{"id":12316,"date":"2004-02-14T17:14:46","date_gmt":"2004-02-14T22:14:46","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/bonanzabrand.info\/library\/?p=12316"},"modified":"2026-07-31T08:42:04","modified_gmt":"2026-07-31T12:42:04","slug":"the-empty-box-by-debbieb","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/bonanzabrand.info\/library\/?p=12316","title":{"rendered":"The Empty Box (by DebbieB)"},"content":{"rendered":"

Summary:<\/strong>\u00a0 When word reaches Ben and Joe telling them that Hoss has been murdered, father and son must each learn to deal with their own grief.\u00a0 A journey to retrieve their loved one’s body leads them to an empty box and two missing brothers instead of just one.\u00a0 Where’s Adam?<\/p>\n

Rated:\u00a0 <\/strong>G (18,540 words)<\/p>\n

The Empty Box<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Ben stood before the roaring fire. His entire body trembled as he stared blankly at the paper clutched in his hands. Behind him, Joe watched, waiting for his father to turn around and acknowledge that he was still there.<\/p>\n

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\u201cWhat does it say, Pa?\u201d Joe said, moving closer.<\/p>\n

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It was then that the young man noticed the trembling of his father\u2019s body. Frightened, Joe placed his hand on his father\u2019s shoulder.<\/p>\n

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\u201cPa?\u201d he whispered. \u201cWhat\u2019s wrong?\u201d Joe asked, his own voice beginning to quiver.<\/p>\n

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Ben turned slightly toward his youngest son. His large brown eyes were wide and had filled with tears. When he blinked, the collected moisture slipped over the rims of his eyes and rolled slowly downward.<\/p>\n

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Joe, his own eyes filled with apprehension, took the telegram from his father\u2019s fingers. His eyes remained fixed on his father\u2019s expression a moment longer before looking down at the written words. He quickly scanned the message, drew in his breath in shock, and glanced up once more at his father.<\/p>\n

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Ben had turned away, unable to meet the hazel eyes that he knew would instantly fill with unasked questions.<\/p>\n

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\u201cPa\u2026this has to be a mistake\u2026or some kind of sick joke\u2026surely,\u201d stammered Joe, his quivering voice barely louder than a soft murmur.<\/p>\n

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Joe read the telegram a second time, still not wanting to believe the message. He moved closer to his father, standing behind Ben. He heard his father sigh deeply, and when Ben turned around to face his son, Joe could see that his father\u2019s heartbreak had reached full proportion.<\/p>\n

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Joe\u2019s chin began to quiver in earnest as he fought against the anguish that threatened to spill forth. As predicted, his eyes filled with tears; he opened his mouth to say something but the only word that escaped from the back of his throat was a piteous cry of sorrowfulness.<\/p>\n

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\u201cNO!\u201d he screamed, falling into his father\u2019s arms.<\/p>\n

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Ben immediately wrapped his arms about his sobbing son as each clung desperately to the other. Ben\u2019s own tears dripped down the front of his face, falling noiselessly into the thick mass of chestnut curls that he held pressed against his chest. For several long moments, father and son cried for the sudden and unexpected loss that had all at once filled their lives. They stood locked in disbelief of how the few simple words, scribbled on a wrinkled piece of paper, had affected their lives. Life as they had known it, only minutes before the telegram had been delivered, would never be the same. Life, without Hoss would forever leave a gapping hole in their lives that could never be filled.<\/p>\n

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\u201cPa?\u201d Joe called softly from the doorway.<\/p>\n

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He had his hat already on his head, his gun and holster was strapped to his hip. He closed the front door behind him and moved through the room to the fireplace where Ben had been standing all morning, staring into the ashes, for the fire had been extinguished.<\/p>\n

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\u201cPa, everything\u2019s ready\u2026are you?\u201d Joe asked, almost timidly. \u201cWe need to get going.\u201d<\/p>\n

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Ben had been extremely quiet all morning. He had moved about the house as if in a daze, hardly speaking to those who had gathered to offer their condolences. Breakfast had been pushed aside; nary a bite had been eaten, for Ben had claimed a loss of appetite.<\/p>\n

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Joe had worried about his father. To see the man he most admired; reduced to the heartbroken, defeated man he now resembled, added more heartache to the one making the observation. Joe had cried himself out the night before. By morning, his head was pounding, his eyes red-rimmed and the emptiness in his heart ached like no other pain he had ever before felt, nor ever wished to feel again.<\/p>\n

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He had yet to resign himself to the fact that his brother was gone, that Hoss would never again be home\u2026or at least not as before. The gentle giant was coming home, for Joe and his father were about to embark on a journey to fetch the tenderhearted giant back, to where he belonged, back to the land he loved, and so obviously was a part of.<\/p>\n

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Joe had forced himself to put aside his own grief, for his father\u2019s sake. He had seen Ben age over the last few hours in a way that frightened his youngest son. Joe feared for his father\u2019s well being and for his state of mind. Mostly, Joe feared that Hoss\u2019 death might very well be the cause of his father having an emotional breakdown.<\/p>\n

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Joe remembered how his father had silently grieved when Adam had chosen to go away for good, to live his life elsewhere, other than on the ranch Ben had built from nothing, for his sons. He had prayed that Ben would have the strength to move beyond his current sorrowfulness, but it was too soon to expect such results. Days of mourning and gloom lay ahead for them both. They would go to Placerville, together, and retrieve their loved one\u2019s body and return Hoss to his home, to be buried beside the step-mother that he had adored and loved as his own mother.<\/p>\n

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Joe had been so wrapped up in his own thoughts that he had failed to hear his father speak his name. It was only the soft touch to his arm that jarred him from his pondering.<\/p>\n

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\u201cJoseph, I\u2019m ready son, if you are,\u201d Ben said with little emotion.<\/p>\n

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\u201cWhat? Oh\u2026I\u2019m sorry Pa,\u201d Joe said, offering a forced smile.<\/p>\n

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Ben collected his hat from the peg behind the door and placed it firmly on his head. He strapped on his gun and holster and as Joe opened the front door, Ben stepped out into the morning sun.<\/p>\n

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The air was cool, and the scent of pine hung heavy in the air. Ben paused at the edge of the porch and inhaled deeply, letting his breath out slowly. Joe stopped beside his father, placing a hand on Ben\u2019s shoulder. The father glanced at his son, noted the telltales signs around the hazel eyes that told of the boy\u2019s grief.<\/p>\n

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Ben forced himself not to turn from the sadness that shone from Joe\u2019s eyes, for the heartache he witnessed on his youngest son\u2019s face was almost more than he could bear to see.<\/p>\n

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\u201cWe\u2019ll get through this Joseph,\u201d Ben muttered in a low voice. \u201cI\u2019m not sure how\u2026but we will.\u201d<\/p>\n

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Ben saw Joe swallow and nod his head. The hazel eyes clouded with tears that threatened to spill over.<\/p>\n

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\u201cHe wouldn\u2019t want us to grieve,\u201d Joe whispered in a voice choked with emotion.<\/p>\n

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\u201cNo\u2026no, Hoss wouldn\u2019t want us to do that, son.\u201d<\/p>\n

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Joe\u2019s chin began to quiver. He made a sniffling sound with his nose.<\/p>\n

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\u201cThen we\u2019ll try not too. But I\u2026I\u2026\u201d Joe had a hard time swallowing back the grief he felt rising to the surface.<\/p>\n

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Ben placed a loving hand on Joe\u2019s arm, \u201cYou what, Joe?\u201d<\/p>\n

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\u201cI already miss him so dang bad\u2026I tried to think what it would be like, with him gone\u2026but I can\u2019t seem to visualize it. Hoss has always been here\u2026been here for me\u2026for you\u2026for all of us. He\u2019s such a part of this place, Pa, it\u2019ll never be the same without him.\u201d<\/p>\n

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Joe\u2019s voice cracked as he fought against succumbing to his sorrow that he thought he could put aside. How wrong had he been, to think that it would be so easy!<\/p>\n

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\u201cWhat\u2026what are we gonna do, Pa?\u201d<\/p>\n

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The well of tears was too full, and one by one, they dripped over the rims.<\/p>\n

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\u201cI don\u2019t know if I can\u2026do this\u2026oh Pa!\u201d<\/p>\n

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Ben encircled the sobbing boy with both arms and pulled Joe to him. He struggled with his own tears, knowing in his heart that no matter how many tears he shed, there would never be enough to bring back into their lives, the one for whom they wept.<\/p>\n

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For Joseph, this was the first real loss that he had experienced as an adult. In fact it was the first family death since the demise of his mother. Joe had only been a child when Marie had died and had not fully understood the concept of death, but now, as a young man, Joe was being exposed to an inner hurt so intense that it could very well destroy him. For the death and grief of someone whom you loved as Hoss and Joe loved one another, could very well be the breaking point in a young man\u2019s life.<\/p>\n

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Ben pushed aside his own grief, for wasn\u2019t he a seasoned veteran of agony and loneliness? His concern now was for his youngest son, and helping Joe through, what Ben considered, one of the hardest times in his young life.<\/p>\n

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Ben\u2019s fingers entwined themselves amid the thick curls.<\/p>\n

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\u201cThat\u2019s it, son, cry it all out\u2026get it all out of your system,\u201d whispered Ben, glancing up toward heaven and whispering a silent prayer for God\u2019s mercy and grace at such times.<\/p>\n

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After several moments, Joe pulled back, brushing his hands across his face to dry the lingering dampness. He tried, but not too successfully, to smile.<\/p>\n

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\u201cI\u2019m sorry, Pa\u2026I just couldn\u2019t help it,\u201d Joe stammered. \u201cI thought I\u2019d cried it all out last night, guess I was wrong,\u201d he said in a sad voice.<\/p>\n

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\u201cDoesn\u2019t matter. Crying is good for the soul, it purges it of the sorrow\u2026at least for the time being.\u201d<\/p>\n

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Ben still had both hands on Joe\u2019s shoulders. \u201cJoseph, never be ashamed of your tears, son. To cry for the loss of your brother only shows others how deeply you felt for him.\u201d<\/p>\n

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Joe nodded his head. \u201cI\u2019m not ashamed, Pa\u2026I\u2019m angry\u2026I\u2019m hurting\u2026and I promise you this much\u2026when I find the man or men, who killed my brother, I\u2019m going to\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

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Ben\u2019s eyes immediately grew dark and his fingers squeezed firmly into the flesh of Joe\u2019s shoulders.<\/p>\n

