Hoss gave out a loud grunt, and a few beads of sweat broke out on his forehead as he tightly gripped, and lifted, the corner of the old buckboard. “Adam, anytime you’re ready…” Adam stooped beside the freshly greased buckboard axle, as he carefully tried to align the wagon wheel with the shaft. “Okay, Hoss, give me about an inch higher. That should do it.” With one more upward jerk, and another grunt, Adam got the inch he needed, and he jammed the wheel onto the axle. “Okay, Hoss, let it down!” Hoss released the corner of the buckboard from his grip, and sank onto the chair beside him, as Adam placed the wheel’s keeper nut onto the end of the axle, and tightened it with a large wrench. Adam smiled at his brother. “Great, Hoss - one down, three more to go.” Hoss wiped his brow with his neckerchief. “Don’t you mean fifteen more to go? Pa wants us to grease up the buggies’ axles, too. Dadburn Summer’s been so dry, so far, that the dust has been getting into everything.” Adam sighed. “Oh, yeah. Forgot about all the buggies…..” The “thump, thump, thump, thump” continued, beside them, as Sarah had been bouncing a ball, endlessly, against the barn’s front wall. Adam looked to his little girl. “Sarah, can you find somewhere else to play with your ball, please? You’re giving me a headache, sweetie..” Sarah caught the ball, and walked over to where her Pa and Hoss were working. She plopped, cross legged, onto the ground beside them. “Pa, I’m bored.” Hoss looked to Adam, and smiled. “One week into summer vacation, and she’s ‘bored’?   Now, don’t you think, with a thousand square miles of ranch to explore, she’d be able to find SOMETHIN’ to do?! ” Adam grinned, as he reached down, and, gently grasping each of her hands, pulled Sarah to her feet again. “Not too much I can do about that right now, Sarah. Hoss and I have work to do that’ll take us most of the morning. Greasing up all the axles - on all our vehicles, and replacing the wheels - it’s a two man job, that we have to help each other with. Now, why don’t you just go play, somewhere?” Adam reached down, and ruffled his little girl’s dark hair. She looked up at him through her long lashes, with her big hazel eyes. “Oh, okay, Pa….” Sarah sighed, and ambled into the barn. Hoss grinned to Adam, as he watched her go. “Kids, hey?” Hoss lifted the next corner of the buckboard, and Adam shoved the sawhorse under it, for support, then started to remove the wheel’s keeper nut with the wrench, when he heard a very loud  “bang, bang, bang, bang” coming from inside the barn. He just glanced to Hoss.”NOW what?” Adam dropped the wrench, and strode into the barn. He found Sarah busily banging a nail into the stable’s wall. “Sarah, you should ask permission, first, before you use any of our tools. Here, give me that hammer, please.” She passed it to him and he placed the hammer’s claw around the nail, and, bracing it against the wall, pulled the nail out again. A small beam of light shone brightly through the newly hammered hole. Adam sighed, and shook his head.  ”Sarah, we didn’t REALLY need a hole there.  No real harm done, but ask me next time, alright? ” Sarah looked down to the ground. “I’m sorry, Pa, it’s just that…” Adam smiled understandingly, as he finished her sentence for her. “I know - you’re bored. Why don’t you saddle up Rebel, and go pick some wild strawberries for dessert? You remember where we saw them last week? Just down past the pond?” Sarah nodded, and walked out of the barn, and headed for the corral, to get her horse ready for the ride. Adam joined Hoss again, and continued with the work on the buckboard. Minutes later, Sarah led Rebel out of the barn, all tacked up and ready to go. Adam walked over to her. “Look, I’m sorry you’re bored, Sarah. We’re just really busy this time of the season, and I can’t always spend the time with you that I’d like to.” Sarah smiled at her Pa. “I know, Pa. That’s okay. I can just play with Rebel today, I guess.” Adam kissed her gently. “Good girl. Now, don’t eat too many of those berries while you pick them, or you’ll end up with a stomach ache!” She smiled, as her father lifted her onto her saddle. “Okay, Pa. See you later!” She pulled Rebel’s head around, and trotted around the corner of the barn. Adam walked to the pump, and filled the ladle with some nice, cool, well water, and raised it to his lips, then  turned to see Hoss’s face, grinning at him. “You know, Adam, you sound more and more like Pa did, when we were youngins’, everyday…..” Adam lowered the ladle again, and flashed a smile at his brother, and winked. “I sure hope so, Hoss….” He passed the ladle to his brother, who took a drink, too, then he  picked up the wrench again, and continued loosening the next  wheel’s keeper nut.

The sun shone down brightly under the early July sky, as Sarah made her way to the large strawberry patch. It was down the grassy trail, and just on the other side of the pond, across a big, flower filled meadow, about a mile or so from the ranch house. She climbed down off of Rebel, and began picking the sweet berries and shoving them into her saddle bags. It didn’t take too long for the bags to be filled, then she carefully buckled them closed, and, swinging up onto Rebel’s back again, headed back to the ranch house. Just as she got to the side of the barn, she overheard Joe and her Grampa Ben, talking.  “Well, Joe, the way I see it - it’s not everyday that you turn thirty. I really think we should have a surprise birthday party for Adam. Invite all our friends. We’ll have to start with the arrangements, now, though. August will be here before you know it.”  “Sounds like a great idea, Pa. Any reason for a party is a good reason, far as I’m concerned .” Sarah heard her Grampa Ben laugh. “You’re right, Joe. Though this will be a very special party, this time.” The two walked out of the barn together, and after turning out their two horses they’d just unsaddled, crossed the dusty barnyard, and entered into the ranch house. Sarah rounded the corner of the barn, and after her horse was unsaddled and turned out into the corral,  she grabbed the saddle bags, full of the strawberries, and headed towards the kitchen. When she opened the door, she saw her Pa, at the sink, working hard at trying to wash the axle grease off his hands. She reached a large ceramic bowl from a shelf, and dumped the berries into them, as Adam glanced over to her.  ”They look real nice, Sarah.” The little girl grinned, as she pushed the bowl to the back of the counter, and, pulling up a stool, sat down to watch her Pa.  Adam soon finished washing, and nodded towards the towel rail.  ”Sarah, can you pass me the towel, please?” She passed it to him, then looked at him quizzically. “Pa, when is your birthday?” Adam shrugged. “In about a month and a half, or so.”  She frowned slightly. “No, Pa, the date…” He finished drying his hands, and hung the towel over the rail again. “The twenty fifth of August, why?” Sarah just grinned from ear to ear, as she hopped off the stool, and ran towards the door, giggling. Adam could hear her still giggling, as he heard her running across the old  plank flooring through the dining room, the living room, and continued on, right up the stairs. Adam walked into the great room, where his Pa and brothers sat lounging around the fireplace. Ben glanced over to him as Adam sat on the hearth, picked up his guitar, and started tuning it. “What was that all about, Adam? Sarah just lit through here, just giggling away…” Adam shrugged, as he twisted his guitar’s tuning pegs, and fingered the strings, tuning them. “I don’t know, Pa. She just asked me when my birthday was - I just didn’t think it was THAT funny…..” He turned his concentration, again, on tuning his guitar, as Ben glanced around, knowingly, to his other two sons, and they all shared a  secret smile………

When Sarah got to her room, she practically dove under her bed, reaching for her piggy bank. She grabbed it, and jumped up onto her bed, and started shaking it. Several coins fell out, and bounced onto her bedspread. There just wasn’t as many as she’d thought there’d be, though, as she was soon shaking an empty piggy bank. She quickly counted it up: not even half a dollar. She’d sat there, wondering what to do, and how to earn more money, when her eyes glanced to her desk, and then she saw it: The flyer proclaiming the Virginia City Rodeo - Friday August 17th. to the Sunday August19 th. She rose quickly, and rushed over and grabbed the little blue sheet of paper. She read down it quickly:  Roping, bull riding, bronc busting, then she saw an item that piqued her interest: “Barrel racing” And there was even an event for the “under 12s” The top prize purse was twenty dollars. She’d NEVER had that much money. And it would be just enough to get her Pa a real nice birthday present, in a handful of weeks……..all she had to do was learn how to “barrel race”………………

She’d sat there for several minutes, just thinking, when there was a knock at her door.

“Come in ” Her Pa opened the door, and stepped inside.  ”Sarah, Hop Sing has lunch ready.” Adam saw her, sitting cross legged, in the middle of her bed, surrounded by the sum total of the coins out of her piggy bank, and he smiled. “What’s this, Sarah, counting up your wealth?” She let out a sigh. “I’m not very wealthy, Pa, and I really really need to get some money. What’s  ‘barrel racing’?” Adam walked to her bed, and sat down beside her, as she handed him the rodeo flyer. Adam read the flyer quickly, then explained it to her. “Well, barrel racing is a timed event, where you ride your horse, as fast as you can, around a triangular pattern, made with three barrels. Your Uncle Joe used to clean up at the barrel racing competitions.  He’d turn out to just about every rodeo that came here, when he was a kid. I remember he and Cochise could run the barrels just about faster than anyone.” Adam looked over to his daughter. “Why do you ‘really, really need to get some money’?” Sarah glanced down. “I can’t tell you. It’s kind of private….” Adam nodded his head slowly. “Oh, I see. Hmm… Well, I could donate a bit of money, to a worthy cause…” Sarah just shook her young head. “No, Pa, I want to earn it.”  She paused, and sighed. “I’m just not really sure how, though…”Adam put one arm gently around his independent little daughter’s shoulders. “Well, Sarah, with a Pa, two Uncles and a Grampa, I’m sure we could come up with a few odd jobs you could do, to earn some extra money…” Her little face lit up. “Really?!” Adam grinned broadly.

“Absolutely - we can talk about it at lunch.” She looked earnestly into her Pa’s face. “Do you think Joe would teach me how to barrel race?   I’d love to win twenty dollars!”   Adam looked down into the hopeful face of his daughter. “That is a lot of money, isn’t it? Well, you can ask him - can’t see why he wouldn’t. I don’t have any objections - I think it would be a lot of fun for you.” She just nodded her head enthusiastically. “And, I really, really need the money!” Adam just smiled as he stood up, and held out his hand to her. “Yeah, so you said……..” She jumped off the bed, and, taking her Pa’s hand, they walked downstairs together.

Sarah reached for another one of the sandwiches, as Joe passed the platter to her again.

“ Joe, can you teach me how to barrel race?” Joe just smiled at his young niece. “Why do YOU want to learn how to barrel race?” She suddenly looked very serious. “I want to win the prize at the Virginia City Rodeo - and I just really really need the money…” Hoss glanced to his young niece, and just grinned. “Tell you what, short shanks, you clean old Chubb’s saddle for me, and I’ll give you a dime.” She considered that for a moment.

“That’s a good start, but I’ll need more than that….” Her Grampa Ben smiled at Hoss, then looked towards Sarah. “How much DO you need, Sarah?” She swallowed a mouthful of milk, then answered. “Just about as much as I can earn, I guess…” Adam smiled at his little girl. “Well, Sarah, I’m all for free enterprise - how about you clean my saddle, too, and my good boots, and I’ll give you fifteen cents?” Sarah was adding up the numbers in her head. “That’s a quarter, total, Pa. I guess it’s a good start…..” Her Grampa Ben rested his head on his hand. “Tell you what, Sarah, if you clean all three sets of harness in the barn, I’ll pay you one dollar….”  Sarah looked wide eyed at her Grampa Ben. “A WHOLE dollar? Now you’re talking….” Her Pa and Grampa chuckled, as Hoss struggled hard to swallow, and to not spew out, his coffee, at her last comment, and Joe just grinned. “How’s this, Sarah? I can teach you how to barrel race, if it’s okay with your Pa.”  He glanced to Adam who just smiled, and nodded his acceptance. He looked to his young niece again, “But, it’s a lot of hard work, all that  practicing - are you up for it?”  Sarah just grinned from ear to ear. “I sure am, Joe!” He nodded once. “Good -we can start right after lunch.” Joe and Sarah were the first two to excuse themselves from the table a few minutes later,  when the meal was done. Ben, Adam and Hoss sat finishing up their coffee, as the front door closed behind the other two. Adam drank the last mouthful of his coffee, then lowered his cup onto its saucer again. “I just can’t imagine why money is suddenly so important to her….” His Pa, and Hoss,  shared another secret smile together.

Joe and Sarah walked out to the barn, and started hunting for three wooden barrels. They didn’t have to look far, as they found three stacked up, under some tarps, in the back aisle. They rolled them out to the larger of the two dirt turnout paddocks, and Joe began pacing off the correct distances between them, and setting them up in the familiar elongated triangular pattern. They soon had their horses tacked up, and led them to the newly designated practice arena. Joe swung up onto Cochise’s back. “Okay, Sarah, now pay attention. Whole idea is to run the barrels, fast as you can, cutting them really close, so you get a good time. For each barrel you knock down, though, it counts as a five second time penalty, which is added to your time for that particular run - NOT something you want to do….If you just make a barrel wobble, it’s okay, long as it doesn’t fall over. And keep both hands on your reins, and keep them short ,for better control. Understand so far?” Sarah just nodded in reply. “Good. Now, watch and learn.” Joe pulled Cochise around in a couple of tight running circles, to “fire him up”,  then flew towards the right hand barrel. He cut around it clockwise, then galloped to the next barrel, directly opposite it, doing a flying lead change, putting Cochise on his left lead, just before he rounded the second barrel, counter clockwise. After rounding the second barrel, he pulled Cochise’s head around, and booted him, at top speed, to circle the barrel, at the top of the triangle, counter clockwise, and raced back towards his starting position, just past the mid point between the two bottom barrels, and pulled Cochise to a stop, near the corral gate, then jumped to the ground again. “See? Really easy, once you know how. Don’t forget the lead change between barrel one and two, ‘right lead’ to ‘left lead’, though. Sets the horse up to be on the proper lead for the rest of the pattern, and keeps him nice and balanced. Do you want to try it? Of course, YOU won’t be going that fast, till Rebel learns how to do it. You’ll just trot for the first week or so. Wait till she’s practically doing the pattern herself - kind of like on instinct. Then, as she seems to know the pattern, as well as you do, you can slowly pick up the speed a little. Okay?” Sarah just grinned. “Okay, Joe!” She swung up onto Rebel’s back, and trotted towards the first barrel, then the second, then the third. Then she did it all over again. And again. Joe smiled at his young niece. “Okay, Sarah, looks like you’ve got the hang of it. Keep practising, and cut those barrels nice and close. Once you can do it at a gallop, I’ll get out my stop watch, so we can start working on improving your time.” He opened the gate, and led Cochise out, and tied him up to the hitching rail again, then entered the ranch house. There was no one to be seen…. “Hey, where is everybody?” He looked around, and suddenly saw the three of them, crammed around the small window behind his Pa’s desk, as they watched Sarah going through the pattern. Again and again and again…Joe just grinned at his Pa and brothers. “You know, there IS more room outside, if you really want to watch her…..”

The weeks went by, and Sarah kept herself busy. Between doing her own chores, her extra paid chores, and practising her barrel racing, there was little time for anything else. Most days, she would count up her earnings, and give an “earnings report” to her Pa, Uncles and Grampa at dinner time. Seemed she just wasn’t earning what she’d hoped she would, though, despite her best efforts. There were only so many extra chores to do, and so many  hours in the day, to get them done,  after all…..

Hoss crept silently along the carpeted upstairs hallway, then paused to listen. He couldn’t hear anyone else around, so continued on, quietly, towards Sarah’s room. He backed slowly  into her room, still keeping careful watch. Convinced he was alone, he dropped onto his belly, and wiggled his head and shoulders under her small bed. Who did he see, doing the same thing from the OTHER side of the bed, but Joe. “Joe, what are YOU doing here?” Joe just looked at him in wide eyed innocence. “Who, ME? I - I just saw a mouse run into Sarah’s room, and thought I’d catch it. What are YOU doing here?….” Hoss looked at him, a little unbelievingly. “Oh, yeah? Well… I saw that same mouse. Thought I’d catch it, too…..” The two men had gazed at each other for a moment or two, as if trying to think of a more believable excuse for being there, when they suddenly heard Adam’s voice at the bedroom door. “Listen, I don’t mean to pry - but just WHAT are you two doing under my daughter’s bed?”  The sudden sound of Adam’s voice startled them both so much, they each banged their heads on the underside of Sarah’s metal bedstead. They extricated  themselves quickly, then both sat, rubbing their noggins... They just glanced, one to the other, and thought it was time to ‘come clean’. Hoss just shook his head.”Dadgum, it Adam. I just feel sorry for Sarah. That little gal’s been working so dadburn hard - she’s just not making the money she thought she would, though. I thought I’d help her out a little bit, with a dime donation…” Joe just shrugged, as he scowled, and continued rubbing his head. “I thought the same thing, Adam……” Adam just smiled understandingly at his two younger brothers, and nodded his head, as he folded his arms and leaned against the door frame. “Oh, I see. Hmm…” He reached into one of his jean’s pockets, and pulled out a dime, then winked. “Here, make a donation for me, too, will ya?” He flipped  the dime to Hoss,  who caught it easily, and grinned, then the three donations were made…….

That evening, at dinner time, Sarah gave them her nearly daily “earnings report” as Hop Sing served up the steaming chicken stew. Sarah looked to her Pa.” You know what, Pa? When I counted my money the other day, I only had about two dollars. When I counted it today, I had an extra forty cents more  in my piggy bank, than I should have…” Adam half smiled, as he glanced to his two brothers. “An extra FORTY cents? Well, I wonder how THAT happened?” Sarah looked confused. “I don’t know, Pa. Maybe I miscounted it….” Adam then looked to his Pa, who just put on his ‘Who, Me? ’innocent expression, as he smiled slowly, and winked at him, then turned his attention to his granddaughter.

“Well, Sarah, maybe the ‘Dime Fairies’ made a visit to your piggy bank?” She just nodded in  agreement, then smiled. “Yeah, I guess that must be it…..” The four Cartwright men tried not to smile, as they continued on with their meal. Perhaps their little “financing conspiracy” was safe, after all. Or not………………………………...

Later that evening, Sarah sat curled up on Adam’s lap, as he read her favourite book to her - yet again -‘Grimm’s Fairytales.’ After ‘Hansel and Gretel’ were ‘rescued’, Adam closed the book, as his little girl was practically falling asleep. “Alright, Sarah. Off to bed with you now. I’ll be up in a bit to tuck you in.” He kissed her gently , and she stood sleepily, and climbed the stairs. When Adam went up to her room a few minutes later, Sarah was flaked out on her bed, fast asleep. Only thing - she hadn’t even been able to stay awake long enough to get into her nightgown. Adam smiled, as he sat the little sleeping girl on his lap, and unbuttoned her shirt, and pulled it off. He reached her night gown from under her pillow, and pulled it over her head. It was a little tricky getting her little limp arms through the armholes, but he managed… He then laid her down, pulled off her boots, socks and jeans ,then pulled her bed covers over her. Adam paused by her  bed, before he left the  room, and gazed down at his daughter - she just looked so darned cute… He left the room, grinning from ear to ear. He was still smiling when he got to the bottom of the staircase again, and his Father looked to him. “What is it, Adam? You look like the cat that ate the canary…” Adam grabbed an apple from the bowl of fruit on the coffee table, then sat on the settee. “You know what, Pa? Sarah had already fallen asleep by the time I got upstairs. I had to change her into her nightgown.…” His Pa smiled. “Yeah, she has been working pretty hard these last few weeks.” Adam took a bite of the apple. “She sure has, hasn’t she? Nothing but money on her mind, just lately…” Ben leaned forward, and rested his elbows on his knees. “Don’t you think there’s a reason for that, Adam?” Adam looked a bit puzzled. “What do you mean, Pa?” His Father smiled slowly at him. “Hmm… I guess you just haven’t been a Father long enough, yet. ….. Aren’t YOU the one with a birthday coming up, in a little while?” Adam sighed. “I hadn’t even really thought of it that much. Comes to a point when they’re just not as important anymore, I guess. You know, you get so busy with other things, like helping to run a ranch……” Ben leaned back in his chair again, and lit his pipe. “It’s important to your daughter, Adam. This will be your first birthday to celebrate with you, as her Pa. She wants to make it really special, with a gift for you…” Adam raised his eyebrows momentarily, and smiled . “Oh, I see. Thanks, Pa. I guess I’ve been so busy myself, lately, it just hadn’t occurred to me………..”

