A New Beginning
by
Janice Sagraves

This is for Lillian, whose critique helped me immeasurably, and I believe the story is better for it. Thank you.

ONE

Her eyes glittered as she watched out the stagecoach window, fanning against the dust. But she didn’t care, before long they would arrive in Virginia City and after that out to the Ponderosa. It had been a year since she had seen Ben Cartwright and his sons and the anticipation was eating her up. She looked to the young woman sitting next to her and couldn’t miss the boredom in her beautiful face. A gloved hand reached out and squeezed the girl’s fingers and the half-hearted smile she got in return told her that she was doing the right thing.

*******

Ben Cartwright strode briskly across the porch with arms wide and a broad smile lighting his ruggedly handsome features. “Mrs. Cadence,” he said cheerfully as he went around to the other side of the buckboard and helped her down. “You don’t know how much we’ve been looking forward to your arrival since we got your letter.”

“Putting polite talk aside, I’ve been about to bust, and the closer we got the more so it has gotten. Coming here was the highlight of my trip last year, and I could hardly wait to get back.”

“Well, you are more than welcome. You did so much for Joe and then Adam, and nothing is too much or too good. Hop Sing is planning some excellent repasts in your honor, and my sons are eager to see you again.”

“And I them. Where are they?”

“Joe and Hoss are out checking on a herd of horses and Adam is in Sacramento on business, but he should be back in a few days. He wouldn’t miss seeing you for the world.” He gave her hand a pat. “And this must be Angelica,” he said as he turned to the dour young woman sitting next to the driver. “I’m so glad you were able to come with your mother.”

“Thank you,” she said dryly.

His coffee eyes darted around and met with a pair of gray ones. “Here, let me help you down,” and he took one of her elegant hands. As she stepped from the buckboard she swatted her skirt out of the way and never really looked at him then thanked him again.

“I’ll have some of the men bring in your luggage while I show you to your rooms,” he said, a little nonplussed by the girl’s attitude. “In your letter you didn’t mention how long you can stay.”

“Until you get ready to throw us out,” Mrs. Cadence said with a coy grin.

“Then I guess you’ll be here for a good long time, because that will never happen.” He turned back to the buckboard. “Hugh, would you get another man to help you bring in the ladies’ luggage?”

“Yes, sir, Mr. Cartwright,” the man said then got out and started toward the barn.

“Now, let’s get you two settled. I know that you’re worn out and dusty from your long trip. And maybe I can get Hop Sing to make some lemonade.”

“That sounds divine. Don’t you think so, dear.”

“If you say so, Mother,” the girl said as she fussed with her attire.

No one had to hit Ben over the head with it, Miss Cadence wasn’t happy to be there. He looked at her mother and could see the lines of distress in her face. The letter had made it clear that this was more than a simple holiday, though it hadn’t gone into great detail, and he hoped he could help.

“Now let’s go in the house.” He got between the ladies and they started inside. “I’ve put you in the same room you were in last time, and your daughter will be in the first room at the top of the stairs. Then I’ll see about that lemonade.”

*******

Angelica was unpacking her things and placing them on the foot of the big bed when a light rapping sounded at the door. “Yes,” she said flatly.

Her mother’s head poked inside. “Is it all right if I come in?”

“If you like,” she said coolly without looking from her chore.

“What a wonderful room,” Mrs. Cadence said as she looked about her. “But then what could you expect in this house. It’s a splendid house and a splendid family.”

Angelica went to the massive wardrobe standing in the corner and hung a luscious party gown of rose satin and pale pink tulle inside.

“I’m so glad I was able to talk you into buying that dress. You’ll be the belle of the ball in it, and there won’t be a man’s head that won’t be turned.”

“I don’t know why you insisted,” Angelica said as she came back to the bed and took up a soft blue day dress. “Where could I possibly wear it out here?”

“I think you’ll be pleasantly surprised,” she said as she watched her daughter take it to the wardrobe.

“I don’t think anything out here could possibly be pleasant.”

“You’re just saying that because you haven’t gotten to know the country and the people yet. You’re making the very same mistake I made when I came the first time, but you’ll…”

“Mother,” she said as her violet eyes turned on her mother, “I only came because you were so persistent and you wouldn’t let me know a moment’s peace. Nothing’s changed and nothing’s going to change. When I get back home I’m going to be married and there’s nothing you or the family can do to stop it.”

“Angelica, we don’t need to talk about that now. We’ve come out here on holiday and…”

The girl whirled back to the bed and jerked up another day dress, this one in soft lavender with an ecru lace collar and cuffs and plenty of pearl buttons. “I know exactly why we’ve come out here, and I’m telling you that it won’t work,” she said as she gave the dress a hard shake. “My mind is made up.”

“Please, Angelica,” she said as she pushed the garment down onto the bed, “won’t you try to at least act like you’re enjoying yourself. If not for me then for you and the Cartwrights are such nice people.” She took her daughter’s chin in her fingers. “Please.”

“I wish it were that simple, Mother, but it just isn’t. You drug me all the way out here to keep me from marrying Hazleton and it isn’t going to work.”

“Angelica, he’s not right for you.”

“Well, we both happen to think that you’re wrong, and we’re going to do something about it, with or without your consent.”

“Oh, it’s useless,” Mrs. Cadence said as she released her roughly. “You’re just as headstrong and obstinate as your father was when he…”

“When he knew he was right?”

“And when he turned out to be wrong too. Now don’t stay up here too long. It won’t hurt you to come downstairs and be a little sociable.”

“All right, if it’ll please you.”

“It will.” Then Mrs. Cadence left in a huff and closed the door hard behind her.

With a groan, Angelica’s fingers bunched in the light purple fabric and she stamped one foot. “No, you can’t stop me. I won’t let you, and Hazleton won’t let you, because he loves me, whether you like it or not.”

TWO

Mrs. Cadence was sitting on the settee talking with Ben, who was in the red leather chair by the dormant fireplace, when the door opened behind her. She looked around and felt the tears burn up into her gray eyes. Without a word she raised her plump frame gracefully and – gathering the sides of her skirt – went over by the bureau. “Joseph.”

“Hello, Mrs. Cadence. I didn’t think you were ever gonna get here.”

“Let me get a good look at you,” she said as she took hold of his shoulders. “Handsome as ever.”

He put his arms around her and held her then she pulled back and turned to his brother.

“And Erik, my big, strong Erik.” She pulled a lace edged handkerchief from her sleeve and began daubing at her eyes. “I’m going to cry.” The muscular arms closed around her, and she felt safe in their sanctuary.

Joe was watching them when movement caught his attention and his emerald eyes roved to the staircase. She was a vision in candy pink and ribbons. She was slim and supple with dark brown ringlets gathered at the back of her haughty head. Her violet eyes, so much like her mother’s in every way but color, linked with his, and his breath shuddered. He knew then and there that he had never seen a more stunning woman in his life. She wafted down the rest of the steps like an ethereal fairy but strayed no farther than the tall backed blue chair. “Hoss,” was all he could say as he gouged his brother in the shoulder.

Hoss gulped and fought to keep from swallowing his tongue. In all his twenty-nine years he couldn’t recall ever seeing a lovelier or more enchanting creature, except for his Reagan, of course. She resembled her mother, who was a striking woman in her own right, but guessed that the stubborn mouth had come from her father.

“Boys, I would like to introduce you to Miss Angelica Cadence.”

Joe and Hoss practically stumbled over each other to be the first to get to her.

“These are my sons, Joe and Hoss.”

The girl’s gaze took in the big man, and her head tilted to one side. “Hoss? What kind of name is that for a man?”

“Angelica,” Mrs. Cadence said as her dark brows drew into a severe scowl.

“That’s all right, ma’am, I been asked worser things,” he said with a glance back then turned to Angelica. “I think you can see the answer to that ma’am, but you can call me Erik if’n you want to.”

“No, I don’t want to.”

“Angelica,” Mrs. Cadence said adamantly as she came forward.

That was when Joe moved in for the kill. Taking her hand, he kissed the back of it and gave her his most charismatic smile. “I’m sure my father already has, so let me be the second to welcome you to the Ponderosa. I hope you have an enjoyable stay here.”

“I will, if it’s a short one.” She pulled her hand away from him and sat down in the blue chair.

Mrs. Cadence was seething inside and wanted to put her child over her lap and wear her out. Right now she almost wished she had left her on her own to marry that no good and have to live with her mistake. Unfortunately, the family would have to live with it too, and she couldn’t bear to think what it would do to her daughter.

“Supper leady,” was announced from the dining room.

The brother’s vied with one another to see who would escort her to the table and Hoss, due to sheer size, won out.

They were about to fight for the right to sit next to her when Hop Sing came from the kitchen with another platter of meat. “Boys smell like stable, go clean up. Nobody want food taste like horse.”

Joe and Hoss looked at each other then sniffed their clothes and Hop Sing was right. They dashed for the stairs and disappeared down the hall. Ben and the ladies were waiting patiently when they returned in record time. Hair was combed and neat and clean shirts and string ties had been donned, and the battle for the right to sit next to her recommenced.

“Hoss, since you escorted Miss Cadence to the table I think Joe should be the one to sit next to her.”

Hoss wasn’t pleased, but Joe was beaming like a summer sun. After grace, the eating and polite conversation began, though Angelica was only picking and saying little.

“So, Miss Cadence, what do you think of the Ponderosa?” Ben asked as he took up his wine goblet.

“Oh, it’s…” she started blandly but a harsh glare from her mother and a sharp kick under the table changed her mind. “It’s very nice, though a bit overwhelming. I didn’t realize that trees out here grew to be so imposing.”

“I think you’ll find a lot of things out here overwhelming until you get used to them. Have you ever been out of the city before?”

“Only in some of the surrounding countryside on picnics and to go riding, but it’s nothing like this,” and she took a dainty bite of her braised chicken.

“Oh, so you ride,” Joe said enthusiastically. “Well, maybe tomorrow you’d like to go riding. I could show you some more of the Ponderosa.”

“I only said I ride, I didn’t say I enjoyed it,” the girl quipped.

Joe was instantly deflated but not daunted. “That could be only because you haven’t been riding around here. There’s so much more to see on the Ponderosa than in any city.”

“An’ I know where some o’ the purtiest places are, an’ I’d be right pleasured to show ‘em to you.”

“Well, now, Miss Cadence has had a very long trip, and I think it might be best for her to have a day or two to recover before she gets on a horse. Don’t you?”

“Thank you, Mr. Cartwright, for your intervention, but I think I’m old enough to handle over enthusiastic men on my own.” She took a sip of her wine and caught that threatening glower from her mother.

After supper they retired to the parlor for brandy for the men and sherry for the women.

“Mr. Cartwright, I’m afraid I must excuse myself. As you said, I’ve had a very long trip, and I am exhausted so I think I’d just like to go to bed, if that’s all right with you.”

“Of course, Miss Cadence, and good night. I hope you have a pleasant rest.”

“I’m sure I will.” She said good night to the others then went on upstairs.

Angelica was standing at the foot of the bed undoing the hooks down the back of her dress when her mother burst in without bothering to knock.

“Angelica Gwendolyn Cadence, I have never been so appalled in my life. Your behavior was outrageous.”

“These are your friends and coming out here was your idea,” she said as she slipped her arms from the sleeves and brought the dress over her head then draped it across the footboard. “You knew I didn’t want to come so you can’t expect me to put on a false front.”

Mrs. Cadence grabbed her arms and whirled the girl to face her. “That’s exactly what I expect. Just because you’re not happy at being here is no reason for you to treat this man and his sons with such disdain. And what do you mean by telling Joseph that you don’t like to ride when we both know that you love to?”

“Mother, I know what you’re doing. You’re trying to set me up with one of Ben Cartwright’s sons so I won’t marry Hazelton, but if the other one’s anything like his brothers, I’m not interested.”

Mrs. Cadence flushed and her eyes burned absolutely livid. “There is not one thing wrong with Joseph and Erik. They’re both fine young men.”

“I never said there was. They’re just not my type.”

“And what is your type? A fortune seeking adventurer who’s only after your money?”

“That’s not fair to Hazelton.”

“It’s not only quite fair but quite true. He’s only after as much money as he can get out of you, and when it’s gone he will be too. I and the rest of your family can see that, and you could too if you would just open your eyes and look. Just because you don’t like it doesn’t change it.” The edges of her temper softened. “You know how much I love you and your brothers and sisters. I’ve always had your best interest in mind, and I only want what’s best for all of you.”

“I know that, Mother, but I feel like I’m being manipulated. Don’t you trust my judgment?”

“Yes, dear, I always have, and you’re right that you’re being manipulated, but it isn’t by me or your family. This man knows how to use women and tell them what they want to hear, and I suppose he’s come up with a perfectly logical explanation for what you’ve been told about him. But you have to know that we wouldn’t lie to you.”

“I know that, too, but I think you’re all badly mistaken.”

Mrs. Cadence just looked at her with defeat. “One of these days you’ll find out that we’re right…, I only hope that it isn’t too late by the time you do.” She looked straight into the steadfast eyes. “Now would you do something for me and please try to enjoy yourself, even a little?”

“I really don’t think I can.” She took a deep breath. “But I guess I can try a little bit, even though I know my heart’ll never be in it.”

“That’s all I ask.” She kissed the girl’s cheek. “Now you’d better get your rest because I think you’re going to have your hands full fighting off the attentions of Joseph and Erik.”

“I think I can handle them.”

“I’m sure you can.” She gave her daughter’s face a pat and went out.

Ben had just come up the stairs as Mrs. Cadence left the room and closed the door behind her.

“Is she all right?” he asked softly as he stepped to her.

“Oh, she’s fine, just over tried, I think.”

“I hope it’s not anything we did.”

“No, no, it’s nothing like that it’s…” She shook her head and pushed back a graying dark strand.

“You’re letter only said you needed to get her away from some man named Greenwood but not exactly why. Do you want to tell me about it?” he asked as he placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder.

“I had thought to tell you but I hate burden you with my problems.”

“Burden me? After what you did for my sons?” His fingers squeezed. “I’m listening.”