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\u201cYou\u2019ll do nothing\u2026do you hear me? Nothing! This is a job for the law, and we will let them deal with this matter\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

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\u201cBut Pa\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

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\u201cNo buts, young man\u2026I want you to promise me, right here and now, that when the persons responsible for your brother\u2019s death is found\u2026you will not raise a hand against them! Promise me now, give me your word of honor\u2026or I go without you!\u201d Ben said in a tone that spoke of both his own anger and his own deep desire to do exactly as Joe wished to do.<\/p>\n

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Joe lowered his head, unable to meet the ebony eyes that scrutinized his face. Joe felt as if his father could read his mind. When he hesitated, Ben gently shook the boy.<\/p>\n

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\u201cJoseph!\u201d<\/p>\n

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\u201cI promise,\u201d he said in a near inaudible voice.<\/p>\n

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Ben leaned his head down just enough to look up at his son\u2019s face.<\/p>\n

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\u201cI didn\u2019t hear you,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n

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Joe raised his head, his own eyes dark with passion.<\/p>\n

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\u201cI said, I promise, alright?\u201d Joe\u2019s voice softened as he glanced into his father\u2019s worried eyes. \u201cCan we go now\u2026the sooner we get there, the sooner we\u2019ll know exactly what happened?\u201d<\/p>\n

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Ben turned Joe toward the waiting wagon and gently guided him in that direction.<\/p>\n

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\u201cI agree. Are you alright now, son?\u201d<\/p>\n

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Joe bobbed his head up and down. \u201cAs fine as I can be, how about you?\u201d<\/p>\n

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Ben climbed up into the seat of the wagon and picked up the reins. He waited for Joe to settle himself in next to him on the hard-boarded seat and then turned toward his son.<\/p>\n

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\u201cWe still have each other, son. We aren\u2019t finished as a family yet!\u201d<\/p>\n

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\u201cAnd Adam, let\u2019s not forget older brother,\u201d Joe said as his father clicked to the team.<\/p>\n

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\u201cOf course not. Just because he doesn\u2019t live here with us anymore, doesn\u2019t discount him as family. By the way, Joe, did you send him a telegram?\u201d Ben asked.<\/p>\n

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\u201cI had Hank ride in with one first thing this morning,\u201d answered Joe.<\/p>\n

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Joe turned his head, glancing off into the horizon. Thoughts of his oldest brother\u2019s reactions, when he read the telegram informing him of Hoss\u2019 death, filtered through his mind. He sighed deeply, regretting that Adam would be alone when he got the news. Joe glanced at his father, glad that he had the man beside him to help shoulder the burden, for their loss was a heavy cross to bear. Neither father nor son were aware that at the moment, each were silently making themselves a promise to put aside their own grief in order to be strong for the other.<\/p>\n

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Adam wiped his hand across his face and took a deep breath to still the churning of his stomach. He walked to the window and pulled aside the heavy drapes that shielded the hot sun from the room. As he leaned down to pull the window open wider, he noticed that his hand trembled a bit more than slightly; in fact it shook.<\/p>\n

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For several long moments, he stood before the raised window, allowing the sun\u2019s rays to coat his face. He basked in the warmth that saturated into his flesh. In the air there lingered the scent of roses and gardenias. The roses were faint; their delicate perfume almost overpowered by the strong fragrance of the white gardenias that bloomed just below his window. Adam looked out across the fields of grass and the hundreds of head of cattle that grazed peacefully and suddenly, his heart yearned for home, and for his father. His sigh was deep as he lowered his head, thinking of the brother that was now, no more.<\/p>\n

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Alone in his room, without the eyes of prying observers, Adam felt the rush of tears that converged upon his eyes. There was no one to watch, no one who might think of him as weak or unmanly should they see him cry. He had no one, other than himself to hear the heart wrenching sobs that poured forth from deep down within his gut. Hands that trembled, covered his face as he all but fell backward, into a sitting position, onto the bed and let his grief commence forth.<\/p>\n

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His weeping was soft, almost reverent as he mourned the brother with whom he had shared his childhood and young adult life. He cried for what had once been, and for what would never be, again. In his sorrow, Adam wept for what he had missed during the year since he had left home, for regret of not having been there for his father and younger brother in their time of need. Adam cried until he felt as if his eyes would never again be able to shed tears of any sort, happy or unhappy.<\/p>\n

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The grieving man lay back against the pillow, closing his eyes, only to rest. When he woke, hours later, it was dark within the walls of his room. He stared for several moments at the ceiling, wondering if it had all been a nightmare. With a smidgeon of hope in his heart, Adam pulled himself upright and lit the lamp. On the bed next to his pillow was the crumpled piece of paper that had sent the arrow of remorse into his heart. Angrily, he snatched the paper from the bed and wadded it tightly, into a ball. Screaming out in anguish, he flung the paper across the room, bouncing if off the wall on the opposite side.<\/p>\n

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His hand brushed down his face as he drew in a deep breath, feeling as if he were smothering. Silently Adam walked to the closet, opening the door and pulling out his satchel. He wouldn\u2019t need much, just a change or two of clothing, his shaving articles, a few personal items and a book to read while in route to meet his family. Briefly, Adam wondered about the book, would he be able to concentrate, could he focus his mind on anything other than this ache in his heart? He\u2019d have to try, he\u2019d have to prepare himself for meeting his father and younger brother; he\u2019d have to be ready to be strong\u2026for them.<\/p>\n

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It was late when the wagon rolled into town. Few people were on the street at such a late hour and it was up to Ben and Joe to find the livery stable on their own. Joe pulled the team to a halt at the end of one long street and glanced down one side and then the other.<\/p>\n

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\u201cGuess we\u2019ll just have to move along until we spot it,\u201d he told his father.<\/p>\n

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Ben had been quiet for a long spell, speaking only when Joe had asked something that required an answer from him. Now Ben pulled himself straight and pointed down the street.<\/p>\n

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\u201cShould be on the main street. Since it doesn\u2019t seem to be on this end, try the other,\u201d Ben ordered.<\/p>\n

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Joe clicked to the team and headed to the far end. Much to his relief, the livery was about mid-way of the street, just as suspected. He yanked back on the reins and tied them off to the break before jumping down.<\/p>\n

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\u201cYou sit still, Pa, I\u2019ll see if there is anyone around,\u201d Joe suggested.<\/p>\n

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Ben shook his head no and climbed down from the wagon as well. Reaching into the back, he grabbed their personal items and turned to Joe.<\/p>\n

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\u201cYou tend to the horses, son, I\u2019m going over to the hotel and get us a room. I don\u2019t know about you, but I\u2019m bushed\u2026and hungry,\u201d Ben said, forcing a small smile.<\/p>\n

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Joe returned the smile, glad to hear that his father had an appetite again. Two days on the road having to eat beans and jerky was enough to give any man a hunger for some good home cooked food.<\/p>\n

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\u201cI hope we can find something decent to eat, this late,\u201d Joe said.<\/p>\n

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\u201cMaybe the hotel has a dinning room, if not, we can always go down to the saloon and get a steak. A nice cold beer would go well right now, too. You hurry and I\u2019ll wait for you at the hotel,\u201d Ben said, heading down the street.<\/p>\n

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Joe watched for a moment as Ben made his way down the boardwalk and disappeared from sight. He turned to the door and pounded, calling out for the stable boy. A young man who looked as if he had just been awakened answered his call a short time later.<\/p>\n

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\u201cWhat you do want?\u201d the stable boy asked in a not so friendly tone.<\/p>\n

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\u201cI want to bed down my team,\u201d Joe answered, becoming slightly agitated.<\/p>\n

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\u201cDo you know how late it is?\u201d the boy demanded.<\/p>\n

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\u201cI\u2019m well aware of the hour. Look mister, I\u2019ll pay you double, for tonight if you\u2019ll just bed down my team and see to my wagon. I\u2019ve been on the move for two days and I\u2019m tired and hungry and want a nice hot bath. What\u2019ll you say?\u201d<\/p>\n

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The boy seemed to be thinking and then finally nodded his head in agreement. Yanking hard on the door, the young man pulled it wide. He then extended his hand forward, waiting for Joe to drop the coins into his opened palm.<\/p>\n

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Joe pressed his lips tightly together and dug in his pocket for the correct amount and then dropped them one at a time into the man\u2019s waiting hand.<\/p>\n

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\u201cThere\u2026that should cover it. Make sure you rub them down good; they\u2019re as tired as I am. Thanks, I\u2019ll be back tomorrow sometime,\u201d said Joe, as he turned to follow the same path as his father had taken.<\/p>\n

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Joe paused, turning back. \u201cWhere\u2019s the undertaker\u2019s?\u201d<\/p>\n

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The man looked up, puzzled and then laughed, making a snorting sound through his nose.<\/p>\n

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\u201cWhat\u2019cha want with the undertaker\u2019s?\u201d he asked.<\/p>\n

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Joe sighed at the man\u2019s question, but refrained from making a snappy retort. Instead he explained.<\/p>\n

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\u201cI\u2026or rather, my father and I, are here to pick up my brother\u2019s body. We\u2019re taking him home to bury,\u201d Joe said as the sadness washed over him once more.<\/p>\n

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\u201cYa brother? What happened to\u2019em?\u201d the noisy man questioned.<\/p>\n

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\u201cWe\u2019re not sure,\u201d Joe said, his agitation beginning to show. \u201cJust tell me where I can find the undertaker\u2019s.\u201d<\/p>\n

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\u201cDown the street, about half a block and turn right. Second building on the left.\u201d<\/p>\n

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\u201cThanks,\u201d Joe said, turning to leave.<\/p>\n

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\u201cHey mister.\u201d<\/p>\n

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Joe stopped, taking a deep breath before turning to face the stable boy.<\/p>\n

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\u201cYeah?\u201d<\/p>\n

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\u201cWhat was ya brother\u2019s name?\u201d<\/p>\n

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The boy moved closer into the light. Joe noted the strange look the younger man wore but in his weariness, paid no further attention.<\/p>\n

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\u201cHoss\u2026Hoss Cartwright, why?\u201d Joe asked.<\/p>\n

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Joe could have sworn that the boy paled, but in the soft light he couldn\u2019t be sure.<\/p>\n

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\u201cNo\u2026reason\u2026hmm\u2026guess I\u2019d better get them horses\u2026hmm\u2026tended to,\u201d the stable boy stammered. \u201cNight,\u201d he called as he pulled the barn door closed.<\/p>\n

