich for Adam to eat on his way into town, briefly telling him what had happened. Hop Sing was

worried, leaving quickly to do his bidding. Adam buckled on his gun belt and turned to his father.

"What about the money?" he queried. "Do you want me to stop at the bank?"

Ben took a deep breath and nodded. "Yeah, you'd better do that, too. Here. Take these with you." Adam mounted Sport as Ben reached for the payroll money

bags and handed them up. "And thanks, Adam."

Anne ran out to see him off, and he leaned down to kiss her goodbye. "Be careful, Darling," she whispered, blinking back tears.

Adam went first to see Clem. He explained the situation as clearly as he could, and Clem listened carefully, scribbling notes on a paper. He glanced up as Adam

finished.

"You don't have any idea who'd want to do this to Ben?" he asked soberly.

Adam shook his head. "None whatsoever. But Pa is taking it very seriously. I'm on my way over to the bank now."

Clem nodded. "I don't like the sound of this, Adam. Your Pa doesn't have many enemies, but he sure seems to have a live one here. The very nerve---demanding

both a large sum of money and the deed to the Ponderosa." he paused and reached for his pistol. "I'll organize a search party while you do your business at the

bank. Meet me back here in half an hour."

With a quick nod, Adam rushed out the door and across the street to the bank. He passed a cowboy leaning against a post by the hitching rail and noticed a

pungent sweet smell. Turning abruptly, he caught the man off guard. He had begun to follow Adam and stopped, scuffing the dirt with his boot. After a lengthy

stare, Adam spun on his heel and proceeded into the bank. keeping one eye on the man in the street.

The banker reluctantly withdrew the stated amount, restraining the desire to question his patron about the transaction. Filling the payroll bags, he locked each one,

handing the key back to Adam. With a curt nod, and a quick but gracious thanks, Adam left the bank, noting that the suspicious man was still there.

The stagecoach rattled into town, stirring up the dust as it braked to a stop. As Candy got down and reached up to lift Karyn to the ground, Adam stepped up to

them.

"Why, Adam!" Candy exclaimed. "We didn't expect to have you meet us, but it's great to see you."

Adam managed a tense smile. "Thanks, Candy, but I honestly forgot that you were coming home today. You see, Marilynne's been kidnapped, and---."

"She's what?" Karyn gasped, reaching for Candy's arm. He slipped it around her, a deep frown furrowing his brow.

Adam nodded. "This morning Pa found a ransom note---." He went on to explain the situation as they listened in shock and amazement. He gave the money bags a

slight lift. "I'm on my way back to see Clem and then I'm heading to the ranch with these. Pa's pretty shook up."

Candy glanced at Karyn. "I'm sure he is," he replied soberly. "I know how either of us would feel. And with their engagement party Saturday..." he let the sentence

hang in mid air.

Adam bit his lip. "I forgot about that," he said quietly. Turning to go, he called over his shoulder, "I'll meet you at the ranch."

They stood still for a moment, then Candy strode to the livery and returned with a horse and buggy. Loading up their baggage, he and Karyn set off for the

Ponderosa to do what they could to help Ben.

Adam glanced back to see the stranger still dogging his footsteps at a discreet distance. He ducked into the sheriff's office where a number of men were already

gathered, loading rifles. Clem stepped forward.

"Alright, Men," he said with authority. "Ben Cartwright will deliver this money" ~ he gestured at the bags Adam held ~ "and the deed to the Ponderosa, and we'll

stay out of sight until it's collected.. Don't even let Ben know you're there." He looked sternly at every man. "Marilynne Carter's life depends on our success and we

all know what Ben thinks of her. His ranch is also hanging in the balance so do everything in your power to pull this off." He lowered his voice.

Instinctively, Adam set the money down and stepped to the door, opening it quickly. The stranger jumped back in surprise at having been caught listening through

the keyhole. He reached for his gun, but Adam drew on him, ordering him to step inside. Clem approached him.

"Who are you?" he barked.

"Sam," the man replied belligerently.

"Sam who?" Clem persisted.

"Sam Runyon."

"Why were you listening?"

Sam clamped his mouth shut and stared straight ahead. Clem jerked his arm. "Well?"

"I wanted to hear what you was sayin' about----." hie eyes shifted around and he stopped short.

"About what?" Adam asked firmly.

Sam shook his head. "I ain't sayin' no more." He said lifting his chin."You can't make me."

"No?," Clem reached for the money bags, and Adam handed him the key. Unlocking one, he opened it slightly, revealing stacks of $100 dollar bills. Sam's eyes

grew large.

"How much do you think there is?" Adam asked.

"Two hun----." Sam broke off. "I duuno. I'd have ta count it."

"Two hundred fifty thousand?" Clem finished. "You know about Marilynne Carter's kidnapping and the ransom note, don't you? Tell me."

Sam stared straight ahead. "I don't know nuthin'." he snarled.

Clem sighed in disgust. Jerking him out of the chair, he hauled him to his securest cell and locked him up. "I'll be gone looking for Mrs. Carter," he informed him

uncharacteristically. "If you don't starve to death in my absence, I'll see that you answer everyone of my questions when I get back." He slammed the door shut,

rejoining the group in his office. "C'mon, Men, let's go."

He left a deputy behind, deputizing Adam and the rest of the men for the mission. Suddenly Adam turned back.

"Say, Clem, I wanted to ask him about that strange smell on his clothes. The ransom note had the same scent."

Clem looked doubtful. "Do you think he'd tell you?"

Adam shook his head. "No, I suppose he wouldn't." He stepped down into the street and his eyes fell on Sam's horse tied at the hitching rail. A smile turned up the

corners of his mouth.

"Clem," he said slowly. "You know what they say about a horse being able to find its way home?" At Clem's nod, he continued, "We'll let Sam's horse show us

where they're holding Marilynne!"

A broad smile spread across Clem's face. "Good idea, Adam," he said admiringly. "What's your plan?"

"Well, after I take the money to Pa, I'll double back through the woods and meet you east of Lookout Point in the canyon. Take Sam's mount with you. When I get

there, I'll tether him with a fairly good length of rope to my saddle, and let him lead off. We should be fine---if he doesn't go through the underbrush!"

Clem nodded. "Sounds good, Adam. We'll be waiting for you." He gave a few low instructions. He and five men would wait for Adam in the canyon, while seven

others were to slip up to Lookout Point and be ready for a surprise ambush.

Adam mounted Sport and galloped away, anxious to complete the task he felt sure would have Marilynne back with the people who loved her by nightfall.

* * * *

Ben paced the floor, stopping to glance out the window from time to time. "Where IS Adam?" he wondered over and over. Anne cared for her children, praying for

strength for Ben. She remembered the time Adam had been deputized to help Clem and had returned seriously wounded. Waiting for him to come home had been

sheer agony. Her heart went out to Ben, knowing that mere words weren't enough to comfort him.

A buggy approached and Ben sprang to the door. "It's Candy and Karyn. I wonder why they're coming here first?"

Anne looked up and lifted Elizabeth in her arms. "Maybe they saw Adam in Virginia City," she guessed. "He'd have told them what happened."

Candy lifted Karyn down and together they ran to the house. Ben opened the door for them.

"Adam told us everything," Candy said breathlessly. "I'm so sorry, Mr. Cartwright. We'll do all we can to find her."

Ben gripped his shoulder and smiled. Karyn gave Ben a hug. "We're praying for both you and Marilynne," she whispered. "I know God will take care of her for

you."

"Thank you," Ben whispered brokenly, returning her hug.

Anne's head lifted alertly. "There's Adam," she said with relief. A horse and rider came into view and Adam leaped from the saddle as soon as Sport had slowed

down. He unstrapped the money bags and ran to the house.

Ben met him at the door. "I was getting worried, Son," he said tensely. "It's already past 10 and the note said to be there by noon."

Adam nodded and detailed their encounter with Sam. He left out his plan using Sam's horse just in case it failed. Taking out the key, he unlocked each bag, and

Candy helped him transfer the money into large burlap sacks, before heading out to the barn to get Buck ready for Ben. Adam stood up and took his hat off.

Fingering it, he glanced at Anne.

"I promised Clem I'd help him. I need to leave again right now." Anne laid Elizabeth down and put her arms around him, stifling a sob at the sight of the deputy's

badge.

"Oh, Adam---No!"

"Shh, Anne," he whispered stroking her hair, "I'll be okay." He took her arm and together they walked outside. Closing the door behind him, he confidentially told

her of his plans to rescue Marilynne, urging her not to tell anyone else until he was well away.

Anne leaned her head against his shoulder and nodded, the tears falling fast. Adam lifted her chin.

"Hey," he said gently, "I'll be back as soon as possible, and I'll be looking for my special smile. May I see it now--- before I go?"

She brushed the tears away and suppressed the sobs, giving him the best smile she could manage under the circumstances. He pulled her into his arms. "I love you,

Anne," he said softly. "Just remember that when you feel afraid or lonely while I'm gone."

Anne nodded, clinging to him. "I will," she whispered, "I love you too, so much." He squeezed her shoulders and kissed her goodbye, then went to the barn for a

long rope. With a quick wave, he mounted Sport and disappeared through the woods.

Ben grabbed his hat, leaving his gun belt on the sideboard and left the house on the run. Candy had Buck ready and Ben mounted, wheeling Buck around in the

direction of Lookout Point. Galloping along the trail, Ben's heartbeat quickened as he thought of what Marilynne must be going through. He fervently hoped they

were treating her well and that she wasn't hurt. She had to be found by Saturday. No, by today, he corrected himself. Urging Buck on faster, he glanced up at the

sun. It was rising higher in the sky---a sure sign that the noon hour was approaching.

* * * *

Pete paced back and forth in the small cabin. Frequently he paused to peer through the poor excuse for a window, only to wheel and pace some more. Finally he

stopped and faced Marilynne.

"Cartwright would be a fool to not leave that money and the deed, you know," he told her as if they'd been conversing about the situation.

Marilynne eyed him silently.

"If he doesn't, you'll be comin' with me. I'm on my way up to Canada now. Ever been to Canada?"?

"No," Marilynne replied firmly.

Pete watched her for a moment and looked out the window again. "Sam shoulda been back by now," he muttered. "I hope the wretch didn't go and get himself in

trouble." He opened the door and furtively glanced around. Closing it firmly, he stalked over to Marilynne.

"You jest keep quiet in case Cartwright decides to be a hero. I'd hate to have to kill you both---but one who's almost a Cartwright's as good as one who is, ain't

it?"

Marilynne closed her eyes, praying again for strength and help. What must this be like for Ben, she wondered? He was a very strong man ~ wise and determined.

Would he try to be a "hero"? Her pulse quickened and she felt torn between wanting to be rescued by the man she dearly loved, and hoping he'd be careful and

play it safe.

"Pete," she spoke kindly, and the burly man turned to look at her in surprise. "What would your mother think of the kind of man you've become?"

"Shut up!" he snarled.

"She no doubt hoped you'd be honorable and respectable, instead of a wanted man, hiding from the law," Marilynne went on, ignoring his outburst.

His eyes narrowed. "What are you tryin' to do? Mess with my mind so I'll feel sorry fer ya? Cuz it ain't workin'."

"No," she replied calmly. "I simply hoped you'd think back about your mother and change your ways before it's too late for you. There's alot of determination and

strength in you, if only it were used correctly."

He stalked over to the cot and raised his hand to slap her, his eyes blazing. Marilynne took one look at him and knew she'd pressed a little too much. Closing her

eyes, she began to quote softly,

"The Lord is my shepherd---."

"Shut up!!" Pete roared, but she continued quietly,

"I shall not want. He maketh me to lie down in---." A stinging slap brought the blood, and Marilynne gently dabbed at the cut on her lip, blinking away the tears that

filled her eyes.

He glared down at her and grabbed at her blouse. Marilynne gasped. "Oh, Lord, help me, please!"

As if frozen, he stopped abruptly and asked. "What did you say?"?

Marilynne opened her eyes, filled with pain and tears. "I wasn't talking to you," she whispered.

He nodded. "I know," he replied roughly, turning away. "You sounded like---." he broke off. "Just leave me alone."

She wiped a falling tear away, and closed her eyes. Somewhere her precious Ben was looking for her, and perhaps, elsewhere, a broken hearted mother was

waiting in vain for the young man who'd left home and become an angry villain. She joined her prayer with that mother's and waited in silence.

