{"id":11748,"date":"2008-06-14T01:51:59","date_gmt":"2008-06-14T05:51:59","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/bonanzabrand.info\/library\/?p=11748"},"modified":"2025-02-27T12:12:27","modified_gmt":"2025-02-27T17:12:27","slug":"the-gallant-cowboy-by-harper","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/bonanzabrand.info\/library\/?p=11748","title":{"rendered":"The Gallant Cowboy (By Harper)"},"content":{"rendered":"

Summary<\/strong>: The author of a dreadful dime novel visits Virginia City in pursuit of the book’s\u00a0harshest critic–Adam Cartwright.<\/p>\n

Rated K + ( 2,888 words)<\/p>\n

This story was first published in Bonanza\u00ae Gold Volume VII Issue 4, Oct\/Nov\/Dec 2009.\u00a9 2009 Bonanza Gold-TM\/Bonanza Convention, Inc. and Bonanza Ventures.<\/em><\/p>\n

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\u201cAdam!\u201d Hoss stomped into the Bucket of Blood, slamming the batwing doors back against the wall. \u201cThere\u2019s a telegram for ya! Badger Wilding says it sounds urgent, but it\u2019s been sittin\u2019 in the office for over a week! He says he ain\u2019t had a chance to send it out to the ranch.\u201d<\/p>\n

Adam set his beer on the bar and turned. Hoss slapped the much-wrinkled paper into his brother\u2019s hand. Adam quirked a brow and deliberately unfolded the paper and read silently for a moment.<\/p>\n

\u201cAdam?\u201d Hoss asked. \u201cWhat is it?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIt seems that someone is coming to Virginia City.\u201d<\/p>\n

Hoss held up a finger to the barkeep. \u201cCan I get a beer, Sam? Who\u2019s comin\u2019? Friend of yours?\u201d<\/p>\n

Adam crumpled the telegram in his fist. \u201cNo. As a matter of fact, I\u2019ve never met the gentleman.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWho is it?\u201d asked Hoss, sipping his beer with a sigh of pleasure.<\/p>\n

\u201cWilberforce B. Henley, Esquire.\u201d Adam said, tossing the crumpled telegram into the brass spittoon at the end of the bar. \u201cHe\u2019s a writer.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIs that all?\u201d Hoss said, taking off his hat and wiping his forehead with his bandana. \u201cThe way Badger talked, that telegram had to be delivered quick, somethin\u2019 about \u2018danger\u2019 and a \u2018deadline\u2019. Them\u2019s his exact words.\u201d<\/p>\n

Adam shook his head. \u201cOh, it\u2019s about \u2018danger,\u2019 all right.\u201d<\/p>\n

Hoss expectant eyes gazed at him pointedly.<\/p>\n

Adam sighed. \u201cWilberforce Henley is a novelist. He writes dime novels about the Romantic West. He instills his stories with such blatant inaccuracy, that I, well\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

Adam turned away from his brother\u2019s gaze, his face reddening.<\/p>\n

\u201cLet me guess. You told him to come here if \u2018n he wanted to see the real West.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNot exactly. I wrote to his editor to complain about the inept and ridiculous claptrap he was publishing. To make my point, I sent along a chapter of his latest book, with my\u2014er\u2014editorial comments written into the margins.\u201d<\/p>\n

Hoss chuckled and took another swallow of his beer. \u201cI\u2019ll bet that showed him!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cApparently, the editor passed my comments on to Mr. Henley.\u201d<\/p>\n

Hoss set his beer down on the bar.<\/p>\n

\u201cI was not very\u2014complimentary.\u201c Adam ran a hand over his face. \u201cI wrote in the heat of the moment, I\u2019ll admit, but I never should have actually mailed\u2014anyway, Mr. Wilberforce Henley will be passing through Virginia City on his way to San Francisco.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd he\u2019s coming here to kill ya?\u201d<\/p>\n

Adam pinched the bridge of his nose. \u201cWorse. He was so grateful for my comments that he is stopping here to \u2018seek my advice\u2019 for his latest manuscript. Because of my \u2018previous interest\u2019 he feels sure that I will wish to advise him. And since the deadline for the next publication is apparently looming, he left St. Louis shortly after hearing about my comments.\u201d<\/p>\n

