Summary:   The success of the Ponderosa causes a long time enemy to seek its destruction, using whatever means possible.

Rated K+  (13,545 words)

The Only Series:

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Finding the Way Home

Finding the Way Home

“And the contract is awarded to Joseph and Ben Cartwright.” Grumbling filled the meeting room as a large group of men headed to the exit. Ben turned and looked with pride at his son. What a long way from the days of Will Povey and that lumber contract, Ben thought as he watched his son shake the hands of the men who had made the decision to use Cartwright timber for their project. As Ben walked towards him, Joe was the picture of self-assuredness as he discussed his plans. “Once you forward us the specifications, we’ll be able to get things underway” Joe said confidently. Taking up a pen to sign the contract before him, he looked up at his father, and pointed the pen towards him, as if to ask if he’d like to do the signing. No words were needed between the men, as Ben’s chocolate colored eyes told Joe that his signature spoke for the Ponderosa just as much as his own. Joe smiled and nodded as he put the pen to paper.

Still reveling in the moment, Ben slapped Joe on the back. “Great job, son. How about we head to the Silver Dollar for a quick celebratory drink?” “Don’t have to ask me twice, Pa, let’s go.” Joe replied, as they walked into the saloon. Settling in at a back table, Joe looked around the room and saw most of the usual suspects, gambling and flirting with the saloon gals as always. “Joe Cartwright, it has been AGES since you’ve graced our fine establishment” said a barmaid as she placed their drinks on the table. Joe felt his face flush as his father looked on. “W-Well, Rosy, I guess getting married does change a man’s lifestyle a bit.”

Rosy put her tray to her chest. “My, my, I forgot about that. You up and marrying a girl from back east. That was the talk of the town for quite a while. You ever tire of her, don’t forget, we are all still here and would love for…” Joe cut her off abruptly. “Rosy, I could never tire of my wife. Never. And don’t you forget that.” His emerald eyes flashing, Rosy knew he was serious. Dead serious. “OK Joe, I understand. You take care now.” She rushed from the table before she could say another word. Ben chucked as he teased Joe, “And just what kind of reputation were you giving the Cartwright name before Merrie came along?” Joe blushed once again as he stammered, “N-Nothing you’d want to know about, Pa, really. I have to go and pick up Merrie now. I-I’ll meet you at home.” He took a last sip of his beer and left the bar in haste, nervously knocking down a few chairs in the process. When you do things like that son, you are still a young boy to me, Ben mused as he took another sip of beer.

The Territorial Enterprise office was busy with the sound of the printing press humming in the background. “Anyone here?” Joe yelled as he entered. A voice came from the back room. “I’m in here!” Joe smiled as he headed back and grabbed his wife from behind. After giving her a long kiss, Joe asked, “Are you ready to go home, Mrs. Cartwright?” Merrie turned and looked up at him. “Give me five minutes and I’m all yours. How did the contract go?” Joe said proudly, “We got it, Merrie. They’ll be using Cartwright lumber on the new wharf project.” “That’s great!” she cried. “Between that, the horse contracts coming in from the Army and the rest, it looks like it’ll be a busy summer.” “Sure does” Joe answered, “Now how about we get out of here and go visit the Yankee Granite Head?” “Be nice to your brother, cowboy.” Merrie admonished. “After all, he did stay a bit longer than he anticipated working on our new home.”

“Let’s move that piece over here!” Adam was hard at work on the new Cartwright house. As much as he refused to believe it, he still loved working in the outdoors on projects like this. Living in a big city had robbed him of this pleasure for too long, and it felt good to be in the wide open spaces once again, the smell of fresh cut pine in the air and the sounds of rapping hammers all around him. Putting his hands on his hips, Adam looked at the work in progress and was pleased with what he saw. I hope that Joe and Merrie are as happy with it as I am, he thought, as he picked up the blueprints and walked to the front of the house. As the afternoon wore on, Joe and Merrie arrived to take a peek at Adam’s handiwork. Merrie looked up at the house, her face captivated by the sight before her. “Spectacular, simply spectacular.” She couldn’t take her eyes off of the impressive structure in front of her. It was bigger than any home she had ever seen back east. Joe was equally impressed with his brother’s work. “Adam, I can’t thank you enough…” Adam interrupted his brother. “Joe, it has been wonderful being home and being part of the family again. This is just a small gesture to say ‘Thanks’ for everything you and Merrie have done to make me feel like I had never left.” “Small gesture my foot, Adam Cartwright. Look at the size of this place. It is a palace.” Always one to spurn a compliment, Adam put his hand on his brother’s shoulder and changed the subject. “How about I give the two of you the grand tour of your new home? Still a bit to be done, but maybe it’ll help Merrie pick out her décor.” Both Merrie and Joe nodded in agreement, and Adam proudly led the way to the front door.

The brown-haired gentleman sat in a windowless room, awaiting the arrival of his friend. It had been a while since they had met, and the gentleman wasn’t anxious to inform his friend of the latest news from town. He knew just how angry he would be when he was told of the Cartwright’s latest success. A metal door creaked open, and a uniformed guard led a man, shackled on both his ankles and wrists, to a nearby chair. The guard walked back to the door and exited, a large slam indicating that he was gone. The inmate looked to his friend, his eyes fixed on his face. He growled, “So? Did you get that timber contract?” The gentleman started to fidget in his chair, his eyes looking to the ground. “W-Well, no, Will, we weren’t able to secure that contract. Someone came in with a better bid.” Will Povey’s eyes burned with anger. He yelled, “Are you kidding? Who could’ve bested that bid?” He didn’t need his friend to respond. He looked up and angrily banging his fists on his lap, snarled, “Cartwright. It was Joe Cartwright, wasn’t it?” All his friend could do was nod.

The anger that Will Povey had for Joe started many years before. Joe was in his early twenties when he tried to strike out on his own and win a timber contract for the Ponderosa. Povey was shocked when Joe actually won the contract. In his anger, Povey tried to sabotage Joe at every turn as he worked to fulfill his obligation to the mining company. Joe was able to meet his deadlines despite the interruptions, and Povey was arrested and charged with a multitude of crimes, resulting in his long incarceration. He still had many years to serve, but he had a group of men on the outside who were still willing to work for him, the brown-haired gentleman being one of them. As Povey sat, his mind raced as he tried to plot his long-overdue revenge on the Cartwrights. The two men sat across from each other in prolonged silence, until Povey finally looked up and spoke to his friend. “I think it’s time we taught the Cartwrights a well-deserved lesson. If my plan works, their empire will be nothing but a pile of sawdust – worthless.” “How do you intend on doing that?” the friend asked cautiously. Povey smirked. “Hit them where it hurts – where they are most vulnerable. And I think I know exactly where that may be.”

The day finally arrived when Joe and Merrie were able to move into their new home. Merrie was like a little girl, barely able to contain her excitement. “Joe, did you and Adam put all the furniture where we had planned? How does it look? Will we…” Joe took her hand and laughed. “Sweetheart, you’ll get to see it all for yourself in a little while. Gee, I’ve never known you to be so impatient.” “Yes, Joe Cartwright, when it comes to things like this, I can get impatient. How’s about you getting that buckboard ready so we can head over there – Pa and Adam are waiting for us.” Merrie turned and headed out the front door, never looking back. Joe watched as she rushed out and shrugging his shoulders to no one in particular, grabbed his hat and holster as he headed out to join her.

“Do you think Merrie will like it, Pa? Adam was extremely concerned that his sister-in- law be pleased with his final product. “Adam, I think she will be very happy there. Your meticulous attention to every detail can never be duplicated. That home is one in a million.” Ben’s voiced cracked with emotion at those last words. He knew that with the end of this project, Adam would be heading back east. Ben had enjoyed every minute of Adam’s visit over the past few months, and was dreading the inevitable parting. Ben was happy as he realized that this visit had firmly reestablished the relationship between Adam and his family, and for that Ben was grateful. Perhaps it wouldn’t be too long before Adam would visit the Ponderosa again – or perhaps, come home to stay.

