Summary: This is a WHB The Burma Rarity. All we know is that Ben drew Clementine’s name from a fish bowl at a picnic prior to the episode. This story attempts to shed some light on what happened at that picnic to make Ben so non eager to be around the Widow Hawkins.

Rating:  G  (9,060 words)

Ducky

Benjamin Cartwright left his wagon in front of the mercantile and began his business in town as usual. First, he headed to the bank to deposit some money from a recent cattle sale.

“Well, hello there Ben,” the banker eagerly greeted him. “I haven’t seen you around town much lately.”

“Yes, I know, Charles I…” but before Ben could finish his statement a light round of snickers came from the people standing behind him. He turned, slightly, glancing over his shoulder, before switching his attention back to the banker.

“Ah, yes. I know. I’ve had to tend to some issues out on the ranch lately and I’ve been sending the boys into town to do my business.”

Again, another round of snickers followed.

“Oh, I see. Well, please be sure to wish the Widow Hawkins well for me then…that is when you see her again.”

The banker handed him the necessary papers and quickly concluded the transaction with an overemphasized wink.

Ben blinked out of disbelief and then his brow furrowed. This time it was pure laughter that echoed off the walls behind him. Ben raised a finger and was about to put the banker in his place when the man standing behind him tapped him on the shoulder.

“Excuse me Mr. Cartwright, but I believe I was next,” he said, stifling his laughter and stepping up to the window.

Ben shot the man an angry glare and then did the only thing left for him to do, leave the premise. Outside he angrily stuffed the papers into his inside vest pocket and paused to gather his thoughts.

A few moments later he just waved his hand in disgust and walked to his next destination: the mercantile. Mr. Anderson was out sweeping the walk as Ben approached.

“Well, hello Ben. I haven’t seen you much as of late.” Ben shot the storekeeper a suspicious look. Satisfied that it was meant only as a friendly greeting he simply responded, “Yes, it’s been busy on the ranch.” He then quickly directed the conversation towards the business at hand.

“I need some painting supplies and I have Hop Sing’s grocery list in my pocket.”

“Very well, come in, Ben. Let’s see what I can do.”

The transaction at the mercantile went rather smoothly until the Mayor’s wife and two of her friends came in to look at the new fabric line. They eyed the two men at the counter as they rummaged through the selections. The room filled with giggly whispers as the ladies softly conversed.

“Don’t you think he’s the perfect man for her?” the Mayor’s wife eagerly told her friends. “They make such a cute couple and they both need someone.”

“I don’t know, Olivia. Ben Cartwright is a nice man, but I just can’t see him falling for the Widow Hawkins. Whenever I’ve seen them together, he seems almost frightened by her bold nature.”

“I told you, Veronica, that’s all an act. Mrs. O’Malley, who lives next door to the Widow Hawkins’ Boarding house, has seen Ben Cartwright come and go quite frequently since her husband passed.”

“Perhaps he feels sorry for her and knows that she’s lonesome and alone. You know how caring the Cartwrights can be.”

“Listen, Verna. I know what I was told and I guess I’ll just have to prove it to you then.” The Mayor’s wife turned towards the men at the counter and called out. “Mr. Cartwright, excuse me, but I was wondering if we might speak with you a moment?”

Ben Cartwright slowly turned and walked over to greet the women. “Good day ladies, how can I be of assistance?”

Olivia scanned her wide-eyed friends. “Well, you see Mr. Cartwright, I have this uh, friend. She, uh, recently lost her first husband and, uh, has been seeing a new man quite frequently here in town. Everyone knows that it’s becoming series, but they seem to want to keep their relationship a secret.”

Ben Cartwright eyed the women. His intense glare made them avert their eyes. He was far too wise a man not to know where this was headed.

“This is what you wanted to speak to me about?” he curtly asked.

“Well, uh, yes. Uh…”

But before poor Olivia could get the rest of the phrase out, Ben Cartwright spoke in a very controlled but commanding voice.

“You may tell your friend, or whomever else for that matter, that the Widow Hawkins and I are merely friends. No more… no less. I should not have to explain it any further than that.”

He then turned towards the door. “Ben! What about your bill?’ Mr. Anderson called out.

“Just put it on my tab.”

Once again, Ben found himself standing on the boardwalk brewing. How had this gotten out of hand? Yes, he had visited the Widow Hawkins three times after her husband died as a matter of courteousness. The poor woman seemed lost without her “fine gent,” as she so called him.

She was a very cheery, fast talking English woman that spoke with a strong accent. The widow had met her husband, Harry, while he was part of a traveling circus. He was the strong man and she, herself, was an actress and loved the stage. They traveled the world together, finally settling in Virginia City several years prior.

Upon the first visit, Ben sat down to a fine laced table where the two had friendly conversations over tea. He listened intently as the widow recalled fond remembrances of her time on the road. He politely nibbled away at some rather, hard distasteful cookies; one of her husband’s favorite snacks.

“Ah my, Harry,” she kept saying to him as she looked up tearfully at the huge circus poster bearing his likeness. It blanketed the whole corner wall of the main room. There was a sturdy table beneath the poster that proudly displayed one of his 500 pound weights from the show.

“What a fine gent he was, courteous to the extreme, generous to a fault, and all muscle!”

The 2nd time Ben visited the widow; he brought over some guests to stay at her boardinghouse. She was a very courteous host, but Ben noticed a change in the woman’s demeanor towards him. There was more intent in her eyes and a sudden need to invade his personal space. She simply couldn’t keep her hands off of him.

