Summary:\u00a0 After a bad accident, Ben has to cope with a changed Little Joe.\u00a0 Rated:\u00a0 K+<\/p>\n
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\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0Bad News<\/strong><\/p>\n <\/p>\n Ben Cartwright sat back in his chair. He looked out of the half opened bedroom window as a loud rumble of thunder echoed around the land. A brilliant streak of lightning lit up the late evening sky. Horses in the corral by the side of the barn trotted around nervously. They neighed as another flash of bright light pierced the gloom. Sheets of rain suddenly streamed down onto the yard below.<\/p>\n A gust of wind filled the room with cold air and began to blow the curtains in a wild dance causing Ben to shiver. He placed the pen in his hand to the side and slowly eased himself up. Stretching out his arms he pulled down the sash-corded frame, leaving the room once more draught free.<\/p>\n Pausing for a moment deep in thought, he stared out through the glass pane at the truly awesome performance of Mother Nature at her most ferocious and savage. Had it been any other time in different circumstances he would have viewed the spectacle with reverential wonder. But though his eyes took in the sight, for once Ben\u2019s mind concentrated solely on more pressing matters as his insides churned with fear and worry.<\/p>\n Over the years he had weathered many storms, both natural and man made. Lady Luck had walked hand in hand with him and played her part on more than one occasion to see him through to calm and safe waters. But as his whole body slumped forward carrying the woes of a troubled and concerned father on his broad shoulders, he wondered if, for once, the bringer of good fortune had decided to desert him.<\/p>\n His head ached and he drew his fingers through his thick white hair, the worried lines on his face more pronounced than a week ago. Deep brown eyes, usually alert and flashing brightly with good humour were now dulled by weariness and unease.<\/p>\n Without warning a thunderbolt produced a simultaneous flash of lightning and crash of thunder, causing Ben to shake himself from his reverie. He involuntarily stepped back from the window as the ranch house visibly shook with the concentrated force of nature\u2019s undeniable ferocity.<\/p>\n Turning his head quickly Ben looked back towards the bed, hopeful the noise would disturb the figure lying there. But his youngest son did not stir, though his every breath was laboured and obviously not without discomfort. Ben sighed with disappointment as he walked over to the bed. If would seem Joe was fated to remain a while longer in his silent and lonely world of unconsciousness.<\/p>\n \u201cTime to wake up Joseph. You\u2019ve been asleep far too long now,\u201d Ben whispered softly. He gently and lovingly wiped away beads of sweat that ran off his son\u2019s forehead with a damp cloth and cautiously studied the many cuts on the handsome ashen face.<\/p>\n However his son remained still and oblivious to his father\u2019s words.<\/p>\n Fighting hard to quell the tears he felt forming, Ben noticed the several days\u2019 growth of stubble on Joe\u2019s chin. His despondent expression suddenly softened as he pulled the blankets over the bruised and swollen chest, making a mental note to give his youngest son a refreshing shave the next morning.<\/p>\n Finally satisfied Joe was comfortable, Ben returned to the heavy oak bureau in the corner of the room and settled down in his chair once again. He turned up the oil lamp and long shadows crept eerily up the walls and ceiling.<\/p>\n As he stared down at the blank piece of writing paper in front of him, Ben sighed deeply before picking up the pen and chewing it absently on its end. The rain lashed down onto the window and his eyes turned to study his son. Joe\u2019s pale and battered face looked strangely at peace in the flickering lamplight. It belied the pain that had continued to constantly rack his body over the past few days.<\/p>\n Ben returned his gaze to the paper in front of him. Determined in his resolve he dipped his pen into the inkwell then began to write. The Ponderosa<\/em> Dear Adam,<\/em><\/p>\n Having just received a letter from you where you supplied your new address in London I had hoped to reply that all is well here on the Ponderosa as you settle into your new life abroad. However, as you insisted when you left that I was to inform you of everything and anything that happened here, it is with a very heavy heart I write to tell you my bad news regarding your brother, Joe.<\/em><\/p>\n It all began just over a week ago while your brothers were up at the Milford ranch.<\/em><\/p>\n Enos was determined to remove an outcrop of very large rocks from his top meadow while his herd of horses were still on the low grazing land. So he took delivery of a small amount of nitro-glycerine. Never having used it before he came over and asked if I would let Hoss and Joe help him, and I must admit I felt uneasy at his request.<\/em><\/p>\n Remember I wrote and told you about the trouble Joe and I had last year when we delivered that consignment with Clint Watson? After the tragic accident that claimed the life of Andy Watson, I should have known better than to allow your brothers anywhere near the nitro as it is so unstable, as you well know! I warned Enos that in inexperienced hands it was deadly, but he insisted he would be very careful and Hoss assured me he\u2019d keep a watchful eye on everything, so eventually I relented and agreed to let them both go.<\/em><\/p>\n Your brothers had been there a couple of days without mishap, enjoying the Milford\u2019s hospitality, especially Cora\u2019s apple pies! I must admit from what Hoss has since told me it seems all had gone well and Enos was very competent, taking his time and keeping everyone clear and well out of sight when he set the charge for each explosion. However as they neared the end of the second day I reckon Enos must have been feeling over confident and eager to finish the job in quick time. For it seems he decided to place a double amount of nitro to make sure the last large outcrop of rocks were shattered with one blast.<\/em><\/p>\n As they cleared the site ready for detonation, Joe began to lead away the supply wagon when the nitro went off prematurely as he passed by, flipping over the vehicle and killing the poor mule pulling it outright. Joe was flung into the air then the wagon fell back over onto him and the blown up fragments of rock went everywhere, hitting your brother hard all over his body and head. Thank heavens both Hoss and Enos were not in the vicinity and were uninjured and able to lift up the wagon and pull Joe to safety; otherwise I dread to think what the outcome could have been. However, your brother was still badly hurt and rendered unconscious by the blast and Hoss brought him straight back here to the house while Enos fetched the doctor from town.<\/em><\/p>\n I don\u2019t think I can ever remember seeing Paul\u2019s face go as pale as it did when he first saw Joe. To be honest as we peeled off Joe\u2019s clothes and saw his injuries both Paul and I just looked at each other and knew instinctively what the other was thinking. Would we be viewing a corpse the next day? It was such a shock to see the extent of damage done and I did indeed wonder if your brother was going to survive through the night But as a new day dawned Joe proved us both wrong thank goodness, and we are truly blessed that he still lives as I write.<\/em><\/p>\n Compared to the scrapes he has gotten into over the years, this was indeed the worst thing that had ever happened to Joe. There was hardly an untouched inch of skin; burns, cuts and bruises everywhere, blood streaming from a deep gash on the back of his head, and a swelling on his forehead. He was obviously in a lot of distress with a broken right leg and fractured ribs that Paul soon realised had pierced his lung, possibly causing its collapse and thus making it very difficult for him to breath without being in a lot of discomfort.<\/em><\/p>\n Paul took care of him in his usual competent way, though loath to strap Joe\u2019s chest to repair the fractured ribs as he reckons it hinders the healing process and could risk a bout of pneumonia. He put his leg in a splint, stitched up the head wound, and cleaned up all the lacerations which in all kept him busy until midnight.<\/em><\/p>\n Unfortunately Joe has not yet regained consciousness and it is more than apparent your brother is in considerable and constant pain. He moans and screams out in his sleep quite often, which upsets us all to see and hear him suffering so. Paul has left a plentiful supply of laudanum which should ease Joe\u2019s discomfort when he awakes.<\/em><\/p>\n The injury to his head was severe but until he wakes up completely and is coherent it is impossible to know the extent of the damage Joe has sustained. But I have a deep feeling of foreboding something is wrong. Never before have I known anyone remain in such a prolonged state of deep sleep and I worry and fear Joe is going to take a very long time to recover, both physically and mentally.<\/em><\/p>\n Paul tries to keep our spirits up and says we must not despair as Joe\u2019s pulse is regular and his vital signs satisfactory. He remains hopeful that in a few days things will improve and we shall manage to get a positive reaction from Joe.<\/em><\/p>\n The Milfords have been over quite a few times to visit and poor Cora is beside herself. I have tried to calm her down, make as light of the situation as I can, but as she sits by Joe\u2019s bedside and holds his hand, I\u2019ve seen dread creep into her eyes. I just know she is thinking the worst scenario as well and she can barely look at me for fear of giving away her thoughts. You know the soft spot she has always had for Joe, especially after he rode Enos\u2019 horse to victory a couple of years ago at your expense! I\u2019m sure that\u2019s a race you will never forget Adam and even in these troubled times, as I think about it now it brings a smile to my face.<\/em><\/p>\n Enos can barely look at Joe without filling up with tears and having to rush out of the room. He was and still is filled with guilt and I have tried my best to assure him no-one attaches any blame for the accident. Though I need to bite my tongue and force myself to not mention it was due to his over zealous use of that damn explosive! After all, what is the use of making him feel any worse than he is? It was an accident, plain and simple, and what is done is done. He is truly devastated though and it is so sad to see them, our old friends, inconsolable and in such obvious distress at what has happened.<\/em><\/p>\n Hoss is obviously very upset, though he tries his best to comfort and help me, but every time I see him looking at Joe I can see the pain and misery in his eyes. For I know he blames himself for talking me into letting the pair of them go and help the Milfords. The trouble is when you left he took it upon himself to take on the mantle of elder brother and become Joe\u2019s protector, and it breaks my heart to see him so unhappy, knowing he feels he has failed in his duty.<\/em><\/p>\n We now can only hope and pray Joe\u2019s condition will soon change for the better. Please do not fret yourself at being so far away. Although it is unfortunate in its timing, just writing this letter has lifted my spirits somewhat, and I am determined to look to the future with optimism, as must you. I will keep you updated on all developments and eagerly await hearing from you soon.