The buckboard pulled into the yard, and Merrie hopped out before Joe was able to fully stop the horses. She was running towards the door when Joe yelled, “HOLD IT!” Merrie stopped dead in her tracks, and turned around. “Mrs. Cartwright, did you forget something?” Joe asked with a mischievous smile on his face. Exasperated, Merrie waved her arms in the air. “What! What did I forget, Joe?” All of a sudden, her face dropped. Sheepishly, she looked at Joe and said softly, “Joe, I’m sorry. The threshold. I totally forgot.” Joe started to laugh. “Honey, you’re excited. I totally understand.” He opened his arms and Merrie rushed straight into them. With one arm, Joe scooped her up and headed to the door. He used his foot to push the door open as he entered. Putting Merrie down, he kissed her as he told her, “Welcome home, Mrs. Cartwright.”

Joe and Merrie spent the next few weeks settling into their new home. Merrie was busy sewing curtains, and putting the finishing touches to the various rooms. When he was home, Joe was usually pressed into service moving furniture in different directions, and then usually back into its original place. He found his wife’s attention to detail amusing and loved seeing her so happy. Merrie continued working at the Territorial Enterprise once a week, as editing the weekend edition was something that she truly enjoyed. Back at the Ponderosa, Adam was getting ready for his return to New York. He never anticipated enjoying his return as much as he had. Packing his trunk, he smiled as he recollected all of the memorable moments he had spent with his father, brother, and new sister-in-law. He looked wistfully out his bedroom window as the moon beamed down brightly in the yard, and saw his father walking back from the barn. How he was going to miss Pa, he thought. Time goes by so quickly, and he wondered just how long it would be before he saw him again…..if he would get to see him again. The idea hit Adam like a bolt of lightning – he’d ask Ben to return to New York with him and stay for an extended visit.

All of the Cartwrights came together for dinner the next evening. The mood was somber as everyone knew that the time for Adam’s departure was drawing near. Adam surveyed his family around him and stood glass in hand. “I’d like to propose a toast – if you’d all indulge me. Words are not enough to tell all of you just how happy I’ve been here these past months. Joe, I am so proud of the man you’ve become. The Ponderosa has thrived and grown under your direction. Pa, Joe wouldn’t have been able to accomplish this without your love and guidance. Merrie, you have brought a breath of fresh air to the Ponderosa, and your endless love and support for Joe has helped him mature in a way I never thought I’d see. You have no idea just how much I will miss all of you.” Adam composed himself, as he felt his voice start to waver. “Pa, I wanted to ask you, well, if perhaps you’d like to come and visit New York. It looks to me like Joe has everything under control here, and if he didn’t mind, I thought it would be a good opportunity for you to see the east and just how much it’s grown since you’ve been gone.” Ben looked up at Adam incredulously. As he started to respond, Joe interjected. “That sounds like a great idea, Adam. Things here are well underway – definitely under control. And Pa would be back for the cattle drives, so I could head out and he could run the ranch operation.” Merrie chimed in, “I can handle the books while you’re away, Pa. I’ve watched you often enough to keep things in order.” Ben looked at his children and smiled. He realized that he wouldn’t be able to make a trip of this distance much longer, and knew that the ranch would be in capable hands until he returned. “I guess the two of you have made my decision easier to make. Adam, will you be able to change those reservations?” Adam’s face lit up. He looked to his brother and nodded in thanks.

Ben, Joe, Adam and Merrie exchanged hugs as the stage approached. Ben pulled Joe aside as the stage pulled in and the drivers started to load the luggage. He looked at Joe with watery eyes as he told him, “I know you have everything under control, son. But if you need me to head back for anything, you just send a wire, you hear me?” Joe looked at his father reassuringly. “Pa, it’s going to be fine. Don’t you concern yourself with anything. For once, you don’t have to worry about me – did you ever think you’d see the day? You enjoy yourself with Adam. I think he needs you more than he’s leading on. I bet that once you’re on your way, he’ll have a lot to tell you.” Ben smiled. “When did you get so insightful?” Joe looked at his father and winked as he replied, “Marriage can do that to a man Pa.” As the stage departed, Merrie turned to Joe as she told him, “OK Mr. Cartwright, let’s get to work!” Pulling her close, Joe nuzzled her ear. “And what type of work are you talking about Mrs. Cartwright?” Merrie looked at her husband, giving him a wry smile. “Whatever work you’d like to start first.” With that, Joe grabbed Merrie’s hand as they ran to the buckboard to start the ride home.

Everything continued to run smoothly in Ben’s absence. Joe had started working on the wharf timber contract, having hired an old friend of Ben’s to act as Boss on site. Joe would ride up daily, but Frank Conroy was the day to day coordinator of the job. He would spend time at the breaking corral, working on the most difficult of the horses necessary for the Army contract. Joe also had to check on the cattle operation, making sure that all was going according to plan there as well. He would arrive home late almost every evening, but Merrie would be there to greet him with a smile on her face, a warm bath drawn and a hearty meal on the table.

Late one afternoon, Merrie was in the kitchen chopping vegetables for dinner when she heard a knock on the door. As she opened it, she saw a woman about her age standing before her. Holding her hand was a young girl, about one year of age.

“Is this where I can find Joe Cartwright?” the woman asked. Puzzled, Merrie nodded her head. “Yes, Joe Cartwright lives here. I am his wife, Merrie. Can I help you with something?” The woman’s face hardened. “When will he be back?” she answered, ignoring Merrie’s invitation. Not particularly pleased with the rudeness being shown her, Merrie replied in a clipped tone, “He will not be back until the morning. Again I’ll ask you – what is your business with my husband?” Turning and beginning to walk away, Merrie heard the woman as she said, “I’ll be back tomorrow.” Merrie closed the door behind her, totally perplexed about the scene that just played out before her. Who was this woman and what could she want with Joe? Shrugging her shoulders, she took herself back into the kitchen, thinking that she’d ask Joe what he knew when he returned later.

“I have no idea who she could be Merrie.” Joe looked at Merrie with the same puzzled expression she had hours before. “And she wouldn’t tell you what she wanted?” “Nope, not one word – in fact, she was a rather rude sort.” Merrie told him. Putting down his wine glass, Joe mused, “Well, I guess we’ll have to wait until tomorrow to see what she wants. Now let’s forget all about this and enjoy our evening.” He got up from the table and took his wife to the couch in front of the fireplace. There, the two of them spent the rest of the evening in each other’s arms, both of them showing each other the love they both had for each other. As the sun rose, Merrie kissed her husband on the forehead as she escaped his romantic embrace and went upstairs to get ready to start her day, secure in the love that she and her husband shared.

Joe awoke from the couch to find Merrie putting a big breakfast on the table. “I’m sure you must have a big appetite, my cowboy” she said as she poured him a cup of coffee. Rubbing his eyes, Joe nodded sleepily. Running his fingers through his hair, he got up and walked slowly to the table, plopping down in his chair. Merrie laughed as she watched him start his morning in slow motion. “Maybe we should’ve refrained from the extracurricular activities.” Joe looked at her, trying to brighten his face as he said groggily, “No, no, no. I’m fine, Merrie. A sip of this coffee is all I need to get started.”

After washing up and getting ready for the day before him, Joe bounded down the stairs two at a time. “Feel like a new man!” he gushed as he put on his gunbelt and hat. Merrie went to give him a hug as they heard a knock on their door. They looked at each other as Merrie told Joe, “I think you should answer it.”