“Now Benjamin here is such a fine man,” she told the awaiting guests. “He’s been such a little dear. Haven’t you Ducky?” She then reached up and pinched his cheek lovingly. Ben was taken aback.

“Well, a … Ms. Hawkins… ah there’s no need to thank me. He reached carefully up and grabbed both her arms that had somehow made their way to his shoulders. He grabbed her gently by the wrists and lowered her arms back to her side.

“I’ve certainly enjoyed the company.” Ben then took one obvious step backwards to widen the gap. A moment later, he felt a firm tug on his neck bandana and once again her arms moved up to his shoulders.

“Oh, coo. You do plan to stay for tea, Benjamin? I fixed some of those special cookies you like.” She looked up into his eyes and playfully fiddled with his collar.

“Well, I liked to, but….”

“Nonsense. I will not take no for an answer, Benjamin. Now sit down.”

Ben found himself being led over to a nearby chair. The guest eyed the pair and swiftly excused themselves announcing they were tired from their long stagecoach ride.

Let’s just say that Ben practically guzzled his cup of tea and immediately departed despite Clementine’s plea for him to stay longer.

By the third visit, he had Adam planted firmly by his side and announced upon entry, “I’m afraid we cannot stay long due to a prior engagement.”

After that, things started happening in town. Ladies whispering to each other and giggling as he passed. People asking how the Widow was doing and sending their regards to her via him.

Ben muttered to himself as he strolled down the boardwalk once again. He was getting tired of the jokes and relentless teasing. His lack of attention proved to be a disaster as he rounded a blind corner too tightly and plowed directly into Clementine Hawkins, nearly knocking her to the ground.

“Oh, I’m terribly sorry Clementine. Are you okay? I did not hurt you?”

“Now Benjamin, you know that this old gal is pretty tough,” she replied patting his chest reassuringly and smiling up at him.

Two women passed by, glancing up at them and noticing their close proximity to one another. Giggles and intense whispering followed their path down the street. Ben immediately stepped back and removed his hat.

He nervously addressed her. “Please excuse me, but I must be on my way.” Then he stepped around her hastily and headed for his wagon at a rapid pace.

“No need to fret, Ducky,” she hollered out after him.

Ben cringed at those words. His other business could wait. It was time to get out of town. He also knew it was time to borrow Adam’s English word dictionary and find out exactly what this word, “Ducky” meant.

 

That night at the dinner table Ben was very quiet. His boys could tell he was brewing over something and in no mood for idle chatter. They felt it better not to pry and focused their discussion on the upcoming June picnic.

Little Joe smirked at Adam. “So Hoss, did you sign up to be a judge for the pie contest again this year?”

Hoss’s face instantly screwed up into a painful memory. “No, Joe, I didn’t.” He coldly replied. Both Adam and Joe laughed out loud.

“Come now, brother. I distinctly remember a certain someone raving about what a great thing it was, being able to taste all those delicious desserts.”

“That’s before I knew those women took that there voting so seriously.”

Hoss paused to rub the crown of his head at the thought of the unpleasant memory.

“I still say Mrs. Baker’s pie was just a tad sweeter than Mrs. Waters.”

“Yes, but did you need to tell Mrs. Waters that?”

“Dad burnet, Joe. I was just trying to be honest about it. How’d I know she’d take it that way? She plumb near shattered my skull with that pie plate.”

Adam smirked, “Well, you know the ancient Greeks believed that bathing in fresh fruit stopped one from aging.” Then turning coyly to Joe, “Have you noticed how vibrant our brother’s skin seems of late?”

Joe let out a cackle at his brother’s smoothly delivered words.

“I’ve heard just about enough from you two. Do you know I was picking shards of glass out of my scalp and it took me weeks to get rid of the blue tinge in my hair from those berries? I’m still trying to get Mrs. Waters to speak to me decent.”

There was one more round of snickers then the table fell silent as they all continued on with their meal.

A few moments later, Adam looked over at his father and quietly asked, “Rough day in town, Pa?”

Ben smirked as he looked up at his eldest. He wasn’t about to tell any of them about his day in town. His eyes scanned the table as all three sons were waiting for an explanation of his subdued demeanor.

“I just didn’t get everything done that I wanted to get done. Adam, I’ll send you into town tomorrow to finish up my business. I have a lot of paperwork that I need to finish up here.”

“I can go with him, Pa,” Joe spoke up with enthusiasm.

“No thank you, son. I do believe your older brother can handle my affairs without needing your assistance. Besides, isn’t it your turn to clean out the barn?”

Joe’s face instantly dropped. “Oh yeah, I forgot, Pa,” he sheepishly stated.
Laughter followed. Joe decided a quick change of topic would be the best way to address the situation.

“So, Pa, are you going to pick a lady’s name out of the fishbowl this year?”

Ben shrugged.

Hoss immediately piggybacked on his brother’s idea. “Yeah, Pa. You faired pretty well last year.”

“I guess I did at that.”

Ben smiled at the memory. “I did have an enjoyable time.”

He was the envy of all the young bachelors, having chosen Miss Rebecca Acer’s name from the bowl. She was the daughter of Frank Acer, a rancher and a good friend of the Cartwrights. The two found a perfect picnic spot down by the Truckee River and spent the afternoon delightfully enjoying each other’s company.

Then his mind thought back to the events of the day. “I really don’t think I’m in the mood for any picnics this year.”

“Don’t tell me our father is turning into an old sourpuss?” Joe teasingly announced. Ben shot him a look. “No, I just don’t feel like attending.”
“Well if you were to attend, who’d you like to pick out the bowl this year, Pa?” Hoss questioned. “I know Joe would like Miss Acer and Adam would like Miss Walker, but how ‘bout you?”

