The
Protector
By
EPM
PG
A
small misunderstanding leads to tragic consequences.
These characters are not my
own but I appreciate being able to borrow them for a little while. 1/05
Adam
Cartwright had been hunting alone since he was a child. Early on, there had
been a constant need to supplement the pantry with wild game. But as he and the
Ponderosa grew together, Adam's wide-ranging responsibilities often precluded
any time for hunting. When he did get a chance to go, it usually turned into a
trip with his whole family or with his two brothers. Those were the times he
cherished most.
So
when Adam found himself trailing alone through the autumn woods, it was truly a
rare experience. Sport tossed his head, impatient to increase his gait beyond a
walk. But Adam was enjoying the unhurried pace and held back his eager mount.
It was early Fall and the sun still held its warmth but when it disappeared
behind the horizon, the promise of winter was in the air.
Suddenly
frowning, he thoughts strayed back to yesterday morning. He had found himself
in the middle of a standoff with his younger brother and for the life of him,
he couldn't figure out how it got started.
**********
"You
alright Joe?" Adam asked as he walked over to where his brother lay
sprawled in the dust. He tried to sound matter of fact, but his anxious voice
betrayed him.
"Yeah,
I'm ok. What're you so worried about?" Joe asked in a belligerent tone.
The group of hands who had been watching Joe ride the latest in a series of
broncs became quiet as the two brothers faced each other. Joe Cartwright was
embarrassed at his older brother's show of concern in front of the men.
Adam
remained quiet for a moment then said, "apparently nothing." He
turned, walked out of the corral and mounted his horse. He looked back at Joe,
anger showing in his eyes, but he didn't speak before riding toward home.
**********
The
nonsense had continued into the evening as all the Cartwrights gathered at the
table for dinner. Adam had arrived home before Joe. He had time to relax and
cool off before he saw his younger brother. Joe, on the other hand, had just
returned from the corrals. He was hot and tired and sore from being twisted and
thrown around by a bunch of none too friendly horses. And he barely had time to
wash before dinner appeared on the table.
A
variety of delicious smelling foods made their way around the table with very
little conversation accompanying them. Ben knew something was wrong and he was
getting impatient waiting to find out what. "Someone care to tell me
what's going on?" he said.
Hoss
filled his mouth with food immediately, hoping his father would see that he
couldn't answer. Joe tucked his head and looked down at his plate. Adam
continued his meal as if he hadn't heard his father speak.
"I
an unaccustomed to having to ask twice," Ben said. His voice rose in
volume and pitch.
Hoss
swallowed hard and said, "nothin's wrong that I know of." Joe gave
his middle brother an angry look. A look not unnoticed by his father.
"Joseph,
you have something to say?" Ben asked.
"Ask
your oldest son. He can tell you!" The same belligerent tone that Adam had
heard at the corrals now echoed around the dining room.
Before
Ben could ask more, Adam responded to his brother's challenge. "Are you
referring to my inquiry into whether or not you were injured when you got
dumped by that horse, baby brother?" Both Adam's voice and eyebrow were
arched.
That
was all the provocation Joe needed. He tried to grab his older brother across
the table. Glasses spilled and dishes scattered. Adam simply stood up and
raised his hands in the air as a gesture of surrender. Hoss grabbed Joe and
pulled him back into his seat. Ben's voice rose above the din. "Stop this
immediately!" Joseph Francis Cartwright---sit down. He turned his
attention to his eldest--- "you too." Once again, Adam arched an
eyebrow and hesitated, holding his father's eyes. "Son, please---"
Ben said. Adam sat down.
Taking
a deep breath then exhaling slowly, Ben continued. "Could someone please
tell me what happened, without trying to destroy the house and each
other?"
Joe
still trembled with rage. Adam had bated him on purpose and he fell for it,
once again. "He embarrassed me in front of all the hands at the corral
Pa," Joe started. "I got thrown and he had to come over and make a
big deal out of it. Just to make me look bad."
Adam
had had enough. "Has it ever occurred to you that I might be concerned for
your welfare?" A simple gesture of caring had turned into a family crisis
and he was no longer interested in being a part of it. "You can either
accept it as it was meant Joe or you can go on being angry over some perceived
hurt. I've had enough." The eldest Cartwright son got up and moved toward
the great room.
"Adam,
I would appreciate it if you would come back to the table. We can't sort things
out if you walk away," Ben said.
"As
far as I'm concerned, they're sorted out. This whole episode has been blown way
out of proportion." Adam walked to the bottom of the stairs, turned and
said, "I'm tired. Goodnight." His footfalls were soft and the sound
was finally lost with the distance.
Ben's
face went from bright red to a fading pink, as he breathing became normal
again. He turned back to his remaining two sons. Hoss was trying to repair some
of the damage to the now ruined dinner. Joe sat still, waiting for his father
to say something. "Joseph, whatever your brother did or didn't do is no
excuse for you to try to attack him. I will not stand for that behavior from
you or anyone else in this house." Ben's voice softened. "Don't you
think Adam has better things to do then to try and think up ways to annoy
you?"
"Well,
maybe Pa but it comes out the same. How are the men ever gonna respect me if I
get treated like a baby all the time? " Joe wasn't willing to concede his
position until he had a chance to defend himself.
"Joe,
the men will make up their minds about you for what you do and how you act, not
for what others say or do." Ben stood up. "It's up to you to earn
their respect and constantly fighting with your brother will not help you. They
already like and respect him. Think about it." Ben left the table and sat
in his chair by the fire. He picked up the paper hoping to lose himself for a
while in the problems of others.
***********
The
outline of a line shack came into view and Adam finally let Sport have his
head. The big chestnut stretched out with a ground-covering stride. The freedom
and exhilaration of an unfettered gallop cleared Adam's mind of the troubling
thoughts. He had told his father that morning that he would only be gone for a
few days. Ben had asked him to stay and straighten things out with his youngest
brother but Adam was still stung by Joe's reaction and he wasn't ready to
forgive and forget.
***********
"
"Thank
you Hoss. I appreciate one cooperative son," Ben huffed.
"It'll
be ok
"I
know you're right son but I can't help but worry that someday there will be one
fight too many and they won't be able to get by it." Ben's eyes seemed to
glaze over as he stared off toward the distant mountains. His sons were his
world and right now his world was upside down. And he was helpless to fix it.