Joe opened the front door and saw the woman and the small child standing before him. “Are you Joe Cartwright?” the woman asked angrily. “Yes, I am. How can I help you?” Joe replied. “Let me be blunt, Cartwright. See this young’un here? She’s your daughter.” Joe took a step back and looked at Merrie, whose face paled as she held on to the edge of the couch in back of her. Joe swallowed hard and regained his composure. “My child? I’m sorry, ma’m, but I think you are mistaken. I have been married for quite a few months now, and before that I was back east. I don’t see how…” “You wouldn’t remember anything about the time we spent together – you were drunk and out of control in Placerville one night, talking about how miserable your life was.” She spat. The woman continued her rant. “I don’t remember just how many bottles of whiskey you drank, but you were quite eager to spend some time with me, and I was more than willing to oblige. Just didn’t count on you leaving me a memento.”

Joe’s head was spinning. Life before New York and Merrie was a blur, but could something like this really have happened? How could he not remember? Then again, there were a lot of things he didn’t remember about the time after Hoss’s death. He turned and looked at Merrie again. Her face was one of utter loss and devastation. Turning to the woman, he asked her, “How can you be so sure that she is mine? After all, you entertain many gentlemen in the course of your job.” “Well, if you want proof, Mr. Cartwright, let’s think of the timeline.” The woman began. “If you and I had been together before you left for New York, about how long that would have been now? And take a look at my daughter -don’t you see the slightest resemblance?” Joe looked at the little girl, and as she looked up at him, he couldn’t help but notice the blazing emerald eyes – eyes that could’ve been his. The woman looked at both Joe and Merrie as she said, “I’m just looking for you to help support your daughter, Mr. Cartwright. I don’t think that’s too much to ask. I’ll be in Virginia City if you want to work something out.” With that, she turned and headed to the door, her dress fluttering behind her.

Joe closed the door softly and turned to Merrie. She said nothing as tears started streaming down her face. Joe ran to her, taking her into his arms as he said soothingly, “Merrie, darling, please don’t cry. It’s going to be all right, I promise.” Merrie looked up at him and asked, “How can you be sure, Joe? How? You told me about that time in your life, after Hoss died. You can’t be 100% sure.” “Joe shook his head. “Merrie, I’m telling you, if I did spend time with that woman, no matter what state I was in, I was careful. You gotta believe me.” Merrie nodded as she said, “Joe, I do believe what you’re saying. But, accidents do happen – we have to realize that and prepare ourselves for the possible consequences.”

Joe’s face darkened. “You don’t believe me!” he bellowed. Merrie was taken aback at the tone Joe had taken, as he had never spoken to her like that before. “I-I didn’t say that, Joe!” she stammered. Joe’s emotions over the situation and the possibilities put before him, along with his long hours, gave him a short and irrational fuse. “Yes, you did. You are expecting to hear me say that little girl is mine – and she’s not!” “Joe, I didn’t say that, Joe, I love you…” Joe didn’t hear the last three words as he had already left the house and slammed the door behind him. By the time Merrie got to the door, Joe was flying out of the yard on Cochise.

Merrie sat on the porch, head in her hands, wondering to herself how something like this could’ve happened. And to make matters worse, Ben wasn’t here to help. Getting up and wiping her face, Merrie went into the barn and got her horse saddled. Maybe I should send a wire to Ben and Adam, they should be arriving in St. Louis in a few days, she thought as she tightened the cinch. She mounted and started to head into town, thinking about if she should send the wire and what it should say.

As she left the Ponderosa boundary, she heard the sound of a horse behind her. She smiled, thinking that it was Joe. But her smile was short lived as she saw the image of Frank Conroy instead.

“Mrs. Cartwright! Joe’s been hurt!” Conroy yelled as he approached. Merrie was aghast at the news. “How bad is he?” she cried. “I don’t know m’am. All I know is that one of the men saw him galloping all crazy like when all of a sudden, the horse tripped on a stone and Joe flew off. Went head first.” Conroy continued. “Are you OK to ride, m’am? Maybe you should ride with me.” Merrie nodded her head and joined Conroy. “Take me to him – quickly, please!” As Conroy started the horse, he put his hand into his back pocket, pulling out a handkerchief. In one move, he put it over Merrie’s face. She struggled to break free, but eventually found herself succumbing to the darkness.

Conroy rode back to the makeshift camp he had set up with some others in a boxed canyon north of the Ponderosa property line. When he arrived, he took Merrie off the horse and placed her on a makeshift cot. Picking up her hand, he pulled off her wedding band. Conroy then turned to the other men in the camp. “Jose, ride back to the Cartwright place. Go up to their bedroom and pack some of the Missus clothes here in a bag. But most importantly, leave this on the dresser.” He then handed Jose the wedding band. He continued his instructions. “Greg, you ride out, heading east. When you get a fair distance, send a wire back to Virginia City to Cartwright. Just two words: It’s over.”

Conroy then addressed the entire group. “No one, I mean no one, can enter Virginia City from this point onward – it could jeopardize the entire operation. We leave tomorrow for San Francisco. We’ll have to take the long route, so make sure you’re ready to ride.” He looked down at the lifeless form of Merrie and started to tie her legs. “Sorry, m’am, but I’ve heard you’re a bit of a live wire. Can’t take any chances in case you wake up while we’re sleeping.” He then proceeded to tie her hands in front of her as well.

Having decided to confront the mysterious woman once more, Joe rode into Virginia City. He stopped at the Palace Hotel, but was unable to find either the woman or the child. As Joe walked back to Cochise, a rider came storming into Virginia City, stopping in front of him. “Mr. Cartwright! There’s been an explosion at the timber camp – a big one!” Joe looked at the man with intense concern. “Is there anyone hurt? Did Conroy send you?” The man replied, “No one has seen Conroy since yesterday afternoon. It’s like he just disappeared. We need you there right away, sir.” Joe nodded at the man as he quickly swing mounted atop Cochise and both sped away.
It was well past midnight before Joe finally returned home. Soot covered and exhausted, it seemed like days had gone by since he had angrily departed the yard. On his way home, his mind raced through the days events, and he realized just how unfair he had treated Merrie that morning. After he put Cochise in the barn, he wearily headed into the house. “Merrie! Merrie darlin’!” Joe called. He was surprised to hear nothing in return. He looked around the house and realized that the fire in the hearth had been out for a while, and very few lights were lit. Running upstairs to their bedroom, he opened the door to find the room empty. As he looked around, he saw Merrie’s dresser askew. Running towards it, he saw that some of her belongings were gone. Scanning the dresser, Joe’s eyes halted as he saw a small object. His heart sank as he took in the implications of finding Merrie’s wedding band sitting abandoned.

Conroy and his entourage had started their journey to San Francisco. Merrie had awoken from her drug induced state long enough to be fed, but was then injected with another drug to keep her unconscious for the trip. Conroy was careful, using a covered wagon to transport Merrie to their new destination. He would let the drug wear off just long enough to make sure that his hostage was taken care of, but for no longer. Merrie couldn’t shake off the grogginess she experienced as she felt other people feed her and help tend to her needs. She couldn’t concentrate enough to realize just what was happening around her.

Back on the Ponderosa, things were going from bad to worse. As much as he tried, Joe could not concentrate on the problems that had started to plague the ranch. He had fallen behind on fulfilling the timber contract, as well as the horse contract with the Army. He would disappear for large gaps of time and when he returned, he was in no shape to handle the situations before him. Long time hands of the Ponderosa were seriously concerned about the well being of their young boss. Finally, in the bunkhouse one evening, Dan Tolliver spoke up. “Fellas, most of us here have known the Cartwrights for a mighty long time. They have always been good to us, even when times were bad. I think we all see just how Little Joe is suffering right now – and I think it has somethin’ to do with Miss Merrie. I was thinkin’ that maybe we should send a wire to Mr. Cartwright and let him know what’s goin’ on.” The other hands nodded in agreement. Tolliver then continued. “OK then, I’ll head into Virginia City first thing in the mornin’ and take care of it. In the meantime, let’s do our best not to let the Ponderosa interests fall apart.”