With his ‘new found’ knowledge, Adam made a couple of deals with his brothers, before Sarah came down the stairs the following morning. She sat quietly eating her scrambled eggs, as Adam glanced over to her. “You know, Sarah, you’ve been working pretty hard the last few weeks. How about taking a day off, and come into town with me today?” She started to protest. “But what about my chores, and my practising for the barrel race? It’s only a week away, Pa! ” Adam reached out one hand, and smoothed her hair. “It’s just one day, Sarah. I made a deal with your two Uncles, far as your chores go….. Besides, I think we could both use the break. And a haircut….” Adam smiled and winked at her, as he brushed her bangs out of her eyes. She glanced to Hoss and Joe, and they  just grinned at her. “Okay, Pa! ”

Adam had finished eating before Sarah, so went out ahead of her to get their horses saddled up. He thought better of it, and decided to hitch Sport to the two seater buggy, instead, so he could give his little girl a real rest, and drive her into town that day. When Sarah emerged from the ranch house a few minutes later, she looked surprised.” You’re taking the buggy, Pa?” Adam half smiled, as he took her hand. “Yes. I thought ‘milady’ would like to be driven into town, for a change.” Sarah giggled, as he lifted her onto the padded, black leather seat, then went around  the buggy, and climbed up to the driver’s side. He turned Sport in a big circle, in the barnyard, passed the barn, and headed for the open road. They made an unforgettable vision, along the dirt road to Virginia City, that day, under the bright blue, cloudless, August sky. The big, muscular, chestnut horse with his four white socks, and a blaze -  high stepping, at a lively trot - in a glistening black leather harness, with its brass fittings, glinting in the sunlight, connected to the pure black, shiny, buggy. With Adam, in his usual black shirt and jeans, with his black hat, and his little girl, sitting in the seat beside him, in her favourite light blue gingham shirt and  dark jeans, it really completed the striking, happy picture…

When they got to Virginia City a couple of hours later, Adam pulled Sport to a stop in front of the barber shop. He reached under the seat for the ‘tether weight’, and attached it to Sport’s headstall. Sarah jumped down from the buggy, and Adam took her hand.

“Well, first things first, Sarah. How about a couple of  haircuts, so we can BOTH see where we’re going?”  She grinned up at her Pa, as they entered the barber shop. Adam’s long time barber, Charlie, was the only barber on duty in the empty shop. “Well, Adam, long time, no see.” He gestured Adam into his chair. “That’s right, Charlie. At least one haircut ago…” Charlie stood stropping his scissors, as he looked into the mirror at Adam. “The usual, Adam?” “That’ll do fine, Charlie, thanks.” Sarah hopped  into the chair beside her Pa, to watch, and Charlie smiled at her. “Well, and this must be your little girl, Sarah. No doubting who her father is - she looks just like you, Adam!” Adam smiled, with just a touch of pride. “Yeah, she does, Charlie. Sometimes  I think she’s almost as smart, too. I find it  hard just to keep one or two steps ahead of her, some days….” Adam winked at his barber, and the two men shared a secret smile, as only Fathers can. Adam’s haircut was soon done, and he stepped down from the chair. “Charlie, do you think you can give Sarah a bit of a ‘tidy up’?” The elderly man smiled. “Sure can - come on, Sarah”. He placed the padded board, he used for his “shorter” customers, between the arms of the chair, and lifted  the little girl up. “What’ll it be, Sarah?” She grinned, “The same like it is, only shorter, please!  ”Charlie smiled, and nodded his head.  ”I can do that!” Charlie got busy, and Sarah’s hair was soon trimmed  to a more manageable “do ”. Adam  swung her  down off the  chair again, when he was finished. “Thanks, Charlie” He pressed a bill into the man’s hand, pushed his hat back onto his head, and he and Sarah walked out of the shop, together. They’d just walked a few doors down, heading for the  Lonestar Leather tack shop, when Adam was confronted by one of Virginia City’s less savoury residents, in front of the ‘Silver Dollar Saloon’. Adam just glowered at the man for an instant, and went to sidestep him. The man matched that step, and blocked Adam’s advance, one more time. “Hey, look fellas, if it isn’t the ‘high and mighty’ Adam Cartwright, and his little bastard.” Adam calmly removed his hat, and handed it to Sarah. “Sarah, go stand over there for a minute, please.” Sarah side stepped over to the wall, and held her Pa’s hat in front of her. Adam turned his attention to the man again, and just glared at him, eye to eye. “I’m sorry, could you repeat that?” The man sneered. “You heard what I said. Cartwright.” In one motion, Adam punched the man hard as he could, in the belly. As the man crumpled, Adam brought both his fists up, clenched together, under the man’s chin, and sent him reeling backwards, into the dust of the street. In his peripheral vision, he saw the man’s accomplice, going for his gun, and he just swung, and drew down on him.  There was fire in Adam’s eyes. “I wouldn’t, if I were you…” The man knew better than to draw on a cocked gun, so held up both hands, and just backed away. Adam stepped into the street, and hauled the first man up by his collar, and hurled him backwards, into the saloon’s wall, and held him there, dangling, a few inches off the ground.  ”If I EVER hear you call my daughter ANYTHING other than ‘Miss Cartwright’ again, I’ll break you clean in half. Do I make myself clear?” The man just nodded, and Adam nodded, too. “Good.”   He slowly lowered him to the ground again, and turned calmly to Sarah. “My hat, please, Sarah…” He pushed it back onto his head, placed his arm lightly around his daughter’s shoulders, and continued on down the street. Sarah looked up at her Pa in absolute awe, and grinned. She’d NEVER seen her Pa do THAT before……..

A few moments later, they entered the tack shop. Adam went right to the halter section, and grabbed a few: What was it with horses? They seemed to take such delight in either losing their halters altogether, or snapping them into unfixable, unusable, lengths of leather…….Adam was just about to pay for the halters, when he realized that Sarah had wandered off. He went down the next aisle and saw her, transfixed, in front of a pair of men’s black leather chaps. They were the fanciest chaps she’d ever seen………She turned to her Pa. “Aren’t they nice?” Adam nodded slowly. “Sure are, Sarah. Twenty dollars worth of ‘nice’. Come on. Let’s go get a bit of lunch.” He steered her back up the aisle, but took one last sneak peek at those chaps himself. They sure were nice……..

A few more doors up the street found them in front of a small restaurant, so they entered it, and took a quiet table at the back. After they ordered their meal, Sarah turned to her Pa. “Pa, what you just did, back there at the saloon. Were you ‘fighting for my honour’?” Adam smiled at his little girl. “Now, how do you know about that?” Sarah grinned.

“Oh, I heard about it in school - from Miss Jones. She likes all those romantic stories, and tells us about some of them. ‘Knights of yore’, and all that….” Adam took his little girl’s hands into his own. “Yeah, I guess I was, Sarah. And I’d do it again, in a heartbeat, if anyone tried to hang some kind of untrue, unkind label on you, or hurt you in any way. And, you know what? In the future? If you’re ever with a man that wouldn’t do the same thing? Well…… He just wouldn’t be worthy of  your time, or your love, Sarah. Do you understand that?” She looked very serious, and just nodded. “I think so, Pa ….” Adam reached out one hand, and gently ruffled her hair. “It’s an important lesson, Sarah. One  that I hope you’ll always remember…” The waiter arrived just then with their meals, and they happily ‘dug in’…

They soon finished their meals, and walked back to where their buggy was parked. They each climbed up onto the seat, and Adam, turning Sport in a big circle, trotted back down the dusty main street, and towards the road that led home.  They’d driven along pretty much  in silence for about a mile or so, when Adam started whistling “Early One Morning.” He had just slowed Sport down a bit, to a walk, to rest him up, for the rest of the drive home, when Sarah looked up at him. “Pa, would you say that Grampa Ben was a pioneer?” Adam considered the question for a moment. “Yeah, I guess he was at that- came clean across the continent, to get to where we are now.” Sarah nodded. “Oh, so you just moved in, then?” Adam half- smiled. “No, not exactly, Sarah. It’s taken a lot of hard work. Your Grampa married my mother, Elizabeth Stoddard, in Boston. She was the daughter of a salty old sea Captain. She died when I was just a few hours old…” Sarah looked up to her Pa again. “I remember you telling me that. I guess neither of us remember our Mothers.” Adam just sighed. “No, we don’t. But, you’re named after both of your maternal Grandmothers.”   He paused, in reflection. “But,  anyhow, it took us four years to get to Illinois from Boston. Your Grampa was  doing odd jobs, along the way, just to pay our way. That’s where your Grampa met Hoss’s future Mother, Inger Borgstrom, and married her. They decided to move out west. Your Uncle Hoss was born in a covered wagon, right in the middle of the prairie. And, unfortunately, his Ma was killed in an Indian attack when he was only about a few weeks old.” Sarah shook her head. “That’s really sad.” Adam sighed at the memory of the event.. “Yeah, it was. I was only about six years old at the time, when it happened…” Sarah looked up at her Pa again. “I can’t imagine you being only  six, Pa!” Adam smiled down at his girl. “Well, I was. Once. You didn’t think I was born this size, did you?” Adam winked at Sarah, and she giggled. “Of course not, Pa! But, tell me some more…” Adam leaned forward, and rested his forearms on his knees. “Well, after Hoss’s Mother was killed, we continued west. Mile upon mile upon mile of  flat, open, grassy prairie, under an enormous blue sky. But your Grampa had heard that the land in the Nevada Territory was excellent for raising beef, and that was his dream, eventually, to be a cattleman. We pulled into Virginia City just about at the end of the fall, of that year. Pa’s first stop was to get us a hotel room, and his second stop was at the land office, to stake a claim. And that’s how the Ponderosa was born. Your Grampa wasn’t one to ‘let the grass grow’, so two days later, after the paper work cleared, we headed out to our new ranch. All five hundred acres of it…..” Sarah looked surprised. “Five hundred acres? But the Ponderosa is bigger than that, isn’t it?” Adam grinned. “Yeah, Sarah, it is. Now.  But it took a lot of years, and a lot of hard work, to get it to the size it is now - one thousand square miles….” Sarah nodded. “Oh, I see. But at least  the ranch house was  already there, wasn’t it?” Adam shook his head.

“No, there was nothing there but grass, trees, rivers, lakes  and mountains. Like I started to say: two days after your Grampa staked his claim, we headed out to our new land, and started scouting where to build a cabin. Your Grampa  decided on building it right where the carriage house is now. As a matter of a fact, our carriage house, was our first home.” Sarah visualized the carriage house in her mind’s eye. “But, it’s so small, Pa!” Adam tilted his head thoughtfully to one side.  ”Well, compared to our ranch house now - I guess it is. But to your Grampa, for him and his two young sons, it seemed to be just about the right size - and it’s what he could afford, too. Your Grampa  has always been a caring, decent, responsible, practical man, Sarah, that looked after his family, the best way he knew how. Kind of like those chaps we saw earlier. Sure, they’re nice, but I’ve got other, more important, pressing things to pay for now, and in the future, now I have a daughter……” Sarah nodded her head thoughtfully, then continued. “But, how did you get Joe?” Adam grinned. “Well, we ‘got Joe’ when Pa met, and married, his third wife, Marie D’Marigny, in New Orleans. She lived till Joe was about five. She came galloping into the barnyard one day, and her horse stumbled, and fell, and she was killed -  broke her neck.” Sarah just shook her head slowly. “Poor Grampa Ben. Three wives, and they’re all gone….But when did you build the house we have now?” Adam counted back the years. “Oh, let’s see. I guess about the year before Joe was born. He was born right in the room that is his bedroom, now . And that, Sarah, is pretty much our family history. Except for you - and you already know how YOU got here…” Adam winked at his little daughter, as he put one gentle arm around her.  “Pa, do you think you’ll ever get married?” Adam considered that question for a few moments. “I’ve already got the most important girl in my life, Sarah - YOU. You’re my most important, and special,  responsibility, right now.”  Sarah smiled slowly. “That didn’t really answer the question, Pa…” Adam glanced down at his precocious little girl, and smiled again. “No, I guess it didn’t, did it? Well, Sarah, I always try to answer any of your questions as honestly as I can. But, I’m just not sure how to answer that one. Hmm…Well, okay… If the right woman came along, I guess I’d consider it. But she’d have to know, from the very start, that we come as a ‘package’. You’d both  have to be just as accepting, and caring,  of each other, as I would be of  both of you. And that, my dear Sarah, is a pretty tall order to fill…..” Sarah nodded her head slowly in agreement, as her Pa “clucked”  Sport into a livelier pace, and they trotted off down the road again.

Later that day, Sarah was practising her barrel racing under the watchful eyes of her coach, Joe. “That’s good, Sarah, but cut that second and third barrel a little closer, and you should pick up a couple of seconds.” Rebel came snorting down to the finish line, again, an absolute vision of blurred speed, with a wildly flapping mane and tail, with piston like legs, and Sarah ‘holding it all together’, booting and urging her little mare forward all the way, too. Sarah dashed across the finish line, and pulled Rebel’s head around, to let her  ‘run out’ her energy, before pulling her to a stop. Joe grinned  as he held up the stop watch. “Much better Sarah - you’re right in the seventeen to eighteen second range - that’s really good for a beginner. You keep practising, and I’ll be back in a few minutes.” Joe grabbed his gun and cleaning rod from its bench beside the fence again, then  walked to the house. He could still hear Sarah pounding around the practise arena, again, as Ben and Adam were just coming outside to watch some of the  practise runs. Joe grinned. “You know, Adam, I think she has a good chance of placing at the rodeo next weekend. She and Rebel seem to be naturals - she just has no fear……” he commented, as he pushed the cleaning rod down the barrel of his gun again.  Adam grinned with pride, as he watched his daughter from across the barnyard.. “She is good, isn’t she?” Ben frowned slightly. “She’s good - I just find it hard to watch her sometimes……” Adam looked to his father. “Well, Joe was the same, as a kid, Pa.” Ben shook his head. “Joe was a boy, Adam……” Adam bristled a little. “So? Sarah’s a girl - what difference does it make? ” Ben suddenly sounded apologetic. “So, nothing, I guess…” Adam locked eyes with his Pa. “Look, Pa.  She’s a damn good little rider. If I’m not worried, why should you be? Besides, haven’t we had this similar discussion before? You always encouraged Hoss, Joe and I to be the best we could be, at whatever we chose to do. Why should I do anything less for her? Sarah is a bright, intelligent, little girl. And, on top of that, she’s MY daughter. I intend to encourage her to use ALL her God given talents. If they don’t always align with what everybody else feels is ‘right’ or ‘fitting’ for a little girl, then that’s too bad. I have no intention of trying to change her, or mould her, into someone she just  ISN’T…I will always just let Sarah, be Sarah…”  Ben just raised his eyebrows momentarily, and sighed in reply.

After a couple more runs, Sarah decided they’d both had enough practise for the day, and slid down off of Rebel’s back. Joe flipped the saddle fender over the mare’s saddle, and loosened the girth, while Sarah got a drink from the pump. “Well, Sarah. One more week to go .I feel really encouraged, the way you’re practising…”  Sarah looked at Joe hopefully.  ”Do you think I could win, Joe?” Joe smiled at the hopeful face of his young niece. “I don’t know about that, Sarah. But, you are fast. If you have a really, really good day….” Sarah just grinned, as Joe continued. “So, what would you get with that twenty dollar  prize money, if you do win?” She glanced around, making sure no one else was within ear shot.  “Can you keep a secret, Joe?”  Joe smiled at his suddenly serious niece.

“Sure, Sarah…” She continued. “Well, there’s a real nice pair of fancy black chaps at Lonestar Leather. I’m getting them for Pa, for his birthday…” Joe was just suddenly so attuned to the importance of the outcome of the barrel race, the following weekend, as he looked down into the face of his little niece. “Well, Sarah, we’ll just have to try our best, then, won’t we?” He handed her Rebel’s reins. “You cool her out, Sarah.” Joe walked to the house, and thought it was time for a talk with his Pa.

He entered the great room to see his Pa and Hoss both sitting around the fireplace, and he glanced around. “Where’s Adam?” Ben looked to his youngest son. “He’s upstairs in the library. Is something up, Joe?” Joe sat on the settee beside Hoss. “There may be, Pa. You know Sarah really has her heart set on winning next weekend.” Ben just smiled.

“Oh, she’s probably no more excited than you used to get, Joe…” He  just shook his head.  ”No, Pa. She already has that top prize money spent. Seems she has her heart set on a pair of chaps for Adam’s birthday. I’m just really concerned, Pa. She really seems to think that winning this whole thing is a done deal. But what if she doesn’t win? She may be in for a very large let down….” Ben nodded his head slowly. “Oh, I see. Well, we can’t mention it to  Adam, so maybe I’ll have a talk with her….” Hoss sighed. “Pa, why don’t I talk to her? Seems I really wanted to get a gift for you once, and came up short in the dollar column, too.” Ben looked to his middle son. “Alright, Hoss. But let her down easy, son.” Hoss smiled. “You bet, Pa…”

Hoss ambled across the barnyard, just as Sarah was leading a cooled down Rebel from the ring. “Hey, Sarah. How did she do today?” Sarah grinned. “Really good, Hoss. Joe says she’s really fast - maybe I can win this thing!” They walked into the barn together, then Sarah tied Rebel in the aisle to remove her saddle. Hoss hoisted her saddle onto the rack for her, then sat on the small bench by the door. “Sarah, come on over here for a minute.” Sarah took a seat beside him, and looked up at him questioningly. “What is it Hoss?”