<\/em><\/p>\n Take care son,<\/em> <\/p>\n Ben glanced quickly at what he had written then leaned back, stretching out his arms behind his head. Far in the distance the rumbling thunder continued and the lightning still flashed. Joe stirred and Ben looked over as his son groaned loudly in obvious pain and then muttered something unintelligible before returning to lapse into uneasy, comatose sleep.<\/p>\n Once again feeling downhearted at the lack of response from his son, Ben tried hard to suppress a yawn, but failed as he felt his eyes grow heavy, unable to shake off the weariness that consumed him.<\/p>\n As he drowsed, the door slowly opened and Hoss entered, carrying a tray of sandwiches and two mugs of steaming coffee.<\/p>\n His gaze immediately rested on the still form of his brother. It made no difference that his father attached no blame on him regarding the accident as a wave of remorse swept over Hoss the like of which he\u2019d ever known before.<\/p>\n Tearing his eyes away Hoss then studied concernedly the dozing figure in the chair by the window. Ben had hardly slept for days, only allowing himself the occasional doze while his middle son sat stoically on guard by his brother\u2019s bedside.<\/p>\n Hoss remained silent and still for a minute or so before speaking. \u201cYou would like some supper, wouldn\u2019t you Pa?\u201d he asked finally as he placed the tray on top of the writing bureau. The question was said more as a compassionate command knowing his father had hardly eaten anything for hours.<\/p>\n Ben\u2019s head jerked up and he opened his eyes. \u201cThank you son. I must admit I am rather hungry,\u201d he acknowledged, appreciating the tenderness and concern shown him.<\/p>\n \u201cHow\u2019s Joe? Any change?\u201d Ever hopeful Hoss gently washed dried blood from the mop of curly hair and wiped his brother\u2019s face.<\/p>\n \u201cHe\u2019s still not showing any signs of waking up. I had hoped the noise from the storm would jolt him out of unconsciousness, but there was no reaction.\u201d Ben picked up and folded the sheets of writing paper precisely in half, placed them into an envelope and taking up his pen wrote out the address.<\/p>\n Hoss sighed deeply then gave his father an inquiring look. \u201cYou\u2019re writing to Adam?\u201d<\/p>\n Ben nodded. \u201cI\u2019ve been putting it off for the past couple of days, but tonight I made up my mind I had to let him know what had happened. Not that he can do anything all those thousands of miles away, but I\u2019d never hear the last of it if I kept anything from him, especially regarding his little brother.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThat\u2019s a fact Pa,\u201d Hoss replied, a faint smile tugging at his lips, well aware of his elder brother\u2019s departing insistence he was to be informed of everything, good or bad, big or small, that occurred on the Ponderosa.<\/p>\n As Ben tucked into his welcomed supper, Hoss pulled over a chair towards his brother\u2019s bedside. Settling down he then sipped at his coffee and gave Joe a long and lingering look of concern. Father and middle son continued to sit together, the only sound heard the laboured breathing from the figure on the bed. While way in the distance the continued rumblings of thunder as the storm disappeared up into the snow laden slopes of the Sierra Nevada. It was April and the morning sun bathed the land in the fresh pale light of springtime. Although his body was still weak and each breath slightly painful, Joe was now conscious and noticeably becoming stronger each day.<\/p>\n Ben stood in the hall clutching the handle of his son\u2019s bedroom door, and he hesitated for a moment, mentally steeling himself for another difficult day as he took a deep breath then entered.<\/p>\n The figure on the bed twisted his head from looking at a small photograph on his bedside table. Joe gave his father a welcome smile.<\/p>\n \u201cGood morning son. How are you feeling this morning?\u201d asked Ben over brightly as he felt his son\u2019s forehead for a sign of any returning fever, then affectionately brushed his fingers through the curly locks.<\/p>\n \u201cI had another headache when I woke up but it soon went and Hoss brought me breakfast,\u201d Joe answered, pointing at a half-empty plate at his bedside. \u201cI ate up as much as I could.\u201d<\/p>\n Ben nodded encouragingly, inwardly taking in the bright eyes and slightly flushed cheeks. \u201cYou\u2019ve had a lot of headaches lately, but at least your appetite seems to be returning,\u201d he acknowledged. \u201cWould you like a drink?\u201d<\/p>\n Joe nodded and his father walked towards a pitcher of water that stood on the dressing table. He picked up a glass, filled it then offered it to his son\u2019s lips. After taking a few sips the young man lay back on the bed with a soft moan of discomfort, his eyes never straying from Ben\u2019s face.<\/p>\n \u201cPa?\u201d he asked in an uncertain voice, his brow now furrowed in puzzlement.<\/p>\n Ben replaced the glass on the table and gave him a kindly smile. \u201cYes son?\u201d<\/p>\n Joe pointed towards the framed image. \u201cWho\u2019s this?\u201d<\/p>\n Ben\u2019s eyebrows shot up in surprise at his son\u2019s response to Marie\u2019s picture. He sat down on the side of the bed and took hold of Joe\u2019s hand. \u201cThat\u2019s your mother, Joe. She had a bad accident when you were a little boy and she died. Don\u2019t you remember her at all?\u201d<\/p>\n Joe fixed a nervous stare on his father and shook his head. \u201cMy mother\u2026and she died?\u201d Anxiety and fear welled up within him. \u201cSo I\u2019ll never see her again?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cNo Joe. She\u2019s in heaven now.\u201d<\/p>\n For a moment there was a painful silence, Joe seemingly finding it hard to understand and accept what his father told him. He gazed back over at his mother\u2019s photograph. \u201cI didn\u2019t know who she was. I must have forgotten,\u201d he finally whispered. Tears filled his eyes and rolled down his cheeks.<\/p>\n Ben moved closer to his son, resting his chin in the dark curls and gathering him in both arms. Not trusting himself to speak Ben remained silent, gently rocking back and forward as Joe continued to cling to him tightly until the sobs gradually ceased.<\/p>\n Sensing instinctively something else was worrying his son Ben put his hand under the still trembling chin and gently lifted the tear streaked face. \u201cWhat\u2019s the matter Joe?\u201d he asked tenderly.<\/p>\n The young man looked up. \u201cI don\u2019t understand why I can\u2019t remember my mother.\u201d<\/p>\n Ben smiled softly. \u201cDon\u2019t you worry yourself son. You\u2019ve just hurt your head,\u201d he answered truthfully. \u201cYou can\u2019t help not remembering her. It\u2019s not your fault.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019ve had a real bad accident though, haven\u2019t I Pa?\u201d Joe asked tentatively as his eyes wandered down to his leg that was still in a wooden splint.<\/p>\n \u201cYes Joe. You\u2019ve had an accident, a very bad accident,\u201d Ben answered gently with a smile, his tired eyes remaining glued to his son\u2019s face as he outlined with his finger the faint bump that still was evident on Joe\u2019s forehead.<\/p>\n \u201cSo am I going to die? Like her?\u201d<\/p>\n Ben\u2019s expression froze. \u201cOf course not Joe! Why would you think that?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWell you said my mother had an accident . . . and died!\u201d he said, his voice almost inaudible.<\/p>\n Ben noticed the look of fear that swept across his son\u2019s face. \u201cJoseph,\u201d he said softly, giving a reassuring smile. \u201cYou aren\u2019t going to die. I promise you that.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI will get better then, will I Pa?\u201d Joe wiped his eyes with the sleeve of his nightshirt.<\/p>\n \u201cYes son. You\u2019ll be better very soon,\u201d Ben assured him, squeezing his shoulder affectionately before standing up and walking over towards the writing bureau.<\/p>\n Joe settled down contentedly again.<\/p>\n Ben gazed out through the window, purposely keeping his back to his son as he fought hard to keep his composure and hide his true feelings.<\/p>\n \u201cWhat was Mama like Pa?\u201d a voice suddenly asked.<\/p>\n Ben felt himself visibly stiffen with emotion as the memories flooded back and he took a deep breath. \u201cShe was very beautiful, and could be very obstinate at times, but she made me laugh; made us all laugh often,\u201d Ben answered. \u201cShe loved you very much son.\u201d<\/p>\n His father\u2019s answer seemed to placate Joe for a minute as Ben continued to look towards the mountains in the distance.<\/p>\n Awkwardly, and not without some pain, Joe pulled himself up straight on the bed and peered out of the window. \u201cPa? When is Adam coming home? Has he gone to college already? I haven\u2019t seen him in such a long time,\u201d he asked plaintively as if he were still awaiting his elder brother\u2019s daily return from school.<\/p>\n Ben turned and placed a curious glance towards Joe as he sensed disappointment in his tone of voice. \u201cYou\u2019ve asked me that every day Joe and I keep telling you. It\u2019s been a long time since Adam left college and he doesn\u2019t live here any more. He\u2019s left the Ponderosa and has now gone to live and work in England.\u201d<\/p>\n Joe sank down onto his pillow. \u201cYou told me before?\u201d he asked, shaking his head and feeling a fresh sense of panic rising within him; two of the most important people in his life had seemingly left him.<\/p>\n \u201cEngland? Is that a long way from here Pa?\u201d he inquired as he began to pull loose a cotton thread from his bed cover and wrapped it around his finger.<\/p>\n \u201cYes Joe. Many miles away, across a big stretch of water.\u201d<\/p>\n There was a pause for a moment as Joe digested this information then he raised his head, his expression one of dejection. \u201cSo Adam won\u2019t be coming home for a long time?\u201d<\/p>\n Ben shook his head sorrowfully. \u201cNo Joe. Not for a long time,\u201d he answered as he noted the sad frown on his son\u2019s face. \u201cBut you still have Hoss, Hop Sing and me. We aren\u2019t going anywhere. I promise!\u201d<\/p>\n Visibly cheered up at this pronouncement, Joe\u2019s green eyes now twinkled happily. \u201cI love you Pa,\u201d he suddenly said, giving his father his most beaming smile before turning his head and looking out of the window as the sun disappeared behind a passing cloud.<\/p>\n Ben cast him a surprised sideways glance. \u201cI love you too son,\u201d he answered quietly, swallowing back the deep sob he felt forming. He pulled out a chair and sat down at the bureau, removing a sheet of paper from the drawer as he cleared his throat and took a deep breath.<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019m going to write to your brother Adam again Joe,\u201d he said, forcing out a smile as he gave his son a quick look. \u201cDo you want to send him a message?\u201d<\/p>\n Joe didn\u2019t answer. He was staring upwards, seemingly fascinated by the spectrum of colours that were formed as the sunlight streamed once again onto the ornate crystal lamp that hung from the ceiling. In a world of his own, his face shone in almost childlike delight and the faintest of smiles appeared on his face.