Adam and Ben had just arrived in Kansas City when the telegram arrived. Taking it out of the envelope, Adam paled as he read the words:

TO: BEN CARTWRIGHT AND ADAM CARTWRIGHT– KANSAS CITY MISSOURI
FROM: DAN TOLLIVER – VIRGINIA CITY NEVADA

THINGS AT PONDEROSA IN CRISIS – STOP
CONTRACTS HAVE FALLEN BEHIND – STOP
JOE NOT IN CONTROL OF SITUATION – STOP
SHOULD COME BACK AS SOON AS POSSIBLE

DAN TOLLIVER
Adam handed the message to Ben, who sat down incredulously as he read the note. “What on Earth could’ve happened?” Ben scratched his head and pondered what he had just read. “How could Joe lose control of the ranch? Maybe he’s hurt…” Adam looked worriedly at Ben and told him, “Pa, if he was hurt, Dan would’ve said it. It must be something else, but I can’t imagine what.” Ben stood up abruptly and started to walk to the ticket window. “Adam, I have to get back there as soon as possible. I’m sure you understand the brevity of the situation…” Adam interrupted his father, adding, “Make that two tickets, Pa. New York can be without me a little while longer. I think my brother needs me more.” Ben smiled and grabbed Adam into a quick embrace as the two of them set off for their return trip to Nevada.

Back in Virginia City, Joe had spiraled out of control. He spent most of his time in the Bucket of Blood, alcohol coursing his veins most of his waking hours. A few days before, he had received a telegram that had only two words – but to him they spoke volumes:

TO JOSEPH CARTWRIGHT – VIRGINIA CITY NEVADA
FROM – MRS. CARTWRIGHT – ST. LOUIS MISSOURI

IT’S OVER.

He spoke to no one as he sat in the back of the saloon, drinking to forget Merrie and the times they had shared. In the course of his descent, he had not forgotten about the reason for his wife’s abrupt departure. He had visited the Palace Hotel many times only to be told that there was no one there who fit that description. But his mind was unable to process that piece of information properly as he continued to pour himself drink after drink, numbing himself from the world around him. As far as he was concerned, without his partner, his life was worth nothing. And nothing would stop him from destroying himself.

To Ben and Adam, it seemed like an eternity before they reached Virginia City. As they disembarked the stage, they saw many of their friends sadly look towards them. Ben’s heart raced as he thought that the worst had befallen his youngest son. A hand grabbed Ben’s shoulder. “Ben, I think we need to go to my office and have a quick talk.” Ben turned to Roy Coffee and with a choked voice, asked. “Is he still alive, Roy?” Tears began to fill his eyes. Roy looked at his old friend as he told him, “In body, yes, but in spirit, I think he’s as bad as I’ve ever seen him.”

In his office, Roy brought Adam and Ben up to date on Joe’s behavior. Adam pinched his nose, squinting as he murmured, “It all just doesn’t add up. What could’ve happened to make Merrie leave and Joe to self-destruct? Joe is a strong man, I don’t understand it.” Ben turned to Adam and hastily replied, “At this point, we can’t concern ourselves with that, Adam. Right now I think we need to get back to the Ponderosa, assess the contract situations, and most importantly, find your brother.” The two Cartwrights took themselves to the livery and started the trek back home.

First, they stopped at Joe and Merrie’s home. They walked in to find the house in total disarray. Broken glass was everywhere, and pieces of Joe’s clothing were strewn about. Adam went upstairs, only to find Joe and Merrie’s bedroom virtually untouched. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw something glitter on Joe’s nightstand. He went over and put Merrie’s wedding band in his hand. Adam felt a lump in his throat as he put the ring in his pocket and headed back downstairs.

The wagon train had finally reached San Francisco. Conroy and his men were ecstatic to be in a big city after the days of isolated travel. In the cloak of darkness, they took Merrie into an abandoned warehouse. Inside, one of the rooms had been transformed into a fancy bedroom, complete with its own water closet. The men laid Merrie in the bed and locked the door behind them. They then left to celebrate the completion of a job well done.

Merrie’s head pounded as she started to revive from her prolonged unconsciousness. As she tried to move, she found every bone in her body ached. Her mind raced as she tried to figure out just where she was and what had happened to her. The last memory she had was finding out that Joe had fallen from his horse, and she had jumped onto Frank Conroy’s horse to ride out with him…..and then nothing. The ache in her head grew as she tried to concentrate, and she found herself falling back into a dark void.

Exhausted, Ben and Adam finally reached the Ponderosa. After leaving Joe and Merrie’s house, they combed every nook and cranny of Ponderosa land in hopes of finding Joe. Adam had searched his brain trying to think of all of the hiding places Joe had for himself throughout his childhood. Time after time, they came up empty in their search. Adam was putting the horses in their stalls when he heard a muffled cry. Adam suddenly realized that he had forgotten the place where he had found Joe more times than he could count. He ran up the barn ladder and in a corner, saw the silhouette of his brother. With a sigh of relief, he ran towards the shadow before him.

Adam stopped abruptly as he heard the click of a gun. A monotone voice came from the darkness. “Stop right there.” Adam squinted and saw his brother’s face. It was covered with dirt and a beard that told him just how long it had been since Joe had taken care of himself. The smell of stale whiskey wafted about the loft as empty bottles were spread atop the hay. Joe tried to look at the person before him, but found his eyes not able to focus. “Who are you? Why are you here?” he slurred. Adam knelt down and looking Joe straight in the face, answered calmly, “Joe, it’s me, Adam. Pa and I have come home to help you.” Joe’s face lit up like a small child. His voice went up an octave as he cried, “Is it really you, Adam? You’re back from college? What did you learn there? Gee, I’ve missed you so much!”

Adam realized that Joe was not in his right mind. He needed to get that gun out of his hand as soon as he could. He spoke to Joe as he did many years before. “I missed you too, little buddy. I have a lot to tell you, but how about we climb down from here and go inside?” Joe’s face darkened. His demeanor now was of a man full of anger and sorrow. “Sorry, I can’t do that. I have ruined everything, and I deserve to be punished. And I know just how I can do that.” He took the gun and pointed it to his temple, tears streaming down his face. Adam told Joe, “Joe, listen to me. You can’t do that to yourself. Something terrible has happened here, and I need to know what it is so Pa and I can help you. So give me the gun so I can begin to help you. Please Joe, for Pa, me and Merrie, please give me the gun.” At the very mention of her name, Joe started to crumble. He dropped the gun in front of him and started to sob uncontrollably. Adam ran to his brother and took him into his arms, rocking him as he tried to calm him down.

Wondering what had kept Adam, Ben started for the barn. As he entered, he heard the sobbing from the loft above. Ben raced up the stairs and found Adam holding Joe in his arms. Ben was shocked at Joe’s condition. His face, though covered with a beard, was gaunt and gray. His emerald eyes were sunken in and lifeless. Gazing in disbelief at his son’s emaciated body, Ben wondered when Joe had eaten last. He then looked down and saw Joe’s gun lying at Adam’s feet. Picking it up, Ben put it in his waistband. He felt his eyes start to fill as he approached his two sons. He knelt by Joe and cupping his bristly face in his hand, he told him softly, “Son, it’s going to be all right. We’re all together now.”

Doc Martin made his usual trip down the stairs into the living room. Ben and Adam ran towards him, looking at his serious countenance with concern. “Ben, I know I’ve said this many times, but he is in bad shape. Very bad shape. He has consumed massive quantities of alcohol over these past few weeks, and it’s going to take some time for him to withdraw from it. He is going to need round the clock care as he goes through this.” Adam and Ben looked at each other as the doctor continued. “The symptoms will most likely begin with nausea, headache, shakes, sweats, and a high level of anxiety. He will try anything to get more alcohol into his system. It will be very difficult for him to think clearly. At a certain point, he will look to consume more alcohol. He may become violent in his quest to do so, so I am going to leave these leather restraints here. I know you wouldn’t want to use them, but you may have no choice.”

