Summary: One of Adam’s retired professors visits the Ponderosa for a vacation; involving the entire family in his latest art project.  Is Virginia City ready for the newest Adonis?

Rating:  T   WC 10,100

 

Adonis in the Wilderness

 

Adam leant against the pole of the stage office as he watched the stage pull in. He waited until the dust had settled before straightening up and looking eagerly at the passengers as they dismounted. The last one to get out was a grey-haired man with a neatly trimmed beard, dressed in fashionable clothing. He straightened up his suit, looked around and smiled at Adam before walking towards him. “Adam Cartwright,” he said warmly as he shook his hand. “I’d have known you anywhere. Even in …” He looked Adam up and down. “ … your western garb.”

 

Adam shook the other man’s hand enthusiastically. “Quite a bit different from what I used to wear all those years ago at college isn’t it Professor?”

 

“Please call me George,” said the Professor. “After all these years and all our correspondence I think you’re entitled to. And yes, you do look different … but it suits you young man.” He looked around the town. “So this is the West you talk to me so much about?”

 

“This is it,” said Adam. “Here … I’ll get your luggage for you. Which one is yours?”

 

“These two bags and that long one there,” said George. “I’m sorry that there’s quite a bit, but the long one has my art supplies in it. I was hoping to be able to do some painting while I’m here. After your description of the scenery around these parts I’m quite looking forward to it. Your descriptions have led me to believe that it’s quite spectacular.”

 

“It is indeed,” replied Adam as he led the way to the Cartwright buggy. “I’m sure you’ll like it.”

 

They got into the buggy and Adam took the reins. As they headed down the street, George sat back on the seat and sighed. “It’s so good to finally be here,” he said wearily. “It’s an awfully long way from Boston Adam.”

 

“You don’t need to remind me,” said Adam. “I love my home out here of course, but there are times when it just feels so isolated. I miss the culture and activity of back East at times. I’m looking forward to catching up on all the news.”

 

“Well I don’t know if I have much news so to speak,” said George. “Since I retired from the university last year I’ve been leading a quiet life.”

 

“Well you’re looking good,” said Adam, giving the man an appraising glance. “Retirement must agree with you.”

 

“Still, I’m a bit different from that old art professor who taught you all those years ago aren’t I?” said George. “A bit greyer for a start.”

 

“Well maybe a bit,” admitted Adam. “And you were never old George. You used to get around quite well.” He grinned as he remembered some of the social events in those days. “I loved your drawing classes too, even though I only did a couple of semesters of drawing classes to help me with my engineering course.”

 

“You were a good student,” said George. “Oh!” He stared in wonder at the scene before them as they rounded a bend in the trail. He appraised the blue serene lake spread out before them with an artist’s eye, noting the different shadows as the clouds passed across the sky above and the impossibly tall straight pines that encircled the blueness of the lake.

 

“Like it?” grinned Adam, drawing the horses to a halt.

 

“Like it!” breathed George, still staring at the scene. “I don’t need to tell you it’s magnificent! I’m really going to have to paint this!”

 

“Well there’s plenty more views like this,” said Adam, hitching the horses up again.

 

“If that’s the case, then I’m going to be very busy,” said George. “You certainly didn’t exaggerate Adam. This is beautiful countryside.” He spent the rest of the journey to the ranch enthusing over the different views they passed and reminiscing with Adam about the times they knew each other in Boston.

 

“Pa is looking forward to talking with you about Boston,” said Adam. “He has many fond memories of living there years ago.”

 

“Ah yes. I remember you telling me that you were actually born there,” said George as they rounded the bend that led them to the side of the barn and towards the house.

 

“I was,” replied Adam. “My mother’s family came from there. When I was at college I lived with my grandfather. Ah … here’s Pa now.”

 

Ben Cartwright came forward with a large smile on his face and held out his hand to George as he got down form the buggy. “Professor Hickson,” he said. “I’m so pleased to meet you. Adam has told me so much about you.”

 

“Please call me George,” said the man as he shook Ben’s hand. “And the pleasure is all mine sir. Thank you so much for inviting me to stay.”

 

“Call me Ben,” said Ben. “Adam has fond memories of you in Boston George so when he told me that you’d retired from teaching and suggested inviting you for a visit I was more than happy to agree. I hope you’ll enjoy your time here with us.”

 

“I’m sure that I will,” said George. “Adam has shown me some wonderful scenery on the way here.”

 

“George is hoping to do some painting while he’s here,” explained Adam.

 

“Well that’s fine,” said Ben enthusiastically. “From what Adam tells me, you’re quite an artist.”

 

“Thank you,” said George. “I do enjoy my artwork and now that I’m retired I have more time to indulge myself. I’m always looking for a good subject and the scenery around here is perfect. I’m sure that I’ll go home with quite a few canvases done.”

 

“Please come in,” said Ben as he and Adam picked up George’s bags. “You can have a rest before supper. The boys will be home later and you can meet them.”

 

“Ah yes,” said George as he followed Ben and Adam into the house. “Hoss, is it? And Joe?”

 

“That’s right,” said Adam. “You’ve got a good memory.”

 

“Well you certainly talked about them enough all those years ago,” said George as they entered the house. “Adam was considerably homesick for a while there you know Ben.” He looked around in awe. “Beautiful,” he breathed. “What a magnificent room.”

 

“Thank you,” said Ben. “Now, Adam will show you upstairs and you can rest. I’m looking forward to talking later at supper about Boston if you’d indulge me.”

 

“I will indeed,” said George as he made to follow Adam. “One of my favourite topics.”

 

 

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“This is my brother Hoss,” said Adam as the big man walked into the room. “Hoss, meet Professor George Hickson.”

 

“Pleased ta meet ya Professor,” said Hoss, giving the man a shy smile as he took off his hat. “Adam speaks real well of ya.”

 

“Pleased to meet you Hoss,” replied the Professor, shaking Hoss’ hand. “He always did of you as well. Let me see if I can remember …. You’re the one who loves animals and is an expert on the land around here.”

 

Hoss looked pleased at the description. “Well I don’t know if I’m an expert,” he said. “But I sure love this land and I try ta know as much as I can about it.”

 

“I’d love to learn from you then,” replied George. “Landscapes are one of my passions and I was hoping to do some painting while I’m here. Perhaps you could point me in the direction of some of the best spots?”

 

“Be pleased ta Professor,” said Hoss, beaming at him. “And there sure are some mighty fine spots round here which ya can paint.”