"I'll
be goin' now. Be home before dinner." With that, Hoss reined Chubb toward
town. He hoped that what he had said to his father was true. He arrived close
to
Stepping
out onto the street, Hoss' attention was drawn to three men exiting the bank in
a hurry, guns drawn. He recognized George Taylor, one of the tellers, coming to
the door. "They robbed the bank," he shouted, pointing to the three
mounted men. Before Hoss could draw, the gunman fired and the bank teller went
down. The three men urged their horses into a gallop. Hoss moved further into
the center of the street and took aim. His bullet found its mark as one of the
robbers fell into the dust. The two remaining men turned their sites toward the
man who had killed their partner and fired.
Hoss
felt a stinging in his right leg as it buckled beneath him. As he started to
fall, a second bullet buried itself deep in his broad chest. He remembered
falling in a heap on the main street of
**********
Ben
and Joe knew something must be wrong when they saw Hop Sing driving the
buckboard at a dizzying pace. They had been at the breaking corrals, looking at
the new stock.
"Mr.
Ben, Li'til Joe go to town quick. Mr. Hoss hurt. Sheriff say to come right
away." Hop Sing lapsed into his own language as father and son mounted.
The
ride to town had been harrowing. Ben and Joe dismounted and ran up the steps to
Doctor Martin's office. They were greeted in the waiting room by Roy Coffee.
"Ben, Joe," the sheriff said, his fingers curling and uncurling along
the rim of his hat. "Doc's with Hoss now."
"How
is he,
"I
don't really know Ben and that's the truth." The sheriff told Ben all he
knew of the incident. "We got him right over here as soon as it
happened." Roy Coffee looked away from his old friend then looked back.
"He was shot twice Ben, once in the leg and once in the chest."
Ben
felt his legs grow weak and he began to stumble forward. Joe and the sheriff
caught him and helped him to the nearest chair. Joe's anxiety for his brother
turned into fear for his father. "Pa---Pa you alright?"
"I'm
alright son. I just need to sit for a minute." Ben felt his son's hand on
his arm and he patted it gently.
Joe's
head came up quickly. He looked at the sheriff and said, "gone."
Roy
Coffee was taken aback by the bitter tone of Joe's voice. He had heard angry
between the brothers before but never bitterness.
Ben
interceded, bringing
"My
deputy is formin' a posse right now Ben. Do you want me to send someone to find
Adam?"
Joe
spoke up. His voice held the tremor of controlled anger. "We don't need him!"
"Joseph!
Don't you have more important things on your mind right now other then a petty
argument with your brother?" Ben's own anger was beginning to show.
Joe
dropped his head. He looked back at his father and said, "yes sir."
"
"Joseph,
if you're saying you'd trade one brother for another to be in there with two
bullets in him, then I've somehow failed you as a father." Ben turned away
and closed his eyes against the reality surrounding him. In his head, he prayed
for all three of his sons.
**********
It
was late the next afternoon when Adam sat on a ridge overlooking the Ponderosa
ranch house. Being away from home with his own thoughts had helped him think
through what he needed to say to his youngest brother. Just thinking of Joe
made him smile. The boy---no the man, he corrected himself, got such pleasure
from life. And he made those around him feel the same way. It was for that
reason and so many others that Adam couldn't stand the thought of him being
hurt. Somehow, he had to make Joe understand that was why he reacted as he had
when he saw him thrown. He urged Sport forward.
Adam
stopped in front of the barn and started to open the doors. Hearing a noise
from behind, he turned to look and saw Hop Sing come running from the house.
"You go to town right away. Mr. Hoss hurt. Father and brother with him
now."
"What
happ----," he started to ask but Hop Sing interrupted.
"You
go now!" he repeated.
**********
It
was dark by the time he reached Doctor Martin's office. Coming through the
front door, he was stopped by Paul Martin. "Adam, let me talk to you
before you go in to see your brother."
"He's
alive." Adam let out a long, steadying breath.
"Yes,"
Paul reassured him. He explained what had happened and Hoss' current condition.
"He's very weak and I'm worried about infection but he's sleeping quietly
right now. I can't get your father and brother out of there to rest. Maybe you
can."
Adam
nodded and moved toward the door. Entering as quietly as he could, his eyes
took in the picture of his family before him. Hoss lay on his back, sleeping or
unconscious; he wasn't sure which. The soft, dim light from the lamp threw
shadows on the wall behind him. His father sat in a chair pulled next to the
bed. He held his middle son's hand, eyes closed, lips moving in some unheard
prayer. Joe sat in the corner; his small frame curled up in a restless sleep.
He
moved to Hoss' side and laid the back of his hand against his brother's face.
He felt the abnormal heat emanating from his body. "Now just how did you
get yourself into this fix? Can't I leave you alone for a minute without
trouble finding you? " Adam whispered.
"It
was your trouble that found him." Adam was startled by Joe's voice. He
turned
to look as Joe unfolded himself from the chair and stood up.
"Joseph,
not in here," came a warning from his father. Ben saw the confused look on
Adam's face and motioned toward the door. As the three men left the room, Paul
Martin entered to check on his patient.
"Paul
told me what happened," Adam said to his father.
"Did
he tell you that Hoss was doing the job you were suppose to do? Did he tell you
they shot him down in the street?" Adam knew by Joe's voice that he was
very close to breaking down and that whatever he said at this point would only
push him over the edge. So he held his brother's eyes with his own and kept
silent.
"Joe,
I told you what happened has nothing to do with Adam's decision to go away for
a few days. And your behavior isn't making this situation any easier."
Ben's tolerance was at an end.
"No
Pa, leave him alone. If he feels that way, nothing you can say will change
it," Adam said. He looked from his father to his brother. "Maybe
you're right Joe. Maybe it should have been me. And I wish for his sake and
yours that it was."
Ben
flinched at his son's words and reached out to touch him but Adam had backed
away and reached for his hat. "I'm going to speak to
Ben
watched as his oldest son disappeared into the darkness. Turning back, he
looked at Joe but said nothing. He slowly shook his head and opened the door to
Hoss' room.
**********
Shaken
by his brother's words, Adam stopped for a moment and leaned against the
hitching post at the end of Doctor Martin's walk. The kid had struck home this
time. What had started as a silly misunderstanding escalated into something
neither he nor Joe was prepared for. Adam's thoughts turned to Joe's reaction
at the table. It was entirely my own fault. I could have apologized and it
would have ended there. But no, he chastised himself; I couldn't let it go. I
bated him with the right words and it worked. He pushed himself away from the
post and untied Sport. The horse had put in a long, hard day and Adam had done
nothing to help him. He led the tired animal toward the livery.