Hoss shifted uncomfortably a bit in his seat. “Well, Sarah, looks like you’re setting a pretty  big store in winning next weekend. Thing is, that’s an awful lot of pressure to put on yourself. This is your first rodeo and, well, there’s gonna be a lot of competition there. Kids that have been doing it for years.” Sarah tilted her head, to look up at him. “I know, Hoss. But I really want to get a nice present for Pa, for his birthday. I just have to win….” Hoss put one big gentle arm around his niece’s shoulders. “Do you think that’s the way your Pa feels, Sarah? That it’s all about the cost of any present you may get for him? Have you ever noticed that little carved horse in your Grampa’s library?” Sarah thought for a moment “Yeah, I know the one you mean - kind of looks more like a deer…” Hoss chuckled. “Well, yeah, guess it does at that. But, you know what? That was a handmade gift from your own Pa, to his Pa, when he was just about your age, Sarah. My Pa cherishes that little carving just about more than any other gift he’s ever received. And you know why? Because it came right from Adam’s heart. It wasn’t about how much it cost at all. It was all about the time, and the effort, and the love that Adam had put into it. Think about it, Sarah : A gift from the heart is worth way more than any gift you could ever buy, no matter how much it costs. You’ll see - any gift you get for your Pa will please him, Sarah, because it will have come from YOU.” Sarah tilted her head, to look up at her Uncle again. “Really, Hoss?” Hoss grinned, and his blue eyes twinkled at his little niece. “Really, Sarah!” Sarah put Rebel in her stall, then the big man stood up, and gently swung his little niece up onto his shoulders. “Come on, Sarah. Let’s go have some supper…”

Sarah reached a bread roll from the small basket, as her Pa passed it to her again. “Oh, Pa. I nearly forgot. Rebel threw a shoe this afternoon. I’m pretty sure it was on the final run, because she stumbled a bit rounding the second barrel. Think that’s where she probably lost it, in the dirt.” Adam nodded. “Fine. I’ll fix it right after supper.” When the meal was finished, Adam and Sarah headed for the practice corral, to hunt for the little metal shoe. They had wandered around for several minutes, searching, when Adam spotted it, partly buried in the dirt. “Found it!” He bent to pick it up, as Sarah trotted over to him. Adam inspected the shoe, and realized how worn it was. “Looks like you’ll need a new set, Sarah.” Adam headed for the work shed, where the blacksmithing tools and forge were stored. Sarah walked Rebel over from the barn, then Adam got busy removing the remaining shoe, and trimming up all her hooves, to the proper length again .He fired up the forge, and reached for an iron bar. As the forge got to full heat, the iron bar glowed red, and Adam cut off two pieces short enough to hammer into a set of front horse shoes for Rebel. Sarah watched him, as he worked. “I didn’t know you knew how to do that, Pa!” Adam smiled, as he unbuttoned his shirt, and pulled it off - working over the forge was very hot work, in August! “Sure. Learned a bit of blacksmithing a few years ago. Nice knowledge to have, in an emergency.” Adam continued banging and shaping the metal, and Sarah  watched as it transformed from a piece of metal to something more like a horseshoe. Adam dipped the hot shoe into the bucket of cold water again, to safely check the size and shape against Rebel’s hoof. “That looks just about right, Sarah.” After a few more taps, and the use of the punch, to make the nail holes, he gripped one of the mare’s hooves between his knees, to take a final sizing.  He lowered the shoe onto the hoof - just right! “Sarah, pass me that hammer, please. And seven nails…” She complied, and Adam started tapping in the first nail, after storing the rest of them between his teeth. He took them one by one from his mouth, as he tapped in each nail, and bent the long ends back against the hoof, to prevent any injury. Once all seven nails were in place, he used a set of cutters to safely remove the long, pointed ends of the nails, then ‘clinched’ the much shorter ends, that were left, safely against the mare’s hoof. This would insure the shoes would mostly  ‘stay put’ and the mare couldn’t injure herself on any sharp edges. Sarah smiled up as her Pa, when he finished the first hoof. “I’d like to be able to do that! ” Adam grinned, and winked, at his little girl. “I can teach you, Sarah, if you really want to learn.” He got busy again, heating and shaping, the second shoe. After he’d made the final fitting, he carefully placed the first nail. “Now, pay attention Sarah. You have to know where to put that nail, or you can lame the horse, if you hit the sensitive part of the hoof. How about I get it started, and you finish tapping it in?” Sarah smiled. “Okay, Pa!” A few swings of the hammer, and the nail was about halfway in. Adam handed the hammer to his daughter. “Okay, Sarah. Be careful not to accidentally hit the horse. Or my fingers…” Adam gripped the mare’s hoof, and Sarah giggled. “Oh, Pa! ” After hitting the nail squarely several times, the nail’s head sat flush against the shoe. Adam looked on, in pride, at his daughter.  ”That’s very professional looking, Sarah.” He finished up the job, and reached for his shirt. Flinging it over one of his shoulders, they led Rebel back to the barn. Adam paused at the pump, and worked the handle, then caught several handfuls of water, which he splashed down his face and chest. “Now, that’s better! ” He pulled on his shirt again, as Sarah stood smiling at him.

“What are you smiling at, Sarah?” Sarah sighed. “I wish I could cool off, too.” The moment the words were out of her mouth, she knew she’d said the wrong thing, to the wrong person!  She went to take one step, to ‘escape’, and Adam grabbed her, and dangled her, head first, over the water trough. Sarah giggled, and Adam laughed, as he lowered her, so just the ends of her hair were getting wet. Moments later, he swung her down to the ground again, still laughing. “Sarah, you have to be careful what you wish for, sometimes!” Adam reached for the ladle, and pumped some cool, fresh water, into it. He took a couple of swigs, then passed it to Sarah, who finished it off. Her Pa ruffled her hair. “Come on, Sarah. Let’s check the horses.” Sarah climbed the loft ladder, and threw down some more hay, as Adam topped up the water bucket in each stall. After each horse was given some additional hay “to get them through the night”, as her Pa called it, they walked back to the house, and sat on the bench under the roof overhang outside Ben’s office. It was Adam’s favourite time of the day - the chores were all done, and it was time to relax, and contemplate. Sarah climbed onto her Pa’s lap, and Adam wrapped his arms around her, and rested his chin on the top of her head. “Thanks for making Rebel some new shoes, Pa.”  “You’re welcome, Sarah - that’s what ‘Pas’ are for. Now she’s all ready for the rodeo next weekend. I was thinking of going into town, the afternoon before, so Rebel will be well rested. Give her a bit of a ‘competitive edge’- most of the kids will be riding in, from miles around, the day of the class. What do you think, Sarah?” Sarah tilted her head back, to look at her Pa “Good idea, Pa. Thanks!” She paused. “Pa, remember when you said ‘be careful what you wish for ’?” Adam nodded.

“Well, I wish I could win the barrel racing class. And I have one other wish…” Her voice trailed off, and she dropped her head down again. Adam placed one finger gently under her chin, and lifted her face again. Their hazel eyes met. “What wish is that, Sarah?”

Her little voice was barely a whisper. “Well, I’ve got my real Pa, now - you. I wish my real Ma could be there, too…” Adam felt a sudden tightening in his throat, as he gazed down into his young daughter’s eyes. “That would be my wish, too, Sarah…” They sat in silence for several moments, before Sarah spoke again. “Pa, when you told me about Ma, I always wondered something. Why would she stop loving you, just because her parents told her to? I wouldn’t stop loving you, or Grampa Ben or Hoss or Joe, just because someone told ME to!  And that letter from your Uncle John, you told me about, one day . That’s the only proof  you’ve ever seen that my Ma died. If he lied once, about him being my Pa, couldn’t he have lied twice, about my Ma, dying?” Sarah’s comments suddenly rocked Adam to his very core, as he gazed down at her.  ‘Out of the mouths of babes…’  For the first time, in a long time, he just didn’t have any answers, for his little girl - and, for Adam, considering the topic, that was very unsettling, indeed…

Later that night, Adam lay awake in his bed, as sleep had alluded him. He threw back his covers, and, lowering his legs over the side of his bed, stood up and walked over to his window. The early morning breeze, that lightly lifted his curtains, felt cool on his bare chest, and face.  The comments of his young daughter, about whether or not her Mother was really dead, played over and over again in his mind, as he rested his hands on his window sill, and peered out over the dark, rolling land, to the distant mountains. What if she were right? Or, worse, what if she was wrong? He’d already suffered the loss of Beth, twice: Once, in college, when he’d been told by her parents  ‘she didn’t want to see him again’, and, once more, in his Uncle’s letter, declaring she’d died from scarlet fever. But had she? What if his young daughter was right? What if his Uncle HAD lied, twice? He dropped his head. Adam’s mind went round and round, and he felt almost dizzy, from the emotions, of it all. He glanced up again, and spotted an exceptionally bright star on the black, velvet like expanse, of the night sky. An old childhood verse played in his tired, confused mind. “Star light, star bright, first star I see tonight…” He felt suddenly exhausted, and shook his head slowly. He wandered back to his bed, and lay on top of the covers, in the darkness, as the breeze from his opened window continued to cool him. There was only one thing to do. He’d take a ride up to Carson City, where the territorial death records were stored. It would answer the question for once, and for all. Adam rolled onto his side, with a sigh, and soon fell asleep.

The next morning, Adam lingered over his coffee, when the meal was finished, waiting for Hoss, Joe and Sarah to leave, and start their daily chores. When the door closed behind the last of them, he stood and walked to his Pa’s end of the table. “More coffee, Pa?” Ben nodded once. “Yes, thanks, Adam.” Ben watched as his son filled his own cup, too, once more, and took his seat again. Ben sensed something was on Adam’s mind - he was usually the first of his sons  through the door, to start their work day, and he was acting totally out of character. “Something on your mind, Adam?” His Pa certainly didn’t waste any time, and Adam shifted uncomfortably in his chair. “As a matter of a fact, Pa, there is. I have to go on a trip to Carson City for a few days. I can take Sarah, so you don’t have to look after her.” Ben tilted his head to one side, after he lowered his coffee cup again. “Carson City? What’s in Carson City?” Adam suddenly sounded impatient. “There’s just something I have to do, is all.” Ben raised his eyebrows momentarily, and he could suddenly sense some anger in Adam’s tone. “Easy, son. Just asking…”Adam softened his tone a bit. “Well, it’s because of something Sarah said to me last night, that got me wondering, too. We were talking about the rodeo, then she mentioned Beth, and her wish that she could be there, too. She mused that perhaps if Uncle John had lied about being her Pa, he could have lied about Beth’s death, also. It’s something that had never occurred to me, and I could barely sleep last night, thinking about it…” Ben could see the pain in his son’s face. “Well, Adam, she’s just a child. With a child’s imagination. I wouldn’t put too much store in what she said…” Adam suddenly rose up in a temper, from the table, and paced towards the great room, Ben following at his heels. Adam’s eyes suddenly flashed, in anger. “Oh, and if an ‘adult’ had said the same thing, would THAT have made it more of a ‘valid statement ’? What if she’s right, Pa? What if Beth is still alive, somewhere?” Ben felt sudden sympathy for his son. “Adam, look. I’ve lost three wives. I know how you feel, son.” Adam just shook his head. “No, Pa, you DON’T know how I feel. You saw them die - you know they’re gone. You at least have that closure - painful as it is.” Ben lowered his voice a little.

“Don’t you think, if she was still alive, if she had any feelings for you at all, she would have tried to contact you after all these years? ” Adam could feel his head start to swim a little, at his Pa’s comment. “Pa, I don’t know -  I  would hope so. Maybe she wanted to, but  thought it was too late.  Look-  I just don’t know - but I need to find out, if  I can. The only way to find out, for sure, is to check the Territorial Death Registry in Carson City. And I’m leaving later this morning, to do just that.” Ben knew, once Adam had that expression on his face, that his mind was made up. “Alright, Adam. If that’s really what you feel you want, and need, to do. But, if you do find out she’s alive, and you do find her, well…She broke your heart once, son, and it took months for you to pick up the pieces again.  Just be careful, Adam.” Adam nodded once. “I will, and, thanks, Pa.” He walked back to the dining room table, and reached for his coffee,  then drank the last of  it. He then grabbed his and Sarah’s saddle bags off the low cabinet by the door, so he could pack a few things  for their journey. He walked purposefully towards the stair case, and had soon disappeared upstairs. Ben shook his head slowly, as he watched him go. He only hoped  Adam knew what he was doing…….

After changing for the trip, Adam lay on his bed, in the quiet solitude of his room, for a long time, alone with his thoughts. After agonising over his decision, he finally decided he WAS doing the right thing, for himself and Sarah - no matter what the outcome would be. It was all about final closure, for both of them. He packed each of their saddlebags, picked up his holster, then walked down the quiet carpeted upstairs hallway towards the stairs. 

Two long hours had gone by, since Adam had gone upstairs, and Ben watched him, as he walked back down them again. “Adam, can you come over here for a moment, please?” Adam threw one saddlebag over each shoulder, as he approached his Pa’s desk. Ben looked into the hazel eyes of his eldest son, and thought he saw a certain redness there. A clear indication of just how upset his son was, so he put one gentle arm lightly around his son’s shoulders. “Adam, you know I only want the best for you, son. I hope this journey you’re embarking on today, with Sarah, leads you to where you want to go…”  Adam hung his head. “Thanks, Pa. But I have to be going - Carson City is a long ride from here. I’ll see you when we get back.” Ben dropped his arm, and gently patted his son’s back once, as Adam walked away from him.  ”Good luck, son.” Adam just nodded his head once, in reply, as he continued towards the door. He pulled on his hat, buckled on his holster, opened the door, then he was gone.

As Adam stepped into the barnyard, from under the long porch overhang, Sarah was just leading a saddled Rebel  from the barn.” Pa, are you coming out to watch me practice?”

Adam walked over to his young daughter. “No, Sarah. Actually, you and I are going away on a business trip for a few days.” Sarah wrinkled her nose. “A business trip? What about the rodeo?” Adam grinned at her. “Oh, we’ll be back in plenty of time for that, Sarah. You wait here, while I get Sport ready.”  Adam grabbed Sport from the paddock, and led him into the barn. Minutes later, he walked from the barn, leading the big, chestnut horse, and carrying their bedrolls and saddlebags. Adam reached each set of saddlebags and bedrolls onto the back of each saddle, and tied them securely, then swung up onto Sport’s saddle. “Okay, Sarah. Mount up - let’s go!” The little girl swung herself up onto her mare’s back, and they trotted around the corner of the barn together, and disappeared from view. By the time they’d gotten to the large, sweeping, sunlit meadowland on the far side of the stable, Sarah was full of questions. “Where are we going, Pa?” Adam glanced over at her. “Virginia City first, for some supplies, then on to Carson City….” She looked puzzled. “Why Carson City?” Her Pa sighed. “Well, Sarah, what you said about your Mother last night. Got me to thinking. I thought the time was right to get that ‘proof’ you mentioned last night - about whether or not she’s really gone. The Territorial Death Records are in Carson City. Checking them is the only way we’ll get to the truth.” Sarah nodded her head silently.  ”But, Pa, what if she IS alive?” Adam sighed.  “First things first, Sarah. We’ll see…”  He “clucked” to  his horse, and broke into a lope, as they reached the dusty road that led to Virginia City. After about a dozen long, reaching strides of his horse, Adam glanced back, and smiled, as Sarah had finally done the same thing, and was rapidly catching up with him.

Thus began their longest journey together….

Little was said between Adam and Sarah during their two hour ride to Virginia City that sunny day. Adam thought that was strange, indeed, but he didn’t want to push it. Usually Sarah was full of conversation, and practically bubbled over with ‘chat’, on most of their rides together. He sensed an undertone of part excitement, part anxiety, and, perhaps, even part doubt, in his little girl, of what they’d find in the death records at Carson City. Feelings he partly held himself, though he didn’t want to admit it. Especially to his young daughter. So much was riding, for both of them, on this trip……

When they reached the main street of Virginia City it was obvious, by the number of people milling around on the sidewalks, that many of the contestants and spectators for that weekend’s rodeo, had already arrived in town. Adam pulled Sport to a stop, in front of the general store, and they each dismounted, and ambled inside to pick up their supplies for their journey. They exited the store some time later, Adam carrying the sack of provisions, which he tied to the back of his saddle. “How about some lunch, Sarah?”  She shook her head slowly, as she looked up at him. “I don’t think so, Pa. I don’t feel very good…” Adam knew exactly how she felt, and put one reassuring arm lightly around her shoulders. “I know, Sarah. Guess you’re a little excited and nervous, too?” She nodded. “Well, Sarah, a full stomach will help that. And it is a long ride to Carson City, after all. I think we should try to eat something…..” She nodded in agreement, and they headed for the restaurant just down the road.

 An hour later, they’d each had their fill, and had left Virginia City behind, as they headed for the main road that headed south, towards Carson City. The weather was so pleasant, with a light breeze blowing to keep it comfortable, that Adam decided he was in no real hurry to necessarily reach their destination that day. The open land, that flanked each side of the dusty road, was still lush , and  brightly coloured wild flowers were scattered across the expanse of green, just about as far as the eye could see. Here and there, mature trees dotted the landscape, making large patches of shade fall across the grass. They watched a large hawk, off in the distance, circling lazily against the almost cloudless, bright blue sky. Adam pulled Sport to a stop, and reached his canteen from his saddle horn. He removed the cap, and, tipping it back, drank several mouthfuls. Sarah thought that looked like a good idea, and took a drink from her canteen, too. After several more hours had passed, Adam realized the sun was getting low in the sky. Even if they did make it to Carson City, the government offices would be closed for the day anyhow, so he decided it was better to find a place to camp for the night, instead. Adam remembered a nice spot nearby, with a river running through it. A spot he and Hoss had used, on a recent hunting trip. He decided that it would be a good place to rest the horses, and themselves. Sarah followed him as he turned off the road, and led the way across a grassy meadow, towards a small stand of trees, in the distance, that stood below a rocky outcrop. They were both grateful to get out of the sun, and into the shade, in spite of the light breezes that were blowing. Adam swung down off of Sport, and Sarah slid down off of Rebel. After their saddles were removed, each horse did the usual ‘ceremonial shake ’ - grateful to feel  the air on their sweat-dampened backs again, after the long ride. Adam grabbed each horse, and led them down to the river for a drink, while Sarah gathered some firewood, and spread their bedrolls out on the grass. Adam hobbled each horse, when he returned, so they could each graze for a while, then set about starting a fire. By the time the fire logs were starting to glow red, the sun had disappeared behind the surrounding hills. Adam reached for the sack of provisions, opened it, and looked inside. “Well, Sarah, what’ll it be? How about some nice filet mignon, fresh salad and ice cream for dessert?” Sarah just giggled. “Pork and beans, with bread, and coffee, again, hey Pa?” Adam winked at his girl. “Yep -  that’s my specialty ; ‘ Fast and Filling’ - my motto. When we’re on the trail, anyhow…” Adam got busy heating the meal, and they were soon sitting, side by  side, eating it. “Pa, you cook alright, I guess. Well, tastes okay to me, anyhow.” Adam just grinned, as he reached over to ruffle her hair. “Sarah, that’s what’s known as ‘damning someone, with faint praise’. But, thanks, just the same…..” Sarah looked up at him quizzically, but he just smiled and winked at her.

Much later that night, Adam was roused from his sleep by the sound of coyotes howling. He raised his head slowly, to look around. Beyond the ring of light, cast by the campfire, he could see the two horses, standing in the darkness. He’d strung a tether line between two trees, for overnight,  and the horses stood, snoozing quietly. Well, if the coyotes weren’t close enough to scare them, he felt safe enough, too. Adam went to roll over and was stopped by something behind his back. He glanced over his shoulder to see Sarah, curled up in her blanket, like a little cocoon, fast asleep, laying right behind him. She HAD started out sleeping on the other side of the campfire, from him. He’d noticed that, since her very close call with that mountain lion, a couple of months previously, the thought of wild animals getting too close to her frightened her, still, a little. Adam pulled up the collar of his tan jacket, as the night air was chilly for August, and rolled onto his back again. He pulled out a generous section of his blanket, for some extra warmth for Sarah, and flipped it over her, as she slept.  If she felt safer there, beside her Pa, it was fine with him. He placed his hat over his face again, and soon drifted off.

Hours later, Adam was  awakened  by the sun as it  came over the hill, and shone down on his face. Sarah was still curled up beside him, fast asleep. He stood carefully and quietly, and placed the remainder of the covers over her, as he stoked the waning fire a little, and started to prepare their breakfast. The coffee was piping hot, and the porridge was steaming, when Sarah finally awoke a short time later. They’d soon finished eating, and the horses were saddled again. Adam packed up all their supplies, then they continued on their journey, together. Within a couple of hours, they’d reached Carson City, and they headed down the main street, towards the government offices, where the records were kept. They had soon reached the imposing looking building, and, dismounting, wrapped their reins around the worn hitching rail, and entered the building.

Adam felt Sarah’s hand reach for his, as they walked along the long corridor, reading the lettering on each door they passed. Then they came to the one they were looking for -

“Death Registry”. Adam sucked in his breath, and opened the door. A very proper looking clerk stood behind a very proper looking counter - typical of government offices. “May I help you, Sir?” Adam nodded, and felt his mouth go dry. “Yes. I’d like to check the Death Registries for 1850 and 1851, please.” The clerk walked back to a series of shelves, and reached down a volume. He placed it on a small desk, and gestured Adam and Sarah to join him. Adam felt his heart just pounding - well, this was it. “Just leave it on the desk, Sir, when you’re finished, please.” Adam just nodded, as the clerk went back to the front counter again. They each took a seat, side by side, and Adam opened the dusty volume to the first page - 1850. He flipped the pages, till he found the “M” section. He ran his index finger down the list, quickly scanning the names : “Mabee, Mabee , MacKenzie, MacKenzie” then into the “Mc” section. McCall,McCall, McColl” He held his breath. “McDonald, McFine…” SHE WASN’T THERE!  He had been told that Beth had died when Sarah was less than a year old, so he checked the following year’s list, too, and she STILL wasn’t there. Adam closed the dusty death ledger book slowly, and sat back in his chair again. She WASN’T  there - Beth WASN’T there!  She was - she IS -  still alive…Sarah looked up at him, and saw the expression on her Pa’s face. “Pa, I guess you really did love my Ma…”  Had there ever been any real doubt?  Adam smiled, as the memories flooded back to him. All those months they were together. The way her light auburn hair cascaded over his arms, every time he held her. Just the WAY he felt, every time he held her…the softness, and the pinkness, of her cheeks…the blueness of her eyes.. he had once told her they were as blue as Lake Tahoe, on a sunny day.. the fullness of her lips, and the way they tasted, and felt, on his, whenever they kissed… that perfume she always wore… and her touch - a loving, tender, exciting touch that always made him feel that, with Beth by his side, he could take on the whole world - and win.