<\/p>\n Shaking his head sadly, Ben turned, picked up his pen and began to write. The Ponderosa<\/em> Dear Adam,<\/em> For several days after I sent my last letter your brother continued to remain unconscious. But then he began to wake up slowly, and we took those precious minutes of consciousness each day to give him nourishment and the laudanum, for he was still in obvious pain. While awake he hardly seemed aware of where he was or who we were, and the occasional moments of lucidity in his eyes were few and far between.<\/em><\/p>\n However, over the following days and weeks he has become stronger, stayed awake for longer periods and physically his injuries are healing with great speed. Paul is confident he will be able to take off the splint within a couple of weeks and Joe should be walking around as good as new. His ribs are slowly setting themselves and seem less sore, and his breathing causes just a little pain in his chest, so it would seem his lungs were not as badly damaged as we first thought.<\/em><\/p>\n Unfortunately he suffers from bouts of occasional nausea, headaches and the muscles around his stomach are still sore, but he doesn\u2019t complain and takes doses of painkillers when required. Paul assures me he will not become addicted to the morphine content of the laudanum and I take him at his word.<\/em><\/p>\n However, as I told you in my last letter, at the time of his accident I was fearful the head injury could well be serious and unfortunately I have been proved correct.<\/em><\/p>\n When he began to show signs of selective memory loss after fully regaining consciousness, we tried to coax him to remember people and events from over the years, but all we were rewarded with was a blank and slightly disinterested stare.<\/em><\/p>\n We should have realised something was wrong then, but at first we thought it was just a temporary condition and paid little attention to his behaviour.<\/em><\/p>\n It was a relief when he immediately remembered who I was, but was seemingly confused to see I had grey hair, forever asking me where my brown hair had gone! I was slightly taken aback; after all I have been this colour for nearly twenty years! I told him I\u2019d had white hair for a long time, but he wouldn\u2019t believe me, shaking his head and sticking out his bottom lip defiantly, just like he used to do when he was a child. Remember Adam?<\/em><\/p>\n Unfortunately for some reason he couldn\u2018t figure out who Hoss was at first, much to your brother\u2019s dismay! It was only by me promising faithfully to Joe that he was indeed his brother that he accepted him, though warily at first.<\/em><\/p>\n I will spare you the details of further examples of what he can and cannot remember, but after careful consideration we have worked out his amnesia is total from about the age of six or seven.<\/em><\/p>\n Had this been all we had to contend with, I think we would count ourselves lucky and accept his condition gratefully. After all, it would be no problem relating his past life and adventures over the years to him. However as time has gone on it becomes apparent we are dealing with something more serious and traumatic than just random memory loss.<\/em><\/p>\n It doesn\u2019t look good Adam. It would seem Joe now has great difficulty in making decisions or communicating on an adult level. He thinks and behaves like a child would, and it has left us all completely stunned by its implications.<\/em><\/p>\n He has remembered you without any prompting, but continually thinks you are still at school and waiting to go to college. Every day he looks out of his window and asks if you will be home soon, seemingly unable to neither comprehend nor accept the fact you are living so far away now.<\/em><\/p>\n Then today he looked at Marie\u2019s photograph and asked who she was. I can hardly believe it possible. Your brother saw his own mother die in front of his eyes, yet now he can not even remember her! When I told him she was his mother and had passed away years before, he was convinced he was about to die as well. He was very upset and it took a long time to settle him down though once I had told him he was going to be fine, his mother\u2019s absence was seemingly forgotten and he was enquiring where you were once again.<\/em><\/p>\n Now that he is able to sit up he seems content and happy to spend most of his time gazing about his room or out of the window, showing no signs of restlessness and irritability at having to lie on his bed all day. This is so uncharacteristic of your brother, for as you well know Joe was never one to lie contentedly, always nagging to be moving and mobile as soon as possible!<\/em><\/p>\n He seems to be always desperately seeking the comfort and reassurance of Hoss or myself about most things on a daily basis and now thinks and responds to us with the mentality of a six year old. However he has lost the inquisitiveness and mischievous sparkle in his eyes that was always evident in your little brother. It is as if a door has been closed in his head and the Joseph of old has been trapped inside, unable to get out.<\/em><\/p>\n Paul continues to be positive by saying it need not be a permanent condition and Joe\u2019s brain may well heal itself. He has already enlisted the help of an old friend of his from San Francisco who deals with serious head injuries, asking him to visit and assess Joe\u2019s condition, maybe give us some idea of what to do and how to treat him.<\/em><\/p>\n However, though I am willing to try something, anything that will return Joseph back to me as he was, I am no fool Adam; I fear my son, your brother, the man we know, may now be lost to us forever. His behaviour and personality is of a six year old Little Joe trapped inside the body of a 25 year old man, and I am at my wits end to know what to do next. What I wouldn\u2019t do to turn back the clock just a few short weeks!<\/em><\/p>\n I am so sorry to be the bearer of such bad news, but I know you too will have your brother continually in your thoughts and prayers, so between us all, maybe the good Lord will consider sending down a miracle for him at this time.<\/em><\/p>\n Take care son, I miss you,<\/em> <\/p>\n Ben laid down his pen and flexed his fingers. As he stared through the window into the yard below he watched as Hoss climbed up onto the wagon and headed out towards Virginia City to collect the supplies. Pride in his middle son flowed through Ben\u2019s veins. He was now a stalwart support for his father, never complaining nor questioning the many extra chores and tasks he had to attend to, and a good natured smile never far from his face.<\/p>\n As he disappeared behind the barn Ben turned and gazed again towards his youngest. Joe was once more fast asleep, a soft smile on his face and his left hand tightly clasping the silver framed photograph to his chest.<\/p>\n Heaving a heavy sigh Ben looked through the window to the land that stretched over towards the horizon and beyond. The Ponderosa. His legacy to his sons. But at that moment in time Ben mused he would gladly trade it all with the devil to have his quick-tempered, impulsive and highly emotional youngest son returned to him as he used to be. May came and went and as June brought the warm heat of summer, it was a weary and hungry Hoss who slowly walked across the yard after a long and tiring days work. The smell of Hop Sing\u2019s delicious cooking wafted towards him and he quickened his pace with anticipation at the dinner awaiting his consumption.<\/p>\n Entering the house he could see his father sat in his armchair, reading and totally engrossed as he smoked on his pipe. Hanging up his hat on a peg, Hoss placed his gun belt in a cupboard by the front door.<\/p>\n Ben lifted his eyes and gave his son a welcome smile. \u201cYou look tired son. Everything go okay with the herd?\u201d<\/p>\n Nodding Hoss picked up a juicy apple and bit into it. \u201cSure did Pa,\u201d he answered, chewing noisily as he eased his large frame onto the settee and stretched out his legs. \u201cWe should be ready to head them off towards the railhead in a few days, and I\u2019ve arranged for a couple of the best wranglers to stay behind and finish breaking in those horses we need for the Army contract. Sure miss not having Joe in charge He would have finished it by now.\u201d<\/p>\n Ben\u2019s eyes involuntarily looked towards the stairs. \u201cYes, he would,\u201d he acknowledged sadly as he tapped the ash from his pipe into the hearth and then placed it on the table.<\/p>\n \u201cYou sure you\u2019re going to be able to manage Joe for two weeks while I\u2019m away?\u201d<\/p>\n Ben raised his eyebrows and gave a slight chuckle. \u201cI think I\u2019ll cope son,\u201d he answered, noting the unease on Hoss\u2019 face. \u201cIf not, I\u2019ll make sure to send for the Cavalry!\u201d<\/p>\n For a moment Hoss thought his father was being serious, but when he saw the familiar smile erupt on the weathered face he grinned back at him. \u201cReckon I asked for that,\u201d he acknowledged frankly.<\/p>\n Ben took out some papers from an envelope and passed them over to his son. \u201cWe\u2019ve heard from Adam,\u201d he said, as his tone lightened. \u201cThe mail must be slow because he is only just replying to the first letter I sent him in February. I shall have to write back soon.\u201d<\/p>\n Hoss sank back and made comfortable then concentrated keenly on his brother\u2019s news.<\/p>\n Ben closed his eyes and visualised his eldest son, sitting across from him in his favourite armchair, book in his hand, playing his guitar, or just chatting in his easy and informative way.<\/p>\n A few minutes passed by in silence as Hoss re-read the letter for a second time. \u201cThere isn\u2019t much detail about his new home and the work he\u2019s doing,\u201d he said finally in a disappointed tone as he threw the apple core into the fire. \u201cAdam must have spent hours researching all those medical books to try and help us understand what was going on with Joe. Just hope he received the news he\u2019d regained consciousness.\u201d<\/p>\n Carefully folding the sheets of paper he placed them on his father\u2019s knee. \u201cWhere is Joe anyway?\u201d<\/p>\n Ben opened his eyes and picked up the treasured correspondence. \u201cHe\u2019s gone to bed.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWhat? Already? There was a time you had to drag him upstairs otherwise he would stay up all night!\u201d<\/p>\n Ben heaved a sigh. \u201cOh to have those days back son,\u201d he admitted. \u201cCora and Enos called round and spent the afternoon with us, talking to your brother, trying their best to get some spark of recognition from him. But he still doesn\u2019t remember them at all. He was falling asleep on the settee after they left so I packed him off upstairs.\u201d<\/p>\n Hoss swore silently then banged his fist hard onto the edge of the settee in frustration. \u201cDang blast it Pa! It just isn\u2019t fair! Why can\u2019t Joe get his memory back like I did after I was found by the Vandervorts! It only took the breaking of my mother\u2019s photograph to remember who I was!\u201d<\/p>\n Ben\u2019s face was sombre as he threw his gaze towards the large desk where a fair haired woman with intense blue eyes smiled softly from an ornate picture frame. He wondered if his son truly realised just how fortunate he had been to regain his memory in those circumstances, and how close his father and two brothers had come to saying goodbye to him that day before he disappeared to Michigan for ever.<\/p>\n \u201cI know son, but I doubt if the same sort of ploy would help your brother,\u201d replied Ben. He replaced Adam\u2019s letter in its envelope and lay it down on the table before sinking back into his wing-backed arm chair.