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Joe stood in the darkness for a moment, slightly taken back by the boy\u2019s sudden departure. Down the street he could hear the sounds of laughter coming from the saloon. He quickened his steps, remembering that his father was waiting for him at the hotel, to join him for dinner.<\/p>\n

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Joe found Ben sitting in the lobby. His father had nodded off and was snoring softly. Joe hated to rouse his father, but he couldn\u2019t spend the night sleeping in the hotel lobby, which left Joe with no other recourse but wake Ben up. Gently he put his hand on his father\u2019s shoulder and shook.<\/p>\n

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\u201cPa\u2026Pa\u2026wake up,\u201d Joe said in a voice low enough not to attract attention from the other patrons who walked through to the dinning area, that was still opened.<\/p>\n

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\u201cHmm?\u201d Ben opened his eyes and looked up. \u201cOh,\u201d smiled Ben, \u201cI must have dozed off.\u201d<\/p>\n

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\u201cYou\u2019re really tired, aren\u2019t you Pa?\u201d Joe asked with concern.<\/p>\n

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\u201cYes, but I\u2019ll be alright. You hungry? They\u2019re serving until mid-night.\u201d Ben informed his son.<\/p>\n

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Ben stood to his feet and stretched. \u201cCome on, let\u2019s eat and then we can go upstairs. The clerk said he\u2019d have us each a hot bath waiting for us.\u201d<\/p>\n

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\u201cSounds good. I\u2019m so hungry I could eat a whole side of beef,\u201d Joe said, smiling and feeling the temporary relief of his burden.<\/p>\n

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Ben nodded his head, placing his arm across Joe\u2019s shoulders. \u201cThere is only one man I know of who can actually eat a side of beef and that\u2019s your brother, Ho\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

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Ben, his laughter subsiding, glanced at Joe. \u201cI\u2019m sorry son\u2026I didn\u2019t mean\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

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Joe had stopped and turned to his father. \u201cIt\u2019s alright, Pa\u2026it helps to talk about him. We can\u2019t start acting like he was never a part of us\u2026he would want us to remember him\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

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\u201cYou\u2019re right, of course. Come on son, lets eat,\u201d Ben smiled again, though it was only superficial, for there was no gladness in his heart nor any shine in his eyes, for his joy of life had been temporarily stamped out.<\/p>\n

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Adam closed the book. It was no use; he just could not keep his thoughts focused on the words. He was aware that he had turned half a dozen of the golden embossed pages, yet he had no idea what he had just read. It seemed as if the words went into his mind and right out the top of his head, and the constant chatter of the lady who sat across from him, did nothing to help his concentration.<\/p>\n

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His head was beginning to pound and Adam wished for nothing more than the peace and quiet from which he had departed. He had enjoyed his stay in Paradise. The ranch where he had been residing and working, lay at the tip end of Lake Oroville where the waters from Lake Almanor drained downward along the North Fork Feather River. The land was fertile and rich and Adam had been hired to construct a bridge across the river to provide the owner with easier access to other fields flowing in golden wheat. It was the first time since having gone away to college that Adam\u2019s education was challenged by something other than what he tended to back home, on the Ponderosa. He had thrived, and had felt an uplifting of his spirits by the opportunity. And, reasoned Adam, he had not been so far from home that he could not visit, had he a mind to do so. But a whole year had passed, and he had yet to return home, now, sitting in the hot coach, listening to the non-stop banter of the talkative woman, he yearned for not only his home, but his family as well.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Adam gazed out the window; they would be stopping soon, in Grass Valley, the halfway point. With any luck, the woman\u2019s journey would end and he could continue in peaceful solitude for the rest of the way to Placerville, where he was to meet his father and Little Joe. He wondered how his father was holding up, and Joe, Adam wondered how his little brother would bare the loss; for Adam knew that his middle brother and his youngest brother had been very close. Adam almost snickered, thinking about the two, for his father had often remarked that Hoss and Joe must have been joined at the hip, for usually where one was, the other was close by. His heart ached for both his brother and his father, for he knew they would feel the loss so much more than he, for the year of absence from his family had begun to sever the ties that had bound him so tightly that he had felt smothered. But with Hoss and Joe, it was different, they belonged together; they were one with the land and one with each other.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Adam sighed. He and Hoss had been close, confidents, friends, more than mere brothers and he had missed the big man fiercely. With Joe it had been different; true he missed the scamp, missed the boy\u2019s infectious laughter, his practical jokes, hell, he even missed the lad\u2019s hot temper, his spontaneous outbursts. Adam grinned, thinking about Joe, the boy had finally grown up, much to the relief of his family, and had become the man that Adam had always known lay lurking deep within the boyish exterior.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

When the stagecoach finally stopped, the woman\u2019s babbling ceased as well. He swung open the door and stepped down from the coach, glad to be in the warm sunshine once more. Adam offered his hand to the lady as she attempted to step down, smiled graciously and then bid her farewell.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cWe\u2019ll be staying the night here, mister,\u201d the driver called to Adam. \u201cDo ya want ya bag?\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cYes, please, if you don\u2019t mind,\u201d Adam called, glancing quickly around for the nearest hotel.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

The driver handed the satchel down to Adam and nodded his head toward the center of town.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cHotel\u2019s just across the street, we leave at 10 A.M. sharp. Be here on time or wait for the next stage,\u201d he informed Adam.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cThank you,\u201d Adam nodded and then stepped behind the stage and into the street, carefully making his way around oncoming buggies and wagons.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

He glanced around at his surroundings, taking in the people that milled about. Grass Valley was a small community; the town had one main street, a hotel, saloon, jailhouse, and the livery, a mercantile, a church at the far end of the street and several little shops in between. It was what he would consider, an out of the way type of place, rarely frequented by anyone of importance and giving the appearance of just the right place to be, should you not want to be pestered by too many people, which was exactly what Adam was wanting.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

He entered the hotel and was greeted by the clerk, who smiled a warm welcome.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cHowdy stranger,\u201d the clerk said, spinning the registry around so that Adam could sign in. \u201cJust passin\u2019 through?\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cYes, I\u2019ll be leaving first thing in the morning,\u201d Adam explained as he signed his name in the book. He glanced around the lobby. \u201cDo you have a dinning room? I\u2019m starved.\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cWell\u2026yes sir, but it ain\u2019t opened this late. If\u2019n ya want a good steak, try the Lazy Dog saloon, it\u2019s just a couple doors down and across the street\u2026Mister\u2026Cartwright,\u201d the clerk said, looking down to see who his newest guest would be. \u201cRoom 6, at the top of the stairs and down the hall to the right.\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

The clerk handed Adam the key.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cThank you,\u201d Adam muttered, picking up his satchel and taking the key in his other hand.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

He unlocked the door and pushed it opened. The heat that had lingered in the room hit him in the face as he stepped inside and closed the door behind him. Tossing his bag on the bed, Adam went straight to the window and unlocking it, pushed it open as far as the window would permit. He pulled back the drapes and secured them so that the evening breeze would have full access to the room. Adam lit the lamp, turning it down to the lowest point and walked out of the room. It was much too hot to remain inside until the room had time to cool off.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Back out on the street, Adam made his way toward the Lazy Dog saloon where he had been told he could get a good steak for a good price. He hoped so; he was hungry for it had been hours since his last meal. Breakfast hadn\u2019t done much to satisfy him, the biscuits were hard, the eggs runny and coffee cold. He shuddered and whispered a soft prayer, hoping that the steak he would order would be more filling.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Adam paused in the doorway, his eyes making a quick surveillance of the interior and of the small crowd of patrons. Eyeing a table in the back corner where he could be alone and unseen by observers, Adam make his way around the tables until he reached the corner. Putting his back to the wall, he pulled out the chair and sat down.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Almost immediately, a young woman, scantly dressed in a black and pink outfit, made her way over to him. She smiled, and Adam noted the blue hue of her eyes, the curve of her body and when she leaned down, afforded himself a grand view of her ample breasts.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cWhat\u2019ll it be, handsome?\u201d she smiled and batted her lashes, obviously flirting with him.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cSteak, a big steak. And fried potatoes and a nice cold beer,\u201d he answered, returning the smile.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cComin\u2019 right up, sweetie,\u201d she replied, lightly tapping the end of his nose with one long slender finger. She smiled down at him and then moved slowly away.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Adam\u2019s eyes roved up and down her body, his own body stirring with desire. He was lonely, though he hated to admit it, and it had been weeks since he had last indulged himself with the fairer sex. He continued to watch as the comely woman moved from table to table, occasionally glancing his way.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

A short time later she returned, carrying in her hands, his dinner. Carefully, so as not to dump the platter in his lap, she set his order down before him.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cWant some company?\u201d she cooed, not waiting for his answer as she pulled out a chair and made herself comfortable.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cReckon so,\u201d Adam said as he cut a bite of steak and placed it in his mouth. \u201cNot bad.\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cGavin\u2019s a good cook. Never had the first complaint,\u201d she bragged. \u201cMy name\u2019s Lucy, what\u2019s yours?\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Adam took a swig of his beer to wash down the bite of steak. \u201cAdam,\u201d was all he said, taking another bite.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cNice to meet you\u2026Adam.\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cSame here\u2026Lucy,\u201d he said, his eyes beginning to twinkle.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

She kept him company until he\u2019d finished his meal and then she cleaned away the mess. She leaned down close and whispered in his ear.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cSee ya later, hopefully,\u201d she muttered, turning to go.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

He started to reach out to her, but stopped himself. An overpowering feeling of despondency crept into his bones and he felt his body tremble as the fine hairs on the back of his neck seemed to stand on end. And then he heard it, the voice, so familiar, so alive\u2026so much like\u2026HOSS!<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cGoshdangit, Lucy\u2026where ya been hidin\u2019 ya self? I\u2019m plum near starved to death, ya got my dinner ready?\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Adam looked about the room, searching with his eyes as he shoved back his chair, knocking it to the floor in his haste to stand. There it was again\u2026clearer, louder, the voice, the hearty laughter that he knew so well.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m so hungry, I could eat half a steer!\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cHOSS!\u201d Adam shouted, spotting the big man standing brazenly in the doorway bigger than life.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