* * * *

Candy watched Ben ride away and turned to Karyn.

"Karyn, I'm going after him. He can't possibly fight those men alone."

Karyn nodded and put her arm around his waist. Her brow wore a troubled frown. "Just be very careful, Candy darling," she whispered looking up at him.

He stooped slightly and kissed her gently. "I will," he assured her, holding her close. In a moment he had another horse ready and galloped away.

* * * *

Ben made it to Lookout Point exactly at noon. He dismounted, looking around carefully. There was no sign of another living soul---at least the two-legged kind, but

Ben approached the designated spot with caution. He laid the 2 burlap bags of money on top of the flat rock, placing the deed to the Ponderosa securely beneath

one. Turning slowly, he descended the steep rock and mounted Buck. There was still no sign of the kidnappers, and Ben rode back into the woods where he could

watch from a more secluded location.

A twig snapped behind him, and Ben jumped as though shot. With trepidation, he turned to meet Candy's sober gaze.

"See anything, Mr. Cartwright?"

Ben shook his head. "Not yet," he replied, the stress of the situation taking its toll on his usually steady voice.

They could easily have missed him, but both men caught sight of a slender built man sneaking up the side of the rock, his clothing allowing him to blend in well.

Grabbing the money bags and deed, he began his descent, when a small entourage of men burst out of the surrounding area completely surprising the man. He

obediently dropped the ransom and raised his hands. Quickly subdued, he hung his head, answering their questions reluctantly. Ben dismounted and ran over to

him.

"The woman that was kidnapped---how is she?" he asked anxiously.

"Last I saw, she was fine. At least she was still livin', and that's a big part of bein' fine." he replied harshly.

Ben caught his breath and looked over at Candy. "What do you mean, " Ben demanded, shaking the man's thin shoulder.

"I ain't no expert on women's health," he protested. "She ain't said one word that I've heard. Reckon she talks alot to you. What'd you talk about?" His eyes held a

mocking glint.

Ben straightened. "C'mon, Candy, let's go find her." Candy picked up the bags of money, slipping the deed into one of them and tied them securely to his saddle.

He nodded and swung easily onto his horse.

"You never will!" the man called after them. "I ain't got the money to take back, and Pete said if I didn't bring it, he'd take her to Canada. You got a hankerin' to go

north, Cartwright?"

"If I have to," Ben's voice was strained but determined. He mounted up and rode past the men who were preparing to take their captive into Virginia City. Candy

joined him and the two men headed east in the direction the smaller man had come from.

* * * *

Adam found Clem and the five deputies waiting in the afore mentioned canyon with Sam's horse. It was past noon, and he wondered how things had gone with his

father at Lookout Point. Tethering the long rope to the horse and his saddle horn, Adam motioned for the rest to be ready to ride when the horse decided to return

home.

They meandered along the stream for some time, the horse content to fill it's belly with juicy grass. All at once, it lifted its head and pricked up its ears. Adam

leaned forward, tensing. With a light whinny, Sam's horse began trotting away from the stream and into the open. Sport kept up easily and for some miles all went

well. Suddenly, their guide turned left into a thick grove of trees. Adam and his followers dropped low over their mounts to avoid low hanging branches. He felt a

sharp tug on the rope and then it went slack.

"Oh, no!" Adam exclaimed, urging Sport onward. To his surprise, they hadn't lost the horse after all, but he was wrapped around a large tree. He stood quietly

while they untied the rope and reattached it correctly. It seemed they were making little progress but finally they reached the clearing. Clem rode up to Adam.

"Do you recognize this area?" he asked.

Adam frowned. "Yes and no," he replied. "I know some of the landmarks, but I've never been down here before. Do you?"

Clem nodded. "Yep, there used to be a group of old moonshiners lived up in a little tumbled down shack up in the rocks. They caused a good bit of trouble some

time back, but I thought they'd all left the area. Could be some of them came back. The cabin is just a couple a miles up ahead."

"Let's go," Adam said with resolve, kicking Sport into action. Within a few minutes, he made out a small cabin partially hidden by large pine trees. A wisp of smoke

filtered out the chimney. Clem held up his hand.

"For Marilynne's sake, we gotta handle this very carefully. Adam, this was your idea---what are you gonna do next?"

Adam leaned forward. "I'll untie the horse and let him get attention from within. Whoever's inside has been waiting for Sam to come back. They'll see the horse and

come outside. It's yours from there on, Clem."

Clem nodded, and Adam untied the rope, gently slapping the horse's rump. He galloped across the clearing and up to the cabin.

As predicted, Pete opened the door as soon as Sam's horse appeared.

"What're you doin' here alone?" the big man snarled. "Where'd ya leave Sam?"

"Now!" Clem whispered. He clicked off his safety lock and fired into the air. Pete jumped in mortal fear and reached for his gun, but Adam led the rest in a joint

draw. His eyes widened and he gripped the door facing.

"Drop your gun and come out here with your hands up," Clem ordered brusquely, motioning to an open spot between the trees. Pete slowly crept towards them.

"Anyone else inside?"

"Jest the woman," Pete mumbled. Adam glanced at Clem and ran for the cabin. He rushed inside, pausing for his eyes to adjust to the dimly lit room. The same

strange smell permeated the cabin, but now that Clem had mentioned it, he knew it must be from the ingredients for moonshine. Marilynne lay on a cot in the corner

and as soon as he saw her, he was by her side.

"Marilynne," he whispered, "Marilynne, it's me---Adam. Are you okay?"

She opened her eyes slowly and tears filled them immediately. "Adam?" she whispered. "Oh, thank God you found me!" She began to sob and turned her face

away, trying to hide her swollen, bruised lip. He took out a handkerchief, and handing it to her, said softly,

"Everything's going to be okay. " He squeezed her shoulder. "Let's get you out of here. I know a man named Ben Cartwright who'll be very happy to see you!"

Marilynne managed a slight smile through her tears, wincing at the pain it caused. "I can't wait to see him, too," she acknowledged, sitting up slowly. She closed her

eyes, moaning and put her hand to the back of her head. Adam examined it quickly, discovering a large lump and a fairly deep laceration.

He dipped his handkerchief in water and held it to her cut. "We'll get the doctor for you as soon as we're back at the Ponderosa," he promised. "Do you think you

can walk?"

"I think so," she whispered. "If you help me."

Adam nodded and helped her stand up. She swayed slightly, but gained her balance before long. With careful steps, they walked to the door, and she inhaled deep

breaths of fresh air.

"Marilynne!!" Adam looked up in surprise and saw his father dismounting Buck with alacrity. He covered the ground between them rapidly and took Marilynne in

his arms. "My darling Marilynne," he whispered, "I've been so worried about you! I love you!"

Adam smiled and moved away to join Candy.

"How'd you find this place?" Candy asked.

"Sam's horse led us here," Adam replied, explaining what had happened in Virginia City. "How'd you find it?"

"We heard the gunshot," Candy answered, "And Mr. Cartwright was so worried that it was one of the men killing Marilynne. You should've seen his face when he

saw her standing there in the doorway with you! He was in shock!"

Adam grinned. "Like you said, Candy, we know how it would be if it'd happened to one of us." Candy nodded in agreement.

Clem and his prisoner surrounded by deputies rode off toward town, bidding the rest a good evening. Adam and Candy approached Ben and Marilynne.

"If we plan to get back to the Ponderosa before dark, we'd better be hitting the trial soon, don't you think, Pa?" Adam asked with a smile. Marilynne was still in

Ben's tender embrace, wiping away the tears that refused to stop filling her eyes. Ben nodded.

"Yeah, I suppose your right, Son. Are you ready to go home, Darling?" he asked gently, looking down at her.

"I'm ready," she whispered. Ben helped her mount Buck, opting to ride Sam's horse himself. They rode close together, Ben making sure his dear Marilynne fared as

comfortably as possible.

* * * *

Karyn paced the floor, finally sitting down beside Anne. Baby Elizabeth nursed quietly, half asleep, and Karyn envied her peace and calm.

"Anne, I can't stand it!" she whispered, "What if Candy doesn't come back?"

Anne took her hand and squeezed it. "Don't worry, Karyn. As long as I've known Candy, he's never gotten himself into anything he couldn't get out of. He'll be

fine. Remember, you prayed."

Karyn nodded, gripping her hands together. "I know. But I'd just die if anything happened to him. He's---" her voice broke and she paused to regain control. "He's

the most wonderful man in the world to me!"

Anne smiled. "Keep thinking like that, Karyn, and he'll be back to make sure you never forget!"

The younger woman glanced at her. "How can you be so calm? Aren't you worried, too?"

"Yes, of course I am," Anne replied, "But Adam had taught me alot about trust."

"What do you mean?" Karyn asked.

Anne smiled thoughtfully. "Well, the many times he's been gone on various trips or helping Clem has made me learn to trust God more to bring him back safely.

He's always brought him home to me." She laid Elizabeth on her lap and stroked her little cheeks.

Karyn nodded. "I'm learning that, too," she said softly with a little smile.

"Horsemen come fast from east!" Hop Sing shouted running through the great room. Anne and Karyn looked at each other, both jumping to their feet to see for

themselves. Anne took Elizabeth to the guest room and laid her down among the pillows.

Four riders approached, two of them faster than than the others. Karyn smiled broadly and hugged Anne.

"It's Candy---and Adam!!" she exclaimed.

"And Ben with Marilynne!" Anne added. "Oh, thank God they found her!!"

It was a tearful reunion as they welcomed Marilynne back to the Ponderosa. Ben carried her inside and gently laid her down on the couch. She looked around in

amazement.

"Ben, what have you been doing?" she asked, her eyes widening.

He smiled, taking her hand in both of his. "Just some redecorating for you, Darling," he said looking around. "Do you like it?"

She nodded blinking back tears. "Like it?" she whispered. "It's beautiful!! But you didn't need to---I liked it the way you had it before!"

He leaned forward until her hair brushed his cheek. "I know you did," he admitted. "But I wanted it to look more attractive for you. You deserve the very best in

life." He kissed her tenderly.

Candy tipped his head back and looked down at Karyn who hadn't let him go since he'd gotten in. "We've got a little ways to go until we're home, Karyn. Are you

ready to go?"

She nodded. "I sure am, Candy. Let's go home." She reached for her light shawl and called goodnight to the Cartwrights. Slipping her hand into his as they walked

toward the buggy, she whispered, "Home---isn't that the most beautiful word in the world?"

Candy smiled into her eyes. "I can think of a few that rival it," he replied squeezing her hand gently, "But home is definitely one of them."

As they drove to their little cabin on the knoll, he told her about the afternoon, and how Marilynne's kidnapping had really affected Ben.

"It reminded me of how I felt when I knew you'd been---wronged shortly after I met you. I was so scared for you. I'm glad I have the privilege of protecting and

caring for you now."

Karyn leaned against his shoulder. "You know, Candy, by just being here, I know I'm well cared for. When you're with me, I feel safe and loved." She smiled

dreamily up at him. "I love you, Candy Darling."

His smile quickened her heartbeat. "I love you, too, Karyn," he replied huskily, taking her hand.

Candy pulled the horse to a stop in front of their lovely little cabin. Leaping to the ground, he ran to the door, unlocking it, and throwing it wide open. He returned

to Karyn and swung her up in his arms, carrying her across the yard and into the house. Setting her down, he closed the door and took her in his arms.

"Welcome home, Darling," he whispered, lifting her chin gently. Karyn smiled, closing her eyes. Home---it felt wonderful to share it with Candy.

* * * *

Marilynne looked up as the doctor motioned Ben away. Her head ached and the cut on her lip throbbed, but seeing Ben and feeling his arms around her lessened

the pain, making it more bearable.

"Ben, she'll be alright," Doc Martin said reassuringly. "It's pretty hard on us older folks to go through these kinds of escapades. You'd better take better care of her

when she's Mrs. Ben Cartwright."

Ben smiled, relieved at his words. "You can bet on it, Doc," he replied fervently. "What about the cut on her head?"

The doctor frowned slightly. "It's not as serious as it looks---or feels, but keep it clean and give her the medication I left if it gets to hurtin' too much." He paused

and glanced at Marilynne. "I know from personal experience that a hug often helps more than my medicine!"