Adam looked over to his daughter, and he was suddenly aware a light mist had covered his hazel eyes. “Yes, Sarah, I do. Very much…” He stood, and Sarah took her Pa’s hand again, as they walked from the imposing looking building, and out into the sunshine of the street , once more. They each happily mounted their horses again, and started to head for home.

  The stagecoach driver pulled the thundering four horse team to a stop in front of the stage coach depot of Virginia City, causing a large cloud of dust to arise. Several passengers disembarked, brushing the dust from their clothes, that had filtered in through the open sides of the coach. The driver climbed down from his high drivers perch, and reached the luggage down for each weary passenger, before they dispersed. He glanced into the coach, to be sure it was empty, just to see a pretty young woman, dozing, in the far corner of the back seat. “End of the line, Miss”. The young woman’s eyes fluttered open, and she  smiled. “Thank-you, driver”. The man held out one hand, as he helped her down from the coach. “Driver, can you tell me where the nearest boarding house is, please?” The driver reached the last suitcase from the top of the coach - hers - and nodded up the street.

“Sure, Miss.  Just a few doors down. Run by a real nice lady. Clean rooms, and nice meals. Enjoy your stay, Miss.” The young woman clutched her suitcase in her hand - the only item she’d brought with her, except for a small purse - and stepped forth. She wore a long, pretty, light blue dress, over her petite frame. With her delicate features, and long, wavy, light auburn hair, and ‘eyes that were as blue as Lake Tahoe, on a sunny day’, as she’d once been told -  years before, and miles away - she caught the attention of every man she passed on the street, as she walked towards the small boarding house. She opened the door, to see an attractive looking middle-aged woman standing behind, what appeared to be, a small registry desk. “I’d like a single room, please.” The woman turned the registry book around on its turntable, so the young woman could sign it, then spun it round again, after she had. “Oh - ‘Beth’ - that’s a pretty name. Room 10, at the end of the hallway - second floor.” Beth took the keys, and climbed the stairs. She walked down the long hallway, then turned the key in the lock. She entered the small, tidy room, then walked to the window. She pulled back the lace curtains, and opened it, to let the fresh breezes into the room. After a seven year marriage, that had produced no children, and that had ended in disaster, she had felt the best thing to do was to start a new life, in a new city. She would also be starting a new job, in just a very few weeks, as the new teacher, in the Virginia City School.

As she started to unpack her small suitcase, and put her clothes away, her mind was wandering. She remembered Adam, her once boyfriend, telling her, during their time together at college, that his Pa’s large cattle ranch, the Ponderosa, practically bordered Virginia City. She had thought of him often, in the intervening years since. Wondering if he had become the architect he was studying to be, and wondering just where, back East, that he was working. Perhaps, by now, he would have his own architectural business…What did she have? A baby, somewhere, that she had given up, on her stern parents advice. And Adam, wherever he was, the child’s Father, that didn’t even know of his own child. A decision - a grave mistake -  that she had since regretted, so many times. As the time had gone by, her Aunt and Uncle, who had taken in the child, had become very proprietary about the child - HER child - and had slowly pushed Beth out of her life. A baby that would now be approaching ten years old. Had it really been that long? Then, a second mistake. A rebound love, after leaving Adam behind, that had led to a mostly loveless seven year marriage, with a cheating spouse, that had ended badly. The empty years since the ending of that marriage…..She shook her head slowly, as she struggled to control the emotions building up inside of her, as the memories had come flooding back. Yes, she HAD thought of Adam, and her child, Sarah, often, but always thought too much time had gone by, and, by now, it was just too late….That was then…. This was now. The beginning of a new life for her……

Adam and Sarah made good time, on their ride home from Carson City that day, and rode into the barnyard, in the early evening. As soon as they had dismounted, Sarah was ready to rush and tell her Grampa Ben, Hoss and Joe of what they’d found out about her Mother - she WAS alive, after all... Adam grabbed his excited girl by her arm, and smiled. “Hey , don’t you think we should look after Sport and Rebel? A good rancher always looks after their horses, first… ..” Sarah grinned up at him. “Oh, alright, Pa. Sorry. I’m just so excited!” Adam smiled.  ”Me, too, Sarah…” They led the two horses into the barn, where they were untacked, and put in their stalls, for a good feed. Adam placed one arm around his daughter’s shoulders as they walked to the house a few minutes later. He felt like his feet weren’t even touching the ground…As they entered through the darkened pine door, and into the great room, they were greeted by Ben. He could tell by the expressions on their faces, that the trip had gone well. “Well, son, how did it go?” Adam just grinned from ear to ear. “She’s alive, Pa…” Ben just took his son gently into his arms, and gave him a quick hug. “That’s wonderful news, son. I’m so happy - for both of you.” Ben left it at that. Any further conversations, of ‘ Where do you go from here?’ would be held out of the ear shot of Adam’s excited little girl. Ben walked to the bottom of the stairs, and called up “Hoss, Joe, come on down - Adam and Sarah are home, and dinner’s just about ready.” Hoss and Joe both rushed downstairs, two at a time, both grinning from ear to ear. They first shook hands with Adam, on hearing the good news, then bear hugged each other. Hoss swung Sarah up onto his broad shoulders, and she giggled. “How about that Sarah - ain’t that good news? ” She giggled again, then smiled at her big, gentle, bear of an Uncle, whose blue eyes just twinkled at her. Hoss swung her down to the floor again, as Hop Sing was just serving up dinner. They took their places around the table, and Adam decided to say a special grace that night. A thanks for their good fortune, generally, and finding out about Beth, specifically…

Later that evening, as the Cartwright family sat relaxing around the great room, they heard Sarah’s voice calling from the kitchen. “Pa, can you help me shampoo, please?” Ben smiled at his eldest son, as he thought what a natural he was at being a “Pa”… Adam put down the book he’d been reading and walked to the kitchen. Sarah sat, grinning, in the bubble filled tub, by the fireplace, and held out the shampoo bottle. Adam pulled up a small stool, and, sitting by the tub, squirted on a generous amount, and started rubbing it in. Sarah giggled. It was a little ‘ritual’ they had: the more Adam rubbed, the more she giggled, and he chuckled, too. “Well, Sarah, I guess I hit your ‘giggle button’, again…” Adam was soon pouring jugs of water over her head, to rinse off.  “Finished washing, Sarah?” She grinned up at him again.” Yes, Pa.” Adam looked a little doubtful- another ‘ritual’ of theirs - and said. “Let’s see those ears .” Sarah turned first one side, then the other side of her head, towards him, for his ‘inspection‘. “Good girl - Clean as a whistle! ” Adam stood, and held the big towel out, and wrapped his daughter in it, as she stepped out of the tub. He sat her on his knee, to towel dry her hair.  After a few minutes, Sarah spoke. “Pa, I was wondering something…” He looked at her questioningly. “Oh? What’s that, Sarah?” Her face looked suddenly serious, then “Hmm…. Never mind, Pa.” Adam shrugged, as he stood her on the floor again, still draped in the big towel. He reached for the comb, to tidy up her ‘waves’ a little. “If you get into your night gown quickly, I’ll read to you.” Sarah’s favourite thing, just before bed. “Okay, Pa !” Adam turned to go back into the living room,  and Sarah hurriedly dried off, and pulled on her nightgown, and had soon followed him there. She hesitated before taking her usual place, on his lap, to be read to. She glanced around the room and realized her Grampa Ben and two Uncles were there. Sometimes, a girl just needed a bit of privacy, to talk to her Pa.  ”Pa, can you read to me upstairs tonight?” Adam thought that was a strange request, but complied. She was soon tucked under her covers, as Adam sat beside her, stretched along her small bed. He opened the large volume. “Well, what story will it be tonight, Sarah?” She reached out, to close the book again.” Pa, can we just talk, please?” As Adam looked into his daughter’s face, he saw a bit of sadness there, somehow. He reached one arm around her. “Of course we can, Sarah. You know you can talk to me about anything…” She hesitated just for a moment, as if collecting her thoughts. “Well, I was wondering. I’m glad that we found out that Ma’s still alive, and all. But, if we ever find her ……Thing is, she gave me away when I was too little to tell her I didn’t want her to go. What happens if she decides she still doesn’t want me?” Adam gazed into his young daughters big hazel eyes, as her comment had reached right in, and touched his heart. “Well, Sarah, let me tell you something about Mothers and Fathers. No matter what happens, or what the circumstances may be, there’s always a little ‘invisible thread’ that goes right from here to here….” Adam pointed at his own heart, and traced that ‘invisible thread’, to her own. “It ties those two hearts together, forever. It’s a very special kind of love bond, Sarah. One that can never really be broken, no matter what happens…..” She considered his comment for a few moments. “Oh…. Pa, you mean, you and I have a little ‘invisible thread’ attaching us together, too?”  Adam just grinned, as he leaned to kiss his child. “We sure do, Sarah. Now, how about a story?” She grinned in reply, as she cuddled against him, and wrapped one little arm around him……

The next couple of days, before the weekend rodeo, went by quickly. Sarah was kept busy practicing her barrel racing, and her ‘run numbers’ were in the ‘mid eighteens’. ‘Really good for a beginner’, as Joe had told her. She and her Pa got an early start on the Friday morning of that rodeo weekend, right after the chores were done, and arrived in Virginia City around noon time. The yearly Virginia City Rodeo weekend was a big event, and it drew competitors and spectators from miles around. Their first stop was the hotel, where Adam had booked the large second floor suite, right over the hotel’s main entrance. He thought Sarah would have a bit of fun out there, on the suite’s balcony, watching the goings on in the street below. They locked their things in the room, then headed downstairs again for the ride to the livery stable, where Adam had already booked two stalls, one each for Sport and Rebel. Once the horses were settled in, they headed out for a walk around the town, to take in the sights and sounds. Many of the merchants had moved some of their wares out onto small tables, in the street, giving the town a real “bazaar” feeling. The red, white, and blue bunting, that hung from many of the store and building fronts, added to the colour, and excitement, of the town and its festivities.

Beth looked out from her small, second floor, boarding house, window. There seemed to be throngs of people out there, wandering up and down the board sidewalk, and children were running and playing out on the street. She decided to get involved, to lift her flagging spirits a little, so picked up her purse and parasol, and headed downstairs. As she stepped out onto the sidewalk, she could feel the energy and the excitement around her. She entered several of the stores, happy to be around people again, and made several small purchases of the things she needed. As she left one of the stores, she saw a man and a little girl approaching from down the street. He was tall and slim, with dark hair, and dressed all in black. A silver studded hatband, that wrapped its way around his black hat, finished the picture - a stark contrast to the people around him, dressed in different colours. He was totally engaged in conversation with the little girl by his side, as his arm rested easily around the child’s shoulders. The young girl was chattering away, and the man laughed, at whatever it was that she was saying.. She thought what a charming sight it was - an apparent Father and daughter, appearing to be so connected. As they got closer and closer to Beth, she suddenly noticed a familiarity about the way the man moved. A confident, easy stride,  and a lithe, muscular looking build. By the time the pair had gotten to about five store fronts away, Beth realized, with wild alarm, that it was her old boyfriend, Adam. Older, yes, but with a very handsome maturity to his face. No doubt, in her mind, that it was him! Beth threw her parasol in front of her face, in a panic. Had he noticed her, too?  As they passed her, Adam accidentally brushed lightly  against her arm, as he had been distracted, again, by something the child had just said.

“Oh, excuse me, Miss…” He doffed his hat, just for a moment, then continued on, still deep in conversation with the child. A child that looked SO much like him… She lowered her lacy parasol, and watched them as they continued on down the sidewalk. Beth felt elated, and deeply disappointed, all at the same time. Elated at seeing him again, and just SO disappointed, because he looked to be married…..

After a ‘fun filled’ afternoon ,of seeing the sights, Adam and Sarah had dinner in the hotel, then retired to their suite. They each sat on the balcony, to ‘people watch’, for a while. Adam was right - Sarah did enjoy the whole idea of having a balcony! When it got near her bedtime, Adam read to her, then put her to bed a little early - it was going to be a busy day tomorrow, after all. Once Sarah was asleep, Adam ambled back out onto the balcony again. His Pa and brothers were coming into town the following morning, to join them for breakfast, and to watch the rodeo, so he and Sarah were the only family members in the hotel that night….

Adam  tilted his chair back on two legs, and propped his feet on the balcony railing, enjoying the cooler night air, and looked forward to the rodeo, the following day. He reached for his bottle of beer, and poured himself a glass. He watched the people coming and going, below him, as he drank it - he hadn’t seen the street so busy, for a long time…. Then he suddenly caught sight of a young woman walking up the sidewalk, on the far side of the road. A woman of petite build, with long, light auburn, wavy hair, and a somehow familiar body language and movement. He suddenly swung his legs down from the railings, and, in doing so, his chair plopped down onto four legs again, nearly spilling his beer. He sat bolt upright in his chair, then leaned to rest his arms on the balcony railing, as he craned his head a little for a better look. Adam then stood slowly, and rested his hands on the railing, as his mind worked overtime…. ‘Could it be? Nah - too much of a coincidence…. But, she did LOOK a LOT like Beth…   Oh, come on, Adam, what are the chances?….’ Adam felt his heart race a little - what if it WAS her? He started thinking, excitedly, ‘ Turn around! Turn around!’ Of course, she didn’t, but she did suddenly drop the purse, she was carrying, and bent to pick it up. Adam leaned over the balcony railing, just a little further, for a better look, and she turned her face just enough for Adam to see her profile. Sure looked like Beth, to him. He thought calling out to her was ridiculous - what if it WASN’T her?…Besides, there was just too much noise from the people at street level, and  she’d probably never hear him anyway…. His first instinct was to run after her, but then his  ‘Pa’ instincts took over : he sure couldn’t leave Sarah alone in the hotel room… He watched as she entered the small boarding house, just a few doors further up the street - ‘ Bingo ’ had been called! Adam sat down again,  grinning, with great satisfaction. Seemed that within just  a few moments, he saw an oil lamp, shining through the delicate lace curtains in the upstairs, corner room, of the old boarding  house. So close, yet so far…. Right after breakfast with his Pa and brothers the following morning, he’d take a ‘little trip’ to that boarding house, and speak to its owner, about one of her ‘guests’ …..

When Adam awoke the following morning, he thought he’d let Sarah sleep in a little. As he stood before the small shaving mirror, he drew the straight razor’s blade one more time across his chin, removing the last of the shaving cream, and his whiskers. He smiled at the man in the mirror, as he thought of the woman he’d spotted the previous night - Beth, perhaps? - but knew he had to keep it from Sarah - for now… He pulled on his black shirt and buttoned it, then tucked in the shirt tail, and pulled on his boots. After buckling on his holster, and reaching for his hat, he walked over to Sarah’s bed, and shook her gently. “Come on, sleepy head, time to get up!” Sarah’s eyes fluttered open, and she smiled up at her Pa. She dressed quickly, in her ‘rodeo clothes’, and got ready for the day, as her Pa collected up, and packed, their things again.

When they walked into the hotel’s small restaurant, the rest of the Cartwright family were just entering it themselves, so they could enjoy breakfast all together that morning. They selected a quiet table in the back, then all sat down. Ben smiled at his young granddaughter. “Well, today’s the day Sarah - what you’ve been working towards all Summer!”  She smiled at him. “Yeah, Grampa Ben, I’m really excited. I can’t wait!” Hoss winked at his little niece, and grinned. “Guess today’s the day when you show the other kids JUST how it’s done, right Sarah?”  Joe grinned at his excited little niece.

“You’ve been getting some  real good ‘run times’ lately, Sarah. I’m really hopeful…” Adam smiled at his young daughter - he was real hopeful, too, about a COUPLE of things….A short while later, they were just about finished eating, when Adam glanced to his Pa. “Pa, can you watch Sarah for a while, please? There’s something I need to do - I’ll meet you down at the rodeo grounds, in about half an hour. ” Ben looked quizzical, but just nodded. “Of course, Adam. We’ll meet you down there.” Adam excused himself from the table, and Ben watched him leave, wondering what was going on this time…

Adam had soon stepped out into the street, and waited while the stagecoach rumbled by, before crossing. Such a feeling of anticipation, as he walked towards the boarding house, just a few doors down the sidewalk…

Adam opened the boarding house door to the sound of a small bell ringing out, overhead. An attractive, middle aged woman, hurried in from a large room, off the main lobby, carrying a handful of papers, as she approached him. “Good morning? May I help you?” He smiled at the woman, and held out his hand, to shake hers. “I hope you can. I’m Adam Cartwright, and I believe an old friend of mine is staying here.” The woman’s face lit up with recognition. “I’m Agnes. Oh, you must be Ben’s boy - the eldest, I seem to remember..” Adam looked surprised. “You know my Pa?” The woman smiled, and her eyes suddenly twinkled a little. “Oh, yes, I’ve known your Father for years…” Adam covered a smile - seemed funny that Pa had never mentioned the woman.. “Oh, I see.. Hmm… Anyhow, do you have a woman registered here called Beth? Her last name may be McCord..” The woman laughed. “Oh, yes, of course. Beth. A delightful young woman. May I call her for you?” Adam suddenly stiffened a little. “No, NO. I mean - well, it’s complicated. Could I just leave her a note?” Adam smiled at the woman again, and she gestured towards the small registry desk. “Of course, Adam.” Adam reached into his jacket pocket, and realized he had neither a piece of paper OR a pencil, and he blushed a little. “I’m sorry. Do you have any paper - and a pencil, perhaps?” The woman smiled slyly, again, as she slid open a small drawer, in the desk, and reached out the necessary items. “She must have been special to you..  ” Adam made no comment, but just blushed a little, again, and smiled in reply, as he started to compose the short note.

 

Dear Beth,

I spotted you last night, walking down the street, and I really need to see you.

I know it’s been a long time - and a lot of water under the bridge - but it’s important - to me, anyhow.

I’ll pick you up Tuesday evening, 6 o’clock, if that’s agreeable with you. Just to have dinner, and talk. Let me know, Beth. Send your reply, by messenger, out to the Ponderosa Ranch.

Adam Cartwright

 

Adam read the short note a couple of times, and thought it didn’t sound too desperate…A moment’s worth of lingering doubt told him he should sign his last name, just in case….

