{"id":12288,"date":"2003-07-12T14:32:32","date_gmt":"2003-07-12T18:32:32","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/bonanzabrand.info\/library\/?p=12288"},"modified":"2026-07-31T08:40:46","modified_gmt":"2026-07-31T12:40:46","slug":"renewal-by-debbieb","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/bonanzabrand.info\/library\/?p=12288","title":{"rendered":"Renewal (by DebbieB)"},"content":{"rendered":"

Summary:<\/strong> \u00a0When Joe becomes sick with cholera and his life slowly begins ebbing away, Ben’s faith is put to the test.<\/p>\n

Rated:<\/strong> \u00a0G (8,690 words)<\/p>\n

Renewal<\/strong><\/p>\n

Joe rubbed his upper thighs, the stiffness seemed to be getting worse and Joe thought that perhaps the growing discomfort was due from the long days in the saddle and the strenuous work that he had been subjected to. He glanced up and noted that his father and two brothers were still moving on and he wondered why they hadn\u2019t been complaining of growing stiffness as well, for they had surely put in as many hours of riding and working as he had. When he moved and felt the stab of pain, Joe flinched and rubbed his left leg harder. As the twinge melted away, he gently nudged his mount forward.<\/p>\n

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Adam glanced back over his shoulder to see what was making his youngest brother lag behind. He watched as Joe rubbed his hands up and down his legs and when he looked into Joe\u2019s face, he noted the expression of woe on his young features.<\/p>\n

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\u201cHold up, Pa,\u201d Adam called out.<\/p>\n

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Ben was leading the foursome along the narrow road that twisted and turned throughout the thick grass of the open meadow where just on the other side the dense forest grew wild and thick with foliage.<\/p>\n

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Ben pulled up sharply on his reins, making his horse to stop suddenly and step to the side of the trail. Hoss, who had been following his father, did the same. Both turned to see why Adam had called for them to stop. Ben edged his horse around Hoss\u2019 and slithered up next to Adam.<\/p>\n

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\u201cSomething wrong, son?\u201d Ben asked and then followed the end of Adam\u2019s finger when he pointed back to Joe who sat abreast his horse about a hundred yards behind them.<\/p>\n

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\u201cBoy\u2019s worn out, he\u2019s barely able to sit the saddle. Maybe we should stop for the night and let him rest,\u201d suggested Adam.<\/p>\n

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\u201cHe does seem to be pretty tuckered out. I\u2019ll tell you what, there\u2019s a little clearing up ahead, in that small stand of trees, we\u2019ll make camp there for the night,\u201d agreed Ben. \u201cWhy don\u2019t you and Hoss ride on ahead and I\u2019ll stay back with Joe.\u201d<\/p>\n

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\u201cSure, Pa,\u201d Adam nodded. \u201cCome on Hoss,\u201d he said to his much larger brother who had also been watching the boy who sat alone and acted as if he were somehow suffering. \u201cWe\u2019ll set up camp for you,\u201d Ben\u2019s oldest son called as he and Hoss headed on down the path.<\/p>\n

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Joe, who had caught up at last, pulled Cochise to a halt next to his father. \u201cWhere are they off to in such a hurry?\u201d he asked, watching as his brothers disappeared around a grove of trees.<\/p>\n

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\u201cI sent them up ahead to start setting up camp for the night,\u201d Ben explained as he stretched and moved his back in a way that demonstrated how weary he must feel.<\/p>\n

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\u201cWhy? We\u2019ve still plenty of daylight left?\u201d Joe turned, surprised at his father\u2019s information as he scanned the sky where daylight had begun to melt slowly away. He sighed deeply, he wasn\u2019t sorry to be stopping; his body needed some rest.<\/p>\n

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\u201cWell, son, I don\u2019t know about you, but I\u2019m bushed. I see nothing wrong with stopping early and eating a bite and then getting a good night\u2019s sleep before starting out again in the morning. As it is, we\u2019re still more than a day\u2019s ride from home,\u201d explained Ben, who, knowing his son so well, knew that if he told Joe the real reason for stopping so early, Joe would put up an argument.<\/p>\n

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Joe\u2019s eyebrows raised slightly as he studied Ben\u2019s face. Pa did look tired, judged Joe, after all, it had been a hard week, what with all the rain and the flooding and all those people who had been practically washed away. They had been lucky enough to save most of the settlers but the destruction that had befallen their little makeshift village had been catastrophic. Nearly all the buildings, which had been crudely constructed, had been washed away by the high rising waters that overflowed from the Truckee River. Their supplies, food, water, clothing, medical, their wagons, horses, everything had been lost. Had it not been for the volunteers from the nearby homesteads, who had come to the settlers aide, the loss would have been more devastating. As it were, only two men, one woman and one child had been claimed by the flash flood that had taken the unsuspecting people totally by surprise.<\/p>\n

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\u201cAll right, Pa. I could use a few hours extra sleep, myself,\u201d smiled Joe, deciding that it best to agree than to disagree with his father and thus avoid an argument.<\/p>\n

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\u201cYour legs hurting, Joe?\u201d Ben asked, catching Joe off guard and unaware that he had been rubbing his upper thighs again.<\/p>\n

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Joe gave his father a small smile, \u201cStiff, guess all this damp weather and humidity is making my bones ache some.\u201d Joe laughed as he gathered his reins, \u201cto many falls from those mavericks, I suppose,\u201d he laughed, turning Cochise around so that he could follow after his father.<\/p>\n

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\u201cWe\u2019ll be home in another day, two at the most, since we really aren\u2019t in a hurry and then you can soak in a nice hot bath; and I\u2019m sure Hop Sing won\u2019t mind mixing in some of that concoction he uses for sore, achy muscles,\u201d laughed Ben.<\/p>\n

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\u201cHope I can hold out another two days,\u201d Joe grinned as he smiled at his father who had turned around to check to be sure his son was staying up with him.<\/p>\n

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\u201cAin\u2019t ya gonna eat, Joe?\u201d\u00a0\u00a0 Hoss plopped down next to his brother on the fallen log and stared at Joe\u2019s half eaten dinner.<\/p>\n

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Joe was pushing his beans around with his fork and glanced up briefly into his brother\u2019s face. \u201cNaw, I guess I don\u2019t have much of an appetite,\u201d he mumbled, standing to his feet.<\/p>\n

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Joe felt his knees buckle slightly and he nearly dropped his tin plate as he tried to steady himself.<\/p>\n

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\u201cHey, ya okay, short shanks?\u201d Hoss stood to his feet as well and grabbed Joe\u2019s arm.<\/p>\n