After
feeding and bedding down Sport, Adam walked to the sheriff's office. The light
shinning from the window told him Roy Coffee was still there. The aging sheriff
was bent forward over his desk, head resting on folded arms. Adam took a minute
to look at the man who had befriended him when he was only a boy. Through the
years,
Adam
walked to the desk and reluctantly called the sheriff's name. "Roy---
Roy
Coffee slowly lifted his head and looked up at Adam. Deep lines shadowed his
face. "Adam---I been expecting you." He ran his hands across his eyes
than rose to get some coffee. "Want some?"
"No
"Yeah
Adam, I do. How's your brother?" he asked.
"I
was just there. He seems to be sleeping quietly," Adam answered. "Doc
says he's holding his own."
"And
yer other brother?"
The
sheriff took a sip of the bitter liquid. "When your Pa and Joe rode in, I
was at Doc Martin's office. Joe had a few things to say."
Adam's
laugh was empty. "Yeah, that's our Joe." He got up and walked to the
window. Staring out at the night sky he said, " he's angry and scared
You
takin' this on yourself boy?" The sheriff moved to the window where Adam
stood.
Adam
looked at the sheriff then turned and stared out the window again. "No.
Logically, that wouldn't make any sense---and I'm nothing if not logical,"
he said softly. "Who knows what would have happened if it had been me
instead of Hoss in town. Everything could have been different." Adam
hesitated as he continued to look outside. "But I wish---."
After
another moment, Adam straightened his shoulders and once more let the mask fall
back into place. "I'm assuming your going out again in the morning. I'll
be ready to go when you are."
"You
sure Adam? Thought maybe you'd want to hang around---fer Hoss that is."
The sheriff searched the younger man's face.
"Pa'll
be here---and Joe." Adam put on his hat and headed for the door. He
stopped and faced the sheriff. "I want these men Roy." He opened the
door and walked into the night.
**********
When
Adam entered the room, Ben was at Hoss' side once more. Although Hoss seemed to
be breathing easier now, his pale face was beaded with sweat. His father's eyes
didn't open as Adam wrung out a cloth to cool his brother's fever. Sitting on
the side of the bed, Adam continued to tend to Hoss while speaking soft words
of encouragement. He was surprised when the clear blue eyes looked into his
own.
Adam
needed to take a steadying breath before he trusted himself to speak. "Hey
brother. Welcome back."
"Guess
I should be glad I'm still here. Remember being hit and going down but that's all."
He stopped speaking and closed his eyes against the pain then spoke again,
"Mr. Taylor?"
Adam
dropped his eyes. "I'm sorry Hoss."
"Oh
Lord Adam. He was such a nice little man," Hoss said. "They shot him
before I could do anything." His voice caught and he closed his eyes once
more.
"You
had no idea what they were going to do." Adam smoothed back the baby fine
hair from Hoss' forehead. "Drink some water for me and go back to
sleep."
"Pa,"
Hoss called.
"Yes
son, I'm right here." Ben had awakened and stood, taking his son's hand.
"Where's
Joe?" Hoss said, his voice fading.
"He'll
be back soon. He just went to get some sleep," Ben said.
"Tell
him I'm ok
Ben
waited to make sure his sleeping son was comfortable then signaled for Adam to
follow him outside. "We'd better tell Paul he was awake," Ben said.
As
Paul entered his patient's room, Ben and Adam walked out into the night air.
"Please go get some sleep
"Maybe---let's wait and see what Paul has
to say." Ben leaned against the porch railing. Both father and son were
silent.
Finally,
Ben reached over and placed a hand on Adam's shoulder. "Son, I know you're
upset by what Joe said. So am I for that matter but I think he's so afraid for
Hoss that he doesn't know what he's saying."
Adam
gave a small smile and shook his head. "Oh Pa, do you really believe that?
Joe's not a boy anymore. He knows exactly what he's saying." Adam walked
away from his father's hand. "But it doesn't really matter does it?
Nothing will change what's happened."
"Of
course it matters!" The strength had returned to Ben's voice. "I know
my boys love and care about each other."
"Your
boys are men now! You can't tell them what to feel anymore then you can tell
them what to think." Adam hesitated a moment. "Joe thinks what he
thinks and feels what he feels. You can't make everything all better Pa, not
anymore."
Just
as Ben was about to answer, the front door opened. "Paul, my son?"
"Is
doing better then I would have expected Ben," said Doctor Martin said.
"He does have a fever, but I anticipated that." Paul took a moment to
role down his sleeves against the cool night air. "Why don't you get some sleep
Ben? I'll stay with him."
Adam's
deep voice cut through the night air. "No, I'll stay with him." Ben
was about to object when Adam said, " please Pa, I want to."
Ben
knew by the tone of Adam's voice that he needed to be with Hoss right now.
"Alright son. I’ll be back in a few hours. You'll get me if---?"
"Of
course
**********
The
sun wasn't up yet but its light was just beginning to climb over the horizon.
It shown through the thin gray clouds, casting a purple hue into the morning
sky. Adam Cartwright had slept in short naps, allowing him to check on his
brother periodically through the night. Hoss' fever rose and fell. Adam kept
him plied with water and pain medicine hoping that the sleep he was getting was
a healing one.
At
last, a narrow beam of light shown through the window next to Adam's chair. He
could feel the warmth on his face before he opened his eyes. He was just aware
enough to know he wanted to fall back into the dreamless state from which he
was rising, but most of all; he wanted to open his eyes and his brother would
be miraculously healed. Or better yet, never hurt.
Adam
opened his eyes and squinted against the morning light. Hoss lay on his back,
snoring lightly. Beads of perspiration clung to his face and chest. The fever
that had been present just a couple of hours ago had broken. At least for now.
He rose and stretched his long frame until his muscles stopped complaining. He looked over toward the bed once again and
was greeted by the same clear blue eyes.
"Hey
brother," Hoss said in a voice heavy with sleep. "You sleep in here
last night?"
"Yeah
well, somebody had to make sure you didn't do anything dumb." Adam's words
stood out in stark contrast to his look of deep concern.
"Not
much chance of that big brother. I don't think I could manage anything outta
line even if I wanted to." Hoss looked around. "How'd you manage to
get Pa outta here?"
"He's
been with you every minute. I convinced him it was my turn," Adam said. He
turned away and looked out at the rising sun. "I'm going with
"Give
me some water, will ya Adam?" After drinking his fill and taking a few
deep breaths, Hoss continued. "I figured you might. Can't say as I'd do
any different."