A hush fell over the room as Adam quickly made his way over to his brother. Adam could feel the rush of excitement as the adrenaline pumped through his veins. His relief at finding Hoss alive was overpowering him; his heart beat rapidly as it sang out his joy\u2026his brother was alive!<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cHOSS!\u201d he shouted a second time as he stood face to face with the one whom he had believed dead.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Adam quickly embraced the stunned man, who stood looking down at him as if he were seeing a total stranger. When Adam felt the rejection of his welcome, he pulled away, stunned by his brother\u2019s aloofness.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cDon\u2019t know who ya think I am mister, but I ain\u2019t him,\u201d the man laughed.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cHoss\u2026what\u2019s wrong with you? I know who you are\u2026but obviously you don\u2019t,\u201d Adam said, looking puzzled.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cHoss?\u201d the man laughed, glancing around at the folks watching. \u201cWhat kinda name\u2019s that?\u201d The man stepped around Adam in a way that made it clear to Adam that he had just been dismissed.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Stunned, Adam grabbed the man by the arm and spun him around. He reckoned that he might not be the brightest man alive, but he sure as hell recognized his own brother when he stood face to face to him.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cHold on just a minute, Hoss\u2026\u201d began Adam.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

The man thought to be Adam\u2019s brother, yanked his arm free from the stranger\u2019s grasp.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cI dun told ya\u2026I ain\u2019t this Hoss fella. Mine name\u2019s John\u2026John Carter. Now if\u2019n ya know what\u2019s good fur ya, ya\u2019ll leave me be!\u201d growled the giant of a man.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cNow you listen to me\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Adam never saw the fist coming at him until it was too late. He stumbled backward from the force of the blow and tumbled out the double swinging doors and into the street. Instantly he jumped to his feet and headed toward the half doors.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

The big man blocked his path. He stood tall, large beefy hands planted firmly on his hips as he glared menacingly at the dark stranger. Adam brushed the back of his hand across his lips, tasting the blood from the broken skin. He stared into the man\u2019s blue eyes, wanting to speak, but something about the way the giant looked at him, caused Adam\u2019s words to strangle themselves deep within his throat.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Instead, he picked up his hat, dusted it off and topped his head with it. He glanced up at the man and the group of gawking observers and without saying another word Adam turned and walked off down the street.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

For several moments afterwards, the big man stood on the boardwalk and watched as the dark stranger moved further and further away from him. He waited until the man who thought he knew him, had disappeared into the hotel and out of sight. A lump the size of coal formed in his throat, making it difficult for the man to speak. After swallowing half a dozen times, he sighed deeply, brushed his hand lightly over the front of his face and returned to the saloon and the girl who waited inside for him.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cJoseph, time to get up son, there\u2019s a lot to do today,\u201d Ben called from the doorway that separated his room from that of Joe\u2019s.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cOh\u2026it is morning already?\u201d groaned Joe, slowly rising and pushing back the covers. \u201cI only went to sleep a few hours ago,\u201d he said, standing barefooted, dressed only in his long john bottoms. He raised his arms high over his head and stretched.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cHey,\u201d he said, seeing his father through the opened door. \u201cYou\u2019re already dressed and shaven. How long have you been up?\u201d Joe called.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

The pitcher was filled with cool water, some of which he poured into the China basin and splashed on his face.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cAll night,\u201d said Ben, moving to the door and propping against the frame, watching Joe start to shave. \u201cI couldn\u2019t sleep\u2026I suppose I had too much on my mind.\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Joe glanced at his father\u2019s reflection through the mirror. \u201cI didn\u2019t sleep very well either, and what little I did sleep, I had these dreams about\u2026about Hoss\u2026\u201d Joe paused and turned around to face Ben, shaving lather still covered half his face.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cI kept seeing his face and he was grinning at me. He called my name and reached out his hand like he was waving at me and\u2026he kept repeating the same words over and over. It was spooky.\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Joe turned back to the mirror and finished shaving. His father moved further into the room and took a seat on the edge of the bed.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cI think I was afraid to sleep,\u201d muttered Ben.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cWhat do you mean?\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Ben pinched his lips tightly and lowered his head. \u201cI think I was afraid I\u2019d see his face as well\u2026and maybe in my sub-conscious mind I thought I might not be ready for that\u2026Joe, what was Hoss saying to you, in your dream?\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Joe slipped on his shirt and buttoned it up, tucking the tail into his trousers that he put on minutes earlier. He sat down on the only chair in the room and pulled on his socks and then his boots.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

The strange feeling that had consumed him the night before had washed over him again, and Joe gulped.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201c \u2018I\u2019ll be back, Joe\u2026I\u2019ll be back.\u2019 It was like he was trying to tell me something and every time I\u2019d reach out to him, he moved away, like he didn\u2019t want me to touch him.\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Joe\u2019s eyes took on a sad countenance and he turned his head away, not wanting to upset his father by the tears that had unexpectedly filled his eyes.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Ben moved to place his hat on his head, muttering softly so that Joe would not hear him. His heart ached something fierce and the emptiness he felt was almost overwhelming.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cIf only that were true\u2026if only\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Ben and Joe were just about ready to leave their room to go down to the lobby for breakfast. A soft but steady rap at the door caused the pair to exchange glances.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cWonder who that could be?\u201d Ben said, going to the door to answer the knock.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cHowdy,\u201d a man said. \u201cI\u2019m Sheriff Norton, you Ben Cartwright?\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Ben quickly made a sweeping glance of the man, noted the badge pinned over the man\u2019s heart. He nodded his head in response.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m Ben Cartwright. What can I do for you?\u201d Ben asked, as Joe joined his father at the door.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

The sheriff glanced around behind him, acting somewhat nervous and then glanced at both of the Cartwrights.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cMind if I come in\u2026I\u2019d like to talk to you, in private\u2026if\u2019n you don\u2019t mind?\u201d the sheriff explained, removing his hat.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Ben stepped aside, glanced questioningly at his son and then waved the sheriff in.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cHave a seat,\u201d offered Ben.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cNo thank you, I\u2019d just as soon stand,\u201d Norton said, watching Joe.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Ben saw the sheriff eyeing his son and quickly spoke up.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cThis is my son, Joseph,\u201d Ben introduced Joe to the sheriff.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

The sheriff took Joe\u2019s offered hand and shook it.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cNice to meet you, Joseph.\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cSame here\u2026what is it that you want to speak to us about?\u201d Joe asked, anxious to find out the reason for the unsuspected visit.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

The sheriff took a deep breath and let the air out slowly.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cSheriff Coffee wired me that you\u2019d be coming. I heard early this morning that you and your boy here, were in town\u2026the stable boy told me,\u201d he explained, seeing the silent exchange between father and son.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cI expect you\u2019ve come for your other son\u2019s body?\u201d he asked, almost reluctantly.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cYou understand correctly. We were just on our way out, in fact, we were headed over to the undertakers,\u201d Ben told the man.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Sheriff Norton gulped and lowered his head. \u201cUmm\u2026Mister Cartwright\u2026that won\u2019t be necessary,\u201d he stammered.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Joe\u2019s eyes widened and he glanced at his father, speaking before Ben had a chance to collect his thoughts. He turned to the official, a near scowl crossing his brow.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cWhy is that?\u201d he demanded.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

The sheriff gulped again and raised his head, looking Joe in the eye.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cCause your brother ain\u2019t there, that\u2019s why.\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Ben\u2019s brow furrowed as he came forward. His eyes had grown dark and the sheriff felt a measure of unease as he looked into the ebony eyes that glared at him.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cWhat do you mean, my son\u2019s body is not there? Just where is it?\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cGone\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cGONE!\u201d stormed Ben. \u201cWHAT DO YOU MEAN\u2026GONE?\u201d shouted Ben, turning to Joe as if his son could explain what the sheriff was trying to tell them.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cI mean\u2026gone\u2026as in not there anymore\u2026and\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Joe grabbed the front of the man\u2019s shirt and drew the sheriff\u2019s face into his own. Norton could feel the hot breath of the younger man and his unease increased.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cSomeone took the body\u2026the morning after your brother was kilt\u2026\u201d he stammered, trying to free his shirt from Joe\u2019s clutched fingers.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cWHAT!\u201d bellowed Ben, forcing himself between the sheriff and his youngest son.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Joe\u2019s hand slipped from the man\u2019s shirt and he stepped back, giving his father room to stand nose to nose with the sheriff.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cYou have about five seconds to tell me what in blazes is going on around here!\u201d Ben said in a low voice underlined with annoyance. His finger wiggled fiercely under the sheriff\u2019s nose.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Joe stood with his arms folded across his chest, a sick feeling deep down in his gut. He watched his father and wondered just how much more Ben would be forced to endure.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cThe next morning after your son was kilt\u2026someone broke into the undertaker\u2019s back room, where he had the boy all laid out, nice and proper like\u2026and stole the body\u2026don\u2019t know why anyone would do such a thing. Me and my deputy looked high and low, but as of yet, we ain\u2019t found no trace of your son\u2026and we ain\u2019t got no ideay who might have snatched the body\u2026or why,\u201d the sheriff explained.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Ben stood, stunned at the news. It was bad enough to have learned of his dear son\u2019s death, murder in fact\u2026now he was faced with more heartache. His son\u2019s body was missing and this man standing before him could give him no hope of even finding Hoss\u2019 body. He was infuriated; he turned from the man and stomped across the room, standing with his head bowed low and his back to the sheriff.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cSheriff,\u201d began Joe, \u201cdo you know who killed my brother\u2026and why?\u201d Joe asked, keeping an eye on his father, for Ben had not moved from the spot where he stood, nor had he spoken.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cI have a pretty good idea, I just can\u2019t prove it\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cWho was it?\u201d Joe said in a demanding tone.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cI said I have an idea\u2026I didn\u2019t say I knew for sure. Let me explain something to you, to both of you,\u201d the sheriff said as Ben turned around and joined Joe.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cYour brother got into town about noon on the day he arrived. I was standing at the window of my office and I saw him ride into town. I watched as he dismounted and went into Simon Quinn\u2019s office\u2026the lawyer.\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s right, he was here to be a witness in a murder trial,\u201d Ben injected the information into the conversation.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cYes I knew that, Simon Quinn informed me that he had a surprise witness\u2026well your son stayed there, at Quinn\u2019s office, for quite sometime before coming out. I saw him walk down the street and go into the saloon. That\u2019s the last time I saw him. The next morning, I was summoned to the back alley behind the saloon. That\u2019s where your son was\u2026he\u2019d been shot in the back\u2026\u201d the sheriff paused.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m sorry Mister Cartwright\u2026there was nothing that could be done for him\u2026he bled to death.\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Joe heard his father wince and saw Ben pinch his lips tightly and knew that his father was thinking of Hoss lying alone, bleeding, with no one to help him. He could picture it himself, in his own mind and he felt that same type of helplessness that he knew his father was feeling at the moment.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cI had him taken over to the undertaker\u2019s and began trying to find the person responsible, but so far I haven\u2019t found anything that would point to any one person.\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cMy son was to be the chief witness in a murder case against Lamar Sanderson\u2026could he have had anything to do with my son\u2019s death?\u201d Ben questioned.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cMister Cartwright\u2026believe me when I tell you that I believe Sanderson had everything to do with your son\u2019s murder, plus the murder of two more witnesses that were to testify against him\u2026but I have no proof, just a gut feeling,\u201d the sheriff explained.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Joe and Ben swapped startled expressions. Joe turned to glare angrily at the sheriff.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cAre you saying that two more men who were to testify against Sanderson\u2026has also been murdered?\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s right, Jed Black and Nell Corbin\u2026both were found murdered the night before the arraignment. Jed had been shot in the back, same as your brother, and Nell was strangled in his sleep,\u201d Norton told the Cartwrights.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cThe trial was put off and put off, had the whole town in an uproar\u2026what with the killings and all\u2026but now Sanderson\u2019s lawyer seems to be most anxious for the proceedings to begin. Without the three primary witnesses, it could be the fastest trial on record. There\u2019s nothing, or no one to point the finger of guilt at Sanderson. What I don\u2019t understand is, how did Sanderson and his men\u2026and possibly his lawyer\u2026know about your son? I didn\u2019t even know about him until I spoke with Quinn after your son left his office.\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Ben walked across the room for the second time and then paused, looking out the window.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cWell someone had to know,\u201d he muttered, turning around. \u201cMy son was killed because of what he knew\u2026by a person or persons working for the accused\u2026but why steal his body? What purpose does that serve?\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cI wish I could tell you, sir\u2026but I have no clue. The men I suspected of doing the killing for Sanderson, both had a sound proof alibi. The pair of hooligans, that\u2019s what I call\u2019em, were in my jail, visiting with Sanderson. I was witness to the fact.\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