Before Ben could answer, Joe intervened. “Oh, come on Hoss. That’s an easy one. We all know how fond Pa is of Clementine Hawkins.” Joe then burst out laughing as Adam and Hoss chuckled.

Ben instantly turned towards his son in an outrage. “I don’t find anything funny in that statement, Joseph.”

Everyone was a little taken aback by his brashness. Joe especially, who winced at the power of his father’s words directly aimed at his face.

“Pa, I was only…”

“Joking? Well, let me just tell you, young man, that I’m not in the mood for any jokes, especially pertaining to the Widow Hawkins. Is that clear?”

“Yes, sir,” Joe simply stated and bowed his head so that his father could not see him stifle his laughter.

“Did something happen in town today pertaining to the Widow Hawkins, Pa?” Adam knowingly questioned.

Hoss spoke up before his father could answer. “Yeah, did she call you her, oh what’s the word… Goosey?”

Adam and Joe both laughed out loud at their brother’s words.

“I believe the correct terminology is Ducky, brother,” Adam corrected.

Ben slammed his silverware down on the table and arose. “That is enough!” He bellowed. The room fell silent, other than a few snickers escaping from the lips of those sitting.

Ben’s eyes scanned the table as he tried to find the right words to say. After a few moments, he just muttered, “I’m going for a walk.” Then he briskly made his way out the door.

That allowed the laughter to flow freely around the table.

“Touchy, ain’t he?” Joe said. His words intermixed with hardy laughter.

“Judging by Pa’s reaction, I think we better back off just a bit, though. He seemed pretty angry.” Hoss was always the voice of reason.

Adam suddenly arose.

“Where are you going?” Joe questioned.

Adam turned towards his brothers, speaking in a strong English accent,

“Well, blimey. I think I’ll take a bit of a stroll to see if I can find our Ducky. He seems to be a wee bit out of sorts this evening wouldn’t you say?”

“You’re braver than I am, brother.” Hoss responded as he watched Adam grab his coat and head out looking for his father.

That left only Joe and Hoss at the table. After a long moment, Joe spoke.

“Hey, Hoss? Do you want to have some fun at the picnic? I think I know a way we can really get Pa?”

“Joe, you saw how mad he was tonight.”

“Yes, because he could vent his anger directly at a person. But what if the outcome was based purely on luck?”

Hoss gave Joe a puzzled look. He could see the gleam in his brother’s eye that for some reason always enticed him to want to learn more. After a moment, he leaned close and simply stated, “What do you have in mind, Joe?”

 

The picnic came a few days later and by then, Ben was in a much better mood. He had avoided town by sending Adam to do his affairs. There was plenty of work to be done around the ranch and soon Ms. Clementine Hawkins was no longer weighing heavily on his mind.

The four Cartwrights arrived at the picnic site dressed in their Sunday best. The meadow was all a bustle. There was a small grandstand assembled as well as a pie making contest booth. Decorations lined the meadow and already a game of horseshoes had begun down by the river. The sun was shining and it looked like it was going to be a beautiful day. Hoss jumped down from the wagon just in time to have a woman bustle by with a freshly baked, still warm, pie. She was making a beeline for the booth to put register her entry. Hoss took in a deep breath as the smell wafted up his nostrils.

“Mmm, strawberry rhubarb,” he announced, and then patted his stomach.

Joe came up to him. “Well, you know there’s still time to get involved in the judging…”

Hoss immediately found displeasure in his brother’s statement. “Oh… it don’t hurt to smell it none.”

Ben, Adam, and Joe all chuckled.

Joe turned to his father. “Hey, Pa. Hoss and I offered to help Roy out with getting things organized. We’ll catch up with you and Adam later.”

Joe patted his brother on the back and turned him towards the grand stand.

Adam and Ben watched the two depart.

“Well, what do you suppose that was all about?” Ben asked his eldest son.

“I don’t know, Pa, but I bet it has something to do with Rebecca Acer. Her Pa is sponsoring the picnic this year.”

Both men laughed and turned towards the river to partake in the festivities.

Joe walked hastily towards the grandstand with Hoss lagging behind.

“Hoss. Will you hurry up? We only have a little bit of time to get things in place.”

Hoss suddenly stopped.

“You know Joe, I’ve been thinking. I don’t think this would be a good idea. I mean if we get caught, well… it’s cheating is all.”

Joe walked back to his brother and put his arm around his shoulder. The two began walking side by side.

“As I told you before, Hoss, it ain’t cheating. It’s just a little joke that I can guarantee no one will know about except us. That is if you do as I tell you to do.”

Hoss scowled at his brother still uncertain.

“Hoss all we are going to do is help Pa get the right picnic date is all. Our actions won’t affect anyone else’s draw… just Pa’s. He leaned closer into his brother. Besides, how often do we get to see Pa squirm?”

Hoss chuckled at that thought and Joe took it as a good sign. “Okay, let’s review what we need to do.”
An hour later, everyone gathered around the grandstand ready to find out the lucky name of their picnic guest. The men were all lined up ready to walk up to the grandstand. Joe stood next to Roy coffee with a bowl filled with all the female names.

“Okay, everyone, you know the rules. The men come up one at a time and choose a name from the bowl. They announce their lucky date, who then meets them to the right of the stage, and then you’re free to go where ever you choose for your lunch. Shall we begin, gentlemen?”

The first man stepped forward and Joe held the bowl out to him. He picked a name out and called out to the crowd. “Jenny Walker.” The man smiled as a young blond-haired girl met him with a picnic basket in her hand. He offered her his arm and the two walked off together.