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Joe\u2019s face wrinkled up into a frown and he jerked his arm free. \u201cThere\u2019s nothing wrong with me other than I must\u2019va gotten up to fast,\u201d Joe snapped and then instantly regretted being so short with his brother.<\/p>\n

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\u201cHey Hoss, I\u2019m sorry, I didn\u2019t mean to snap at you. I\u2019m just tired, and sore, that\u2019s all. I think I\u2019ll turn in,\u201d Joe said, giving Hoss\u2019 shoulder a gentle squeeze before walking off.<\/p>\n

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\u201cYeah, we\u2019re all tired,\u201d muttered Hoss watching his brother\u2019s retreating back. \u201cBut that ain\u2019t no call to bite my head off,\u201d he murmured under his breath.<\/p>\n

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Hoss turned away and returned to the fire where Adam and his father were sitting, eating their supper and making small talk.<\/p>\n

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Ben smiled when Hoss joined them. \u201cWhere\u2019s Joe?\u201d Ben questioned, glancing over his shoulder for his youngest son.<\/p>\n

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\u201cHe dun gave it up and went to bed,\u201d grumbled Hoss as he tossed the last of his beans into the fire and watched them sizzle.<\/p>\n

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Adam glanced at the unhappy expression on Hoss\u2019 face and then at his father. \u201cSomething wrong, little brother?\u201d he smiled.<\/p>\n

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Hoss tossed his head in Joe\u2019s direction, his face wore a frown and both his father and brother could see that Hoss was fretting about something.<\/p>\n

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\u201cSon?\u201d<\/p>\n

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\u201cAw\u2026it\u2019s just Little Joe, he ain\u2019t actin\u2019 like himself atall today. Why, he\u2019s bit my head off all evenin\u2019 and now he\u2019s dun gone to bed,\u201d fumed Hoss.<\/p>\n

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He glanced over the back of his shoulder and watched as Joe emerged from the woods and settled into his bedroll.<\/p>\n

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\u201cDon\u2019t pay the kid any mind, Hoss, you know how Joe is when he works too hard and gets so tuckered out. He\u2019s a bear fit for a fight,\u201d Adam smiled.<\/p>\n

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He\u2019d noticed Joe\u2019s attitude as well, and though he was used to his kid brother\u2019s mood swings, he\u2019d have to agree with Hoss, the way Joe was acting just didn\u2019t follow the normal pattern. Joe had been aloof all evening, he had hardly said a word and he\u2019d barely touched his supper.<\/p>\n

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\u201cAdam\u2019s right son, Joe\u2019s just tired, he\u2019ll be fine come morning,\u201d Ben assured his most tenderhearted son and then cut his own dark brooding eyes in Joe\u2019s direction. Joe had snuggled down into his bedroll and appeared to be already sleeping.<\/p>\n

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Ben had barely gotten to sleep when the rustling of bushes awakened him. He slowly moved his hand to his gun, which lay inches from his bedroll and quietly picked it up, slipping it under the blanket along side of him. With one eye partially opened, and the other closed, he watched as the lone figure of a man crept from the edge of the woods and into the soft glow of the dying embers.<\/p>\n

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\u201cJoseph?\u201d Ben called when he recognized his son. \u201cWhat in blazes are you doing wondering around in the dark?\u201d Ben placed his pistol back into the holster and propped himself up on his elbow.<\/p>\n

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\u201cSorry, Pa\u2026I didn\u2019t mean to wake you,\u201d whispered Joe, glancing at his brothers to be sure he had not disturbed them as well.<\/p>\n

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\u201cWhat\u2019s wrong?\u201d Ben asked in a low whisper.<\/p>\n

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\u201cNothing\u2026oh\u2026God,\u201d groaned Joe as he folded his body in half. His arm crossed his mid-section as the pain ripped at his insides.<\/p>\n

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Ben was quickly on his feet and at his son\u2019s side. Both hands grasped Joe\u2019s shoulders as Ben attempted to keep his son from toppling over on his face.<\/p>\n

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\u201cJoseph?\u201d Ben said, clinging tightly to Joe. He managed to get his son over to a large rock where he turned the boy around and gently guided him in sitting down.<\/p>\n

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Joe\u2019s body remained doubled over; his groaning began to grow in volume. \u201cMy stomach\u2026aw\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

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Joe pushed Ben away and stumbling ran back into the woods.<\/p>\n

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\u201cJoseph!\u201d Ben shouted, waking Adam from his sleep.<\/p>\n

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Adam quickly jumped from his bedroll, grabbing his pistol. \u201cWhat\u2019s wrong, Pa?\u201d he called as he quickly took in the sight of his father standing at the edge of the woods, turning and twisting his head as he stared into the darkness.<\/p>\n

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Ben turned at the sound of his son\u2019s voice. \u201cPut your gun away, it\u2019s only Joe,\u201d he said, swinging his arm out toward Adam.<\/p>\n

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\u201cWhat\u2019s all the ruckus about?\u201d muttered Hoss as he sat up rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He squinted up at Adam trying to focus on his brother\u2019s face. \u201cAdam?\u201d<\/p>\n

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\u201cI don\u2019t know just yet\u2026Pa\u2026where in blazes are you going?\u201d Adam said as he followed Ben to the edge of the woods.<\/p>\n

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Ben disappeared into the shadows. Adam could hear his father stomping through the bushes as he searched for his youngest son. \u201cPA?\u201d<\/p>\n

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\u201cI\u2019ll be right back, son\u2026just as soon as I find your brother,\u201d Ben\u2019s voice rang from the murkiness of the forest and shattered the solitariness around them.<\/p>\n

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\u201cJOSEPH! JOSEPH!\u201d<\/p>\n

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Hoss joined Adam and together they stood in silence, waiting for their father and brother to emerge from the blackness.<\/p>\n

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Minutes later, Ben appeared, Joe leaning heavily against his father for support. Ben\u2019s arm was wrapped around his son\u2019s trembling body; his fingers dug into the flesh of Joe\u2019s upper arm as Ben aided his son in walking. Joe\u2019s left arm was wrapped about his father\u2019s right shoulder and with his left hand Ben clung tightly to Joe.<\/p>\n

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\u201cHelp me get him back in his bedroll, he\u2019s burning up with fever,\u201d Ben said as both, Adam and Hoss took a hold of their brother, releasing Ben of his burden.<\/p>\n

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Together they led Joe back to his blankets and carefully lowered him to the ground. Ben grabbed the blanket and hurried to wrap it about Joe\u2019s shivering body.<\/p>\n