"I'm sure it does," Ben said, chuckling softly. "Doc, do you ever think you missed your calling? You're a pretty good counsellor."

Doc Martin grinned and put on his hat. "Nope, never did, Ben. A doctor's advice is usually heeded!" He picked up his black bag and left, promising to stop back in

a day or two.

Adam and Anne sat at the table enjoying the conversation between Ben and the doctor. Ben put his hand on Adam's shoulder,

"Son, I hate to ask this of you, but would you and Anne mind staying another night? Marilynne really shouldn't make the trip to Virginia City tonight, and it---well, it

would look better if you were here, too."

Adam grinned. "Sure, Pa. We'll stay. I'll ride over to our place and make sure everything's still okay there, and check on the stock." he turned to Anne. "Would you

like to come with me? I'll saddle Beauty for you."

Without hesitation, she nodded. "I would love to! Ben, would you mind watching the children?"

He smiled and shook his head. "Of course not. I'll gladly watch them for you."

Anne changed into a riding skirt and slipped on a light jacket. She braided her hair and peeked in on Elizabeth and young Adam before waving to Ben and

Marilynne as she quietly closed the door. Adam handed her the reins and assisted her into the saddle. Mounting Sport, he smiled at her. "Ready, Anne?" he asked,

and they galloped toward their own place. Dusk was falling and a few stars twinkled overhead when they dismounted at the familiar hitching post.

Adam took her hand and they checked the stock together, entering the house last of all. Anne looked around.

"It seems so long since we were here, doesn't it?" she asked

"Yeah, it does," he replied. "This has been one very long day. I'm glad things turned out the way they did. Pa sure is a different man than he was this morning!"

Anne nodded. "It's been such a hard experience for him." She shook her head sympathetically.

They gathered changes of clothing for the morrow and Adam banked what embers were left in the fireplace. As they prepared to leave, he set the satchel down

and took her hands.

"Anne, do you mind not being here? I mean, if Pa needed us to stay until his wedding, would it be so very hard on you?"

She thought his words over carefully, and lifted her eyes to meet his. "Adam," she replied softly, "I discovered a long time ago that when I'm in your arms, I'm

home." A warm smile lit up her face. "I miss it here, but not nearly as much as I'd miss you. No, I don't mind."

His eyes darkened and he drew her into a tender embrace.

* * * *

Ben pulled a chair over beside the couch and sat down, taking Marilynne's hands in his. He leaned closer.

"Tell me about everything, Darling," he said softly.

Marilynne closed her eyes for a moment, then nodded and looked up at him. "It was when I was walking home from the dressmaker's shop, evening before last,"

she began, "I passed the alley by the bank and saw a shadow moving. It frightened me, and I walked a little faster, but something hit me over the head, and I don't

remember anything until I woke up in the cabin and heard them talking about the ransom note."

Ben's eyes held a pained expression as he listened, pressing her hands gently with his strong fingers.

"The one they called Sam left the cabin before dawn to leave the note here for you. He said something about going on into Virginia City to see if anyone came to

get the money from the bank. The slender man, Tony, went to collect the ransom, leaving Pete, the big man there in the cabin to watch me." she paused and he

lifted a glass of water to her lips. Taking a deep breath, she continued, "I talked to Pete some about his mother, and it made him furious. When he heard me quoting

scripture, he slapped me. That's what tore my lip." Ben leaned forward and kissed her cheek.

"I'm so sorry, Dear," he whispered.

"He was so angry, and he---he tried to rip my blouse," Ben's eyes flashed and he looked away briefly. Marilynne pulled his hands up to her lips and kissed them

lightly. "I'm okay, Darling. I prayed, and he stopped immediately and left me alone. It wasn't long before I heard the gunshot and Adam came. Then you got there,

and here we are."

He nodded soberly. "Oh, Marilynne," he whispered brokenly. "Thank God, you're safe. I love you so much."

She smiled up at him and put her arms around his neck, drawing him close. "I love you, Ben" she replied. He kissed her gently, mindful of her injured lip, and held

her in his arms.

"I was scared, especially last night, not knowing why they'd kidnapped me." she whispered against his chest. "But I knew that by morning's light, you'd have the

note, and you'd come looking for me. I never gave up hope."

Ben looked down at the woman he cherished and nodded. "And I never gave up hope of finding you, either," he replied. "Thanks to the Lord and Adam, we did."

Marilynne insisted on returning to the boarding house the following morning. "Ben, Darling, you've been wonderful to me, and I wish I could stay here, but you

know what damage idle tongues can do. I won't put either of us in that position." she smiled up at him charmingly. "Of course, if you don't want to drive me to

Virginia City, I'm sure Adam would graciously consent to take me."

Ben straightened in his chair. "And have people say we'd had an argument and I wouldn't drive you to town? No thank you! Besides, it'll give us some time to

talk---alone." He poured each of them a second cup of coffee and they enjoyed it in leisure before Ben reluctantly harnessed the horse and and buggy,

Their drive to town was a pleasant one. Ben took along the large sum of money to re-deposit in the bank, having filed the deed in his own personal safe.

He escorted Marilynne to the door, and squeezed her arms. "I'll be back for you Saturday morning," he promised. With a gentle smile and embrace, he waved

goodbye and drove to the bank, stopping at the mercantile afterwards to pick up a gift for his bride.

* * * *

Saturday held every promise of being a beautiful day. It dawned clear and fragrant with the scent of pines and wild woodland roses. Ben was up early, making final

preparations for the evening's celebration. He lifted the pictures of Elizabeth, Inger, and Marie ~ looking at each one carefully.

"They are sweet memories---memories of the past." he mused brushing away the mist in his eyes. Going into his room, he took a box down from the top shelf and

wrapped each picture in sheets of newspaper. Laying them down one by one, he piled a few soft cloths on top and replaced the box. He picked up Marilynne's

picture and with a smile, set it in the center of his dresser. Closing the door, he went downstairs for a consultation with Hop Sing about the dinner arrangements..

* * * *

Marilynne pulled a couple of dresses from her closet and surveyed them critically. Tonight was such a special occasion that she wanted to look her very best for

Ben. At last, she settled on the deep purple dress with crisp white lace and a gold cameo. She was ready long before the creaking of wheels outside let her know

that he had arrived. His eyes lit up.

"Marilynne, you keep getting prettier each time I see you!" he complimented, taking her arm. "I'm proud of you."

Her soft laugh was music to his ears. "Thank you, Ben. You're so sweet!"

They spent the day talking and making last minute preparations for the party. Once the guests began to arrive, Adam took his guitar and provided entertainment

while Ben and Marilynne graciously mingled among them. Joe and Annabelle arrived right on time, and looked around in surprise.

"Pa, you didn't waste any time once I was gone, did you?" he teased, winking at Annabelle. "Everything sure does look nice."

Ben smiled and greeted his youngest son with a warm embrace, extending the same to Annabelle. Marilynne stepped up to them, and welcomed them as well. Joe

noticed the bruise on her lip and turned to his father.

"Now, Pa, don't tell me you gave Marilynne that bruise!" he said.

Ben smiled soberly. "Of course not, Joe," he replied. "Marilynne was kidnapped earlier this week." He sketched the details for them.

Joe's face reflected his surprise at the news. He frowned, putting his hand on Marilynne's arm. " I'm so sorry," he murmured contritely. "I didn't know." Annabelle

shook her head sympathetically, her eyes wide with distress.

She smiled. "It's alright, Joseph, Annabelle" her gentleness nearly brought the tears to his eyes. "I'm fine now, and that's all that matters."

A small army of friends descended upon them and pulled Ben and Marilynne to the middle of the room. Everyone quieted down, and Ben looked around the room,

smiling as he glanced from face to face. He looked down at Marilynne and began,

"It's been a long time since I've had this opportunity, but I can't think of a better way to let you know that in a week, Marilynne Carter will become Mrs. Ben

Cartwright!"

Cheers and applause erupted throughout the room. Anne shifted Elizabeth on her lap and put her hand on Adam Charles's shoulder. Adam slipped his arm around

her and smiled at his family with contentment. Joe and his bride exchanged smiles as did Candy and his Karyn. Each one felt supremely happy for Ben and

Marilynne, knowing that in finding her, he had also found a part of himself that had been locked away for many years.

Ben held up his hand. "You all know how special Marilynne is to me, and that almost losing her earlier this week was an experience I never want to repeat." he

paused, and brushed his hand across his eyes. "But it's a funny thing, the way hardship brings you closer to your loved ones. You come to realize just how empty

your life would be without them---how each word they've said or smile they've given has become a part of your heart." He turned to face Marilynne, and gently

wiped a tear from her cheek. "You're very precious to me, Marilynne. Thank you for accepting my proposal of marriage."

She smiled through her tears and squeezed his hand. "Thank you for asking me," she replied softly. Most of the women were wiping away tears, and a few men

cleared their throats. Ben glanced around.

"I didn't mean to put you all in a sober frame of mind for the party," he apologized. "I just wanted to express a few thoughts. We are honored to have you all at the

Ponderosa. Let's have some music, shall we?" He motioned to a small band, and they struck up a lively tune. Reaching for Marilyne's hand, they led the dancing

with several couples joining them.

It was a lovely evening, thoroughly enjoyed by all. Hop Sing and Jenny served a wonderful meal, topped off with a beautiful cake. It was simply decorated by a

single heart with the initials B.C. and M.C.

After the last guest had disappeared down the road, Ben took Marilynne's arm. "I guess I'd better be taking you back to the boarding house, but before long, I'll be

bringing you home for good!"

Marilynne placed her hand over his. "Oh, Ben," she whispered. "I love the sound of that!"

They pulled up in front of the boarding house, and Ben reached inside his coat, pulling out a small package. With a smile, he handed it to Marilynne. "I wanted to

give this to you now, after the party."

She raised her eyebrows in surprise, taking the parcel and carefully unwrapping it. Inside was a beautiful rose brooch. Her eyes lit up. "Oh, Ben, it's lovely!" She

exclaimed. "I love roses! Thank you so much."

He nodded, smiling. "Open it up," he instructed softly.

She examined it carefully and opened the tiny clasp to reveal a hidden locket. Holding it to the light, Marilynne saw tiny pictures of herself and Ben. She lifted her

eyes to meet his. Shaking her head, she murmured. "Ben, you're a sweetheart---I love you!"

* * * *

The following days were a blur to Marilynne. Her excitement over the wedding coupled with the news that both of her children David and Jennifer were traveling to

the states for it gave her little time to be idle. Her dress was completed and hung ready to be worn on her special day. She looked at it often, giving thanks each

time she did for the privilege of marrying a man like Ben Cartwright.

Ben, too was occupied, finalizing travel arrangements for their honeymoon, which he kept a total secret. Even Marilynne was left guessing and finally gave up

altogether. "As long as you're with me, Ben, I don't care where we go!" She leaned closer and whispered in his ear. He raised his eyebrows, but nodded

thoughtfully.

"Well, Marilynne, if that's what you want, it's just fine with me."

Adam, Joe, and Candy worked tirelessly to have everything ready at the Ponderosa for the big day. They scrubbed down every inch of the exterior walls and

washed the windows till they shone without sunshine. Joe cleaned the porch thoroughly, replacing the potted plants with lovely rosebushes in bloom.

The evening before the wedding, everyone gathered at the ranch for one last get together. It was a lovely ending to an era that Ben had resigned himself to---that of

being a bachelor for the remainder of his days. Hop Sing and Jenny served them outside, sitting down to join them in the reminiscing afterwards.

"Hoss would be so proud of you, Pa," Adam said thoughtfully. "This was a day he wanted to see."

Ben nodded. "Yes, it was," he agreed, squeezing Marilynne's hand. "Hoss had a big heart. What a son he was, and how much I miss him."

Marilynne leaned her head against his shoulder, silently aching for him and sharing the pain he'd concealed in his heart without letting it make him bitter.

* * * *

Ben and Marilynne's wedding brought most of Virginia City out to the Ponderosa. Even shop keepers hung Closed for Emergency signs in their windows and

made the long trip. Joe looked around with an amused smile.

"Pa should've planned to have an outdoor wedding---in the pasture!" he whispered to Adam, who nodded in agreement. "The whole territory must've turned out!"