“She’s gotten herself hooked up with a man who doesn’t deserve her. She’s even planning on marrying him, and I know it was his idea. You see, when my Hiram died he left us fairly well off financially, though not like the Bannings or the…” her lips spread into a grin, “Cartwrights, but we do have money, and we’re quite comfortable. My son-in-law Charles, Lucinda’s husband, had heard of him before and did some checking and what he found out made me cold inside.… He takes women for every cent he can get then abandons them, and there’s the possibility that he may have other wives out there that he’s done this to before. We haven’t been able to prove it but there have been innuendos to the possibility.” She put her hand to her mouth and stifled a moan. “And we just can’t seem to impress that on her, and I’m worried sick.”

“So that’s why you brought her out here? You hoped she might meet some nice young man who would take her mind from this user back home.”

“And it wasn’t easy. She fought me every step of the way. When the girl sets her mind to it she can make a rock look agreeable.”

“Sounds like Adam,” he said as he grinned. “All my sons can be stubborn when they set their mind to it, but I think that one got the lion’s share. I tell you what, in three days it’ll be Saturday so that’ll give me plenty of time to get the word out. Why don’t I give a party and invite people from around to meet you and Angelica and make sure I ask plenty of eligible young men?”

“Oh, Ben, that would be wonderful, but I can’t ask you to do that.”

“You’re not asking, I’m volunteering. And besides, we haven’t had a really good party since Adam’s birthday back in May, and I think we’re long overdue, after all, it has been two months.”

She brought the handkerchief from her sleeve and began wiping tears. “Luck smiled on me the day I met Joseph. If I hadn’t I would have missed out on knowing four of the finest men anyone could ever be privileged to know.”

“And I wouldn’t have met such a fine lady.” He took her hand and brought it over his arm. “Now why don’t we go back downstairs and have a nightcap before we turn in and talk.”

“I would like that very much.”

He gave her hand a pat and they started on down.

THREE

Angelica was standing on the front porch looking off as if trying to see all the way back to Bangor. As prisons went this one wasn’t so bad, though she looked forward to the day she would leave it and go back home to become Mrs. Hazleton Greenwood. She knew why her family didn’t like him but she felt they were wrong, well intentioned though they were, but it didn’t really matter since they weren’t the ones he wanted to marry.

“A beautiful morning, isn’t it?” Ben Cartwright said as he came to stand next to her.

“Yes, it is. It’s not at all like Maine. It’s so… wild. Back home in Bangor everything is tame and settled, but here you feel almost a part of nature.”

“You know, if you’d give yourself a chance I think you could be happy here.”

“Maybe, but I’ve lived all my life in the city, and I don’t think I would want to try to change now.”

“Why not? You’re still young; in fact, you’re younger than I was when I first came here, and it’s a lot more civilized now than it was then. There were no towns and very few people except for the Paiutes, Bannocks and Shoshone. And I grew up in a city too.”

“Boston. And you eventually became first mate on a sailing vessel and met your first wife and had your first child there. Oh, my mother told us all many things about Ben Cartwright and his sons when she got back, and the Bannings and Bantree and the Ponderosa. She said very little about the rest of her trip, saying it really wasn’t worthwhile until she let herself get to know the people.”

“Something you might let yourself do.”

Before she could answer, her mother joined them.

“Angelica, I’ve been looking all over the house for you.”

“We’ve been having a very nice talk, but I’ll let you two take it from here,” he said as his eyes darted to Mrs. Cadence. “I’m so very glad you decided to come, Miss Cadence, and I hope you have a pleasant stay with us. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to get a start on my work day. Things do tend to pile up if you don’t keep ahead of them.” Then he went back into the house.

“He’s a fine man,” Mrs. Cadence said as he went inside.

“He seems to be, but then you know him a lot better than I do.”

“Angelica, I hope you’ve given some more thought to what we talked about last night. I only want what’s best for you,” and she put her hand against her daughter’s cheek.

“I know, and you don’t think Hazelton is.”

“No, frankly, I don’t, but let’s not talk about him now. Let’s just take in this stunning country and enjoy the hospitality of this gracious family.” Then her demeanor changed and became brighter as she took both of her daughter’s hands. “And that brings me to something I want to tell you. Ben Cartwright has decided to give a party this Saturday night to introduce us to the people around here.”

“You mean to introduce me to all the unmarried young men.”

“All right, I will admit that that’s a part of it, but it’s also to give you a chance to see that things aren’t as uncivilized out here as I once thought and to welcome us properly. There’ll be dancing and people to get to know, so please,” she squeezed her daughter’s slim fingers, “try to have a wonderful time. I think you can if you’ll just let yourself.”

“I’ll do what I feel like doing, and I’m afraid that won’t be much. I was pulled away from the man I want to marry and pretty much against my will, and I don’t feel much like a party. I’m sorry, Mother, but I just don’t.” Then she pulled her hands free and went into the house.

Hopelessness struck against Verina Cadence like a lash that stung. All her life as a mother she had done everything she could to protect her children, and with everything she had been able to do she had still lost two. She thought of her blessed little Sophie so delicate and beautiful as a butterfly and her vibrant, energetic Jason with his zest for life and felt the tears rise. She bit her lower lip and her hands clenched into fists. She was not going to lose her Angelica to this man that she knew would eventually hurt her, not if it took the last breath in her body.

*******

When Joe rode into the yard that afternoon, he couldn’t miss Angelica sitting on the porch, her pretty head bent over a book she held open in her lap. She had been more than a little snippy the night before, but he and Hoss had later been told the reason for it and asked to help make her feel welcome. Handsome and energetic with charm that flowed like honey, Joe Cartwright had never had much trouble with women, and this breathtaking creature he felt needed a dose of his charisma to forget that man back in Maine.

Tethering Cochise to the front hitch rail he walked softly toward her, and she didn’t seem to be aware of him.

“What’re you reading?” he asked as he snatched the book from her hands. “Madame Bovary by Gustave Flaubert. Is it any good? What’s it about?”

“I really don’t think you would find it very interesting, there aren’t any gunfights in it,” she said with irritation as she yanked it away from him and returned to her reading.

“Oh, so you’ve read it before?”

“No, but it’s set in France, not the untamed west and it isn’t a pulp novel. Now if you don’t mind.”

He pulled up one of the other chairs and sat down next to her and peered over her shoulder. As he leaned closer he sniffed the fragrance of her hair.

This man was maddening, and she couldn’t see what her mother found so appealing about him. She got the impression that he was full of himself and thought he was the world’s greatest gift to women. She’d met ones such as him before, and she had little use for them. She tried turning her back on him, and her fingers knotted on the book. He was like one of those terrible smells that you couldn’t escape from that seemed to follow you wherever you went. Finally, she had had enough and she whirled on him.

Ben was watching the action through the study window and Mrs. Cadence – not tall enough to see out – was getting all the details from him. Suddenly, his face pinched, and he sucked in air through his teeth.

“What happened?” she asked as she watched him.

“She slapped him.”

Mrs. Cadence’s hands went to her mouth. “Why that little imp. Well, I’ll just talk to her about that.”

“No,” he said with a mild grin as he took her arm, “Joe was making a pest of himself, and pain, I’ve found out, can be a very good teacher.”

Just then the front door opened, and Joe came in holding his hat and still rubbing his cheek.

“Joseph, is anything wrong?” Ben asked as he put his hand over his budding grin.

“No, Pa,” Joe said as he put his hat on the bureau. “I just came home to get some provisions then I’ll be heading back out.”

They watched as he disappeared into the kitchen and tried to keep their laughter muffled.

*******

It was shortly before supper when Angelica came downstairs with her embroidery and sat on the settee. She enjoyed the craft; it relaxed and soothed away the day’s stress. One of her favorite parts of it was selecting the different shades of floss and seeing the designs come into color as her dexterous fingers brought the needle through the fabric.

Hoss stopped in the doorway from the kitchen munching on a doughnut that he had stolen behind Hop Sing’s back. There she sat, absorbed by what she was doing and totally unaware of him. He had to go along with his little brother that she was a most fetching woman. Popping the last bite into his mouth and wiping his hands on his britches he started toward her. Joe had had his turn and struck out so now it was up to Hoss.

Without a word at first he stood and watched her. “That’s mighty putry.”

“Thank you,” she said without looking at him or stopping.

“Whatcha makin’?”

“I’m embroidering some handkerchiefs for my little sister Fiona’s birthday,” she said aridly. “This is the last one in a set of twelve and then I put lace edgings on them.”

“You think I could learn somethin’ like that?” he asked as he sat on the low table across from her.

She looked dubiously at him then at his hands. “Not with those fingers. You’d break the needle. Now, if you wouldn’t mind I would like to do this alone.”

“I won’t say nary a word; I’ll just set here an’ watch.”

She could feel the slow burn nibbling at the roots of her hair. This one was as much of a nuisance as his younger brother, amd it gave her horrors at the thought of meeting the other one. The needle continued its steady rhythm through the linen and a pale yellow flower began taking shape.

“It’s just amazin’ how you do that. Some of the things women folk can do are…”

“Look, don’t you have something that you need to do, like go bother someone else? I would really like to be left in peace. If it isn’t too much to ask.”

“No, ma’am,” he said as he stood. “What I really wanted was to ask you if’n you like to go out to the barn?”

“What on Earth for?”

“We got a mama dog who has a litter of the cutest pups’ an’ I…”

“I have seen puppies before; I mean we do have them in Maine.”

“Yes, ma’am, I guess you do, but I…”

She went back at her work, and Hoss found himself utterly ignored. He tried speaking to her again but she had completely blocked him out. Riffling his fingers in his thinning, baby fine brown hair he turned and went outside.

A pair of obsidian eyes twinkled with mischief from the doorway into the kitchen. The little cook had happened onto the exchange in the process of setting the table. He liked this girl, she had spirit and fire, and he liked the way she held her own. Joe and Hoss had both failed with her, and now it was left to the first-born. With a sly, inscrutable grin he turned and went back into his realm.

FOUR

Joe and Hoss were in the latter’s room where he was making the final preparations for the night’s festivities. Joe was sitting on the side of the bed as his brother stood in front of the standing mirror combing his hair.

“She’s a beautiful girl, Hoss, but she’s just like Frenchman’s Creek in December, and I’m afraid that if I touch her my fingers’ll get frostbite.”

“From what I hear they already have, or were it your face?” Hoss said with a smirk as he reached out and touched his brother’s cheek.

“Ho, ho, ho, very funny. Well, I’m not the only one who didn’t get very far with her.”

“At least she didn’t hit me. You know, I kinda dread it for Adam.”

“Not me. It’ll be good for his ego.” Joe pushed himself up and off the bed. “Now we’d better get downstairs, the guests should start arriving soon.”

Hoss agreed and laid the brush on the dresser then went out with Joe.

*******

The parlor of the big rustic house pulsated with life and music. Every lamp in the room and extra ones that had been brought in for the occasion were lit and couples circled over the floor where the furniture had been to the lively tune the musicians were playing. Cups were constantly being filled from the large crystal punch bowl and laughter and light conversation were the order of the evening. Everyone seemed to be having a superb time with one big exception.

Mrs. Cadence stood near Ben’s sturdy mahogany desk – her hands wrapped around her cup – watching her daughter. Ben made his way around the throng and came to stand next to her.

“Just look at her, Ben. She just sits there and won’t even dance. How many young men does that make now that have asked her?” Eight?”

“I’ve counted nine.”

“I talked her into buying that beautiful dress and helped her fix her hair, and she just sits there like a wallflower. And look at her face; did you ever see such boredom?”

“Well, the evening is young yet. Maybe once she gets into it she’ll feel more comfortable.”

“Maybe, but I sincerely doubt it. I know her too well. When she sets her mind to something…” She heaved a deep, lamenting sigh. “I don’t know why I even try.”

He put his arm around her shoulders. “Because you’re a mother and you want the best for your child.” Then he took the cup from her and sat it on the desk. “Now, just because Angelica doesn’t want to dance doesn’t mean her mother can’t.” He held his hands out to her.

“I would be delighted.”

She took his hands and they whirled away to join the others.

Angelica couldn’t remember when she had felt so dismal. Here she was in the middle of all this gaiety when she longed to be back with Hazleton. To simply say that she was bored to tears would be an understatement. She hadn’t wanted to come in the first place, but her mother had been relentless so here she was. Hazelton had talked of elopement, even though they weren’t formally engaged yet and marriage so far had only been talk, but she had wanted her family present for the happiest day of her life so that had been discarded. Now she found herself wishing she had gone ahead and done it before her mother had been able to interfere.

As she sat there looking ahead but not at anything really, Hop Sing came out and made his way to the stairs. She watched him as he went up then after several minutes came back down with a pair of black trousers, a pure white shirt and a black dress coat and string tie and went back into the kitchen with them. Several more minutes passed, and he returned and seemed to be looking for someone. Her curiosity now thoroughly aroused she watched as he went to Ben Cartwright and began telling him something. This was the most interest she had shown since her arrival and she couldn’t let it pass. Gathering her skirt and petticoats and crinoline and making sure no one noticed her, she made her way discreetly around the dancers and went toward the kitchen. As soon as she entered she gasped involuntarily and stopped in her tracks. Before her was a tall, dark man facing away from her. He had on no shirt exposing his broad back and was in the process of putting on the white one. His heavy hair was the color of the blackest night sky and something about him caused a chill to skim over the surface of her skin. She was mesmerized and almost let time get away when she realized she had better leave before someone caught her. Slipping back out, she returned to her perch in the blue chair and riveted her eyes onto the doorway.

“Would you like to dance, Miss?” the young man asked.

Disgruntled by the intrusion, she leaned to one side so that she could see past him. “No thank you…” she said distractedly, “I’m not in the mood.”

Mrs. Cadence had taken up her position by the desk again and was watching her daughter. She was so irked with Angelica that she once again entertained the thought of giving her a good tanning regardless of age or size. If this was her idea of enjoying herself then she would hate to see it if she wasn’t.