He looked up, to see Agnes smiling at him, as she held out a small envelope. He took it and, folding the message carefully, tucked the envelope’s flap inside, to safely secure the note, then wrote “Beth ” across the face of it, and thanked her. Agnes took the envelope from his hand, and placed it in Beth’s mail slot, behind the small registry desk. Adam turned to go, and he heard Agnes’s voice behind him. “I’ll see Beth gets it…  Good luck, Adam..” He turned, smiled, and doffed his hat at her. “Thanks again, Agnes..” then walked out into the street again, and headed for the rodeo grounds….A few moments later, Beth walked in from the large room, where she’d been helping Agnes with the morning cleanup chores. “Who was that?” Agnes smiled, as she handed her the envelope. “A very nice young man, far as I could tell. He left you a note…”

Adam made his way down the sidewalk, that was suddenly not as busy as it had been. He guessed just about everyone was headed to the outskirts of the town, to the rodeo grounds.  He made a stop at the hotel, to pay the bill and pick up their saddlebags of stuff, then he turned the corner, and headed for the livery stable. Miguel was busily cleaning stalls, as he entered the large stable. “ ’ Morning, Miguel”.  Miguel looked up for a moment, from his work, and smiled. “Hello, Adam!” Adam pressed a dollar bill into Miguel’s hand, then walked to the two adjoining stalls, where Sport and Rebel each stood, snoozing, after finishing their morning feed. He patted Sport on his neck, and Rebel reached her nose over to great him, too. Adam smiled at the little mare. If a horse could be called  ‘cute’, Rebel was. Barely fifteen hands tall, (a good  ‘hand’, or more, shorter than Sport ) ,with her flashy Appaloosa colour, nice conformation, and easy going nature, she really was just a nice little horse. Adam smiled at the little mare, as he reached out to stroke her face. “If you’re looking for treats, you’ve got the wrong person - Sarah’s not here…” He walked to the tack storage section of the stable, and hauled down his saddle, bridle and pad. He laid the pad on Sport’s back and swung up his saddle, then  cinched him up, and pulled on his bridle. He’d soon gotten Rebel’s saddle, bridle, and pad, too. Rebel turned her head to watch him, as he tacked her up. Adam smiled at the little mare again, and patted her buckskin coloured neck. “Making sure I do it right, hey, girl?”  He paused, and sighed. “Well, Rebel, guess it’s down to you today - do your best …”  He reached out to pat her neck again and, just for a moment, Adam hoped that, on some level, the little mare understood….Adam reached the two  saddle bags across the back of  Sport’s saddle, and tied them securely, then lead the two horses from the stable. He swung up onto Sport’s back and, leading Rebel, headed for the rodeo grounds.

It was easy to spot the “Cartwright contingent” in the crowds, surrounding the main arena. With the bright black and white colouring of Joe’s pinto,  ‘Cochise’, they really stood out amongst the sea of mostly plain chestnut or bay horses. Adam reined Sport to a stop, and swung down from his saddle. Sarah patted her mare, and smiled up at her Pa.

“You’re just in time for the bronc busting, Pa. Are you entered?” Adam smiled down at her little girl. “No, not this year, Sarah. I’ve got other things, right now, that are more important.” They all settled in to watch the show. Adam  swung Sarah up onto his shoulders - for a better view, for her. Rider after rider tried their best - either making the full ‘eight second count’, and staying on,  or being  tossed from the backs of the broncs. There were cheers and applause, or loud groans of disappointment, from the crowd, depending on the outcome of each ride. The show progressed onto bull riding, then cutting, and heading and heeling. The best scores, of each section, would move onto the semi finals, then the finals, on the third day of the rodeo. They were all enjoying the show, and each took turns being  ‘Sarah’s seat ’, as she was passed from one Cartwright man’s shoulders, to the other, as shoulders became tired….

It was early afternoon, when the barrel racing classes began. It started out with the ladies runs. Sarah watched in amazement - they sure were fast… Adam could sense what Sarah was thinking, and glanced up to her, on her perch, atop his shoulders “Yeah, they’re fast, Sarah. They’re also at least ten years older than you, and more experienced .You’re fast, too, remember, for your age group..” That seemed to settle her down, again. They watched each age group perform, then the announcement was made they’d all been waiting for, all afternoon.  “Could the contestants for the ‘under 12s’ barrel racing event meet at the main arena entrance, please.” Adam swung Sarah down from his shoulders.

“That’s you, Sarah. Let’s go!” Hoss smiled down at his young niece. “You show ’em how it’s done, Sarah!” Joe looked more nervous than anyone, “Now remember, Sarah - just like you’ve been practicing- keep those reins short, remember your lead changes, cut the barrels nice and close,  and let Rebel do what she KNOWS how to do!” Sarah smiled up at Joe. “Okay, Joe!” Her Grampa Ben patted her on her shoulder. “Good luck, Sarah!” Adam and Sarah hurried over to the class meeting point. It was a very popular class - about thirty five kids, with their horses or ponies, milling around the gate. The ring steward directed the kids into a line. Adam guided Sarah to the back of that line. It would be nice to know just what ‘time’ she had to beat, as her turn came up. They stood watching each run. Several were disqualified, outright, by going ‘off pattern’ and even more had  five second time penalties added to their run, by knocking over a barrel. Adam felt hopeful - maybe his girl could win that day. By the time it got to Sarah’s turn, the best time, so far, was 20.8 seconds. Adam remembered she’d easily made that time at home,  during her practice runs, several times. All she had to do, THAT day, was beat that time….The rest of the Cartwright family had joined them, to cheer her on, as Sarah’s turn neared. Adam heard Sarah’s number called, and swung her up onto Rebel’s back. “This is it. Show ’em how it’s done, Sarah!” He patted Rebel, as she walked away from him, and towards the opened gate of the arena…. Sarah could feel her heart just pounding in excitement. She took a big breath, then pushed Rebel into a few loping circles, to warm her up. With a sudden yank of the reins, she aimed her mare towards the first barrel, and dug in her heels. With a loud yell, she rounded the first barrel, then headed for the second. She felt like Rebel was galloping about a million miles an hour. She circled the second barrel, then pulled the mare’s head around, and tore towards the third, and final, barrel. As she rounded it, she could hear the crowd cheering, and caught just a glimpse of her family, who were all jumping up and down, and yelling, in excitement, too. For a fleeting moment, she thought she must be making good time. Then Rebel suddenly threw a buck. Sarah struggled to stay on, pushing her mare forward, towards the finish line… Rebel suddenly reared up, hitting Sarah in the face, with her neck, and Sarah fell to the ground. Then everything went black. The crowd gasped, as the Cartwright family leapt into action. Adam vaulted over the fence, and yelled out to Joe. “Joe, grab Rebel!” He rushed to Sarah’s side, and knelt down beside her. Lifting her head, he patted her face softly, and her eyes fluttered open. She gasped, as she tried to catch her breath, again. Adam sat her up, and gently rubbed her back. “Easy, Sarah, you’re just winded.” She got her breath back, after a few moments.  ”Did I win, Pa?” Adam smiled at her girl. “You sure did! You didn’t come off till AFTER  you passed the finish line, so it’s all legal. You beat your own ‘best score’ by one full second - your time was 18.8 seconds. Congratulations, Sarah!”  Adam hugged his little girl, and she hugged her Pa, as a cheer went up in the crowd : Sarah Cartwright, Barrel Racing Champ, Under 12s, for the year 1860! Joe led a slightly limping Rebel back to them again. “Rebel’s got a couple of welts on the inside of her groin - looks like wasp bites. No wonder she bucked and reared!” Sarah grinned, as Adam helped her to her feet again,  and patted the dust from the back of her clothes. She reached out, and hugged her little horse. “I just knew Rebel wouldn’t hurt me on purpose, Pa!” Adam smiled, as he reached one arm around his daughter’s shoulders, and reached out to pat the little horse, too. “We knew that, too, Sarah. Good girl, Rebel.” Adam lifted Sarah up onto Rebel’s back again, and led her from the arena, as the crowd burst into applause, once more. They were greeted by her Grampa Ben and Hoss, who were both just beaming at her. By the time Adam had led Sarah to the awards desk, to pick up her ribbon, trophy and the twenty dollar  prize money, a  real ‘shiner’ was developing around her right eye. “Does your eye hurt, Sarah?” She just shook her head. “No, Pa, why?” Adam half smiled. “Well, you’ve got one heck of a ‘shiner’ there…” Sarah looked to Joe, as the prize money was placed into her hand. “Pa, can I go with Joe, and get something with the money?” Adam grinned. “You sure can. You earned it, after all….” Joe and Sarah shared a secret smile, as Joe mounted  Cochise, then they headed to the  Lonestar Leather tack shop, where those fancy, black, men’s chaps were - a perfect birthday gift, for her Pa.

When they got to the tack store, and dismounted, Sarah practically dragged Joe into the store, by his hand. “Come on, Joe, hurry!” He just grinned at his young niece, as he was dragged  along after her. She took him right down the aisle, to where the chaps were on display. “Aren’t they just great, Joe?!” Joe smiled, as Jake, the shopkeeper, approached them. Joe just smiled to the man. “Do you have these in a size thirty four waist?” The storekeeper quickly checked his stock, then returned with the ‘treasured’ item, draped across his arm, and grinned at the young girl. “Here you are, Sarah. Though they look a little big for you…” He winked to Joe, and Sarah just replied. “Oh -they’re not for me- they’re for my Pa’s birthday!” She suddenly became serious. “But you can’t tell him - okay?” Jake suddenly looked just as serious. “Alright, Sarah, your secret is safe with me!” Sarah paid for the chaps, then Joe had a quiet discussion with Jake. “Joe here tells me that you won the barrel racing class today, Sarah. We have a special offer, just this rodeo weekend, for any class winners. How about adding your Pa’s initials, in silver, on the waistband, of those chaps?”  Sarah’s eyes just lit up. “Yes, please!” Jake opened a small accessories drawer, under the counter, and reached out a fancy scrolled silver ‘A ’ and a silver  ‘C ’, and, laying out the chaps carefully, attached the lettering. Sarah’s eyes widened even more, in the glow of those two letters….. “Thanks, Mr. Jones!” Jake just smiled - with the Cartwright’s being such good, long time customers, it’s the least he could do…  When they got outside again, Joe suggested he wrap the chaps in his bedroll, and tie them to his saddle, to disguise them, so her Pa wouldn’t see them. Sarah grinned. She thought that was a great idea…..

When they met back with the rest of the family, at the rodeo, the last class of the afternoon was just ending. Ben suggested a special celebratory dinner in town that night, and they all happily agreed. They rode up to the Baxter’s Restaurant, their favourite one in Virginia City, and dismounted. To say that Sarah was excited would have been an understatement. They practically burst into the restaurant, with Sarah leading the way. As they walked to a table in the back, Adam noticed a light auburn haired woman, sitting alone at a table, in a shadowy corner, her back to the other tables, reading, as she ate her meal. His heart took a leap - could it be? They took their seats at the large table, and Adam made sure he was facing that woman. They had soon ordered their meal, and the banter was light, as they ate. Adam just couldn’t take his eyes off that woman. Ben noticed, but said nothing. Part way through the meal, Adam pulled up all the nerve he could muster, stood up, and excused himself, and headed for that table…..

Beth was nearly finished her meal, and the chapter of the book she’d been reading, when she was suddenly aware that the shadow of a tall person had fallen across the table. She looked up, to see Adam standing over her. He smiled slowly. “Hello, Beth - may I?” He gestured to the only other empty seat at the table. She hesitated for just a moment, then nodded. Her heart was in her throat, as he sat down.  Adam rested his elbow on the table, then leaned his chin on his hand “Did you get my note?” Well, wasn’t he the direct one, she thought. “Yes, Adam, I did. But I don’t go out with married men…” Both of Adam’s eyebrows raised, just for a moment, as he gazed into her eyes. “What makes you think I’m married?” Beth shifted a little uncomfortably in her chair. “I saw you yesterday, walking down the street with your little girl…You brushed against my arm, as you passed me…” Adam remembered doing just that to some woman - he just hadn’t  realized it had been her…His mind raced for a moment - how to reply to THOSE  last comments - then - a white lie - “She’s not my daughter, she’s my - cousin, Sarah - the daughter of my Uncle John - my Pa’s brother - and my Aunt Mary, in Carson City…” Adam watched for any reaction to THAT comment, then he got one. He watched as Beth’s face suddenly went about three shades lighter, as she turned quite pale. Adam figured that the ‘penny had dropped’ far as Beth was concerned, but his  ‘ace -in -the- hole’ was that she didn’t know that HE knew EXACTLY Sarah’s relationship to the two of  THEM…Adam softened his tone a bit, as he reached for her hands, and held them gently. “Look, Beth, I know it’s been a long time, and we can’t talk about anything, right here, and now. But, we do NEED to talk. So, is Tuesday night alright with you?”  Beth just gazed into his hazel eyes - how could she say ‘ No ’, knowing what SHE knew - that that  little girl, with him, Sarah, was her own - THEIR own… She nodded slowly, and Adam stood up again.  ”‘Till Tuesday night, then…” He smiled slowly and winked, just before he walked back to his own table again, to rejoin his family…

When he sat down once more, Ben looked to his son. “Who was that you were talking to, Adam?” Adam just smiled. “Oh, just an old friend Pa…” He reached for his glass of beer, raised it to his lips, and tipped it back. It HAD been an extraordinary day……

The three days, before the date with Beth, went by slowly, far as Adam was concerned. It was finally Tuesday afternoon, and he sat submerged, in the bathtub, in his room, preparing for that all important date. He reached for  his razor, and set his  shaving mirror on a small table, beside the tub. He sometimes cursed the fact that he often had to shave twice in a day, especially if he was going on a date. He was extra careful that day, wielding the razor carefully - the last thing he needed was a shaving cut….He had soon removed the last of his whiskers, and dunked under the water again, to rinse off. He stepped out, and reached for his towel, and wrapped it around his waist. As he stood in front of the mirror on his dresser, combing his hair, he wondered, just fleetingly, if Beth was as nervous as he was - even though he was trying, very hard, to fight down that lingering nervousness…. He walked to his closet, and thought he’d  bring out, and wear, the ‘big guns’ -his best  white dress shirt, and his black  tie, pants, boots and jacket. Then he thought better of it - didn’t want to look TOO anxious, and desperate, and went with his ‘tried and true’ usual ‘all- in- black’ dress outfit, but with a black tie, for tonight. He dried off quickly, and dressed. He thought that a bit of cologne would go a long way - so he splashed a little on.  He reached for his hat, and placed it carefully on his head - then checked out the total  ‘look’ in his mirror, and smiled. He checked an inside pocket - cash, to finance the evening, and  Sarah’s birth certificate…

It WAS going to be a special date, after all….He was whistling, as he walked down the stairs. Ben was sitting in his chair in the great room, reading, and glanced up, as Adam reached the bottom of the stairs. He had no clue who Adam was seeing that night - as his son had been very secretive about it. But, after noticing his son in the restaurant, speaking to that strange woman - that “old friend ” -  after the rodeo, he had his suspicions…

Ben stood, then walked over to Adam, as he approached the door. “My, don’t we smell pretty?” His Pa grinned at him, and Adam made no comment, just smiled slowly.

“Thanks for looking after Sarah tonight, Pa - I really appreciate it.”  Ben smiled slyly again. “Alright, Adam, have a good time - whoever she is…” Adam buckled on his holster, opened the door, then closed it behind him again. Sport stood in the barnyard, waiting patiently, already harnessed up to the two seater buggy. Adam had cleaned not only the horse, but the harness AND the buggy, that morning. The whole rig, and the horse, just sparkled in the late afternoon sunshine. Adam climbed up into the seat and, pulling Sport around in a big circle, headed for the open road that led to Virginia City. He felt like he couldn’t get there fast enough….

When he pulled into Virginia City, he checked his pocket watch, and saw  that he was about twenty minutes early, for the date. He parked in front of the saloon, and decided that a drink was in order, to bide the time. He drove up to the boarding house precisely twenty minutes later, at six o’clock…..He opened the door to see Agnes working behind the small registry desk, and entered. Beth sat in a small chair, off  back in the shadows of the small lobby, partially screened by a drape, waiting for him. She took him in with one glance. The totally all-in-black outfit - that fitted his muscular physique so well - all topped off with his black hat with that silver studded hatband of his, and his black holster, hanging casually around his hips. And his face - she’d nearly forgotten just how handsome he’d turned out -  nearly eleven years on….

Adam stepped up to the desk. “I’m here for Beth…” Agnes smiled, and was just about to gesture behind him, when he heard Beth’s voice. “I’m right here, Adam..” She stood up, as he turned around, on hearing her voice. He nearly gasped - she looked just beautiful. A long, two tone  blue dress,  and her long, light auburn hair, neatly  styled ,and held in place, on top of her head, by a  single jewelled clip. A delicate, white, crocheted shawl, rested easily about her shoulders. He took one deep breath, exhaled it, and swallowed once, then held out his arm. “Shall we?”

Beth smiled as she walked over to him, then took his arm, as they walked through the door, and out into the street. Adam guided her to the buggy, and helped her up, then drove the couple of  blocks to the best restaurant in Virginia City - he’d made reservations - he was pulling out ALL the stops that evening…..He helped her down from the buggy again, then entered the swanky restaurant, and approached the desk. “Reservations for two, for Cartwright?” The maitre d’ nodded, and  reached for two menus, then led them into the dining room. It was panelled completely, in dark wood, with oil lamp sconces placed along the wall, and several bright crystal chandeliers hung from the high ceiling. The furnishings looked to be antiques, and the dining chairs were plushly padded. The warmth of the room was completed by the lush dark carpeting on the floor, and the single lit candle that  adorned  each table top……Adam held Beth’s chair as she sat down, then walked around the table, and took his own chair. The maitre d’ handed them their menus, “Enjoy your meals…”, bowed, then disappeared into the low light of the restaurant again. After a few minutes, their choices were made, and the meals were ordered. The waiter opened a bottle of wine, then placed it, and two wine glasses, onto the crisp white tablecloth, between them. Adam reached for the bottle, then poured them each a glass. He hesitated, just for a moment, then rose his glass, in a toast, and smiled. “To possibilities” Beth smiled, as they clinked their glasses together, then they each took a sip. Once they’d  lowered their glasses again, Adam reached for Beth’s hands, and took them gently into his own, ”Beth, I know we need to talk tonight, but how about we just  enjoy dinner, first? I thought we could take a drive out to Lake Tahoe afterwards. That should give us enough time, and enough privacy, for what has to be said…” She nodded in agreement.

“Alright, Adam…” She was relieved that he had said it - the ‘conversation’ pressure was off, for a couple of hours, anyhow…

They enjoyed each course as it was brought to them. Fresh crispy garden salad, then a  perfectly grilled steak, and a delicious dessert. Coffee afterwards, and a liquor….The most perfect dinner she’d ever eaten. She excused herself from the table, as Adam paid the bill. When she returned, she took his arm, as they exited the restaurant, and climbed onto the buggy again, for the ride out to Tahoe. The first mile or so was a little awkward, as neither one of them knew quite what to say, or how to begin the discussion.  Then, they suddenly spoke at once, and each laughed. Beth sighed. “Oh, Adam. I have so much to say - I’m just not sure where I should begin…” Adam sighed, too. “How about we begin at that Spring dance - that seems to be the catalyst of everything that followed - or didn’t follow…” Beth knew exactly which dance he was talking about - the first time they’d made love together.  Even though it had been initiated by herself, with a soft murmuring in his ear of  “Adam, I want to make love with you”, he had been so gentle, considerate and patient with her, that Adam had made her ‘first time’ seem like the most beautiful, and natural thing in the world, they could do together. From that moment she had felt, on the deepest, and most spiritual level, that they’d perhaps made something very special together that night, if only to them: a baby. Special, if only because it was hers, and Adam’s… How could she tell him, now, that they HAD conceived a baby that night? And that was the reason she’d left him, all those years ago, on the demands of her stern, and controlling parents? Just left him dangling, shattered, and alone? Giving that baby up to her Aunt - Adam’s own Aunt, apparently,  by marriage, to his own Father’s brother? All the times that she had so regretted that decision…..It was just a mess…..

She just turned to him, and the tears suddenly started to flow. “Adam, I got pregnant that night. I was just so scared, and my parents were so angry, they disowned me. I fled to my Aunt Mary’s home, in Carson City, and, well, she took me in. Her and her husband, John. My parents had made me feel so ashamed, and so poisoned my mind against you, that I gave the baby up to her, and her husband. I’ve always regretted it Adam. I always thought it was too late, to do anything about it….” Beth leaned her head against his shoulder, and sobbed uncontrollably.  Adam pulled Sport to a stop, and they got down from the buggy.