"I
knew you'd understand," Adam said. "Look, I'm going to get
"Wait
Adam, just one thing. You ain't blamin' yerself for this, are ya?" Hoss
asked.
That
stopped Adam at the door. He turned around and said, "part of me wants to
Hoss. If I'd hung around instead of taking off than it would have been me in
the street, not you. And maybe me in that bed." He paused.
"You
know that's crazy Adam. Anything coulda happened," his brother answered.
Adam
looked at Hoss with a fleeting smile. "My head knows that brother but my
heart's a bit harder to convince. I'll be back." Adam shut the door
quietly when he left.
**********
Ben
had woken up with the dawn. He slipped into Joe's room and found he was already
up and dressed. "Pa?" I thought you were still with Hoss," he
said.
"No
son. Paul felt he was doing better so I thought I'd better get some sleep. Adam
stayed with him," Ben answered.
Joe
stared at his father as if he wanted to say something but he remained silent.
After a moment he said, "Adam going with
"He
hasn't said so Joe but I believe he will. Adam wants these men very
badly," Ben said.
Joe
bristled. "Yeah, well he's not the only one. I want them too!"
"You
just cool off young man. Whatever is between you and Adam will have to wait.
Right now, we need to be concerned for Hoss." Ben was angry and he was
having a hard time controlling it but he softened his tone. "Let's just go
see your brother."
Ben
and Joe were coming up on the porch as Adam opened the front door. "How's
he---," Ben started.
"He's
doing better I think, Pa. Paul is with him now," Adam offered. "He
knows I'm leaving with
"I
do son, but promise me you'll be careful. " He brushed his son's back with
his hand then opened the door.
Adam
looked at Joe but didn't speak. He started to walk down the steps. Joe spoke
up. "I'm going too Adam. You can't stop me."
Adam
paused and turned. In a voice that held little feeling he said, "that's up
to the sheriff and your father." He continued to walk away.
**********
"I'm
going too
"Joseph----
Adam told me that the three of you were all grown men now and that you had to
make your own decisions. So I won't argue with you. But you need to get it
straight in your own mind why you're going. Are you looking for revenge or is
it really justice you're looking for?" Ben gave his son a chance to
respond but Joe was silent. " Just make sure the reason you're going isn't
because you feel like it's some kind of competition with your oldest
brother."
Joe
began to object then stopped. "I need to say goodbye to Hoss." Father
and son walked into the room together.
"Good
morning son. You've got a little more color today," Ben said.
"Doc
said I could have a little broth and it actually sounds pretty good. "
Hoss gave a weak smile.
"Hoss,
I'm going with the posse," Joe said. " I didn't want you to
think---"
"I
heard you outside the door Joe," Hoss interrupted him. "Listen to
"Bet
you didn't tell Adam the same thing," Joe said. "What makes you think
he ain't angry?"
"He
is Joe but he can put it aside and think clear and that's what you got to learn
to do." Ben stepped into the conversation, seeing that Hoss was getting
tired.
"Please
be careful Joe." Ben embraced is youngest for a brief moment.
Joe
smiled and said, "I promise Pa. Bye Hoss." And in a moment, he was gone.
**********
Roy
Coffee had some reservations about taking both Cartwright boys along with this
posse, knowing they weren't getting on too well just now. But how could he deny
either man a chance to find the men who had shot down their brother. Adam was
just as cool and measured as they come. He would have made one hell of gunman
if he'd gone down the wrong path.
The
posse rode hard. They had gotten a break when they stopped at the way station
about thirty or so miles southwest of town. Two men, one older and a younger
man about twenty had come in two days ago. Both of their horses were nearly
ridden to death. They took supplies and fresh horses at gunpoint and headed due
west.
"What
do you think
"Well,
by the direction they seem to be followin', I'd say they're headed right for
the Ponderosa,"
"Yeah,
I thought so too," Adam said. "Obviously, they don't know who they
shot or that we're part of the posse." He took a moment to look off into
the distant hills. "I'd bet they're headed for the high country; hoping to
get lost up there."
"That'd
be my guess,"
"I
agree. We could meet at a prearranged place in a couple of days. How do you
want to slit up?" Adam asked.
"Teams
are fine. You want to take Joe with you?"
"Yeah,
I want him with me. You want to tell him or shall I?" Adam was hoping that
"Why
don't you let me talk to him,"
"We'll
be splitin' up in teams of two. Seems like these fellas are headin' for the
high country on the western part of the Ponderosa. That's a mighty big amount
of territory to cover. We know these men are killers so if you find 'em make
sure you can take 'em before you start anything. We'll meet at Pike's Basin in
two days. Anybody got any questions?" the sheriff asked.
Each
man went about checking his horse, tack and supplies. They couldn't afford guns
that misfired or horses that threw shoes. They knew the men they hunted had
already killed once and would probably have no trouble killing again.
Joe
wanted to shout out his objection but he remembered Hoss' words---put the anger away and think. "Alright
**********
'We've
covered a lot of area Joe. I think we need a short rest," Adam said as he
let Sport come to a stop.
"If
you need to," came the short reply.
"Well
I think the horses do and it won't hurt us either." Adam dismounted and loosened
Sport's cinch and removed his bridle. The big chestnut wandered to the nearest
tree and started scratching his ears and face against the trunk. Sport isn't
the only one feeling itchy Adam thought. I could surely use a bath, preferably
one with warm water but the lake will do. Maybe when we stop for the night.
The
continuing silence between the two brothers was wearing on Adam. "Ok Joe,
enough of this. When will this foolishness end?"
"Well
it may be foolish to you but not to me," Joe shouted. "And it'll end
when you start treating me like a man instead of a boy!"
Adam
took a deep breath, trying to hold on to his own temper. "Since when is
showing concern for your welfare treating you like a boy?" He softened his
voice. "You went down hard Joe. I was afraid you'd gotten hurt. There
wasn't anymore to it then that." Joe just stared at him, the defiance
still bright in his eyes. "Let me ask you something Joe. If you'd seen
me---no, if you'd seen Hoss go down like that, what would you have done?"
Joe's
look turned from defiance to confusion. "I'd make sure he was ok. "
"Why
Joe?" Adam asked. His voice was very quiet, very calm now.
"What'd
you mean, why." Joe's temper rose again. "Because he's my brother and
I care about him, that's why!
"Yes
Joe, that's why." Adam turned from his brother and walked the short
distance to the lake.