<\/p>\n \u201cJoe hasn\u2019t lost his memory completely, so we can\u2019t compare it your total amnesia. Paul said he\u2019s suffering from something completely different. And the specialist reckoned it would take a very serious traumatic event to even help spark some sort of remembrance of anything or change him back to the Joseph we knew such a short time ago.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cSo is there no way he will ever get better?\u201d<\/p>\n Ben tightened his lips and furrowed his brow. \u201cWe must never give up hoping for a miracle son, but from what we\u2019ve been told it doesn\u2019t seem likely,\u201d he replied solemnly. \u201cHowever, we have one thing to be grateful for.\u201d<\/p>\n As his eyes narrowed Hoss looked over questioningly. \u201cWhat\u2019s that Pa? Way things are at the moment there\u2019s not much that I feel thankful for.\u201d<\/p>\n Looking thoughtful for a moment Ben bent over, picked up his pipe and relit it. \u201cAt least Joe doesn\u2019t know he is the source of so much worry. He is happy and content with his life as it is,\u201d he said, taking a long intake of smoke and blowing it out then watching the trail float up towards the ceiling.<\/p>\n Ben noticed a despondent look that still covered his son\u2019s face as Hoss drummed on the arm of the settee with his fingers. \u201cIs something else eating at you son?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYes sir,\u201d Hoss admitted, and more than a little nervously looked his father in the eye. \u201cAre you going to write and tell Adam everything that the doctor from \u2018Frisco told us?\u201d<\/p>\n Taking a moment to consider his response Ben stared hard into the trusting clear blue eyes that brimmed with worry and sadness. \u201cDr Manion? Why Hoss? Don\u2019t you think I should?\u201d<\/p>\n Hoss took a deep gulp. \u201cWell Pa, I reckon if Adam knows what he told us he\u2019s gonna have a lot to say on the matter and he\u2019ll be even more anxious than before!\u201d<\/p>\n Ben held his son\u2019s gaze steadily for a moment, his brown eyes clearly troubled. \u201cI understand what you\u2019re saying but answer me truthfully. How would you feel if it was you far away, and I didn\u2019t tell you the whole truth about one of your brothers? Would you thank me for sparing you the bad news and worry, or chastise me for keeping you in the dark?\u201d<\/p>\n Swallowing hard Hoss gave a sad sigh and shook his head. \u201cI\u2019m sorry Pa. I don\u2019t know what I was thinking,\u201d he replied, hanging his head woefully. \u201cOf course I would want to know, so you must tell Adam everything.\u201d<\/p>\n Ben gave a forgiving smile and put his hand on his son\u2019s knee. \u201cDon\u2019t go fretting yourself Hoss. I know you mean well and I must admit I\u2019d been in two minds as to what to tell Adam. But I think we both know it\u2019s for the best he is told all the details.\u201d<\/p>\n Still with a worried look on his face Hoss sank back on the settee. \u201cI know you\u2019re right Pa, but if we tell Adam the truth about Joe, I reckon he\u2019s bound to feel beholden to return home, and I don\u2019t think that\u2019s fair, not fair at all.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI know that son,\u201d Ben murmured softly, remembering only too well his eldest son\u2019s life long desire to travel the world. \u201cAfter delaying the start of his new life away all these years it would be unfair and unjust to expect him to rush back home. However he would never forgive me if I kept anything from him. But I won\u2019t ask or pressure him and I\u2019ll make it clear we are managing between the two of us. Does that ease your mind?\u201d<\/p>\n Hoss beamed. \u201cSure does Pa,\u201d he replied, involuntarily throwing his gaze to his elder brother\u2019s favourite leather chair as he chuckled. \u201cJust make sure you tell him old Hoss is coping fine running the Ponderosa and I don\u2019t know why he used to say it was such a tough job!\u201d<\/p>\n He then gave his father a broad wink. \u201cAnd tell him we can take care of little brother without him worrying himself sick. Just \u2018cause he had the brains in the family don\u2019t mean he\u2019s indispensable!\u201d<\/p>\n Ben grinned at his son and laid down his pipe on the hearth. \u201cI\u2019ll do just that when I write tonight and explain everything that has gone on,\u201d he stated as Hop Sing suddenly appeared, carrying in the dinner of fried chicken and potatoes.<\/p>\n Ben and Hoss rose from their seats and moved over to the dining table, Ben looking at the two empty chairs and sighing deeply as he unfolded his napkin and placed it on his knee. He continued to gaze sadly to where eldest and youngest son had always sat. Although content with his middle son\u2019s company, he mused unhappily to himself that meal time just wasn\u2019t the pleasurable family event it used to be. The Ponderosa<\/em> Dear Adam,<\/em><\/p>\n Today we received your letter from England and I can not tell you how much it means to Hoss and myself to finally have word from you. Your good wishes and prayers are a great comfort to us, and we appreciate all the trouble you have obviously taken in your research about Joe\u2019s head injury and its implications.<\/em><\/p>\n Hopefully you will have received my second letter and know he is now fully conscious, so I will continue to give you an update on your brother\u2019s condition at the present time.<\/em><\/p>\n Physically Joe is now practically as good as new. All bruises and cuts have disappeared, and his ribs have healed in record time, due to Paul\u2019s insistence they were not strapped from the onset. Once the splint was removed he was soon able to walk unaided and is now nearly as agile as ever before, just showing the barest of a limp. There is only the slightest discomfort from his lung when breathing, but with our encouragement to make him take deep breaths I am sure Joe will be totally recovered in no time.<\/em><\/p>\n However, that cannot be said for his mental state.<\/em><\/p>\n Remember I mentioned a friend of Paul\u2019s was coming to assess Joe\u2019s condition? Well he arrived. Dr Manion was a very conscientious and learned man, and he willingly stayed with us for a few days, watching every move Joe made, talking to him, asking him basic questions and taking notes, and I could see he was growing very attached to Joe and sympathetic to his condition.<\/em><\/p>\n However, when he gave his final verdict, much as he wished he could be positive, he had to admit to his knowledge amnesia like that suffered by your brother was usually irreparable and only a very small percentage of patients with his condition ever regained their memory.<\/em><\/p>\n Then he gave us his final prognosis about Joe\u2019s change in behaviour and personality. He was very thorough in his appraisal and tried to be as gentle as possible in his approach, but he had to admit to us Joe\u2019s regression back to a child hood level was something he had never come across before but only read about. As he linked it directly with his memory loss he could only guess that your brother would probably never have the capacity to think and act as an adult again, and would need constant care and supervision for the rest of his life.<\/em><\/p>\n I suppose we had all hoped he would supply us with a miracle cure but to be told that your brother would probably never recover was just too much to take in! Both Hoss and I were devastated. Even Paul was truly upset!<\/em><\/p>\n However, what he came out with next really shook us to the core.<\/em><\/p>\n Was I prepared and able to give Joseph such time consuming care? Even before I could give him an answer he added, It would be better for all of you if he was placed in an institution.<\/em><\/p>\n To say I was shocked and angry is an understatement Adam! An institution! Never!<\/em><\/p>\n I guess he could see I was not well pleased with his suggestion and he made his excuses and bid us a hasty farewell. But though I know he meant it in the kindest, possible way, as long as there is breathe in my body, Joseph will not be sent away to any institution.<\/em><\/p>\n He is neither mad nor violent and I refuse to accept his behaviour is that of an imbecile! He is still my son, your brother, and we love him, and no matter what trials and tribulations are before us, both Hoss and I refuse to even think about such a move.<\/em><\/p>\n And so from then on we have slowly come to terms with Joe\u2019s condition being permanent.<\/em><\/p>\n We both realised it would mean more of the burden of ranch business would now lie on Hoss\u2019 shoulders, but he faces the challenge happily for it seems to have given him fresh confidence in his abilities and he is managing well and without complaint. I am also deeply indebted to the ranch hands. They are mostly an honest and loyal bunch of men who are also doing their best to ease our work load in as many ways as they can.<\/em><\/p>\n I will admit though, our lives are not easy having to watch over and give Joseph constant attention although he is able to dress and feed himself which is a great help.<\/em><\/p>\n When it is feasible he follows Hoss around the yard like a little puppy, happy to be in your brother\u2019s company during the day. Hoss gives him jobs that keep him busy for a few minutes, but then, just like a small child, his attention is diverted to something else and he loses interest.<\/em><\/p>\n However, when Hoss has to work away from the house, I have to watch what Joe is doing all the time for he cannot be left alone or be trusted on his own. There are times when I have to shout at him if I fear he is going to do something that will do him harm; he does not seem to be aware of the dangers that lurk around the ranch any more. Unfortunately he takes any words of reprimand from me to heart, usually filling up with tears and tearing off up into his bedroom where he stays for hours! Just as he used to do when he was a small child; only now there is no elder brother around for him to cling to and seek protection or read him a story until his father calms down!<\/em><\/p>\n He also seems fascinated by our fire arms and we have to make sure they are locked away every night, and during the day if we are not wearing them. He is forever asking why he cannot wear a holster and have his own Colt .45 to shoot with! You cannot imagine what it is like Adam, gazing at your brother, from the outside the man of 25 he is, yet talking down to him as though he is 6 years old and telling him he is not allowed to play with guns! And this is the man who a few short months ago could outdraw anyone in Nevada!<\/em><\/p>\n To be honest, I can now understand that Dr Manion\u2019s advice about the institution was only him trying to give us the easy option, knowing the undivided attention and care we will have to give Joe. But there is no way I could allow Joseph to be sent away. I am sure you will agree that The Ponderosa is his home and is where he will stay, though I fear I will need carefully reasoned judgement regarding his care in the near future. Much as I value and appreciate your brother Hoss\u2019 help and opinions, he is usually swayed purely by sentiment; your tenacity and cool headedness was always such a great asset!