“You should have told me, Beth. I was the child’s Father - I had a right to know. I’d asked you to marry me, that very night - surely that meant to you, that I loved you?” She nodded her head in reply. “After you left me, Beth, I hated you for months, but,  that hate evaporated, and I started loving you, all over again, and always wondered what had happened to you …” Adam was thankful that he’d finally heard the story from Beth, herself, as painful as it had been to tell. “Well, I guess while we’re all confessing things, I have a confession to make, too. A little bit of information I found out, just a few months back, a full year after my Uncle John died …” He reached into his inside pocket, and pulled out Sarah’s birth certificate, and handed it to her. She read it through tear filled eyes, then looked up to him. “So, you knew?”  Adam nodded once.  ”Yeah. Well, like I said - I do now. My Aunt Mary had died years ago, but after my Uncle John died, just last year,  my Pa and my brothers and I got legal guardianship of Sarah. We were going to adopt her, this year, after the legal guardianship period. Then there was a custody battle, between an apparent other ‘Uncle’, and us. That’s when my cousin, Will, stepped in, with the story you just told me, and the birth certificate, proving that I was Sarah’s Father. And, well, that’s how Sarah came to live with us. First as my cousin, then as my own daughter….” Beth nodded, as she looked up at him again.  “I guess the question is - ‘where do we go from here’? ” Adam smiled down at her, and kissed her forehead. “Oh, Beth - we were both so young back then, weren’t we?  ‘Where do we go from here ’?  Well, how about Lake Tahoe, first, then - well, we’ll see…” Adam helped her back onto the buggy, then climbed back up himself, and slapped the reins on Sport’s back, once more, and trotted off down the road again. He was just so relieved that THAT  ‘conversation’ was over, and they could both just start to enjoy the evening again…            

Sometime later, Adam pulled  Sport to a stop, on a high ridge over looking Lake Tahoe. The rough, rocky shoreline was rimmed by pine trees. The trees continued on, and spread over the surrounding hills, for just about as far as the eye could see.  With  the deep gold and yellow tones of the sunset, reflecting  off the surface of the lake, ‘Tahoe’  really was putting on its finest show, that summer evening.. As many times as Adam had seen it himself, it could still take his breath away, with its beauty. Beth turned to him. “Oh, Adam, it really is beautiful, isn’t it?” He just nodded in reply, and smiled, as he looked at her, then, stepping down off the buggy, walked to her side, and held out his hand. “It looks even nicer, from down here.” Beth took his hand, and stepped down off the buggy, and suddenly shivered as she did so. “Are you cold?” She smiled, “Maybe just a little. I should have brought a heavier wrap.” Adam smiled, as he took her gently into his arms.

“How’s this?” She smiled up at him. “Yes, that’s much better…” Adam looked down into her bluer than blue eyes, and realized he just couldn’t hold back any longer… So he kissed her. Deep, and warm, and…. Beth pulled away just for an instant, as if making a decision. She looked up into his questioning, hazel eyes, and the confused expression on his face. Then she kissed him back. Soft and warm, but picking up speed. As Adam felt first the softness, then the insistence, of her lips, on his, he instinctively moved his hand  slowly down her back, till it came to rest just below her waist, then he gently pulled her towards him. All his memories from nearly eleven years ago came flooding back, and he suddenly felt like a nineteen year old young man in love, all over again, with all the emotions, and physical reactions that  brought about…………..

Damn! That was one ‘card’ he hadn’t meant to play this first night, together again, and he suddenly pushed back a little. Maybe she hadn’t noticed……

“Adam, what is it? Is anything wrong? ” Adam just looked skyward, for a moment, and rolled his eyes, and chuckled, then let out a loud sigh, as he looked down at her again.

“No. That’s the problem. Everything’s just fine - and in perfect working order…” Beth blushed a little, in spite of herself, as she caught the gist of his comment, then smiled up at him.  ”Oh, Adam. It’s alright. I feel the same - it’s just not quite as obvious ……”   Adam smiled down at her, as he moved in just a little closer again, and wrapped one arm around her slim waist. “Oh, you don’t think so?” He brushed one finger lightly across her lips, then traced that same finger down one cheek. “Looks pretty pink to me. And your eyes are suddenly a whole lot bluer. I notice things like that, too, you know. Besides, if your heart was beating any faster, I could turn mine off, and let yours do the work of  both of them….” Adam winked at her, and smiled again, that gorgeous smile, with those dimples, she just couldn’t resist, and those hazel eyes, she just couldn’t stop gazing into….  She just smiled in reply - he really DID remember her  ‘tells’ -  just like a seasoned card player.  Or, a seasoned lover. Adam took Beth tenderly into his arms, once more, with a sigh, and they kissed again. No woman before, or since, had had the power to make him feel the way he did right now. No woman had had that power to make him feel more important, or less significant, like Beth once had, and he was achingly aware of that little fact… He was also acutely aware just where Beth’s emotions were leading her, as her  hand had come to rest on his belt buckle. He was so suddenly caught up in the moment, he was just about to make his move, too, and hesitated. As her hand hovered there, all the yearnings came flooding back, and he just closed his eyes for a moment, in anticipation… but just for a moment….. Most any other man would welcome the  advances of a woman as beautiful as Beth - but he wasn’t ‘any other man’… Adam’s  cooler head  prevailed, as he remembered he’d been here before with her - nearly eleven long years ago, and he remembered the cost…..He gently grasped her hand and, raising it to his lips,  gently kissed her fingers.  “Beth, you know that NEITHER of us can start something, we shouldn’t be finishing - not tonight. Don’t get me wrong - my feelings are the same. It’s just that it’s too soon. It’s just so important - I need to know…” His voice trailed off for a few moments, as he tried to collect his thoughts. Emotional as they were…When he finally did speak again, his voice was little more than a hoarse, emotional whisper. “We need time Beth, okay?  I need time…Trust me on this one….” Beth looked up into his hazel eyes, and saw the emotion there,  and realized that his last few words had almost sounded pleading. Then she remembered that it was SHE that had left HIM dangling, and so very hurt, and shattered, all those years ago, and she understood. She made a mental note, to herself, to never hurt him like that again. She  reached her arms around his neck, and kissed him very softly, and gently.  “Alright, Adam…” As she rested her cheek against his chest, she could feel his chest rise and fall with each breath he took, and  she  heard the slow rhythm of his heartbeat, so familiar and, somehow, reassuring…. Adam reached his arms around her, too, and nestled his cheek into her hair, and closed his eyes, and just held her there for a while, relieved  that she understood…..

Their embrace was interrupted several minutes later by the low nickering of  his horse, Sport, who had stood so  patiently, in his harness, waiting for them. Adam smiled down at her. “I guess he’s right - it’s getting late - we’d better get back to town.” They walked hand in hand back to the buggy, and Adam still held her hand, as he helped her up into the seat once more.  He climbed in beside her and, slapping the reins lightly on Sport’s back, turned the buggy around, then headed back down the long road that led back to town. Beth pulled her shawl tighter around her shoulders as, since the sun had disappeared, it felt quite cool. As they drove along, under the canopy of a  velvet black sky, splashed with stars, Adam reached under the seat, and, pulling out a small lap robe, passed it to her, with a grin. She pulled it up over herself, and Adam put one arm around her, too  - just to be sure she’d be warm enough. Beth rested her head on his shoulder, with a sigh. He pulled Sport back down  into a walk again. This was one evening he just didn’t want to have to end, any sooner than it had to……

Adam pulled up in front of her boarding house some two hours later. He hopped down from his seat and, walking to Beth’s side, took her hand as she stepped down. They walked to the door together, and Beth hesitated before she entered, and turned to him.

“Will I see you soon?” Adam looked into her beautiful face, with those bluer than blue eyes, and smiled, then just drew her into his arms, and kissed her.  “You just try to keep me away…” He paused for just a moment, as he held her there. “Would tomorrow be too soon? Seems we still don’t know that much about what we’ve each been doing the last ten years. I quit college that semester - after you’d  left - always thought I’d get that fourth year, and get my degree, but it never happened. I moved back to the Ponderosa, with my family. Been there ever since, being a rancher.  Hmm.. It’s a good life. How about you? ” Beth sighed, as she lowered her eyes. “Well, I got my teaching certificate, and that’s what I’ve been doing, for all these years. Matter of a fact, I start teaching right here in Virginia City, once school gets back. And, another thing…” She paused, just for a moment, then -  “I was married, Adam, for seven of those years….   ”   “Married?!”  He sounded surprised, but, if he was true to himself, he suddenly felt more envious, than surprised. After all, why should he be surprised? She was a beautiful woman - in every way - and he’d been ready to marry her himself….  “Yes, Adam. I met Calvin soon after I’d left you, and Sarah, behind. I guess I was looking for happiness, again, so I married him, and thought that I would be happy. Well, it turned out he was cheating on me just about right from the start. I thought perhaps having a family would help, but even that was never to be. I guess, looking back, it’s a good thing we never did have any children, the way it turned out.” She paused, and raised her eyes to look into Adam’s again.  “How could I ever be truly happy, with a man that I never really loved? Not like you, Adam…” She lowered her eyes again, as a  tear  trickled down her cheek. Adam gently wiped it away. It suddenly occurred to him that he wasn’t the only one hurting here…He reached up to that jewelled hair clip of hers, and removed it. Her hair tumbled softly down her back and shoulders, and he sighed, as he ran his hand gently through it. He smiled slowly, as their eyes met again. He’d made his decision.   “Well, Beth, I think that it’s time that Sarah met her mother.” Beth looked doubtful. “What if she doesn’t want me? I’m the one that gave her away, when she was just a little baby…” Adam remembered back to a bedtime conversation, just a few days before, when Sarah had asked him just about the same question, of Beth…  “I wouldn’t worry about that, Beth. I think Sarah needs you, just as much as you need her. And you do have that little ‘invisible thread’…” Beth looked up at his questioningly, and Adam smiled again.  ”Something I  told Sarah, once.” Beth buried her face in his shirt, as her emotions got the best of her again, and he just held her there, for a while…. “So, how about it, Beth? I can pick you up tomorrow, rent you a horse, and take a little riding tour of the Ponderosa - umm, you can  still ride, right?” Beth looked up at him, as she wiped away the tears, and smiled.  “Yes, Adam, I can still ride….” He nodded once. “Well, good. I will pick you up at, say, noon?” She just nodded and smiled. He kissed her one more time. “Till tomorrow, then.” Beth went inside and closed the door. Adam turned to walk back to the buggy - he felt like he was walking on air. He climbed up into the seat, then the first thing that he did was untie  his tie, and popped open the first few shirt buttons at his neck. THAT felt better….He looked around and, realizing that the street was empty, at that late hour, he slapped the reins on  Sport’s back, and the horse loped off. Adam had been on the Ponderosa just about his whole life, so, he couldn’t deny it : he still had the heart, and the soul, of a cowboy. A very happy cowboy… All that could be heard, as Sport loped off into the darkness, with Adam controlling the long lines, was a very loud “Yaaa Hooo!”

 

In spite of the very  late hour that Adam had returned home, and finally gotten to bed, he was up just as early as usual that following morning. His Pa, brothers and Sarah were already just seated around the dining room table, and Hop Sing was serving the  breakfast, as he sauntered down the stairs. “Well, good morning everyone!” He strode over to the table, and was whistling , as he sat down. Ben looked from Hoss to Joe, then to Adam. “Well, someone’s in a good mood this morning…” Adam rested his elbows on the table, then rested his chin on his fists. “Yes, Pa, I am. Had a very nice dinner, with a very lovely lady, last night…” Ben interjected.  ”Who shall remain nameless?” Adam just nodded. “Yes, for now…”    He slapped his hands together ,then  rubbed his palms, as a wide grin reached from ear to ear.  “Hop Sing, whatever that is, I’ll take a double portion, please…”Adam was suddenly aware that all eyes were on him - where did HE suddenly get the appetite of Hoss? He just glanced around the table, and his hazel eyes  suddenly looked all innocent. “Well, I have to keep my strength up…” They all went back to their meals, except Ben, who smiled at his eldest son. His suspicions, about who Adam’s date had been, that previous night, were getting stronger and stronger…….

By the time the meal was done, Ben thought that his eldest son was about to explode, he just looked so happy. Hoss, Joe and Sarah excused themselves from the table, to begin their chores for the day, leaving Ben and Adam there, enjoying a second cup of coffee.

Ben just looked to him, as the door closed behind the other three. “Well?”

Adam just leaned back in his chair and sighed, as he lowered his coffee cup down to its saucer again. “I found her, Pa. I found Beth…” Ben just nodded, and smiled. “Was that the  ‘old friend’ in the restaurant, the other night?” Adam just smiled - seemed that the term  ‘old friend’  just really didn’t describe her at all, and sounded so much less ,than what she really meant to him. “Yes, Pa. We had a very long talk, and sorted things out.  She’s very much the girl I knew. Oh, a little older, a little wiser, perhaps, but still sweet and gentle. Pa - I know we have a future together.” Ben looked to his son, and thought that, being his Pa, it was his job to play the devil’s advocate. “I think I know how YOU feel, but does Beth feel the same about you? It’s been a long time, son. I don’t want to see you get hurt again, by her.” Adam raised his eyebrows momentarily, then he remembered their conversations, how she’d felt in his arms, and just how natural it had ALL felt - like no time had passed at all… “I believe she does, Pa.” Adam winked, and a sparkle appeared in his hazel eyes, and a sly smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

“Besides, she has just enough ‘fire’, too, to keep it interesting…” Ben smiled slowly, and knew that Adam was old enough to know his own heart, mind, and woman, after all. “Fair enough, son. So, when do we get to meet her?” Adam shrugged. “I was going to meet her today, and bring her out for a ride, on the ranch. That is, if you’ll look after Sarah again? If you can’t, maybe Hoss or Joe …” Ben held up one hand and smiled again. “No, Adam. Of course I’ll look after my own granddaughter. Especially since she’ll be, perhaps, getting her Mother back.” Adam smiled at his Father. “More coffee?” Ben nodded once. “Yes, Please…” Adam stood, and  carried the coffee pot to his Pa’s  end of the table. He hesitated, just for a moment, then reached one arm lightly around his Pa’s shoulders, as he refilled his cup.  “Thanks, Pa…”  That eldest son of his had always been a bit of an enigma to Ben. Most people, looking in from the outside, would think Adam to be ‘cold’, but Ben knew better. There had been a lot of tragedy and loss in Adam’s life, as a young child, so he didn’t show his feelings easily now - perhaps a type of coping mechanism, so he wouldn’t get so easily hurt the next time. Ben just had to remember what a wonderful older brother he had always been to Hoss and Joe, or even as a Pa to Sarah,  to know what a big heart his son really had. When Adam did let his ‘guard down’ enough to show his feelings, or  physical affection, to his Pa, it made it even more meaningful to Ben.

Adam walked across the barnyard to the barn, and sat on the small bench by the barn door, then called his girl over. “Sarah, can you come here for a minute? I have something to tell you.” She put her pitch fork down, and was soon sitting beside him.  “What is it, Pa?” Adam looked into the little girl’s face, and could suddenly see a bit of Beth there, too,  and he smiled.  “I’ve got a bit of good news - I found your Ma, and, well, she’s right here in Virginia City.  She’s who I was with, last night. We had a nice dinner, then a nice long talk. Sorted things out. I’d like you to meet her, Sarah. I’m picking her up around noon, and taking her for a little riding tour of the ranch, then , she’ll be having dinner with us.” Sarah looked down at the floor for a moment, then up to her Pa again.  “I’d offer to go with you, but  I guess you’re taking her for a ride, so you two can be alone together…”  Adam laughed  at his precocious little girl. “Well, yes - that’s the general idea, for this ride anyhow.… Are you SURE you’re only nine years old ?!” Sarah grinned. “No, Pa, I’m nearly ten. Four more months.” Adam ruffled her hair.

“Sometimes, Sarah, I feel like you’re closer to MY age, than your OWN. So, it’s all set?” She nodded. “Yeah, okay. Should I have a bath or anything and do I have to wear a dress? ” Adam grinned. “No, Sarah, you’re fine. Just a little wash, then put on some clean clothes, after your chores are finished. You can wear whatever you feel comfortable in - your Ma’s coming to see YOU - not what you wear, Sarah. Beside - you’re a ‘rancher’ now - just wear what a  ‘rancher ’ would wear…” Adam smiled and winked at his daughter. Sarah tilted her head thoughtfully to one side. “That’s not gonna change, is it Pa?” Adam put one arm around her shoulders. “Of course not, Sarah. You can keep right on helping us brand the calves, herding the cattle, and fixing the fences. You’ll always be my best little helper, around the ranch. ” Sarah reached her arms around her Pa’s  neck, and gave him a hug. “Thanks, Pa…… I’m glad you found Ma! ”  Adam sighed, and hugged her back. “Me too, Sarah…”

When Adam entered the front door of the boarding house just before noon, he could  see Agnes working behind the small registrations desk, and smiled. “’Morning, Agnes. I’ve come for Beth…” Agnes looked up from her paper work. “Oh, yes, Adam. She asked me to send you right up when you got here. Second floor, room ten.” Adam climbed the stairs two at a time, and walked down the long hallway, then tapped at the door “Who’s there ?” Adam grinned - who else would it be? “It’s me, Beth, Adam..”  “Come in..”

Adam opened the door to the little room, and Beth greeted him. “Sorry, Adam. I still have to change. Afraid I’m running a little late - I was helping Agnes this morning and lost track of time. Sit down - I’ll be right with you..” She stepped behind a small privacy screen. Adam looked around and saw that the only thing to sit on that wasn’t the bed was a tiny chair beside the window, so he sat there. Adam  noticed an ornate over turned picture frame, on a small table beside him, and his curiosity got the better of him. He reached out , and flipped it over. It was a picture of him, at about nineteen years old - had he really looked like that?  - he looked like such a kid, with all that dark wavy hair, and that impish grin. Nice to know that she’d kept a picture of him,  though, at least. Kind of like the one that he still had tucked away in his dresser, of her at eighteen, taken about the same time……..  Just at that moment, Beth stepped out from behind the screen, and Adam quickly flipped the picture over again, and stood up. Beth smiled at him.  ”Do I look alright, Adam? Some women wear those baggy  riding culottes, but I prefer these. More comfortable for riding.” Adam looked at her slim figure, in the slim line jeans, and the pretty blouse, with her hair tied back in a long ponytail, at the nape of her neck, and nodded. “You look just fine to me….” Beth reached for a small paper  bundled package on her bed, as she caught Adam looking around the room. “I’m afraid it’s not very uplifting, is it? I hope to rent a small house, perhaps, once I get back to work being a teacher in a few weeks. For now, I guess this will do…” Adam grinned. “Nothing wrong  with this little room - I think it kind of suits you - What’s in the package?” Beth smiled up at him.  ”Oh, just some sandwiches - hope you still like cheese and pickle…” Adam smiled. “You do have a good memory, don’t you?  And you  know the easiest way to a man’s heart, too - right through his stomach…” Adam leaned to kiss her, and stole a glance at the bed again.  “I guess we’d better get going….” Beth noticed that glance, and smiled. “Yes. I guess we’d better…”

In no time at all, they were out on the street again. Adam swung up onto Sport’s back, and held out his hand. “Come on, I’ll give you a lift to the livery.” Beth grasped his hand and, putting one foot in the stirrup, swung up behind him. Beth grabbed the back of the saddle, and Adam turned his head just a bit to look at her. “You’d better hang on better than that - we’re loping there.” Beth laughed, and reached her arms tightly  around his waist. “Okay, Adam. At least if I fall off, you’ll be coming with me! ” Adam chuckled, “Not much chance of that happening….” and dug in his heels…..

It wasn’t long before they’d gotten to the livery stable, chosen Beth’s mount - a handsome dapple grey gelding - and were heading out to the Ponderosa. As they rounded a bend in the road, Adam pulled Sport to a stop. “Well, Beth. This is where the Ponderosa begins - all one thousand square miles of it.” Beth looked around her- it looked just like paradise. All she could see was acre upon acre  of lush green grasses stretching away from her with trees dotted here and there and, way off in the distance,  pine covered mountains. She could hear a stream splashing and tumbling on its way along, a short distance away.