Left alone again, Angelica’s anticipation built to crescendo and the palms of her hands had grown damp. Then he came out, and she felt her breath catch. Dark-eyed, long-limbed and incredibly handsome, he was all the man any woman could ever hope for. He was greeted by Ben Cartwright with a hearty handshake and he smiled and the captivation was complete.

“Angelica, dear, what’s wrong?” Then someone touched her arm. “Angelica.”

She finally looked around at her mother.

“Angelica, what is it?”

“Do… Do you know who that is?” she asked as she pointed ahead with a trembling finger.

Mrs. Cadence looked and stifled a smile. “Ben Cartwright’s oldest son.”

Angelica’s eyes went perfectly wide as she looked back at him. “That’s Adam? I knew he was handsome from the way you described him…, but I had no idea…, and you said nothing of a mustache.”

“Because he didn’t have one when last I was here.”

Suddenly, Angelica’s fingers clutched the pale pink tulle flounces of her skirt. “Oh, Mother, he’s coming this way. What do I say?”

“You’re a woman, dear,” Mrs. Cadence said as a devious spark lit her gray eyes, “and you’ll know.”

“Mrs. Cadence,” Adam Cartwright said as he took her hands and kissed her on the cheek, “I’m so glad you came. I’m only sorry I wasn’t here to greet you when you arrived, but there was business in Sacramento that had to be taken care of, and I know Pa welcomed you properly.”

“I understand, but you’re here now and that’s all that matters.”

Then the dark hazel eyes drifted to Angelica, and she felt her skin flush.

“And I would like to introduce you to Miss Angelica Cadence. Miss Cadence, my son, Adam.”

“Bon soir, mademoiselle,” he said as he gallantly took her hand and kissed the back of it.

“Bon soir,” she said a bit surprised. “You speak French?”

“My mother taught me.”

“Your mother? But I thought…”

“My step-mother. She was from New Orleans. Now, would you care to dance, Miss Cadence?” he said as he held a hand out to her.

Mrs. Cadence’s anxious eyes shot immediately to Ben, who returned the look.

“I would be love to, Mr. Cartwright.”

“If you’ll excuse us,” Adam said with a polite nod then took the enchanting young woman in his arms and they glided off.

“Will wonders never cease,” Mrs. Cadence said as she slowly shook her head.

Joe and Hoss were standing at the table where the punch bowl was and Hoss was making a stab at some of the libation as they watched their brother.

“How does he do it?” Joe said as he crossed his arms over his chest. “Nearly every man here has gotten the mitten, you got the cold shoulder, and I got…” his face fell and he began rubbing his cheek, “slapped, and he’s been here for only a few minutes, and he gets the girl.”

“You’re right. It is good for his ego.”

Joe shot him a dirty look. “Don’t start. I know I’m gonna havta put up with him for the rest of their stay, so I don’t need it from you too.”

Hoss took a lackluster sip and dolefully watched as his older brother danced with the entrancing girl in his arms.

Adam and Angelica had separated for the first time since she had met him. She was standing near the staircase having a fine chat with two of the ladies when the soft strains of a guitar rose up behind her and the room quieted as she turned. Excusing herself she moved closer to the fireplace where Adam sat on the hearth, his raven head bowed over the instrument and his finely sculpted mouth drawn into a pucker of intense concentration. The melody was slow and almost seemed laced with tears, and she found herself drawn inexorably into it. Angelica’s breathing quickened as she watched him as his deft fingers slid over the frets with gentle ease. As she stood there a man sat next to him with his own guitar and joined him then, after quite a few seconds, the mandolin added its own unique sound. Then the two violins came in along with the huge bass fiddle. Her head tilted to the left – her eyes never leaving this dark Cartwright – and her hand began rubbing the side of her neck.

Mrs. Cadence had seen the gesture before, and she knew that her daughter, though never actually aware of it herself, only did it in the presence of something very special. She had never caught it when that Greenwood man was around or even mentioned but she was certainly seeing it now, and it made her eyes sting.

Abruptly, all the musicians stopped and left Adam to finish alone. Once the last chord rose into the air to become nothing more than a memory the room filled with applause and the players bowed courteously then Adam placed his guitar against the fireplace, shook the hands of his fellow performers and came over to her.

“Did you like it?”

“That was the saddest thing I think I’ve ever heard. What was it?”

“An old Irish folk tune. I learned it from one of the miners in town. But you still haven’t told me if you liked it.”

“I loved it. You play beautifully, and your fingers floated over the strings like clouds.”

“Well, that’s one way of putting it,” he said as he pushed back the characteristic black wisp that had fallen over his forehead. The music started again, and he glanced around. “What would you like to do now?”

“I want to dance and dance and dance and dance until my feet hurt.”

“Then dance it’ll be.”

Again he took her in his grasp and his roguish smile seemed to cascade over her like the sweetest waterfall. The feel of him holding her gave a sensation like none she had ever known, and she found herself dreading when he released her. But for now she was in his arms whirling across the floor to the waltz the musicians were playing and thoughts of Bangor and Hazelton Greenwood were furthest from her mind.

*******

Humming the haunting piece that Adam had played, Angelica floated into her room like an effervescent bubble. Dreamily, she went to the dresser and lit the lamp, her mind beyond the confines of the walls, ceiling and floor.

The door opened a crack and Mrs. Cadence stuck her head inside. “It is all right if I come in?”

“Oh, please do, Mother.”

Pushing the door together behind her, Mrs. Cadence went to her. “So, do I need to ask if you enjoyed yourself?”

“I don’t think I have ever had such a grand time in my life. You were right about my giving myself a chance to get to know the people.”

“And what do you think of Adam?” The lamplight glittered in her vigilant eyes as she watched Angelica’s expression grow even more enchanted.

She took a deep breath and wrapped her arms about herself. “In my wildest dreams I never thought it possible that such a man existed. He’s witty and intelligent and accomplished and exciting,” her eyes shot around to her mother’s face, “not to mention devastatingly handsome. Every second I spent with him was pure joy and the touch of his fingers was like something I can’t explain.”

Mrs. Cadence took her daughter’s face in her hands and looked deep into the blissful eyes. “Then you did have a good time.”

“Yes, Mother, I had the most wonderful time imaginable, and I’m sorry that I’ve been such a terrible boor. Right tomorrow I’m going to apologize to the Cartwrights and thank Mr. Cartwright for having the party for us.”

“I’m glad, now you’d better get to bed. I think someone may want to take you riding tomorrow, if I know my Cartwright sons. That is, if you can get past the fact that you don’t enjoy it.”

For a second, Angelica seemed not to understand what she was talking about, then her mouth spread into a warm smile, and she threw her arms around her mother and hugged her tightly. “Oh, Mother, I’m so terribly glad you talked me into coming. This’ll be the experience of a lifetime I’ll have to look back on in my married life.”

Mrs. Cadence felt as if her heart had just fallen into her shoes. She had hoped that all that had happened had knocked Hazelton Greenwood from her daughter’s head but now she wasn’t so sure. “Yes, dear,” she said tepidly. “Now you’d better get into your night clothes and turn in.”

“All right, Mother.”

Mrs. Cadence went to the door then looked back at Angelica, who was undoing the back of her dress. The way the girl had been talking about Adam she had thought that this man back in Bangor and been replaced, but now she had doubts and it distressed her desperately. With a heavy sigh, her hand tightened on the doorknob then she brushed from the room.

FIVE

Angelica was sitting on the settee with a book open in front of her when Adam came briskly down the stairs. He stopped on the landing and watched her as she turned the page seemingly oblivious to him.

After returning home from church his father and brothers, along with Mrs. Cadence, had gone visiting. After the long ride from the previous day and then the party he was still fairly tired and had decided not to go with them. He had been upstairs when they left, and he had thought Angelica had gone too. Now he was finding out that she hadn’t, making things a little tricky. His father had told him why her mother had brought her along, and he didn’t want to do anything to make her feel compromised. And of course, there was his own attraction to this striking young lady that he needed to hold back as well.

With a light step he finished his descent and went to stand behind the blue chair, keeping the piece of furniture between them. “Is that the infamous Madam Bovary?”

“What do you mean by that?” she said as her head came up.

“The one that got my little brother’s face slapped.”

“Oh, that,” she said as a blush rose into her cheeks. “I’m afraid I wasn’t very nice when I first got here. I’ve already apologized for that and some of the terrible things I said, not to mention my abhorrent behavior.” She closed the book and laid it down next to her.

“I didn’t mean to interrupt.”

“Oh, that’s all right. I can read any time. Why don’t you sit down and keep me company?”

“Won’t being alone with another man be a little awkward, what with you being practically engaged?”

“Oh, we’re not alone.”

At that very second – as if summoned – Hop Sing appeared with a tray. On it was a tea service and a plate with crisp wafers. He placed it on the low table between them then began to pour. “Missy like plenty of honey and lemon.” Then he fixed it to her liking and handed it to her. “And Mista Adam always like with honey and cleam.” He prepared another cup and gave to him.

They thanked him and the little man scuttled back into the kitchen.

“He’s a rare jewel, that one,” she said and took a sip. “And I’m sure he’s indispensable in the running of the household, just like our Maggie.”

“Well, now I know I’d better be on my best behavior or I could find myself on the business end of a broom.” He took a sip and smiled at her over the rim of the cup. “It’s like having two fathers, but since we were children we’ve always been able to get away with a little more with Hop Sing. He spoiled us rotten, especially after Marie died.”

“Marie. That was Joe’s mother, right?”

“That’s right, and Hop Sing helped all of us through it.”

“How did he come to work for you?”

“Pa had gone to San Francisco on business, and he took me along. I was fourteen, but Hoss was eight and Joe was only two so they stayed home with mother. We were going to catch the coach home when we were stopped by a friend of Pa’s and while they were talking my childish curiosity and insensate boredom got the better of me. I didn’t notice that I had wandered into the street or the runaway team pulling a freight wagon straight at me.”

She gasped and her fingers tightened on the cup handle. “What did you do?”

“I found myself shoved out of the way and spitting dirt.” He took another sip as if to wash the memory of the taste from his mouth. “The next thing I know Pa’s there and for the first time I noticed the man who had just saved my life. From then on he had a job, and he came back with us. He’s more a member of the family than a servant. Now it’s your turn. Who’s Maggie?”

“Maggie O’Hara. She’s been in our employ for twenty years, and she’s a bit of a spoiler herself. Her mother worked for my grandparents, and we were in need of a maid and housekeeper. I’ll never forget how the poor dear took it when father died. She told me it was like losing her own dear father.”

Suddenly, the front door burst open and their tranquil tête-à-tête was at an end. Joe slapped dust from his hat and shirt and turned his smiling attention on his brother and Angelica.

“You weren’t gone long,” Adam said with obvious annoyance. “Where’s the rest of the family?”

“They went on. Cooch threw a shoe, and I didn’t want to ride him much without it,” Joe blustered as he came into the room, “so I just came on back home. You two look like you’re having a pleasant enough time.”

“We were,” Adam said beneath a whisper and hid it behind the cup as he took a sip.

“Why don’t you join us?” Angelica said as her eyes darted to Adam.

“I’m not a real big tea drinker. Coffee’s more my style. But since I’m here, how about when you’re finished we go for a nice Sunday ride?”

“I thought Cooch threw a shoe,” Adam said as the telltale eyebrow rose.

”Oh, he did, but I can get another horse. How about it, Miss Cadence?”

Adam turned to Angelica. “Would you like to?”

“I would love to. I’d very much like to see some more of your wonderful ranch. And being with two such charming men will only add to the pleasure.”

“Well, now, I thought it’d be just you and me,” Joe said, a bit crestfallen. “I’m sure Adam’s still tired from that long ride yesterday and then all the partying last night. Aren’t you, Adam?”

“No, actually, I feel all rested and ready to go.”

Joe’s face completed its plummet to the floor.

“All right, as soon as Miss Cadence finishes and gets into her riding habit, we’ll be off. Joe, would you be a friend and go saddle up Sport and a couple more horses?” Adam couldn’t miss his brother’s forlorn expression, and he had to fight back his amusement.

After Joe drug himself back out, Adam stood and put his cup and saucer back on the tray. “If I know my little brother, he’ll get through his chore as quickly as possible and be back champing at the bit.”

“Then I guess I’d better get ready,” she said as she placed the remains of her tea next to his.

As she came around the table her shoulder brushed against him, and the mere touch sent a sharp sigh through her. She looked around into those dark hazel eyes and the piercing way he looked at her made her heart beat faster. With a gulp, she turned and hastened up the stairs.

Adam stared at the top landing after her and felt that the room had grown warmer. He ran his fingers back through his heavy black hair and felt the beads of perspiration that had formed along his hairline. Unconsciously, he began rubbing his arm where she had touched him, and his eyes stayed riveted to where she had vanished like a sprite down the hall.

*******

The morning had turned into a grand and glorious July afternoon. The sun had long started down the other side of the robin’s egg sky when the three horses were reined in at the edge of the steep bluff. A little bay mare was flanked on either side by a big red dun and a sleek, leggy chestnut.

“Oh, my goodness,” Angelica gushed as she sat atop the small horse in one of the sidesaddles that were kept for just such occasions. “This is the most magnificent sight I think I’ve ever seen.”

Before her – for nearly as far as the eye could see – stretched crystal blue water that seemed to vanish into the mountains that curved around it like huge guardians. Immense pines stood in growths so thick that it was impossible to see anything else, and the air was clean and crisp with their scent and the sharp tang of summer.

“That’s Lake Tahoe,” Adam said as he leaned forward, resting his hands on the saddle’s horn.

“I didn’t know water could be so blue.” She inhaled deeply and glanced at him. “Do you think it would be all right if I got down and relived myself of some of this stiffness?”

“I think that’s a very good idea,” Adam said and started to dismount.

Joe vaulted from his horse and rushed to help her only to find himself nudged out of the way by his big brother.

Putting his hands on her waist, Adam lifted her down, and she was light as gossamer. Their eyes met, and he tried not to grin as she quickly turned away from him.