"Close to it," Adam replied. "Pa's well known, and everyone wants to be a part of his special day." He noticed Anne holding a wailing Elizabeth Anne and excused

himself to lend a hand. The little girl was cutting teeth, and Anne had been up with her much of the night. She smiled wearily and let him take her. Adam noted the

tiredness in her eyes, and bent down.

"You look beautiful, Anne," he whispered.

Her eyes lit up, and she smiled gratefully. "Thank you for that encouragement, Adam. You don't know how much it means to me." He bounced Elizabeth gently,

and she quieted down, whimpering softly. Anne gave him another smile and leaned back against the wall to rest a bit.

There was no room for the organ with all of the guests, so Ben asked Adam to play The Wedding March on his guitar. Candy signaled to him, and he handed

Elizabeth back to Anne, taking his place off to the side and picking up his guitar. He softly strummed a few notes and then began to pick the melody. Ben felt tears

sting his eyes as he watched Marilynne walk up the aisle to meet him. Her children and their families had arrived just minutes before, and were satisfied to see in

Ben's face the love they wanted for their mother.

Ben and Marilynne were joined together in a lovely traditional ceremony with special vows each had written for the other. Rev. Gregory led them in a poignant

prayer of commitment and pronounced them man and wife. Ben took his bride in his arms and drew her to him gently.

"MArilyyne, I've waited for this day for so long---I love you!" he whispered.

"Oh, Ben, I love you with all my heart," she replied, her heart in her eyes. Their kiss was tender and sweet.

The long line of guests waiting to congratulate Mr. and Mrs. Ben Cartwright only seemed to grow. Even the territorial governor had made a special trip,and assured

Marilynne that she'd made a wise choice.

Anne stepped up to Marilynne's daughter Jennifer and introduced herself. Jennifer wiped away a tear and turned from watching her mother and Ben.

"I've never seen Mother so radiant before," she said softly. "We were so worried about her when she wrote about coming West, but now I'm glad she did."

Anne smiled and shifted Elizabeth Anne to her other arm. "Your mother won all of our hearts as soon as we met her. She's a dear."

Jennifer nodded. "I hope we can stay in touch. I'd like to get to know you better, and unfortunately my husband Douglas could only get so much time off. Will you

write?"

Anne assured her that she would, and motioned Karyn over to introduce them. She excused herself and went in search of Adam and their son.

The last guest finally departed, leaving only the family to linger around. Ben and Marilynne shared dinner with their family and then prepared to leave for the

honeymoon. Joe offered to drive them to Virginia City, but Ben surprised them all by stating that he would be driving his bride wherever they went.

"But where are you going?" Adam wanted to know. Ben only smiled mysteriously and refused to divulge the details.

Marilynne's children had rooms at the hotel in Virginia City and reluctantly pulled themselves away. When each of Ben's sons and Candy had taken their families

home, Ben turned to Marilynne.

"Are you sure you want to stay here for the honeymoon? Wouldn't you rather go someplace romantic and quiet?"

Marilynne shook her head. "No, Ben Darling. This is the quietest, most romantic place I could hope to spend our honeymoon. It's being with you that makes it

wonderful. I've had my share of traveling, and so have you." She caressed his cheek. "I love you, Ben," she whispered.

A smile of love and devotion lit up his face as he picked her up in his arms. "I love you, too, Marilynne."

The setting sun lent a ray of glory, peeking through the window and illuminating the new couple, content in each other's presence. It would rise and set many more

times, reflecting in their faces the love and warmth expressed freely from two hearts knit closely by their Creator.

THE END

Authors Note:

While most of the characters are derived from NBC's popular Western Bonanza (1959-1973) created by David Dortort, the story penned here is purely fictional.

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

"By Morning's Light"

Ben threw open the window and breathed deeply of the fresh, pine-scented air. It filled his lungs and invigorated his soul, but his mind wasn't focused on the beauty

around him. Stretching, he turned to the dresser and picked up a beautifully framed picture. He sat down slowly, looking at the lovely woman whose likeness smiled

back at him.

"Marilynne," he breathed her name reverently. His bride in only two weeks. It seemed to him that since meeting her at the spring box social, life had taken on a

deeper meaning, the sunshine was brighter and warmer, and her gentle embrace left a melody in his heart.

He shook his head, the smile within making an appearance on his lined, but ruggedly handsome face. Replacing the picture on the dresser, he pulled his boots on

and with another long look at Marilynne's likeness, left the room.

Hop Sing and Jenny had breakfast waiting for him. The three sat down together, and even though there was an empty feeling in the absence of the family Ben had

been used to having around for many years, the anticipation of what was to come more than made up for it. They talked about the engagement party planned for

Saturday. Candy and his wife Karyn would be home from their honeymoon, and Joe and Annabelle were coming in that morning. Marilynne and he would formally

announce their engagement though, Ben thought wryly, anyone who didn't know about it by now had to be sadly lacking in observation skills. They'd been a couple

since the box social.

A wagon rumbled into the yard, and the driver called out loudly,

"Halloo! Anybody here?"

Ben opened the door to see the express wagon loaded with furniture. "Why, good morning, Jim! I'll be right with you." He grabbed his hat and assisted Jim in

unloading a couch, several chairs, some attractive lamps, and an assortment of various sized boxes. A couple of crates were tied near the front.

"Them's yers too, Ben," Jim huffed and puffed as he cut the ropes.

Ben nodded. They held new pillows and finer bedding. His coloring rose slightly. Anne had given him advice on what would be suitable and pleasing to a woman of

Marilynne's taste and would be coming to help him decorate as soon as he let her know they'd arrived.

Finally his wagon was empty and the yard was a combination of crates, boxes, and pieces of furniture. The express driver eyed Ben speculatively.

"Is gittin' married worth all this trouble, Ben?" he asked, chewing on a small piece of wood.

Ben smiled. "It is to me, Jim," he replied. "Thanks for helping me unload everything."

Jim nodded, a doubtful expression lingering on his wrinkled face. "I'm jest glad I already got me a wife," he drawled. "She's satisfied with what we ain't got!"

Ben only smiled and waved. "Good bye, Jim!"

Hop Sing and Jenny stood at the door watching Ben pull the crates closer to the porch. He glanced up at them.

"Say, Hop Sing, Jenny---do you know of anybody who could use the furniture I'll be taking out of the house to make room for all of this?"

They looked at each other. Hop Sing nodded slowly. "Yes, Mistah Cartwright, Jenny and me---we like to put it in little house we move into after our wedding. If it

okay with you."

Ben's smile was reassuring. "That would be wonderful!" he exclaimed, having thought of it himself, "The furniture will like to stay among friends!"

Hop Sing and Jenny laughed and went inside to clean up the breakfast dishes. Ben saddled Buck and rode to Anne and Adam's ranch.

* * * *

Marilynne stood on a chair as the Virginia City dressmaker fitted her wedding dress. With nimble fingers, she turned up the hem, placing a few pins here and there

to mark it evenly. Around a mouthful of pins, she addressed Marilynne,

"How'd you ever manage to snag Mr. Cartwright? I happen to know a good many women around here have tried and failed---every last one of them. I'd a tried

myself, only I stay so busy I never found the time!" she laughed a little, amused at herself.

Marilynne managed a slight smile. "I didn't snag him," she replied gently. "We became good friends, but I didn't try to get him. A woman can scare a man off by

trying too hard to get his attention."

The dressmaker nodded. "Yep, your right about that. Okay, Miz Carter, you can step down now. We'll finish fittin' those sleeves."

Marilynne stepped down from the chair and held her arms out for the sleeves to be slipped on. Her dress was a lovely combination of satin and lace, with a

sweetheart neckline and puffed sleeves. Inwardly she wished she could show it to Ben, but it wouldn't be proper before the wedding. She felt like a school girl, so

excited and happy. Who could've dreamed that coming West would prove so rewarding? Her heart lifted a silent prayer of thanksgiving. Ben had become so dear

and wonderful to her in a relatively short time. A smile of contentment enhanced her beautiful face, and the dressmaker watching furtively, sighed softly. Mrs. Carter

and Ben Cartwright were two of a very special kind.

* * * *

Anne held up a card with a letter of the alphabet beside a picture for Adam Charles to identify.

"A ~ Apple," he answered promptly.. They continued through the remainder of the alphabet in the same fashion. This was only a review lesson as he'd learned them

well already.

She reached for a book and taking the "A" card, began teaching him the vowel sounds. He would be turning 5 on his next birthday, and Anne contemplated the

possibility of homeschooling him. The Virginia City school teacher had left due to illness and a replacement was still in the question mark stage.

Adam Charles was a quick learner and absorbed information like a sponge. He leaned forward eagerly, taking in what his mother taught about long and short

vowel sounds. After a brief application review, Anne excused him to play outside and lifted Elizabeth out of her crib. The little girl smiled sweetly, her drowsy eyes

threatening to droop shut again.

Anne rocked Elizabeth gently, her thoughts wandering to Adam, her beloved husband of nearly half a dozen years. He would be coming in before long from a day

out on the range, and that was the highlight of her day. She closed her eyes, and mentally reminisced about days gone by ~ days she cherished in her heart.

"Grandpa's comin'!!" Adam Charles called excitedly from the porch. Wiggles barked happily, standing proudly beside his master.

Anne rose to her feet and waved from the doorway. "Hello, Ben!" she greeted him. "Please, come on in."

He stopped to say hello to his grandson and Wiggles before entering the lovely home, a replica of his own.

"Howdy, Anne---Elizabeth, How're my favorite girls today?"

Anne smiled, transferring the baby to his arms. "I don't think we can honestly claim that privilege anymore, Ben!" She squeezed his arm and pulled a comfortable

chair over for him.

"No, but I can!" came a voice from the doorway. Both of them looked up to see Adam standing there, a grin on his handsome face.

"Adam!" Anne went to meet him, and Ben turned away with Elizabeth to give them a moment alone.

Adam's shirt was dusty and damp from a hard morning's work, but Anne didn't mind. She wrapped her arms around him, and he drew her close, whispering,

"I love you, Anne," Her reply was lost in his kiss.

When Anne went to pour coffee for them all, Adam pulled a chair away from the table and sat down close to Ben.

"Say, Pa," he said casually, "I saw Jim driving up the road this morning with a whole furniture store loaded on the express wagon. He wasn't by any chance heading

for the Ponderosa, was he?"

Ben glanced up sideways. Nodding, he replied, "Yeah, he brought a few things by earlier."

Adam raised his eyebrows. "Can you manage to move those few things in by yourself?"

A smile replaced Ben's sober expression. "Now that you mention it----I could use a hand. Would you like to come over after lunch, and we could work on it?"

Anne set the cups down and turned to Adam. "Let's do, Adam," she said softly. "I promised to help with decorating when everything got here."

He nodded and took her hand. "I'll get cleaned up. Why don't you stay for lunch, Pa?"

Ben stood up, handing Elizabeth to her mother. "I'd love to, but Hop Sing and Jenny are expecting me back. I'll see you soon!"

They watched him ride away, his shoulders squared and a jaunty tilt to his hat. Adam slipped his arm around Anne.

"Marilynne has brought such happiness into Pa's life," he said thoughtfully. "He's really excited about fixing up the Ponderosa for her---and she liked it just the way

we always kept it."

"He's in love with her," Anne mused softly. "Love can make you want the very best for someone, even when they don't think it's necessary."

Adam's arm tightened around her waist. Looking down at her, he commented, "You sound as if you know what you're talking about."

She smiled up at him, her eyes dark and gentle. "I do," she replied. His eyes held hers as he drew her close again.

* * * *

Dusk had fallen when Marilynne left the dressmaker's shop. The fitting had taken quite a bit longer than she had thought it would, and she hurried toward the

boarding house, anxious to be inside before darkness truly descended. Walking past the alley, she glimpsed two dark forms, and quickened her step when a sharp

thwack to her head slowed her pace altogether. She crumpled to the ground, a slight moan escaping her lips.

One attacker lit a match and shielded it from view as he scrutinized her face.

"Yep, that's Ben Cartwright's woman," he noted with satisfaction. "C'mon, Pete, let's get her outta here before someone sees us."

With limited carefulness, they lifted her inert form, carrying her to a wagon at the end of the alley. Quietly flipping the reins, they headed east, out of Virginia City.