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\u201cHoss stoke up that fire, Adam, hand me my blanket and the canteen,\u201d ordered Ben as he bent over his moaning son and tenderly brushed back the dampened curls.<\/p>\n

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\u201cOhhh\u2026hurts\u2026Pa\u2026hurts,\u201d whined Joe.<\/p>\n

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Joe had begun tossing his head back and forth, unable to force himself to be still while his father tried to hold the canteen to his lips. Hoss finished building up the fire and knelt down behind his father, looking into the tormented face of his little brother.<\/p>\n

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\u201cWhat\u2019s wrong with him, Pa?\u201d he whispered softly.<\/p>\n

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\u201cI don\u2019t know, son\u2026it could be anything,\u201d Ben replied. The worry shone in his eyes when he turned and the light from the fire lit up the features of his face.<\/p>\n

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\u201cAdam, hold his head up so that I can get him to take a drink.\u201d<\/p>\n

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Adam gently guided his hands beneath the dampened curls and carefully lifted his brother\u2019s head and held it firmly while Ben placed the rim of the canteen against Joe\u2019s lips. Once Joe realized that the water was moistening his lips, he opened his mouth, and grabbed at the canteen with his hands. He turned the water receptacle upward taking large gulps to fill his mouth. The water drizzled down his chin and dripped onto his shirt.<\/p>\n

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Ben placed his hands over Joe\u2019s and gently pulled back on the canteen. \u201cEasy son, easy,\u201d Ben said in a soft voice.<\/p>\n

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Joe\u2019s eyes found his father\u2019s and the boy seemed to relax against the hands that held his head. \u201cSo thirsty,\u201d uttered Joe, his voice laden with distress. \u201cPa\u2026my legs\u2026they\u2026\u201d Joe paused and sucked in large, deep breaths. \u201cHurt\u2026really bad\u2026and my\u2026OH GOD! Not again!\u201d<\/p>\n

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Joe pushed away the hands that tried to hold him down and scampered to his feet. \u201cJoe, stay down!\u201d ordered his father in a commanding voice.<\/p>\n

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Joe looked on the verge of tears. Ben saw the urgency in his son\u2019s frightened eyes as the boy somehow managed to escape his family\u2019s hands.<\/p>\n

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\u201cI can\u2019t Pa!\u201d insisted Joe when he was on his feet and backing away from the threesome. He turned toward the woods once more, staggering as he stumbled away. \u201cI have to go\u2026again,\u201d he babbled as he sank to the ground.<\/p>\n

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Quickly Ben was at his son\u2019s side and helped him to his feet. \u201cI\u2019ll be okay\u2026please Pa\u2026\u201d he cried as he tried to pull free of his father\u2019s fingers, which had tightened around his arm.<\/p>\n

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Ben noted the tears that filled the hazel eyes and the pleading look that his son gave him and he dropped his hand.<\/p>\n

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\u201cAlright, son, I\u2019ll be close by if you need me,\u201d Ben relented and then glanced back at Adam and Hoss who stood motionless and watched as Joe scooted away to hide in the darkness and tend to his business.<\/p>\n

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Ben stepped back into the glow of the campfire and stood with Adam and Hoss, waiting patiently for Joe to come forth from the murkiness. They could hear his moaning and then suddenly it sounded as if someone had been wounded when the piercing scream reached the ears of Joe\u2019s family.<\/p>\n

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Together as one, Ben, Hoss and Adam raced into the woods. Joe\u2019s moans had ceased and no movements in the brush gave any hints as to where the youngest Cartwright might be. Ben held out his arm preventing Hoss and Adam from moving forward.<\/p>\n

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\u201cJoseph?\u201d he called to the obscure world of blackness that shrouded the forest.<\/p>\n

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\u201cOver here, Pa,\u201d Adam called, leading the way. \u201cI can barely hear him.\u201d<\/p>\n

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Just a few steps and Adam almost tripped over his brother who was lying face down. He had fallen and luckily the natural carpeted floor had prevented him from cracking open his head. Adam dropped to his knees and turned Joe over onto his back.<\/p>\n

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The boy was pale, with bright red blotches on his cheeks, a sure sign that his body was burning with fever. Joe moaned softly and tried to open his eyes, but they were too clouded to see whom it was that held him.<\/p>\n

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\u201cPa?\u201d he whispered weakly.<\/p>\n

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\u201cNo, it\u2019s me, Little Buddy, Adam,\u201d replied his brother. \u201cLet\u2019s get you back to camp.\u201d<\/p>\n

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\u201cLet me carry\u2019em for ya,\u201d Hoss said as he scooped Joe up in his arms and headed back toward the fire.<\/p>\n

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Joe lay limp within the folds of his brother\u2019s massive arms. When they reached the fire, he glanced up and tried to smile at Hoss but he was too weak to make the effort and he closed his eyes to stop the build up of tears. With loving care, Hoss lowered Joe back onto the blanket where he had minutes ago been laying and stepped aside as his father covered Joe for the second time. With Ben, Adam and Hoss bending over Joe, they traded worried and anxious glances.<\/p>\n

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\u201cHoss, make some coffee, and then you two try to get some sleep, I have a feeling that it\u2019s going to be a long night,\u201d ordered Ben as he soaked his neckscraf with cool water and wiped Joe\u2019s face.<\/p>\n

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For the remainder of the night, Joe had been relatively quiet. His tossing and turning, moaning and groaning had continued until nearly daybreak when it seemed as if the boy had slipped into a deep sleep. Ben placed his hand to Joe\u2019s brow and sighed deeply, the fever had climbed even higher than the evening before. Ben adjusted the covers around Joe and then slipped silently over to his oldest son.<\/p>\n

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\u201cAdam,\u201d he whispered as he gently shook Adam\u2019s shoulder. \u201cWake up, son,\u201d Ben said softly.<\/p>\n

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Adam groaned and pulled his hat down further covering his eyes. Ben couldn\u2019t help but smile. Carefully he lifted the rim of Adam\u2019s black hat.<\/p>\n

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\u201cSon, wake up,\u201d Ben said again.<\/p>\n

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This time Adam\u2019s dark hazel eyes opened and he smiled slightly when he spied his father bending over him.<\/p>\n

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\u201cMorning.\u201d<\/p>\n

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\u201cI\u2019m sorry to wake you son, but I need you to get up.\u201d<\/p>\n

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Adam cast anxious eyes over at Joe and then back to his father. \u201cHow\u2019s the boy?\u201d<\/p>\n