This procedure continued uninterrupted .Joe watched anxiously as his father moved steadily closer and closer to him in line. Finally Ben Cartwright was the next drawer. Joe glanced nervously around. He casually lowered the drawing bowl to just below the covered table in front of him .Using his other hand, he carefully lifted the tablecloth and stuck the bowl underneath. Hoss quickly grabbed what was offered and replaced it with an identical item.

Joe then raised the new bowl up as his father approached.

Everything seemed to be going along so smoothly, or was it? The hidden brother under the table had a made a slight mistake as he handed the bowl over to his awaiting brother. It was cramped corners under that table and poor Hoss had been on his hands and knees for nearly an hour waiting. As he rotated under the table, his right leg briefly appeared out the other side towards the audience. He quickly remedied the situation, but not before his eagle-eye older brother caught a glimpse of the movement from under the table.

Adam at first was stunned. Then a coy smirk began to form on his face. He glanced around to see if anyone else had noticed the event. They were all too busy watching his father. Satisfied for the time, he folded his arms and waited to see what enveloped.

“Good luck, Pa.” Joe amusingly stated as Ben’s strong hand reached into the bowl.

He pulled out one of the names and unfolded it eagerly. His face instantly turned white as he softly muttered under his breath, “This can’t be…”

Joe grabbed the piece of paper from his father’s hands and shouted loudly

“Clementine Hawkins!”

The crowd reacted to the news with a loud cheer. Ben remained stationary.

“Pa…. Pa! Ah… you’re supposed to meet her over there.”

Joe pointed to the eagerly waving woman awaiting him.

Ben swallowed hard and remained still. Clementine Hawkins boldly made her way up to the grandstand.

“Oh Ducky, how fortunate I am. Surely it’s fate that brought us together. Come now.” Clementine grabbed hold of Ben’s arm and began leading him away, talking about the wonderful lunch she had made and the special cookies that awaited him.

During the interchange, Joe was able to swap bowls once more and stood, quite pleased with himself, as the line continued through.

Finally, it was Adam’s turn. He strolled up to Joe and grabbed a name. Then he leaned in close and said, “You better work on your brother’s, shall we say, table etiquette?” Joe’s eyes bulged, realizing that Adam was on to his scheme. Adam then turned towards the crowd.

“Rebecca Acer,” he announced. Then he patted his brother on the shoulder and walked confidently over to the young woman waiting for him.
Suddenly, Joe didn’t look so pleased with himself. His mind raced with anxiety. “If Adam tells Pa….”

“Well, that about does it Joe.”

Joe was brought back from his thoughts by Sheriff Coffee’s voice.

“That leaves you, me, and Hoss left to draw.”

“Go ahead,” Joe said with a lack of enthusiasm.

Sheriff Coffee drew his name.

“Where’s Hoss?” he questioned.

Joe muttered the first thing that came to his mind, “He went to see how the pie making contest was going and I told him I’d draw for him.”

Joe pulled out one of the remaining two names. “Cheryl Guthrie will be with my brother and Joanna Montgomery will be with me.”

The two ladies met Joe as the rest of the audience dispersed. Hoss peaked out and managed to get out of his hiding place unseen. He walked around the back of the grandstand and met up with his brother and the two young ladies.

“You sure were right about what you said, Joe,” Hoss announced with enthusiasm. He then gave his brother a big wink.

Hoss offered Cheryl his arm and the two walked off to enjoy their lunch together.

“I’m glad he can at least enjoy himself,” Joe muttered.

“Pardon me,” Joanna questioned.

Joe realized his error. Oh, I said “I’m glad to see him enjoying himself.” Joe smiled and turned his attention back to the subject at hand. “Now, where would you like to go for our lunch, dear lady?”

The girl nervously giggled and blushed. “How about we go down by the river near lover’s rock?”

Joe offered her his arm and the two strolled off in that direction. He’d have to deal with brother Adam later.

 

Clementine led Ben over towards the river. There was a beautiful old tree with plenty of shade from the sun.

“Now you sit yourself right down, Benjamin. I have a special lunch prepared for you.”

Then, without warning, she pushed heavily on Ben’s shoulder to aid him in her request The pressure knocked him off balance and he sort of flopped to the ground rather than seating himself of his own accord. This did not phase Clementine in the least, nor did it interrupt her trend of thought.

“I just knew it was going to be my lucky day when I woke up this morning, thanks to me beloved Harry mind you. Do you know what he used to tell me?”

Clementine paused for a brief breath and continued without waiting for a response.

“He’d say, ‘Clemmie, you know it’s your lucky day when you wake up in the morning to find that you have your pillow over your head rather than resting upon it. That means you slept soundly and you’re ready to take on a new day… and just being ready brings you all the luck in the world me love.’”

Clementine laughed and glanced over at Ben who had made himself a bit more comfortable by propping his back against the tree trunk. He smiled complacently and nervously looked around to see if anyone was watching.

Clementine began pulling the lunch out of the basket.

“I made chicken, I hope you like chicken, Benjamin. It was Harry’s favorite.”

“That will be fine, Clementine,” he simply stated. Then suddenly his ears heard a few faint sniffles. He turned toward the sound to find Clementine daubing her eyes with a napkin.

“Oh, I’m terribly sorry, Benjamin, terribly sorry.”

Ben immediately arose to his knees and moved closer to her, gently grabbing hold of her shoulders.

“Clementine, are you okay. I did not mean to offend you. I’m sure the chicken will be just fine.”

“Oh, Benjamin you silly goose! I’m certainly not fondly attached to that chicken. Lord knows I butchered it me shelf this morning.”