 

“That sounds fine,” said Ben, slapping Hoss on the back. “Now let’s get to supper before Hop Sing’s food is ruined.”

 

“Joe not making it home tonight?” asked Hoss as they all slid into their seats around the table.

 

“He’s coming back from Carson City,” explained Ben as he began to dish out the meat. “He could be a bit late.” He hesitated and listened for a moment. “Ah! That sounds like him now.”

 

At his words, the front door opened and Joe entered the room. He flung down his saddlebags and took off his hat and coat, talking all the while. “Hi everyone,” he said. “I just made it in time. That bank draft went through fine Pa.” He smoothed down his hair, took off his gun-belt and continued. “You should have seen all the people in Carson today. I reckon there was ….” He stopped as he noticed George sitting at the table with the others, staring at him. “Sorry,” he said, approaching the table and holding out his hand. “I forgot we were havin company tonight. I’m Joe. You must be that Professor fella of Adam’s?”

 

George shook the young man’s hand, staring at him in delight as he did so. “I am indeed,” he replied. “Professor George Hickson. Pleased to meet you Joe.” He continued to stare at the young man as Joe slid into his seat and began to serve himself with vegetables.

 

“So,” said Joe, with a grin at Adam. “Can you tell us lots of stories bout when Adam was at college? Lots of things he got up to?”

 

Adam narrowed his eyes at his youngest brother. “George has been well warned not to say anything that you can use against me at a later date,” he said. “I’ve told him all about you and your ways.”

 

Joe opened his green eyes widely, pretending to be shocked. “My ways? I’m not sure what you mean by that older brother, but it sure sounds insulting.” He grinned at Adam and then at George, who was still staring at him. As he noticed the man’s eyes upon him, Joe’s grin vanished and he looked away.

 

George roused himself and reluctantly took his gaze away from Joe to concentrate on his meal. He’d been struck the moment the young man had walked into the room by his amazing physical beauty and he couldn’t help but think immediately what a wonderful subject Joe would make for a portrait. His facial bone structure was amazing with those high cheekbones and strong chin. His eyes were lustrous and his mouth was full and sensuous. The only small flaw that George could see was that his ears were slightly too large for his head, but that could easily be adjusted in a painting with a bit of poetic licence. His lustrous curly chestnut hair framed his face perfectly and his physique was amazing. Long slim legs and a small waist, broadening out to muscular shoulders and a firm torso. It was all that George could do not to continue staring at this perfect artistic specimen and he found his eyes travelling back to him in spite of himself.

 

“So you’re the brother who’s an expert with horses?” he said, for want of something better to say. He was delighted to see Joe’s eyes light up immediately and he stared at him, watching the light sparkle in them. He knew without a doubt that he would just have to paint this young man!

 

“I like working with horses,” Joe replied as he ate. “Most of em are kinda dumb, but I like training them.” He looked away from the Professor, wishing that the man would stop staring at him so much.

 

“I see,” said George.

 

“All the boys work with the horses,” said Ben. “Perhaps you could show George while he’s here how it’s done boys?” He looked from George to Joe and then back to George again, wondering what was going on. George seemed to not be able to take his eyes off the boy and Joe was obviously uncomfortable with being scrutinised in such an obvious way. “More brandy George?” he asked, trying to divert the man’s attention from Joe.

 

“Thank you,” replied George.

 

Ben watched carefully during the rest of the meal while the conversation progressed. Try and they both did to hide it, George was obviously fascinated with Joe and was obviously embarrassed by George. He sincerely hoped that there was nothing to worry about between the two of them.

 

As soon as the meal was over, Joe stood up to leave the table. “Well I’m turning in for an early night,” he said, which was uncharacteristic of him. “I’ll see everyone in the morning. Goodnight everyone.”

 

Ben watched as George’s eyes followed Joe as he walked up the stairs and he was relieved when Adam spoke.

 

“How about taking our brandy out onto the front porch?” suggested Adam. “It’s mighty pretty out there at night.”

 

George picked up his glass. “Don’t mind if I do,” he said. “I’d like to sample some of that fresh country night air you used to tell me about Adam. Coming Ben?”

 

Ben shook his head. “No. You two go on and catch up. I’ll just go and check on Joe then I have some paper work to finish off.”

 

“And I’m gonna check on them poultices I put on my horse’s leg this afternoon,” said Hoss, getting up as well. “I guess I’ll say goodnight fer now Professor and I’ll see ya in the morning.”

 

“Goodnight Hoss,” said George as he followed Adam out onto the porch. They seated themselves on a couple of the wooden benches there and leant back against the wall of the house. George bent his head back and looked up at the myriad of stars in the black sky and sniffed the air appreciatively. “Pine,” he said softly. “A beautiful smell. This place is every bit as beautiful as you led me to believe Adam. I think I’m going to have a wonderful vacation.”

 

“I’m glad,” replied Adam as he sipped his brandy. “We’re all happy to have you here. Pa and my both my brothers as well.”

 

George leant forward in his chair. “Speaking of your brothers,” he said. “I’m sorry about that earlier.” He sipped on his brandy before adding in response to Adam’s puzzled look. “Joe,” he explained. “I think I made him quite uncomfortable.”

 

“Don’t worry about Joe,” said Adam with a grin. “He’ll get over it.”

 

George looked back up at the sky. “It’s just that I was so taken with him,” he explained. “He’s a very handsome young man Adam. I’d go so far as to say that he’s just about as perfect a physical specimen as I’ve ever seen.”

 

Adam chuckled. “Well don’t let him hear you say that,” he said. “We have a hard enough time keeping him under control as it is.”

 

George was thoughtful for a moment before replying. “I’m deadly serious,” he said. “He has the face of an angel and that body …. A fine physical specimen indeed.” He looked directly at Adam. “Do you think he’d pose for me? I’d love to paint him.”

 

Adam shrugged. “I really don’t know,” he said. “You could ask him.”

 

George nodded. “I will,” he said. “He’d make a wonderful subject for a painting. I can just see it now …” His eyes lit up. “I could make it a study of a man in his natural environment. I wonder if … do you think that Hoss would help me out as well? I’d love to paint Joe as a typical young man amongst the flora native to this part of the country. Hoss could perhaps point me in the direction of some indigenous plants of the area.”

 

“Knowing my brother Hoss, he’ll probably offer to collect them for you,” replied Adam. “A word of warning though George. If you intend to paint Joe, then be prepared to be firm with him. That brother of mine is a restless character and I don’t know that he’d have the discipline to sit still for the long periods of time that you’d need him to.”