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\u201cNot good Adam. That\u2019s why I need you to get up,\u201d whispered Ben. \u201cIt\u2019s almost daylight and I need you to ride home.\u201d<\/p>\n

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\u201cHome? But that\u2019s more than a day\u2019s ride,\u201d Adam said seriously.<\/p>\n

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\u201cYes, I\u2019m aware of that, but alone, you could cut the time in half. I want you to go home, there are certain things I need to care for Joe. You tell Hop Sing that I need the bottle of laudanum that he keeps hidden away, and tell him to send the ingredients for several mustard poultices. I\u2019ll need some flaxseed and some linseed-meal, just in case. Oh, and plenty of rounds of cloth to put the poultices in,\u201d Ben took a deep breath. \u201cAdam, I need milk and eggs, sugar and a small decanter of brandy,\u201d Ben added.<\/p>\n

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Adam saw his chance to butt in and made good his attempt. \u201cPa\u2026what\u2019s wrong with Joe, why all these herbs and the groceries?\u201d he asked worriedly.<\/p>\n

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Before Ben had a chance to explain, Joe cried out. When Adam and Ben turned, Joe was raised up on one elbow and had begun to heave violently. Immediately, his father and brother were by his side. Ben stepped over his son and knelt down behind Joe, holding his forehead with his hand to prevent Joe from spewing all over on himself. Adam quickly wet his neckscarf with cool water and when Joe had stopped vomiting, he carefully wiped away the spittle from his brother\u2019s face.<\/p>\n

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With care Ben and Adam helped Joe lay back down and Adam kicked the soft dirt over the puddle of vomit.<\/p>\n

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\u201cWe\u2019ll move him before you go, son,\u201d Ben told Adam.<\/p>\n

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Adam motioned for his father to follow him, and while Joe rested, Ben and Adam spent several moments by the fire, talking in soft tones. \u201cAdam, please, I need you to get going\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

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\u201cWhy Pa? Aren\u2019t you going to tell me what\u2019s wrong with him before I do?\u201d quizzed Adam.<\/p>\n

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Ben pinched his lips tightly together and nodded his head. \u201cI\u2019m positive that your brother has the cholera.\u201d<\/p>\n

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\u201cWHAT!\u201d Adam all but shouted. \u201cHow\u2026I mean when\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

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\u201cHe must have contracted it back at the village. With the horrible conditions, the waste, the filth, and the unclean water, Joe must have drunk some, not knowing. He has all the symptoms, son, I\u2019ve seen it before, plenty of times; and Adam, time is of the essence,\u201d explained Ben.<\/p>\n

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Adam nodded his head. \u201cI understand, I\u2019ll leave right away\u2026what about you and\u2026them,\u201d he asked, tossing his head in the direction of his two brothers.<\/p>\n

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\u201cHoss and I will fix a travois so that Joe can be carried and then we\u2019ll meet you late tonight at that grove of spruce pine, down by the lake, we\u2019ll have plenty of water there. Adam,\u201d Ben placed his hand over his son\u2019s arm. \u201cDon\u2019t talk to anyone other than Hop Sing, and don\u2019t get too close to him. When he gives you the things I need, tell him to ride into town and tell Doc Martin to meet us in the grove. Now go.\u201d<\/p>\n

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\u201cDon\u2019t worry Pa, I\u2019ll avoid people and I\u2019ll tell Hop Sing to explain to Paul privately. I\u2019d hate for this to get out and start rumors of an epidemic.\u201d<\/p>\n

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\u201cYes, I\u2019d hate to see that happen as well,\u201d Ben agreed.<\/p>\n

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\u201cPA!\u201d<\/p>\n

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Ben pivoted on his heels as Joe pushed himself up and began to vomit again. As Ben rushed to his ailing son\u2019s side, Adam watched horrified at the force that wracked his brother\u2019s body. The sight and sound of his brother\u2019s retching turned his stomach, not because his own was weak but because of the suffering he witnessed on his brother\u2019s face. Snapping out of his stupor, Adam hurried to gather his things and then to saddle his horse.<\/p>\n

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\u201cI\u2019ll meet you tonight, Pa, I might be late, but I\u2019ll be there\u2026take care of my little buddy!\u201d he called as he spurred Sport into a gallop.<\/p>\n

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\u201cWhere\u2019s he goin\u2019?\u201d Hoss asked, waking at last to find his father bending over Joe. \u201cWhat\u2019s ailin\u2019 him? He still sick?\u201d<\/p>\n

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Hoss crawled from his warm bed and sauntered over to his father and brother. The piteous sounds of his brother retching filled his ears and tore at his heart. Hoss dropped to his knees beside his father and took Joe\u2019s trembling body into his hands.<\/p>\n

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\u201cI\u2019ll hold\u2019em, Pa, you get him some water.\u201d<\/p>\n

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Ben nodded his head and grabbed the canteen and sloshed water onto the already dampened cloth.<\/p>\n

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\u201cTake it easy Short Shanks, ya gonna be fine,\u201d cooed Hoss in a soft voice.<\/p>\n

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When the vomiting stopped, he allowed Joe to lean back against him and rest. Taking the cloth from his father\u2019s hand, Hoss tenderly wiped clean his brother\u2019s face.<\/p>\n

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\u201cHow\u2019s that?\u201d<\/p>\n

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\u201cThanks,\u201d Joe muttered softly.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cCome on, can ya stand up for a minute? I think Pa wants to move your bedroll, ya sorta made a mess of things here,\u201d Hoss explained as he carefully hauled Joe to his feet. \u201cSteady now, just lean on ole Hoss and ya\u2019ll be fine, I won\u2019t let ya fall.\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Joe did as instructed and allowed his weight to be held up by his bigger brother. He turned his head upward and smiled weakly.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cSorry about the mess,\u201d he apologized.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

While Hoss led Joe to the opposite side of the campfire, Ben quickly grabbed the blankets and scattered dirt over the mess where Joe had been sick. Minutes later, he spread the blankets out and motioned for Hoss to let Joe lay back down.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cHoss, I\u2019ll fix Joe some coffee while you gather some limbs to make a travois. He\u2019ll need to lie down, I think riding will be too hard on him, he\u2019s so weak,\u201d whispered Ben, watching Joe trying to get comfortable. He glanced up at Hoss and saw the worry he felt reflected back at him in his son\u2019s blue eyes.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cWe have to hurry, Hoss, do you understand?\u201d muttered Ben.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cYessir, I heard ya tell Adam, cholera, ain\u2019t it?\u201d Hoss asked, brushing his large beefy hand across his face.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s what I believe it to be, yes.\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cThen let\u2019s get a move on!\u201d Hoss turned and walked off into the woods to begin his search for the needed limbs.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