She laughed slightly as she patted one of his hands that remained resting on her shoulder.

Ben chuckled.

It’s just…the little things…” her voice trailed off as she hung her head solemnly.

Ben Cartwright read right through her words. He knew exactly her sentiment. So many times he thought he had smelled Marie’s perfume or heard words spoken with a special lilt that reminded him of his first wife Elizabeth. He squeezed her shoulders caringly and was about to speak when Clementine thrust something up at him.

“A twig! Lands sakes I’m crying over a plain old twig! It was still in the basket where me Harry left it.”

Ben couldn’t help but laugh aloud at her outburst.

“Well, if it’s any consolation, for me it was a plain old rock! Inger carried it in her pocket as a good luck charm.”

Clementine laughed and then reached up and gently squeezed his cheek. “Thank you, Ducky,” was all that was spoken before she slipped the twig into her apron pocket and began dishing up the meal.

 

Ben and Clementine ate their lunch and chatted. Well, Ben listened and Clementine chatted. She chatted about everything and anything her mind drifted upon. Ben was cordial and polite, but his head was beginning to pound from all that incessant talking.

Clementine Hawkins was a sweet woman in many ways, but she just wasn’t Ben’s type. His mind drifted back to the events in town and he wondered what it was that made people think they were the perfect pair.

At that moment, the Mayor and his wife came into view. Ben’s eyes bulged at the sight. He adjusted his hat down just a tad and huddled slightly against the base of the tree. His actions were barely noticeable, but enough to draw the attention of his picnic guest and make her turn around.

And then…

“Woo Hoo!” Clementine’s voice rang out as she happily waved in greeting. The Mayor and his wife turned and began walking towards them. Ben cringed and begrudgingly began to arise.

“Benjamin, we have guests!” Clementine announced as she walked over hastily and tugged at his arm to speed up the process.

“Yes, I can see,” Ben stated matter-of-factly. He then had but a moment to straighten his hat and ready himself for the unwanted visitors.

“Clementine, it’s so good to see you out and about.” The two women grabbed hands in greeting. Then Olivia leaned in closer to her friend and whispered, “It seems you have your favorite escort with you today as well. How fitting.” Clementine smiled.

“I must say Benjamin is a fine man… a fine man indeed. He allows me to prattle away without a qualm. He’d let me do it the whole day long, too, if I pleased…”

Clementine turned and walked over towards Ben. She reached up to gently pinch his cheek before finishing her statement.

“…wouldn’t you, Ducky.” Ben’s face was one of sheer annoyance at her actions, but being the ‘fine gent’ he was he turned towards the Mayor and abruptly changed the subject.

“I see we have an election approaching. Do you plan to run for office again?”

The Mayor smirked at Ben’s comment, knowing full well he was not the least bit interested in whether he ran for re-election.

“Yes, indeed, but let’s not waste the day with idle chatter. Shall we?” Then he turned towards his wife. “Come along, Olivia.”

The Mayor then winked at Ben and thrust a knowing elbow into his side.

“Let’s allow Ben and Clementine the luxury of enjoying their day, my dear.” He then offered Olivia his arm and the two strolled happily away.

Ben watched the two depart in stunned silence. He could feel his anger building. Clementine noticed his stature and knew that she had overstepped her boundaries.

“Benjamin.” There was no response. “Benjamin.” This time Clementine grabbed hold of his arm and her touch aroused him from his thoughts.

“Please sit down. There’s something I need to say to you.”

“Oh? Well I’d say you said quite enough,” Ben stated through gritted teeth and remained standing. Clementine quietly moved away from him, leaning against the tree. There was a long pause of silence and then…

“I suppose I’ve been a bit forceful with you, Benjamin, but there’s good reasons for me actions. I ask you again to sit down and give me a chance to explain. Lord knows you’ve listened to me chatter away all afternoon the least you can do is listen for a wee bit longer.”

Benjamin looked over at Clementine who had her back to him. He didn’t mean to sound so harsh.

“I’m sorry, Clementine. I didn’t mean…”

His words were cut off as Clementine abruptly turned around and repeated her request.

“Sit, Benjamin, and I will not hear another word of it.”

Ben rolled his eyes and found his spot, this time unassisted, against the tree trunk once more.

“Now, I’m about to spill the beans, you might say, so give me the luxury of saying me peace before you run me over the coals.”

Ben just stared at Clementine. “What was this all about?” he wondered. Well, he was just about to find out whether he wanted to or not.

 

“Well, best to be blunt I always say. Benjamin I’m afraid my actions may have produced some inaccurate assumptions around town.”

Clementine nervously looked over at Ben and sheepishly smiled.

Ben eyed her suspiciously. “Assumptions? What sort of assumptions?”

“Well, I’m afraid I’ve been insinuating… just insinuating mind you that you and I … well… that you’re my new beau… so to speak.”

Ben stiffened at hearing her words. He pursed his lips together as he felt the anger build inside. He looked like a tea kettle ready to spout steam.

Then his resounding voice burst forth from his lips. “Clementine, I ….”

“Ah…ah…ah. Benjamin” Clementine was quick to interrupt.

“We will have none of that shouting. Lord knows I deserve it, but I am confident that we can conduct this conversation in a civilized manner.”

Ben shot her a glare and then lowered his head and rubbed the back of his neck to try and ease his frustration.

“Now as I was saying, I did start some assumptions and just as you witnessed right now I’ve added a little role play along with them at times for emphasis, but I had good reason.”

“Well, I would be anxious to hear that reason,” Ben stated in a much calmer, but still very agitated voice.