The hems of her dark brown riding skirt brushed over the top of the tall grass as she moved closer to the edge, her crop clutched in her right hand. “There’s nothing like this in Bangor. To be realistic, I didn’t know there was anything like this in the country or the whole world. I’ve seen paintings and lithographs in books of many places, but they don’t even come close to this.” She shook her head as her eyes roved over the scene before her, taking in its splendor. “It’s simply too breathtaking for words.”

“And you ought to see it by moonlight,” Joe said as he stepped next to her. “The way the light plays over its surface is like magic. Maybe somebody could show it to you.”

She looked around at him and couldn’t miss the ardor growing in those incredible emerald eyes, which she hadn’t really noticed before. With a light cough she broke away from him and went around in front of the horses.

“What’s over this way?” she asked as she walked briskly toward a stand of the huge evergreens, gesturing with the crop. “Is it anything like this?”

With a quick look at each other, they started off after her just as she entered the heavy stand.

“It’s like a whole other realm in here,” she said spiritedly as her eyes darted about the shadowy, sun-dappled domain. “Did you ever play back in here?” She took a deep breath. “It smells divine.”

“Don’t you think we should start back?” Joe said as he tried getting in front of her.

“Why? I haven’t even seen what’s on the other side yet,” and she flitted around him. “Maybe it’s a family secret you don’t want me to know about.”

“No, it’s nothing like that but…”

Before Adam could finish she cleared the trees and went deathly still as the brothers came to stand on either side of her.

“Is this a grave?” she asked as she looked first at Joe then Adam. “Why didn’t you want me to see it?”

“It’s isn’t a grave now,” Adam said as his eyes went to the yellowish-green, rectangular shaped, slightly raised mound. “But it once was.”

She watched him as he stepped toward it.

“This is where the man we thought was Adam was buried,” Joe said in a low voice, “until Pa had us dig ‘im up and take him off the Ponderosa.”

Angelica’s gaze stayed right on this man all dressed in black as he stooped at the edge of the once-grave. She had heard about what had happened to him from her mother and what it had been like for him when he had returned home. She had been told of the time in the barn during the fierce storm, of the nightmare and the episode with the headstone. She could only imagine what it had been like for him and what it was still like to live everyday with something like that in your past. As she stood there and watched him run his hand across the soft grass covering what had once been a final repose, she knew then there was something that needed to be done. And though she dreaded it, she knew she had to do it.

SIX

Since returning home and through supper Angelica had been careful not to broach the subject of the grave and she had caught the same intention in the emerald eyes across from her. Adam had seemed cheerful enough, but she had sensed a kind of sadness about him that hadn’t been there before. If the others caught it as well they didn’t say anything and things went along as if nothing were out of sorts.

As soon as the meal was over Adam retreated to the front porch and no one interfered, they simply went about their own concerns. Her mother was engaged in conversation with Mr. Cartwright while Joe and Hoss got themselves into a rather subdued game of checkers.

Angelica rose lithely from the blue chair and went outside. It was dark and the front lamp cast a circle of orangey light that extended only so far.

“Did you get too hot too?” asked a rich baritone from the dark, and her head snapped around. He was sitting in one of the chairs back in the blackened corner of the porch, and she hadn’t seen him.

“It is a little warm,” she said as she fanned herself with her hand. “But it’s so much nicer out here.”

“Would you like to join me?”

“Yes, I would.” She came up the side steps, and he helped her to get seated then retook his own. “Nights here are so calm and so peaceful,” she said wistfully as she looked out across the yard. “Back home it always seems to be such a bustle, even after the sun goes down.”

“Well, if you went into Virginia City it’d be the same thing only probably a bit more raucous.”

For almost a minute neither said anything and only the crickets seemed to have anything to say.

“Adam?” she asked without looking around.

“Yes.”

“Can I ask a favor of you?” she said as her eyes finally turned to him.

“All right, and I’ll grant it if I can.”

“I know we aren’t that well acquainted so if you don’t want to I’ll understand.”

“Well, I won’t know until you ask.”

She began twisting the tails of the red satin bow that adorned the front of her dress. “I want… I want to know what happened when that man attacked you out on that road and left you to die. I’ve heard about it from Mother, but now I want to hear it from you.”

“Why?”

“Because I want to know what it was like for you and no one can tell me that but you. And because I want to get to know you better and that is so much a part of you.”

“Are you sure? It isn’t pretty.”

She swallowed a breath, and her fingers locked together. “I’m sure.”

He got up and moved into one if the chairs closer to her. “I was on my way home after a business transaction in Bantree. I’d been away for over a week and was eager to get back home and see my family again…. When I came upon him at the fork he seemed reasonable and pleasant enough and told me his horse had broken its leg, and he’d had to shoot it. I told him it wasn’t far into town and the next thing I knew he’d drawn down on me. He made me get off my horse, then he robbed me of my gun, my wallet and my watch… and then he robbed me of so much more…. Are you sure you want me to go on?”

“Yes.”

“One of the first things he did was hit me in the face. I felt my teeth cut into the inside of my mouth. I could taste the blood, and when I brought my hand up my fingers came away bloody. Then the real beating and the taunts started.”

As she sat there and listened she wanted to close her ears to it, wanted to run away and hide from it, but her hearing seemed to become more acute, and her legs had turned to stone, and she couldn’t. Each grim detail added another tear to her heart and another grain of anger at a man she never would know. For what Adam Cartwright had endured at the hands of a monstrous being that couldn’t even be called human went beyond mere brutality, beyond mere atrocity, to be truthful, no word or phrase had ever been coined that could even begin to describe what had been done to him.

The game was still going on and Ben and Mrs. Cadence were having coffee when Angelica came back in and – without even bothering to close the door – started with purpose toward the stairs. Her mother spoke her name but Angelica seemed not to hear and kept right on going. Adam stepped inside and all eyes went to him, but he was watching where the young woman had gone. Excusing herself, Mrs. Cadence sat her coffee on the low table and went after her daughter.

Angelica was sitting on the side of the bed crying so hard that she didn’t hear the knock and didn’t even know her mother was there until she sat down next to the girl.

“Angelica, dear, what on Earth is the matter,” she said as she pushed the soft waves back from her daughter’s face. “I haven’t seen you cry like this in a long time…. Did Adam do something to you?”

She finally looked around at her mother and her eyes were red-rimmed and wracked with the keenest pain. She had to fight to control her sobbing long enough to speak. “He told me what that man did to him last year.”

Mrs. Cadence’s mouth went agape. “Why in the world would he tell you that?”

“Because I asked him to. I wanted to know what it was like for him.”

“Why would you want to know a thing like that?”

“I want to know him, and therefore I have to know that…. Oh, Mother, how could there be such a creature that would do such a thing? Beaten and whipped and stripped of his clothing and left to die like an animal…. If that man hadn’t found him and taken him home with him I… I don’t like to think about what would’ve happened.” Suddenly, she threw her arms around her mother and her sobbing renewed itself.

“It’s all right, dear,” she said as she patted Angelica on the back. “It’s over now and that terrible man is dead, and he can never hurt Adam again.”

Angelica pulled back and looked into her face. “Don’t you understand, he hurts him every day and will for as long as Adam lives? And what about his family and even Hop Sing? A man like that, if you can even bring yourself to call him that, hurts everyone whose life he touches.” She rested her head on her mother’s shoulder and felt some of the hurt ease. “I admit that I don’t know him all that well, but from what you’ve told me and what I’ve seen, he’s a good man…, and when I think of him lying out there bleeding to death for no other reason than some beast wanted it I… I get so mad I could… I think I could actually kill.”

Mrs. Cadence felt her daughter’s arms tighten around her and could feel her shudder and knew she was weeping again. “It’s all right to cry for him.” She began stroking the silky dark brown hair. “Goodness knows I have.”

*******

It had been two days since Adam’s revelation, and he had been aware of Angelica Cadence watching him from secret little niches behind doors, through windows, around trees or anything that could afford seclusion. She never once had brought up what he had told her, and he had noticed that she seemed to go out of her way to steer away from it. He didn’t know if it made her uncomfortable around him or if she felt sorry for him, but he didn’t care which one it was for it wasn’t the only thing he had noticed. He was becoming increasingly attracted to her. From that first night there had been something about her that made his blood race in his veins. Certainly she was a beauty and intelligent with it but it was more than that; there was something alluring about her that made him warm all over. He had known many women in his life thus far. Granted, he had cared deeply for Ruth and Regina, but he couldn’t ever remember feeling this way. Not even Laura Dayton had brought this out in him.

He was sitting on a stool in front of the barn working on a harness that was desperately in need of repair when a puppy wandered out and sat down at his feet. As his fingers worked adeptly he became aware of the little fella just sitting there watching him. His eyes darted to it but the work continued. “And what is it you want?” The pup cocked its small head as if trying to understand what he was saying to it. “Are you here to inspect my work and make sure I’m getting it right?” But the animal just continued to watch him and tilted its head to the other side.

Without saying anything else he laid the harness aside and picked up the petite copy of its mother and began rubbing its patchy russet-and-white-and-black coat. Its tiny ears flipped and flopped as he scratched behind them and its soft brown eyes closed.

“Does that feel good? Well, I don’t think it’ll hurt anything if I keep it for a few minutes more.” His eyes slowly drifted up to the house, and he wondered if she was watching him now, and he found himself hoping she was.

Angelica stood peering out the study window, partially hidden by the short red curtains, her hands gathered in front of her.

“Are you watching him again? Angelica, ever since he told you about what happened to him, you watch him like a hawk, and usually when you think he isn’t looking. I’m sure he’s noticed, though he hasn’t said anything about it…. Angelica.”

At the touch on her arm Angelica looked at her mother.

“He’s the same man he was when you first met him, so why?”

“I don’t really know…. Maybe I’m waiting to see any part of what that man did to him, and maybe it’s just a way of getting to know him better, I can’t really say.” She looked back out the window. “But have you ever watched him move? So much like a cat, graceful and fluid, and dancing with him is like dancing with a breeze…. And did you ever hear anyone play a guitar so exquisitely? It’s like the sound of an angel’s lyre.” She ran her hands along her arms as if trying to chase off a chill. “And for such a large, strapping man his touch is so gentle.”

Mrs. Cadence knew what was happening to her daughter even if the girl didn’t, and it made her happy. But she couldn’t help wonder if this man back in Bangor had too strong an influence over her to let it blossom and grow.

“Weren’t you going to write to Hazelton today?”

“What?” Angelica said without pulling her eyes away from the object she watched so intently.

“Hazelton? You said you needed to write to him, and you said you probably would today.”

“Oh, it can wait…. A few more days won’t hurt and it’s not like he’s going anywhere.”

“All right, dear, whatever you decide,” she said and gave her daughter a pat on the wrist then started off, and the look she wore was just like the cat that had gotten into the canary’s cage.

Adam was still holding the pup when his brothers rode in and reined up in front of him.

“Now what’d I tell ya, settin’ down on the job,” Hoss said with a curt gesture to his older brother.

“And just what have you two been at?” Adam said as he directed a cool hazel stare at them as he continued scratching the pup.

“Herding those horses out in the south forty, you know that,” Joe said as if offended.

“And what do you do when you herd?” Adam asked with a self-satisfied sneer.

Joe’s face went sour and Hoss’ bunched.

“You sit in the saddle,” Joe said snidely.

“You sit down on the job,” Adam said evenly as he turned his attention back to the little animal. “I rest my case.”

Hoss and Joe looked at each other then dismounted and led their horses into the barn.

“I swan, Joe,” Hoss said as he began undoing his cinch, “for the past two days he ain’t said enough words to fill my hand, and been moonin’ around like a lovesick calf.”

“Exactly,” Joe said as he brought his saddle from Cochise’s back.

Hoss’ eyes shot to the open doorway. “You don’t think?”

“Could be.”

“Well, I swan.”

SEVEN

Mrs. Cadence and Angelica stood on the porch as Ben exchanged some last minute words with Adam before he rode out.

“I wish you didn’t have to go all the way back to Sacramento, son,” Ben said as he stroked Sport’s satiny neck. “You haven’t even been home a week. I thought you had that deal all ironed out to our liking.”

“I did, but Chapman Roberts decided on a different location and says it’ll take more lumber this way, though I doubt it,” Adam said as he swung the saddle bags over the big chestnut’s back. “I think I can straighten this thing out better in person than trying to do it with telegrams. Our man there is good at his job and trustworthy to the extreme, but I know a bit more about engineering than he does. Hopefully, it won’t take too long and I can get right back.”

Tugging the reins loose from the hitch rail, he slipped his foot into the stirrup and swung into the saddle. For several seconds his eyes connected with those captivating violet ones and his heart thudded in his chest. He didn’t want to go, not now, but this deal could mean a lot to the family, and he couldn’t let his father down.

“I still wish you’d let somebody go with you.”

“Still fussing over me, Pa?”

“You know I always will. Now you take care of yourself.”

“Just like I did last time I went. I’ll let you know when I get there and when I’m on my way back just like before.” Then he turned his attention to the ladies. “I’m sorry I have to leave so soon after getting back. We haven’t had much chance to visit.”

“We understand,” Mrs. Cadence said as she stepped forward, “but you do like your father says and take care.”

“I will.” Then he tipped his hat to the women, wheeled his horse and rode out.

No one said anything until the sound of hoof beats died away.

“Well, I suppose we might as well go back into the house,” Ben said. “Maybe we can talk Hop Sing into making some lemonade.”

“I think that’s a fine idea. Come on, dear.”

“I think I’d like to stay out here a little while longer, if that’s all right.”

Mrs. Cadence agreed, and she and Ben went inside. Angelica thought about sitting on the porch but felt too restive to sit in one place so she went out into the yard but stopped. She didn’t really know where she wanted to go. The barn held no appeal and the tool shed held even less, and she certainly didn’t want to go into the bunkhouse. She looked around her and just picked a direction and started walking. In a few minutes she found herself behind the house, and she couldn’t believe the view.

The mountains rose up and kissed the deep blue sky like aged and craggy suitors, their snowcapped peaks tinted gold by the morning sun. Their base was fringed by the dark green of thick stands of pines that looked almost like delicate crochet work and their scent carried on the fragrant breezes that blew in.