Joe
watched his brother's receding back. Could it have been as simple as that? He
saw his brother go down on his knees to bath his face and hands in the cold,
clear water. He started to walk toward him, suddenly wanting to finish the
conversation.
But
he was stopped abruptly by the sound of a single rifle shot. Joe drew his gun
and took cover behind the nearest rocks. Scanning the area, he was unable to
tell where the shot had come from. Turning back to the shoreline, he knew Adam
would have taken the same defensive position that he had. But what met his eyes
was the sight of his brother's body lying face up, half in, half out of the
water. Joe shouted his brother's name but there was no answer. His first
instinct was to run to Adam's side but that would leave them both vulnerable.
He needed to think before he made a move.
"Come
out now!" came a shout from behind a group of trees to Joe's left. Joe
remained silent and looked once more at the still form of his brother. Adam lay
where he had fallen; his body stretched out with his arms spread wide at his
sides. His long legs lay on the rocky beach while the rest of him lay in the
cold of the lake. Another shot rang out and Joe saw a spray of water kick up
next to Adam's head. "The next one goes through his skull. You want
that?" The voice sounded more impatient and Joe knew he had no choice.
"Leave
him alone," he shouted back. "I'm coming out." Joe walked out
from behind his cover, throwing his gun into the dirt as he came. He didn't
stop until he was at Adam's side. He had no idea how badly his brother was hurt
but he did know the cold water was robbing him of precious body heat. He bent down and grabbed Adam's shirtfront
with both hands, pulling him until his whole body was on the dry beach. He
dropped to his knees.
Water
streamed from Adam's face and hair. Joe ran his hands gently along the sides of
his brother's head, wiping away the water. He quickly scanned Adam's body but
saw nothing until he pulled back the black vest. A scarlet stain, faded and
enlarged by the water, spread across his right side.
Joe
pulled Adam's tan shirt from his pants and uncovered the wound. The bullet had
exited just above his right hip and when Joe rolled him over, he saw that his
brother had indeed been shot in the back. It took everything Joe had to control
his anger. He had nothing to halt the flow of blood from the in and out wound.
He put his brother's shirt and vest back and placed both hands over the ragged
wounds. He gently pushed; hoping the pressure would be enough. Adam tried to
move away but Joe's soothing voice reached him and he stopped struggling. He
gave a soft cry and opened his eyes.
Adam
took a minute to look around then gave Joe a weak smile. "They found us, I
take it."
"Yeah,
afraid so. They musta been hidin' in those trees," Joe said.
Adam
tried to pull away from Joe's hands again. "You can stop that any time
now." His breathing was labored and he had a hard time pushing out the
words.
"Now
I could do that but you'd bleed all over the place and you know how you hate a
mess." Joe tried to keep his tone light.
"I
hate it when you're right Joe," Adam answered, his smile fading as the pain
hit him again. Once more, he tried to roll away from his brother's hands.
"God
Adam, I know I'm hurting you but I don't know what else to do." Joe looked
closely at his older brother. Adam's face was pale and drawn tight. Fine beads
of sweat mixed with the lake water and ran backward into his hair. His hands
clutched at the earth, giving him something to hold on to.
Joe
had been so absorbed in helping his brother, he almost forgot the men who had
done this to him were still there. "Get away from him," commanded the
older gunman.
Joe's
fury was obvious. "I can't!" he shouted. "He'll bleed to
death." He continued holding on to his brother.
A
gun touched the side of Joe's head. "I said, get away from him."
Adam
looked from the gunman to Joe. He could feel the tremor of anger in Joe's
hands. "I'll be ok. Do as he says," Adam said. Joe was about to argue
but he knew Adam was right. He'd put them both in more danger if he didn't do
as he was told.
Joe
stood up. "Now what?" he asked, as he clenched his hands into fists.
His anger was calmed for a moment and replaced by surprise when he looked down
at his sticky hands. He opened them and realized they were covered with blood.
Without asking, he went to the water's edge and cleansed them in the clear water.
"Now
you two boys must be part of that posse that's been following us. Thought we'd
lost you up in these hills." The killer motioned for Joe to move back
where he had been standing. He looked down at Adam. "He somethin' special
to you boy?"
Joe
looked down at Adam who continued to struggle with consciousness. He knew he
only had a split second to make the right decision. "He's just some guy
that was on the posse with me, that's all."
"The
way you was fussin' over him, thought he was kin to you. The man hesitated and
stared at both of them for a moment. "But now that I think about it, you
two don't look nothin' alike." The gunman turned toward the younger man.
"Johnny, go bring them two horses over here."
"Sure
Pa," the boy responded and went to tack up the Cartwright horses.
Addressing
Joe, the gunman said, "now we don't really know this country too good.
Could sure use some help losin' that posse."
Adam
remained silent as he fought to control the pain and his senses. So far, Joe had
played things just right. He needed to trust him to take care of both of them.
A new pain stabbed at his side and he emitted an involuntary moan. He grabbed
at his side and curled into a tight ball. Joe started to move toward his
brother.
"Hold
it right there." The ominous sound of a gun being cocked stopped him in
his tracks.
"Pa,
why don't we just put a bullet in this one and get outta here?" He
motioned toward Adam with his gun.
Joe
stepped between the killers and his wounded sibling. "Now that wouldn't be
too bright. You already fired once. You do it again and you'll have the rest of
the posse up here."
The
younger man stepped toward Joe. "I'll show you who's not too bright!"
he shouted. His father put out a hand to stop him.
"The
kid's right. Use yer head," the older man said. "You fire that thing
again and you'll bring 'um down on top of us."
He
turned back to Joe. "Now we could still kill your friend there--- use a
knife, bash his head in with a rock. You get the idea." The man smirked.
"That wouldn't make no noise." He waited to see if Joe would react
but was met with silence. "Or we could just leave him here while you show
us the best way out and away from the posse."
Joe
hesitated only a moment. He knew that even though Adam was hurt, his best
chance of staying alive was for Joe to leave him and lead the killers away.
"Alright, I'll go with you," Joe said. He gestured toward Adam.
"Just let me check to see if he's still bleeding."
Joe
bent down close to his brother's face. "Adam, listen to me. I'm gonna lead
them away. Think you can get to Pike's Basin? The posse'll be there
tomorrow." Joe opened his brother's shirt once again and looked at the
ragged holes beneath. "It's stopped bleeding. I'll get them to leave Sport
behind."
Adam
briefly took his brother's hand. He knew Joe had made the only decision he
could but he was afraid of what might happen to him once the killers no longer
needed him. "Please Little Joe, don't take any chances."