“Oh Benjamin, don’t you see? After me Harry died, I took on a new role as Virginia City’s Widow Hawkins. A glorious title bestowed upon me as if I were a knight in the King’s Court. Suddenly, I was treated like a fine piece of china, so fragile… ready to break at any moment. Everyone wanted to help me with everything and, although I know they meant well, there is only so much pity a gal can take.”

Clementine sat down across from Ben in a huff. “Do you know what it is like to have people treat you as if you are the most miserable soul on earth? It didn’t matter how bubbly I acted or cheerful I seemed I’d always hear them whisper, ‘That poor dear. She seems so lost without her husband and so lonesome.’ It was enough to depress anyone I’d say.” Clementine suddenly held her hand to her stomach. “It turns me stomach sour just thinking about it.”

Ben smirked and Clementine could tell he was softening.

“Well, I just had to do something to let the people in town know that Clementine Hawkins was going to be just fine. The only way I could do that was to make them think I had found someone else in my life. That someone was you. Someone they respected and looked up to and could trust. And you know something, Ducky? It worked.”

Ben looked over at Clementine. “Yes, I’d say it did at that.” Then he chuckled, “Almost a little, too well.”

Clementine smiled broadly as she folded her arms to her chest. “Been taking some fair ribbing, lately?”

Ben sheepishly averted his eyes. Clementine moved closer to him and cupped his hands in hers.

“I want you to know, Ben, that you were the only one that treated me differently. Not once did I feel pity from you.”

Ben patted her hands gently. The peaceful moment lasted only briefly, however.

“Well, now Benjamin. We have a lot of work to do before this day is through. No use wasting away under this tree.”

Clementine jumped to her feet, leaving Ben looking up at her in puzzlement.

In one fell swoop, Clementine grabbed hold of his bandana and with one tug catapulted him to his feet. Ben stood stunned and slightly disheveled.

“What… What… do you mean Clementine?” He questioned.

“Me Harry always said there is only one way to get rid of people’s assumptions and that’s by living them out to the fullest in front of their eyes. Come now, Ducky!”

 

Clementine had to work the rest of the afternoon on her scheme. Ben was not an easy one to convince. He did not like to put on a show and be something he was not, but Clementine just kept whittling away at him and moving ahead regardless of his “belly squawking.” Eventually he begrudgingly gave in and, as late afternoon approached, the two began to make their way to the grandstand.

Meanwhile, the afternoon picnic was a disappointment for Little Joe. His partner was a nice young gal, but his mind was preoccupied with what had transpired earlier. He tried to be cordial and friendly, but all he could think about was what Adam knew and what that meant for him and his brother. Finally, his partner gave up trying to engage him in conversation and politely asked him if they could return a little early.

“I promised to help Mrs. Walker clean up from the pie eating contest,” was the excuse given.

It didn’t take long for Joe to comply and then he hastily set off in search for his brother. He found Hoss and his girl nestled on a blanket near the lake. He apologized to Cheryl for the intrusion and told Hoss that he needed to talk to him right away for it was a matter of urgency.

“Can’t it wait, Joe? Cheryl was telling me about her new foal.”

“No…. Hoss. This is important.” He then turned towards Cheryl. “Again, I apologize, but I’m afraid I’m going to have take Hoss with me right now.”

“Oh I hope there isn’t anything too terribly wrong, Joe,” the girl questioned in concern.

“No… No… Nothing you need to worry about. I just need to speak to Hoss about something that can’t wait.”

Hoss looked over at his brother. He knew that in most instances whatever seemed important to Joe wasn’t really all that important, but rather than make a scene he said his goodbyes and followed Joe.

“Alright, little brother, this better be good. What’s so dad burn important anyhow that you couldn’t wait another half hour to tell me.

“Do you value your life, brother?

“What do you mean?” Hoss suspiciously questioned.

Joe took in a deep breath and blurted out the words slowly and distinctly.

“Adam saw your big boot sticking out from under the table.”

Hoss looked stunned. “Are you sure, Joe?”

“Yes, I’m sure and you know what that means.”

“Dad gummit,” he’ll hold that over us forever. Oh, why did I let you talk me into such a scheme in the first place?”

Hoss scowled at his brother and Joe looked anxiously over at him.

“Now, Hoss, there’s no use taking it out on me. I just merely suggested the plan, but you chose to take part in it.”

Hoss removed his hat and swiped his hair in frustration. He kicked the ground at his feet as he contemplated. Then he replaced his hat and looked directly at Joe.

“Adam is going to hold this over our heads for a long time, Joe. We’re just going to have to take what he gives us until it runs its course. Unless you want to fess up and tell Pa…”

“Are you crazy, brother? You know how he feels about the Widow Hawkins! We’ll just have to let brother Adam have his fun and hope he takes pity on us… eventually.”

The solemn souls then turned and made their way to the grandstand.

By the time they got there, Adam had returned and was leaning by the wagon waiting. Most of the other townsfolk had drifted in as well and were re-gathering with family members.

The two brothers approached Adam.

“Hey, Adam,” Joe nervously greeted him.

“Well, if it isn’t my two mischievous brothers. I do hope you had an enjoyable afternoon. Rebecca and I had simply a wonderful time.”

Hoss scowled. “Alright, we both know you saw us so what is it going to cost us to keep your fool mouth shut?”

Adam confidingly grinned. “Yes, I’ve been thinking about that.”

“Yes, I’m sure you have,” Joe coldly stated. “Come on, spit it out.”

“Well, the way I figure it, being the kind, considerate brothers that you are, I have a feeling that I won’t have to volunteer for extra work around the ranch for quite some time. I now know that I have two caring brothers who will be more than willing to volunteer to do the work ahead of me.