Yet, right at this moment, all this beauty was lost on her. Her mind wasn’t on it; it rode along with Adam as he headed for California. She wondered at the sights he was seeing and if his mind was back here, maybe even with her, though she had no reason to believe that he had any feelings for her, and she had to admit that she wasn’t sure about her own. He had been nothing but a perfect gentleman toward her, and she had gotten more of a rise out of his brothers than she had him. Since the night of their first meeting she had known there was something special about this man. And when he had told her about what had befallen him at the hands of that merciless animal it had touched her in a way she hadn’t expected. She had been told about him and about his close brush with death and his readjustment to his home, but that hadn’t been the same.

She wandered on through the high grass and didn’t notice that she was drawing farther and farther away from the house.

Then she stopped dead as if fastened to the ground. For a reason she couldn’t fathom and for the first time since seeing Adam, she gave complete thought to Hazleton all the way back in Bangor and it somehow felt different. The desire to marry this man seemed to have gone cold and the idea of returning home wasn’t as pressing and urgent as it had been. To be precise, the thought of never returning to Maine didn’t frighten or disturb her in any way.

Collecting herself, she started to take a step but someone grasped her arm, and she found herself looking into the fretful coffee eyes of Ben Cartwright, and he held a rifle.

“You really shouldn’t be this far from the house by yourself, Miss Cadence.”

She looked past him and saw that she was probably more than twenty-five or thirty yards from the back of the big log house.

“Just last week a cougar killed a deer not far from where we are right now,” he went on, “and I would hate for it to happen to you. They don’t usually come so close to the house, but hunger can make an animal do just about anything, even the two-legged kind.”

“I’m sorry,” she said as they started back. “I didn’t mean to cause you any trouble.”

“It’s no trouble. I just would hate to see you hurt.”

“I promise I’ll be careful from now on.”

“That’s all I ask. I wouldn’t want anything to spoil you and your mother’s stay with us.”

As they walked back she burned with questions that she wanted to ask about Adam but decided against it. She didn’t want to seem brazen and bold so they simply talked about the country.

*******

That night Angelica found sleep impossible. Usually a sound sleeper who didn’t let the worries of the day intrude upon slumber and who rarely had trouble nodding off, this time was different, Her eyelids ached from lack of that precious commodity, but try as it might it just wouldn’t come. She couldn’t remember ever being so restless. She lit the lamp and tried reading, but tonight Madame Bovary wasn’t helping. Laying it on the bed table she went to the window and – throwing open the heavy ruby hued draperies – looked out into the night. It was dark as the inside of a deep cave, and she was thankful for the warmth and security her room provided. But that was part of what tortured her, for she knew that Adam was probably sleeping on the cold, hard ground. She imagined myriad of malevolent eyes watching him as he slept and it only agitated her further.

With a jerk, she closed the drapes and flopped down in the big wing chair. Why was she behaving like an adolescent school girl? She had never felt this way about anyone before, not even Hazleton, and it augmented her fear that he had no feelings for her. But if she was so determined to marry someone else, why did she care? Why should it bother her if this man cared little or nothing for her?

With a moan she got up and put out the lamp then dropped into bed, letting her head sink into the plump feather pillow. But fixing her eyes on the ceiling did nothing to help for against this blank slate one face stood before her and it didn’t have soft wavy cinnamon brown hair and iris purple eyes. The black of his hair blended into the black of the room and the dark hazel eyes probed deep into her and awakened the woman she never new existed. With a sharp groan she grabbed the other pillow and put over her face in an effort to block it out but it only made matters worse. Why wouldn’t this man leave her alone?

With a frustrated cry, she threw the pillow across to the other side of the room and turned onto her side away from the window. “I give up,” she muttered and drew into the fetal position in an effort to attain some sort of peace.

*******

Angelica didn’t know what time she had finally drifted off, she simply knew she had. Now yellow light was seeping in around the draperies as she fought back the remnants of sleep. With a languid yawn, she stretched her arms out to the sides and blinked wide-eyed. There was a soft rapping then the door opened and her mother came in with a fully loaded breakfast tray.

“Good morning,” she said brightly as she bustled in and sat everything on the edge of the bed table. “You overslept.”

Angelica managed to sit up and rubbed the heels of her hands into her eyes as a two-year-old would. The aroma of the food and coffee made her mouth water and finished awakening her senses.

“Hop Sing fixed a special breakfast for you,” Mrs. Cadence said as she retrieved the pillow from where her daughter had thrown it the night before. She then piled it along with the other against the headboard. “You have fried apples, crisp bacon just the way you like it, lightly scrambled eggs and a biscuit with butter.” She settled the tray on her daughter’s lap as the young woman leaned back. “And I thought you could use your coffee black this morning.”

Angelica lowered her head over the plate and took a deep sniff just as her mother pulled back the window coverings, swelling the room with bright morning sunshine.

“What time is it?” Angelica asked as her eyelids clamped shut in an effort to stave off the cold pain caused by the piercing light.

“Seven o’clock,” Mrs. Cadence said as she came back and parked her ample frame on the side of the bed by her daughter’s legs. “Now eat while everything’s still hot.”

Angelica spread the napkin over her front then picked up one of the bacon strips and took a bite. “Taste good?” But she only nodded.

“It’s not like you to sleep so late, you’re usually up before the crack of dawn. Did you have trouble sleeping?”

Angelica eyed her warily as she took a bite of egg. Her mother had a way of knowing things, and she and her brothers and sisters had resigned themselves to the fact a long time ago that they could hide little from her. “Some, but I have been a little more restless here than I am at home.”

“Well, you eat,” she patted her daughter’s knee with a cheery smile, “and I’ll do most of the talking. Ben was telling me right before I came up here that he needs to go into town today, and he thought it would be good for us to get away from the house for a while.”

Angelica watched her and frowned as she chewed. She wondered whose idea it had really been and couldn’t help but think that she was looking at the real culprit.

“He says there are some very nice lady’s shops, including a milliner’s,” Mrs. Cadence went on, “and I would love to have a new bonnet to show off.”

“I really don’t need anything,” Angelica said as she took a sip of her coffee.

“When has a woman ever bought something simply because she needed it? There are times when something, even if it’s only a piece of ribbon for our hair, is in order. Now you go ahead and finish your breakfast,” she gave another pat then got up, “then go ahead and get ready.” She bent over and kissed the girl’s forehead. “And before you know it Adam will be back.”

Then she went out and closed the door behind her. Angelica struggled to find her breath again and forgot about her food. Her mother knew the answer to the question that had kept her from sleep for the best part of the night, and now she did too.

*******

Angelica hadn’t thought that she would find a place like Miss Lydia’s Shop for Young Ladies in a town like Virginia City. Everywhere she looked there were so many elegant things. There were dresses and hats and gloves, muffs and shawls and parasols and anything that a lady could possibly have need of. There was every color imaginable and laces so sheer as to look as if a spider had spun them.

“Do you see anything you like, dear?” Mrs. Cadence asked as she examined a pearl gray day dress.

“I like everything, and it’s hard to know where to begin.”

“That’s the way it is with every young lady that enters my establishment,” said a sophisticated looking woman with upswept blonde hair. “I’m Miss Lydia, and I can help you with whatever you require. Are you looking for anything in particular?”

“I would like to see what evening dresses you have,” Angelica said as she put down a frilly bonnet.

“I have some that I think would be very chic on you.” Miss Lydia clapped her hands. “Josephine!”

A slim, graceful black woman appeared from the back. It was obvious that she was no servant. “Yes, Miss Lydia.”

“Josephine, would you bring out our selection of evening gowns?”

“Yes, Miss Lydia.” Then she disappeared into the back again.

Angelica could feel her excitement building. She hadn’t really wanted to come but now she was glad she had. She was looking for something special, and she would know it if she saw it.

*******

Angelica took off her hat and tossed it onto the dresser then began going through the elegant boxes that had been deposited on the foot of her bed. The first thing she took out was the white organdy evening gown lavished with ruffles of picot lace and red artificial roses. She went to the full length mirror and held it against her and tried to imagine what Adam would say when he saw her in it.

EIGHT

Adam had made it to Sacramento faster than he ever had and gotten the business problem taken care of in short order and now was ready to head back home. It had been a just over a week since he’d left but it felt much longer, and he was eager to get started. He finished packing his saddlebags then went down to the hotel lobby and paid up then off to the livery to get Sport. He didn’t bother with breakfast, figuring he could take care of it with the things he had bought the night before right after sending the wire to Pa as he had promised to. The sun was barely up when he rode out of Sacramento and pointed the big chestnut in the direction of the Ponderosa and Angelica Cadence.

*******

Angelica came out of the chicken house with a basket of eggs over her arm. Hop Sing had been so busy that she had offered to get them for him, and he had accepted. She latched the pen enclosure then started back to the house but for some reason stopped then went out past the trellis – now a profusion of red and white roses – into the yard. She looked out along the road and a wild fluttering come into her stomach. Adam was on his way home and before long would be with them again. The mere anticipation of his return sent her into spasms of excitement and sleep had become even more of a stranger, if that was possible.

“Mornin’, Miss Angelica,” Hoss said as he started toward the tool shed but she didn’t seem to hear him. He had noticed that in his older brother’s absence she appeared to inhabit a faraway place more often than not. Sometimes it was almost as if she didn’t realize that other people were around and once he caught her sitting on the porch with a glass of untouched lemonade staring out to the edges of the clearing. He often wondered what she was thinking about, but didn’t think it any of his business so he never asked. As he watched her she returned to this world then – without ever noticing him – went into the kitchen. With a grin, he shook his head and went on about his business.

After breakfast, Angelica went to the garden to pick some fresh vegetables for Hop Sing’s pork stew he had planned for supper. Granted it was a little early yet but it gave her something to do, and she liked helping out around the house, especially in the kitchen. She liked the little Chinese cook, and she got the impression that he liked her too.

“Need some help?”

She glanced around from her job as her mother stepped to the rim of the plot. “No, I’m doing all right.”

“You’ve been busy ever since you got up. Don’t you think you should slow down? We are, after all, supposed to be on holiday.”

“I like doing it and it keeps me occupied,” Angelica said as she put another vegetable into the basket.

“Very well, dear,” Mrs. Cadence said then turned and went back into the house.

Ben was at his desk going over some ledger books when Mrs. Cadence came in. Since the advent of their guests he had tried staying home as much as possible. “Did you find Angelica?” he asked as he glanced up from his work.

“She’s out in the garden gathering vegetables for Hop Sing,” she said as she stepped to the desk. “I tried to get her to take it easy but she wouldn’t, she said it keeps her occupied.”

“Well, I think we both know the reason for that.”

“Yes, I think we do. She misses Adam and this is her way of getting away from it, if only for a short time.” Mrs. Cadence sat down in the chair by the stove. “And it doesn’t seem to be working very well.” Then her mouth spread into a grin of sadistic satisfaction. “It was never like this with that Greenwood man, to tell the truth, when they were apart you’d never even know he existed. Oh, maybe some at first but it didn’t last.”

“Then why was she so determined to marry him?”

“She’s twenty-six and approaching what some people would call a spinster or, worse, an old maid and then this charming, smooth talking man comes along and latches onto her.” She shook her head. “I think he could sell liquor to a teetotaler.”

“Well, you and the rest of the family didn’t believe it, and Angelica strikes my as a level headed young woman.”

“She is, but she’s also a very stubborn one, and I think very lonely for a settled life of her own. I knew he wasn’t right for her because I have a mother’s instinct and what Charles found out convinced everyone else and made my conviction even stronger.”

“But not Angelica.”

“Like I told you before, I have no doubt that he’s told her some fable, and desperate people are easy to fool. I’ve known for some time that Angelica would like to marry and start a family.”

“And she is a beautiful girl, so I don’t understand why no one has ever shown any interest.”

“Oh, they have, but she never really has, not even with Greenwood, now that I think about it…, that is, until now.”

Ben’s expression grew impish. “Do you approve?”

“When I brought her out here I had hoped that she would meet someone that would sweep Hazleton Greenwood from her mind and her off her feet. I would have been happy with any upstanding young man who truly loved her and was willing to give her a good life, but I felt a Cartwright son was too much to hope for.”

He winced. “And then she wouldn’t give Joe and Hoss so much as a tumble.”

“All poor Joseph got was the flat of her hand. And then the way she was at the party, I feared she would want to go home and marry that man, and at that point I didn’t know how I could stop it short of having him bought off.” She sighed raggedly. “And if she’d ever found out that I had done that she would’ve never forgiven me, and I would have lost her that way, but at least she wouldn’t have been married to him.”

The front door opened and Hoss blew in.

“You’re back early, son.”

“I got so danged hungry I just had to do somethin’ about it. Jerky just ain’t quite up to it.” Hoss came around to his father’s desk, and his face kind of twisted. “Did you know that Miss Angelica’s standin’ out in the yard again?”

“She was in the garden gathering vegetables,” Mrs. Cadence said as she came out of the chair.

“Yes’um, she’s got the basket hangin’ over her arm, but she’s just standin’ there lookin’ off now.”

Ben got up and looked out the study window. “Yes, she is.”

“We all know what she’s watchin’ for,” Hoss said as he remembered to take his hat off in the presence of a lady. “An’ she won’t be satisfied ‘til he gits back.”

*******

That evening at supper, voices buzzed around Angelica, but she seemed to pay little attention to them or her food, for that matter. She picked at her stew, nibbled on her bread and took minute sips of her wine, and her eyes continually darted in the direction of the front yard. Looks were exchanged about her but she didn’t notice.

“Angelica, do you realize that Fiona’s birthday is in less than two months. If you want to get her handkerchiefs finished you need to start working on them. You haven’t touched them in days.”

But Angelica only continued to play with the contents of her dish.

“Angelica,” Mrs. Cadence said as she placed a gentle hand against her daughter’s wrist from across the table.

Angelica’s head came up, and her eyes went straight to her mother’s face and it was obvious to all that she was less than happy.

“You haven’t eaten enough to fill a thimble. Do you feel sick?”