<\/em><\/p>\n Poor Hoss is worried and upset that this letter may convince you to make a hasty decision to leave your new life abroad and return home to help us take care of Joe. However, I tell you this honestly Adam; you have no reason to feel guilty or beholden to return to the Ponderosa. I won\u2019t lie to you son. You are sorely missed by us all, but I have usually been able to handle my own troubles and problems over the years, and am confident your brother and I shall be able to manage in your absence and cope with this latest test of faith!<\/em><\/p>\n Forgive me for not enquiring about your new life and I realise I am seemingly absorbed with Joe and his needs. But I can assure you Adam; you are never far from my thoughts, especially during the long evenings when I think back to happier days, when we were all together on the Ponderosa.<\/em> <\/p>\n As the clock struck the eleventh hour Ben put down his pen. Hoss had already gone to bed, exhaustion etched on his face as he willingly left his father alone with his correspondence.<\/p>\n Sorely missed, Ben mused wistfully. Those two words did not come close to describing how he really felt as he gazed down and studied all he had written, hoping Adam would not read too much between the lines.<\/p>\n Deep within his heart he felt a pang of pain and he stifled a deep sigh of misery. No! Sorely missed did not come close to describing how he felt about his eldest son. How he wished and continually prayed Adam were by his side once again as he carefully folded and then slipped the letter into an envelope and placed it in the top drawer. The next morning to the smell of bacon and freshly made pancakes, Hoss made his way downstairs, his eyes widening at the delicious breakfast just delivered to the table by their faithfully cook, Hop Sing.<\/p>\n Ben was already sat drinking coffee and seeming in a reflective mood as he stared into the empty hearth full of the cold ashes from the previous day\u2019s fire.<\/p>\n \u201cMorning Pa,\u201d Hoss called out as he swung his big frame onto his chair and helped himself to a portion and then offered the platter to his father.<\/p>\n Ben shook his head. \u201cNo thank you son,\u201d he answered a little distractedly.<\/p>\n Hoss nodded and began to tuck in to his meal. \u201cJoe in the kitchen with Hop Sing?\u201d he asked as he noted the clean plate and unused knife and fork in his brother\u2019s usual place on the table.<\/p>\n Ben looked over the rim of his coffee cup. \u201cNo. He\u2019s still in bed.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cNo he ain\u2019t,\u201d Hoss answered through a mouthful of food. \u201cI just looked in and his room is empty.\u201d<\/p>\n Replacing his cup in its saucer, Ben suddenly felt a deep sense of unease. \u201cAre you sure of that son? I haven\u2019t seen or heard him this morning and assumed he was having a lie in.\u201d<\/p>\n Hoss shook his head resolutely. \u201cDefinitely isn\u2019t in his room. Where do you think he could be?\u201d<\/p>\n Ben pushed back his chair. \u201cI have no idea but we\u2019d better have a look around. I don\u2019t want him hurting himself. You check upstairs again, in case he has wandered into Adam\u2019s room or gone up to the attic. I\u2019ll check outside.\u201d<\/p>\n Taking a mouthful of bacon before arising, Hoss nodded as Ben threw his napkin onto the table and headed towards the front door. Brushing past the heavy oak sideboard he stopped for a moment, knowing instinctively something was wrong. Looking down he noticed one of the doors was half open with its key visible in the lock. He paused, then turned and called out to his son.<\/p>\n \u201cHoss? Have you been in this cupboard this morning?\u201d<\/p>\n Hoss turned on the stairs to see where his father was looking and shook his head. \u201cNo Pa. I put my gun and holster in there last night but was so darn tuckered out I forgot all about them before I went to bed. I guess I must have left it unlocked. Why?\u201d<\/p>\n Ben opened the door fully and peered inside. \u201cLooks like Joe\u2019s gun and holster are missing,\u201d he answered tersely as he straightened up.<\/p>\n \u201cMissing? How come?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI have a feeling your little brother\u2019s disappearance could have something to do with it,\u201d Ben said, giving his son a knowing look. \u201cYou know how he keeps nagging to play around with a gun. I\u2019m guessing he got up early and noticed the key still in the lock so helped himself to his firearm.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYou think so Pa?\u201d asked Hoss nervously. \u201cThen we\u2019d better find him before something happens.\u201d<\/p>\n Moving deceptively quickly for such a big man, Hoss followed his father who had disappeared outside, and they both stood on the veranda looking around. But there was no sight or sound of the missing son and brother as they scanned the yard.<\/p>\n Ben gave a worried sigh. \u201cI\u2019ll have a look in the barn,\u201d he said as he pointed towards the creek. \u201cYou check out the gulley at the back of the house.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cSure Pa,\u201d answered Hoss and was soon out of sight.<\/p>\n Ben walked across the yard and quietly entered the large building, his eyes eventually making out the nodding heads of the horses in the half gloom as they awaited their morning feed.<\/p>\n Scanning around quickly and seeing nothing out of the ordinary, he was just about to leave when a vaguely familiar sound suddenly reached his ears. Not knowing right away what it was Ben stood still for a moment, trying to pin it down in his mind. It was then it came to him as the repeated thud of metal dropping into leather and then removed could be heard, again and again.<\/p>\n Moving silently towards the back of the barn he turned towards the last stall which was empty of livestock but where his youngest son could be seen. With his back to his father, Joe\u2019s left hand hung loosely above his holster as he drew out his gun repeatedly with a natural ease.<\/p>\n As Joe continued to play in a child like daydream, seemingly unaware of all around him, Ben felt a combined sense of relief at finding his son and anger at what he was up to. \u201cJoseph! What do you think you are doing? Give me the gun,\u201d he demanded as he reached out his hand and took a step forward.<\/p>\n Startled and surprised beyond measure out of his childlike reverie, Joe turned in a flash, the Colt.45 held steadily in his hand and pointed directly at his father. His eyes flashed with shock and alarm, and without realising what he was doing, his finger instinctively squeezed the trigger.<\/p>\n Suddenly there was a deafening blast and Ben staggered back with the force of the bullet that hit him in the chest. A look of bewilderment filled his eyes and he uttered a soft moan before slowly crumpling to the floor.<\/p>\n Standing petrified for a moment with the gun still held limply in his hand, Joe gazed at his father as a dark red stain slowly covered Ben\u2019s shirt.<\/p>\n There was a loud whinny of nervous horses and the sound of running feet and the barn door was suddenly thrust open and two ranch hands, Dave and Hank, ran in, alerted by the sound of gunfire.<\/p>\n \u201cGood God! Joe\u2019s killed his Pa!\u201d one of them yelled as they came to a halt and looked down at the motionless figure.<\/p>\n Joe stood in stark terror, staring open mouthed and wide eyed with fear.<\/p>\n Hoss appeared, taking in the scene immediately and racing towards his father\u2019s body as he gave his brother a quick glance.<\/p>\n \u201cJoe! What have you done?\u201d Searching frantically for a heartbeat Hoss held onto Ben\u2019s wrist then tore open his sodden shirt to where the gaping bullet wound spouted out blood in a rhythmic fashion.<\/p>\n Dave could see Ben was still alive, and with great presence of mind immediately ran for his horse that was stood with others by the hitching rail. \u201cI\u2019ll go and get the Doc!\u201d he yelled before disappearing behind the barn.<\/p>\n Feeling a wave of nausea threatening to engulf him Hoss swallowed hard and looked up towards Hank. \u201cHelp me take Pa to the house.\u201d He gently placed his arms under his father\u2019s shoulders while Hank took hold of Ben\u2019s feet and carefully they carried the limp figure across to the house and into the downstairs guest bedroom.<\/p>\n Laying him down gently on the bed, Hoss removed his father\u2019s shirt and grabbed a clean towel from the top of the dressing table. \u201cHank. Get Hop Sing to bring in some more wet towels.\u201d<\/p>\n Hank nodded and disappeared towards the kitchen.<\/p>\n Pouring water into a bowl Hoss soaked the towel then gently pressed it into the gaping gunshot wound, temporarily stemming the flow of blood. Not daring to move his hand Hoss waited, keeping up the pressure until Hop Sing ran in with replacement clean towels already soaked in water and changed them over.<\/p>\n With his father\u2019s shallow breathing echoing in his ears, Hoss\u2019 eyes remained glued to his face for what seemed hours, but in reality was barely 15 minutes.<\/p>\n Luckily for all concerned Doctor Paul Martin was already on his way to the Ponderosa that day to visit Joe, and met Dave only a few miles from the house. After being informed of Ben\u2019s condition, the two men raced quickly back to the ranch. The doctor rushed into the bedroom. He threw his hat on the chair in the corner and put down his bag then immediately checked Ben\u2019s pulse.<\/p>\n \u201cHe\u2019s going to be all right, aint he Doc?\u201d<\/p>\n Paul rolled up his sleeves. \u201cI won\u2019t lie to you Hoss. Ben\u2019s heart rate is erratic, and by the look of it he\u2019s lost a great deal of blood. The sooner this bullet is out the better.\u201d He opened up his bag and sett out his instruments on the bedside table, ready to operate on his oldest friend.<\/p>\n \u201cYou up to assisting me?\u201d he asked, noting Hoss\u2019 pale face as he washed his hands in a bowl of fresh hot water brought in by the ever efficient Hop Sing.<\/p>\n Viewing his father\u2019s motionless body, save for the short rise and fall of his chest every few seconds, Hoss gave a quick nod. \u201cOf course Paul. What do you want me to do?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cCould you wipe away all this blood with some of this antiseptic so I can see what I\u2019m doing?\u201d he asked, handing over a small bottle of iodine from his bag.<\/p>\n Hoss poured some of the contents around the gaping hole then gently wiped it away with a clean cloth.<\/p>\n Wincing at the sight yet unable to tear his eyes away Hoss then watched as Paul expertly began to probe for the bullet deep within the cavity of Ben\u2019s chest with a small sharp instrument.<\/p>\n For minutes that dragged like hours Paul dug deep and with precision, his assistant continually wiping and cleaning the surrounding skin with shaking hands. Finally, with a groan of achievement, Paul lifted out the bullet and flung it onto a dish by his side.<\/p>\n He gave a long exhale. \u201cGot it!\u201d he cried triumphantly. \u201cThat\u2019s the hard part over!\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cIs he going to be okay then?\u201d asked Hoss anxiously.<\/p>\n \u201cHe\u2019s still critical but knowing your father\u2019s constitution and determination, Ben\u2019s not going to let a small thing like a gun shot wound stop him,\u201d Paul answered reassuringly. \u201cWe shall have to keep a close check on him for a while though, in case there is any sign of fever or infection.\u201d<\/p>\n Hoss slumped down into a chair and put his face in his hands. As his huge shoulders visibly shook Paul gave him a sympathetic gaze. He knew the love and devotion that each of the Cartwright boys had for their father, and was not surprised by the reaction of the big man to the news.