Now I’m sure you two realize how much your backs are up against the wall just as much as I realize ‘The world’s my oyster.’ However, I am your brother and, therefore feel that it would be inappropriate for me to demand a monetary sum in payment for my silence. Now if you so chose to purchase me a gift… like that new rifle in the catalog? I would be more than gracious and humbled by your generosity.”

Joe and Hoss just angrily scowled at Adam who was obviously enjoying every minute.

“Anything else, your Majesty?” Joe sarcastically stated.

“Well, I’m sure we can work out the finer details of…” Adams voice suddenly trailed off as his eyes fell upon his father and Clementine Hawkins approaching.

Joe and Hoss turned their attention to see what made their brother pause in mid-statement.

The vision they saw was like the parting of the Red Sea. Clustered Townspeople moving to the left or right as Ben and Clementine confidently beat a path down the middle between them. Ben had his arm interlocked with hers and he held her hand fondly in his. The two seemed blind to their surroundings, each eyeing the other lovingly.

The three brothers eyed one another and then moved cautiously over to meet their father.

 

“Oh Benjamin, you’re such a gentlemen. What’s a lady to do?” Clementine announced louder than normal. Then she leaned her head against his shoulder and fiddled with his bandana.

“And I can’t remember when I spent such an enjoyable day in the presence of such a special lady,” Ben replied. “I must say I’m a lucky man to have chosen your name from the fishbowl.” He then gave Clementine a loving squeeze.

“Hi, Pa,” Adam greeted. It was all the words he could muster, given the shock of seeing his Pa so at ease around Clementine.

“Boys.” Then he turned to Clementine and said, “We’ll have to have you over to our house more often, Clementine dear. It will give you a chance to get to know these fine boys of mine much better.”

“Yes, Ben. They are fine specimens, fine specimens indeed.” Clementine reached over to feel Hoss’s arm muscle as she spoke. They are so strong and handsome and charming, just like their father.”

This made Hoss blush slightly.

Suddenly, Joe spoke up. Did you two really have that enjoyable of a day?”

“More spectacular than you can imagine. Clementine and I had a chance to talk and get to know one another much better.” He then nestled up to her cheek and gave her a slight squeeze. “She cooks the finest chicken, too.”

Clementine let out a laugh at Ben’s comment and then added, “That’s because I don’t get too attached to them prior to baking!”

The two new companions laughed hardily, obviously sharing an inside joke between them.

Joe looked over at Adam with a holier than though expression. “Did you hear that, Adam? Pa said that he had a spectacular time.

Hoss jumped in anxiously. “Yeah, brother, and I’d say he has me and Joe to thank for that.”

Adam simply smirked for he always knew that his brothers had a way of spilling the beans without him having to lift a finger. Now all he could do was sit back and watch.

“What’s this all about?” Ben questioned.

Hoss suddenly realized his mistake. “Oh, nothing Pa.”

Then he shot Joe a ‘help me little brother’ look.

“Well I know you two well enough that your ‘nothings’ always end up to be ‘somethings’.”

Ben glared at Joe and then Hoss.

Now what is this all about?” Ben’s voice escalated with every word.

“Now, Ducky. I’m sure the boys are just funning you a little. There’s no need to get riled. Let’s go over to the pie contest table and see how me Harry’s favorite pie fared, shall we?”

Clementine didn’t wait for a response, but once again tugged Ben by the bandana to aid him along. She then whispered under her breath as they strolled towards the table,

“You’re doing just fine, Ducky… such a fine actor you are. I do believe our little scheme is working, don’t you?”

Ben’s mind drifted away from what had just happened as he looked around at the townspeople. There wasn’t a set of eyes that were not upon them. The observer’s expressions were one of disbelief and Ben and Clementine’s actions had basically silenced the lot. As they passed by more people, they would receive a slight head nod or tip of the hat, but there were no whispers or giggles that followed. As much as Ben baulked about Clementine’s plan when he first heard it, he had to give the gal credit. He smiled at Clementine and then winked.

“Your Harry was a smart man.” Ben then interlocked arms once again with Clementine and continued to move towards the table.

Meanwhile, Hoss was recovering from a stiff elbow to the gut given to him by his little brother shortly after his father moved away.

“Sometimes I think you were behind the door when the brains were passed out, Hoss. Don’t you ever stop to think before you speak?”

“Now listen, Joe. No need in getting insulting. It just slipped out plain and simple.” Hoss winced and rubbed his side as he straightened.

“Well, how do you propose we handle Pa’s question? You know he’s going to ask us again. Then what do we say? And don’t you dare say just tell him the truth.”

“I don’t rightly know, Joe, but there’s one thing for sure. I ain’t going to worry about until I have to worry about it. The way Pa’s eyeing the Widow right now I’d say he’s plenty enough preoccupied with other affairs.”

All three brothers turned to take a gander at Virginia City’s new couple.

It was at that moment that everything changed. Ben and Clementine had been exchanging loving remarks to one another. Clementine’s pie had taken third place and she began to ramble on about how her Harry just loved her pies. Ben feared she was going off on a tangent and decided it was time to finish off the charade with one final kiss, just as they planned.

“Every time I’d bake, I’d have to make 10 pies in order to fill me Harry’s wants. 10 pies! I’d bake all day and he’d devour them in one evening and be begging me to make even more…”

Clementine’s words trailed off as Benjamin sudden reached out and turned her towards him. They stood; eyes locked, staring at one another. And then, the two leaned in for a passionate kiss. It was as if they silenced the world around them. Ben smiled at Clementine and Clementine smiled at Ben, both basking in a moment of glory; their plan complete. Or was it? Well, in Ben’s mind it was anyway. He had fulfilled his role with perfection.