“No, I’m just not very hungry. If it’s all right, Mr. Cartwright, I would like to be excused.”

“Of course, you may, my dear.”

Joe pulled her chair out for her, and she politely left the table and went outside.

“I sure do hope Adam gits back soon. I ain’t never seen nobody that miserable.”

“And I wonder if she even knows why,” Joe said softly.

Angelica stepped out past the porch and looked up at the sky. Already the night cool had begun setting in and before long it would be dark. She wrapped herself in her arms and wished for tomorrow to soon arrive. Hopefully the coming of the day would bring his return, and she could know some serenity. It had been close to two weeks since she had last seen him. It had taken an offhanded remark by her mother to make her realize what was causing the stir inside her. She was falling in love with this man and it felt like nothing ever had. She knew it was love because she had all the symptoms. He was constantly on her mind, she didn’t sleep, she didn’t eat, and her usual activities no longer held any appeal, and when she was away from him her life felt empty. She didn’t understand how it could be after such a short period of time but she didn’t question it. Growing up there had been stories of true love and that for every human being in the world there was another intended just for them. As a child she found the notion fairytale-like but as she grew older without finding anyone she had become skeptical, but now she believed with all her heart that it was true. And she believed that Adam Cartwright was that one, and she could only hope he would feel the same about her.

*******

Adam sat on the dead log before the campfire as it reached for the midnight blue sky with golden fingers, crackling and throwing tiny sparks like fiery lightning bugs. He held the tin cup in both hands and sipped the hot coffee and let it warm him against the night’s chill. Tomorrow he would be home, and tomorrow he would find out if the saying applied to her as well. Absence had made his heart grow fonder, and he could only hope it had done the same to hers. The night of the party she had been a sparkling, intelligent and delightful companion that floated in his arms like a sylph. For the days after she had been what he had always hoped a female friend could be but nothing more. Always a lady and never presumptuous, he had found the hours and minutes spent in her company to be the best he had ever known with a woman. But now, the thought that she didn’t share his feelings sent apprehension like none he’d ever experienced coursing through him like a wild current flowing down a mountain pass after a storm that melts the snow in spring.

Sport nickered from where he had been picketed for the night.

“I know how you feel,” Adam said to himself as he hunched closer to the fire. “A man can spend too much time alone, and if he isn’t careful he finds out he’s always been alone when it’s too late to do anything about it.”

An owl began hooting mournfully from somewhere farther back.

“Not you too,” he said drearily. “I suppose next I’ll hear from…”

But before he could finish a coyote added its two cents worth with a woeful howl and Adam’s head dropped. He knew how he felt about this woman, but did he have a right to?

NINE

This day Mrs. Cadence and Angelica had been left on their own. What with Adam being away, things were a bit shorthanded and Ben was needed out on the range. So, after making his apologies, Ben had gone with his other two sons to do a little more than his share of the work.

Mrs. Cadence had gotten kind permission to use the big mahogany desk and was writing a letter home to her family to let them know what a wonderful time she was having and to fill them in on what was happening with their sister. The letter to Hazleton Greenwood had yet to be written and it made her smirk inside at the thought. Angelica was on the settee working on her embroidery for no other reason than it kept her busy. The fact that she needed to get it finished really had nothing to do with it, it was simply something to take her mind away from what constantly plagued it, and it wasn’t working.

“Ouch,” Angelica said as she poked her fingertip into her mouth.

“Are you all right, dear?” Mrs. Cadence asked as her head rose.

“I just got stuck.”

“That’s the fifth time since you started. Maybe you should find something else to do that isn’t so hazardous to your fingers. You could read.”

“I really need to get this finished, and besides, I couldn’t concentrate on it.”

“Very well, dear.” Then with a knowing smile she went back to her writing.

The room had grown quiet again and only the faint scratching of the pen’s nib over the paper and the ticking of the big grandfather clock made any kind of sound.

Then Mrs. Cadence’s head came up again and tilted to one side. “I believe someone just rode into the yard.”

The embroidery went into the floor, hoops and all, as Angelica came to her feet. She rushed to the study window and looked out and her face glowed like an ember. “It’s Adam. He’s back.” And she bolted for the front door.

“Angelica, wait.”

But Angelica heedlessly yanked the door open and instantly went perfectly still. He was just dismounting as Mrs. Cadence went out past her daughter.

“Welcome home. Was it a hard trip?” she asked as she stepped to the edge of the porch.

“Not so bad,” he said as he took the saddlebags from the horse’s back. “The trail was a little rough just like always, but still not so bad. Where’s Pa?”

“He went out with your brothers; I believe he said to the North pasture to do some fence mending?”

“That sounds about right,” he said as his boots thumped against the wooden planks. “So, how’ve things been here? Has anybody missed me?”

Mrs. Cadence’s eyes flicked to her daughter. “Oh, I think a few of us will be glad you’re back.”

Then his gaze went to the face that had been keeping him awake nights. “Hello, Angelica.”

“Hello,” she said barely above a whisper. “Hop Sing is making some tea. Would you like some?”

“Very much. It’ll wash away some of this trail dust.”

As he and her mother came in she dashed into the kitchen and in hardly any time came back with the fully loaded tray. Adam respectfully gained his feet.

“Let me help you with that?”

“I can do it,” she said as she put it on the low table. “Now you sit back down. I’m sure you tired after your trip.”

“I must admit that I am. But it’s nothing that being home and a good night’s sleep won’t fix.”

Once everyone had a cup of the hot brew Angelica sat down in the tall backed blue chair. Adam got the place of honor in the big red leather one by the fireplace and Mrs. Cadence sat on the settee. Angelica sipped and watched as he sank into conversation with her mother, his rich baritone bringing warmth to the large room. Settling back, Angelica closed her eyes and let it cloak her in harmony and complete contentment. The days of turmoil she had known in his absence were at an end, and she let his voice sweep away any that remained.

*******

While Adam was away, the ladies had decided that they would like to make an event of his safe return home and dress more elegantly than usual for supper, for which Ben heartily agreed. Joe and Hoss weren’t as enthusiastic but went along with it anyway. They could remember a time when they had wished to have their older brother back and had known deep inside the impossibility of it, so now getting all decked out for his homecoming was a small price they would gladly pay.

Everyone was collected together in the parlor when Angelica made her grand entrance. She swept down the stairs in her white evening gown, glistening new silver and pearl ear fobs dangling from her dainty lobes and a matching necklace about her delicate ivory throat. The gentle slope of her soft bare shoulders caught in the lamplight as she finished her descent. There was a collection of male breaths being taken and Ben wasn’t so old that he couldn’t appreciate a beautiful woman.

As she left the last step Ben came forward and offered her his arm, which she politely took. “You look absolutely lovely tonight, Angelica. And I’m quite sure I’m not the only one to think so.”

Hoss and Joe were in total agreement but Adam said not a word. She tried catching any approval in his eyes but didn’t see it if it even existed. She tried hiding her disheartenment in his reaction, or the lack there of, but she hoped it would come out at the table.

Joe and Hoss argued over who would have the seat next to her but still Adam said nothing, only watched her. He seemed indifferent and not to show any interest at all. Angelica wondered if she would even taste the food. Hop Sing had put on a fine spread but it had lost its appeal, and she knew she would have to force herself to eat.

After supper and light discussion – most of which pertained to Adam’s recent trip and the business he had taken care of while there – everyone went into the parlor.

“It is such a splendid night,” Ben said as his crafty eyes darted to Mrs. Cadence. “Miss Angelica, maybe you would like to sample it?”

“Yes, I think I would.” Her eyes roamed about her, stopping briefly on Adam then she stepped to Ben. “Mr. Cartwright, would you like to accompany me? I don’t think I should enjoy it alone?”

“Well, I…” he stammered then he regained his composure. “I would be delighted to accompany you, Miss Cadence, but I think you should get a wrap first. Our Sierra nights can be quite chilly, even in summer.”

“Just let me get it from my room. I won’t be a minute.” Then she carried herself loftily up the stairs.

Once in her room, however, with the door closed securely behind her, she let her defenses fall. She had no reason not to show her disappointment now, and she did so readily, although she held back on the tears. She didn’t want to go back down and present herself to everyone with red rimmed eyes and flushed cheeks; she wouldn’t give Adam Cartwright the satisfaction.

She went to the big wardrobe and snagged a white woolen shawl with beaded fringe then went back out. Upon rejoining the others, she held it out to Ben and allowed him to drape it over her shoulders then he gave his arm and she politely took it.

They went straight off the porch and into the yard, and the black endless night was over them like a diamond studded canopy.

“This is absolutely awe inspiring, but I’ve never really paid that much attention until now.”

“Well, maybe you’ve had your mind other things.”

“Such as?”

“Oh, home, your family, the young man you left behind.”

She didn’t miss the way he watched her when he said the last part. “Maybe, there has been an awful lot to think about, not to mention see and do. You have a wonderful home, Mr. Cartwright, and a fine family.” Her lips curved into a broad smile. “And Hop Sing is a rare find.”

“We think a great deal of him.”

“And this country is more glorious than anything I could have ever imagined.”

“A lot of people say the same thing when they experience it for the first time.” Then his mood brightened. “Now, how would you like to take a little walk? We won’t go far but it’ll help clear our heads and settle our supper.”

“I would like that very much, Mr. Cartwright.” Her hands tightened on his arm and they started off in the general direction of the bunkhouse.

*******

Once they came back into the house, Angelica courteously excused herself and returned to her room. Now there was no need to hold anything back, and she let her emotions run unbridled. As she had feared, Adam seemed not to share the same feelings and it slashed into her like a keenly honed blade. But maybe he had simply been so deep into seeing his father and brothers again that he hadn’t noticed her. Then she looked down at the dress she wore and touched one of her velvety shoulders.

“You don’t believe that for one second,” she said as her fingers dug into the soft fabric of the shawl.

She brought a hand to her face as her head dropped, and she began to quiver as silent sobs wracked her lithe body. She had come all the way from Bangor, Maine simply to be spurned by the one that she felt was intended for her, and it hurt worse than anything in the world.

TEN

After breakfast Angelica went outside. The house, grand and inviting as it was, was stifling and confining this morning, and she only wanted to get out in the air. She had hardly slept at all and when she had it had been fitful. The revelation that Adam Cartwright apparently cared nothing for her had left her in a state that defied sound slumber. It also had a direct effect on her appetite, and she had taken in barely enough to sustain a sparrow.

She hadn’t been standing there long when her mother joined her.

Even though her daughter had said nothing to anyone she knew that something was bothering her and had been since last night. She had been so bright and exuberant the day before but with the coming of evening something had burst the bubble. Mrs. Cadence had watched Adam closely when her daughter had entered in her new gown, so she had an idea what it was.

They stood there for several seconds, Angelica never looking at her, when Mrs. Cadence finally spoke. “You’ve been quiet as a mouse all morning without as much as a squeak. Do you want to tell me what’s wrong?”

“No.”

“Can it be so bad?” she asked as she pushed back her daughter’s dark brown ringlets, watching her closely.

“Yes, it can.” Another second passed, and she finally looked at her mother. “Mother, I want to go home.”

“Home? But I thought you were having such a wonderful time here. Why this sudden desire to leave?”

“It’s not so sudden. I’ve been thinking about it, and I know it’s what I want.”

“You were so happy and bright yesterday. Does this have anything to do with Adam?”

“No,” she snapped. “I just know I want to go back to Bangor.”

“Back to Hazleton?”

“No, not anymore.” A sad smile painted her lips. “I know that makes you happy. Now, please, Mother, I just want to go home.”

She looked at the young woman for what seemed like forever, and she could tell that her girl was hurting emotionally. “All right, dear. I’ll tell Ben, and he can send someone into town to make the arrangements and we’ll leave as soon as possible. It that all right?”

“Yes, Mother, thank you.”

With a deep breath Mrs. Cadence started for the barn. Ben had told her that he would be out there if she needed anything and right now she did.

It was becoming more and more difficult for Angelica to hold in what was tearing her to pieces, but hold it in she must. She didn’t want anyone else to see her pain, and especially not Adam Cartwright. With a whimper, she whirled and went to the other end of the porch. No sooner had she turned back around than Adam came out of the house. He didn’t notice her, and she didn’t call his attention to herself. She watched as he stood there then started around by the kitchen. The thought of following him sprang into her head, and she went after him. As she came around behind the house she saw that he was just standing there, his eyes directed toward the far off mountains.

She must have made some slight noise, though she wasn’t aware of it, for he looked around, but he said nothing and turned back to the distant landscape. For a second she thought she caught a somber look in those dark hazel eyes. Gathering the sides of her skirt, she went to stand with him.

“It certainly is beautiful back here.”

“Yes, it is. It’s something to wake up to every morning.” Then the sadness came out through his eyes. “I almost hate to leave it.”

“Leave it?” she gasped. “Why would you want to do that?”

“Because it’s time for me to move on and make my own life.”

“But where would you go?”

“I’ve decided to go back to Boston.”

“Boston? Why would you want to live in a stuffy old city when you have all this?” she said with an expansive gesture of her arm.

“You do.”

“Because I have no choice, but you do have a choice.”

He turned to her, and he wore an odd look she had never seen on him before. “Would you like to live out here? Would you like to make this your home?”

“Yes, I would, very much, but why do you ask?”

Then the defeat came, and she could see it as plain as the mountains.

“Forget it. Forget I even brought it up.”

Then he started back around the house, his long legs driving him on.

“Adam, wait…. Wait!” and she started off after him. “Adam!” she called again and he stopped in the middle of the yard. “What did you mean by that?”

He came closer and looked down on her, a longing growing in his passionate eyes. Taking her face in his calloused hands, his dark head lowered then his lips met hers and her senses exploded. His kiss was everything that she had believed it would be and more. Then he looked deep into her, and she could see the burning inside him.

“I love you, Angelica Cadence, and I make no apologies for it. But you belong to another man, and I just stepped over the line and for that I do apologize. It won’t happen again.”

Then he released her gently and turned and started into the house. She felt like he was walking out of her life and she couldn’t let that happen. “Adam!” and she ran after him.

As she got inside he had just started up the stairs. “Adam, wait.”