<\/p>\n \u201cWho shot him Hoss?\u201d Paul asked as he began to stitch up the hole before bandaging Ben\u2019s chest.<\/p>\n There was a moment of pained silence as if Hoss had forgotten. He looked up and shook his head, wiping his eyes with his hands. \u201cJoe,\u201d he answered quietly.<\/p>\n Paul gave a look of deep surprise. \u201cJoe shot Ben? Why? How?\u201d<\/p>\n Hoss wrung his hands together nervously. \u201cHe disappeared this morning before we got up. We went looking for him and the next thing I know there is the sound of a gunshot from the barn and Pa is on the floor with Joe standing over him with his gun in his hand.\u201d<\/p>\n Paul raised an eyebrow and shook his head as Hoss shifted uncomfortably on his chair. \u201cMaybe Dr Manion was right after all. Joe should be placed in an institution where he can be kept under constant supervision and can\u2019t hurt anybody. He\u2019s obviously unstable.\u201d<\/p>\n Paul Martin stared over with disbelief. \u201cYou can\u2019t mean that Hoss! Joe would never do anything to harm Ben deliberately, we all know that! This must have just been a tragic accident and hardly proof positive of an unbalanced mind.\u201d<\/p>\n Wishing it were all a bad dream Hoss visibly shook with remorse. \u201cI\u2019m sorry Paul. I don\u2019t know why I said what I did,\u201d he admitted, his blue eyes moistening as he looked down at the floor. \u201cWhat\u2019s happened just frightened the life out of me. Of course Joe would never mean to hurt Pa. I just never thought we\u2019d have to keep such a close watch on him.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI know it\u2019s been difficult,\u201d replied Paul sympathetically, well aware of the closeness between the two brothers as he finished off bandaging Ben\u2019s chest. \u201cWhere is Joe by the way?\u201d<\/p>\n Hoss\u2019 head jerked up. \u201cI forgot all about him!\u201d He stood up quickly and looked nervously at the unconscious figure on the bed.<\/p>\n \u201cIt\u2019s all right Hoss,\u201d said the doctor, knowing the big man was torn between staying at his father\u2019s side and searching for his brother. \u201cYou go and find Joe. I\u2019ll stay here with Ben, for as long as he needs me.\u201d<\/p>\n Throwing the doctor a thankful look Hoss left the room and made his way out of the house. His attention was immediately drawn towards Hank and Dave who were standing by the corral deep in conversation.<\/p>\n As he wiped his sweated hands on his shirt he noticed for the first time it was covered with the dried blood of his father. The sight momentarily churned his stomach and he gulped in a large mouthful of fresh air.<\/p>\n \u201cHow\u2019s Mr Cartwright?\u201d Hank asked with genuine concern as Hoss joined the two men.<\/p>\n \u201cDoc has got the bullet out and Pa\u2019s still pretty weak, but he stands a good chance of recovering. We were lucky Paul arrived here so quickly.\u201d<\/p>\n Nodding in agreement the two ranch hands were just about to move off when Hoss tapped Hank on the arm. \u201cYou haven\u2019t seen Joe anywhere have you?\u201d<\/p>\n Hank scratched his balding head and furrowed his brow. \u201cNope. Not since we carried your Pa from the barn.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019m sure I saw him riding off in the distance when I was bringing the Doc back here,\u201d Dave chipped in.<\/p>\n Hoss looked anxiously at him. \u201cWhat direction was he going?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cHe was heading towards the lake,\u201d Dave replied, noting the worried expression on his face. \u201cYou want me to go look for him?\u201d<\/p>\n Hoss\u2019 eyes narrowed and he shook his head. \u201cThanks Dave, but I think I\u2019d better go and try to find my little brother,\u201d he replied. \u201cAfter what he\u2019s done, heaven knows what will be going through that head of his right now.\u201d<\/p>\n ***<\/p>\n Joe could feel his cheeks wet with tears. The shock of what he had done and just witnessed made his whole body shake violently. It seemed he was in a living nightmare, alone, confused and totally ignored in the doorway of the barn as he watched the body of his father disappear into the house.<\/p>\n He felt a sudden stab of pain between his eyes. He groaned, his gun falling to the floor as he dropped to his knees and put his face in his hands. A past vision, buried deep within the folds of his brain, suddenly flashed in his minds eye.<\/p>\n It had been nearly twenty years before when he had seen his mother lying dead in front of him in the yard, his child\u2019s eyes watching her broken body being gently lifted by his father and taken into the house. And as his head pounded, that painful memory came back to him once again as the words of the ranch hand rang in his ears. He\u2019s killed his Pa!<\/p>\n Tears continued to stream down Joe\u2019s face as he tried to focus, closing his eyes tight and then blinking several times as he wondered what he should do. Thinking and acting as a child would, and without thought for safety or reason he staggered like a drunk towards the line of horses tied to the hitching rail and climbed on the first he came to.<\/p>\n He kicked the horse on to a gallop, not caring where he was heading. His lack of clear thinking reasoned he should just run far away, for he had done something very wrong, very bad. Not only had he played with his gun, even though he had been forbidden to do so, he had now shot his Pa and killed him!<\/p>\n Joe\u2019s head continued to pound until suddenly a vast expanse of rippling water with the morning sun reflecting on its shimmering surface appeared. Lake Tahoe seemed to beckon to Joe in his confused, befuddled state of mind and he aimed his horse in its direction.<\/p>\n With his vision still blurred by the tears that filled his eyes, the pain in Joe\u2019s head became unbearable, and as he lost concentration the inevitable happened. Nearing the lake he failed to notice a 20ft drop but his horse could sense the danger and stopped in its tracks, pitching an unprepared Joe headlong down the shingle and shale of the sharp incline.<\/p>\n He toppled downwards, head over heels until his fall was eventually halted by a large boulder that stood in solitude on the shore line. Joe\u2019s forehead struck it hard on a sharp edge and with a loud cry of pain he collapsed in a heap and laid still.<\/p>\n Many minutes passed in blissful unconsciousness until he finally stirred, his head bleeding and now badly concussed.<\/p>\n Pulling himself up Joe rested his back on the boulder, his vision seriously impaired as his head continued to pound relentlessly. He tried to stand up but dizziness overcame him and he sank back down again with a loud moan. Wiping away the blood that flowed down his face he could feel a deep swell of nausea building up from within the pit of his stomach and he began to retch uncontrollably.<\/p>\n Weakened and now feeling drowsy from the violent blow to his head, he looked around him at the huge expanse of water that stretched out towards the horizon. Adam was across a big stretch of water, his father had said, and here it was! In his continuing, concussed state, the shooting of his father was now erased from his memory, and his only desire and purpose was to try and find his elder brother.<\/p>\n Without thought for what he was doing Joe pulled himself up then staggered unsteadily in zigzag fashion towards the bitterly cold waters of the lake. Although his legs nearly buckled under him he forced himself on, wading in, deeper and deeper until the water quickly climbed up to his chest and he could feel himself being pulled down by the weight of his sodden clothes. But despite the freezing temperature a deep desire to find his brother drove him on. He tried to keep afloat, floundering and struggling in the dark and murky waters and all the while inwardly telling himself Adam was waiting for him on the other side and he had to get across.<\/p>\n The water lapped over his head and he fought hard to take breaths of air, but instead found himself swallowing mouthfuls of water. Joe weakened with every stroke until finally exhausted and disorientated he knew he was unable to carry on.<\/p>\n Way in the distance he thought a voice yelled his name. It must be Adam, Joe\u2019s confused and concussed brain reasoned, but he had no energy or will power to keep going anymore. Quickly and quietly the pull of the current dragged him down to the depths, and Joseph Cartwright sank into peaceful dark oblivion.<\/p>\n ***<\/p>\n Three days later in the early evening Joe awoke in his own bed. His blurry eyes flickered for a few moments as they adjusted to the lamp light and then he noticed a figure sat in a chair by his side.<\/p>\n \u201cPa?\u201d he whispered hoarsely, stretching out his arm. A large, rough hand gently squeezed his fingers.<\/p>\n \u201cIt\u2019s me,\u201d said Hoss softly as Joe\u2019s hazy vision slowly cleared and his brother\u2019s face came into view. \u201cGood to have you back with us.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cBack?\u201d Joe winced momentarily with the pain of a throbbing headache. He tried to sit up but felt himself being pushed down.<\/p>\n \u201cJust you lay quiet,\u201d Hoss ordered in a shaky voice as he felt his brother\u2019s forehead.<\/p>\n Joe looked at his brother in bewilderment. \u201cI don\u2019t remember . . . what happened to me?\u201d he began, and then could feel himself wanting to throw up.<\/p>\n Hoss sensed what was about to happen and hurriedly grabbed a bowl from the dresser and placed it under his brother\u2019s chin. Joe emptied his near empty stomach then lay back exhausted.<\/p>\n Hoss removed the bowl and placed it out in the hall. \u201cFeel better?\u201d he asked with concern as Joe\u2019s pale face began to gain a little colour.<\/p>\n \u201cSome,\u201d replied Joe in a quiet voice.<\/p>\n \u201cThat thick old head of yours needs to be rested. You\u2019ve hit it hard and been suffering from a bad case of concussion for the past three days.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThree days?\u201d<\/p>\n His brother nodded. \u201cLongest three days of my life, and that\u2019s a fact! But you just rest a while and we\u2019ll talk about it later.\u201d<\/p>\n With a weary smile Hoss moved off towards the door. \u201cI\u2019ll be back up in a few minutes,\u201d he added, taking a deep breath before disappearing quickly down the hall with the unpleasant smelling basin held at arms length.<\/p>\n As his eyes grew heavy again Joe sank down onto his pillow and tentatively felt the large bump that was evident on his forehead. \u201cNo wonder my head hurts,\u201d he murmured, drifting back into blissful sleep as a faint grimace flickered across his face.<\/p>\n ***<\/p>\n The next morning Joe woke up as the warm summer sun streamed through the window into his room. His head still throbbed and he opened his eyes tentatively. \u201cHello Ma,\u201d he mouthed silently as he blew a kiss towards his mother\u2019s photograph that stood in a silver frame on his bedside table, just as he\u2019d done every morning for as long as he could remember.<\/p>\n The heavy footsteps of his brother could be heard on the stairs and Hoss entered holding a cup of coffee in his hand.<\/p>\n Joe could see he looked drawn and tired and fit to drop and wondered if his brother had been dozing in the chair by his bedside during the night. \u201cHey yourself little brother,\u201d greeted Hoss affectionately and with some relief as he placed the mug on the dresser then stood over the bed and looked down. \u201cHow do you feel?