The sheriff grunted his disgust and twisted his hat around in his fingers. \u201cI\u2019d have to swear to that, Mister Cartwright, in a court of law,\u201d he explained reluctantly.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cOf course you would,\u201d Ben said. \u201cIt\u2019s fortunate for them, to have the sheriff siding with the accused. It leaves things wide open then as to why my son really was murdered and who murdered him.\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cMaybe it was just a coincidence\u2026perhaps it might have been a robbery\u2026we did found his wallet laying next to him,\u201d the sheriff said.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cOr made to look as if he were robbed,\u201d Joe stated.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Ben stared at his son, as did the sheriff.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cWhat do you mean by that, young fella?\u201d the sheriff quizzed.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cSimple\u2026Sanderson had Hoss murdered to keep my brother from testifying against him. But the murder was made to look as if my brother was killed because he was robbed, to draw suspicion away from Sanderson and his men. Sanderson had his men visiting him while in jail and in your presence while a third man killed my brother. It\u2019s the perfect setup; all we have to do now, is find out who the third man is,\u201d Joe stated.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Ben placed his hand on Joe\u2019s shoulder, staring in disbelief.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cSon, I think you\u2019re right. What about you sheriff\u2026any idea who the third man could be?\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cNo sir, not a clue, Mister Cartwright, but I ain\u2019t afraid to ask. Let\u2019s go, I think it\u2019s time for me to have a little talk with Sanderson myself.\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Adam lurked within the dark shadows, hidden behind the stack of boxes placed upside down in the alley just down the street from the Lazy Dog Saloon. From his vantage point, on the opposite side of the street, Adam could easily make out who came and went to the local tavern. He had been standing in the same spot for about forty-five minutes before he saw the big man emerge from the establishment. Adam watched as the man paused just outside the doorway and glanced around him, as if he were looking for someone. When the man began making his way down the boardwalk, Adam followed along, being sure to stay well within the protection of the darkness.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Once, Adam\u2019s toe banged against a chair leaning against the wall of one building. He froze, not making another sound. Across the street, the man Adam knew as his brother stopped and pressed his large frame into the dark doorway of the building he stood in front of. For several moments, Adam held his breath until at last he could see the lone figure hurrying across the street, moving toward the hotel.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Adam waited until he saw Hoss enter the business and hurried his steps, only to pause and watch as Hoss lumbered up the stairs and around the corner. Quickly glancing at the clerk, who was busy with other matters, Adam took the steps two at a time. At the top, he stopped, peering around the corner just in time to see Hoss open a door at the end of the hall and disappear from sight.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Hurrying, Adam tiptoed down the same hall to the door and stopped. He pressed his ear against the wood not hearing a sound beyond the closed door Adam silently eased the door opened. He took a deep breath and held it as he peeked into the opening. Surprised to see another staircase, Adam slipped behind the door and closed it softly. Using caution, he pulled his pistol from his holster and as silent as a panther on the prowl, climbed the steps to the top. A small landing at the top of the long stairs offered him space to catch his breath. A lamp on the wall burned low, giving off just enough light that Adam could see a second door just feet away from where he stood. Noiselessly, Adam crept forward, his pistol ready, should it be needed. A board squeaked and Adam froze, barely breathing. He inched forward a step, and then two, another, and a fourth.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Suddenly the pistol was yanked from his hand, a fist shot through the dark and landed on the end of his chin. Adam groaned and staggered backward against the wall, his head slamming against the wall with such force that his world spun before him and then went black. His body, pressed tightly against the wood, slid downward but was caught before hitting the floor by the man who had clobbered him.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

The unseen person tossed Adam\u2019s unconscious form onto his shoulder and carried him the short distance through the dimly lit hallway and through a passageway into a large room where Adam was placed on a bed.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

The man turned to the lamp, quickly placing a match to the wick and bringing a soft glow of light into the room. He blew out his match and returned to the man on the bed. His eyes opened wide in disbelief as he stared in awe at his victim.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cAdam\u2026\u201d the man muttered.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Pouring water into a basin, he wet a cloth and dabbed at Adam\u2019s brow. He also cleaned the scrape mark on Adam\u2019s chin where his massive fist had marred the flesh when he had hit his victim.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cGoshdangit,\u201d he whispered. \u201cAdam\u2026Adam, can ya hear me?\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Adam made a groaning sound and then slowly opened his eyes. His hand moved to the back of his head where it had hit against the wall and he moaned again, softly. Adam felt the tender touch as the cool cloth was replaced with another. He grabbed for the hand that held the cloth and clutched it tightly. His eyes located the face of the man before him and he squinted his eyes, trying to bring the image into better focus.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cAdam, it\u2019s alright, boy,\u201d the familiar voice said. \u201cI didn\u2019t know it was you following me. I\u2019m sorry I hit ya so hard,\u201d Hoss said.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cHoss? Is it really you?\u201d Adam stammered, releasing his fingers from around his brother\u2019s arm.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Adam could better see the man now; he could see the wide grin spreading across the jovial face of his middle brother. He returned the smile and pulled himself upright, swinging his legs off the side of the bed.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cHoss\u2026damn\u2026it\u2019s good to see you! I thought\u2026I mean\u2026I got a telegram from Joe saying that you were dead and I was to\u2026Wait just a minute, what the hell\u2019s going on?\u201d he growled, his smile suddenly lost, only to be replaced with a frown.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Adam stood to his feet and circled around Hoss who looked as guilty as sin and reminded his older brother of when they had been kids and had been caught by their father doing something they should not have been doing.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cHoss, Pa and Joe\u2026they believe you\u2019re dead\u2026so did I. Do you have any idea what you have put us through? Do Pa and Joe know you\u2019re here and that you\u2019re not really\u2026I hope to God you have a darn good reason for this charades. And why are you hiding out up here in this attic?\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Hoss slumped down onto the bed, sighing deeply. When he looked up at Adam, who stood towering over him, his brother could see the swell of tears that threatened to overflow. He pulled up a chair to the bed and sat down.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cIt is good to see you,\u201d smiled Adam, his throat suddenly thick with emotion.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