 

“I’ll make sure he understands what’s expected of him,” replied George, his eyes still shining as he planned his artwork in his head. “This will be wonderful. If Joe agrees, I can paint landscapes during the day and work on his portrait at night.” He sighed with satisfaction. “Yes, I think I’m going to really enjoy this vacation Adam.”

 

 

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Ben stood in the doorway of Adam’s bedroom and cleared his throat, waiting until Adam looked up from his book and noticed him. “Are you busy?” he asked.

 

“No,” replied Adam, closing his book. “Just reading.”

 

Ben came into the room, closing the room carefully behind him and sitting down on a chair. “I wondered if I could ask you something I’m a bit worried about son,” he said. “About George.”

 

Adam looked puzzled. “I thought you seemed to like him,” he said. “You were getting on quite well.”

 

“Yes, I do,” replied his father. “He seems a very personable man.” He cleared his throat again. “I was just wondering about him, that’s all.”

 

Adam waited. “Yes?” he said finally when his father didn’t speak again.

 

Ben sat forward in his chair. “Is he …. well … is he normal?” he asked, looking somewhat embarrassed.

 

Adam looked even more puzzled. “Normal?” he asked. “I’m not sure I know what you mean Pa.”

 

Ben hesitated. “It’s just that I’ve noticed the way he looks at Joe. He seems to be … well … quite taken with him. I wouldn’t want anything to … well …. confuse Joe.”

 

Adam gave a short laugh. “You don’t need to worry Pa,” he said.

 

“Adam, I was a sailor for many years and I know how some men can be,” said Ben. “I’ve seen how that sort of thing can develop and I want to make sure that Joe doesn’t come under anyone’s influence in that respect, if you know what I mean.”

 

Adam nodded. “I think I do,” he said. “But as I said you’ve got no need to worry. George is interested in Joe as a subject for a painting, that’s all. He wants to paint his portrait. That’s why he was studying him tonight.”

 

Ben looked at him blankly for a full minute. “A portrait?” he said finally.

 

Adam nodded. “Yes,” he said. “A portrait. He wants to ask Joe to sit for him.”

 

Ben cleared his throat again. “I see,” he said, averting his eyes from Adam’s gaze. “Well it would appear that … it seems like I have the wrong take on things, doesn’t it?”

 

Adam shrugged. “So it would seem,” he said, trying not to laugh.

 

Ben nodded, still not looking directly at Adam. “Well,” he said. “I’m … well, I’m glad that we cleared that up. Good night son.” He got up quickly and left the room abruptly.

 

Adam opened his book again, trying not to laugh as he began to read once more.

 

 

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“Good morning,” said George as he stood in the doorway of Joe’s bedroom. “Excuse me for interrupting you Joe, but I was wondering if I could speak with you about something?”

 

Joe turned from his dresser where he’d been brushing his hair and tried to smile at the Professor, wishing that the man wouldn’t look at him in that intense way. George was struck yet again by Joe’s amazing beauty as he stood bathed in the early morning light that was streaming through the window behind him. “Sure,” he said, uncertainly. “What about Professor?”

 

George took a couple of steps into the room. “I was wondering if you might sit for me?” he said.

 

Joe looked puzzled and then shrugged. “OK,” he said, sitting down on the edge of the bed and looking up at the other man. “What for?”

 

George chuckled. “No …. That’s not quite what I meant,” he said. “I meant would you sit for me … as in me painting your portrait?” he asked.

 

Joe stood up again and looked at the man in astonishment. “Paint my portrait?” he said. “How come?”

 

“I think you’d make a wonderful subject,” explained George. “I thought so the minute I met you last night actually.” He hesitated. “I hope I didn’t make you feel too uncomfortable Joe. I didn’t mean to. I was just looking at you thinking what a wonderful painting you’d make. You’re a very handsome young man.”

 

Joe preened himself up and looked pleased. “Well thanks,” he said, trying to sound modest.

 

“So?” asked George. “Will you do it? Will you let me paint you?”

 

“Gee I dunno,” said Joe. “What would it mean? How long would it take?”

 

“I’d have to make some preliminary sketches first,” explained George. “Then I’d rough out the portrait and you’d have to sit for quite a few hours at a stretch. I thought perhaps we could do it after supper each night, so in that way it might take a couple of weeks.”

 

Joe looked thoughtful. “OK,” he said. “I reckon it’d be fun to see myself in a real painting.”

 

“Breakfast is ready,” said Adam, poking his head around the doorway. “Are you two coming down?”

 

“Joe has agreed to sit for me,” said George happily as they all headed downstairs.

 

Joe grinned at Adam cheekily. “Seems the Professor knows the best-looking Cartwright when he sees him brother,” he said.

 

Adam winked at George. “I told you,” he said.

 

“Told him what?” asked Joe curiously.

 

“About your big head,” replied Adam, grinning at his brother and tapping him on the side of his head.

 

Joe looked indignant. “I have not got a big head!” he declared as they reached the dining room table.

 

Hoss looked up from his breakfast. “Morning everyone,” he said as they all slid into their seats. He gave Joe a sideways glance. “Ya have got a big head shortshanks,” he said through a mouthful. “What’s he on about now?” he asked Adam.

 

“The professor is gonna paint my portrait,” cut in Joe before Adam could say anything.

 

“Ya portrait?” said Hoss, looking amazed. “Ya don’t say!”

 

“He sure is,” said Joe with a satisfied air as he helped himself to some eggs. “At least someone around here realises just how handsome I am.” He gave both his brothers a superior look.

 

Hoss looked at Adam and Adam winked back at him. “Well all I can say is that you’d better make his ears a bit smaller Professor,” said Hoss. “Ya don’t want them ta spoil this portrait of yourn.”

 

Joe immediately put his hands up to his ears. “What’s wrong with my ears?” he said. “They ain’t too big!”

 

Adam shrugged. “If you say so,” he said, grinning at Hoss.

 

Joe glared at both of them. “You’re just jealous,” he declared. “Both of you.”

 

“Jealous about what?” asked Ben as he walked into the room, coffeepot in hand. “Morning everyone.”

 

“Good morning Ben,” said George. “It seems that Joe here thinks that his brothers are jealous because I’ve asked him to sit for me while I paint his portrait.”

 

“I see,” said Ben.

 

“I hope that’s all right with you,” ventured George.