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cMy head feels like its being struck with a pick axe and from the taste in my mouth it seems like I\u2019ve swallowed the contents of a horse trough!\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWell you aren\u2019t far off the truth there,\u201d replied Hoss as he poured out a small glass of water and offered it over.<\/p>\n Joe took a few sips and gave a quizzical look. \u201cWhat do you mean?\u201d<\/p>\n Hoss placed the glass on the bedside table then walked over to the window. He opened it half way and allowed a warm blast of fresh air to shoot through the room. \u201cDon\u2019t you remember being in the lake? By the time I dragged you out you were all but dead!\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYou mean I nearly drowned?\u201d<\/p>\n Hoss returned to his brother\u2019s side and nodded emphatically. \u201cNear as any man could. If I hadn\u2019t seen your horse stood on top of the incline I would have never noticed you out there, just as you sunk down. By the time I had managed to find and drag you back to shore I thought I was too late. You certainly scared me to death! I had to work on you for what seemed a life time until you showed signs of returning to the land of the living!\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cSo you saved my life?\u201d<\/p>\n Placing his hand tenderly on Joe\u2019s shoulder Hoss gave him a loving smile. \u201cThat\u2019s what I\u2019m here for little brother; taking care of you!\u201d<\/p>\n With a chuckle Joe returned the look and his eyes twinkled mischievously. \u201cAlways like to keep you on your toes!\u201d he said. Then his expression turned serious. \u201cThanks Hoss.\u201d<\/p>\n A confused glint came into the big man\u2019s eye; he thought he had just seen and heard the Joe of old and was about to comment, but Joe didn\u2019t allow him time to speak.<\/p>\n \u201cWhy on earth would I be in Lake Tahoe?\u201d he mused in a bewildered tone as his gaze travelled out of the window and to the blue sky that stretched from horizon to horizon.<\/p>\n \u201cDon\u2019t you remember anything about that morning three days ago?\u201d<\/p>\n Joe looked back at Hoss and shook his head. \u201cNot a thing,\u201d he answered with a sigh. \u201cYou\u2019d think I would be able to recall nearly drowning!\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cDoc said your concussion would probably affect your memory once you woke up,\u201d Hoss offered over by way of explanation.<\/p>\n Joe placed his palm over his forehead and gave it a gently rub. \u201cHeadache seems to be easing thankfully. Feel hungry as well.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThat\u2019s a good sign then,\u201d said Hoss as he picked up his cup of coffee and glanced back at Joe who continued to stare as if mesmerised by the weather conditions outside.<\/p>\n \u201cIt\u2019s unusually warm for February,\u201d Joe remarked in a puzzled tone as Hoss sipped at his drink. \u201cIt would be a good day to finish off clearing those boulders for old Enos if I hadn\u2019t been laid up like this.\u201d<\/p>\n Hoss\u2019 hands began to shake as the implication of what his brother had said sunk in. The cup slipped from his fingers onto the floor with a loud crash.<\/p>\n Joe looked down at the broken china and the hot liquid seeping into the wooden boards and gave a chuckle. \u201cButterfingers!\u201d he cried playfully, but then frowned as he saw the look on his brother\u2019s face. \u201cWhat\u2019s the matter?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYou just said it\u2019s unusually warm for February . . . and you mentioned Enos!\u201d \u201cIt ain\u2019t February Joe, its June, nearly July! And you remember Cora and Enos.\u201d<\/p>\n Joe gave his brother a long stare and shook his head, confused by his brother\u2019s questions. \u201cDon\u2019t be stupid Hoss. I know I\u2019ve been unconscious for three days, but it was definitely February the last time I looked and I\u2019ve known the Milfords nearly all my life. I\u2019m not likely to forget them that quick!\u201d<\/p>\n Hardly daring to hope for the miracle he\u2019d prayed for over the past months, Hoss gulped nervously. \u201cWhat is the last thing you remember before you woke up last night?\u201d he asked, his eyes never leaving his little brother\u2019s face.<\/p>\n Joe pursed his lips and thought deeply as he felt and heard his empty stomach rumbling for nourishment. \u201cWell, I was leading that old \u2018ornery mule and all I could think about was Cora\u2019s apple pie. I was trying to figure out how to get a second helping at supper before you managed to eat it all!\u201d<\/p>\n Suddenly feeling weak in the legs Hoss dropped down into the chair and put his head in his hands.<\/p>\n Joe could see he was clearly distressed. \u201cHoss? What\u2019s the matter?\u201d he asked with brotherly concern. \u201cIf you feel that badly I would have let you have the whole pie . . . honest!\u201d he added, trying to make light of the situation.<\/p>\n Raising his head, Hoss pulled his chair over to the bed. He took hold of his brother\u2019s arm and held onto it tightly. \u201cLittle brother you\u2019re back! I\u2019ve missed you Joe, more than you\u2019ll ever know.\u201d<\/p>\n Slightly confused by his brother\u2019s behaviour Joe gave him a wary look of bewilderment, but inwardly appreciated the loving look his brother was throwing his way. \u201cWell if you feel this way after three days, heaven knows how you\u2019d be if I\u2019d been missing for months,\u201d he replied with a grin.<\/p>\n \u201cBelieve me Joe; you\u2019ve been gone for more than three days. This is going to be hard for you to take in, but there\u2019s a lot you need to know.\u201d<\/p>\n Joe stared at his brother, feeling pensive, and he grimaced slightly as if in pain. \u201cOkay brother\u2026fire away.\u201d Then suddenly something occurred to him and he shot his brother a questioning look. \u201cBy the way, where\u2019s Pa?\u201d<\/p>\n Hoss looked at him sharply and tried to keep smiling but failed as his blue eyes misted over with unease and his stomach lurched queasily. \u201cPa?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYes Pa! You know . . . our father . . . the man who is always at my bedside when I\u2019m laid up! I only have to stub my toe and he\u2019s fussing around like a mother hen, but you say I\u2019ve been unconscious for three days, and I haven\u2019t seen hide or hair of him since I woke up!\u201d<\/p>\n Hoss felt his face warming up under Joe\u2019s close scrutiny. \u201cOh\u2026he\u2019s just downstairs at the moment.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cDownstairs?\u201d Joe noted the flushed cheeks and a familiar look on his brother\u2019s face that he knew well from over the years. Poor old honest Hoss just could not fool anyone when it came to hiding the truth. Least of all from his own kin!<\/p>\n With his rumbling stomach now forgotten Joe could feel a deep sense of foreboding. \u201cHoss, I can tell by the look on your face you\u2019re keeping something from me. What\u2019s going on?\u201d<\/p>\n Hoss drew a deep breath. He had never lied to his family; it went against the grain, and he was not about to start now. \u201cOkay Joe. But promise me you\u2019ll just sit quiet until I\u2019ve finished. I have a feeling you\u2019re not going to believe or like what I\u2019m about to tell you!\u201d<\/p>\n ***<\/p>\n With his story all but told Hoss leaned back in his chair and looked at his little brother.<\/p>\n Joe was staring at him, his green eyes flashing with disbelief. \u201cAll this has happened over the last five months, and yet I don\u2019t remember a single thing that you\u2019ve just told me!\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cIt was a real bad accident Joe. Your head took a heavy blow after that nitro explosion and you just weren\u2019t the same anymore. You were different; behaving just like a little kid again.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cSo how come I\u2019ve forgotten that now, but remember everything else?\u201d Joe cried in exasperation.<\/p>\n \u201cIt looks like when you hit your head again the other day, it must have somehow jolted your brain back to how it used to be! Pa said only a miracle would bring you back to us and he was right!\u201d<\/p>\n Joe raised a quizzical eyebrow. \u201cMay seem like a miracle but it looks like I\u2019ve been using up a few of my \u2018nine\u2019 lives over the past few months,\u201d he laughed without humour. \u201cBroken leg, ribs, damaged lungs! And you still haven\u2019t told me why I was in the lake and practically drowned!\u201d<\/p>\n Hoss exhaled deeply as a knowing expression appeared on his face. \u201cMy guess is you were running away.\u201d<\/p>\n Joe frowned, looking perplexed. \u201cRunning away? What from? Why?\u201d<\/p>\n Hesitating for a moment the big man asked himself how best to answer, but in his heart knew there was no easy way. He gave a sigh. \u201cI\u2019m sorry to have to tell you this little brother,\u201d he stated finally, taking a deep breath. \u201cYou shot Pa.\u201d<\/p>\n Joe stared at him in disbelief. \u201cHoss, if that\u2019s supposed to be a joke I don\u2019t find it funny!\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cIt isn\u2019t a joke Joe. Pa found you playing with your gun in the barn, and for some reason you shot him. It was an accident. You wouldn\u2019t have meant to do it!\u201d he emphasised as he studied his brother\u2019s face intently.<\/p>\n Hoss could only guess what was passing through Joe\u2019s mind as he put out a comforting hand to lie on his brother\u2019s shoulder.<\/p>\n \u201cWhy can\u2019t I remember? Is he\u2026?\u201d Joe\u2019s voice fell to a whisper as his eyes filled with tears.<\/p>\n Clasping his brother\u2019s arm tenderly Hoss gave him a shake. \u201cIt\u2019s okay Joe. Pa is going to be fine. Doc Martin got the bullet out and though he had a slight fever it spiked last night and there\u2019s no sign of infection and he\u2019s been sleeping sound ever since.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI need to see him,\u201d Joe said suddenly, sitting up and pushing back his blanket.<\/p>\n \u201cYou just rest easy Joe,\u201d Hoss ordered. \u201cPa has Hop Sing sitting with him while I\u2019m with you.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI want to see Pa,\u201d Joe demanded again, more abruptly. He swung his legs around to the floor, his nightshirt hanging loose on his weakened frame as he stood up but fell back in a daze as his head began to spin. \u201cHelp me Hoss,\u201d he pleaded as he gripped the side of the bed tightly.<\/p>\n Hoss\u2019 heart broke at the sight. \u201cYou\u2019re still weak Joe. You should keep resting. Why don\u2019t you wait a few hours then –\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cNo!\u201d Joe interrupted with a trace of anger in his voice. \u201cI have to see him now. If you won\u2019t help me I\u2019ll crawl on all fours if needs be!\u201d<\/p>\n Keenly aware of his stubborn streak and resolve Hoss nodded and rose stiffly to his feet. \u201cOkay Joe, you just lean on me,\u201d he said as he gently put his arm around his brother\u2019s back. Lifting him up to a standing position and taking most of his weight they slowly made their way down the stairs and into the guest bedroom.<\/p>\n Hoss pulled a chair towards the side of the bed as Joe paused for a moment, out of breath and holding tightly onto the door frame.