The Old Stable (by BettyHT)

hoss, ben, joe

Summary:  Repair and reconstruction of an old stable on the Ponderosa is necessary to keep a memory and a hope alive for the family and leads to some stories that pull the family closer together.
Rating:  G  Word Count:  1567

The Old Stable

Stopping his work to stretch his back and ease the strain on his tired muscles, Ben Cartwright took some time to remember when he was building the first stable on the land he claimed that became the Ponderosa. He and his oldest son did all the work from planning to the last wooden shingle on the roof. After enjoying the scenes in his mind, he thought he should share one memory with his younger sons.

“I remember Adam helping to cut these logs and place them. He was really still a child, not much older than your son, Hoss. He suggested we build the stable before we built our first cabin.”

Confused by that, Joe had a question immediately. “Why would he want you to do that? I mean he never had a house. I would think he would want a house more than anything in his life.”

“Of course I asked him why the animals deserved a solid shelter before we did. He said we could live in the loft with the animals down below. That way, we would be safe and warm and so would our animals. Always logical even as a boy, he said if the animals weren’t safe, our lives would be at risk too. He thought we needed them more than they needed us. He especially noted the need for the milk from the cow that we needed for Hoss at that time and how the eggs guaranteed a good breakfast every day.”

Pausing and looking back at his father, Hoss could see the tears that were making his father’s eyes shine in the early morning sun.

“Ya still miss him a lot, dontcha, Pa? It must be really hard on a father when all he has left is memories.”

“Yes, and I realize how my family must have felt when I left to cross the country, never likely to see them again. I can understand why Captain Stoddard was so concerned about me taking his only grandchild and crossing the country with him. How he must have been worried that something terrible would happen to Adam especially as young as he was, only an infant when I left. The Captain had already lost his daughter, and he faced the prospect of losing the only member of his family that he had left in the world.”

Joe picked up on his father’s sentiment. “And now you worry that something terrible could happen to Adam, and you won’t be there to help?”

All three were quiet for a time as they left unsaid the worry that something terrible might already have happened to Adam, and they didn’t know. It had been seven years since he had left.

“Joe, I guess that’s it. I want to be there for him. Being a father never goes away no matter where your child is or how old he is. That’s why I don’t want to tear down this old wreck of a stable. It’s got good bones, and it’s something I still have of my oldest son.”

Reaching down to pick up a small truss to replace one that had rotted away, Hoss moved toward where Joe waited on a ladder to help put it in place to brace a roof timber.

“Well, Pa, then we’re gonna fix it up and make it work. Right, Joe?”

“We sure are. We’re gonna all have something of Adam until he gets himself back here to build us a new and better one.”

“Right, once we get these new timber braces in place, we’ll put new shingles on it, and it’ll be good for at least another twenty years or so.”

“What else do you remember about this old stable, Pa? Lordy, it’s been here a long time, over twenty-five years, so you must have some other memories.”

“Oh, I certainly do. We lost Joe once and he was here in the old stable. We couldn’t find him for most of a day though. We were using it to store things like straw and never thought to look for him here.”

“If I was here, why couldn’t you find me?”

“You were at that curious stage. I think you were about six or so. Marie was gone, and you had latched onto Adam for comfort. He could hardly go anywhere without you. The problem was he was going to be going to school and needed to get you to understand why.”

“What could that have to do with me being lost?”

“Adam tried to explain to you about construction. He used the examples of building things with straw and hay versus wood and stone. Anyway, apparently you absorbed the concepts well. The next day, you used the stacked straw in here and constructed a shelter, crawled into it, and promptly fell asleep after your exertions.”

“Oh, so I suppose no one could find me and thought I was missing.”

“You were missing. No one could find you.”

“I knew where I was, and I was in a safe place.”

“Actually, it wasn’t a safe place. That straw made a precarious shelter, and if it fell, you would have died of suffocation. It was Adam who figured it out. He thought back to all the conversations he recalled the two of you having as well as asking what we had talked about. He remembered the construction discussion and rushed to the storehouse. The wood supplies were intact and the hammers were still there. Then he ran to this old stable. He yelled for you, heard you answer, and then headed to the straw and found you.”

“Oh, I remember that now. He wasn’t done yelling. He yelled. He hugged me. Back then, I didn’t know what all the fuss was about. I only had a nap in my straw fort.”

“You understand now, though, don’t you?”

“Oh, yeah, and if I had a son, I’d make sure he knew about those kinds of dangers. Why didn’t Adam tell me not to build a shelter out of straw?”

“He was only seventeen then. He probably didn’t know what a boy your age might do with the knowledge he was giving you.”

Hoss had been quiet through much of the conversation so Ben asked him what he thought of the whole issue.

“Pa, I hope we have a lot more of these conversations. With another little one on the way, this may be the only way I learn to be a father at least about things like this. All these discussions tell me some about what to do and a whole lot about what not to do. So, you try to stir up more of those memories cause it’s good to remember Adam, but it’s good to hear the stories of how to be a good father too.”

Hoss did have a wistful look and didn’t get back to work but stared up at the roof timbers. Ben wondered why.

“Hoss, is there something else on your mind?”

“I was only wondering if you remembered any stories about me and this stable. Oh, I know I must have been really little then, but still I must have lived in here with you and Adam.”

Joe snickered at that. “You were never really little.”

Even as Hoss sent a glare toward Joe, Ben ignored Joe’s comment. “Maybe about you and Adam doing something here?”

“Well, yeah, that would be good.”