 

“Of course it is,” said Ben as he sat down. “As long as Joe wants to do it and it doesn’t interfere with his work.”

 

“I’ll do the bulk of it at night,” said George. “Although I will have to make some preliminary sketches of you during the day if that’s all right with you Joe. I’d like to get some sketches done of you in different positions. I could just follow you while you’re working and do them. I won’t get in the way, I promise.”

 

Joe flexed his arm muscles. “No, I don’t mind,” he said. “I can pose however you want me to. Maybe it’d be better if I’m not working while you do them but.” He looked at his father hopefully, but Ben shook his head.

 

“You’ll do your work as usual young man,” he said. “There’ll be no slackening off for a portrait.”

 

Joe pulled a face. “Well I was just thinking of making things easier for the professor,” he said.

 

“Yeah right,” said Adam. “You were just thinking of making things easier for yourself more to the point. Good excuse for getting out of work eh?”

 

“Actually this is going to be hard work Joe,” said George. “It’s not easy posing for a portrait.”

 

“I don’t see why,” said Joe. “All I have to do is sit there. It can’t be that hard.”

 

“The professor is right Joe,” said his father. “It’s not an easy thing to do … and you commit to this, then you have to follow it through. There’ll be no giving up halfway through young man.”

 

Joe shrugged. “I’ll follow through,” he said confidently. “It’ll be easy.”

 

George gave Adam a knowing look and Adam grinned back at him before George turned to Hoss. “Actually Hoss, I was wondering if you would mind helping me out with this portrait as well?” he said.

 

“Me?” said Hoss, swallowing his mouthful.

 

“Hoss?” said Joe, his eyes popping out. “You want Hoss to sit for you too?”

 

“Well no,” said George. “But I was hoping that you’d be able to supply me with some native fauna of the area for the background.” He looked at Hoss expectantly, but Hoss merely stared back at him with a puzzled expression on his face.

 

“Plants,” explained Adam.

 

Hoss nodded as the light dawned on his face. “Oh,” he said. “Yeah, sure Professor. What sort of plants?”

 

“Well I’d like this portrait to be a representation of the area,” explained George. “If you could show me some of the landscapes around here I could include the native fauna in the background. Trees and flowers native to the area …. that sort of thing.”

 

“Oh sure,” said Hoss. “There’s lots of pretty spots around here I can show ya. I’ll even bring some of that fauna stuff home for ya to sketch if ya like.”

 

“That would be fine Hoss. Thank you,” said George.

 

“Well it’s time for work,” said Ben, standing up. “Come on boys.”

 

“I’ll get my sketch pad,” said George. “Where are you working today Joe?”

 

“I’ll be out by the corral breaking some horses,” replied Joe. “Then doing some yard chores.”

 

“Fine,” said George. “I’ll see you there.” He patted Joe on the shoulder as he passed him. “Thank you for agreeing to this Joe. I think you’re going to make a wonderful subject.”

 

Joe puffed himself up and then ducked as both Adam and Hoss walked by his chair and slapped him lightly on the side of his head. “Now don’t ya get too big-headed little brother,” warned Hoss playfully.

 

Joe made a face at them both as he stood up. “Pa?” he said, as he and Ben headed towards the front door.

 

“Yes son?”

 

“My ears ain’t too big are they?”

 

Ben tried to keep a straight face. “No, I don’t think so,” he said. “Not at all.”

 

 

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George sat on the top rung of the fence and sketched furiously as he watched the young man on the black horse in the corral. Around him, several of the hands watched in amazement as page after page of sketches of Joe in different positions appeared under the professor’s expert hand. “Well lookee here,” said one of them in amazement. “Have ya ever seen the like of it?”

 

The professor ignored them as he watched Joe on the horse, his eyes hungrily admiring his form with his eyes as he swiftly transferred it to the paper in front of him with his fingers. As Joe pulled the horse to a halt and rode over to the group he sat proudly on the horse, trying to appear modest. “So how’s it going?” he asked.

 

“I’ve got some great sketches,” replied George, finishing off one of them quickly.

 

“Well I’m sorta finished here for now,” said Joe as he dismounted. “Is that OK?”

 

“Certainly,” replied George getting down from the fence. “I’ll just get some fresh pencils and follow you to wherever you’re going next.”

 

“OK,” said Joe, sliding down from the horse and handing the reins to one of the hands. “I’ll be doing some yard chores over near the barn.”

 

“Hey Joe,” said one of the hands, nudging the man next to him. “Who’s a pretty boy then eh?” Everyone chuckled and Joe grinned along with them.

 

“You’re just jealous,” he said, good-naturedly. “After all, who’d wanna draw your ugly face?”

 

“Aw gee Joe,” shouted one of the others. “I’m gonna look forward ta seeing your pretty face on that fancy portrait. I reckon you should put hang it in the saloon so all them gals can see ya every day!”

 

Joe grinned again. “Well I might just do that,” he said. “Keep em from getting lonely for me when I’m not there.” He sauntered off towards the barn as several of the other men dispersed, chuckling as they went.

 

“I hope I’m not causing you to have a hard time with all of this,” said George as he reappeared.

 

“Nah,” said Joe, grinning at him as he picked up an axe. “I’m used to it. We always rib each other like that round here. If they weren’t picking on me fer the portrait then they’d find something else ta say. I’m used to it.” He began to chop a piece of wood while George sat himself down on top of the woodpile next to him and began to sketch.

 

After several minutes, George looked up. “Would it be too much trouble if I asked you to take off your shirt Joe?” he asked. “I’d love to get some sketches of those arm and torso muscles in action.”

 

“Sure,” said Joe, putting down the axe and stripping off his shirt. “Is this OK?”

 

“Just fine,” said George admiringly as Joe began to work again. “You certainly are a fine subject Joe. This is wonderful!” Joe flexed his muscles proudly as George looked on admiringly, his pencil flying across the page in front of him as he sketched the bronzed, smooth chest with its rippling muscles and the broad shoulders that narrowed in to the small waist. Joe picked up his axe and began to work again, his arms pumping furiously and the sweat beginning to pool in little droplets as it ran down his chest. George privately thought that he’d never seen such a perfect specimen of the male form. It was a sight to rival even the most perfect Greek statues from centuries ago.

 

Half an hour later, Ben and Adam rode into the front yard to see Joe still hard at splitting kindling while George sketched him. “Well now that’s a sight to behold,” said Adam as he got down from his horse. “Make sure you get a good sketch of that George so that we have proof that little brother here actually does work occasionally.”