Hoss was openly laughing. \u201cWhen\u2019s he coming?\u201d<\/p>\n

Adam mumbled something.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat was that, Big Brother?\u201d Hoss asked, grinning.<\/p>\n

Adam gazed at Hoss\u2019 reflection in the mirror behind the bar. \u201cAccording to his telegram, and if the stage met its schedule, he arrived yesterday. He\u2019s probably at the International House right now.\u201d<\/p>\n

Both brothers raised their beer mugs to their lips and took a long, synchronized sip.<\/p>\n

\u201cWell,\u201d said Hoss. \u201cHow bad can he be? Might be interestin\u2019 to talk to a man who\u2019s written books.\u201d<\/p>\n

Adam didn\u2019t answer.<\/p>\n

Hoss set down his glass and looked at Adam intently. \u201cAdam.\u201d He waited until Adam\u2019s gaze reluctantly swung his direction. \u201cJust what did you say about his book?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHoss, if you\u2019d read that utterly ridiculous tripe\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat did you say?\u201d<\/p>\n

Adam sighed, and let his head fall to his chest for a moment, then straightened his shoulders.<\/p>\n

\u201cHis hero is a cowboy named Dirk Danger\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

Hoss started, and shook his head.<\/p>\n

\u201cDirk Danger?\u201d<\/p>\n

Adam nodded. \u201cDirk Danger. The book is called Dirk Danger The Gallant Cowboy.<\/i>\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOh.\u201d Hoss signaled for another beer. \u201cThat\u2019s<\/i> the danger the telegram was talkin\u2019 about.\u201d<\/p>\n

Adam nodded. \u201cDirk\u2014er\u2014Danger<\/i> is a particularly inept hero, who rides so carelessly that he galloped his horse through a prairie dog town\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

Hoss\u2019 eyes widened. \u201cWhy\u2019d he do a dang-fool thing like that?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201c\u2014because he was in a hurry to get some important, life-saving medicine back to the ranch to save Beautiful Belinda from a fatal illness. But his horse fell and broke its neck.<\/i> Dirk broke his leg.\u201d<\/p>\n

Hoss snorted. \u201dServes him right, treatin\u2019 a good horse that way. He must\u2019ve really been ridin\u2019 reckless to break the pony\u2019s neck.\u201d<\/i><\/p>\n

\u201c<\/i>He lay in the desert for days\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

Hoss stared.<\/p>\n

\u201cDays? <\/i>Didn\u2019t nobody from the home camp help him?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThey could not find him,\u201d Adam said.<\/p>\n

\u201cThey couldn\u2019t track him? On their own range? For days?\u201d Hoss shook his head in disbelief.<\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s not the worst of it,\u201d Adam said.<\/p>\n

Hoss\u2019 eyebrows rose. \u201cWhat else?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWell, to get out of his\u2014er\u2014\u2018dire and life-threatening predicament,<\/i>\u2019 <\/i>Dirk Danger roped and tied a passing steer. With his suspenders.\u201d<\/p>\n

Hoss stared, mouth falling open. \u201cHe roped\u2014with a broken leg\u2014passing steer\u2014Suspenders?\u201d<\/i><\/p>\n

Adam nodded. \u201cHe then took his spurs, pounded them into a branding irons on a nearby rock\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

Hoss began to make sputtering noises.<\/p>\n

\u201c\u2014and he built a fire. With his makeshift branding irons, he branded H-E-L-P onto one side of the steer, and a cross on its other side.\u201d<\/p>\n

Hoss erupted into laughter, great belly-deep guffaws that had him clutching the bar in support.<\/p>\n

\u201cHe then turned the steer loose,\u201d Adam continued relentlessly, raising his voice slightly to be heard over Hoss\u2019 laughter, \u201cand the steer returned to the barn<\/i>, where it was spotted by the rest of the hands, who correctly interpreted the brands to mean that Dirk Danger was in trouble near Cross Creek. They then rode to his rescue\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

But the remainder of the story was drowned out by the guffaws and shouts of laughter from Hoss and Sam the barkeep, who had wandered over to see what was so funny.<\/p>\n

Hearing Hoss\u2019 and Sam\u2019s reactions, Adam found that he was laughing himself, finally abandoning his indignant anger at the farcical story.<\/p>\n