“Adam, it’s beautiful. I can’t imagine owning that much land - you and your family are very lucky.” Adam just smiled. “Yeah, lucky, I guess, but it took a lot of years, and a lot of hard work, to get it to the size it is now. Come on, I’ll take you to the lake - by the scenic route.” They rode off the dusty main public road that winded its way through the ranch, and headed off across a meadow. They had ridden along for a couple of hours, when they came to a ridge. As they got closer, and looked over the edge, Beth could see a very large herd of cattle in the valley below.  “Is that your cattle herd, Adam?” He reined Sport to a stop. “Well, that’s a part of it. Looks to be about three hundred head or so. We have about ten thousand head, at any given time. We tend to keep them segregated, into smaller herds. Easier on the pasture, keeping them rotating around, and, if an illness breaks out, it’s easier to contain. But, enough shop talk……” Adam grinned and winked at her, and dug in his heels and loped off across the sunny meadow. Beth laughed, and took off after him. They reined their horses to a stop under a small stand of trees on the far side. Adam reached for his canteen, removed the top, then handed it to Beth. She drank it gratefully - she hadn’t  realized how thirsty she was, as she’d forgotten to bring her own. She passed it back to Adam, who also took a long drink, then splashed a little on his face. He replaced the top again, with a smile. “That’s Ponderosa water - best tasting water anywhere.” He paused. “Are you hungry yet?” Beth considered that. “I guess I could eat a little something…” Dismounting, they secured their horses, then sat in the shade of a nearby tree. As the sandwiches were passed between them, Adam stretched along the grass on his back, and rested his head on Beth’s lap, as she leaned her back against a tree. She reached her arms around him- it felt so right…  “Adam, tell me about Sarah. I only knew her till she was about three months old…” Adam looked up at her. “That must have been really hard…” Beth just nodded sadly. “I guess I first saw Sarah at about four months old. I remember she looked like a little angel - all that short, dark, wavy hair and those enormous hazel eyes. You know, it’s funny, Beth. But I never really felt like her cousin at all - I always felt much more paternal towards her, not like Hoss and Joe. I thought it was because I was so much older than them - but, maybe it was something else….They’d rough house and play with her a little - I was the one that taught her things. I taught her how to swim and how to ride… From about the age of four, Uncle John would send her out to the ranch, to stay with us, for a few weeks every summer.  Guess he knew that, sooner or later, I’d know the truth about her, and was giving me the chance to bond with her. She used to follow me around like my little shadow…..” Adam smiled at the memory. “She’s really smart and intelligent, Beth, and will give you an argument about just about anything, if she thinks she’s right. And, sometimes, she can even be a little stubborn…” Beth smiled down at him. “Not unlike yourself?” Adam grinned up at her. “Yeah, I guess that’s where she got it from. Guilty as charged…..Hmm…It takes a while for her to take to people though, Beth. She’ll hold back a bit, studying someone,  kind of  trying to figure that  ‘someone’ out…” Beth’s voice was suddenly a whisper.  “Like her Pa?” Adam glanced down. “Yeah, I guess she is. But, once she’s made up that little mind of hers, about you, she’s a very loving little girl…” Beth nodded once. “Also like her Pa - except for the little girl part……” Adam smiled up at Beth, as he reached his arms around her, and  gently pulled her down to lay beside him. Beth rolled onto her back, as Adam reached his arms around her, and they kissed. Adam propped himself on one elbow, as he reached one arm tenderly around her waist, and gazed into her bluer than blue eyes. “Beth, is it too soon?” She looked a little puzzled, but there was a teasing tone in her voice. “‘Too soon ’, for what?”  Adam smiled slowly.  “Too soon to ask you a question I asked you nearly eleven years ago?” Beth smiled up at him. “No, Adam, it isn’t too soon. And, yes, I will marry you.  Um - That is the question, I hope?” Adam just threw his head back in laughter.  ”Well, I wasn’t going to ask you for another sandwich! ” Then, he just gazed at her with those hazel eyes of his, and seemed suddenly serious. “Are  you sure, Beth?” She lowered her eyes, then looked into his again. “I’ve never been so sure of anything in my life, Adam…” He drew her into his embrace again, and they kissed. Long and warm and deep….

They were interrupted by the sound of the horses snorting, and Adam finally looked up. “Wonder what’s gotten into them?” Standing slowly, he walked over to where they were tied, and  realized that a snake was winding its way through the grass between them. The rental horse suddenly threw back his head, and his reins came unravelled from the tree branch, and dropped to the ground. He stood for just an instant, absolutely bug eyed, then wheeled away. Adam called a firm “Whoa!” to Sport, and the horse froze on his spot. The rental horse was long gone, and Adam looked after it in disgust. “Guess HE was never trained how to ‘ground tie’ properly….” Adam ambled back over to Beth, then lay down beside her again, propping himself up on one elbow. “Now, where were we?” Beth reached one arm around his waist again and ,smiling, pulled him a little closer…  Adam just grinned that grin of his.  ”Oh, yeah……………………….”

Adam awoke a while later to find Beth asleep in his arms .He glanced down to see his own bare chest and,  for just a fleeting moment, he wondered what had become of his shirt, then he smiled, as he remembered……

He kissed her gently, and stroked her cheek. “Beth, wake up..” Nothing. “Beth?” Then he raised his voice, just a little. “Mrs. Cartwright? ”  Her eyes fluttered open, and she stretched leisurely, then smiled up at him.  “You wouldn’t change your mind, would you Beth?” She just shook her head, and her hair cascaded down his arms and chest.

“No, never…..” Adam traced one finger gently down her cheek. “‘Mrs. Cartwright’. I do like the sound of that…Hmm.. ‘Love honour and obey’ -  I kinda  like the sound of that, too…” He went to kiss her, and Beth backed off, just for a moment, and grinned. “Love and honour - yes. But obey? We’ll see…” Adam smiled again.  “Oh, I do like a woman with a bit of fire…” And he kissed her, and, this time, Beth let him….  “Well, if we want to get to the lake, we’d better get moving…” Adam reached for his shirt and, pulling it on, buttoned it, then searched for his belt….Beth just lay back in the grass, still looking very contented, watching him as he redressed, and she smiled very slyly. Adam noticed that sly little smile, and  gently pulled her up into a sitting position, and started rebuttoning her blouse, too. Adam winked at her. “We’d better get moving, before I change my mind…” Adam stood, then pulled her up  into his arms. “Do you know what, Miss Beth  McCord?  You have just made me the happiest man on earth…” Beth gazed up into those hazel eyes of his and , just for a moment, thought she might JUST fall into them, all over again……..  “I feel the same, Adam…”

Adam took her by the hand, then grabbed Sport. “The lake is about half a mile, that way, on the other side of those trees. Guess we can walk there?” Beth just smiled, as she reached her arm around his waist. “Yeah, I think I have some  energy left…” Adam just smiled down at her, as he reached one arm around her waist, too….What a woman!

As they rounded the stand of trees, the land opened up into an enormous grassy meadow. At the back of that meadow was Lake Tahoe, with the row of snow topped  mountains standing, like silent sentries, on the far side. The view was fantastic, and it just about took Beth’s breath away. “It’s so beautiful, Adam. I guess we couldn’t see it last night, in the dark.” Adam shook his head.  ”No, we couldn’t . See that flat up there? That’s where we were….I was kind of waiting for the right time to show it to you. It’s called Bourne’s Meadow - it’s named for the family that used to own it years ago, before Pa bought it. It’s the purchase that completed the Ponderosa. Come on…” Adam led her to just about the middle of the huge meadow, then stopped. “Well, this is the place. Right here. What do you think?” Beth turned around slowly, taking it all in- the whiteness of the snow on the mountain tops in the distance, the darkness of the pine trees growing down  their slopes, the  clusters of pine trees scattered along each side of the meadow, the blue of the lake and the colourful wild flowers growing amongst the tall meadow grasses at her feet. Beth smiled.  ”It’s nice, alright. But what is ‘this place’?” Adam smiled slowly. “Well, if you like it too, it’s where I’m gonna build our home. ” Adam started pacing out some distances. “The barn can go over there. And a couple of paddocks. A work shop…” Beth just spun around to face him again. “Our home?!” Adam shrugged and half smiled.

“Well, yeah - we gotta live somewhere. It might as well be here. I was thinking of building it mostly like the ranch house - only a little bigger and fancier -more windows..” Then he winked. “And more bedrooms - if you’re in agreement…” Beth just rushed into his arms. “YES!” He smiled, and winked. “Oh, good. Glad you like it….” Adam rested his cheek against her hair, and they just stood there for a while, in that sunny meadow, in that warm embrace….

 

Adam glanced up, and noticed that Sport was wandering a little farther away than he liked, grazing. “Oops, there goes our ride. We’d better catch up to him!”  He walked over to the horse, and grabbed his reins, as Beth joined him. “Alright. Up you go. I’ll take the back seat this time….” Beth swung up into the saddle, and Adam climbed up behind her.  “I don’t mind riding on the back, Adam..” He just smiled, and kissed her cheek, as he reached one arm around her, to grab the saddle horn. “I mind.” Lifting the reins with his other hand, he dug in his heels and they loped off, towards the distant ranch house.

When they rode into the barnyard later that afternoon, it was very quiet - there seemed to be no one else around.  Adam swung down, then Beth dismounted, and just looked around in awe.  The  huge rambling ranch house stood in all its majesty - she’d never seen a ranch house that large before. The walls were of dark, square hewn logs, and the large porch roof overhang started at the doorway and ran right along to the far corner of the house. It looked just like Adam has described it - right down to the red and pink roses growing in a large planter, just to the right of the doorway, whose creeping stems spread up onto its roof, and the pots of pink and red geraniums, sitting on the window sills. Adam started to lead Sport into the barn, as Beth followed him. “It looks just like you said it did, Adam. It’s beautiful.” He just smiled. “Thanks. We call it home…” He tied Sport in the aisle, and quickly removed his tack, then turned him out into the paddock. As they walked into the house together, Beth took in the great room, as she looked around. It was just magnificent. Many of the  furnishings looked to be antiques, for the most part, and one wall was completely taken over by a mammoth size stone fireplace - more than tall enough to stand in. Adam saw her looking at the fireplace, and smiled. “Pa never wanted ANY of us to be cold in the winter, in case you’re wondering why it’s so big…It can practically heat the whole house..” She just grinned in reply. “Beth, you can freshen up a bit, if you like.  Upstairs.” He led the way, and she paused, for just a moment, on the landing, to take in the room one more time. She hadn’t even noticed the office area, with a large, leather topped desk, with a map of the ranch hanging on the wall, above a green leather chair, that sat behind that desk.  When she saw that map, she got a real idea  of just how big the ranch really was - all one thousand square miles of it. Adam led the way down the carpeted upstairs hallway, then paused at the entrance to his own room.  ”There you are. Fresh water in the jug, soap and clean towels. Help yourself, and I’ll be right back.” She entered the large bedroom, and thought it looked just the way she imagined. A large, comfortable looking brass bed - with its shiny finish - with a green and  white patterned bedspread. Just a couple of small floor mats, here and there, as accents, on the wood plank flooring. A few pictures on the wall - mostly of New England, where he was born, and the ships the area was noted for. A large collection of books stood in a bookcase, across one corner. As she walked to the washstand, she noticed a small framed picture on a side table, by the window. She recognised it to be his Mother - as he looked so like her - with the same dark, wavy hair, and the similar features.  She thought how proud that Mother would be to see what a fine man her son had grown into….

Adam continued on down the hall, and knocked at Sarah’s closed door. When there was no answer, he opened it, to find Sarah asleep, laying on top of her bedclothes, surrounded by some of her toys. He walked over to the bed, then sat down beside her, and gently shook her shoulder. “Wake up,  Sarah. It’s just about time for dinner - and, your Mother’s here.” She opened one eye, and looked at him. “Five more minutes?” He just laughed. “Okay, five more minutes. But hurry down, when they’re done…” He walked out of her room, and continued on till he came to his own room again. He paused in the doorway - he could see Beth brushing her hair, as she stood before his mirror. He’d always loved that light auburn hair of hers……He smiled, as he crossed his arms and leaned against the door frame. “Just about ready?” She hadn’t noticed him there, and jumped a little at the sound of his voice, then laughed. “I hope so. Do I look alright?”

Adam stepped into the room, and took her in his arms, as he looked into the mirror at the two  reflections, looking back at him. “You look just beautiful…” Beth smiled at his reply. Adam guided her to the doorway. “Sarah’s in her room - she’ll be down stairs in a few minutes…” They walked down the stairs together, just as Ben, Hoss and Joe came bursting into the great room.  The three Cartwright men were busily removing their hats and holsters, as Adam and Beth walked across the great room together. Ben turned to her with a smile, as Adam introduced her. “Pa, Hoss, Joe. This is Beth.” Ben reached out his two hands, and took hers into his, as he greeted her. “Well, Beth. So glad to finally meet you.” She just smiled. “Thank you, Mr. Cartwright.” He just shook his head, with a smile. “That’s far too formal. Just Ben will do, Beth…” Hoss reached out his hand, and shook hers - perhaps a little too vigorously… “I’m Hoss. Glad to meet you, Beth.” Joe stepped in, as a wide grin spread across his face. “Hey, Adam. I don’t remember you telling us how pretty Beth was…”Adam just grinned and winked at Beth. “Now, just settle down, little brother - she’s spoken for. Beth, my kid brother, Joe…” Joe just laughed, as he reached to shake her hand. “Glad to meet you, anyway, Beth.”

They retired to the great room, and made themselves comfortable on the various chairs around the fireplace. Adam guided Beth to the settee, where they sat side by side.  Ben grinned slyly - Adam  had reached one arm gently around Beth’s shoulders, and they had gazed into each others eyes, and smiled. It sure looked like love, to Ben...

A few moments later, Sarah appeared, hesitatingly, on the staircase. Adam grinned, and nodded slowly at her, and she walked over to them.  Adam stood, as she reached the settee, and reached one gentle arm around her shoulders. “Sarah, this is your Mother.” Beth just looked into Sarah’s little face, as the little girl held out her hand, to shake hers - she looked just like Adam… With a quiet, and shy, “How do you do?”, and a fast handshake,  Sarah  quickly sat on her Pa’s other side, and looked up at him. He just smiled, and winked at her. Well - so far, so good….

A moment later, Hop Sing appeared out of the kitchen “Dinner ready, Mr. Cartlight!”

Adam held Beth’s chair out,  immediately to the right of him, as she sat down, then they all took their regular places around the table. A large platter of steaming roast beef was passed around the table, followed by various trays of cooked vegetables, as they filled their plates. The talk was light around the table  that night - mostly ‘shop talk’, and where various projects stood, around the ranch. Sarah was keenly aware that she was being stared at, as she ate, and she knew who by….. Beth kept offering her more vegetables, and more meat, and more everything, as Sarah’s plate contents were taking on the proportions of Hoss’s - till she, finally,  politely declined, again. When Beth tried forcing some more broccoli on her, Sarah had had enough, and finally raised her voice - no more pleasantries -  “I said NO!” Adam just looked at her, and their eyes locked.

“Sarah - go to your room, please.” She just crossed her arms, and stuck out her lip.

“But, Pa!”  Adam held that gaze a moment longer, and knew that he had to diffuse a real situation that was arising, right before his eyes, between the ‘two women’ in his life….

“NOW, Sarah.” She stood up with a loud. “Hmmph..” and stumped off across the great room, then disappeared upstairs.  Beth was about to speak, when Adam held up one hand, to politely stop her, then calmly dabbed his mouth with a napkin. “Would you all excuse me, please?” He stood slowly, and calmly walked across the great room, and continued on upstairs.  When he reached Sarah’s room, she was sitting on her bed. Her chin rested on her knees, as her arms were wrapped around her raised, and bent, legs. Adam crossed his arms, as he leaned against the door jam. “Do you have any particular reason for behaving like you did?” Sarah turned her face to him, and scowled. “I’ve got a good reason - she kept staring at me, and trying to make me eat more than Hoss, himself..” Adam stifled a smile - well, that just about covered it. “Okay, Sarah. Just making sure that I saw what you did. I’ll have a quiet word with your Ma.  You can stay up here, for a few minutes, till you calm down a bit. Dessert’s in about ten minutes or so - so you can come down again, then.” Sarah sighed. “Okay, Pa…” Adam turned to go back downstairs again, then raised his eyes to the heavens, and shook his head, and sighed. “Women…”

When he joined the family at the table again, he smiled as he sat down. “Sarah’s fine. I’m afraid someone  just over estimated how much she could eat, and she got upset…” He glanced to Beth, and she just looked down for a moment, and smiled when she looked up again.  “I’m sorry, Adam. I guess  I’m just catching up on nearly ten years of  NOT being her Mother.” Adam half smiled. “Well, you’d better not get carried away, or she’ll be the size of Hoss, before long…” Even Hoss laughed at that remark….They had  all settled into eating their dinner again, when they were rejoined by Sarah a few minutes later, for dessert. Adam tossed her a sideways glance, and winked, and Sarah knew everything was okay again.

When they all retired around the great room, after dinner was finished, Adam glanced to Sarah. “Sarah, why don’t you show your Ma your room?” Sarah looked from Beth, to her Pa, and looked a bit doubtful, but said. “Alright, Pa…” She led the way upstairs, as Beth followed closely behind.  They walked down the carpeted upstairs hallway, and Sarah stopped at the door beside Adam’s room. “This is it…” Beth stepped into the small room, and looked around, as Sarah followed her in. A small, darkly stained wooden bed stood in the middle of the room, its headboard resting against one wall. A matching wardrobe and chest of drawers stood along  opposite walls, with a washstand under the window, that looked out over the mountains in the distance.  Then there were the toys - several shelves of books, various puzzles and games, and stuffed animals - and one small doll, in a pretty,  lacy dress, sitting on an apparently special, separate, shelf. Beth lifted the doll up, and smiled. The doll’s little embroidered face smiled back at her. “Does she have a name, Sarah?” Sarah smiled sadly. “Her name is ‘Emily’ - my first Ma and Pa gave her to me, when I was really little…” Beth suddenly felt guilty - if  she’d  made the right decision, years before, she and Adam would have been her ONLY Ma and Pa….Beth moved to the bed, and sat down, then patted the bed beside her. “Come sit down, Sarah.” The little girl followed suite, but sat a bit away from her. At first Beth  was concerned, then she remembered what Adam had said about Sarah “holding back a bit , ‘studying’ someone - kind of trying to figure that ‘someone’ out”  and she realized that that was exactly what Sarah was doing with her. She just hoped that she’d  ‘pass muster.’ “I’m so sorry that I gave you away, Sarah, though just  saying ‘sorry’ doesn’t seem like enough, somehow. When I think of all the years of your growing up that I’ve missed… there hasn’t been a day that passed, that I didn’t regret that decision. I’d like to try to make it up to you….” Sarah looked into her Mother’s eyes, and held that gaze for a few moments. She was so much like Adam - that solemn gaze, just like his, that gave nothing away…then Sarah stood up. Almost like she’d made some sort of a decision. “Do you want to meet my horse, Rebel? We won the barrel racing contest - she’s  really fast…” Sarah proudly showed Beth  her trophy and the ribbon, then  Beth stood slowly, and followed Sarah to the door, and continued downstairs. The great room was very quiet. Ben had drifted off in his reading chair, his opened book on his lap, and no one else was there. Sarah looked up to her Ma. “They’ll be outside, feeding the stock…”

When they reached the barnyard, Adam had just come out of the barn, leading that elusive, dapple grey, runaway, rental horse. He smiled. “Look who found us. At least we can take him back into town tonight. Sarah, why don‘t you saddle up Rebel, and run the barrels, show your Ma how it’s done? ”  She just grinned. “Alright, Pa! ” He put the rental horse into one of  the corrals, for ‘safe keeping’, as Sarah rushed into the barn ahead of them. Adam reached one arm around Beth’s waist. “Well - how’d it go?” Beth just shook her head, and sighed. “I just don’t know, Adam. I tried to apologise for giving her up - for everything…. She can be very  hard to read…” Adam grinned, as he leaned to kiss her cheek. “Give her a bit more time, Beth. I know she’ll come around - I did …” He led her towards the barn. “There’s someone I’d like you to meet.” Joe and Hoss were busy bustling about, finishing up their share of the feeding chores, as Adam walked into the barn, and stopped by the second stall. “Here he is - this is Jupiter - my stallion. I caught him on the open range - trained him- he’s really good working with cattle - a real natural. He can rope, and cut -  I’d like to stand him in a breeding program, once we have our own place. Breed them, train them. Something I’ve always wanted to do, in addition to the cattle, of course.”