<\/p>\n Ben\u2019s heavily bandaged chest and pale pallor brought a tremor of anxiety to run through him as he made his way to the chair. \u201cHow badly hurt is he Hoss? Why is he still unconscious?\u201d<\/p>\n Hoss squeezed the back of his brother\u2019s neck tenderly. \u201cDon\u2019t worry Joe. I gave Pa a dose of laudanum early on this morning and that\u2019s keeping him sleeping for a while. He\u2019s going to be fine, I promise!\u201d<\/p>\n Joe frowned. \u201cHow can you be so sure? If he were to . . . die . . . I don\u2019t know what I\u2019d do.\u201d<\/p>\n Halting again in mid sentence, Joe\u2019s voice noticeably dropped as he wiped his watered eyes then gazed once more at the motionless figure on the bed.<\/p>\n \u201cJust you listen here Joe. That accident left you behaving like a little kid. No one is blaming you! It wasn\u2019t your fault!\u201d<\/p>\n Both brothers fell silent for a moment then Joe looked his brother straight in the eyes. \u201cWould you be so forgiving if Pa had died?\u201d<\/p>\n Hoss detected the tone of despondency and could see Joe was visibly shaking. The sight tore at his heartstrings and acting on impulse for the sake of his brother\u2019s peace of mind he put his hand behind his back and crossed his fingers.<\/p>\n \u201cEven if Pa had died, I\u2019d have never blamed you for an instant,\u201d he replied, staring directly at his brother. \u201cAnyway, it ain\u2019t gonna happen, so let\u2019s not dwell on it.\u201d<\/p>\n Joe offered a weak smile of gratitude and the silence that followed between them spoke volumes of their brotherly bond. He returned to gaze back at their father and gently took hold of one of his hands and intertwined their fingers together.<\/p>\n Taking in the tender scene Hoss sniffed and pulled out a handkerchief then blew his nose. \u201cAre you feeling up to staying here with Pa for a while?\u201d he asked finally, throwing his brother a concerned look.<\/p>\n Joe smiled reassuringly and nodded.<\/p>\n \u201cOkay. I\u2019ll go finish my chores and then bring you in some breakfast. Sure is great to have you back little brother,\u201d Hoss added as he disappeared through the door.<\/p>\n Joe laid his head gently on his father\u2019s shoulder. \u201cI\u2019m so sorry Pa,\u201d he whispered, closing his eyes and listening to the reassuring beat of his father\u2019s heart echoing in his ear. \u201cWake up soon. I need you.\u201d<\/p>\n ***<\/p>\n It had been two days since Joe had found out about his father and struggled downstairs. However even though he was much improved Ben still had not woken up.<\/p>\n His youngest son was noticeably more irritable and nervous by the hour as he continued to sit and sleep by his father\u2019s side. Unwilling to leave him for any length of time, Joe realised what his father must have gone through at his bedside all those months ago.<\/p>\n The clock by the front door chimed eight and Joe walked towards the bedroom window and pulled back the curtains. He looked out into the yard as the twenty or so ranch hands mounted up and then made their way towards the herd of cattle waiting to be delivered to the railhead.<\/p>\n Hoss waved them off and shouted out his thanks, a beaming smile on his face. But as the men disappeared behind the barn his expression changed to one of unease as he slowly turned and made his way back inside, deep in thought.<\/p>\n Joe was aware his brother was supposed to be overseeing the important cattle drive, and a surge of guilt washed over him. It was his fault all the well made plans had been changed.<\/p>\n The bedroom door opened slowly and Hoss entered, standing still and gazing over at his father. \u201cAny change?\u201d<\/p>\n Joe shook his head. \u201cNope, none at all,\u201d he answered wearily. Giving his father a quick glance he then followed his brother out and sat down at the dining table. \u201cSeems strange, letting the men go on the drive without a Cartwright at the helm.\u201d<\/p>\n Hoss poured out a cup of coffee. \u201cI\u2019m sure Hank will make a good trail boss,\u201d he observed, trying to convince himself as much as his brother. \u201cHe\u2019s worked on them with us for more years than I can remember.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cSure has,\u201d Joe agreed, giving his brother a fleeting look as he eased back in the chair and emitted a deep sigh. He stared moodily towards the bedroom door and chewed at his under lip. \u201cYou could have gone with them,\u201d he stated finally, meeting his brother\u2019s gaze full on. \u201cDon\u2019t you feel you can trust me to look after Pa?\u201d<\/p>\n The remark caused a hurt look to appear on Hoss\u2019 face and Joe lowered his eyes, regretting instantly the pain he had caused.<\/p>\n Knowing full well Joe\u2019s question was brought on by worry and fatigue Hoss ignored the taunt and just rubbed the stubble on his chin.<\/p>\n \u201cTrust don\u2019t come into it little brother,\u201d he stated calmly. \u201cI\u2019m just as concerned about Pa as you are and don\u2019t want to leave him right now. Besides, you\u2019re not well enough to be left on your own. I\u2019ve heard you throwing up in the out house and holding your head \u2018cause it\u2019s still aching. Doc Martin said it could be a while before you were fully fit again. Why don\u2019t you go and have a lie down upstairs? It\u2019s obvious you need more sleep.\u201d<\/p>\n Joe screwed up his face and massaged his throbbing forehead. \u201cThanks, but no thanks. From what you told me I\u2019ve done my fair share of sleeping this year. Until Pa wakes up I\u2019m not leaving him alone.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cBut you\u2019re going to make yourself ill,\u201d Hoss countered. \u201cYou\u2019ve hardly eaten anything over the past few days. You need to look after yourself.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cLeave it Hoss!\u201d Joe said coldly as his voice rose and he turned on his brother. \u201cJust quit the lecture. I don\u2019t feel as though I deserve any favours or concern from you. In case it\u2019s slipped your mind, I\u2019m the one who shot our father and he\u2019s still lying in there unconscious!\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI haven\u2019t forgotten Joe,\u201d replied Hoss quietly, eyeing his volatile tempered brother with the patience of a saint. \u201cBut I have forgiven. So quit feeling so guilty and sorry for yourself.\u201d<\/p>\n With his fists clenched tight Joe looked at his brother incredulously. \u201cGuilty? I deserve to feel guilty after what I\u2019ve done! How can you be so damned reasonable about it all?\u201d he raved angrily as his voice rose again.<\/p>\n \u201cJoseph. Stop yelling at your brother.\u201d<\/p>\n The slightly wavering but still unmistakable voice of their father drifted in through the bedroom door. Both men froze for a moment, not quite believing what they heard. As realisation dawned, relief flowed through them and they turned in unison, rushing to Ben\u2019s side in an instant.<\/p>\n Ben Cartwright stared at his sons with a smile on his face as Hoss stood on one side of the bed and Joe knelt down at the other.<\/p>\n \u201cYou\u2019re awake at last!\u201d cried Hoss happily.<\/p>\n \u201cConsidering the racket your brother was making it\u2019s hardly surprising,\u201d Ben answered with a smile as he turned to gaze at the kneeling figure by his left hand.<\/p>\n \u201cHow do you feel Pa?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWeak\u2026.but otherwise surprisingly fine, Joe,\u201d answered Ben as he continued to stare down at his youngest son. \u201cHow about you?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019ve just come through hell and back,\u201d Joe replied in a shaky voice. \u201cI\u2019m so sorry Pa. I can\u2019t have known what I was doing. I\u2019d never do –\u201d<\/p>\n Ben shushed his son. \u201cI know Joe. It was just as much my fault. I shouldn\u2019t have snuck up on you like I did. I give you my solemn word I\u2019ll let you play with your gun, only we\u2019ll take out all the bullets next time.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cPa!\u201d<\/p>\n Ben turned to look at Hoss who was beaming at him.<\/p>\n \u201cThings have changed around here over the past few days! Joe isn\u2019t that Joe anymore. Joe is the old Joe!\u201d he laughed.<\/p>\n As Ben\u2019s confusion showed clearly on his face he turned his head and looked more closely at his youngest son. He could now see clearly the green eyes that flashed with life, vitality and mischief.<\/p>\n Joe grinned and nodded happily. \u201cYep. You got the old Joe back Pa. Like it or lump it!\u201d<\/p>\n **<\/p>\n Epilogue<\/p>\n Nearly three weeks later Ben Cartwright made his way to his desk in the early afternoon, his chest still bandaged, but well on the road to recovery.<\/p>\n He\u2019d convinced his sons that he could be safely left alone while they greeted the returning drovers who had successfully driven the herd without incident or problem to the rail head.<\/p>\n The men had made a tidy profit for the Cartwrights in the process. Ben thought it appropriate Hoss and Joe should hand over the well deserved bonuses to each man with words of thanks and free beer at the Silver Dollar saloon. The latter suggestion brought a wide grin of agreement onto the face of his youngest.<\/p>\n As he settled down and opened the top drawer, Ben\u2019s fingers connected with an envelope. He lifted it out with a slight frown of puzzlement. It was his last letter to Adam, forgotten since the drama enfolded that fateful morning. As Ben re-read the correspondence through he swallowed hard, fighting to keep his emotions in check as he painfully relived each word that had described Joe\u2019s condition to his eldest.<\/p>\n Thank heavens Adam was spared this, Ben thought to himself as he carefully tore the letter in half and dropped it into the waste bin by his side. Taking out a fresh sheet of paper he dipped his pen into the china inkwell, but wrote nothing down for a minute as his thoughts turned to Joe.<\/p>\n Since knowing his father was going to be okay Joe\u2019s appetite had returned, the headaches disappeared and the playful glint in his eye was never far away. To have his son returned as he had been was truly a miracle, Ben mused as he recalled something Joe had said.<\/p>\n \u2018I\u2019ve been to hell and back!\u2019<\/p>\n Ben nodded to himself in the silence of the ranch house. It was a fair description of how he felt as he smiled at the photograph of Marie that stood on his desk. He then put pen to paper and began to write. The Ponderosa<\/em> Dear Adam,<\/em><\/p>\n I have news about your brother Joe. Good news!<\/em> <\/p>\n
\nFebruary 1866<\/em><\/p>\n
\nNevada<\/em><\/p>\n
\nYour ever loving father<\/em><\/p>\n
\n***<\/p>\n
\nApril 1866<\/em><\/p>\n
\nNevada<\/em><\/p>\n
\nAlthough we are still awaiting a letter from you will all your news, I have decided to write again and continue to give you a progress report without sparing any details of Joe\u2019s condition, as I know you will be worried by the contents of my last correspondence.<\/em><\/p>\n
\nYour ever loving father<\/em><\/p>\n
\n***<\/p>\n
\nJune 1866<\/em><\/p>\n
\nNevada<\/em><\/p>\n
\nTake care son, we love you<\/em>
\nYour ever loving father,<\/em><\/p>\n
\n***<\/p>\n
\n\u201cHey Hoss,\u201d he said fondly, a faint smile tugging at his lips.<\/p>\n
\n\u201cSo? What\u2019s wrong with that?\u201d<\/p>\n
\nJuly 1866<\/em><\/p>\n
\nNevada<\/em><\/p>\n
\nThe End<\/p>\n