* * * *

Ben found a large box, put a heavy blanket inside, and made a makeshift crib for Elizabeth Anne. Adam Charles played nearby with Wiggles to keep her company

and watch over her. Hop Sing took Jenny out for a quiet drive, leaving the family to themselves.

Eager to make some changes, they carried the well-worn furniture out into the storage shed, replacing it with the new after Anne thoroughly cleaned the floor. A

large, soft rug covered the center and served to blend the rustic charm with simple elegance. Ben had selected deep green and rich burgundy as his basic colors,

coordinating them with roses and creams. Anne had suggested the area rug, and he loved the idea immediately.

With the couch in place, Ben and Adam carried in the chairs and arranged them with Anne's assistance. The new lamps either stood alone or on small tables,

adding a soft glow to the great room. Ben stood back and surveyed it with a critical eye.

"My desk looks out of place with all of this," he said frowning. "But where should we put it?"

Adam put a hand up to his chin thoughtfully. "Well, Pa, we could make a room divider that would partition your office space off from the rest of the room."

Ben smiled. "Let's do it,"he said with finality.

Anne tossed a couple of pillows onto the couch, then rearranged them to her satisfaction. Stepping back, she tilted her head first to one side, then to the other.

Adam watched her with an amused smile.

"Which tilt looked better?" he teased.

Anne looked over at him and grinned, shaking her head. "Both of them," she replied. "I just wanted to see it from all angles." She smiled at Ben. "Marilynne will be

so pleased," she said softly.

He glanced up at her from his seat on the couch. "You both get alot of credit for helping me---especially you, Anne, for giving me so much advice on what colors to

get and which designs looked best."

She acknowledged his compliment humbly and walked over to the crates. "May I get started in your room, now?"

He lifted hi head quickly, and nodded. "Sure, go ahead," he replied. "Adam and I will take these up for you."

Anne checked on Elizabeth, and covered Adam Charles who had succumbed to weariness and now lay on his father's coat beside his sister's crib. She climbed the

stairs and entered Ben's room where he and Adam were lifting the lids from two large crates. Anne began removing the comforter and blankets from Ben's bed.

She glanced over at the men.

"I will call you for inspection," she said sweetly, hinting that now would be a good time for them to make their escape. As soon as they'd left, she went to work in

earnest, folding everything neatly in one pile, and replacing it with the fine linens Ben had purchased. The comforter reflected the same colors from the great room,

but in more muted tones.

She turned to the other crate and pulled heavy drapes out. Looking up at the existing curtains, she shook her head, and going to the door, called,

"Adam!" she paused briefly. "Adam, will you help me, please!!"

He appeared in the kitchen doorway, munching an apple. "Coming, Dear!" he replied, taking the steps two at a time. He stopped at the door and looked around,

then entered slowly.

"Say, you've changed the appearance in here!" he said in admiration. "It's really beautiful."

"It is beautiful," Anne replied, holding up a drapery panel. "I need you to take the old ones down and help me put these up."

Adam smiled down at her. "That's one thing I like about you," he said reflectively, "You can do so much, but when you need help, you're not afraid to ask for it." he

took the panel from her hand and stepped closer. "I'm glad you always call for me."

Anne put her arms around his neck. "You're such a sweetheart, how could I help but call for you?" she stood on tiptoes and kissed him lightly. "But then I love

you."

He squeezed her shoulders. "And I love you, Anne."

It didn't take long to hang the new drapes, and both stood back to admire the attractive room. Together they carried the empty crates out into the hallway, and

Adam called Ben to come and look things over.

He stepped inside the once familiar room and looked around in disbelief. "It's absolutely beautiful!" he exclaimed softly. "Thank you, Anne. I could never have

made it look like this."

Anne put her hand on his arm. "It was my---our pleasure, Ben." she replied with a gentle smile, "You deserve the very best---and so does Marilynne."

He covered her hand with his. "I really appreciate all you've done---for us," he said gratefully.

Elizabeth whimpered, and Anne excused herself to check on the little girl. The men followed her downstairs, and Adam looked at the time.

"My goodness, it's half past midnight!" he exclaimed. "Pa, we'd better head for home. I didn't realize it was this late!"

Ben nodded. "I'm sorry, Adam. I---."

Adam held up his hand. "Don't apologize, Pa. Anne and I are glad to help." He grinned and picked up his hat. "We'll feel at home here, now. Joe and Candy are

the ones who'll have to adjust!"

Ben agreed with a smile. "It sure changed the looks of things!" he mused contentedly.

Adam nodded and lifted Adam Charles in his strong arms. Ben watched them get the children ready, and spoke quietly, motioning to the downstairs guest room.

"You know, you could stay here tonight, and not have to get the children out in the night air."

Adam and Anne glanced at each other, and both nodded. "Thanks, Pa," Adam accepted the invitation, taking off his hat. "We really appreciate that."

Ben decided to stay in Hoss's old room since his was specially prepared for his bride, and after sharing a steaming cup of tea with Adam and Anne, bid them

goodnight. He thought about Marilynne and how surprised she would be with what they'd done. She was so dear to him, and he wished she were there for him to

tell her so--- just once more. He went to sleep with a prayer for her on his lips.

* * * *

Marilynne heard muffled voices and smelled a strong unpleasantly sweet substance when she regained consciousness. Opening her eyes a crack, she saw three men

huddled around a small table near the fireplace. A flickering candle sat in the middle of the table casting eerie shadows across their faces. Her head ached and the

hard cot she was confined to did nothing to ease the pain. Marilynne suppressed a groan with great effort, and strained her ears to hear better.

"Tony," a big burly man was saying, "You know yer letters. Git that paper and write a note to Cartwright. We gotta git it to him before daylight."

Tony withdrew a sheet of paper from a box in the corner and laid it on the table. He looked up at the big man.

"Alright, Pete, what do I write?"

Pete thought for a moment. "Make it like this: 'To Ben Cartwright----Iffen you wanna see yer woman agin, bring $250,000.00 and the deed to the Ponderosa to

Lookout Point at noon today. Put it on top of the flat rock there at the Point. Come by yerself---unarmed.' "

Marilynne felt numb. How could they make such a demand? She wished desperately there were some way she could escape before Ben had to deal with such a

ransom note.

The third man leaned forward. "Ain't that a bit much to be askin'? Suppose he refuses?"

Pete gave a hard, unpleasant laugh. "He won't, but iffen he does, I git his woman. So either way, Sam,we git somethin outta this deal."

Marilynne stiffened imperceptively. "Dear God," she prayed silently. "Please help Ben to know what to do. And please protect him---and me, for his sake."

She heard Sam ride away to deliver the note and felt the other two watching her. Lying perfectly still, Marrilynne continued to pray for mercy and help. Her heart

ached for Ben, and she wished she were there to comfort him when he found it.

* * * *

Ben awoke with the sound of hoofbeats echoing in his ears. He shook his head. Surely Adam wasn't already up, as late as they'd retired last night. He slowly got up

and went to the window. There was no one in sight. Dressing quickly, he was soon downstairs and, opening the door, stepped outside. A paper lying on the ground

weighted down by a large rock instantly caught his attention. He picked it up, reading the short message under his breath.

Ben looked up, his face blanching. Marilynne---kidnapped and held for ransom? He rubbed the back of his neck in disbelief, and read it once more. Shaking his

head, he sprang into action.

"ADAM!!"he shouted.

Adam sat up, startled out of a deep sleep. He glanced over at Anne, who had also roused and was propped up on one elbow. She raised her eyebrows and

frowned, listening.

"ADAM!" Ben's voice broke the silence again. Adam jumped out of bed and half dressed, pulling his shirt on as he opened the door.

"What is it, Pa?" he asked with concern.

Ben held the note out to him, his face ashen, hand trembling. Adam read it aloud slowly, and looked quickly at his father.

"Did you just find this?"

Ben nodded woodenly. "It was under a rock on the porch."

Anne joined them, a warm robe wrapped around her slender frame. "What's wrong, Adam?" she asked putting her hand on his arm. He handed the paper to her,

and glanced at Ben.

"Are you going to meet their demands?" he questioned quietly.

Ben closed his eyes in anguish. "How can I help it?" he whispered hoarsely. "They have Marilynne."

Adam and Anne both nodded. As much as the Ponderosa meant to Ben, it didn't compare with his love for Marilynne. Both realized that their own spread was part

of this deal as well, but neither mentioned it. Anne slipped away to get dressed while Ben and Adam sat down to formulate a workable plan.

Adam took the paper again and examined it curiously. He noticed several stains on the surface and it possessed a rather unpleasant sweet smell. Carefully refolding

the note, he offered to ride into Virginia City and inform Clem of Marilynne's disappearance, knowing he'd likely form a search party.

Ben nodded. Calling for Hop Sing, he asked him to make a sandwich for Adam to eat on his way into town, briefly telling him what had happened. Hop Sing was

worried, leaving quickly to do his bidding. Adam buckled on his gun belt and turned to his father.

"What about the money?" he queried. "Do you want me to stop at the bank?"

Ben took a deep breath and nodded. "Yeah, you'd better do that, too. Here. Take these with you." Adam mounted Sport as Ben reached for the payroll money

bags and handed them up. "And thanks, Adam."

Anne ran out to see him off, and he leaned down to kiss her goodbye. "Be careful, Darling," she whispered, blinking back tears.

Adam went first to see Clem. He explained the situation as clearly as he could, and Clem listened carefully, scribbling notes on a paper. He glanced up as Adam

finished.

"You don't have any idea who'd want to do this to Ben?" he asked soberly.

Adam shook his head. "None whatsoever. But Pa is taking it very seriously. I'm on my way over to the bank now."

Clem nodded. "I don't like the sound of this, Adam. Your Pa doesn't have many enemies, but he sure seems to have a live one here. The very nerve---demanding

both a large sum of money and the deed to the Ponderosa." he paused and reached for his pistol. "I'll organize a search party while you do your business at the

bank. Meet me back here in half an hour."

With a quick nod, Adam rushed out the door and across the street to the bank. He passed a cowboy leaning against a post by the hitching rail and noticed a

pungent sweet smell. Turning abruptly, he caught the man off guard. He had begun to follow Adam and stopped, scuffing the dirt with his boot. After a lengthy

stare, Adam spun on his heel and proceeded into the bank. keeping one eye on the man in the street.

The banker reluctantly withdrew the stated amount, restraining the desire to question his patron about the transaction. Filling the payroll bags, he locked each one,

handing the key back to Adam. With a curt nod, and a quick but gracious thanks, Adam left the bank, noting that the suspicious man was still there.

The stagecoach rattled into town, stirring up the dust as it braked to a stop. As Candy got down and reached up to lift Karyn to the ground, Adam stepped up to

them.

"Why, Adam!" Candy exclaimed. "We didn't expect to have you meet us, but it's great to see you."

Adam managed a tense smile. "Thanks, Candy, but I honestly forgot that you were coming home today. You see, Marilynne's been kidnapped, and---."

"She's what?" Karyn gasped, reaching for Candy's arm. He slipped it around her, a deep frown furrowing his brow.

Adam nodded. "This morning Pa found a ransom note---." He went on to explain the situation as they listened in shock and amazement. He gave the money bags a

slight lift. "I'm on my way back to see Clem and then I'm heading to the ranch with these. Pa's pretty shook up."

Candy glanced at Karyn. "I'm sure he is," he replied soberly. "I know how either of us would feel. And with their engagement party Saturday..." he let the sentence

hang in mid air.

Adam bit his lip. "I forgot about that," he said quietly. Turning to go, he called over his shoulder, "I'll meet you at the ranch."

They stood still for a moment, then Candy strode to the livery and returned with a horse and buggy. Loading up their baggage, he and Karyn set off for the

Ponderosa to do what they could to help Ben.

Adam glanced back to see the stranger still dogging his footsteps at a discreet distance. He ducked into the sheriff's office where a number of men were already

gathered, loading rifles. Clem stepped forward.

"Alright, Men," he said with authority. "Ben Cartwright will deliver this money" ~ he gestured at the bags Adam held ~ "and the deed to the Ponderosa, and we'll

stay out of sight until it's collected.. Don't even let Ben know you're there." He looked sternly at every man. "Marilynne Carter's life depends on our success and we

all know what Ben thinks of her. His ranch is also hanging in the balance so do everything in your power to pull this off." He lowered his voice.