He lowered his head, hiding his own tears. Both young men were uncommonly quiet for several minutes before either could find their voices. Hoss was the first to speak up. His voice quivered slightly when he spoke and Adam could hear his brother\u2019s pain in every word he uttered.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cI know I\u2019ve hurt\u2019em\u2026and you\u2026terribly, but I had to do it. I didn\u2019t have a choice, really. I\u2019ve thought about all of ya, everyday and how much hurt I\u2019ve caused.\u201d Hoss sniffed his nose, brushing his arm beneath it to dry the moisture.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cI thought long and hard about what I was doin\u2019. I thought about Pa and what he would do, if\u2019n he\u2019d been me, and I knew that he\u2019d want me to do what was right, so\u2026I lied, I let everyone\u2026think I was dead.\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Adam watched the unhappiness that showed in the blue eyes that silently begged his forgiveness and understanding. But Adam was having a hard time trying to understand his brother\u2019s motives. As of yet, the big man had not given an explanation as to why he had caused his family such sorrow in allowing them to think him dead\u2026murdered.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Adam tried to mask his growing ire at his brother.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cWhy, Hoss\u2026why are you doing this? And what now\u2026now that I know you\u2019re alive? What about Pa and Little Joe\u2026are you going to tell them?\u201d Adam quizzed.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cNO!\u201d Hoss\u2019 head shot upright as he looked into the hazel eyes of his brother. \u201cAt least\u2026not yet. I cain\u2019t Adam\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cWhy\u2026just tell me why you are making them grieve for you like they are\u2026and you know they are, Hoss. Pa must surely be heartbroken, and Joe\u2026you know as well as I, that if he thinks someone has murdered you, he\u2019ll be out for blood. Are you willing to risk that? He\u2019s so impetuous, and hot tempered, he\u2019s liable to do anything\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cI know, I know\u2026don\u2019t ya think I\u2019ve thought about all of that?\u201d Hoss stood to his feet and began pacing the floor. \u201cI\u2019ve thought about all of it, how Pa must feel, how Joe must be stewing, how ya\u2026how ya feel\u2026I\u2019m sorry Adam\u2026honest,\u201d Hoss said, his voice lowering.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cThen explain to me why\u2026did we do something? Was it my leaving? Joe\u2026did he\u2026or Pa maybe\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cNo\u2026it\u2019s nothing like that, really. Look Adam,\u201d Hoss said, quickly returning to sit on the side of the bed.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cI went to Placerville to testify against a man, Lamar Sanderson. He\u2019s some rich dude, over that way, what\u2019s involved in a murder of a local man and his son. Frank Taylor, that\u2019s the man what got kilt. I was there to look at some horses he had for sale, me and two other fellas. We was in the back of the barn, at the corral checking out the horses when we heard the first shot. Naturally, me and them other two fellas took off runnin\u2019 for the house, but we was too late. Sanderson had his gun pointed at the man\u2019s son and afore I could get an aim at him, he done shot and killed the boy. The man, Mr. Taylor, was still alive, trying to get to his son, but Sanderson shot him again, killin\u2019em. We exchanged fire, but Sanderson got away.\u201d Hoss took a deep breath and continued.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cThe sheriff hunted high and low for the man, but never did find him. He allowed me to leave, to return home, but with the understanding that I\u2019d have to come back and testify if\u2019n they caught the murderer. Them other two fellows lived nearby, so\u2019s they didn\u2019t have far to go.\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Hoss stood up and began pacing the floor again. \u201cI got a telegram from the sheriff over in Placerville requestin\u2019 my return. He caught Sanderson and they was agonna have a trial. So\u2019s I got ready to go, but afore I got there, someone kilt them other two witnesses.\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Hoss turned to face Adam.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cPa and Joe, they didn\u2019t know about that, but Roy did. He wired the prosecuting attorney, Simon Quinn, and together with the judge, they came up with this here plan to keep the same thing from happenin\u2019 to me. See Adam, they think Sanderson and his men kilt them other two witnesses. If\u2019n I was to show up in town, Roy was afeared the same thing might happen a third time, so they concocted this here plan to fake my death. I was to be seen about town, and then murdered\u2026in an alley, makin\u2019 it look like I was robbed. It worked too, Sanderson and his men had a hard time tryin\u2019 to hide their pleasure at learnin\u2019 I wasn\u2019t gonna be testifying agin\u2019em.\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cHoss\u2026do you mean that Roy was in on this, and he didn\u2019t say a word to Pa?\u201d Adam asked. He was stunned by what he was hearing.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019 right. The sheriff in Placerville wasn\u2019t even told. Quinn and the judge had it all arranged. I was \u2018shot\u2019 in the back and taken to the undertaker\u2019s. There, my body was stolen and I was brought here to stay until I\u2019m due to testify, and\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cNo one knows you\u2019re here?\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cNo one but Quinn, the judge, Roy and the sheriff here. He has two men guardin\u2019 me around the clock\u2026come to think of it\u2026I wonder how ya got past them fellas?\u201d Hoss said, suddenly realizing that Adam had slipped through his protection.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Adam stood and moved to the window. He eased aside the shade ever so slightly to peer down into the street. It was dark, and had it not been for the movement of the man standing in the shadows below, he might not have seen him.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cHoss, come here,\u201d Adam, said softly.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Hoss came to stand next to his brother, peeking over his shoulder.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cThat man, standing to the left of the second building, is that one of your guards?\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cYep\u2026that\u2019s one of the deputies,\u201d answered Hoss. \u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cBecause, he\u2019s coming this way,\u201d Adam said, dropping the shade back into place.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Hoss picked up Adam\u2019s hat and handed it to him as he looked into the eyes of his brother.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cYa best hightail it outta here, big brother,\u201d Hoss said in a low voice.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

He inched his way to the door, followed by Adam, who twisted the rim of his hat around in his hand.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cAre you sure, Hoss\u2026sure that you\u2019ll be alright?\u201d Adam questioned.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Hoss had his hand already on the doorknob. He bobbed his head up and down, trying to smile.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019ll be fine, don\u2019t ya worry ya self none about me\u2026but remember, Adam\u2026ya cain\u2019t tell a soul I\u2019m here\u2026not even Pa and certainly not Little Joe,\u201d Hoss whispered.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cI understand,\u201d Adam said, placing his hat on his head.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

He paused in the opened doorway and turned to his brother. When he smiled, his dimple was more pronounced.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019ll be close by, buddy. It\u2019s good to see you, ya big ox!\u201d Adam teased, giving Hoss\u2019 arm a brotherly squeezed.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s good to see ya too, now ya best hurry, there\u2019s another little door to the right, use it and then\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

The door at the end of the steps screeched when it opened and then the sounds of hurrying footsteps could be heard rushing up the stairs. Hoss tried to pull Adam back into the room and out of sight, but his reflexes were off and the guard who had brought along his partner, burst through the second door at the top of the stairs, just as Hoss yanked on Adam\u2019s arm.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

The two deputies, thinking that Hoss was in danger, lunged at both men, ripping Adam from Hoss\u2019 grip. Before either could react, one man shoved Hoss backward, into his room while the other knocked Adam to the floor. The door was slammed in Hoss\u2019 face while both deputies hammered away at Adam. Adam struggled to right himself, but the force of both men was more than Adam could handle at a time.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Within a heartbeat, Adam was pinned to the floor face down with both arms drawn tightly behind him. He felt the cuffs encircle his wrists and heard the snap when they were locked into place. Instantly he was hauled to his feet, each arm held by both officers.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cAlright mister, I don\u2019t know who you are, or what you think you\u2019re up too, but you\u2019re coming with us,\u201d the older of the two deputies informed Adam, who had stopped struggling and who stood passive, waiting for the men to take him away.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cLuke, you check on Mr. Carter, I\u2019ll take care of this fella,\u201d one of the deputies said.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cAin\u2019t no need to check on me,\u201d Hoss said from the doorway.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

He stepped out into the hall, his frustration showed on his face.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cAnd ain\u2019t no need to take him away, he\u2019s my brother,\u201d Hoss confessed. \u201cNow git them cuffs off\u2019em.\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

The two men looked at each other and then at Hoss. \u201cYour brother?\u201d the one named Luke asked.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s right, my brother\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cOh\u2026\u201d moaned the man. \u201cThe sheriff ain\u2019t gonna like this,\u201d he proclaimed.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cI ain\u2019t gonna like what?\u201d came a voice out of the darkness.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

All four men turned to see who had crept up the steps so silently that they had failed to be alerted of his presence.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cAnd who is this?\u201d the sheriff asked, looking Adam up and down. He turned to Hoss, disgust clearing etched on his face.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cHe\u2019s my brother,\u201d Hoss said for the second time.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cYour brother? And just how did your brother know you were here?\u201d the sheriff asked in a gruff tone of voice.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cWell\u2026he\u2026um\u2026\u201d stammered Hoss.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cI was on my way to meet my family, in Placerville, to\u2026\u201d Adam hesitated, glancing at Hoss. He was unsure just how much to tell the man.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cHe thought I was dead,\u201d Hoss supplied the information for his brother. \u201cThat\u2019s why he was meeting our father and younger brother\u2026he\u2019s here because\u2026\u201d Hoss turned back to Adam, scratching his head. \u201cHow did you end up in Grass Valley?\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cThe stage made a stop, I wondered into the saloon and\u2026let\u2019s say I was shaken to the core to come face to face with a man I presumed was dead,\u201d Adam said, cutting his eyes back to the sheriff.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cWell\u2026I must say it is unfortunate\u2026that Mister Cartwright was recognized, even if you are his brother. We were hoping that no one learned the truth about his death until he was to appear at the trial.\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cYou don\u2019t have to worry about a thing, sheriff. I know how important it is that Hoss remain where he\u2019s at and that information does not leak out that he\u2019s alive. I have no intention of spreading the word, trust me,\u201d Adam assured the sheriff.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cI have every intentions of seeing that you don\u2019t. Luke, take the cuffs off this man. Homer, see to it that another bed is brought into this room and Mister Cartwright\u2019s brother is made comfortable, he\u2019ll be staying a couple of nights\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cWait just a minute,\u201d Adam said, rubbing his wrists. \u201cWhat are you suggesting?\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

The sheriff turned toward Adam and pointed to the open door. \u201cInside, both of you,\u201d he ordered.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Hoss entered the room, followed by Adam and the sheriff. The two deputies went to do the sheriff\u2019s bidding.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cI cannot let you leave\u2026ere\u2026what did you say your name was?\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cI didn\u2019t\u2026but it\u2019s Adam\u2026Adam Cartwright.\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cWell, Adam, as I was saying, you will be staying right here, until the trial. I cannot take a chance on someone finding out that your brother is here and perhaps endangering his life, or yours now that you know all about this. You\u2019ll just have to remain here.\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cIt won\u2019t be so bad, Adam, shucks, we get free food, all the cold beer you\u2019d ever want to drink, a nice clean bed and hot baths\u2026they even brought some books for me to read\u2026\u201d Hoss stopped and grinned at his brother. \u201cIt\u2019s sorta like a short vacation.\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Adam rolled his eyes and looked at his brother. \u201cA short vacation\u2026are you out of your mind? Pa and Joe are in Placerville waiting to take your corpse home to bury, they\u2019re grieving their hearts out for you\u2026and you call this a short vacation!\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cOh\u2026dadburnitall Adam. I forgot they\u2019s athinkin\u2019 I\u2019m dead.\u201d Hoss scrunched up his face. \u201cWhat about you? Wonder what they\u2019re goin\u2019 to think when ya don\u2019t show up?\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Adam\u2019s expression turned to one of shock as he faced the sheriff. \u201cWhat about that? Surely I can wire them and give them some excuse for not joining them?\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