 

Joe stopped chopping and wiped his sweaty face on his bandanna. “I’ll have you know that I work hard,” he replied. “You just don’t bother to ever stop and watch that’s all.”

 

“True,” acknowledged Adam with a chuckle. “I’m too busy working hard myself brother.” He slapped George on the back. “How’s it going?”

 

“Wonderful,” enthused George. “Joe is a wonderful specimen.”

 

Ben looked at Joe and frowned. “Joseph get your shirt on,” he said sternly. “You’ll catch a chill in this wind. What on earth have you got it off for in the first place?’

 

Joe reached for his shirt and put it on. “I was just posing for the professor,” he explained. “He wanted to see my muscles in action.” He grinned at George. “Seen enough professor?” he asked.

 

George returned the smile. “Yes,” he said. “Thank you Joe. I’m sorry Ben, I didn’t think about how cold it was. I shouldn’t have asked him to take it off.”

 

“That’s all right,” said Ben, looking from Joe to George and then back to Joe again.

 

“Joe has such a fine body,” continued George. “I want to make sure that I get the muscle formation just right.”

 

“Well just try and do it without the boy catching his death of cold,” said Ben. “Joe, you’d better get that wood inside for Hop Sing now

 

“I’ll help,” offered George and between the two of them they picked up the pile of kindling and went into the house with it.

 

Adam started to lead his horse into the barn, but stopped as he realised that Ben wasn’t following him with his own horse. “Pa?” he asked, noticing Ben standing and staring after Joe and George. “What’s the matter?”

 

Ben sighed and began to follow Adam. “Are you sure about George son? I mean … about him being … well …. normal?”

 

Adam made a face as he thought about a few evenings he and George had spent in the company of some rather pretty young ladies in Boston many years ago. “Yes, I’m sure,” he said. “You’ve got nothing to worry about Pa. Besides …. What would it matter anyway?”

 

Ben looked shocked as they walked into the barn together. “What do you mean … what would it matter?” he asked. “Of course it would matter!”

 

Adam shrugged. “If you say so,” he said.

 

 

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“So where do you want me to sit?” asked Joe, sounding very pleased with himself.

 

George looked around. “Over here I think,” he said. “In front of the fireplace on the coffee table would be ideal. That way I can use the light from the fire behind you to effect.”

 

Joe sat down on the coffee table. “Like this?” he asked.

 

George studied him for a moment. “Yes, that’s good,” he said. “But turn more this way … that’s right. Now, put one foot up on the table.”

 

Joe gave his father a cheeky grin, thinking of all the times the man had told him to take his feet off the table and now here he was being told to put it on there. Ben lifted an eyebrow. “Take your boots off first,” he instructed.

 

“Yes sir,” replied Joe cheekily, pulling his boots off straight away. “Like this professor?”

 

“No, not that one. The other foot,” replied George. “That’s right. Now … turn this way … good. Up straighter … put your arms like this … excellent.” He reached out and tilted Joe’s head sideways a bit before stepping back and looking at him critically. “That’s wonderful. Comfortable?”

 

Joe smiled at him. “I’m fine,” he said. “This is easy.”

 

“Good,” replied George, picking up his canvas and placing it on the easel in front of him. “Now all you have to do is sit still Joe. And I mean still,” he said. “I can’t have you moving around at all.”

 

“OK,” said Joe easily. “How come you brought all that equipment with you Professor? All them canvases and stuff?”

 

“Well I intend to paint some landscapes while I’m out here,” replied George, sketching furiously. “I never thought I’d be so lucky to be doing a portrait though. You know Joe, you could make quite a bit of money back east as an art model if you wanted to.”

 

“Yeah?” replied Joe. “Money for just sitting doing nothing?”

 

“Yes. Anyone with a body like yours could fetch quite a sum for posing.” George got up and walked over to Joe, feeling his arm muscle for a moment before going back to his canvas.

 

“Well I reckon that …” Joe began.

 

“Shh,” said George absently, his eyes darting to Joe and then back to his canvas again several times. “I need you to keep your mouth still while I work on it.”

 

Joe closed his mouth and sat as still as he could for several minutes while he listened to the crackling of the logs in the fireplace. Presently he spoke again. “Finished it yet?” he asked.

 

“No. Keep quiet for a while.”

 

From his position at the small round table near the stairs, Hoss gave a chuckle. “That’ll be a first,” he said. “Little brother here being quiet. What do ya reckon Adam?” He moved a chess piece. “Your turn.”

 

Adam looked up from the chessboard. “Something to take note of,” he observed.

 

Hop Sing walked into the room with a tray. “After supper coffee,” he announced and set the steaming pot and cups down on the coffee table next to Joe before beginning to pour out several cups and offer them around. “Coffee cake made special for our guest,” he said, handing large pieces of it around as well.

 

“Hey!” said Joe, when everyone had settled down with their cake and coffee. “What about me? I ain’t got none!”

 

“Keep your mouth still,” George reprimanded him.

 

“You have yours later when finished sitting,” Hop Sing said before flouncing out of the room.

 

Joe immediately pouted and George frowned at him. “Stop changing your expression,” he said. “I need it as it was before.” Joe sighed and looked at the coffee and cake beside him longingly before regaining his facial expression.

 

“Told you it wasn’t going to be easy,” said Adam, munching on his cake happily. “That’s the price you have to pay for fame brother.”

 

“Yeah,” agreed Hoss, winking at Adam. “This sure is nice cake. Think I’ll have another piece.”

 

“There’ll be none left for me!” said Joe indignantly as Hoss walked over and took another large piece.

 

“Stop talking!” said George sternly and Joe sighed again. Perhaps this posing business wasn’t going to be as easy as he’d first thought. He suddenly felt a great desire to scratch his nose and the more he tried not to think about it, the itchier it got.

 

“Hey professor,” he said. “Is it all right if I scratch my nose for a bit?”

 

“No,” said George. “I’m still working on your face. Keep still.”

 

“Try not to think about it son,” said Ben, turning a page of his newspaper. “It’ll go away presently. So have you done many portraits George?”

 

“Quite a few,” replied George, continuing to sketch. “I get more opportunity to do them now that I’ve retired and have more time. I enjoy it immensely. There’s something about the human form that it so satisfying to replicate.”

 

“I remember studying some of the sculptures in the art galleries in Boston,” said Adam. “Now those ancient Greeks really knew about art.”