Ben‘s face paled at the thought of what his youngest son had yet to endure. He was still at a loss as to why everything had unraveled the way it did. Sitting in his blue chair, Adam tried to compose himself for Ben’s sake, although he was having a difficult time doing so. He tried to logically put together all that had transpired in he and Ben’s absence, but none of it made any sense. As he headed up to see his brother, he resigned himself to the fact that they’d have to wait for Joe to find out the real story.

Adam took the first shift at Joe’s bedside. As he walked around the room, Adam took notice of a piece of paper on the floor next to Joe’s dirty green jacket. Picking it up, he read the text of the telegram sent by Merrie. Puzzled, he sat down in a chair and started to take a close look. Why would Merrie call herself Mrs. Cartwright if she was leaving Joe, he wondered. Adam abandoned his thoughts as Joe suddenly bolted upright in his bed, a panicked look on his face.

That episode was the beginning of the longest 36 hours in Ben and Adam’s life. Joe developed all of the symptoms Doc had mentioned. Father and son held his frail body as Joe shook uncontrollably, screaming in fear as he fought the many demons inside his head. Sweat poured off of him as he thrashed about his bed, mumbling incoherently.
Sunrise left the two Cartwrights exhausted as Joe finally succumbed to a somewhat peaceful sleep.

Sitting at Ben’s desk, Adam was quickly going through some paperwork before Joe awoke. He had convinced Ben to take a rest, since neither man knew what the new day would bring. Adam’s face darkened as he realized that the ranch operations were in crisis, and as a result, the Ponderosa could potentially be in danger. Walking to the bunkhouse, Adam found Dan Tolliver to discuss the most recent events on the ranch.
“We’ve been trying our best, Adam, but the timber contract has fallen way behind.” Tolliver told Adam. “Conroy just disappeared, and the paperwork seemed to go with him. Funny that happened about the same time Joe and Mrs. Cartwright split up.” Adam listened to Tolliver’s words with interest. Always the skeptic, Adam didn’t believe that Conroy’s departure was mere coincidence. “Dan, did anyone see Conroy anywhere during that time? Can you remember if anyone said anything about him?” Tolliver scratched his head as he thought back. “You know what, Adam, someone did mention possibly seeing him heading out by Rim Rock Canyon. Didn’t think much of it at the time ‘cause I figured he was at the timber camp.”

Adam pinched the bridge of his nose as he tried to figure out how all of this information fit together. Standing to leave, he told Tolliver, “Dan, I have revised plans for you and the men. If they can get things done according to this schedule, you can tell them there will be a generous bonus coming their way.” Tolliver replied, “Adam, the men don’t need a bonus to get this work done. Your Pa has always taken care of us, and this is the least we can do to repay all of you for your kindness.” Adam extended his hand to Tolliver. “Thanks, Dan, and please thank the men for us. Their loyalty means a lot.”

Adam headed back to the house only to hear Joe’s voice coming from upstairs. He ran up the stairs to find Ben putting the final strap on Joe’s leg. Joe was furious. “Pa! How can you do this to me – your own son? I wasn’t going anywhere! I have such a pounding headache, all I wanted was something to get rid of it.” He screamed. “Why did you have to find me? Why didn’t you just let me die!” Ben’s face was flushed as he turned to Adam. “I had no choice, son. I found him on his way to the wine cellar. I was able to get him back up here before he became agitated.” Adam nodded his head in agreement. “Pa, remember that he isn’t in his right mind. We have to do what’s best for him, even though our hearts might be telling us not to. We have to protect him from himself right now, no matter what.” Joe continued pulling at the restraints, causing his wrists to bleed. “I’ll kill myself, I swear to God I will!” Sweating profusely, Joe’s energy started to fade. He mumbled, “I hate both of you, I hate you, I hate myself…” before he gave in to his exhaustion. Both Ben and Adam sighed deeply, their eyes filled with tears as they thought of just how much Joe was suffering, both physically and emotionally.

When Doc Martin arrived that evening, both men told him about the past 48 hours. “I’m relieved that the symptoms weren’t any worse than that. Hopefully, the next time he awakens, he will be a calmer man. But you can’t dismiss the fact that he may still try to find a drink. Ben, I think it best that you remove all of it from the premises – to play it safe.” Ben, as always, took his friend’s advice. “That’s easy, Doc. But my biggest concern is all the talk about killing himself.” Doc tried to reassure Ben by telling him “I’m sure he will be depressed once he awakens. The thought of suicide may still linger. The important thing is for you to find out what happened with Merrie that caused this whole situation. Hopefully, then you can help him to understand why life is still worth living despite what went on. I’m not saying it will be easy but….” Adam interrupted the Doc’s thought, saying, “We’re his family and we’ll get him through this. I refuse to let my brother slip away.”

Back in San Francisco, Merrie had rebounded from the aftereffects of the drugs she had been given during the trip west. She had no sense of time except for when food was left in a little foyer before her front door. She saw and spoke to no one. To keep her sanity, she decided to talk out loud just to hear a voice. Still, she found herself frustrated, angry and scared. Her biggest fear was not knowing whether Joe was dead or alive. The thought of their last words to each other would bring Merrie to tears as she believed that to be her last moment with her husband.

As the days went by endlessly, Merrie found her appetite waning. The smell of the food left for her would make her nauseous. She would find herself running to the water closet frequently to be sick. As she lay in her bed one evening, she began to think back to her last days of happiness on the Ponderosa with Joe – especially their last night together. Putting all of the pieces together, Merrie realized that she was in fact, pregnant with Joe’s child. Tears came to her eyes, but she didn’t know if they were from happiness or sadness.

Joe had slept for close to 24 hours before he awoke again. He opened his eyes slowly, his head still pounding inside. Looking for a familiar face, he turned to see his father’s brown eyes staring at him with concern. “Pa, when did you get back?” croaked Joe, his throat raspy. He tried to get up, but found himself still strapped to the bed with the restraints. “Why am I like this – Pa, please untie me.” The words came softly and quietly. Ben told him, “Son, you’ve been very sick. We had to do this to protect you from yourself. If you promise me you’ll stay in bed, I will untie them.’ Joe nodded as he tried to remember just what had happened to him. The bedroom door opened, and Joe’s eyes lit up as he saw his older brother. “Adam, what are you doing back here? Can the two of you please tell me what’s going on?” Joe pleaded.

Ben looked to Adam to explain. “Well, little brother, we received a telegram from Dan Tolliver when we reached Kansas City telling us that there were some problems on the Ponderosa. When we got back, no one knew where you were. But they did mention that you had been drinking pretty heavily these past few weeks and that something had happened between you and Merrie, and that she had left town. I found you up in the loft a few days ago, a bit irrational to say the least. Anyway, you’ve been here for about 5 days, suffering from a serious case of alcohol withdrawal. I’m glad you’re back, kid.” Adam squeezed Joe’s hand.

Joe’s face had tightened as Adam told his story, as he started to remember all that had driven him to where he now lay. Ben saw the pained look on his son. “Joe, can you tell us what happened? You’ll feel better if you let it out.” Joe glanced up at them and sighed. His eyes filled with tears as he started to speak. “Everything was fine, Pa. Really it was. Things were going smooth, until one night at dinner, Merrie told me about a woman who needed to speak to me. She came back the next morning and accused me of fathering her child.” Ben and Adam both looked at each other. Joe saw this, and continued. “I know I was out of control after Hoss died Pa, but I have no memory of this woman at all. None. And if I had been with anyone, you had always taught me to take precautions.” He took a pause and then added, “Funny thing was, the woman never told me her name, but told me she’d be in town if I wanted to make things right. I went to the International House a few times and they told me no one with her or the girl’s description was ever there.”