The sheriff shook his head. \u201cI\u2019m sorry son, but I\u2019m afraid you can\u2019t do that\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cBut why? My father and brother are expecting me, if I don\u2019t show up sometime tomorrow they\u2019ll be worried sick. I can\u2019t let them go through more grief, thinking something has happened to me!\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cMister Cartwright\u2026I\u2019m sorry for what your family has had to go through. I understand your concern, but believe me it is vital that no one, not even your father\u2026learns the truth until after your brother appears to testify. Lamar Sanderson has gotten away with more crimes than I can count on both hands. This is the closest we\u2019ve ever come to being able to bring this man to justice. I don\u2019t think, from what I\u2019ve been told in regards to your father, that he would want his son, your brother here, to do things differently than from what he has chosen to do\u2026now, do you?\u201d the sheriff questioned.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Adam sighed deeply and sat down on the bed. He lowered his head, pressing his fingertips to the bridge of his nose.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cNo,\u201d he said softly, looking up. \u201cHe\u2019d want Hoss to do exactly as he is, regardless of how the rest of us are grieving.\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cThen you agree to stay here, with your brother?\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cIt appears that I have no other choice. So yes, I agree. At least this way, I can keep an eye on him myself,\u201d Adam said, giving Hoss a smile when he saw the big man looking his way.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s settled then. Mister Cartwright\u2026both of you\u2026please make yourselves comfortable. Adam\u2026have you had supper?\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cYes\u2026but I could use some of that beer my brother was telling me about,\u201d Adam stated firmly.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019ll have one of my deputies bring it up when they finish setting up your bed.\u201d The sheriff moved out the door. \u201cPlease, it\u2019s late\u2026don\u2019t leave the room again until one of my men comes for you in the morning.\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

The sheriff closed the door. For several minutes Adam and Hoss sat in silence, each one lost in their private thoughts. After a while, Adam stood up and crossed the room to where Hoss was standing, looking out the window.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cHoss,\u201d Adam said softly.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Hoss turned around, surprised that Adam stood so near.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cYeah\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m glad you\u2019re alright\u2026I mean\u2026I was\u2026hurt when I got the telegram. I\u2026\u201d Adam\u2019s voice became thick with emotion, making it hard for him to go on.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2026couldn\u2019t believe that you were\u2026dead. It was like a nightmare that I couldn\u2019t wake up from. I just want you to know that\u2026I\u2019m glad I finally woke up.\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

In a rare show of sentiment, Adam embraced his brother and as he did so, Hoss\u2019 arms folded around his brother. He could feel the slight tremors that coursed their way through his older brother\u2019s body and in that instant, Hoss Cartwright had the first inkling of what his family must surely have been suffering because of him.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m sorry Adam,\u201d Hoss whispered, finally pulling back. \u201cI guess I didn\u2019t really think how my decision would affect all of ya,\u201d he confessed.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s alright buddy\u2026it was the right decision, Pa and Joe, they\u2019ll understand, once they learn the truth.\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cGosh\u2026I hope so\u2026I mean, I know Pa will, but that little brother of ours, he\u2019ll never forgive me for worrying him so, ya just wait and see.\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Adam stretched out on the bed that had been brought in and set up for him. He glanced at Hoss and snickered.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cSure he will Hoss, Joe will be so happy that you\u2019re alive, he\u2019ll forget all about the fact that you lied, or that you didn\u2019t confide in him, or that I knew and he didn\u2019t\u2026why\u2026\u201d teased Adam.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cForget it Adam, he\u2019ll never forgive me!\u201d Hoss groaned. \u201cHe\u2019ll throw it up to me every chance he gets\u2026ya just wait and see\u2026the rotten little pest!\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m sorry Mister Cartwright, but you heard him, he claims that he has only two men that work for him\u2026not three,\u201d Sheriff Norton stated as he moved around his desk and sat down.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cHe\u2019s lying!\u201d snapped Joe in a moment of uncontained anger. \u201cYou don\u2019t expect him to tell you the truth do you?\u201d the boy stormed.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cJoseph! That\u2019s enough, son,\u201d Ben ordered.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

He moved to his son\u2019s side and placed a calming hand on Joe\u2019s shoulder. Ben gave the boy a tired smile.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cSheriff Norton did his best. But I agree with you, Joe, I believe the man is lying, however we can\u2019t prove it at the moment.\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Ben turned back to the sheriff. \u201cWhen is the trial supposed to begin?\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cDay after tomorrow, bright and early. I don\u2019t expect it to last much more than an hour or two\u2026not with all the witnesses\u2026I\u2019m sorry Mister Cartwright\u2026I really am,\u201d the sheriff said, standing to his feet.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s alright Sheriff, you did your best, we couldn\u2019t ask for more.\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Ben squeezed Joe\u2019s shoulder. Beneath his fingers he could feel the tense muscles and sensed that Joe was bordering on the brink. Gently the concerned father guided his son toward the door.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cWe will be staying in town for the trial,\u201d Ben told the sheriff when he and Joe had reached the door.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cYes, I assumed you would. Perhaps by then we can find out about your son\u2019s body,\u201d the sheriff suggested.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cI think we will walk over to the undertaker\u2019s and see what he can tell us,\u201d Ben said, opening the door.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Joe walked out into the sunlight pausing to look up and down the street while Ben finished speaking to the sheriff. The sun was bright and warm with a gentle breeze blowing. Joe pushed his hat back on his head and sighed, suddenly calling to mind other sunny days and gentle breezes when he and Hoss and Adam had been boys, swimming up at the lake on days such as this one. He remembered Hoss trying to teach him to swim and how he\u2019d finally gotten up enough nerve to swing out on the rope that Adam had tied to a branch that hung high over the water\u2019s edge. Joe could see Hoss\u2019 face now; hear his voice as he waited in the water for him let go of the rope.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u2018That\u2019s it Little Joe\u2026swing way out\u2026there ya go, now let go, ole Hoss is right here. I won\u2019t let nothin\u2019 happen to ya, punkin.\u2019<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Joe had let go of the rope, screaming out in a mixture of fear and excitement and Hoss had stood good his promise. Joe dropped into the water, barely going under before he felt his big brother\u2019s strong but gentle hands wrap around his waist and pull him above the surface of the water. Time and time again, Little Joe dropped from the rope, always secure in his brother\u2019s promise that he\u2019d be waiting. Joe, even at the tender age of eight, had marveled at his brother\u2019s patience, his brother\u2019s tolerance\u2026his brother\u2019s love.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

He felt a pang in his chest and suddenly breathing became labored. Tears clouded his vision and he was forced to wipe away the telltale signs before the people who passed him by could take note.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cJoe?\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Joe turned quickly at the sound of his name, unaware that his father had been watching while he daydreamed. He smiled, somewhat embrassed at having been caught. His father returned the smile, placing a hand to the middle of Joe\u2019s back.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cI hope it was a pleasant memory,\u201d Ben said in a whispered voice.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Joe felt his throat constrict and found speaking impossible. He nodded his head, swallowing the lump that blocked his words from being voiced.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cIt was,\u201d he sighed, sniffing his nose. Joe looked longingly into the chocolate eyes that stared so unhappily back at him. His own eyes glistened with tears.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cI miss him\u2026so much,\u201d stammered Joe, glancing away, unable to continue looking into his father\u2019s eyes.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Ben was having his own trouble keeping his tears at bay and more so forming words. \u201cI know,\u201d he whispered, \u201cso do I\u2026but Joe\u2026we have to go on, we\u2019ll get beyond this, someday,\u201d Ben said, forcing himself to smile at his son.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cWhy don\u2019t we go talk to the undertaker, and see what he has to say? By then, it will be lunchtime and we can get a bite to eat. Adam\u2019s stage is due in about one o\u2019clock,\u201d Ben suggested.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cAlright\u2026but I\u2019m not leaving this town, not until I find out where Hoss\u2019 body was taken\u2026and not before finding out why it was taken. Come on,\u201d said Joe, readjusting his hat.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

He stepped down off the wooden walkway and into the street. Ben joined him and together they walked solemnly to the undertaker\u2019s.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

The little bell attached to the door tingled lightly as they entered. Joe glanced up at the bell and tapped it again with his finger. He smiled at his father.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m glad we never had one of these on the front door,\u201d he said, his mood a little lighter.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cIf I had thought about it, we would have. At least then I\u2019d know what time you boys came wandering in on Saturday nights,\u201d Ben attempted to tease.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cGood morning, gentlemen\u2026may I be of service?\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

The undertaker was a tall man, thin and dressed in a black suite. The first thing that popped into Joe\u2019s mind was Abe Lincoln, minus the top hat. Joe\u2019s next thought was that the man suited his title and he was forced to smother a giggle. He rolled his eyes, his mind scolding itself for even thinking that he could laugh or giggle at a time such as this. He glanced over at his father and noted the fact that Ben was staring at him with a strange look on his face.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cMy name is Ben Cartwright, and this is my son, Joseph,\u201d Ben introduced himself and his son.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cOh\u2026Mister Cartwright, I\u2019ve been expecting you,\u201d the undertaker said. He appeared nervous and began to fidget with a button on his coat.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

So much for Able Lincoln thought Joe.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cI was wondering if you could tell us what happened, the day my son\u2019s body was brought in\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cSir\u2026I\u2019ve already explained everything to the sheriff\u2026\u201d the man stammered.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cYes, I know, but if you wouldn\u2019t mind\u2026we\u2019d like to hear it from you,\u201d Ben explained.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cAlright Mister Cartwright\u2026there really isn\u2019t much to tell. The morning of the 16th<\/sup>, I was called to the back of the Red Dog Saloon. That\u2019s where the body was, oh it was awful\u2026so much blood\u2026it was everywhere\u2026and the hole in the man\u2019s back\u2026it was\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Ben frowned and exchanged glances with Joe who had paled.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cIf you could skip the details, please?\u201d Ben asked.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cOh\u2026sorry. Anyway, the sheriff and a couple of deputies helped me carry your son into the back room.\u201d The undertaker looked from Ben to Joe and again to Ben. \u201cI\u2019ll have you know it was no easy task, carrying that boy. As I was saying, he was placed in the back room, that\u2019s where I prepare the bodies for burial. I was unexpectedly called away, my darling wife was in labor, and I was needed at home, so I left for the day. My associate was to come in later that day and tend to your son. He never showed up, so naturally I fired him. I mean, after all\u2026leaving a corpse lying around for such a long time without preparing the body properly\u2026ugh\u2026nasty. Anyway, by the time I returned the next day\u2026he was gone\u2026the body I mean. I cannot imagine who could have taken it\u2026after all\u2026he was so big,\u201d the man muttered. \u201cAnd heavy, let\u2019s not forget heavy\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cHow did they get in?\u201d Joe asked.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

He moved into the back room, glancing all around and then at the back door. \u201cIt hasn\u2019t been tampered with,\u201d he told his father. Joe turned to the undertaker. \u201cAny broken windows?\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cNo sir. I reckon whomever it was that took your brother\u2019s body, just walked right in and right out, ain\u2019t never had that happen before.\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