 

“They did indeed,” replied George as he continued to work. “They perfected the human form. They saw it as the most perfect reflection of the gods and spent a lot of time sculpting the naked body.”

 

“Nekkid!” exclaimed Hoss.

 

“Yes,” said George. “They saw the naked body as something not to be ashamed of, but rather to be admired. It was the purest form of art. Take Joe over here for example. They would have seen his body as a wonderful representation of the gods on earth. They probably would have sculptured a statue of him.”

 

“I think …” began Joe.

 

“Quiet!” said George sharply and Joe shut his mouth again.

 

“Their gods always took human form,” said Adam.

 

“Exactly,” replied George.

 

“Well how …” began Joe.

 

“Shh!” said George. “And stop rolling your eyes like that. It’s putting me off.”

 

“But I only …”

 

“Stop talking!” Joe sighed. “And stop sighing. You’re changing your facial expressions too much.”

 

“Told you it wasn’t going to be easy little brother,” said Adam with a grin as Joe tried to keep still. “Now about those Greeks ….”

 

 

 

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“Have a good stretch before you sit down,” Ben reminded Joe. “Remember how stiff you were after last night.”

 

Joe did remember. What had at first seemed to be a really easy pose to keep had turned into a body-numbing situation and he could hardly wait to get up when George finally said that it was time to finish. He stretched his arms over his head several times and moved his head form side to side to ease his stiff neck.

 

“I’ll be working on your torso tonight Joe,” said George as he busied himself at his easel. “So you can talk if you like. That might make it a bit easier for you.”

 

“Good,” said Joe as he sat down and took the same position as the night before.

 

“Just a moment,” said George. “Is it all right to have his shirt off tonight Ben? I’d like to view those chest and stomach muscles again to get his posture right.”

 

“I don’t see why not,” replied Ben. “Its warm in here near the fire.”

 

Joe shed his shirt and George began to position him. “Tilt your head over a bit more. That’s it. Now your arm a bit higher.” He ran his hands down the young man’s lean frame and kneaded several of his torso muscles gently. “Beautiful,” he breathed before going back to his easel.

 

Ben frowned and caught Adam’s eye, but quickly looked away again. He resolved not to leave the room, just in case.

 

“I’ve been telling lots of people in town bout having my portrait done,” said Joe as George started to work. “Lots of em are interested in seeing it when it’s done if that OK professor.”

 

“Do you think that was wise son?” asked Ben. “No offence to George or anything, but you might want to see if you like it before you start offering viewings of it to all the townsfolk.”

 

“I’m sure I’ll like it,” replied Joe. “The professor does real good work. That landscape you did yesterday of the lake was great professor!”

 

“Well thank you,” replied George. “And thanks to Hoss for showing me that spot. I’m going back there tomorrow and painting some of those magnificent pine trees for the background to your portrait Joe.”

 

“I’m gonna be surrounded by pine trees?” said Joe. “Won’t that look a bit funny if I’m sitting on a table?”

 

“You won’t be sitting on a table,” said George. “The table is just to position you. I’m going to make it a large rock in the finished painting. I’d like some of those wildflowers you were telling me about too Hoss if you don’t mind. Perhaps you could bring them tomorrow for me as well?”

 

“Sure thing professor,” replied Hoss. “I’ll bring you a whole bunch of em.”

 

“Keep still,” said George sharply as Joe moved his foot slightly and Joe sighed.

 

“Been taking a bit of extra care there little brother?” Adam teased as he walked past Joe and patted him on his well slicked down hair.

 

Joe glared at him. “Well I wanna look my best,” he said grumpily. “For the professor’s sake.”

 

“Of course,” said Adam, sitting down. “For the professor’s sake. That’s why it took you an extra half hour in the bathhouse after work this afternoon.” He looked at Joe critically and Joe glared back at him. “Make sure you use a bit of poetic licence when you get to those ears, won’t you George?” he said.

 

“You shut up about my ears!” said Joe angrily. “There’s nothing wrong with em!” He thought for a moment. “What’s poetic licence?” he asked George.

 

“It means just changing things slightly to make them look at little better,” said George. “Don’t you worry Joe. Your ears will be just perfect.”

 

“They’re already just perfect,” muttered Joe under his breath.

 

George sat back and surveyed his work. “Well I’m done with the outline now,” he said.

 

Joe sat forward eagerly. “Can I see it?” he asked.

 

George shook his head and picked up a paint palette. “No. I don’t like my work to be viewed until it’s completely done. Anyway, the outline is just the beginning. Now comes the hard part.”

 

“What’s that?” asked Hoss.

 

“The actually painting,” replied George. He looked at Joe critically. “I’ll start with the skin tones,” he said. “The light from the fire is casting some wonderful shadows on him and those skin tones are just beautiful.”

 

Adam tilted his head and also looked at Joe. “I see what you mean,” he said. “Quite nice.”

 

“Of course his skin is quite olive at the best of times,” said George as he began to paint. “It makes for some interesting shades. And being quite hairless too means that …”

 

“Hey!” said Joe, beginning to squirm under their close scrutiny. “I am here ya know! Stop talking bout me as if I weren’t.”

 

“Sorry,” said George. “But it’s so interesting to look at your form. Adam, see how the torso …”

 

“I ain’t a horse!” declared Joe indignantly. “Pa! Stop talking bout me like that!”

 

Adam chuckled. “It’s just like sizing up good stock,” he said delighting in Joe’s discomfort. “Get used to it little brother. Hoss, you’re good with animals. What do you make of him?”

 

Hoss looked at his brother critically for a moment. “Long in the withers,” he announced after a moment. “But could do with some building up in the legs.”

 

“Pa!” shouted Joe indignantly.

 

Ben chuckled. “That’s enough now boys,” he said. “You’re embarrassing your brother.”

 

“Oh we wouldn’t want to do that, would we Hoss,” said Adam with a grin.

 

“Lordy no,” said Hoss, looking innocent. “Don’t ya worry Joe. We won’t embarrass ya.” They both chuckled at their glowering younger brother.

 

 

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“Come on Pa,” shouted Joe. “We’re ready!”

 

“I’m coming,” said his father as he descended the stairs. “Just calm down Joseph.”

 

Joe shifted from one foot to the other and then back again in his excitement. “Well it ain’t every day that a fellar gets a painting of him uncovered,” he said. “It’s exciting.”

 

“Unveiled,” said Adam as he sat down on the arm of the blue chair.

 

“Huh?” Joe gave his brother a puzzled look.