Instinctively, Adam set the money down and stepped to the door, opening it quickly. The stranger jumped back in surprise at having been caught listening through

the keyhole. He reached for his gun, but Adam drew on him, ordering him to step inside. Clem approached him.

"Who are you?" he barked.

"Sam," the man replied belligerently.

"Sam who?" Clem persisted.

"Sam Runyon."

"Why were you listening?"

Sam clamped his mouth shut and stared straight ahead. Clem jerked his arm. "Well?"

"I wanted to hear what you was sayin' about----." hie eyes shifted around and he stopped short.

"About what?" Adam asked firmly.

Sam shook his head. "I ain't sayin' no more." He said lifting his chin."You can't make me."

"No?," Clem reached for the money bags, and Adam handed him the key. Unlocking one, he opened it slightly, revealing stacks of $100 dollar bills. Sam's eyes

grew large.

"How much do you think there is?" Adam asked.

"Two hun----." Sam broke off. "I duuno. I'd have ta count it."

"Two hundred fifty thousand?" Clem finished. "You know about Marilynne Carter's kidnapping and the ransom note, don't you? Tell me."

Sam stared straight ahead. "I don't know nuthin'." he snarled.

Clem sighed in disgust. Jerking him out of the chair, he hauled him to his securest cell and locked him up. "I'll be gone looking for Mrs. Carter," he informed him

uncharacteristically. "If you don't starve to death in my absence, I'll see that you answer everyone of my questions when I get back." He slammed the door shut,

rejoining the group in his office. "C'mon, Men, let's go."

He left a deputy behind, deputizing Adam and the rest of the men for the mission. Suddenly Adam turned back.

"Say, Clem, I wanted to ask him about that strange smell on his clothes. The ransom note had the same scent."

Clem looked doubtful. "Do you think he'd tell you?"

Adam shook his head. "No, I suppose he wouldn't." He stepped down into the street and his eyes fell on Sam's horse tied at the hitching rail. A smile turned up the

corners of his mouth.

"Clem," he said slowly. "You know what they say about a horse being able to find its way home?" At Clem's nod, he continued, "We'll let Sam's horse show us

where they're holding Marilynne!"

A broad smile spread across Clem's face. "Good idea, Adam," he said admiringly. "What's your plan?"

"Well, after I take the money to Pa, I'll double back through the woods and meet you east of Lookout Point in the canyon. Take Sam's mount with you. When I get

there, I'll tether him with a fairly good length of rope to my saddle, and let him lead off. We should be fine---if he doesn't go through the underbrush!"

Clem nodded. "Sounds good, Adam. We'll be waiting for you." He gave a few low instructions. He and five men would wait for Adam in the canyon, while seven

others were to slip up to Lookout Point and be ready for a surprise ambush.

Adam mounted Sport and galloped away, anxious to complete the task he felt sure would have Marilynne back with the people who loved her by nightfall.

* * * *

Ben paced the floor, stopping to glance out the window from time to time. "Where IS Adam?" he wondered over and over. Anne cared for her children, praying for

strength for Ben. She remembered the time Adam had been deputized to help Clem and had returned seriously wounded. Waiting for him to come home had been

sheer agony. Her heart went out to Ben, knowing that mere words weren't enough to comfort him.

A buggy approached and Ben sprang to the door. "It's Candy and Karyn. I wonder why they're coming here first?"

Anne looked up and lifted Elizabeth in her arms. "Maybe they saw Adam in Virginia City," she guessed. "He'd have told them what happened."

Candy lifted Karyn down and together they ran to the house. Ben opened the door for them.

"Adam told us everything," Candy said breathlessly. "I'm so sorry, Mr. Cartwright. We'll do all we can to find her."

Ben gripped his shoulder and smiled. Karyn gave Ben a hug. "We're praying for both you and Marilynne," she whispered. "I know God will take care of her for

you."

"Thank you," Ben whispered brokenly, returning her hug.

Anne's head lifted alertly. "There's Adam," she said with relief. A horse and rider came into view and Adam leaped from the saddle as soon as Sport had slowed

down. He unstrapped the money bags and ran to the house.

Ben met him at the door. "I was getting worried, Son," he said tensely. "It's already past 10 and the note said to be there by noon."

Adam nodded and detailed their encounter with Sam. He left out his plan using Sam's horse just in case it failed. Taking out the key, he unlocked each bag, and

Candy helped him transfer the money into large burlap sacks, before heading out to the barn to get Buck ready for Ben. Adam stood up and took his hat off.

Fingering it, he glanced at Anne.

"I promised Clem I'd help him. I need to leave again right now." Anne laid Elizabeth down and put her arms around him, stifling a sob at the sight of the deputy's

badge.

"Oh, Adam---No!"

"Shh, Anne," he whispered stroking her hair, "I'll be okay." He took her arm and together they walked outside. Closing the door behind him, he confidentially told

her of his plans to rescue Marilynne, urging her not to tell anyone else until he was well away.

Anne leaned her head against his shoulder and nodded, the tears falling fast. Adam lifted her chin.

"Hey," he said gently, "I'll be back as soon as possible, and I'll be looking for my special smile. May I see it now--- before I go?"

She brushed the tears away and suppressed the sobs, giving him the best smile she could manage under the circumstances. He pulled her into his arms. "I love you,

Anne," he said softly. "Just remember that when you feel afraid or lonely while I'm gone."

Anne nodded, clinging to him. "I will," she whispered, "I love you too, so much." He squeezed her shoulders and kissed her goodbye, then went to the barn for a

long rope. With a quick wave, he mounted Sport and disappeared through the woods.

Ben grabbed his hat, leaving his gun belt on the sideboard and left the house on the run. Candy had Buck ready and Ben mounted, wheeling Buck around in the

direction of Lookout Point. Galloping along the trail, Ben's heartbeat quickened as he thought of what Marilynne must be going through. He fervently hoped they

were treating her well and that she wasn't hurt. She had to be found by Saturday. No, by today, he corrected himself. Urging Buck on faster, he glanced up at the

sun. It was rising higher in the sky---a sure sign that the noon hour was approaching.

* * * *

Pete paced back and forth in the small cabin. Frequently he paused to peer through the poor excuse for a window, only to wheel and pace some more. Finally he

stopped and faced Marilynne.

"Cartwright would be a fool to not leave that money and the deed, you know," he told her as if they'd been conversing about the situation.

Marilynne eyed him silently.

"If he doesn't, you'll be comin' with me. I'm on my way up to Canada now. Ever been to Canada?"?

"No," Marilynne replied firmly.

Pete watched her for a moment and looked out the window again. "Sam shoulda been back by now," he muttered. "I hope the wretch didn't go and get himself in

trouble." He opened the door and furtively glanced around. Closing it firmly, he stalked over to Marilynne.

"You jest keep quiet in case Cartwright decides to be a hero. I'd hate to have to kill you both---but one who's almost a Cartwright's as good as one who is, ain't

it?"

Marilynne closed her eyes, praying again for strength and help. What must this be like for Ben, she wondered? He was a very strong man ~ wise and determined.

Would he try to be a "hero"? Her pulse quickened and she felt torn between wanting to be rescued by the man she dearly loved, and hoping he'd be careful and

play it safe.

"Pete," she spoke kindly, and the burly man turned to look at her in surprise. "What would your mother think of the kind of man you've become?"

"Shut up!" he snarled.

"She no doubt hoped you'd be honorable and respectable, instead of a wanted man, hiding from the law," Marilynne went on, ignoring his outburst.

His eyes narrowed. "What are you tryin' to do? Mess with my mind so I'll feel sorry fer ya? Cuz it ain't workin'."

"No," she replied calmly. "I simply hoped you'd think back about your mother and change your ways before it's too late for you. There's alot of determination and

strength in you, if only it were used correctly."

He stalked over to the cot and raised his hand to slap her, his eyes blazing. Marilynne took one look at him and knew she'd pressed a little too much. Closing her

eyes, she began to quote softly,

"The Lord is my shepherd---."

"Shut up!!" Pete roared, but she continued quietly,

"I shall not want. He maketh me to lie down in---." A stinging slap brought the blood, and Marilynne gently dabbed at the cut on her lip, blinking away the tears that

filled her eyes.

He glared down at her and grabbed at her blouse. Marilynne gasped. "Oh, Lord, help me, please!"

As if frozen, he stopped abruptly and asked. "What did you say?"?

Marilynne opened her eyes, filled with pain and tears. "I wasn't talking to you," she whispered.

He nodded. "I know," he replied roughly, turning away. "You sounded like---." he broke off. "Just leave me alone."

She wiped a falling tear away, and closed her eyes. Somewhere her precious Ben was looking for her, and perhaps, elsewhere, a broken hearted mother was

waiting in vain for the young man who'd left home and become an angry villain. She joined her prayer with that mother's and waited in silence.

* * * *

Candy watched Ben ride away and turned to Karyn.

"Karyn, I'm going after him. He can't possibly fight those men alone."

Karyn nodded and put her arm around his waist. Her brow wore a troubled frown. "Just be very careful, Candy darling," she whispered looking up at him.

He stooped slightly and kissed her gently. "I will," he assured her, holding her close. In a moment he had another horse ready and galloped away.

* * * *

Ben made it to Lookout Point exactly at noon. He dismounted, looking around carefully. There was no sign of another living soul---at least the two-legged kind, but

Ben approached the designated spot with caution. He laid the 2 burlap bags of money on top of the flat rock, placing the deed to the Ponderosa securely beneath

one. Turning slowly, he descended the steep rock and mounted Buck. There was still no sign of the kidnappers, and Ben rode back into the woods where he could

watch from a more secluded location.

A twig snapped behind him, and Ben jumped as though shot. With trepidation, he turned to meet Candy's sober gaze.

"See anything, Mr. Cartwright?"

Ben shook his head. "Not yet," he replied, the stress of the situation taking its toll on his usually steady voice.

They could easily have missed him, but both men caught sight of a slender built man sneaking up the side of the rock, his clothing allowing him to blend in well.

Grabbing the money bags and deed, he began his descent, when a small entourage of men burst out of the surrounding area completely surprising the man. He

obediently dropped the ransom and raised his hands. Quickly subdued, he hung his head, answering their questions reluctantly. Ben dismounted and ran over to

him.

"The woman that was kidnapped---how is she?" he asked anxiously.

"Last I saw, she was fine. At least she was still livin', and that's a big part of bein' fine." he replied harshly.

Ben caught his breath and looked over at Candy. "What do you mean, " Ben demanded, shaking the man's thin shoulder.

"I ain't no expert on women's health," he protested. "She ain't said one word that I've heard. Reckon she talks alot to you. What'd you talk about?" His eyes held a

mocking glint.

Ben straightened. "C'mon, Candy, let's go find her." Candy picked up the bags of money, slipping the deed into one of them and tied them securely to his saddle.

He nodded and swung easily onto his horse.

"You never will!" the man called after them. "I ain't got the money to take back, and Pete said if I didn't bring it, he'd take her to Canada. You got a hankerin' to go

north, Cartwright?"

"If I have to," Ben's voice was strained but determined. He mounted up and rode past the men who were preparing to take their captive into Virginia City. Candy

joined him and the two men headed east in the direction the smaller man had come from.

* * * *

Adam found Clem and the five deputies waiting in the afore mentioned canyon with Sam's horse. It was past noon, and he wondered how things had gone with his

father at Lookout Point. Tethering the long rope to the horse and his saddle horn, Adam motioned for the rest to be ready to ride when the horse decided to return

home.

They meandered along the stream for some time, the horse content to fill it's belly with juicy grass. All at once, it lifted its head and pricked up its ears. Adam

leaned forward, tensing. With a light whinny, Sam's horse began trotting away from the stream and into the open. Sport kept up easily and for some miles all went

well. Suddenly, their guide turned left into a thick grove of trees. Adam and his followers dropped low over their mounts to avoid low hanging branches. He felt a

sharp tug on the rope and then it went slack.

"Oh, no!" Adam exclaimed, urging Sport onward. To his surprise, they hadn't lost the horse after all, but he was wrapped around a large tree. He stood quietly

while they untied the rope and reattached it correctly. It seemed they were making little progress but finally they reached the clearing. Clem rode up to Adam.

"Do you recognize this area?" he asked.