Clementine didn’t say it, but she was proud of how well he had done, which made what she had to do next rather difficult. She leaned in close to Ben’s ear and whispered.

“Benjamin, I’m afraid there is just one more little bit to this role play that I neglected to inform you about prior. I do apologize for this, but keep it in mind I have me reasons… me Harry to think about… it’s just too soon.”

With that, she stepped away and swung hard. The blow connected directly on Ben’s left cheek and the unexpectedness of it forced him to topple. Unfortunately, he toppled right atop the pie booth that immediately collapsed due to the added weight. Let’s just say pie filling went everywhere.

Clementine turned towards the mess and placed her hands on her hips. “Benjamin Cartwright, how dare you. Me Harry’s hardly been in the ground and you already expect me to love another man? You should be ashamed of yourself for expecting our relationship to move that fast.”

She then spun on her heels and marched off, leaving poor Ben to find his own way out.

From across the way, Adam spoke, “I think you can worry, now.”

Joe gulped and Hoss felt his stomach turn.

Adam was thoroughly enjoying the moment. “That new rifle is going to be so useful come hunting season.” He then patted Joe on the shoulder and rushed over to aid his father. Hoss and Joe begrudgingly followed.

By the time they got to him, Ben’s anger was at a boiling point. He had managed to slide his way over to the edge and Adam grabbed hold of his hand to assist him to his feet. Their father stood before them covered from head to toe in various berries, puddings and meringues. Everyone had clustered around making comments to one another and explaining what happened to those that did not witness the event.

Ben bellowed, “That woman!” as he wiped goop from his eyes. Joe graciously reached into his pocket and handed his handkerchief to his Pa.

“Here you go, Pa.”

Ben snatched it from his hands and wiped what could be wiped away.

“Where is she? Where did she go?” Ben’s ire was enough to scare anyone.
He began pacing back and forth in a huff, with all kinds of thoughts racing in his mind.

“Pa, I think you better calm down,” Adam stated.

Ben shot his eldest a stern look. “Don’t tell me to calm down!” he bellowed. “That woman and I have a score to settle.”

“Yes, but I think it might be better to settle that score on another day…”

Ben opened his mouth again ready to give Adam what for, but then he realized what had been said. Deep down he knew Adam was right. He would do something he’d regret if he went after the widow Hawkins in his current state of mind.

His mind reflected back on the day and all the events leading up to it. Why had she done what she did? Given his current state of mind, he could only come up with one answer.

“That woman’s crazy I tell you, simply crazy. I don’t want to have any part of her,” Ben stated in a huff.

“Now Pa, you know you don’t mean that either,” Adam responded. “Remember she is still recovering from the loss of her husband and all.”

Adam hoped his words would bring out a little sympathy from his father.

“Well, I’ll tell you one thing… from now on I do not want to be alone with that woman for not even an instant. One of you boys will have to accompany me on any visits. No ifs, ands, or buts about it!”

“Anything you say, Pa,” Adam calmly responded. At least now, Ben’s face was not as red as it had been moments prior.

“Why don’t we get you home, Pa, so you can clean up a bit before supper,” Hoss suggested.

“Yeah, Pa. I’ll wash out your clothes while you take a hot bath,” Joe added, “and I’m sure I can get all of the berries out of your gun, too.”

These sudden acts of kindness triggered Ben’s memory.

He walked over to within inches of his two boys and eyed them suspiciously. Joe and Hoss swallowed hard and looked just a tad bit nervous.

“That leads me to another point. Didn’t I hear you two say something about me thanking you for this day?”

“Ah gee, no Pa. Uh, why would we think you’d have to thank us?”

“That’s exactly what I’d like to find out Joseph. Start talking!”

At that moment, Adam had decided he had had his fun. There was no greater pleasure than to watch his brother’s squirm. He’d done it all his life; the silent observer watching and waiting for the right moment to step in and save his brothers’ hides.

“Pa, I think what Hoss meant back there was not anything specific mind you. We all saw that you were having such a great day and well, if you remember, you weren’t too keen on coming at first.”

“Yeah Pa, I just meant you should thank us for encouraging you to come is all,” Hoss nervously added. Then Joe, Hoss, and Adam waited to see how their father would respond.

There was a long silence and then Ben reached up and rubbed the back of his neck. He knew there was more to the story. He lifted his finger up and waggled it as he spoke.

“You listen and you listen real well… I will take that as your answer for now, but if I find out otherwise…”

Ben then turned and stormed off towards the wagon, leaving a trail of pie filling behind.

Joe and Hoss exhaled loudly and Hoss reached over and patted Adam on the back.

“Thanks, brother. We sure owe you a lot.”

“You can surely count on that rifle now,” Joe added.

Adam folded his arms and smiled that knowing smile.

“Yes, that’s a start. Just don’t forget to add the finer details…” He then turned and strolled confidently away.

That left Joe and Hoss alone.

“What does he mean ‘the finer details’? That rifle is going to cost us a pretty penny in the first place, Joe.”

Joe couldn’t help but laugh aloud. “Did you see the lemon meringue stuck on his boots?”

Hoss chuckled. “Yeah… and then there was the strawberries stuck to his sideburns and the apples in his hair.”

This brought a full round of laughter and then Joe put his arm around his brother and the two started walking towards the wagon.

“I don’t know about you, Hoss, but given the current set of conditions, I’m willing to give our older brother anything he asks for… at least for a while anyway.”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right, little brother. I guess you’re right.”

 

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