 

“Unveiled,” repeated Adam. “When a painting is seen for the first time it’s called unveiling it.”

 

Joe shook his head and sighed with frustration at his brother’s words. “Well I don’t care what it’s called,” he said. “I just wanna see it.” He looked at George eagerly. “We’re all here now professor.”

 

George smiled around at them all. “Well,” he said. “Here it is. I hope you like it.” He pulled the red cloth off the canvas which was resting on the coffee table beside him and all the Cartwrights looked at it eagerly. There was a stunned silence for a moment and the only sound that could be heard was the crackling of the logs in the fireplace.

 

Adam was the first to speak. “It’s wonderful,” he said. “Just wonderful George. You’ve captured Joe perfectly. Don’t you think so Pa?”

 

Ben looked at the painting and then at Adam, before looking back at the painting again. “Um … well yes,” he admitted. “It certainly shows the essence of Joe all right.” He tried to smile at George, not wanting the man to sense his discomfort. “It’s … a very good likeness,” he said. “You’re … um … a wonderful artist George.”

 

“Thank you,” said George proudly. “What do you think of it Joe?”

 

Joe stared at the painting, his mouth hanging open and his eyes nearly popping out of his head. “It’s … it’s ….” He groped for the right words to say. “I look … I mean …. I’m ….”

 

“He’s nekkid!” Hoss interjected for him.

 

Joe nodded slowly, not taking his eyes off the painting in his shock. “Yeah,” he said weakly. “I am.”

 

George smile became broader. “Yes you are. I call it Adonis in the Wilderness,” he said. “Do you like the way I’ve incorporated the pines behind him and the wildflowers at his foot Hoss?”

 

“Sure do,” said Hoss, staring at the painting. “I’m right glad you had his other foot up there on that rock too and he’s holding onto his knee and all. Otherwise ….” His voice trailed away and he was silent.

 

“Otherwise everyone could see all of me!” said Joe. “And I mean all of me! How come I’ve got no clothes on?”

 

“I see it as the quintessential display of man and nature coming together,” said George. “The natural human form in its natural surroundings. It just didn’t feel right to have you clothed.”

 

Joe went slightly red. “Yeah … but … maybe you had to do all that quint stuff … but did you have to have me ….” He swallowed.

 

“Nekkid!” said Hoss again, his eyes by now bulging out of his head.

 

“Oh for heaven’s sake,” said Adam, taking a closer look at the painting. “Stop fussing you two. It really is very good George. I’m sure people will receive it well back east.”

 

“Stop fussing?” said Joe. “That’s all right for you to say! You’re not the one who’s …” his voice trailed away at the thought of it.

 

“Nekkid,” Hoss supplied for him.

 

Joe nodded. “Yeah,” he agreed. “Naked!”

 

“I hope I haven’t embarrassed you Joe,” said George. “I haven’t meant to. I can assure you that people will love this.”

 

“I’ll bet they will,” said Hoss. “Specially when all the hands see it and all them folks in town like you done promised could look at it Joe.”

 

Joe looked aghast and suddenly went pale. “You can’t show this to anyone,” he said in a shocked voice. “You …. you can’t!”

 

“Stop being such a baby,” said Adam. “It’s art.”

 

“It’s …”

 

“Nekkid,” Hoss interjected.

 

“Yes, thank you Hoss,” said Ben. “We’ve all seen it and we know what it is.” He looked at the painting critically. “As Adam has said George you’ve captured Joe perfectly, but I think it might embarrass him to have it shown around. Perhaps it would be better if you didn’t display it until you go back East?”

 

“Certainly,” said George. “As I said, I wouldn’t want to embarrass you Joe.”

 

Joe gave him a weak smile. “You ain’t gonna … well … show it to many people back there are you?” he asked.

 

“I am indeed,” said George, with a satisfied air. “I’m hoping that I can get it displayed in one of the art galleries in Boston.”

 

“Don’t you worry about it Joe,” said Ben soothingly. “Nobody that you know will see it.”

 

“I sure hope not,” said Joe fervently. He looked at his father hopefully. “Couldn’t we buy it Pa?’ he asked. “Then no one would haveta see it at all. I could hide it away.”

 

George put up his hand to stop Ben before he could say anything. “I’m sorry,” he said. “But I’m not prepared to part with this one. If you want some of my sketches I’m happy to give them to you, but I can’t part with my Adonis.”

“Well if you ever change your mind, please let me know,” said Ben. “I’d love to have it.”

 

“Yes,” said Adam with a twinkle in his eye. “We could put it over the fireplace. Pride of place so to speak.” He grinned at the look on Joe’s face at his words.

 

“I promise you that if I ever decide to part with it then you may have first option on it Ben,” said George. He reached down and picked up a small canvas. “And in the meantime I did a small copy for you. It’s my way of saying thank you.”

 

Ben looked at the miniature painting. “It’s beautiful,” he said. “That was very thoughtful of you George. Thank you.”

 

“You’re welcome,” said George.

 

“You’re not gonna put it out for everyone to see are you Pa?” asked Joe anxiously.

 

Ben looked at the image of his handsome youngest son staring back at him from the painting. “Don’t worry Joe,” he said. “I’ll keep it private. Just for myself.” His eyes misted over as he thought for a moment how very much like his darling Marie … Joe’s mother … the painting was and he unobtrusively held it next to his heart for an instant.

 

“Why’s it called Adonis anyways?” asked Hoss. “Why not just call it Joe in the Wilderness? Who’s this Adonis fella?”

 

“He was a figure in ancient Greek mythology,” explained Adam. “He was known for his outstanding beauty and had an affair with Aphrodite …. the goddess of love. Apparently she was smitten by his looks.”

 

“Sounds like a right compliment to me Joe,” said Hoss.

 

Joe shrugged and gave them all a crooked smile. “I spose so,” he acknowledged.

 

 

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Hoss picked up the three bags and handed them up to the driver of the stage. “Looks like I’m leaving with more luggage than when I came,” said George, looking at the remaining bag at his feet. That’s what I get for doing so many landscapes. Please be careful with that one Hoss.”

 

“Sure thing Professor,” said Hoss, picking up the large bag and handing it up to the driver. “How come you ain’t got Joe’s painting in here with the others but?”

 

“I’m taking it on board with me,” said George. “I’m not taking any chances of anything happening to my Adonis. Would you mind getting it for me please Joe?”