“I’m afraid the story I remember is incomplete. When we finished the stable and moved up to the second level, as you know, you were still a little boy. Adam was sitting up on a support truss carving his name into a timber. You asked what he was doing, and he told you. You wanted to do the same. Adam was willing so I lifted you up, and he held you in front of him as he carved your name into the timber.”

“Why did you say the story is incomplete then?”

“You were a little boy. You got tired of the task so Adam had to quit part way through and come down with you. He only carved HO and part of the S up there.”

“That’s all right. Where is it?”

“It’s on the center support over the loft if I’m remembering correctly.”

Hoss went up the ladder to the small loft then, and Joe went with him. The roof was close for the full-grown men. Looking over the top of the truss at the timber, both of them smiled and then returned to their father’s side. Ben was glad they weren’t disappointed, but he was surprised at what Hoss said.

“It says Hoss. He finished it sometime. He did that for me.”

After Hoss put a hand on his father’s shoulder, Ben did the same with his son. All these years later, Adam had given them a moment of being close. All three men threw themselves into the task working with a renewed spirit to refurbish the old stable looking forward to the day when they could perhaps put Adam’s horse in a stall there once again. In the meantime, it would be an extra stable in bad weather or when they brought in extra horses to break or train. And sometimes, at night, Ben could still walk here and remember a dark haired son who looked at the stars and had dreams like his father.


Tags: Adam Cartwright, Ben Cartwright, Family, Hoss Cartwright, Joe / Little Joe Cartwright

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Author: BettyHT

I watched Bonanza when it first aired. In 2012, I discovered Bonanza fan fiction, and started writing stories as a fun hobby. I have hundreds of stories now. If I am unavailable and anyone needs permission to post one or more of my stories on a site such as Bonanza Brand, AC1830 and/or Mo1427 are authorized to give permission in my absence.

25 thoughts on “The Old Stable (by BettyHT)

  1. Des souvenirs qui refont surface, merveilleusement racontés par un père aimant.
    Les “garçons” toujours dans son cœur comme dans un écrin. Une place brille toujours, celle d’Adam qui mène sa vie au loin, est’ il encore en vie ? Question que le père est les deux frères se posent, question qui passe et repasse comme la mer brasse ses vagues et dépose son écume.
    Cette vielle grange renferme des secrets, l’esprit d’Adam est gravé dans le bois, mais pourquoi a t’il quitté la famille ?

    1. The questions are answered in other stories. Why he left, is he alive, and did he ever come back are themes many writers have used for many stories with many different answers. What should never be forgotten is that he was part of the family forever whether he was there or gone.

  2. Funny how one small discovery leads to many warm memories, and draws the family together even if one is absent. That small part Adam did is so like him, never leaving something unfinished, and giving Hoss a new memory to add to the old one. Lovely story.

    1. Thank you so much. Those warm memories are so important in a family to build the bonds to hold a family together. In times of trouble, a family needs those good memories to hold together. Ben is supplying them here, but the whole family has memories to share. Nudge nudge to the writers out there to post a few more short stories of those good memories.

  3. It’s funny what can spark a memory. Hopefully that barn will continue to provide lots of memories in the future.

    1. Thank you for reading and commenting. Being in a similar situation can certainly spark memories especially of those who aren’t with us, and Ben must surely miss a son gone for that long while treasuring those who are still there with him.

  4. What a sweet story and so nice that Ben was able to tell his boys stories about their absent brother as they worked.
    Nice to think that maybe Adam did go back at some point

    1. Thank you for reading and commenting. Working together and sharing memories is a great way for a family to forge bonds, and yes, it is nice to think of Adam coming home at some point.

  5. Another wonderful story. Warm memories of a loved son and brother. I do so,look forward to your stories. Find myself rereading all of them as well. Kind of like visiting old friends. Thank You!

  6. Heart warming story. I read it before bed & slept cozy wrapped in memories of our beloved Adam. Thank you Betty.

    1. Thank you so much. Yes, someone like Adam had to be on their minds quite often and situations like fixing the old stable were perfect for bringing up the memories.

  7. Hi there,
    I lost my father in my late teens, my chosen comfort after that was to watch and read the adventures of the Cartwright family. The strength that comes from strong yet caring parental love and guidance was to me the balm my soul needed.
    You have encapsulated the very essence of a wonderful father and a loving, caring family, something we may not all have, but we can all aspire to be for our own loved ones.
    Thank you, and all writers who continue to keep this amazing family alive for us all.
    Best wishes and stay safe,
    Cal ;-)x

    1. So sorry you suffered that loss so young. It’s so difficult to lose a parent when you still need that guidance so much. I’m glad that you found some solace in the Bonanza world. Thank you so much for reading and telling your story.

  8. A gem of a story Betty. Buildings do hold memories, some good, some not so good. Love how Ben brings all his sons together in this, sharing the love that Adam had for his family back when the boys were young and keeping that love going strong as they wait in hope for him to return. Love the Hoss bit especially. Nice one to start the day with, cheers.

    1. Thank you so much. Yes, buildings can hold bad memories too but this was a story for them to remember Adam so it was the good memories Ben recalled although the one with Joe could have turned out quite differently.

      1. I think, especially in the fan fiction, that it was surprising Joe actually survived his childhood 😂❤️

        1. I wrote in one of my stories a part where I think it was Adam told him he was lucky to be in the family he was so he lived to be an adult and didn’t end up in prison. Some readers didn’t like that line.

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