It took Hoss a couple of hours to chop the limbs for the travois and then fit the pieces together in order to make it strong enough to carry his sick brother. In the meantime, Ben had been busy mixing up something that he hoped Joe could eat and keep in his stomach. It had been several hours since Joe had taken any nourishment and Ben knew that already his son was becoming dehydrated from the loss of fluids in his system. With the high fever, the diarrhea and then the onslaught of vomiting, Joe was going down too quickly to suit his father. Joe had become lethargic and had started to complain of his head hurting as well as the constant stomach and leg cramps. Ben worried that his son might not survive long enough to get him proper medical care.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

When Ben had finished washing Joe\u2019s face, Joe opened his eyes. \u201cMorning son,\u201d Ben said, willing his own face to smile down at his son.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cPa?\u201d Joe said, his voice weak.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cTake it easy, son, we\u2019re about ready to leave and then we\u2019ll get you some proper help,\u201d Ben assured the boy. \u201cHere, try to drink some water, Joe, you need all the liquids you can take.\u201d Ben gently helped Joe to raise his head and then tipped the lip of the canteen to Joe\u2019s mouth.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

When Joe had satisfied his thirst, Ben gently lowered his head. \u201cWant to try to eat something?\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Joe had his eyes closed and shook his head. \u201cNo,\u201d he whispered. \u201cStomach\u2026hurts,\u201d he cried without opening his eyes.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Ben frowned, Joe needed to eat, but there would be no forcing him decided Ben. For now, he\u2019d have to be satisfied that Joe had at least been able to take a drink, now the question was, could he keep it down?<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cAlright, son, you just rest while Hoss and I finish getting our gear packed.\u201d Ben started to rise, but was stopped when Joe covered his father\u2019s hand with his own.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

The boy had opened his eyes and Ben could see the fright in the deep wells that had filled with tears. His fingers entwined themselves with his son\u2019s.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cWhat\u2019s wrong, son?\u201d Ben asked softly, brushing back the wild locks of chestnut hair that had been plastered to his son\u2019s brow during the night.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m\u2026dying\u2026ain\u2019t I, Pa?\u201d Joe asked as the tears began to seep down the sides of his face.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Ben\u2019s heart lurched and he had to swallow. \u201cNo, you\u2019re not dying, son,\u201d Ben said with compassion, hoping that the fear that he felt was hidden from his son\u2019s eyes.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Ben saw how Joe\u2019s eyes searched his face. \u201cIt\u2019s alright, Pa\u2026I ain\u2019t afraid\u2026much,\u201d muttered Joe.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Ben swallowed again and felt the sting of tears in his own eyes. His son was dying, slowly and painfully, but he couldn\u2019t let Joe know that, he had to keep encouraging his son to fight.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cJoseph, there\u2019s no need to be frightened. You\u2019re not going to die, not if I can help it, do you understand? Now please, don\u2019t think like that. You have to try to hold on just a little longer, until we meet up with Adam, he\u2019ll have everything I need to help you, plus the doctor will be there as well,\u201d Ben told his son.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Joe\u2019s fingers released his father\u2019s, he was too weak to keep clinging to the gentle hand that had always been a soft and tender touch.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cOkay Pa\u2026I\u2019ll try\u2026but\u2026but, please\u2026don\u2019t be mad\u2026if I can\u2019t\u2026and Pa? Don\u2019t grieve for me\u2026please?\u201d sobbed Joe, his voice thick with emotion.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Ben felt as if his mouth had been stuffed with cotton, his tongue was thick and he could not force words to surface. He nodded his head and leaned down, placing a quick kiss to Joe\u2019s brow. When he raised his head, Joe\u2019s eyes were closed.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

By the time that Hoss and Ben had made Joe comfortable on the travois, Joe was sleeping soundly. Ben tucked the blankets about Joe and carefully affixed the ropes used to keep Joe from sliding off the makeshift carrier. Once Ben felt sure that Joe was as comfortable and safe as he could be, he motioned for Hoss to mount up.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

They made their way slowing along the winding path, following the river as they ambled along. They had been riding for quite sometime when Joe began to moan loudly and tug at the ropes that restrained him.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cWhoa,\u201d Ben jerked back on Buck\u2019s reins, pulling the horse to a sudden stop. Buck had barely stopped when Ben jumped from his horse and rushed to his son\u2019s mount and forced Cochise to stop as well. Ben rushed to his son\u2019s side.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cPa\u2026Pa\u2026\u201d Joe moaned frantically.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Ben knelt down, his hand gently brushing against Joe\u2019s cheek. \u201cShh\u2026it\u2019s okay, son, we\u2019re almost there, just\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cUp\u2026please\u2026I\u2026need to\u2026Ohhhh\u2026\u201d Joe began to weep openly. He thrashed his head from side to side and tried to move his arm upward to cover his face.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Hoss knelt on the opposite side and looked worriedly from his father to his brother. Quickly, to stop Joe from thrashing around his arms, he loosened the knots in the ropes. Joe\u2019s arm went directly to his face, using it to shield his embarrassment from his family.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cPa,\u201d whispered Hoss.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cI know Hoss\u2026Joe, it\u2019s okay, sweetheart, I\u2019ll get you cleaned up, don\u2019t cry,\u201d Ben tried to soothe his sobbing son.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cPa\u2026\u201d sobbed Joe, \u201cI\u2026tried to\u2026get up\u2026\u201d Joe\u2019s sobs were deep and heart wrenching and they tore at his father\u2019s heart.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Hoss swiped his hand across his own face and once Joe was freed from the ropes, he tenderly pulled Joe upward and helped him to stand.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s alright now Punkin, just let me and Pa take care of ya,\u201d muttered Hoss.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Joe continued to weep, he leaned his face into his brother\u2019s massive chest, one hand clinging tightly to his brother\u2019s vest and being sure to keep his face covered with his other hand as he hid his face from what he believed to be prying eyes.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Hoss\u2019 beefy hand covered the back of Joe\u2019s head as he kept it pressed against his heart.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cShh\u2026don\u2019t cry, Joe, it\u2019s okay, ya just sick and couldn\u2019t help it,\u201d whispered the big man with the tender heart.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cPlease\u2026\u201d sobbed Joe, \u201cdon\u2019t tell\u2026anyone\u2026please, Hoss\u2026please.\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cAw\u2026shucks, little brother, I ain\u2019t gonna tell nobody, not even ole Adam, I promise Short Shanks, now hush that there cryin\u2019 afore ya make me cry!\u201d assured Hoss.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