 

“With pleasure,” said Joe, heading back to the buggy for the large brown-paper wrapped flat parcel. “I’ll be glad to get rid of it. No offence Professor.”

 

“None taken,” laughed George. He held out his hand to Ben and then Adam. “Thank you,” he said as he shook their hands. “I’ve had a wonderful few weeks and I’m taking my memories back with me in my paintings.”

 

“I’m glad that you enjoyed yourself,” said Adam as he shook the man’s hand.

 

“You’re welcome back any time George,” said Ben. “Joseph! Be careful with that painting! Stop swinging it!”

 

Joe grinned at his father. “It’s fine Pa,” he said as he held onto it by the string. He watched a couple of pretty young girls walk past and tipped his hat to them.

 

The stage driver jumped down from the stage and wiped his hands on his trousers before giving Joe a frustrated look. “Why didn’t ya tell me that there was one more parcel before I got down?” he said testily and grabbed the painting.

 

Joe tried to grab it back again. “It’s not going up there,” he said. “It’s … oops!” he stared in dismay as the painting flew out of his hands and landed in the dusty street. “It’s OK,” he said. “I’ll get it.” He held it up and examined it. “It’s fine,” he said. “Not hurt a bit.”

 

The driver tilted his head to one side and looked at the large parcel in Joe’s hands. “Hey,” he said, grabbing it and turning it over to reveal the torn brown paper on the other side. “That’s real good! Is that you Joe?”

 

Joe’s jaw dropped as he noted the torn paper, which fell away to reveal his naked self in all its glory. The driver held it up high and showed it around to several people passing by. “Hey! Take a look at this! Real fine don’t ya think?”

 

Joe tried to snatch it away from the driver, but the man was having none of that. He held it up even higher and several people stopped to look at it in amazement. Several of the men in the crowd winked at Joe and began to chuckle, while a couple of women shielded their daughters’ eyes and steered them away quickly, giving Joe horrified looks as they did so. “Give it to me!” Joe shouted desperately and jumped forward to grab it from the driver. He turned the painting around and held it against himself defensively, staring at everyone with reddened cheeks. A couple of saloon girls blew kisses at him and then giggled.

 

“Steady on,” chuckled the driver. “You oughta be proud from what I saw of that there painting young fella. You’ve got quite a look about you if ya know what I mean.” He chuckled even more as Joe went decidedly red and turned his back on the man. He pulled the brown paper around the painting again and began to tie it up firmly with the string before handing it to George.

 

“Here,” he said. “Get rid of it before anyone else sees it, will ya professor?”

 

George took the painting, reached up and placed it no the seat of the stagecoach. “Goodbye Joe,” he said. “Thank you for everything.”

 

“Yeah …. Bye,” mumbled Joe, checking out the crowd around him, several of whom were chuckling. As far as he was concerned the professor couldn’t get on that stage fast enough and he and that darned portrait could just vanish into thin air.

 

“Goodbye Hoss,” said George as he got up into the stagecoach. The crowd gradually dispersed as the stage drew away and Joe let out a sigh of relief.

 

Ben put his arm around his son’s shoulder. “Relax Joe,” he said. “It wasn’t that bad.”

 

Joe pulled a face. “Ya reckon?” he said. “You saw what happened Pa. Everyone saw me … well … you know.”

 

“For heaven’s sake,” said Adam. “Its art remember? People have been painted that way since the time of the ancient Greeks … and before. Stop being so embarrassed about it.”

 

“Well you’d be embarrassed if it was you!” retorted Joe angrily.

 

“Come on son,” said his father soothingly. “It’s not that bad.”

 

Joe opened his mouth to make a retort, but before he could he noticed the two saloon girls in the doorway of the Silver Dollar saloon who were still blowing kisses at him and giggling. His anguished look suddenly turned to a small smile. “Well maybe it’s not,” he said grudgingly as he allowed himself to be led to the buggy.

 

 

: : : : : : : : : :

 

 

“Mail!” shouted Hoss as he flung open the front door and sent it crashing into the credenza. “Sorry Pa,” he added, noting the look on his father’s face. He flung a pile of letters down onto the piece of furniture and picked up one to study for a moment. “There’s one here for you Adam,” he said, holding it out to his brother. “From Boston.”

 

“Probably my grandfather,” said Adam as he took the letter. He examined the writing for a moment before correcting himself. “No … it’s from George.” He ripped the letter open and began to read silently, before looking up. “There’s a bit here about your painting Joe,” he said.

 

Joe groaned. “What does it say?” he asked wearily.

 

Adam began to read:

 

Dear Adam,

Thank you for your latest letter. I have such fond memories of my stay with you and your family and your wonderful home in Nevada.

You’ll all be pleased to know that “Adonis in the Wilderness” was accepted by the Boston University Art Gallery and they have been displaying it as part of an exhibition during the past few months. It has been quite the talk of the city and thousands have been to see it. I am delighted with the response so far.

 

Adam looked up. “There’s more … but that’s all about the painting.”

 

Joe groaned again. “I mighta known it,” he said. “All them thousands of people staring at me.”

 

Hoss nodded. “Nekkid,” he said.

 

Joe made a face. “Yeah,” he agreed. “Naked.” He thought for a moment. “Well that’s it then,” he said. “I can never go back East again. Not after this.”

 

“Oh son, it’s not that bad,” said his father calmly. “It’s a fine piece of artwork and you should feel honoured to be the subject of it.”

 

“It is a fine piece of art all right,” agreed Adam. “You know … I’m sure my grandfather would love to view it. I think I might write to him and let him know it’s on display in Boston.”

 

Joe’s mouth dropped open and he stared aghast at his brother. “Pa!” he shouted.

 

Adam chuckled. “Just kidding little brother,” he said, slapping Joe playfully on the back. “Just kidding.” He went back to reading his letter, adding softly. “Besides, he’s a great lover of art. He’s probably already been to see it.”

 

“All the hands have been asking how come they didn’t get to see the painting,” said Hoss. “They’ve heard about it in town cause it seems that everyone is talking bout it since they got a quick look at it that day when it fell on the ground.”

 

Adam grinned at Joe who gave him a weak smile in return. “Maybe we can put that miniature that Pa has on display for them all?” he suggested. “I’m sure they’d enjoy that.”

 

Hoss grinned as well. “Good idea Adam. The fellas would be right pleased to see it.”

 

Joe gave his father an aggrieved look. “Pa!” he shouted, but Ben was too busy laughing to heed his youngest son’s distress.

 

The End