“What did Merrie say about this?” Adam wondered aloud. Joe replied, “She was a bit surprised, and she was rational about it; in fact, more rational than me at the time. I flew off the handle and took my frustration out on her – usual me, acting before I thought. She was so calm and understanding, that’s why I was shocked when I came home that night to find her gone.” Adam took the telegram out of his pocket. “And when did you get this?” he asked. Staring at the telegram, Joe told him, “About two weeks after she left.” Adam showed him the paper. “Does anything on this strike you as unusual?” Joe took the paper and read it again. “I guess, well, why didn’t she use her name – why Mrs. Cartwright if she wasn’t coming back to me?” Joe’s eyes started to brighten slightly. “Brother, what are you thinking?”

Adam sat next to Joe and tried to put the pieces together out loud. “OK. This is what we know. This woman comes along with a child looking for you to support her – you go to make things right and it’s like she never even existed. Merrie didn’t seem overly upset about the situation – yet she’s gone. Around the same time, Frank Conroy disappeared from the lumber site and never returned. And you receive a telegram from your wife telling you it’s over, yet she signs it using her married name.” Joe leaned forward, pulling his hand through his hair. “It doesn’t add up, Adam. Something’s wrong.” “I agree Joe.” Adam said. But now we have to figure out who and why.”

Conroy started to get concerned when the trays of food he provided to his prisoner were returned untouched. He thought it about time to make an appearance. Entering the room as she slept, he sat on the bed next to her and stroked her hair lightly. “Joe?” she whispered as she opened her eyes. Shocked at the sight of Conroy, she sat up and slinked away from his touch. “Howdy, Mrs. Cartwright. Sorry to wake you, but I was getting a bit worried that you hadn’t been eating your food lately.” Merrie looked at him angrily. “Just not hungry, I guess. No fresh air in weeks can do that to a person.” Conroy looked at the tiny, yet strong woman in front of him. “I’m sorry about that m’am, but my boss said those be the rules. I’ve tried to make this as comfortable for you as I possibly could.” He said apologetically. Seizing on his guilt, Merrie spoke quietly. “Mr. Conroy, I think I would be able to eat something from perhaps, the local restaurant in town – maybe chicken and dumplings, apple pie, a big glass of milk – do you think I’d be able to get fixin’s like that?” Conroy felt for the young woman. “I think that I may be able to do something like that. I’m not promising anything, but let me see.” As he left the room, Merrie said “Thank you” and tried to go back to sleep. Seeing that Conroy was involved in this situation gave Merrie hope. Her heart was racing as she started to believe that Joe could still be alive.

“Joe, you aren’t going anywhere and that’s final!” Ben shouted. “But Pa, I have to go with Adam to Rim Rock Canyon. I need to help him look for clues!” Joe became animated as he continued. “I’m fine, Pa. Really, I am.” Ben remained steadfast. “Joseph, do you realize just how ill you were? How close we came to losing you? You haven’t even eaten solid food for more than 24 hours. I’m sorry, but this trip does not include you.” Joe’s eyes grew angry. “Fine” he sulked, laying back down in his bed and pulling up the covers. Ben understood how much his son would want to go, but also realized that it was too soon for him to be back out on his own.

Slowly riding into the canyon, Adam began to look for clues. In the distance, he saw the remnants of a campsite. Adam scoured the area looking for anything that would advance his theories. He was about to give up when he saw a small leather bag in the brush. Grabbing the bag, Adam sat down to investigate its contents. To his surprise, he found a myriad of papers that proved to be of major interest. Not taking the time to read them, he shoved them back into the bag, hopped on Sport and sped back to the Ponderosa.

Meantime, Joe’s mood had darkened considerably. Not having been able to join Adam gave him the opportunity to think about all that had gone wrong in the past weeks. Guilt consumed Joe as he remembered his last words to Merrie that terrible morning. Joe found himself craving what had almost killed him, needing it to dull the horrible images that constantly pervaded his thoughts. He left his room quietly, hoping to find the solutions to his problems in a bottle. He tiptoed down the stairs and seeing no one in the living room, continued into the kitchen. Once there, he started to open every cabinet, searching for the one thing that would ease his pain. Joe became frustrated as his quest proved fruitless. Pounding the table in frustration, he looked up and found Adam standing in the doorway, waving a bottle of whiskey in his hand.

“Looking for something like this?” he shouted. Joe walked towards Adam, telling him, “Just one sip, Adam. I just need one.” Shaking his head no, Adam said, “Joe, don’t you realize that one sip would turn into many more? What are you running from? Don’t you realize that this whole situation was an elaborate set-up? I would bet you anything that Merrie didn’t leave you – in fact, I think that she was taken from you.” He continued. “You’re a stronger man than this, Joe. Pull yourself together not only for yourself, but for Merrie. Lord knows what condition she may be in. She needs the man she married, Joe, not a shell of him.” Adam’s words hit Joe like a thunderbolt, snapping him back into reality. A flood of emotion overtook him as he threw himself at Adam, sobbing uncontrollably. “You’re right, Adam. I know Merrie is out there, I can feel her. I have to find her, Adam.” Adam took his brother by the shoulder and started to lead him back upstairs. As he helped him back into bed, Adam’s eyes met Joe’s as he told him, “Joe, I will do everything in my power to bring her back to you. I promise you that.”

Ben sat at his desk, eagerly going through the saddlebag that Adam brought back from Rim Rock. His eyes darted as he read through the papers before him. Bringing in two cups of coffee, Adam pulled up a chair and placed a cup before Ben. “What do we have?” he asked pensively. Ben handed Adam one particular piece of paper. “Well, all of Joe’s instructions for the wharf timber project are right here” Ben began. “And the piece I just handed you may answer who concocted this elaborate scheme and why.” Adam read the paper, his face beginning to flush with anger. “Damn it! Why didn’t I think of Povey in the first place?” he spat. “Guess I never thought that he would be able to exert so much power while in jail.” Seeing his son’s dismay, Ben patted him on the back to console him. “Adam, there are many people who would want to see the Ponderosa destroyed, you know that. And with all of our recent successes, that list has gotten even longer. Don’t blame yourself for anything. I am happy that you were here to put together the pieces – we never would’ve gotten this far without you.” Adam gave Ben a half smile, not entirely convinced by his father’s words. “Well, the job’s not over yet, Pa. Now the hard part comes. Trying to figure out just where Povey and his men have taken Merrie.”

Early the next morning, Joe was seated at the breakfast table, enjoying his second plate of pancakes. Ben and Adam descended the stairs and were shocked to see the thin frame at the table before them. “OK Joe, what’s this all about?” asked Adam, knowing full well what Joe’s presence meant. “Have to get my strength back if I’m going to find my wife now, don’t I?” replied Joe as he shoved another forkful in his mouth. Ben looked cautiously at his youngest, still thinking that he was too weak to join the search; yet, he knew deep down that he would be unable to stop Joe if he persisted. “Joseph, do you really think that….” Joe interrupted, telling both Adam and Ben, “Listen you two, I can’t stay here while my wife is out there, perhaps injured, perhaps…..gone. I need to go. Pa, I promise that I won’t overtax myself, and I’ll have big brother here to make sure. Right Adam?” Joe gave Adam that sad, puppydog look that always seemed to get him his way. Adam glanced at his brother and knowing it would be a losing argument to disagree, sighed as he told Joe, “Fine Joe, we’ll go together. But if I think you can’t continue…” “I know Adam, I know” Joe interjected. “Let’s stop the chit-chat and get going.”

The two brothers started their search at Rim Rock. Both men looked to the ground, seeing if there were any clues. Joe yelled to Adam, “Look at the wheel marks here! I think they may’ve taken a wagon instead of horses.” Adam agreed. “Makes sense that they would. How would they get Merrie out of here the fastest – a wagon makes sense.” As he walked around the campsite, Adam saw a sparkle on the ground. Running towards it, he picked up a used needle. He sniffed it to see if he could recognize what the contents had been. Joe ran over to Adam and looked at the syringe. His eyes starting to darken with anger, Joe said, “Do you think they used this on Merrie?” Adam nodded sadly as his brother’s face reddened. “Joe, I don’t think they would’ve used this to kill her, I think it would’ve been to keep her quiet during their journey. Povey wouldn’t want a murder on his head – kidnapping would be quite enough.” Joe calmed at Adam’s words, and started to walk towards Cochise. “We have a long day ahead brother.” he said. “Let’s see if we can follow these wagon tracks.”