While Hoss held his brother, Ben stripped away the soiled blankets and dunked them up and down in the creek to wash out the mess. Hoss had finally gotten Joe to calm down and helped him strip and clean himself up.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Hoss shared his brother\u2019s embarrassment and kept his eyes turned so as not to fuel Joe\u2019s humiliation that he was so obviously feeling. Ben finished with the blankets and rolled them up, saving them to dry later. He rummaged through the supplies on the packhorse and found two more blankets that he used to wrap around Joe, who had begun to shiver violently.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cWe need to keep moving, Hoss. Joe, you ready to go son?\u201d Ben asked as he squatted down next to Joe who huddled in the blankets, trying to get warm.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Joe, the tears still moist on his face, refused to look at his father. Ben gently patted his son\u2019s back, understanding his son\u2019s self-consciousness.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cCome on, Joe, lets get you settled back down and we\u2019ll be on our way. Shouldn\u2019t take much longer,\u201d he explained as he took Joe\u2019s arm and Hoss took the other.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Joe turned his head when he was settled back onto the travois and closed his eyes. His head was pounding, his legs hurt and felt like rubber, his stomach churned and he feared a repeat of what had just happened. His mouth felt dry and he knew his temperature was still raging. As he felt the travois begin to move, Joe moaned softly.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u2018Please God\u2026don\u2019t let me\u2026die.\u2019<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Ben gave a sigh of relief when they had at last reached the grove of trees. He was somewhat dismayed that Adam had not yet gotten there, but nonetheless, he felt joyful that Joe had made it this far. Now, other than making his son comfortable, there was nothing more to be done, except wait.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Hoss had built a fire while Ben had taken Joe\u2019s soiled clothes and blankets and a bar of lye soap from their supplies, down to the river and washed them the best he could. Dusk had ascended upon them almost at the same time that they had arrival at the meeting place. The night air had grown cool and Ben hurried to hang the blankets near the fire in hopes that they would dry quickly, lest Joe need more to keep him warm.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Ben returned to the travois where Joe still slept and gazed down into his son\u2019s face. Ben was appalled by what he saw. Joe\u2019s flesh had turned ashen causing the complexion to appear gray. The sensitive area under Joe\u2019s eyes had darkened and formed black circles around his eyes. When Ben pressed his ear to Joe\u2019s chest to listen to his son\u2019s heartbeat, he was frightened at how rapid the organ beat its rhythm.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

When he looked up, he saw Hoss watching him and saw the accumulation of tears that shined in his blue eyes. Ben forced himself to smile at Hoss, and rested a heavy hand on the young man\u2019s shoulder.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cAdam should be here soon, Hoss, try not to worry.\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Hoss moved away from the tender touch and walked a short distance away. Ben allowed the boy his time alone, knowing that what Hoss feared most in his young heart, was the same fear that he himself was feeling as well. If Joe didn\u2019t get the proper medical care soon, within the next few hours, his life would end here, in the middle of no man\u2019s land. Ben gritted his teeth, fighting back his desire to break down and cry, for he had to stay strong, his son\u2026sons\u2026needed him.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Less than an hour later, Ben stood quickly to his feet. Hoss had heard the approaching wagon as well and moved to stand beside his father. As Adam guided the team into the light of the fire, Hoss clapped his hand against his father\u2019s back, smiling as relief washed over him.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cThank the good Lord!\u201d muttered Hoss as he hurried up to the wagon.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cHowdy, Adam,\u201d greeted Hoss, his smile spreading across his face.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Adam jumped from the seat and shook his brother\u2019s hand. He turned to his father, noting the forced smile on Ben\u2019s weary face.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cI tired to hurry, Pa\u2026how\u2019s Joe?\u201d inquired Adam as he began grabbing the needed articles from the back of the wagon and handing some to Hoss.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cI know you did son, and I thank you. Joe\u2019s sleeping for now, he\u2019s had a long hard day, and I\u2019m afraid, he\u2019s not doing too well right now,\u201d Ben said.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Adam glanced over to where he could see Joe lying on the travois. \u201cI brought everything that you asked for, and then some. I brought more blankets, clean clothes and as you can see, the wagon to get him home quicker.\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Adam had carried several parcels over close to the fire and sat them down. As he turned to go to Joe, he was stopped by his father\u2019s hand on his arm. Adam turned, glanced down at how tightly his father\u2019s fingers were squeezing his arm and then noted the worried expression that bore into his father\u2019s face.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cWhat\u2019s wrong?\u201d he asked cautiously.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cWhere\u2019s the doctor, Adam? Joe needs the doctor\u2026for God\u2019s sake, your brother is dying!\u201d Ben yelled and then realizing that he had voiced aloud his inner fear, he softened his voice.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cHe needs more than what I can do for him, Adam! Where is Paul?\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Adam cringed at the urgency he heard in Ben\u2019s voice and tried to avoid looking into the dark eyes that sought his. He was afraid to see the haunted and desperate look in the chocolate eyes.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cHe\u2019s on a call, Pa. He\u2019s not expected back until in the morning.\u201d Adam raised his head and peered into his father\u2019s eyes. \u201cI\u2019m sorry, Pa\u2026Mrs. Martin said she would send him immediately, just as soon as he got home.\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Ben took a deep breath and dropped his gaze. His eyes had pooled with tears and he lost what was left of his determination.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cWe can do it, Pa\u2026I know we can,\u201d whispered Adam as he placed both hands on his father\u2019s shoulders. \u201cJoe\u2019s depending on us\u2026come on\u2026you start mixing that poultice and I\u2019ll check on the boy.\u201d Adam squeezed the trembling shoulders tightly, forcing his father to look up at him.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

He saw the lone tear that slipped over the dam when Ben nodded his head. \u201cOf course, you\u2019re right. Let\u2019s get to work.\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Hoss stayed with Joe while Ben mixed together a concoction of the milk that Adam had brought along, the yoke of an egg, sugar and stirred in a few drops of brandy. Joe needed nourishment quickly and Hop Sing had long ago explained how quickly the mixture could bring new life to an ailing body.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Ben carried the cup carefully over to Joe. \u201cCan you get him to raise his head, son?\u201d he asked Hoss.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cSure, Pa. Come on short shanks, Pa\u2019s got ya somethin\u2019 good,\u201d Hoss claimed, but seeing the mixture, Hoss scrunched up his nose.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cOpen your mouth son and drink this. You\u2019ll feel better with something in your tummy,\u201d Ben issued as he placed the edge of the tin cup to Joe\u2019s lips.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Joe, more unconscious than conscious, obediently opened his mouth. When the first drop of formula touched his tongue, Joe tried to pull his head back, but Hoss held him gently but firmly.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cOh no ya don\u2019t, ya gotta drink this first,\u201d he calmly ordered his younger brother.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cYuk,\u201d muttered Joe as he began swallowing the mixture.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