"I
don't want to leave you Adam but I don't know what else to do." Joe looked
into the eyes of his brother, now dulled with pain. He was rewarded with a
reassuring smile. "I'll take them up over
"Ok
kid, let's go." Both the gunmen had already mounted. "You want your
friend left alive then I suggest you mount up."
Joe
got up and mounted quickly. The afternoon sun had dropped lower in the sky. He
gave Adam one last look then started the slow climb toward
**********
The
shadows of evening were lengthening upon the ground when Adam opened his eyes.
His first thoughts were of his younger brother. He wanted desperately to go
after Joe but he knew he'd never be able to catch them. Not with the amount of
blood he'd lost. Joe's best chance and his, was for him to be at Pike's Basin
when the rest of the posse arrived. Slowly, he turned over and pushed himself
to his knees. He sat back on his heels and waited for the world to stop
spinning.
Holding
his left hand tightly across his body, Adam heaved himself to his feet. Good to
his word, Joe had somehow convinced them to leave Sport behind. He stumbled to
his horse. Leaning against Sport's side to rest, Adam looked in the direction
of
***********
It
was late the next day when Roy Coffee surveyed the surrounding hills for the
tenth time in the last half-hour. The entire posse waited for Adam and Joe
Cartwright. Those two boys are more than capable of taking care of themselves
he thought and each other. He shook his head as if to banish the bad feeling he
had. The exhausted men and horses took advantage of the break.
The
sound of a horse approaching brought everyone to their feet, hands tensed over
the tops of their guns. Out of the fading light came a single horseman; slumped
over his mount's neck. They immediately recognized the eldest Cartwright son.
Sport halted in front of the sheriff. "Adam!"
Adam
sat up and looked around as if surprised that he had reached his destination.
He looked down and said, "Joe---they have Little Joe." Suddenly, he
could no longer hold himself upright as the work hardened muscles became fluid.
They caught him before he hit the ground.
"The
men we're chasing. They were hiding up at the lake. Shot me. Took Joe."
Adam's next breath caught in his throat as the pain forced him to stop.
"No!"
Suddenly, Adam found some hidden strength and held tightly to
Adam's
head came to rest against Roy Coffee's shoulder.
***********
Ben
Cartwright was relieved and thankful when he brought his son home. Hoss was
doing remarkably well after what could have been a senseless tragedy. It would
take a while but he would be well again. Hop Sing handed Ben the lunch tray.
"You take to Mr. Hoss. Make sure he eat all things. Get betta soon."
He retreated into his kitchen amid a torrent of his own language.
Ben
smiled as he climbed the stairs. He knew that Hop Sing worried about the boys
as much as he did. Balancing the tray on one hand, he quietly entered Hoss'
room. He was met with the familiar broad smile that split his son's face. Yes,
he thought, an open, honest face that never tried to hide what he was thinking
or feeling and most of the time carried that same smile.
He
couldn't help but wish his other two sons had been blessed with some of the
even temperament of their brother.
Hoss
eagerly consumed all that was put before him. "I think Doc Martin and Hop
Sing are in cahoots," Hoss said, a frown covering his face.
Ben
smiled from his seat next to the bed. "In cahoots about what son?" he
asked.
"They're
trying to starve me so I don't have the strength to get up outta this
bed," Hoss groaned. "I could sure use a cookie or two." He
hesitated. "Or maybe a half dozen or so."
Ben
got up from his chair and took the lunch tray. "I'll make a deal with you
son. You sleep for a while and I'll make sure you get some cookies when you
wake up." Ben moved toward the door. "Deal?"
"Sounds
like the same thing you said when I was little and you wanted me to take a
nap," Hoss grinned at his father.
"Yup---and
I'm still using the same bait." Both men chuckled. "Sleep well son.
Call me if you need me."
Ben
sat heavily in his accustomed red chair in front of the fire. As relieved as he
was about Hoss, thoughts of Adam and Joe kept nagging at his mind. He knew he
could never completely relax until all of his sons were together under his
roof. Adam's comment had come to his mind more then once--- you can't make everything all better Pa, not anymore. He fell into
a light sleep.
Hop
Sing's angry, high-pitched voice and a pounding on the door roused Ben from his
short nap. For a moment, the time between asleep and awake overlapped and he
wondered if something had happened to Hoss. Hop Sing opened the door to John
McComb. "Why you pound on door with sick man upstairs?" McComb stepped
aside and let Hop Sing have a clear view of the yard. Ben knew McComb had been
with the posse and the expression on the housekeeper's face told him something
was terribly wrong. Ben walked quickly from his seat. "John? ---" he
started to say but stopped when he looked out and saw his oldest boy tied to
the back of his horse.
The
color drained from Ben Cartwright's face, as he stood rooted at the front door.
Rousing himself, he ran to Adam's side. Carefully he cradled his boy's face in
work-scared hands, hoping for a response. Golden brown eyes shown bright with
fever under hooded lids. "Pa---make them go after Little Joe. Please---." Adam's eyes closed and his
head dropped into his father's hands.
Ben
shook Adam's shoulders. "Adam, tell me where Joe is. What's happened to
Joe?" There was a frantic edge to Ben's voice and both Hop Sing and John
McComb looked at each other and stepped forward.
Hop
Sing placed a hand on Ben's arm and said quietly," Mr. Adam cannot hear
you. Let Hop Sing take care of oldest son."
"Yes
Ben, let's get Adam inside then I'll tell you what I know," said McComb.
He pulled a knife from his pocket and cut the ropes that bound Adam to his
horse. Instantly, the injured man started to slip toward the ground. They
caught him as he fell. The three men managed to get his inside and laid him on
the settee.
McComb
told Ben what he knew. "Sheriff Coffee and the others are headed for
One
son upstairs in bed, recovering from two bullet wounds. Now another son is
brought home, shot in the back. And who knows the fate of the third. Ben felt
as if the world he had known just a short time ago had ceased to exist and he
was caught up in a whirlwind over which he had no control. And control was
something that rarely slipped from Ben Cartwright's grasp.
Adam
had quickly come around and was struggling to sit up, despite the protests from
his father and Hop Sing. He sat with his elbows on his knees and his head
resting in his hands. "I just need a little rest
"Son,
let us help you upstairs. We'll get you cleaned up and you can rest until Paul
comes." Ben knew it was not the time to argue with Adam.