Adam frowned. "Yes and no," he replied. "I know some of the landmarks, but I've never been down here before. Do you?"

Clem nodded. "Yep, there used to be a group of old moonshiners lived up in a little tumbled down shack up in the rocks. They caused a good bit of trouble some

time back, but I thought they'd all left the area. Could be some of them came back. The cabin is just a couple a miles up ahead."

"Let's go," Adam said with resolve, kicking Sport into action. Within a few minutes, he made out a small cabin partially hidden by large pine trees. A wisp of smoke

filtered out the chimney. Clem held up his hand.

"For Marilynne's sake, we gotta handle this very carefully. Adam, this was your idea---what are you gonna do next?"

Adam leaned forward. "I'll untie the horse and let him get attention from within. Whoever's inside has been waiting for Sam to come back. They'll see the horse and

come outside. It's yours from there on, Clem."

Clem nodded, and Adam untied the rope, gently slapping the horse's rump. He galloped across the clearing and up to the cabin.

As predicted, Pete opened the door as soon as Sam's horse appeared.

"What're you doin' here alone?" the big man snarled. "Where'd ya leave Sam?"

"Now!" Clem whispered. He clicked off his safety lock and fired into the air. Pete jumped in mortal fear and reached for his gun, but Adam led the rest in a joint

draw. His eyes widened and he gripped the door facing.

"Drop your gun and come out here with your hands up," Clem ordered brusquely, motioning to an open spot between the trees. Pete slowly crept towards them.

"Anyone else inside?"

"Jest the woman," Pete mumbled. Adam glanced at Clem and ran for the cabin. He rushed inside, pausing for his eyes to adjust to the dimly lit room. The same

strange smell permeated the cabin, but now that Clem had mentioned it, he knew it must be from the ingredients for moonshine. Marilynne lay on a cot in the corner

and as soon as he saw her, he was by her side.

"Marilynne," he whispered, "Marilynne, it's me---Adam. Are you okay?"

She opened her eyes slowly and tears filled them immediately. "Adam?" she whispered. "Oh, thank God you found me!" She began to sob and turned her face

away, trying to hide her swollen, bruised lip. He took out a handkerchief, and handing it to her, said softly,

"Everything's going to be okay. " He squeezed her shoulder. "Let's get you out of here. I know a man named Ben Cartwright who'll be very happy to see you!"

Marilynne managed a slight smile through her tears, wincing at the pain it caused. "I can't wait to see him, too," she acknowledged, sitting up slowly. She closed her

eyes, moaning and put her hand to the back of her head. Adam examined it quickly, discovering a large lump and a fairly deep laceration.

He dipped his handkerchief in water and held it to her cut. "We'll get the doctor for you as soon as we're back at the Ponderosa," he promised. "Do you think you

can walk?"

"I think so," she whispered. "If you help me."

Adam nodded and helped her stand up. She swayed slightly, but gained her balance before long. With careful steps, they walked to the door, and she inhaled deep

breaths of fresh air.

"Marilynne!!" Adam looked up in surprise and saw his father dismounting Buck with alacrity. He covered the ground between them rapidly and took Marilynne in

his arms. "My darling Marilynne," he whispered, "I've been so worried about you! I love you!"

Adam smiled and moved away to join Candy.

"How'd you find this place?" Candy asked.

"Sam's horse led us here," Adam replied, explaining what had happened in Virginia City. "How'd you find it?"

"We heard the gunshot," Candy answered, "And Mr. Cartwright was so worried that it was one of the men killing Marilynne. You should've seen his face when he

saw her standing there in the doorway with you! He was in shock!"

Adam grinned. "Like you said, Candy, we know how it would be if it'd happened to one of us." Candy nodded in agreement.

Clem and his prisoner surrounded by deputies rode off toward town, bidding the rest a good evening. Adam and Candy approached Ben and Marilynne.

"If we plan to get back to the Ponderosa before dark, we'd better be hitting the trial soon, don't you think, Pa?" Adam asked with a smile. Marilynne was still in

Ben's tender embrace, wiping away the tears that refused to stop filling her eyes. Ben nodded.

"Yeah, I suppose your right, Son. Are you ready to go home, Darling?" he asked gently, looking down at her.

"I'm ready," she whispered. Ben helped her mount Buck, opting to ride Sam's horse himself. They rode close together, Ben making sure his dear Marilynne fared as

comfortably as possible.

* * * *

Karyn paced the floor, finally sitting down beside Anne. Baby Elizabeth nursed quietly, half asleep, and Karyn envied her peace and calm.

"Anne, I can't stand it!" she whispered, "What if Candy doesn't come back?"

Anne took her hand and squeezed it. "Don't worry, Karyn. As long as I've known Candy, he's never gotten himself into anything he couldn't get out of. He'll be

fine. Remember, you prayed."

Karyn nodded, gripping her hands together. "I know. But I'd just die if anything happened to him. He's---" her voice broke and she paused to regain control. "He's

the most wonderful man in the world to me!"

Anne smiled. "Keep thinking like that, Karyn, and he'll be back to make sure you never forget!"

The younger woman glanced at her. "How can you be so calm? Aren't you worried, too?"

"Yes, of course I am," Anne replied, "But Adam had taught me alot about trust."

"What do you mean?" Karyn asked.

Anne smiled thoughtfully. "Well, the many times he's been gone on various trips or helping Clem has made me learn to trust God more to bring him back safely.

He's always brought him home to me." She laid Elizabeth on her lap and stroked her little cheeks.

Karyn nodded. "I'm learning that, too," she said softly with a little smile.

"Horsemen come fast from east!" Hop Sing shouted running through the great room. Anne and Karyn looked at each other, both jumping to their feet to see for

themselves. Anne took Elizabeth to the guest room and laid her down among the pillows.

Four riders approached, two of them faster than than the others. Karyn smiled broadly and hugged Anne.

"It's Candy---and Adam!!" she exclaimed.

"And Ben with Marilynne!" Anne added. "Oh, thank God they found her!!"

It was a tearful reunion as they welcomed Marilynne back to the Ponderosa. Ben carried her inside and gently laid her down on the couch. She looked around in

amazement.

"Ben, what have you been doing?" she asked, her eyes widening.

He smiled, taking her hand in both of his. "Just some redecorating for you, Darling," he said looking around. "Do you like it?"

She nodded blinking back tears. "Like it?" she whispered. "It's beautiful!! But you didn't need to---I liked it the way you had it before!"

He leaned forward until her hair brushed his cheek. "I know you did," he admitted. "But I wanted it to look more attractive for you. You deserve the very best in

life." He kissed her tenderly.

Candy tipped his head back and looked down at Karyn who hadn't let him go since he'd gotten in. "We've got a little ways to go until we're home, Karyn. Are you

ready to go?"

She nodded. "I sure am, Candy. Let's go home." She reached for her light shawl and called goodnight to the Cartwrights. Slipping her hand into his as they walked

toward the buggy, she whispered, "Home---isn't that the most beautiful word in the world?"

Candy smiled into her eyes. "I can think of a few that rival it," he replied squeezing her hand gently, "But home is definitely one of them."

As they drove to their little cabin on the knoll, he told her about the afternoon, and how Marilynne's kidnapping had really affected Ben.

"It reminded me of how I felt when I knew you'd been---wronged shortly after I met you. I was so scared for you. I'm glad I have the privilege of protecting and

caring for you now."

Karyn leaned against his shoulder. "You know, Candy, by just being here, I know I'm well cared for. When you're with me, I feel safe and loved." She smiled

dreamily up at him. "I love you, Candy Darling."

His smile quickened her heartbeat. "I love you, too, Karyn," he replied huskily, taking her hand.

Candy pulled the horse to a stop in front of their lovely little cabin. Leaping to the ground, he ran to the door, unlocking it, and throwing it wide open. He returned

to Karyn and swung her up in his arms, carrying her across the yard and into the house. Setting her down, he closed the door and took her in his arms.

"Welcome home, Darling," he whispered, lifting her chin gently. Karyn smiled, closing her eyes. Home---it felt wonderful to share it with Candy.

* * * *

Marilynne looked up as the doctor motioned Ben away. Her head ached and the cut on her lip throbbed, but seeing Ben and feeling his arms around her lessened

the pain, making it more bearable.

"Ben, she'll be alright," Doc Martin said reassuringly. "It's pretty hard on us older folks to go through these kinds of escapades. You'd better take better care of her

when she's Mrs. Ben Cartwright."

Ben smiled, relieved at his words. "You can bet on it, Doc," he replied fervently. "What about the cut on her head?"

The doctor frowned slightly. "It's not as serious as it looks---or feels, but keep it clean and give her the medication I left if it gets to hurtin' too much." He paused

and glanced at Marilynne. "I know from personal experience that a hug often helps more than my medicine!"

"I'm sure it does," Ben said, chuckling softly. "Doc, do you ever think you missed your calling? You're a pretty good counsellor."

Doc Martin grinned and put on his hat. "Nope, never did, Ben. A doctor's advice is usually heeded!" He picked up his black bag and left, promising to stop back in

a day or two.

Adam and Anne sat at the table enjoying the conversation between Ben and the doctor. Ben put his hand on Adam's shoulder,

"Son, I hate to ask this of you, but would you and Anne mind staying another night? Marilynne really shouldn't make the trip to Virginia City tonight, and it---well, it

would look better if you were here, too."

Adam grinned. "Sure, Pa. We'll stay. I'll ride over to our place and make sure everything's still okay there, and check on the stock." he turned to Anne. "Would you

like to come with me? I'll saddle Beauty for you."

Without hesitation, she nodded. "I would love to! Ben, would you mind watching the children?"

He smiled and shook his head. "Of course not. I'll gladly watch them for you."

Anne changed into a riding skirt and slipped on a light jacket. She braided her hair and peeked in on Elizabeth and young Adam before waving to Ben and

Marilynne as she quietly closed the door. Adam handed her the reins and assisted her into the saddle. Mounting Sport, he smiled at her. "Ready, Anne?" he asked,

and they galloped toward their own place. Dusk was falling and a few stars twinkled overhead when they dismounted at the familiar hitching post.

Adam took her hand and they checked the stock together, entering the house last of all. Anne looked around.

"It seems so long since we were here, doesn't it?" she asked

"Yeah, it does," he replied. "This has been one very long day. I'm glad things turned out the way they did. Pa sure is a different man than he was this morning!"

Anne nodded. "It's been such a hard experience for him." She shook her head sympathetically.

They gathered changes of clothing for the morrow and Adam banked what embers were left in the fireplace. As they prepared to leave, he set the satchel down

and took her hands.

"Anne, do you mind not being here? I mean, if Pa needed us to stay until his wedding, would it be so very hard on you?"

She thought his words over carefully, and lifted her eyes to meet his. "Adam," she replied softly, "I discovered a long time ago that when I'm in your arms, I'm

home." A warm smile lit up her face. "I miss it here, but not nearly as much as I'd miss you. No, I don't mind."

His eyes darkened and he drew her into a tender embrace.

* * * *

Ben pulled a chair over beside the couch and sat down, taking Marilynne's hands in his. He leaned closer.

"Tell me about everything, Darling," he said softly.

Marilynne closed her eyes for a moment, then nodded and looked up at him. "It was when I was walking home from the dressmaker's shop, evening before last,"

she began, "I passed the alley by the bank and saw a shadow moving. It frightened me, and I walked a little faster, but something hit me over the head, and I don't

remember anything until I woke up in the cabin and heard them talking about the ransom note."

Ben's eyes held a pained expression as he listened, pressing her hands gently with his strong fingers.

"The one they called Sam left the cabin before dawn to leave the note here for you. He said something about going on into Virginia City to see if anyone came to

get the money from the bank. The slender man, Tony, went to collect the ransom, leaving Pete, the big man there in the cabin to watch me." she paused and he

lifted a glass of water to her lips. Taking a deep breath, she continued, "I talked to Pete some about his mother, and it made him furious. When he heard me quoting

scripture, he slapped me. That's what tore my lip." Ben leaned forward and kissed her cheek.

"I'm so sorry, Dear," he whispered.

"He was so angry, and he---he tried to rip my blouse," Ben's eyes flashed and he looked away briefly. Marilynne pulled his hands up to her lips and kissed them

lightly. "I'm okay, Darling. I prayed, and he stopped immediately and left me alone. It wasn't long before I heard the gunshot and Adam came. Then you got there,

and here we are."