Days went by as Adam and Joe were able to track Conroy’s wagon. They stopped at a few forts along the way, with the men there able to describe Conroy to a tee. But no one had seen a woman with him. The only consolation to the brothers was that the soldiers at the forts found it interesting that the wagon was never left unattended. That led Adam and Joe to believe that there was something of importance in the wagon – Merrie.

In San Francisco, Merrie continued to be held in her windowless chamber. She still felt terrible, but she wasn’t sure if it was because of the pregnancy or the situation that had befallen her. Conroy had been kind enough to start providing her with meals from the local restaurant, and Merrie was able to keep some of that food down. Still, she found herself constantly feeling nauseous and spending most of her time in bed. She would never tell Conroy of her condition, afraid that he would use it against Joe when he found her. She knew he would, she could feel it in her heart.

One evening, Conroy entered Merrie’s quarters, obviously drunk. “Mrs. Cartwright, I’m sorry that I have to do this, but I need that ring there of yours – lost a bundle in a poker game tonight and I need to pay back my debts. Figure this ring of yours here would do it.” Merrie backed away as Conroy approached her. Her engagement ring was her last tangible reminder of Joe, and she didn’t want to give it up. “M’am, either you give that ring to me nice and easy, or I’ll have to take it off my way.” Conroy slurred. Merrie shut her eyes and as she did, heard Joe’s voice. “Darlin’, it’s only a ring, please give it to him, don’t get yourself hurt.” Merrie opened her blue eyes and took her ring off, throwing it at Conroy. “Take the goddamn ring!” she shouted. Conroy was taken aback at her outburst. “That little tirade has just cost you your dinner.” he spat, as he picked up the ring and headed out the door. Merrie threw herself on the bed and started to sob, starting to believe that she and her unborn child would never make it out of this situation alive.

Joe and Adam were making progress. They found themselves heading west and started to think about possible places where Conroy could’ve ended his journey. One afternoon they stopped at Fort Franklin on the California/Nevada border. Upon speaking to the soldiers, they confirmed seeing Conroy and the wagon.

As had become their practice, the brothers asked if anyone remembered a man fitting Conroy’s description, and how long ago he might have passed through. However, this time the response was a little different. “Sir, that man had definite plans to go to San Francisco.” Joe’s eyes brightened. “How can you be so sure?” he asked. The soldier told him, “I remember because he told me about how nice the city was at this time of year. And that as soon as he got there, he would drop off his load and get paid handsomely for it.” Adam and Joe looked at each other, both reading each other’s mind. “Let’s ride!” Joe called to Adam, as both men took their horses and raced out into the afternoon sun.

It took them two days to reach San Francisco. Adam and Joe housed their horses in the livery and started towards the hotel. Their eyes darted from side to side, looking for any sign of Conroy or Merrie. Seeing nothing, they checked into the hotel and headed for their room. Adam fell to the bed, obviously tired from the hard ride they had just endured. Joe found himself anxious and nervous, constantly thinking about just how close he was to finding his wife. His heart pounded as he imagined how she might look after all these weeks – almost two months of being apart. Joe knew how different he looked. All his weeks of sorrow had left him gaunt and pale. In fact, he never had the opportunity to take off the beard that had grown during that time. He found himself looking at the mirror and thinking, “what the hell happened to you, Joe Cartwright. You look about ten years older than you should. Wait until your wife gets a look at you.” He chuckled to himself at the thought of Merrie’s face when she saw him. Realizing that he was too restless to sleep, Joe quietly left the room and headed downstairs, ready to continue his search.

Joe walked along the busy sidewalk, his head swiveling as he tried to take in every part of the street before him. He had walked for blocks on end when suddenly, he took notice of a piece of jewelry in a pawnshop window. Joe gasped as he ran in to see just how that sapphire and diamond ring he knew so well had arrived there. “Sir, a man sold it to me not two days ago.” the shop owner cried. Joe loosened his grasp and put the man back on the floor. “Give me a description and where he was from.” Joe demanded. Obviously scared, the shop owner complied quickly. “It was a blonde haired man, about 50 or so I’d reckon, and he had come in after falling behind in a card game over at the Golden Gate Hotel.” He stammered. Joe threw a one hundred dollar bill on the table and told the owner, “I’ll take that ring now.” The shop owner scurried to grab the ring out of the window and quickly handed it to Joe. Joe put it into his jacket pocket and started for the Golden Gate Hotel. His heart was beating out of his chest at the thought that these months from hell were finally coming to an end.

Adam turned over and opened one eye, peeking at the other bed across from him. He was startled to find it empty. Sitting up abruptly, Adam looked around the room. “Joe! Where are you?” he called. Realizing that his brother was nowhere to be found, he started to panic as he began to think that perhaps Joe had taken himself to one of the many watering holes in the city. He took a deep breath to compose himself and think logically about why Joe would’ve left, but his deep seated worries did not let him get far. Grabbing his hat and holster, Adam rushed out of the room, hoping that his fears were only in his mind.

Joe paused before he entered the hotel lobby. He knew that he had to remain calm and keep his emotions in check if he was to find Merrie. Entering the hotel, Joe decided to take a seat in one of the lobby chairs and see if anything happened around him. People scurried back and forth, staff ran by with dishes and towels. Joe began to think that perhaps he was wasting his time and was about to confront the manager at the desk when he saw a waiter bring out a brown bag on a platter. “Here’s that food that Room 8’s always requesting, Mr. Robinson. Chicken and dumplings and a slice of apple pie.” Joe’s curiosity was peaked at the idea of a hotel resident not eating food in the hotel – where would one go? He decided to wait a bit longer to see just who picked up that meal. He wasn’t disappointed when he saw Conroy come to the desk and pick up the bag. Joe did all he could to restrain himself from attacking Conroy as he watched the blonde haired man walk out of the hotel. Joe began to follow Conroy from a distance as he realized that Merrie could not be far away.

Conroy turned off the busy thoroughfare onto a deserted street lined with warehouses. Joe slinked behind, trying to avoid being seen. Watching from behind a stack of boxes, he saw Conroy look both ways before he entered a tall brown building. Joe hurried to the entrance and quietly entered after him.

Joe stayed at the bottom of the stairwell and listened as Conroy trudged up the stairs. He heard keys jingle and the sound of a bolt being turned. The bile in Joe’s throat rose as he heard Conroy ask in a sarcastic tone, “And how are you feeling today, Mrs. Cartwright?” Without any hesitation, Joe bounded the stairs two at time until he saw the open door before him. Slowly, he entered the small hall and saw Conroy placing the dinner in front of Merrie, who was sitting up in a bed. The adrenaline was pumping through Joe’s body as he stepped into the room with his gun drawn. “It’s over, Conroy. Step away from my wife and drop you gun – slow and easy.” Conroy looked to Joe, shocked that his scheme had been detected. Merrie’s face was one of confusion and relief. “Come on Joe, you don’t understand. This wasn’t my idea, Povey put me up to it. We’ve known each other a long time, what’s say you let me disappear.” “Like I said Frank, drop the gun.” Joe spat out the words, his temper beginning to flare. In a sudden act of desperation, Conroy went for his gun. Joe didn’t think twice as he pulled out his gun and shot Conroy dead in a single motion. Before Conroy hit the ground, Joe ran to Merrie, pulling her into his arms. The two of them began to sob uncontrollably as they realized that their ordeal was finally over.