Letting
out a long, slow breath, Adam nodded. He gratefully accepted his father's and Hop
Sing's help. The cold and blood loss topped off by a long ride had weakened him
more then he thought. He sat heavily on the bed and gave a small cry as his
side was jarred. Ben helped him remove his wet, dirt-encrusted clothes then
bathed the wounds with warm water. Finally, exhaustion took over and Adam lay
down in the warmth of clean sheets and quilts. With eyes half closed, he called
to his father. "I'll get him back
Ben
watched as his son fell into a deep sleep. Brushing a hand over the still damp
hair, he said," yes son, you rest."
*********
"Adam,
what's wrong with you? You're the one I count on to be sensible in this
house!" Doctor Martin's level of frustration was pushed to overflowing as
he stared into the uncompromising eyes of his patient. "You've been shot!
And just because I didn't have to go digging around to get a bullet out doesn't
mean it's less dangerous."
"I
heard you the first time Paul," Adam said in a quiet voice. He sat on the
edge of his bed, splinting his side. "I'll rest when Joe's back."
Finally
in exasperation, Paul Martin said," if you get back!" He looked at
Ben for help, but the oldest Cartwright stood quietly in the corner. "I'm
going to check on Hoss while I'm here. At least he's doing what I tell
him"
Paul
walked quickly from the room.
Ben
moved to Adam's side. "He's right. You know he is," Ben said, putting
a hand on his son's shoulder. "Is it because you and Joe have been
fighting?"
Angry
at his father's inference, Adam pulled away and stood up. "You think I'm
going because Joe and I have been having a silly fight?" he shouted.
Adam
walked to his dresser and leaned on it with his free hand. All the anger and
fear and confusion surrounding his relationship with his younger brother seemed
to come together at once. "What about all the years I've been just as much
a parent to him as you have? I've spent more then half my life teaching him and
watching out for him and protecting him." His voice lost its anger as he
continued. "Now he's out there somewhere because he was trying to protect
me." Adam looked at his father and shook his head. "Don't you see,
Pa? It's just not right."
"Adam,
listen to me. It doesn't seem right because you have spent Joe's entire life looking after him. This time, things
turned around. But you said it yourself; he's not a boy anymore. He made the
best decision he could given the circumstances." Ben stopped for a moment.
"You would have done the same Adam, had things been different."
"You
think I don't know that!" Adam said. "But I don't want him
sacrificing his life for mine." Adam reached for his shirt. "I'm
going
"No
son, I'm not going to try and stop you--- I am going with you," Ben said.
"You
can't do that Pa. Hoss needs you here," Adam said as he sat down carefully
and reached for his boots.
"Hoss
needs to eat and sleep. And I need to find my youngest son and make sure my
oldest comes back in one piece," Ben said. And Hop Sing will take good care
of him. This isn't up for debate, Adam. I'm going." He walked toward the
door. "I'll have Hop Sing get some supplies ready."
**********
Adam
was glad for the moments of silence. He walked to the window and looked out onto
the yard below. He saw his father and Paul Martin talking. Actually, it looked
as if Paul was doing most of the talking and Ben most of the listening.
Occasionally Ben would shake his head. Adam wondered if it was in agreement or
frustration.
He
hadn't managed his boots, so with sock-covered feet, Adam padded down the hall
to Hoss' room. He entered quietly, hoping not to disturb his now recovering
sibling. He didn't need to worry. Hoss was wide-awake and sitting up. "I
heard all the commotion and wondered when someone was gonna fill me in."
He studied Adam for a moment. "You ain't lookin' too good there older
brother. Come on and set down."
Adam
moved to the side of Hoss' bed and gingerly sat down in the chair his father
had been using. "It's ok Hoss. I just had a little accident but I'm
ok," he said.
Hoss
pulled back Adam's shirt and saw the bandage that covered him from hip to just
below his breastbone. "A little accident, huh? Now how about startin' from
the beginning and telling me the truth." Adam sucked in a full breath and
told his brother everything.
"They
got Joe?" Hoss said, not wanting to believe what he had been told.
Suddenly, his disbelief turned to anger. "And I'm stuck in this bed. How
am I gonna help him stuck in this bed?" His big fists pounded the mattress
on either side of him.
"Easy
Hoss. You aren't gonna help anybody if you get yourself all riled up,"
Adam admonished. "I'm going after him. I just came in to see how you were
and tell you I was leaving."
"Adam,
use yer head. How you gonna ride with a hole in yer side?" Hoss tried to
sit up further in bed but it was too much, too soon. He lay back in
resignation.
"There
is no choice here Hoss. I have to go get him." Adam stood up.
Hoss
held out his hand and Adam took it. "Take care of yourself
brother." Hoss' voice cracked.
"Bring the boy home Adam."
Adam
smiled down and nodded.
Adam
was walking back to his room when Ben entered the upstairs hall. He waited a
minute and watched the slightly bent figure of his oldest as the door slowly
closed behind him. With a sigh, he headed toward Hoss' room. Ben hoped he'd
understand why he had to go.
**********
Ben
and Adam had ridden as hard as Ben would allow. As much as he wanted to bring
Joe home, he refused to sacrifice one son for another. Ben could see the price
Adam was paying for his stubborn insistence on coming along but the concerned
father knew he'd never hear it voiced.
The
sound of sporadic gunfire greeted them as they arrived at
Adam
sat down with his back resting against a tree. His father continued to study
the situation before him. "Pa, if they're well armed, they can stay in there
forever. I'm going in now."
"Adam,
use your head. They'll cut you down before you get half-way down the
hill." Ben put a restraining hand on his son's arm.
"They
won't if they're too busy talking to you. Let them think they can negotiate
their way out with their hostage's father." Adam stood up, shrugging off
Ben's arm.
"And
you'll be----?" Ben started to say but Adam interrupted him.
"I'll
cut along the back of that ridge and come at them from the back of the cabin.
Their attention will be on you." Ben started to respond but Adam knew what
he was going to say. "These men have seen me
Adam
started to leave but Ben grasped his arm once more. "Adam---please. I know
you want him safe but I want you both safe. Don't take any chances."
The
hard lines in Adam's face softened and a warm smile took their place.
"I'll bring us both back
Ben
moved in diagonal lines from tree to rocks, keeping himself out of the line of
fire. When he was close enough, he called Roy Coffee's name. "Come on in
Ben. We'll cover you," the sheriff said. Ben quickly described Adam's
plan. "I don't like it Ben. They could cut you down a soon as you show
yerself."