It took several tries, but finally Ben had been able to coach his son into taking the entire cupful. Ben smiled and gently pushed back the same stray locks of hair that were forever falling out of place.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cGood boy, Joe,\u201d whispered Ben.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cHere Pa, I finished the porridge poultice,\u201d said Adam joining his father and brother at Joe\u2019s side. \u201cI dusted it good with that ground mustard, just like Hop Sing said to do.\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cGood.\u201d Ben took the poultice pack from his son and turned to Joe, moving away the blanket that covered his upper torso. \u201cJoe, this might get a mite warm, but it will help with the stomach cramps. Try to lie still, son.\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cHum\u2026\u201d groaned Joe and then flinched slightly when the heat from the poultice began its magic on his flesh.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Adam had moved away and in seconds returned with four more poultices, smaller than the first. \u201cHere, Hop Sing said to be sure to put these on the souls of his feet and the calves, it\u2019s to stop the spasms in his legs.\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Ben helped Adam adjust the poultices as Hop Sing had instructed and then covered Joe with warm blankets.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cPa, I told Doc\u2019s wife about Joe, and she sent these,\u201d Adam pulled a tiny vile from his vest pocket and placed it in his father\u2019s outstretched hand.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cWhat are they?\u201d Ben asked, pulling the miniature cork from the top opening and shaking the tiny pills out into the palm of his hand and then looking at Adam.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cThey\u2019re cholera pills. She said Paul has had great success using them in the past. She said if the laudanum mixture doesn\u2019t stay down, to use these. It says on the bottle to take two pills at first and one every half hour to relieve the pain in his stomach.\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cI didn\u2019t know Paul had anything like this. But first, I\u2019ll try mixing the laudanum. That at least might help him rest better.\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Ben rose and moved to the supply box and began digging through the contents until he found what he was looking for. Ben unfolded the paper that Hop Sing had sent along with instructions on how to mix the remedy.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cA table-spoonful with sixty drops of laudanum mixed into a glass of cold water,\u201d read Ben. \u201cWhew\u2026sixty drops? That\u2019s what it says\u2026\u201d he mused and grabbed the cup, for there was no glass. He poured the cup to the rim with cool water from his canteen and then carefully stirred in the required amount of laudanum.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cIf this fails to give relief, repeat with two spoonfuls with thirty drops of laudanum every half hour,\u201d read Ben aloud. \u201cSurely he meant teaspoonfuls\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Ben carried the cup and the tablespoon over to Joe. Joe was moaning loudly and both Adam and Hoss were trying to quiet the boy.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Worried, Ben fell to his knees, nearly spilling the precious medication. \u201cWhat\u2019s wrong?\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cHot\u2026hot\u2026\u201d whined Joe. \u201cBurns\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cTake the poultices off, its burning his skin,\u201d ordered Ben.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Adam pulled back the blanket and grabbed the poultice from his brother\u2019s stomach while Hoss quickly removed the ones on his brother\u2019s legs and feet.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cThere ya go little buddy,\u201d Adam said while caressing his brother\u2019s cheek. \u201cLet me hold your head up just a little, Pa has some more medicine for you.\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Joe began shaking his head from side to side, trying to free himself from Adam\u2019s hand.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cNooo\u2026\u201d he whined.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cJoseph, listen to papa, you have to take this\u2026it will make you feel better, son,\u201d ordered Ben gently.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Ben placed the tip of the spoon to Joe\u2019s lip, but as Joe struggled, the spoon was knocked from his father\u2019s hand.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cJoe, please, stop fighting me,\u201d Ben stated in a more authoritative voice which instantly brought Joe\u2019s struggling to an end.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s a good boy, now open your mouth for Pa,\u201d Ben said in a less demanding tone.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Joe\u2019s lips parted and this time Ben was able to empty the spoonful of medication into his son\u2019s mouth.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Ben smiled down at his son, whose eyes, though clouded, returned the look. \u201cIn a little while, if the cramps and the vomiting doesn\u2019t stop, I\u2019ll have to give you some more. But this should help you feel better son.\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Joe closed his eyes, barely able to nod his head in agreement.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019ll fix some fresh poultices, just in case,\u201d Adam said to his father. \u201cHoss, you keep him bathed off, he\u2019s still burning with fever.\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Twice more, before Joe fell into a deep, drug induced slumber, Ben repeated the laudanum treatments which, for the time being, seemed to stop the ill effects of the cholera.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

The night seemed as if it would never end, but at last from centuries of following the exact pattern, designed by the master of the universe, the stars melted away and the sun crept over the highest tips of the mountain peaks. Ben stood at the shoreline of Lake Tahoe, alone and silent as he watched the sun\u2019s rays cast their golden glow onto the water below. The water lapped gently at the shore, the sparkling crystals upon the surface of the water reminded Ben of diamonds as he marveled at the Lord\u2019s handiwork.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