Joe ran his fingers through Merrie’s hair and touched her face delicately. “I can’t believe it’s you! Are you alright? Why are you in this bed like this?” Joe asked, his eyes brimming with tears. Merrie nodded her head and replied, “I’m fine, Joe. Just a bit tired, that’s all. I should be asking you the same question – are you alright?” Joe looked into Merrie’s sparkling blue eyes and said quietly, “I’m alright now. I have the person I love more than life itself back with me. Merrie, I am so sorry about how I left that day, I ….” Merrie interrupted. “Joe, it doesn’t matter, not then, not now. All I know is that every day I prayed for you to come and find me. And that prayer has been answered.” She leaned into his chest as she closed her eyes. “Boy, you are tired!” Joe said, peering down at Merrie with concern. Merrie opened her eyes and smiled. “Can we please get out of here? I can’t stand looking at these walls one minute longer.” Puzzled at the change in conversation, Joe helped Merrie put on her shoes. Pulling her engagement ring out of his pocket, he put it back on Merrie’s finger as he said, “I will get you home as soon as I can, Mrs. Cartwright.” Pulling Merrie up, he grabbed her close and began to kiss her passionately, months of pent-up desire spilling forth. Merrie responded in kind, her emotions raging as well. Both of them looked deep into each others eyes, as they realized that each had much to tell the other. But for now, it could wait, as they exited the room and the chamber of horrors that both of them were made to endure.

The couple exited the warehouse and started back to the hotel. “Can you make it?” Joe asked Merrie, as she walked with a bit of trepidation. “I’ll be fine Joe, remember, it’s been a while since I’ve gone anywhere with these legs, just a little wobbly.” Joe looked at Merrie in the sunlight and saw that she too had been through an ordeal of her own. Her skin had also lost its color and her clothes looked tight and a bit disheveled. She looked more tired than he ever could remember. As they continued their slow walk back to the hotel, a black clad cowboy ran towards them. Merrie turned to Joe. “Adam?” she asked. Joe smiled as he told her, “He and Pa came back when it all happened. Adam put most of the pieces together to find you.” Adam finally reached them. Panting, he cried, “Merrie! My God, it’s you!” and grabbed her into his arms. Merrie’s tears started once again as she reveled in the happiness of her family.

Joe and Adam brought Merrie up to their room. Adam left to speak to the Sheriff about what had transpired at the warehouse, as Joe tended to his wife. Joe helped Merrie out of her clothes and put her into a warm bath. Merrie’s began to relax as Joe held her hand. She wouldn’t let him out of her sight for a minute. When Merrie climbed out of the tub, Joe couldn’t help but notice a slight bulge in her abdomen. Merrie saw Joe looking at her, and knew that it was time to tell her husband the good news. She put on one of Joe’s nightshirts and with a small smile on her face, led him to the settee.

Joe’s expression turned serious. “Merrie, what’s wrong? You’re making me nervous here.” Merrie smiled and spoke softly. “Nothing to be nervous about – but maybe I’ll allow you to be a bit nervous in about 7 months.” Joe’s eyes widened as he took in Merrie’s words. He swallowed hard. “A baby? Are you telling me that we’re having a baby?” he cried. Tears streamed down Merrie’s face as she nodded. “How? When?” Joe was ecstatic. Merrie told him, “From what I can figure, I think that our last night together made this miracle.” Joe pulled Merrie into his arms and whispered, “Oh, how I love you, Merrie. How I missed you.”

Adam walked in to find his brother and sister in law holding each other as close as two people could be. This is what love is all about, he thought as he saw the couple whispering softly to each other and smiling. “Adam! Come here, we’ve got some news!” Joe yelled, stirring Adam from his thoughts. “I haven’t seen that smile in months little brother, so I imagine this must be good.” Adam looked at his sister-in-law who smiled. “Well, if being an uncle in seven months is good news….” Joe started to say, but was interrupted by a yell. “Hot Dog! An uncle! How about that!” Adam picked Joe up and swung him around. He bent down to Merrie, who was the picture of serenity. “Are you feeling alright? Do you need me to get the doctor?” “Adam, I’m fine. A little queasy here and there, but otherwise, I think I’ll be fine until I can see Doc Martin.” She yawned as she looked at the two brothers, who were back slapping and reveling in the news.
“Joe, honey, I think I’m going to take a nap” she said as she walked over to the bed and pulled down the covers. Joe ran towards her and helped her in, pulling up the blankets. “Can I ask you for one thing?” she asked Joe sleepily. “Anything” he said, his face again showing concern. “When I wake up, could you please make sure that this thing covering your face is gone? I really don’t like it.” Both Joe and Adam laughed as Joe replied, “Darlin’, I promise you I will get rid of it as fast as my hand can shave.”
Seven Months Later………………

Adam and Ben were pacing in Joe and Merrie’s living room. It had seemed like an eternity ago since Doc Martin had called Joe upstairs. Both men kept looking upstairs in anticipation, only to find an empty staircase. Suddenly, they heard the sound of a door close, and footsteps slowly reaching the stairs. They turned to see Joe walking down, holding a blanket in his arms. He was grinning from ear to ear as he brought the bundle down to them.

“Grandpa, Uncle Adam, I’d like to introduce you to the newest Cartwright, Allison Marie.” Joe pulled back the blanket to reveal his new daughter. Her hair was dark and curly, and her eyes like blue sapphires. Adam and Ben’s eyes both glistened as they took in their newest relative. “Welcome, little one” Adam’s voice cracked as he took her little hand. “Would you like to hold her?” Joe asked as he placed Allison into his arms. Adam looked down at the precious bundle and smiled. Ben’s voice interrupted his thoughts as he said, “Can grandpa hold his granddaughter?” Adam handed Allison over and watched Ben’s face melt as he held the tiny infant. The three men were totally infatuated with Miss Allison Marie Cartwright.

Life on the Ponderosa had returned to normal. Will Povey’s scheme was revealed, and after being found guilty of kidnapping, had his jail term extended.
Thanks to the hard work of many loyal Ponderosa hands along with Adam and Joe’s supervision, Ben was able to meet the deadlines on all of their outstanding contracts.

One afternoon, Adam found himself sitting on Joe’s porch. Joe came to join him, handing him a cup of coffee. “Well, big brother, I guess we’ve kept you here longer than you had anticipated. When will you be heading back to New York?” Joe asked as he took a sip. “Well, Joe, I’ve been meaning to talk to you and Pa about that. I guess it started back when you and I had that talk on the balcony in New York. Yes, maybe I was happy workwise, but I realize now that I need more than that. I need family, Joe. I need to be with you, Pa, Merrie and little Allie. When Pa and I got that telegram from Tolliver, I couldn’t get back here fast enough to find you. I didn’t think about what was going on back east – it didn’t matter, you and Merrie mattered.” Adam continued. “I also want to find my own happiness – like what you and Merrie share. I need to find my soulmate, Joe, and I think one Cartwright was lucky enough to find his out east. I think mine might be here. I want to stay here, Joe. I think I can work something out where I can set up my business operations here in Virginia City. It will take some doing, but I want to give it a try. But I also want to help you and Pa. The Ponderosa operation is yours, Joe. But I want to help wherever you’d need me.”

Joe was stunned. He never thought he’d hear his older brother utter those words. That his family was important. Most important. Joe’s face lit up as he turned to his brother and told him, “Adam, Merrie and I would be thrilled beyond belief to know that you were coming home to stay.”

Over the course of time, Merrie and Joe had healed, physically as well as emotionally, from the terrible situations both had endured. They spoke openly to each other about what they had gone through and as a result, helped to repair their emotional wounds together. They found that their relationship had grown stronger than it was before.

One evening, Joe and Merrie found themselves sitting in front of the fireplace, watching their daughter fidget in her cradle. Joe nuzzled Merrie as he whispered, “I am the happiest man in the world, do you know that Merrie? I have you, my love, my partner in life, right here, and our little girl, God’s creation from our love. I couldn’t ask for anything more.” Merrie turned to Joe and said, “My cowboy, neither could I” as she gave him a long kiss that was the beginning of another beautiful evening to remember.