After a long, long moment, his laughter exhausted, Hoss clapped his brother on the back.<\/p>\n

\u201cOlder Brother, I feel a sudden need to go over to the International House. A man that could come up with such a story\u2014well, that\u2019s a man I have to meet!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t think I can face him,\u201d Adam said. \u201cI mean, what would I say to him? He wrote it in all seriousness. He has absolutely no idea how absurd his story really is.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWell,\u201d said Hoss \u201cthere\u2019s so much wrong with that story I don\u2019t think you\u2019re ever<\/i> likely to set him straight. His whole way of thinking about ranchin\u2019 and is so far off balance that he don\u2019t know which leg he\u2019s standin\u2019 on.\u201d<\/p>\n

Adam blinked at his brother\u2019s sensible view of things.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re right.\u201d He sighed and set his empty beer glass on the bar. \u201cLet\u2019s get it over with. If we\u2019re lucky, we can meet Mr. Henley, tell him I can\u2019t help him, and get back here before Little Joe gets wind of this.\u201d<\/p>\n

**********<\/p>\n

The hotel clerk had apparently stepped away from the desk at the International House, and as they waited, Adam spotted his youngest brother in the hotel restaurant, sitting with a lovely, fashionably dressed young woman.<\/p>\n

\u201cAdam! Hoss!\u201d Joe stood and gestured toward his table. \u201cI\u2019ve got someone I want you to meet.\u201d<\/p>\n

Curiously, and with a touch of envy, Adam turned his steps toward Joe\u2019s table. How does he always run into the prettiest newcomers before the rest of us?<\/i><\/p>\n

\u201cMa\u2019am, these are my brothers. Adam, Hoss, this is Miss Wilhelmina Henley. Turns out, she\u2019s<\/i> the writer of those books you are so\u2014er\u2014interested <\/i>in, Adam!\u201d Joe took a slight step back to watch his brothers\u2019 reactions.<\/p>\n

And he was not disappointed. The play of color in Adam\u2019s face, the twisting of Hoss\u2019 forehead, their jaw-slackened, twitching glances were everything he had hoped for when he had first learned who Miss Henley was.<\/p>\n

\u201cMiss<\/i> Henley?\u201d Adam finally managed. \u201cI was expecting\u2014I mean, the books are written by Mr. Wilberforce<\/i> Henley.\u201d<\/p>\n

Miss Henley stood and held out a lace-gloved hand.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m afraid that\u2019s my editor\u2019s idea,\u201d she said. Her spun-sugar voice made Adam\u2019s mouth bend involuntarily into a smile. \u201cHe feels that my adventure stories will be better received if they are written by a man. So I write under my father\u2019s name.\u201d<\/p>\n

Hoss blinked and blinked again, then, aware of Joe\u2019s smirking gaze, closed his mouth abruptly.<\/p>\n

\u201cPleased to meet you, ma\u2019am,\u201d Hoss stepped in front of Adam. He held out her chair, and she seated herself once again. The three Cartwrights quickly settled themselves at the table.<\/p>\n

\u201cMr. Cartwright, I am most happy to make your acquaintance! I can\u2019t tell you how much I\u2019ve looked forward to this day!\u201d Miss Henley placed her hand on Adam\u2019s arm, and the feathers on Miss Henley\u2019s bonnet bobbed and quivered. \u201cMy editor told me that you sent such insightful and honest comments on my most recent story. I am delighted to find such an ardent admirer of my work.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAdmirer?<\/i>\u201d Hoss blurted out. \u201cMa\u2019am\u2014 Ow!\u201c Any further words were cut off as Adam stomped on his foot under the table.<\/p>\n

\u201cI take it he did not send my comments to you directly,\u201d Adam said.<\/p>\n

\u201cNo, but I am sure he will show them to me when I arrive in San Francisco. I cannot tell you what it means to me to have a real rancher, a true Westerner, read and enjoy my work.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cEr, it\u2019s entirely my pleasure,\u201d was all Adam could come up with.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt sure is!\u201d Joe nodded at Adam. \u201cI can\u2019t tell you how many times he\u2019s brought up your stories to us over the dinner table. Why just the other day, he read me a chapter that had him wavin\u2019 his arms and stompin\u2019 around.\u201d<\/p>\n