He stopped and looked at her, and she went up to the landing where he was. She let her gaze run over the handsome face, the eyes that could awaken a woman’s heart, the mouth whose kisses could enter her soul, and she knew this was it. “It had better happen again.”

Adam’s pulse began to drum madly, and he thought he would suffocate as he looked at her, and he no longer felt so alone. He touched her cheek and it was magic. It was as if his life was beginning all over again, fresh and new.

“I want to get this just right,” he said as he fought to get the words past the lump in his throat. “Angelica, you’re the one I’ve been waiting for all my life…. Will you marry me? Will you be my wife...? You can think about it as long as you want to.”

“I don’t have to think about it. Yes, I’ll marry you.”

The front door opened and Ben and Mrs. Cadence came in.

“What’s going on here?” Ben asked as they came closer. “What’re you two up to?”

“Oh, nothing much,” Adam said as he sequestered a smile. “I just asked Angelica to marry me, and she said yes.”

With a gasp, Mrs. Cadence’s hand went to her mouth. “This is wonderful. I think I’m going to cry.” She took the handkerchief from her sleeve and began dabbing at her eyes.

Ben grinned and put his arm around her shoulders.

Suddenly, the door burst open and Joe and Hoss blustered in and the first thing they noticed was Mrs. Cadence crying and their father holding her.

“Pa, what’s wrong?” Joe asked urgently as he and Hoss joined them.

“Nothing’s wrong, in fact, everything’s right. Your brother’s getting married.”

“Whoopee!” Hoss shouted as he threw his hat into the air.

“What long with you?” Hop Sing stormed as he erupted from the kitchen. “You make too much noise. All time slam doors and shout.”

Joe rushed over to the little cook and grasped his shoulders. “You’d better get ready for a wedding, Hop Sing. Adam’s getting married.”

Hop Sing’s excited, high pitched squeal reached the rafters.

“I guess this means you won’t be going back right away,” Ben said as his arm tightened around the dear lady.

*******

It was right before supper when Angelica stepped outside. Ever since she and Adam had made their announcement that morning, things had been a mad whir, and she simply needed a few minutes alone. Her excitement hadn’t toned down as the reality of Adam’s proposal sank in. There was so much to do, there was the wedding gown to be gotten, invitations to be sent out, the minister to be informed and so many others things that had to be done. It was a daunting task, but she wouldn’t back down from it.

She heard the door open behind her and kind of suspected who it was. She felt his hand on her wrist and it sent a tingle along her arm and down her spine.

“This is just the first evening among many,” he said softly as his fingers clenched on the warm flesh.

As she looked at him she realized that he was holding a small dark blue jeweler’s box.

“There’s something I want you to have,” he said as he held it out to her.

She took it and hesitantly opened it, and her mouth fell agape. “Oh, Adam.” Inside was a golden ring with a marquise cut emerald.

“My father bought it for my mother’s first birthday after they were married, but she didn’t live long enough for him to give it to her. So he gave it to me for my last birthday, and now I’m giving it to you.” He took the box from her and removed the band then held her left hand and placed it on her ring finger, and it fit as if it had been made for her. “We’re now officially engaged.”

A throat was cleared behind them and they looked around.

“Come and join us, Pa.”

Ben came to stand between them and put his arms about their shoulders. “This is one of the happiest days I’ve known in a long time. I’m finally going to have a daughter.” He kissed the side of her head. Then his wicked eyes flashed around to Adam. “And if you know what’s good for you, you’ll give men many grandsons.”

“I think I can promise that, I am, after all, your son.”

They looked out into the remnants of the day as love and warmth surrounded them. Soon there would be a new addition to the Cartwright clan and from there the family would begin to grow again.

ELEVEN

It was fairly early when Roy Coffee and Paul Martin came out of the International House. They had had breakfast together, as the two old friends often did, and the restaurant in the hotel was one of the finest in town. They had just come out onto the porch when they saw Joe Cartwright ride in.

“I wonder what Joe’s doing in town at this hour?” Paul asked as he buttoned his coat.

“I dunno, but he’s comin’ in like a scalded cat. I think maybe I oughtta go find out.”

“I’ll come with you, Roy. It could be something I’m needed for.”

They crossed the street and Joe was just tethering Cochise as they reached him.

“Mornin’, Joe.”

“Morning, Roy, Paul.”

“It’s a might early for you to be comin’ to town, ain’t it? Somethin’ wrong?”

“No, nothing’s wrong. I havta send some wires for Pa is all. I was gonna come see both of you when I got done, but you being here’ll save me the trip.”

They could see by Joe’s agitated state that something was definitely going on with him.

“Well, come on out with it, Joe. I can see you’re about to bust,” Roy said with a frown.

Joe took a firm grip on the sheriff’s arm and then the doctor’s. “Adam… is getting married.”

“Married? Why that’s the best news I’ve had in a good long while,” Paul said with a beaming grin.

“All I can say is that it’s about time. After what happened with Laura Dayton some of us was beginnin’ to wonder if he ever would.”

“Who’s the girl?”

“Angelica Cadence.”

“I seen her the other day when she was in here with her ma and Ben. A right purty little thing.”

“I tell you what, Joe, when you get finished here why don’t we go on back to my house?” Paul said as the light of inspiration went on in his face. “I’ve got a bottle of twenty-year-old scotch that’s been waiting for just such an occasion as this.”

“All right, Paul. First I have to tell Jeff then I’ll meet you and Roy there.” Then Joe turned to the telegraph agent’s window.

“Can ya believe it?” Roy said as he and Paul started off across the street. “Adam gettin’ married.”

*******

Steve Balasco was tending bar at The Wooden Nickel saloon when Abel Drucker scuttled in. It wasn’t so full at this time of day so the wiry, balding little man had no problems getting through. Steve was in the process of polishing the top of the long mahogany bar, and he was obviously surprised at seeing Abel in there.

“Abel,” he started and crooked a wry grin as he continued rubbing the dark wood, “did Wilma let you fall off the wagon?”

“Nope, it ain’t nothin’ like that.”

“Then I guess you’ve got a telegram for somebody,” Steve said as he nonchalantly continued with his job.

“I sure do,” Abel said as he held out an envelope. “It’s for you.”

The charcoal eyes locked onto it. “Now who’d’ be sending me a telegram,” Steve said as he wiped his hands on the towel then took it.

“I’m sure I don’t know. That’ll be three bits.”

After he was paid the man scurried out, obviously uncomfortable in there and eager to make good his departure. Steve opened the envelope and slid out the paper and unfolded it. As he read it his eyes widened and his face split in two with a grin. Retrieving the mallet he used on unruly drunks from behind the bar, he began rapping on its shiny top.

“Everybody give me your attention! Listen up!”

It went quiet enough to hear a feather drop as everyone turned in his direction.

“I just got a telegram,” Steve said as he waved it in the air, “telling me that Adam Cartwright is getting married. So to celebrate the occasion, the drinks are on me!”

The room became a roar with cheers as the bar was packed with patrons and working girls and Steve set everyone up, including himself.

“Here’s to Adam Cartwright and the future Mrs. Cartwright!” Steve said as he held his drink high.

“Here, here!” rose as a single voice and whiskeys were downed. Steve poured another round and let his mind go back to a dark time just over a year ago then he smiled inwardly. His friend had endured pure purgatory and now he had found happiness. He filled his own glass again and stared into its amber depths. “Here’s to you, friend,” he said under his breath then took it down in one gulp.

*******

“Carolyn!”

Carolyn Banning was in the kitchen overseeing preparations for the luncheon meeting of the Bantree Ladies’ Auxiliary Committee when the quiet was disrupted. “What in the world. Giles, would you please take over until I get back?”

“Yes, Mrs. Banning.”

“Carolyn!”

She rushed out into the long dark paneled hall that led past the grand staircase, her skirt and petticoats rustling as she hastened to put an end to her husband’s bellowing.

“Carolyn, where the blazes are you?”

She was joined along the way by her three daughters, Amelia, Marjorie and Juliet, who had been drawn from what they were doing by their father’s booming voice.

“Siddon Augustus Banning, what do you mean by shouting in this house like a common lumberjack?” she chastised as she came into the foyer.

“That’s what I am, and I’ve never had any complaints before,” Siddon Banning said as he took her face in his hands and kissed her hard.

The girls giggled.

“I taste liquor. Siddon, are you drunk?” she said harshly as she pulled away from him.

“Nope, but I’m just as intoxicated as if I were.”

“Siddon, would you make sense. The ladies of the auxiliary will soon be here and…”

“I got a telegram from Ben Cartwright today,” he said as he fluttered it before her. “Adam’s getting married.”

“Married!” golden haired Amelia squealed gleefully as she darted forward. “Oh, Daddy, let me see.”

He handed it to her and her raven haired sisters peered at it with impatient anticipation.

“Who is she?” Carolyn asked skeptically as her fine brows dropped. “I hope she’s good enough.”

“Do you remember the dear lady who stayed with us last year when we thought he was dead?”

“Verina Cadence from Maine?”

“That’s right,” he said with a nod. “Well, it’s her daughter Angelica.”

“If she’s anything like her mother he’s done well indeed. When is it to be?”

“The date hasn’t been set yet, but Ben wanted us to know as soon as possible.” He put his arms around his wife’s waist and pulled her to him, an amorous light sparkling in his brown eyes. “And if he’s only half as happy as I am, he’ll have the world.”

“Siddon,” she scolded in a low tone, “not in front of the girls.”

“In front of the girls, in front of the whole town of Bantree and the rest of the country,” he said robustly. “In front of the whole universe!”

He kissed Carolyn hard again as she tried tugging away and the girls were tittering. Then he hugged close one of the four lights of his life and rested the side of his face against the top of her blonde head. Life had been good to him and now it looked as if things had turned for his friend. He felt Carolyn warm against him and said a silent prayer for the happiness of Adam and his bride-to-be.

*******

Vanessa Van Hoff took the telegram from their maid and thanked the young woman, who left her standing in the entry hall. As she unfolded it, her light brown eyes scanned the page and a plump hand went to her throat. She put it back into its envelope then made her way to the back of the house and outside then along a privet hedge to the small potting shed.

The weathered door squeaked on its hinges and Peter Van Hoff looked up from where he was transplanting the cutting from a rose bush into a clay pot. “Yes, dear, what is it?” he asked as he ran a soil covered hand back through his graying sandy blond hair.

“We just got a telegram from Ben Cartwright,” she said as she handed it to him.

“Nothing’s wrong I hope,” he said as he took it and began reading. As he did a glint entered his cornflower blue eyes, and he looked at her. “Did you read this?”

“Yes, I did.”

“I know Ben’s walking in the clouds. This’ll take a special wedding gift.” He grinned as he looked back at it, but then he went solemn as he recalled how Ben had been the past December when he and his sons had come for his own daughter’s wedding. Barely over what had befallen them Ben hadn’t been the same man he had always known. But Peter knew that now all that was behind him, and he couldn’t be more pleased if he tried.

*******

It was nearly suppertime when Lee Haymes and Chris McCutcheon rode in from a long hard day on the range. Since the trouble with Jamieson Glover the previous month Lee was only now becoming comfortable with both him and Chris being gone.

After they got their horses cooled down, fed, watered and stabled they started for the house, the aromas of Becky’s cooking sending their empty stomachs into spasms of pure hunger.

“If that tastes anything like it smells I may just take it all and disappear behind the house,” Lee said as they came in and put their hats on the chest by the door. “The rest of you can fend for yourself.”

Without a word, Becky came to them and took an envelope from her apron pocket and handed to her husband.

“What’s this?” he asked as one eyebrow fell.

“Mr. Banning brought it by earlier. You’d better read it.”

“Who’s it from?” Lee asked as he opened it.

“Ben Cartwright.”

His head shot up then he looked at Chris and could see that he was just as concerned. He quickly unfolded it and read. “Well I’ll be.”

“What is it, Mr. Haymes?”

“Read it for yourself,” Lee said as he handed it to Chris.

Chris’s teal eyes drifted across the page then came right up. “The Boss it gettin’ married.”

“Well, all I can say it that it’s about time,” Becky said tersely then went back to her stove. “A good man like that shouldn’t be alone so long; he needs a wife and a family.”

Lee took the wire from Chris and put it back into its envelope. This man that he had found so close to death, that had struggled so to live and then to regain a life, who had become a friend and stood with him against Glover and his minions at the risk of being killed had finally found someone to share that life with and Lee could not be happier for him.

*******

Annie and Sven Lundberg had just set down to supper in their grand dining room when someone began banging on the front door.

“Now, who could that be?” she said in her Irish lilt as she started to get up.

“You don’t need to get up, Annie,” he said as he placed a hand on her wrist. “Molly’ll take care of it, and if it’s anything important, she’ll tell us.”

Annie sat back down but, unlike her husband, she couldn’t fully concentrate on her meal. He gave her one of his stern looks, and she reluctantly ladled her spoon into the bowl of hot soup but her eyes stayed on the doorway. Finally, she couldn’t stand it anymore, and she jerked up from her chair.

“Swede, I havta…”

But before she could finish Molly came in with a white envelope. She started to hand it to him but Annie snatched it away from her. He dismissed the young woman, and she left.

Annie’s aqua eyes just about popped from her head as she read the hand written note. “Saints bless us,” she said. “Swede, you won’t believe it when I’m tellin’ it to ya.” She clutched the paper close. “Adam’s gettin’ married.”

“Adam gettin’ married,” he said vigorously as he pushed away from the table. “That calls for a special toast with some of that special wine you been hordin’ in the cellar. But I don’t trust anybody else with it,” and he rushed out.

Annie sat back down and looked at the paper again and felt the tears crowding into her eyes. She couldn’t remember every being happier for anyone except maybe all of them when Adam came home last year. “Bless ya, Adam, and bless yer bride.”

*******

It was late when Jake Madden rode into the yard of his mother’s new house there on the Ponderosa like his horse’s tail was on fire. Suzanne Madden was sitting in the parlor winding down her day with some mending when the teenager blew into the house like a Washoe Zephyr.