"But
that wouldn't help them get out of there
Ben
walked into plain view; his hands held high. "You," he shouted.
"You in the cabin. I'm Ben Cartwright. You have my son Joseph in there
with you. Let him go and you can walk out."
Adam
made his way carefully to the steep ridge overlooking the back of the cabin.
The ground was rocky and he slide easily in the sandy soil. He could just see
over the top of the battered roof to where his father stood. There was no door in the back of the house
but there was a small window.
Adam
continued his decent through the loose earth, frequently landing on his
backside as he went. He tried to dart between the scarce trees and boulders to
keep himself anchored and hidden. There
was a narrow path between the cabin and the hillside. He flattened his body
against the rotting boards next to the window. Taking a few minutes to catch
his breath, Adam reached inside his shirt and pressed his damaged side. The
hand he drew out was stained with fresh blood. Knowing there was nothing he
could do to help himself now, he wiped his hand then removed the leather tie
from his gun. He squinted through the dust-covered window.
Both
gunmen were listening to what the elder Cartwright could offer. Looking around
the room, Adam let out a sigh of relief when he saw Joe. Although his younger
brother was tied to a chair, it didn't appear that Joe had been harmed. Without
waiting any longer, he pushed his shoulder against the fragile glass and frame
of the window. Both gave way. Stepping through the shower of glass, he yelled
for the father and son to give up. Neither was inclined to do so. One shot
brought down the younger of the two. Out of the corner of his eye, Adam saw Joe
struggling against his bonds. Knocked off balance, as he fell to the floor,
Adam didn't have time to aim at the outlaw leader.
Looking
at Adam, the man smiled as he started to squeeze the trigger. The loud retort
of a gun bounced around the little room. The man who killed the bank teller and
shot his brother fell dead at Adam's feet. His father had ended the gunman's
life.
The
next thing he knew, Roy Coffee was helping him up. Adam looked over to see his father
cutting Joe's ropes and helping the young man to stand. He watched as his
father inspected his brother for any injuries then reach to pull him into a
brief embrace. The same look of embarrassment that Joe wore at the corral was
back again. Adam dropped his head and looked up at Joe under hooded eyes. A
slow smile pulled at the corners of his mouth.
Joe
crossed the room, stopping at Adam's side. "You alright Joe?" he
asked.
"Yeah,
I'm fine but I had my doubts if I'd stay that way for awhile. The last thing I
expected was for you to come bustin' through that window." He turned back
to his father. "Hoss--is Hoss ok?"
"Yes
Joe, he's doing just fine," Ben answered. "Bargaining for more
cookies when I left. He'll sure be glad to see you."
Adam,
are you---?" Adam waved his father's concern away. Joe and Ben started for
the door.
Joe
stopped and turned around. "Adam, I don't know what to say besides thanks.
Thanks for coming back for me and caring enough to see that I was all right.
I---well I'm sorry for everything. I didn't understand."
"It's
over Joe. Let's just go home." Adam's words were short and he seemed
tired.
Adam
once again splinted his side and said," Yeah, I'm just a little sore is
all. Think I might have torn loose a couple of Paul's stitches." He
straightened his shoulders and said,"I'll be fine when I get home and get
some sleep."
Noticing
Adam had not followed them out, Ben said, "Joe, would you bring the horses
please. I'm going back to see what's holding your brother up." As he
walked back to the shack, it occurred to him that in his relief to see that Joe
was uninjured he had not paid much attention to the state of his eldest.
Something he was prone to do since Adam stood for little coddling.
Ben
had just finished berating himself when he stepped back into the shadows of the
cabin. Half in the darkness, he saw his eldest leaning against the shack's
center beam. He was doubled over with his hands holding his knees and his head
resting on a heaving chest. "Adam---
Adam what is it?"
Adam
didn't answer right away. Finally, he looked up and held out a blood stained
hand. "I think I need a little help Pa," he said, sinking to his
knees. Adam gave in to the encroaching darkness as he came to rest on the cool
dirt floor.
**********
He
didn't remember any of the trip home, but Adam did remember Doctor Martin's
none too gentle touch as he restitched the open wound. He also remembered his
father and youngest brother hovering over him until the doctor assured them of
his complete recovery. He slept and ate and slept some more. For once he let go
of his concern for the ranch and allowed himself time to heal.
Adam
questioned his father about Hoss at every visit. Neither man had been well enough
to see the other. But on the morning of Adam's third day home, he wasn't going
to wait any longer. He let Hop Sing bring his breakfast and fuss over him for a
few minutes. Funny, he thought, how it seemed so natural to let Hop Sing
"mother" him but so uncomfortable when anybody else tried. Adam
decided he wasn't up to dwelling on that thought. He lingered until his father and brother came
in to say good morning. When they went downstairs for breakfast, he made his
escape. With great care, he was able to wash and at least get into a pair of
pants. He put on an old, soft red shirt, not bothering to button it.
He
walked quietly down the hall to Hoss' room. He slipped in and shut the door
behind him. Hoss was finishing his last flapjack when he heard the door open.
"Well now older brother, they wasn't lying. You did get home in one
piece," Hoss said. "Well, just about one piece."
"Yeah,
a little worse for wear but I'll survive. You're looking better then the last
time I saw you." Adam smiled and cocked his head to the side. " Your
appetite's back at least."
"Not
sur it ever left. They darn near starved me to death." Hoss could see that
Adam was looking tired. "Come set down on this bed before you fall
down."
"I'm
not sure the bed can take both of us. We were pretty young the last time we
both sat on it." Adam looked doubtful but he sat down on top of the
covers, resting his back against the headboard. He answered Hoss' questions
about
Both
Adam and Hoss groaned from being jostled about. "Are you crazy boy?"
Hoss asked, "or are you just tryin' to do in yer elders?"
"You
two are gettin' old real fast." Joe grinned. "You'll be sittin' on
the porch in rockers along with Pa before you know it."
Ben
noticed the door to Hoss' room was ajar. He stopped for a moment and listened
to the good-natured bantering among his boys. Boys, he thought---no not boys.
Adam was right; they weren't boys anymore.
All
three looked toward the doorway at the sound of the low rumble they knew was
their father's voice. "Joseph, would you care to repeat that comment about
the rocking chair?"
Joe
did his best to hide behind his bigger, older brothers. And they, out of
instinct or habit or both, shielded him. "Rocking chair? Oh, I was talking
about Adam and
Joe
ran from the room as Ben's hand missed its target. A smile of contentment
spread across his face. They were home; they were safe and they were together.