Adam glared at Joe.<\/p>\n

\u201cOh!\u201d Miss Henley said. \u201cOh, Mr. Cartwright! Really?\u201d<\/p>\n

Adam swallowed. \u201cYes ma\u2019am, I believe that was my reaction. But Joe exaggerates\u2014my interest is not more than any of your many readers\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBut other readers are not well-educated, expert ranchers, as your brother assures me you are. Joe has been telling me about your accomplishments and adventures, Mr. Cartwright. Oh dear, there is the desk clerk\u2014he was to signal me when the stage was ready.\u201d<\/p>\n

Miss Henley stood up, and the three Cartwrights politely stood also. \u201cI am so disappointed that I must continue my journey this afternoon. I had hoped to get your opinion on my latest manuscript. Alas, I cannot interrupt my journey any longer than I already have\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAlas,\u201d Joe said, capturing her hand and kissing it gallantly. Miss Henley pulled it firmly from his grasp and held it out to Adam.<\/p>\n

\u201c\u2014but I would so like to send you my future stories, if I may be so bold, to get your opinion prior to publication.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cEr\u2014\u201d Adam cleared his throat as he took her hand. \u201cPerhaps you should check with your editor before you commit to sending me anything.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSo modest!\u201d Miss Henley murmured. \u201cJust like Joe said you would be.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIndeed, ma\u2019am, my brother is too<\/i> modest,\u201d Joe said, ignoring his brother\u2019s hard glare. \u201cAdam wouldn\u2019t tell you this himself, but he\u2019s been in tighter situations, and managed to think his way out of them, just like your Bob Bullet.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cDirk Danger,\u201d both Miss Henley and Adam said.<\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s right,\u201d Joe said. \u201cAdam\u2019s a regular Dirk Derringer. Like the time he held off rustlers single-handed, or the time he rode through a blizzard for the doctor. But things like that only happen once a month or so. No, your influence, ma\u2019am, has changed my brother\u2019s way of doin\u2019 things day-to-day. Ever since Adam has been readin\u2019 your stories, he\u2019s found out all kinds of good ways to improve our tools. Why just this morning, he told me that he was going to order new equipment for each of our hands\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

Adam bit the inside of his cheek and stared steadily at Miss Henley\u2019s bobbing feathers. Miss Henley, in turn, was staring raptly at Joe, absorbing his every word.<\/p>\n

\u201cOf course,\u201d Joe went on, ignoring Adam\u2019s discomfiture. \u201cIt may take some doin\u2019. I was over at the mercantile, talking with Lacey Gibson\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOf course you were,\u201d Adam said.<\/p>\n

\u201c\u2014and I saw that we\u2019ll have to wait until Mr. Gibson lays in a new supply. But I think it\u2019s worth tryin\u2019. Besides the obvious use that you described in your book, I can think of all kinds<\/i> of things that the hands will want to do with \u2019em when Adam tells them how he wants them to start wearin\u2019 \u2019em\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cJoe.\u201d Adam said, low in his throat.<\/p>\n

\u201c\u2014so I told Mr. Gibson we\u2019d like about two dozen, to start\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cJoe,\u201d<\/i> Adam\u2019s voice raised above his younger brother\u2019s.<\/p>\n

\u201c\u2014only problem I can see is that they come in just one color. Do you think the hands will kick up a fuss at wearing red?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cJoe, what the heck are you talking about?\u201d Hoss said.<\/p>\n

\u201cSuspenders, of course! Red ones, just like Dirk Danger wears! Mr. Gibson\u2019s gonna order a big shipment, enough for all the bunkhouse hands!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cJoe,\u201d Hoss said, eyes wide and darting to Adam, Miss Henley, and back again.<\/p>\n

\u201cMiss Henley,\u201d Joe said, \u201cI hope you can tell us the maker of those suspenders. According to your story, they sure are somethin\u2019, and we\u2019d\u00a0 like to get the same kind.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cJoe!\u201d <\/i>Hoss said.<\/p>\n

Adam raised his hand.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s all right, Hoss.\u201d Adam turned to look at Joe. \u201cThat\u2019s a great idea, Joe, except for one little thing.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cGreat idea? Adam, that has to be the worst\u2014\u201d Hoss said.<\/p>\n