He nodded soberly. "Oh, Marilynne," he whispered brokenly. "Thank God, you're safe. I love you so much."

She smiled up at him and put her arms around his neck, drawing him close. "I love you, Ben" she replied. He kissed her gently, mindful of her injured lip, and held

her in his arms.

"I was scared, especially last night, not knowing why they'd kidnapped me." she whispered against his chest. "But I knew that by morning's light, you'd have the

note, and you'd come looking for me. I never gave up hope."

Ben looked down at the woman he cherished and nodded. "And I never gave up hope of finding you, either," he replied. "Thanks to the Lord and Adam, we did."

Marilynne insisted on returning to the boarding house the following morning. "Ben, Darling, you've been wonderful to me, and I wish I could stay here, but you

know what damage idle tongues can do. I won't put either of us in that position." she smiled up at him charmingly. "Of course, if you don't want to drive me to

Virginia City, I'm sure Adam would graciously consent to take me."

Ben straightened in his chair. "And have people say we'd had an argument and I wouldn't drive you to town? No thank you! Besides, it'll give us some time to

talk---alone." He poured each of them a second cup of coffee and they enjoyed it in leisure before Ben reluctantly harnessed the horse and and buggy,

Their drive to town was a pleasant one. Ben took along the large sum of money to re-deposit in the bank, having filed the deed in his own personal safe.

He escorted Marilynne to the door, and squeezed her arms. "I'll be back for you Saturday morning," he promised. With a gentle smile and embrace, he waved

goodbye and drove to the bank, stopping at the mercantile afterwards to pick up a gift for his bride.

* * * *

Saturday held every promise of being a beautiful day. It dawned clear and fragrant with the scent of pines and wild woodland roses. Ben was up early, making final

preparations for the evening's celebration. He lifted the pictures of Elizabeth, Inger, and Marie ~ looking at each one carefully.

"They are sweet memories---memories of the past." he mused brushing away the mist in his eyes. Going into his room, he took a box down from the top shelf and

wrapped each picture in sheets of newspaper. Laying them down one by one, he piled a few soft cloths on top and replaced the box. He picked up Marilynne's

picture and with a smile, set it in the center of his dresser. Closing the door, he went downstairs for a consultation with Hop Sing about the dinner arrangements..

* * * *

Marilynne pulled a couple of dresses from her closet and surveyed them critically. Tonight was such a special occasion that she wanted to look her very best for

Ben. At last, she settled on the deep purple dress with crisp white lace and a gold cameo. She was ready long before the creaking of wheels outside let her know

that he had arrived. His eyes lit up.

"Marilynne, you keep getting prettier each time I see you!" he complimented, taking her arm. "I'm proud of you."

Her soft laugh was music to his ears. "Thank you, Ben. You're so sweet!"

They spent the day talking and making last minute preparations for the party. Once the guests began to arrive, Adam took his guitar and provided entertainment

while Ben and Marilynne graciously mingled among them. Joe and Annabelle arrived right on time, and looked around in surprise.

"Pa, you didn't waste any time once I was gone, did you?" he teased, winking at Annabelle. "Everything sure does look nice."

Ben smiled and greeted his youngest son with a warm embrace, extending the same to Annabelle. Marilynne stepped up to them, and welcomed them as well. Joe

noticed the bruise on her lip and turned to his father.

"Now, Pa, don't tell me you gave Marilynne that bruise!" he said.

Ben smiled soberly. "Of course not, Joe," he replied. "Marilynne was kidnapped earlier this week." He sketched the details for them.

Joe's face reflected his surprise at the news. He frowned, putting his hand on Marilynne's arm. " I'm so sorry," he murmured contritely. "I didn't know." Annabelle

shook her head sympathetically, her eyes wide with distress.

She smiled. "It's alright, Joseph, Annabelle" her gentleness nearly brought the tears to his eyes. "I'm fine now, and that's all that matters."

A small army of friends descended upon them and pulled Ben and Marilynne to the middle of the room. Everyone quieted down, and Ben looked around the room,

smiling as he glanced from face to face. He looked down at Marilynne and began,

"It's been a long time since I've had this opportunity, but I can't think of a better way to let you know that in a week, Marilynne Carter will become Mrs. Ben

Cartwright!"

Cheers and applause erupted throughout the room. Anne shifted Elizabeth on her lap and put her hand on Adam Charles's shoulder. Adam slipped his arm around

her and smiled at his family with contentment. Joe and his bride exchanged smiles as did Candy and his Karyn. Each one felt supremely happy for Ben and

Marilynne, knowing that in finding her, he had also found a part of himself that had been locked away for many years.

Ben held up his hand. "You all know how special Marilynne is to me, and that almost losing her earlier this week was an experience I never want to repeat." he

paused, and brushed his hand across his eyes. "But it's a funny thing, the way hardship brings you closer to your loved ones. You come to realize just how empty

your life would be without them---how each word they've said or smile they've given has become a part of your heart." He turned to face Marilynne, and gently

wiped a tear from her cheek. "You're very precious to me, Marilynne. Thank you for accepting my proposal of marriage."

She smiled through her tears and squeezed his hand. "Thank you for asking me," she replied softly. Most of the women were wiping away tears, and a few men

cleared their throats. Ben glanced around.

"I didn't mean to put you all in a sober frame of mind for the party," he apologized. "I just wanted to express a few thoughts. We are honored to have you all at the

Ponderosa. Let's have some music, shall we?" He motioned to a small band, and they struck up a lively tune. Reaching for Marilyne's hand, they led the dancing

with several couples joining them.

It was a lovely evening, thoroughly enjoyed by all. Hop Sing and Jenny served a wonderful meal, topped off with a beautiful cake. It was simply decorated by a

single heart with the initials B.C. and M.C.

After the last guest had disappeared down the road, Ben took Marilynne's arm. "I guess I'd better be taking you back to the boarding house, but before long, I'll be

bringing you home for good!"

Marilynne placed her hand over his. "Oh, Ben," she whispered. "I love the sound of that!"

They pulled up in front of the boarding house, and Ben reached inside his coat, pulling out a small package. With a smile, he handed it to Marilynne. "I wanted to

give this to you now, after the party."

She raised her eyebrows in surprise, taking the parcel and carefully unwrapping it. Inside was a beautiful rose brooch. Her eyes lit up. "Oh, Ben, it's lovely!" She

exclaimed. "I love roses! Thank you so much."

He nodded, smiling. "Open it up," he instructed softly.

She examined it carefully and opened the tiny clasp to reveal a hidden locket. Holding it to the light, Marilynne saw tiny pictures of herself and Ben. She lifted her

eyes to meet his. Shaking her head, she murmured. "Ben, you're a sweetheart---I love you!"

* * * *

The following days were a blur to Marilynne. Her excitement over the wedding coupled with the news that both of her children David and Jennifer were traveling to

the states for it gave her little time to be idle. Her dress was completed and hung ready to be worn on her special day. She looked at it often, giving thanks each

time she did for the privilege of marrying a man like Ben Cartwright.

Ben, too was occupied, finalizing travel arrangements for their honeymoon, which he kept a total secret. Even Marilynne was left guessing and finally gave up

altogether. "As long as you're with me, Ben, I don't care where we go!" She leaned closer and whispered in his ear. He raised his eyebrows, but nodded

thoughtfully.

"Well, Marilynne, if that's what you want, it's just fine with me."

Adam, Joe, and Candy worked tirelessly to have everything ready at the Ponderosa for the big day. They scrubbed down every inch of the exterior walls and

washed the windows till they shone without sunshine. Joe cleaned the porch thoroughly, replacing the potted plants with lovely rosebushes in bloom.

The evening before the wedding, everyone gathered at the ranch for one last get together. It was a lovely ending to an era that Ben had resigned himself to---that of

being a bachelor for the remainder of his days. Hop Sing and Jenny served them outside, sitting down to join them in the reminiscing afterwards.

"Hoss would be so proud of you, Pa," Adam said thoughtfully. "This was a day he wanted to see."

Ben nodded. "Yes, it was," he agreed, squeezing Marilynne's hand. "Hoss had a big heart. What a son he was, and how much I miss him."

Marilynne leaned her head against his shoulder, silently aching for him and sharing the pain he'd concealed in his heart without letting it make him bitter.

* * * *

Ben and Marilynne's wedding brought most of Virginia City out to the Ponderosa. Even shop keepers hung Closed for Emergency signs in their windows and

made the long trip. Joe looked around with an amused smile.

"Pa should've planned to have an outdoor wedding---in the pasture!" he whispered to Adam, who nodded in agreement. "The whole territory must've turned out!"

"Close to it," Adam replied. "Pa's well known, and everyone wants to be a part of his special day." He noticed Anne holding a wailing Elizabeth Anne and excused

himself to lend a hand. The little girl was cutting teeth, and Anne had been up with her much of the night. She smiled wearily and let him take her. Adam noted the

tiredness in her eyes, and bent down.

"You look beautiful, Anne," he whispered.

Her eyes lit up, and she smiled gratefully. "Thank you for that encouragement, Adam. You don't know how much it means to me." He bounced Elizabeth gently,

and she quieted down, whimpering softly. Anne gave him another smile and leaned back against the wall to rest a bit.

There was no room for the organ with all of the guests, so Ben asked Adam to play The Wedding March on his guitar. Candy signaled to him, and he handed

Elizabeth back to Anne, taking his place off to the side and picking up his guitar. He softly strummed a few notes and then began to pick the melody. Ben felt tears

sting his eyes as he watched Marilynne walk up the aisle to meet him. Her children and their families had arrived just minutes before, and were satisfied to see in

Ben's face the love they wanted for their mother.

Ben and Marilynne were joined together in a lovely traditional ceremony with special vows each had written for the other. Rev. Gregory led them in a poignant

prayer of commitment and pronounced them man and wife. Ben took his bride in his arms and drew her to him gently.

"MArilyyne, I've waited for this day for so long---I love you!" he whispered.

"Oh, Ben, I love you with all my heart," she replied, her heart in her eyes. Their kiss was tender and sweet.

The long line of guests waiting to congratulate Mr. and Mrs. Ben Cartwright only seemed to grow. Even the territorial governor had made a special trip,and assured

Marilynne that she'd made a wise choice.

Anne stepped up to Marilynne's daughter Jennifer and introduced herself. Jennifer wiped away a tear and turned from watching her mother and Ben.

"I've never seen Mother so radiant before," she said softly. "We were so worried about her when she wrote about coming West, but now I'm glad she did."

Anne smiled and shifted Elizabeth Anne to her other arm. "Your mother won all of our hearts as soon as we met her. She's a dear."

Jennifer nodded. "I hope we can stay in touch. I'd like to get to know you better, and unfortunately my husband Douglas could only get so much time off. Will you

write?"

Anne assured her that she would, and motioned Karyn over to introduce them. She excused herself and went in search of Adam and their son.

The last guest finally departed, leaving only the family to linger around. Ben and Marilynne shared dinner with their family and then prepared to leave for the

honeymoon. Joe offered to drive them to Virginia City, but Ben surprised them all by stating that he would be driving his bride wherever they went.

"But where are you going?" Adam wanted to know. Ben only smiled mysteriously and refused to divulge the details.

Marilynne's children had rooms at the hotel in Virginia City and reluctantly pulled themselves away. When each of Ben's sons and Candy had taken their families

home, Ben turned to Marilynne.

"Are you sure you want to stay here for the honeymoon? Wouldn't you rather go someplace romantic and quiet?"

Marilynne shook her head. "No, Ben Darling. This is the quietest, most romantic place I could hope to spend our honeymoon. It's being with you that makes it

wonderful. I've had my share of traveling, and so have you." She caressed his cheek. "I love you, Ben," she whispered.

A smile of love and devotion lit up his face as he picked her up in his arms. "I love you, too, Marilynne."

The setting sun lent a ray of glory, peeking through the window and illuminating the new couple, content in each other's presence. It would rise and set many more

times, reflecting in their faces the love and warmth expressed freely from two hearts knit closely by their Creator.

THE END

Authors Note:

While most of the characters are derived from NBC's popular Western Bonanza (1959-1973) created by David Dortort, the story penned here is purely fictional. It has not been my intent to detract in any way from the original intent of the show's producers.

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