The stallion looked magnificent. Jet black, and muscular looking, with just a small white star on his forehead - and very quiet, and well behaved, for a stallion.  Adam held his halter. “Come and meet Jupiter..” Beth held out  one hand, and stroked the animals face, and Adam grinned. “See? He’s real gentle. You just have to remember he IS a stallion, though…” Just then, Sarah led Rebel past them, and the stallion did a little rolling nicker in his throat, as a greeting,  and Adam pushed him back a bit, then chuckled. “He does like the ladies …  Come on, let’s go watch Sarah.”

As they walked to the paddock, Sarah was already warming Rebel up, loping around in wide circles. Beth looked on in amazement. “She’s a great little rider, Adam.” He grinned. “Living on a cattle ranch, she has to be.  She can herd cattle, rope a little, and she can wield a branding iron pretty well, too. She was a pretty  fast study - I taught her how to ride when she was just six. She has no fear - you just watch her - and she’s really good at those barrels…” The words were no sooner out of Adam’s mouth, than Sarah had pulled Rebel’s head around, and pointed her towards the first barrel, and, with a loud yell, booted the little mare forward. They turned the first barrel, then the second, then tore towards the third. Sarah was grinning most of the way - yes, she enjoyed it that much….. As she tore down from the third barrel, and crossed the ‘finish line’, she pulled Rebel’s head around again, to  ‘run out’  her energy, then pulled her to a stop, and jumped off.

“Well, what do you think?!” Adam turned to Beth. “Well, Ma, what do you think?” Beth just laughed. “That’s amazing, Sarah - I can see how you won that trophy!” Sarah grinned at her Pa. “Can I do it again, Pa?!” Adam just nodded and smiled, as he reached for Beth’s hand. “Sure, Sarah. Go ahead..” So off she went, in a cloud of dust. She’d soon jumped off, when she reached the finish line again. Adam swung the paddock gate open. “That’s enough for now, Sarah. Why don’t you go put her up in the barn?” Adam reached out and ruffled her hair, as Sarah walked by him, leading her little mare to the comfort of her stall. Adam reached for his jacket, and pulled it on, then reached for Beth’s hand again, and started leading her towards the back of the barn. When they got there, they sat down on a large log, and looked out over the vast, lush green pastureland that surrounded them, and that reached to the  rolling hills in the distance. Adam suddenly gazed off towards those rolling hills, and spoke quietly…...

“Beth, this is JUST the life I’d like to lead - raising a family on a cattle ranch. Breed a few horses. Train them…Sarah loves it here. And, yeah, I guess one day the Ponderosa will be passed down to her generation. That’s why my Pa and my brothers and I have tried so hard to turn her into a rancher - like preparing her for that future, and the responsibility that goes with it…” He looked at Beth again, and smiled slowly, then shrugged. Beth just smiled,  ”That’s a beautiful dream we can BOTH share, Adam…” They leaned in to kiss each other. That kiss  was interrupted by a small girl, clearing her throat, and they each looked up. “Excuse me, Pa, but do I need to take a bath tonight?” Adam grinned, as he stood up, and pulled Beth to her feet, too. “No, Sarah. You’re fine - tomorrow will do. We’d  kind of like your company when I take your Ma home, though. Better bring your jacket, too, Sarah.” Adam winked slyly at Beth, then turned to Sarah again. “I guess I can do that, Pa..” She skipped off, back towards the front of the barn again, as Adam and Beth walked along behind her. Adam chuckled a little, as he walked along, and Beth looked at his questioningly. “What’s so funny?” Adam grinned a little.

“You two, I guess. Have you decided what to call each other yet? I remember that when I first told Sarah that I was her Pa, just a few months ago, I gave her a choice to call me Adam or Pa - whichever she felt comfortable with. She called me Pa right away - but, then, she’d known me her whole life - since she was a baby. You may want to do the same thing, Beth. I think that right now even Sarah doesn’t know what to call you, till she gets her feelings for you sorted out a bit. At least if she called you Beth, it would be better than  ‘Hey, you’ I guess…” Adam threw Beth a sideways glance,  to see Beth’s reaction to his idea, and she just smiled slowly. “I think you’re right, Adam. I know I can’t expect too much right away. Like you told me - give her the time. I hope it doesn’t take too much time, though. I’d love to hear her call me Ma…” Beth reached one arm around Adam’s waist, as she leaned to rest her head on his shoulder. Adam smiled again, as he reached one arm around her shoulders. “I know what you mean. That first time she called me ‘Pa’ - I’ll never forget the feeling of that very  moment, as long as I live…”

When they reached the front of the barn again, Beth went into the house, to say her good-byes, as Adam hitched the little bay mare, Betsy, to the smallest buckboard, for the ride into town.  Beth came out of the ranch house a short time later, as Adam tied the rental horse to the back of the wagon.  He helped Beth up, then hoisted  up Sarah, and took his seat between them. It occurred to him that this was their first drive together, as a family, and he smiled….

They’d driven along for a while, enjoying the scenery of the Ponderosa. The dusty road winded its way between lush pasture lands on either side of it. The sun had started to dip lower over the distant hills, as Adam spoke. “Sarah, your Ma knows you don’t know her very well, yet. She thinks you can call her Beth for now, till you get used to the idea..” Sarah considered that statement. “Sounds alright to me, Pa.” She paused. “Pa, is it okay if we sing   ‘Sweet Betsy from Pike?” Adam just nodded. “Sure Sarah. How about you start us off?” He tossed a wink to Beth, who just smiled in reply. Sarah was in fine singing form that evening - a talent she had inherited from Adam -  and her Pa and Ma had soon joined in.  By the time they reached the last verse, of that lengthy song, they had started laughing, as they were ALL trying to out sing each other.  Adam smiled. “I think we sound pretty good together - if I do say so myself.” Sarah giggled. “You should have brought your guitar, Pa.” Adam laughed. “Next time, Sarah. If  your Ma , or you, don’t mind doing the driving..” Beth smiled. “Sarah, I remember when your Pa used to play his guitar, and sing to me. That was a long time ago, though…” Adam smiled at the memory, too. “Your favourite was  ‘Early One Morning’, wasn’t it?” Beth just nodded her head slowly. “Yeah, it is…” Sarah’s face lit up. “Why don’t you sing it, Pa - that’s my favourite one, too!” And so he did. By the time he’d finished, Sarah was starting to nod off, and he put one arm around her, as her head plopped against his chest - she was fast asleep. Beth smiled. “Oh, Adam, our little girl is just so cute.” Adam grinned. “Yeah.  I just have to sing that song to her, if she’s tired, or it’s near her bedtime - it’s been able to put her to sleep since she was just little.  Works every time. Something to remember, ‘Ma’, in the future…” Adam winked, and Beth knew exactly what he meant…..

They’d driven along for some time, the only sounds being the occasional night bird and the singing of the crickets in the tall grasses at the side of the road, and the creak and jingle of the horse’s harness. The sun had fallen behind the hills, and the sky was turning a brilliant shade of magenta and gold. Adam smiled to himself - the two women in his life sure liked their ‘comforts’ - dozing off ,on a buggy ride, being one of them…. There was Beth on his left, her head resting against his shoulder. Sarah had slowly slid down, and her head now rested in Adam’s lap, and one  small arm had reached around his waist. He grinned, as he thought that it was fortunate that at least ONE of them could stay awake… When a chorus of coyotes starting howling, seemingly fairly close by, Adam chuckled a little, as he  gently patted Beth’s face, to rouse her.  “Watch this, Beth. I think our daughter is about to wake up…” Sarah did suddenly awake with a start, and Adam rested one gentle hand on her back. “Easy, Sarah, you’re safe - I’m right here…” He rubbed her back gently, as she settled back to sleep again, and Beth smiled at him. “Oh, Adam, who’d have thought you’d make such a good Pa?”  There was a bit of a teasing tone in her voice, and Adam grinned. “Well, I’ve had her whole life, pretty much, to practice….” He paused, as he realized what he’d just said. “Beth, that didn’t come out the way I wanted it to….” He turned his head to look at her, and their eyes met. One tear fell down her cheek, and Adam reached one arm around her. “I’m sorry, Beth - come here.…” He kissed her gently. “Well, Miss McCord. I don’t know about you - but I think it’s high time we set a date.” Beth smiled at him, again. “You just asked me today!  Well, you’re not backwards, in going forwards, are you?! ” Adam grinned.  ”No - I’ve been told that. Besides, the sooner we set the date, the sooner we can begin building our home, in earnest. We have a few months left before the winter snow really arrives. The fall round-up is coming up in just two weeks.  Once that’s done, I can dip into the pool of ranch hands for some extra help. I’ll dig out the ranch house building plans in the next few days - have a look at them - see where any changes need to be made. Get a crew in to start felling trees and get a hold of Frank, at the mill, to start processing them. I’d like to have the main support beams in the ground, the outside walls up, the second story floor in place, and the roof on, before the snows really start to build up. The interior I can work on, in just about any weather.” Beth sighed. “It all sounds so exciting, Adam. Far as ‘setting the date’ : I did the whole ‘big wedding’ thing the first time around, and look how that all ended up! I’d be happy with just a small wedding, right in the current ranch house, if possible. We don’t need a ‘big wedding’ to prove anything to anyone, really, do we?” Adam smiled. “You know - I just love my  practical, and sensible, girl - I concur.” Beth suddenly had a little smile on her lips. “Adam, I can help out in the whole construction thing. Being raised on a dairy farm, my Pa made sure I learned how to ‘swing a hammer’, too, you know.” Adam raised his eyebrows momentarily, as that little devilish grin of his spread across his face. “You can ‘swing a hammer’, hey? Now you’re talking.” Beth laughed. “Oh, sometimes, you’re just impossible! ”  Adam joined in that laughter. By the time they were within a mile or two of town, Sarah had awoken again. She raised her head slowly, and looked around. “Are we nearly there, Pa?”    “Yeah, Sarah. About a mile or so.” Sarah glanced over to her Ma. “Beth, where did you grow up?” “Way back East, Sarah, where I first met your Pa, when we went to college. My parents had a little dairy farm on the outskirts of Boston. I grew up helping my Pa look after the cows, and milk them, just the way you help yours.” Sarah tilted her head thoughtfully.  “Gee, we don’t have to milk our cows.  Their calves do it for us, till they get a little bit bigger, and get weaned.” Beth grinned - she hadn’t really considered the main difference between beef cows and dairy cows before.  “That’s right, Sarah. But the milk from our cows was sold to the townspeople.  You sell yours for meat - we kept ours for milking.” Sarah wrinkled her nose a little. “Oh.  Sounds like a lot of work to me. We just have to watch our cattle, and move them around, and round them up once a year, or so, to go to market.” Adam grinned broadly. “Yeah, Beth, that’s all we do. That, and helping them give birth in a spring  blizzard. Sarah, only you could make it all sound SO easy!”  Beth grimaced at Adam’s last remark. “‘Helping them give birth in a spring blizzard’?! That must be tough. We kept our cows, that were in calf, in a big loafing shed, as their time got near. Guess you have just too many to do that with, though? ”  Adam nodded.

“Yeah. I remember a couple of years back there was a really bad, freak blizzard, in the late spring, right when just about all the cows were calving. I was checking part of the herd, with Hoss, and we came across one cow that was having a real hard time. I thought we’d have to shoot the cow,  to put her out of her misery. Hoss suggested I just have a ‘feel around’, to see what the problem was. So, there I was, stripped off to the waist, lying in a snow bank, with my arm right up inside a cow, having a ‘feel around’. Didn’t take long to realize that the calf’s head, and one front leg, was bent back. That cow kept contracting, and pushing, on not only the calf, but my arm - it really hurt!” Adam sighed at the memory. “I was about to give up, thinking that it had been too long, and that the calf was probably dead, anyhow. Then that little calf suddenly sucked my fingers - it was still alive. Well, I just kept right on trying, at that point… I finally managed to get his head turned, and his leg unbent, then he just ‘popped’ right out…” Adam grinned, as he remembered the satisfaction of that moment. Sarah looked at her Pa, wide-eyed. “That’s really neat, Pa - I hope I can do that one day!”   Adam just shook his head and smiled.

“Well, Sarah, I would hope you’d never have to. For the cow’s sake, and your own. But, being a rancher, you have to face the very real possibility that it could happen, one day…”

They dropped off the rental horse, then pulled to a stop in front of the boarding house. Adam jumped down, went to Beth’s side of the wagon, and took her hand, to help her down. “Sarah, can you watch Betsy, while I walk your Ma to the door?”  “Sure, Pa. Bye, Beth!” “Good-bye Sarah - see you real soon..” Sarah watched as her Pa and Beth walked hand-in-hand to the door, together.  They stood real close, facing each other, each smiling at whatever the other one was saying. And they were even  holding BOTH their hands together, now…Sarah couldn’t remember when her Pa had ever looked so happy. Her Pa and Beth suddenly both laughed, and that happy sound reached Sarah’s young ears, and made her suddenly feel really happy, too. She watched as her parents held each other so close, and kissed each other ‘good-bye’. Her Pa opened the door for her Ma, then she was gone. Adam turned to walk back to the wagon, with a smile on his face.  He climbed up into his seat, and was just about to turn Betsy around, when Sarah suddenly grabbed his arm. “We can’t go home yet, Pa…”Adam just looked at her quizzically.  ”What are you talking about, Sarah? We have to go home - we don’t live here…” She gazed into her Pa’s eyes, and those two sets of hazel eyes just locked. “We have to ask her to marry us, Pa, before she goes away again…” Sarah suddenly broke down in tears, and Adam took his little girl into his arms.  He could feel her little heart just pounding, right through her shirt, and  against his . “Oh, Sarah. Do you really mean that? You’re sure now?” He felt her nod her head, against his shoulder. “Yeah, Pa. I really really mean it. I want me and you and Ma to be together.” Well that was the one word Adam had longed to hear, too - she’d just called Beth  ‘Ma’. Adam reached into a jacket pocket, and pulled out a handkerchief, as Sarah pulled back to arm’s length away from him again. “Well, Sarah, we’ll just have to go right upstairs and ask her then, won’t we?” Adam grinned, as he wiped Sarah’s tears away. He stepped down off the buggy, and reached Sarah down, into his arms.  He put her down again, as they reached the door, and opened it. They’d soon climbed the stairs, and walked down the long hallway that led to Beth’s room. Adam winked at Sarah, just before he raised his hand to knock the door.  “It’s  Adam and Sarah, Beth. We have to ask you something…” Beth opened the door with a puzzled look on her face. “What is it, Adam?” He winked slowly, and Beth caught that wink.  “Well, Sarah and I were talking, out on the buggy there, and she thinks that we should marry you. What do you think?” Sarah suddenly tugged at his sleeve. “No, Pa, You have to get down on your knee!” Adam grinned, as he complied. “Sorry, Sarah. I’m a little new at this. Well, Beth, will you do me the very great honour of being my wife, and Sarah’s  ‘Ma’?” Beth smiled. “Sarah’s ‘Ma’?!” Sarah suddenly  just reached her arms around her Ma’s waist and hugged her. “Yes, please…” Beth gently stroked her young daughters hair. “Yes, I will.. to BOTH of you!” Adam stood, and pulled both the women in his life, into his arms. As they parted from that hug, Sarah looked up at her Pa. “Pa, I have to go to the bathroom…” Beth nodded towards her door. “Right across the hall, Sarah.” The little girl hurried off. When the door was closed, behind her, Adam pulled Beth into his lap, as he sat down on the bed. He wrapped his arms around her, as he gazed into her eyes. “You know, if it weren’t for Sarah, I wouldn’t even be here right now…” Beth tilted her head to one side. “What do you mean, Adam?” Adam smiled slowly. “Well, it was something that Sarah said just a while back. She mused that if my Uncle John had lied about being her Pa, perhaps he’d even  lied about you being dead. It’s what got me to thinking, too, Beth, and sent us both on a trip to Carson City, to check the death registries. And, of course, you weren’t there. Then, just a few days later, you spotted Sarah and me in Virginia City, then I spotted you. Strange, isn’t it, how fate can step right in sometimes?” Beth smiled, as she gently stroked his cheek, and gazed into those hazel eyes of his.  ”Yes. Strange. But kind of nice, too.” They leaned in to kiss each other. “You know, Beth. I think we should really make Sarah part of our wedding vows, because of all that. After all, if it weren’t for her… We can keep it a secret, though. What do you think?”  Adam looked hopefully at his fiance’, and she just smiled. “Oh, Adam, that’s a wonderful idea - I can just about see her face now!” They kissed again, just as Sarah re-entered the room, and looked from her Ma to her Pa. “Pa, why don’t we just stay here tonight - a sleepover could be fun!” Adam and Beth just looked at each other, both suppressing  a smile, then Adam cleared his throat, as he cocked one eyebrow, then looked down into the face of his girl. “Well, yeah,  Sarah, that sounds like a great idea, but, practically speaking,  where would I sleep? The bed’s only big enough for two.” He winked to Beth, as Sarah considered what he’d just said. “You’re right, Pa. We’ll just have to go home, I guess.” Adam half smiled. “Yeah, I guess so.” Adam grinned, and his mind wandered a bit, as he thought of the ‘wonderful possibilities’ if there’d only been him and Beth there, to consider. He held that thought for just a few more moments, really enjoying it…. then - “Are we still on for Sunday, Beth? You mentioned about a picnic earlier.” She nodded once. “Absolutely. I make the best fried chicken around. Pick me up for ten?” Adam smiled. “Sounds fine with me.” Sarah suddenly looked from one to the other - that was the day of her Pa’s surprise birthday party that her Grampa Ben and Uncles had been planning for weeks…if they went on a picnic…”Ma, can I talk to you for a minute - in private, please?”  Adam shrugged. “See you Sunday, then, Beth - I’ll leave you ladies to it. I’ll meet you back at the buggy, Sarah.” Adam turned to go, then closed the door behind him.  Sarah was about to speak, when Beth knelt down in front of her. “Yes, Sarah, I know all about the party. Your Grampa Ben and Uncles told me about it earlier this evening, when your Pa was hitching up the horse. The picnic is a nice way to keep your Pa busy, while they get the house ready - but it’s our secret. Okay?” Sarah threw her arms around her Ma’s neck. “Okay, Ma. See you Sunday!” Beth hugged her daughter, then Sarah hurried back downstairs, and joined her Pa, for the long drive home.

By the time they were halfway home, Sarah had ended up lying across the seat, her legs dangling over the armrest, her head resting in her Pa’s lap - it was way past her bedtime, after all. Adam had pulled the small lap blanket over her, to make it cosy.  She lay on her back, pointing out some of the constellations, till she suddenly spotted a very bright star, and pointed up at it. “Look, Pa - that’s a really big star.” She paused just for a moment, then recited an old verse:

“Star light, star bright,

First star I see tonight,

Wish I may, wish I might,

Have this wish, I wish tonight…”

Adam smiled down at his daughter. “I remember saying that verse myself, Sarah, when I was just about your age.” Sarah giggled. “Oh, I say it every night, Pa. Usually right after my prayers, though. You know - just in case God is too busy listening to someone else, to listen to me. Kind of like a ‘back-up’, I guess.” Adam just laughed. “Well, I guess we all need a ‘back-up’. What would your wish be, Sarah?” She didn’t need to consider that question for more than a moment. “Oh, I already got my wish, Pa. It happened tonight, right in Ma’s room…” Adam just smiled, and thought “Amen” to that. It wasn’t too long before Sarah had fallen asleep, and Adam continued that trip, under that velvet black, star splashed sky, alone with his thoughts.