Adam merely raised a hand to stop Hoss\u2019 words.<\/p>\n

\u201cJoe, you know we can\u2019t have all the hands riding around wearing red.\u201d He bowed to Miss Henley. \u201cI\u2019m sorry, ma\u2019am. That red color\u2019ll stampede the bulls. I just don\u2019t think we can risk it.\u201d<\/p>\n

Miss Henley\u2019s shoulders slumped. \u201cOh. Oh dear! <\/i>I didn\u2019t think of that! Do you think it undermines the credibility of my novel?\u201d Her lovely blue eyes blinked pleadingly up at Adam.<\/p>\n

\u201cNot at all,\u201d he heard himself saying. \u201cWe can just get Mr. Gibson to special order a new supply in green or brown or some other color.\u201c<\/p>\n

Hoss turned away, making curious choking noises. Joe solicitously pounded on his back. \u201cYou OK, Big Brother?\u201d<\/p>\n

Hoss merely nodded.<\/p>\n

\u201cPlease allow us to escort you to the stage,\u201d Adam said, gently grasping Miss Henley\u2019s elbow, and stepping toward the door.<\/p>\n

When they reached the stage office, Adam walked quickly to the waiting stagecoach and handed Miss Henley firmly inside.<\/p>\n

\u201cGoodbye Mr. Cartwright,\u201d Miss Henley said in worshipful tones as she settled herself on the stage seat. \u201cI will never forget our meeting and your kind words. I\u2019d like to base my next protagonist on you, if you don\u2019t mind.\u201d<\/p>\n

Adam froze, a stunned look on his face.<\/p>\n

Joe stepped in front of Adam, and slammed the stage door. \u201cHe\u2019ll be delighted, Miss Henley! Let \u2019em go, Hank!\u201d An impatient snap of the whip and jingle of harnesses and the stage pulled smartly away.<\/p>\n

\u201cShe\u2019ll never forget you, all right,\u201d Hoss said, as they watched the stage roll down the crowded midday street. \u201cEspecially when she finds out what you really<\/i> think about her story. What\u2019d she mean by pro-tag-ness, anyway?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cProtagonist,\u201d Adam said, his eyes glued to the now-distant stage. \u201cShe means the main character of the story.\u201d<\/p>\n

Joe clapped Adam on the back.<\/p>\n

\u201cDon\u2019t worry, Adam. Once she reads your comments, she\u2019ll probably make him a bad, bad man,\u201d Joe said, eyes twinkling. \u201cDirk Danger will likely shoot him dead.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cMaybe,\u201d Adam said. He lifted his head and smiled at Joe, clearly struck by this thought. \u201cI can only hope.\u201d<\/p>\n

With tacit accord, the three brothers collected their horses, mounted, and headed toward the edge of town.<\/p>\n

\u201cHey!\u201d Joe said, as they passed Henry\u2019s Blacksmith Shop. \u201cWe should stop in at Henry\u2019s. If we get all the hands those green suspenders, they\u2019ll all want new branding-iron spurs, too!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThat might be harder to do,\u201d Hoss said. \u201cOl\u2019 Henry, he just don\u2019t have any imagination when it comes to inventin\u2019\u2014not like Miss Henley does.\u201d<\/p>\n

Joe lost his battle for control and doubled over in the saddle, great high-pitched peals of laughter wrenched out of him. Adam suddenly turned his horse, dug in his heels, spurring his horse back into town.<\/p>\n

\u201cHey, Adam, where ya going?\u201d Joe called.<\/p>\n

\u201cI need to send a telegram,\u201d Adam called back over his shoulder. \u201cTo stop that editor from showing Miss Henley my comments.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSee, Hoss,\u201d Joe said, watching Adam ride away. \u201cThe Gallant Cowboy. <\/i>Maybe Miss Henley was writin\u2019 about Adam after all.\u201d<\/p>\n

The End<\/b><\/p>\n

Author\u2019s Note<\/i><\/b>: This story was inspired by a reminiscence in Agnes Morley Cleaveland\u2019s wonderful memoir, <\/i>No Life for a Lady.<\/i><\/p>\n

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