His heart, heavy with despair and gloom, pounded deep within his chest. Joe had showed little or no improvement, his breathing over the last few hours had become labored and with each breath that his son struggled to suck in, his body weakened that much more. Ben was unaware of the tears that dampened his face as he stood solemnly, wondering why a God so supreme, which could create such majesty, could do nothing to ease a young man\u2019s suffering. For the first time in his life, Ben Cartwright questioned the Lord and Master of his life.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u2018Why Lord? What good would it do, to take him from me? I would not love or serve you any less; my heart would only ache from the emptiness his dying would leave behind. I would have to watch my sons go through life without the brother that you freely appointed to them nineteen years ago and I would have to explain why you chose to take Joseph from us. But how can I do that for them, when I cannot even understand why, myself? Lord, I\u2019ve lived my life the best I\u2019ve known how, I\u2019ve worked hard, and I\u2019ve tried to be fair and honest with my fellow man, and my family. I\u2019m not trying to tell you my virtues, you already know them and I know you are aware of my faults. What I\u2019m trying to say\u2026to ask\u2026only that you take me instead. Joseph is so young and full of life and has the makings of a fine man. The edges are somewhat rough still, but in time and with love and patience, he will one day become, a man that will leave his mark in this world. A man that I think even you would be proud of, I know I am. I\u2019ve never asked you for much, not even when you called my wives home to be with you, only strength to suffer through it. But I find my strength has slowly dwindled, as Joseph\u2019s life is ebbing away now. I\u2019m not sure anymore Lord, just how much more heartache I can stand. I know you promised never to put more upon us than what we are able to bear, but my cross is heavy Lord.\u00a0\u00a0 I\u2019ve stumbled along the way, and I fear that if you take my child, I shall never rise above it, for I would prefer death to life without my son. I am asking now\u2026if you must, a soul to claim, then take mine\u2026I offer my life for my son\u2019s, willingly, so that he might live.\u2019<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Ben brushed away the dampness at last and glanced up once more at the sun. He felt the warmth of the rays as they washed over his body. The sun became so radiant that Ben was forced to shield his eyes from the brilliance. All around him the forest had fallen silent and it was as if he were alone in the world standing in the presence of God. Ben felt his body tremble yet he was far from being cold. The sparrows hushed their singing, a rabbit hid himself from the burning light and Ben dropped to his knees, humbled, his head bowed in reverence, and slowly, he began to pray.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u2018Forgive me Lord. Not my will, but Thine be done.\u2019<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Ben sensed, rather than felt, the hand that gently touched his head. \u201cArise Benjamin, for thou has found favor with God. Because of thy unselfish love, this day, thy son shall live.\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Ben slowly stood to his feet, his body quivered as he tilted his head upward. The sun blinded his vision and Ben was forced to drop his head to prevent his eyes from being blinded by the gentle radiance.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Ben blinked and when he raised his head, the sun still shone brightly, but the warmth and soft illumination of light was gone. Ben rubbed his eyes, not sure of what had just transpired, but felt lighter, as if the burden of Joe\u2019s pending death had been lifted from his shoulders.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cPA! PA!\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

The sound of his name being shouted drove Ben from his musings as he began running back toward the camp. The worst of his fears lingered within his heart as he crashed through the brush.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u2018Joe has died, Joe has died,\u2019 his mind declared.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u2018Joseph lives, Joseph lives,\u2019 his heart sang softly.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

By the time that Ben broke through to the edge of the clearing where they had set up camp, he was unsure what nemesis awaited him. He stopped, practically stumbling over his own two feet, staring across the fire that separated him from his youngest son.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

The care-worn father took another step, and then another until he stood before Adam and Hoss. The pair of brothers blocked him from seeing his youngest son. Adam glanced at Hoss and smiled, Hoss returned the smile and as one, they moved aside, revealing their brother to their father.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cHi ya, Pa,\u201d Joe muttered in a weak voice.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Ben took one last step and dropped to his knees, gathering the boy into his arms and drawing his son to his heart.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cJoseph\u2026Joseph\u2026oh Joseph,\u201d repeated Ben.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Tears of relief and happiness began to slowly roll down his cheeks to the end of his chin where they dripped unnoticed onto the top of the chestnut curls.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Hoss wiped away his own tears while Adam brushed his hand down the length of his face to give himself time to mask his emotions.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cLooks like I\u2019m not needed here,\u201d a voice from behind them called.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Paul walked slowly to the other side of the camp and smiled at his friends.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Hoss clamped his hand down onto the doctor\u2019s shoulder smiling broadly while Adam stood silently, watching the love that flowed between his father and his youngest brother. His heart sang praises to the angels whom he knew must surely have been standing protectively over his brother throughout the long ordeal.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Ben glanced up and gave the physician a welcoming smile.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cHe just woke up,\u201d Ben proclaimed. \u201cIt was a miracle\u2026an answer to prayer,\u201d confessed the overjoyed father.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m glad Ben. My wife told me that you suspected cholera\u2026at its worst.\u201d Paul Martin lowered himself and his black satchel to the ground on the other side of Joe.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cDo you think that you could let go of him\u2026for just a minute so that I can check him over?\u201d smiled the doctor.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t know, I rather like holding on to him,\u201d laughed Ben softly.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

He turned Joe\u2019s face up to his, \u201cWhat do you think son, should I let him look you over?\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Joe grinned mischievously. \u201cI\u2019m not sure\u2026I sorta like you holding me like this.\u201d Joe suddenly became serious. \u201cIf I let him do his checking, will you come back and\u2026\u201d his voice faltered and he gulped.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019d love too,\u201d whispered Ben.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Paul took only a short time to deem his patient\u2026or rather Ben\u2019s patient, fix to travel. He patted Joe\u2019s shoulder as he rose to his feet.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cTake it slow and easy, young man. You have a long ways to go before you are well, and the minute you get home, I expect you to go straight to bed\u2026and stay there until I tell you otherwise!\u201d glared the doctor.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cI will\u2026I promise,\u201d smiled Joe weakly.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Paul nodded his head and then turned to Ben. \u201cMake sure you get him home today, preferably before dark.\u201d The physician climbed slowly into his buggy. \u201cMake him stay in bed, Ben\u2026or I\u2019ll hold you responsible.\u201d Paul laughed and clicked to his horse.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Ben said his thanks and hurried back to his son. Adam and Hoss began breaking camp and left their father and brother alone with one another.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cI cain\u2019t hardly believe that he\u2019s gonna be alright, big brother,\u201d Hoss said as he began packing their supplies.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Adam glanced over his shoulder and then smiled at Hoss, nodding his head in Joe and Ben\u2019s direction. \u201cNeither can I, Hoss, but look.\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Hoss gazed in the direction of his family members and then smiled broadly. \u201cAin\u2019t that a purty sight?\u201d he laughed softly.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Ben sat next to Joe, their legs stretched out before them, and his arm draped protectively across Joe\u2019s back. Joe had leaned over, resting his head on his father\u2019s shoulder, Ben\u2019s fingers lightly caressing his son\u2019s face while they talked softly.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cYeah, Hoss, it\u2019s quite a sight, Papa Cartwright and his baby. Guess some things never change, do they?\u201d Adam said.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

When he turned away, his face hidden from his middle brother\u2019s view, Adam quickly dabbed at the tears that had so surprisingly filled his eyes. He wouldn\u2019t cry he scolded\u2026there was no need, the crisis had past and he need not worry about being strong, not until the next time.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

THE END<\/strong><\/p>\n

JULY 1, 2003<\/strong><\/p>\n

Dedicated to the memory of Michael Landon. \u00a0<\/em>Though he\u2019s gone, he certainly is not forgotten.<\/em><\/p>\n

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