“Jacob Madden,” she said as her red head snapped around, “do you have to come into this house like a wild man? The children have gone to bed.”

“Mam,” he said breathlessly as he swiped his hat from his head tousling his hair that was the same color as his mother’s.

She could see by his expression that whatever news he had was desperately urgent. “Jake, what is it?” she asked as she laid a pair of britches with a hole in the seat aside and stood. “Oh, Lord, has somebody been hurt.” But when he didn’t answer right away even more dire thoughts entered her brain. “Somebody’s been killed,” and her hands clutched together at her stomach.

“No, Mam,” he said as he came forward and gripped her arm, “it’s nothin’ like that.” Then his lips spread and his face became perfectly brilliant. “It’s Adam Cartwright…. He’s gettin’ married.”

There was a rabble of young voices as the remaining five Madden children joined them.

“Oh, Mother, isn’t this wonderful,” exuberant fifteen-year-old Sarah gushed.

“Yes, dear,” Suzanne said from faraway.

“Do you think we’ll be invited to the wedding?” the girl asked.

“I’m sure I don’t know, but we can talk about it tomorrow. It’s past your bedtime,” she said as she began herding them back to their rooms amid grumbles and protests.

Once she got them settled again for the night she went into the kitchen to make some coffee for her and Jake to talk over. As she waited for the pot to boil she thought of Adam and what they could have had, and she brushed her fingers across her lips as the remembrance of his kiss returned. It was true that she considered him only a friend of the dearest kind, and she did love Hugh Kelso, but she couldn’t help but think of what could have been.

*******

Reverend Jeff Taylor sat in the small room at the back of the church in Virginia City where he wrote his sermons and met with those of his flock who required his sage council in time of turmoil and strife or simply to chat. It had been just over a year ago when he had conducted the funeral of a man believed to be Adam Cartwright. For as long as he lived he would never forget the grief and pain of this man’s family, especially his father, and his own inability to help them. But Adam had been restored to them because of happenstance or fate or divine intervention – he himself chose the latter – however one wanted to put it. Now he would be performing the wedding for the happy couple, and the future bride was the daughter of the kind woman that Joe had met in his attempt to outrun what had happened.

“God works in mysterious ways, his wonders to perform,” he said softly into the stillness.

He leaned his long frame back in the rickety chair behind the beat-up old desk and ran his fingers through his soft wavy honey blond hair and let the gladness fill his heart. Life truly was a marvel and this was just one of the many miracles it had to offer.

TWELVE

Angelica was keyed up and sleep still wouldn’t come, though for a different reason this time. She had never known such euphoria and it was keeping the sandman from paying a visit. She flopped onto her back and glared at the ceiling like an enemy. This was a complete and utter waste of time. Throwing the covers back, she bounded out of bed and went to where she had tossed her robe over the back of the chair. She put it on and slid her feet into her slippers then crossed the room and quietly went out into the hall. When she did the first thing she noticed was a soft glow of light coming from downstairs. Tightening the sash about her waist she padded to the top landing. As she started down she saw that Adam – still fully clothed – was sitting on the settee. Papers were spread out on the low table before him, and he held a pencil clenched in his teeth.

As she left the staircase he finally looked around at her and took the pencil from his mouth. “Couldn’t sleep either?”

“I guess there’s too much to think about.” She went to Ben’s favorite chair by the fire and sat down. “What’re you doing?” she asked she pulled the robe collar up around her neck and snuggled down in the soft red leather.

“I’m designing our house.”

“Our house? But I thought we were going to live here.”

“We are gonna stay in Nevada, just not on the Ponderosa,” he said as he began drawing again.

She watched him as he worked diligently and it made her smile. This was the man she loved and that would soon be her husband. “Well, if not here then where?”

“I know of some land I can get up by Bantree. I know the area, and I have friends there.” He stopped and looked at her, the firelight flickering in his dark eyes. “Would you mind that?”

“Not if you were with me. I’d be content anywhere you went, just so long as we were together.”

“A man can’t ask for more.” His pencil hovered over the paper and he looked up at her. “How many bedrooms do you think we should have? I plan on having a lot of children and we’ll need some for guests.” He snickered. “And between our brothers and sisters and our parents and your nieces and nephews and in-laws we’ll need plenty.”

“Maybe you should just build a hotel.”

“Yeah, maybe I should,” he said with another snicker and went back to his drawing.

She was satisfied to just sit there and watch him. As she did her head tilted to one side, and she began absentmindedly rubbing the side of her neck.

*******

In the three days since Adam and Angelica had become engaged things had not settled, in fact, if anything, they had become even more harried. For the most part, the men were away seeing to the duties of a working ranch, and Angelica found herself caught between her mother and Hop Sing, and among the two she was thoroughly worn out. The little cook was an absolute ball of frenetic energy, and her mother could more than hold her own with him.

It wasn’t quite noon yet when Angelica wandered out into the yard. She simply had to get outside for a short time and let her mind and body rest. She had no idea what getting married entailed or she quite possibly would have forgone the whole thing. A smirk curved her fine mouth, for she knew that was an impossibility.

“Hello,” she said as she stepped into the barn’s cool grayness, “is anyone in here?”

All she got in return was the soft moo of the milk cow which was answered by the nicker of one of the wagon team. Since a little girl she had liked exploring barns and this one was no different. As she stood there breathing deeply of the smell of animals and hay and leather, a tiny yelp made her look down.

“Well, hello,” she said as she stooped and picked up the puppy. It was white with a black patch over each ear, making it look like it was wearing earmuffs. “Where’s your mother?” She scratched the back of its head and held it close as she looked about her.

Then her eyes lit upon another pup and she followed it. The little guy led her to where the mother dog was with the rest of the litter of five, including the one Angelica held. Demurely gathering her legs under her and arranging her skirt and petticoats just so to hide them she sat down. The puppies began climbing over her and trying to lick her face, and she was enjoying herself thoroughly.

As she sat there she became aware of masculine voices that she recognized as two of the hands. They were cussing and grousing about how hot it was. She was hidden by a half partition so she suspected that they didn’t see her or even knew she was there and it was fun listening to them, knowing they weren’t aware of her. Then one of them said Adam’s name, and she went perfectly still.

“The boss can’t help it if he’s irresistible to women,” the first one said, as if miffed.

“Yeah,” the second one said laughingly. “Laura Dayton, Regina Darien, Ruth Halverson, Sue Ellen Terry, Abigail Jones,” and he put emphasis on the last one.

“Don’t forget Angelica Cadence.”

“How could I forget one that looks like that?”

“Look, if you two wantta get fired you’ll keep that up,” a third voice said. “Adam Cartwright is good to work for and that’s all you need to worry about, his private life is none of your affair, and you can count yourself lucky or smart that you didn’t mention Miss Banning. Now, if you’ll take that team straight out to Mr. Cartwright maybe I won’t say anything. But I’m warning not to let it happen again.”

“All right, Mort,” the first voice said meekly.

She simply sat there as they finished harnessing the team, her heart coming in two and tears burning like lemon juice. When they led the big animals out, she leaned forward and cried, clutching one of the puppies to her bosom. She hadn’t given any thought to her not being the only one, but to hear it like this hurt.

“I’m hungry enough to eat a grizzly,” Hoss said as he rode into the yard with his brothers.

“You’re always hungry,” Joe said with a glance at his oldest brother. “It’s a wonder we don’t go broke trying to keep you fed.”

“Not to mention ravaging the countryside,” Adam said as his eyebrow rose mischievously.

“Ah, you two give me a pain.” They reined up in front of the house and Hoss was the first one down. “Now you can both stay out here if’n you’re a mind to but I smell fried squirrel,” he said as he tethered Chubb then broke for the porch.

“You go on too, Joe, there’s something I want to take care of in the barn then I’ll be right in.”

Joe agreed and followed after Hoss. Adam went on and had no sooner entered the barn than he heard soft, muffled sobbing. He tuned his ears to the sound and followed it to the back. “Angelica.”

She clutched the puppy tighter and kept her head down lest he see her pain.

He sat down next to her in the clean straw. “Angelica,” he said softly. “Look at me.” But when she didn’t he gently raised her face to him. It cut into him to see such utter sadness in those deep violet eyes. “What’s wrong?” He rubbed a thumb over one of her damp cheeks.

“It’s nothing,” she said as she fought to keep her weeping at bay.

“Now I know better than that, so tell me what the problem is, maybe I can help.” His dark eyes lovingly roved over this face that meant so much to him. “I’m a good listener.”

She swallowed hard and dropped her gaze. “Who’s Ruth Halverson?”

“Ruth? Where did you hear about her?”

After several seconds she finally looked at him again. “I heard two of the men talking…; they didn’t know I was here. They mentioned her and some others.”

“What others?”

“Regina Darien, Sue Ellen Terry, Laura Dayton and Abigail Jones and how you’re irresistible to women.”

“Oh, is that all?” he said laughingly.

“It isn’t funny.”

“Of course it isn’t,” he said as his arm went around her shoulders and pulled her closer. “But you have nothing to worry about. And just so you know I’ll tell you about them. All right?”

She wanted to hear but she was almost afraid to but she nodded anyway.

“It’s true, I loved Regina, but she was Quaker and it just wouldn’t work out. If it weren’t for Ruth I wouldn’t be here, and I loved her too. She saved my life twice and went with the Shoshone so they wouldn’t kill me, and I never saw her again. Sue Ellen lived a hard life, and I wanted to show her that somebody could care without wanting something in return and to show her some of the good things. I guess I felt sorry for her. And Abigail,” he gave a snort and shook his head, “she was Joe’s teacher, and she had a thing for me. One of our hands wanted to marry her but she wasn’t interested, so my brothers conned me into helping and things kinda got outta hand, but she and Hank are happily married now. “

“And Laura Dayton?”

She watched as his face went more solemn, and she thought she caught a trace of regret.

“I was going to marry her, but she didn’t love me, and I don’t think I loved her either, not really, but she ran off with my cousin and that was the end of it.” Then his finely sculpted mouth turned up at the deep corners. “But I can easily say that I have never loved a woman the way or any more than I do you. There’s something about you that draws me to you, and I can’t stand the thought of being without you. I’ve always heard that when the right one comes along it doesn’t take long to know it, and I believe it.

She rested the side of her face against the top of the puppy’s head. “I don’t think I ever did really love Hazelton. I’m not even sure now why I was so dead set on marrying him. Maybe I was just being defiant, maybe it was desperation or his smooth charm, I just don’t know. But when I saw you in the kitchen that first time I knew that I was seeing something special.”

“In the kitchen?”

“The night of the party.” She raised her head again. “I was curious when I saw Hop Sing so I slipped in and there you stood.” She heaved a deep sigh. “You had your back to me, and you weren’t wearing a shirt.”

“Why you sneaky little thing. I didn’t even know you were there.”

“Then when you came out… I’ve never felt that way before, and I didn’t think much of Hazelton after that…. I didn’t need to anymore. Adam, all I want to do is make you happy, and be the best wife to you that I can. I want us to have a long happy life together wherever you want to go…. You’re all I need.”

Her heart began to beat more turbulently as his head lowered, and she felt his warm, moist lips pressing against hers, and for good and always Hazleton Greenwood was wiped completely away. Adam was her world now and Heaven help anyone who tried harming him or taking him from her.

*******

Angelica stood before the full length mirror in her room as her mother helped with the hooks at the back of her wedding dress.

“There,” Mrs. Cadence said as she fastened the last one. “All done.” Then she came around in front of her daughter and clasped her hands over her mouth as her eyes brimmed with tears. “You are so beautiful. Adam is a very lucky man.”

“I’m the one who’s lucky. To think that if I hadn’t come out here with you I never would have met him frightens me when I realize how close I came. I could have missed out on something very special and never even known it.”

“At first I felt a little guilty about prodding you so.”

“Don’t be. Because of it I’m happier right now than I’ve ever been in my life. I’ve finally found the one that I’ve dreamed of finding all my life, and it doesn’t matter how I came to be here. All that matters is that I did, and I met Adam Cartwright.”

“Then I’m glad I did. Now let’s finish getting you ready and get you downstairs to your young man. If he’s anything like your father his patience will only last so long.”

Mrs. Cadence took the long lace veil from the foot of the bed and began putting it on her daughter’s head and draping it down her back and over the skirt. Then she went to the dresser and got the bouquet of pink satin ribbon and white roses that had been culled from the trellis by the kitchen.

As Angelica held it in front of her and looked at her reflection she could feel the splendor of this day and what it meant catching up with her. She had never known such complete bliss, and she knew that it would only get better.

“I’m ready,” she said as she turned to her mother.

Mrs. Cadence kissed her on the cheek then went to the door and opened and Ben was waiting. “Are you ready?” he asked.

“Yes, I am.”

He held out his arm and she took it and they started toward the stairs with Mrs. Cadence coming along behind them. As they started down Angelica’s excitement escalated, mingled in with a slight tinge of trepidation. She knew she was doing the right thing – there was no question of that – she only hoped that she could be the kind of wife Adam deserved and for as long as she lived she would try to be.

*******

The parlor hadn’t been big enough to hold all the guests so the ceremony was being held behind the house before the majesty of the mountains. Ben sat at the front with Mrs. Cadence to his left, his hand clasped about hers, and Joe and Hoss to his right. And before him his oldest son stood with his young lady. Reverend Taylor’s voice rang in the crystal air and the words soared to Heaven for the blessing of this union.

Mrs. Cadence sniffled into her handkerchief and Ben’s grip tightened on her hand. The sunshine seemed more golden on this day and the soft breeze that blew sweeter. Ben had lived to see the return of his oldest son and now to see him married and life had never been more worth living.

“I now pronounce you man and wife.”

Adam and Angelica turned to face those gathered there, and Ben knew he had never seen such an expression of pure joy on the face of his first-born. He smiled and the couple smiled back, and he felt his chest swell as a thought came to him and it sounded like the finest poetry by Byron or Shakespeare. “Mr. and Mrs. Adam Cartwright,” he said under his breath and had to hold back on his own tears. It was a new beginning for his son, and he was glad.

THE END

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