The man watched Joe as he made his way around the back room, stopping to look at the beautifully carved pine boxes. One extra large box caught his eye and he made his way over to it. With one hand Joe caressed the smooth wood, intrigued by the handiwork put into something as final as a person\u2019s coffin.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cThis is beautiful work, did you make it?\u201d Joe asked, turning around to face the man.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cYes\u2026I make coffins of various sizes and styles, just to have on hand. That particular one was to be your\u2026brother\u2019s,\u201d he explained.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Joe\u2019s eyes grew wide as he spun around and looked at the box more closely. He had to admit the work was beyond most imaginations, for it was exquisitely crafted. Carefully he lifted the lid. Inside, the coffin was lined with a powder blue velvet cloth. A small soft pillow where the deceased could rest their head for all eternity, matched the blue material. Before his eyes, a vision of the brother he loved and missed, laid resting within the soft folds of the blue fabric. Joe lowered his head, closed his eyes and fought against the sob that threatened to betray him.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cAs you can see, Mister Cartwright, the box is empty.\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

The man\u2019s words broke through Joe\u2019s pondering and shattered the vision into a dozen pieces. He took a deep breath to calm himself and turned around. Neither his father nor the undertaker noticed how his hands shook or had an inkling of the turbulent gnawing down deep inside the pit of his stomach that made him want spew forth his breakfast.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cHere comes the stage, Pa,\u201d Joe called to his father.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

He\u2019d been standing in front of the depot for what seemed a lifetime, waiting for the stage to arrive. Naturally, it was late, and for a moment Joe wondered why the clerk listed the time schedules, for the stages rarely arrived when expected.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Joe felt his stomach begin to churn once more. His eyes closed for a brief second trying to visualize what Adam might have felt when he had learned of their brother\u2019s untimely death. For a second time in as many days, Joe felt nothing but sorrow for his older sibling, having been without family or friend when the news had been delivered. Joe could only imagine how hard the heart breaking information must have hit his brother.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

He straightened himself, shaking the depression away for he was most anxious to see his brother, for he had missed Adam, however reluctant to admit it, even to himself. Now with Hoss gone, his desire to be reunited with his only sibling had grown to heights that Joe had never thought possible. Though he and Adam had often been at odds, there still remained between the two, a bond of brotherly love and respect for one another that time nor distance could never destroy. They had shared so much over the years, all three of them had. They\u2019d gloried in one another\u2019s successes, lifted each other up when one of them failed, stood side by side, unafraid against foes, shared each other\u2019s happiness, wept at the other\u2019s woes and would without questioning why, go the limit for one or both. Joe felt the swelling of sentiment deep down, and he lifted his head high, proud of what he and his brothers had shared between themselves, proud to be Hoss and Adam\u2019s kid brother. At the moment, he\u2019d never been prouder and a sudden urge to tell his brother so, before it was too late, made the waiting that much more unbearable.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

At last the stage rolled to a stop. Ben glanced at Joe and smiled. The father left some of the burden of his loss lift slightly. Adam had always been a source of strength for his family and Ben, after days of bearing his heavy cross, was ready to tip part of the burden to the next in command. His shoulders had grown weary, trying to remain strong for, not just his self, but for Little Joe as well. Now it was time for Adam, whom Ben knew could ease his grief by just being with him.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

The coach door opened and an elderly man disembarked, shoving the door closed as he stepped down from the stepping block. He nodded his head at the father and son who stood, staring blankly into the empty stage.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cHe\u2019s not here,\u201d Ben mumbled, feeling another sense of loss. His spirits plummeted as he turned and walked away, unable to conceal his disappointment from his younger son.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Joe stood as if he\u2019d been frozen in ice, while the coach pulled away, leaving a fine film of dust floating above his head. Briefly he was unaware of what was happening around him, until he felt a hand grasp his arm.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cJoseph?\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Joe turned to his father, taking note of the lack of sparkle that once danced joyfully within the depths of his father\u2019s chocolate eyes. Ben looked broken, almost beyond repair and silently Joe cursed, not God\u2026but what God had allowed to transpire. Instantly, Joe recalled his unspoken comment and whispered a quick prayer that he\u2019d be forgiven. His father\u2019s words came back to haunt him, \u2018we\u2019ll get through this\u2019, Ben had promised. Joe forced himself to smile at his father, for if Ben felt so strongly about it, then he\u2019d do as his father, and keep believing.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cMaybe he missed his stage,\u201d Joe hinted. \u201cWe\u2019ll wait for the next one\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cOf course,\u201d Ben said, trying to change his frown into a smile for his son. \u201cWhy don\u2019t we go over and have a talk with Simon Quinn? He might be able to fill us in on the trial.\u201d Ben suggested.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cSure\u2026why not?\u201d Joe agreed, though he had no idea what good it would do. From what the sheriff was saying, it would be a speedy trial and an obviously guilty man would walk out of the courtroom a free man and once again, justice would have failed.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cYou about ready, Hoss?\u201d Adam asked. \u201cWe have a long way to ride tonight.\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cYep, I\u2019m about set,\u201d Hoss answered, turning to grin at Adam. \u201cI aint lookin\u2019 forward to ridin\u2019 all night.\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cMe either, but it will be worth it, when that man is proven guilty.\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cYep, sure \u2018nough will. But better\u2019n that, is seein\u2019 the look on Pa and Joe\u2019s face when they see me walk into that courtroom,\u201d Hoss grinned broadly.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cSure hope Pa don\u2019t have a heart attack!\u201d Adam stated, stuffing his things into his satchel that had been delivered to his hidden room in the attic over the hotel where he and Hoss had shared the last two evenings together.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cWell I hope not!\u201d snickered Hoss, who sobered suddenly. \u201cYa reckon he and Joe are stayin\u2019 for the trial, don\u2019t cha?\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cKnowing Pa, I\u2019d bet on it. He\u2019d want to see justice served, especially if he thought Sanderson was responsible for your death. And besides, if the man walks\u2026Pa and Joe will never stop trying to prove the man had you killed.\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cI suppose ya right, Adam.\u201d Hoss turned his back to his brother and finished packing his things.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

A soft knock at the door ended their banter. Adam pulled the door open slightly and peeked into the hallway. The sheriff and one of his deputies greeted him.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cYou boys ready?\u201d he asked. \u201cLuke\u2019s waiting in the alley with the horses.\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cYes, we\u2019re ready,\u201d Adam said, turning to pick up his satchel and his hat from the bed.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

He glanced at Hoss, his brother was doing the same thing, except his big ten gallon hat had been exchanged for a different one, as his clothes had been. The sheriff had made the changes as part of the guise to keep Hoss from being so noticeable when out among the townspeople, as when he was allowed out to have his dinner.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

The brothers paused long enough to strap on their guns and holsters before blowing out the lamp and slipping into the darkened hallway to join the sheriff and his deputy.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cYou boys stay close and make sure you keep to the shadows,\u201d instructed the sheriff.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cYes sir,\u201d muttered Hoss as he followed the others to the door at the top of the steps and then moving as quickly and silently as possible, down the stairs, out the side door and into the night.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Keeping to the shadows as directed, Adam and Hoss inched along behind the sheriff. The deputy, the last in line, kept a close watch over his shoulder to be sure that they were not being followed. The sheriff had taken extra precautions in providing additional men strategically placed here and there to insure their safety. He had even posted lookouts along the trail toward Placerville as double protection for the single, star witness.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

The Grass Valley sheriff and his deputies would escort Hoss and now Adam, half way to Placerville where they would be met by Sheriff Norton and his men. From there, Hoss and Adam would be guarded and hidden in an undisclosed location, in or near the courthouse until such time as Hoss would be called to testify against Sanderson. The Grass Valley sheriff had been informed that Norton had been kept in the dark about the fact that Hoss was actually alive and only on the eve of the trial had he been informed of his midnight mission to transport the star witness back to Placerville.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

The moon provided just the right amount of light to allow the group of riders to see the trail. They pushed their mounts hard, stopping only long enough to give both horses, and riders alike, a short break. At the halfway point, Adam and Hoss bid the sheriff and his men farewell and traded their mounts for fresh horses, provided by Sheriff Norton and his men.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cGood luck son,\u201d the sheriff said to Hoss as he shook the big man\u2019s hand.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cThank ya sir,\u201d Hoss replied. \u201cI\u2019ll do my best.\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m sure you will. Tell your father, once he recovers from the shock of seeing you, that Fred Wilson said hello, he\u2019ll remember me,\u201d smiled Wilson.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019ll do it,\u201d agreed Hoss.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cWe best be on our way, Mister Cartwright,\u201d Sheriff Norton ordered.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Hoss nodded his head and mounted his fresh horse. Sheriff Norton watched, still somewhat in shock that he had been completely fooled by the charades that Judge Honeycutt and the prosecuting attorney, Simon Quinn had managed to pull off. He wondered what Ben Cartwright and his young son would say and do when they saw their family member walk into the courtroom. He couldn\u2019t keep from smiling, he liked the gentleman and the boy, he had watched for several days now how they had grieved for their dead son and brother. He admired the way the pair stuck together, comforting the other with a tender touch, or understanding look. It was rare to say the least, and now that the sorrow was nearing an end, Sheriff Norton was anxious to see the sad faces transform themselves into joyful ones. Tomorrow would be a big day, a day to remember\u2026in more ways than one. A father would be reunited with his son, and hopefully justice would serve its purpose and put behind bars a man who had little respect for human life. The differences in the two men, Ben Cartwright and Lamar Sanderson, were stark to say the least.<\/p>\n

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 <\/p>\n

Two hours before sunrise, the group entered town via the back alleys where they would be less likely to be seen. Arrangements had been made ahead of time for Hoss\u2019 room in the back of the courthouse where the star witness would have ample room and plenty of time to rest up before court convened. By keeping Hoss in the courthouse until court time, he would be under full protection coming from the lower level up to the courtroom where the trial would be conducted. There would be less chance of anyone seeing him, less chance of someone taking a potshot at the witness. If all went well, Lamar Sanderson would soon be paying for his crimes, which would bring much relief to those who have had encounters with the man in the past.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cYou rest, I\u2019ll have breakfast brought in for you shortly, Mister Cartwright,\u201d Sheriff Norton explained to Hoss once he was settled in the back room. Norton turned to Adam. \u201cI\u2019ll send a breakfast for you also\u2026unfortunately you are to remain here as well\u2026orders from the judge.\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cI was hoping to see my father and brother before the trial started,\u201d Adam said.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cWe can\u2019t risk it, I\u2019m terribly sorry, Adam. I know your father and brother are very worried about you and added to their present grief, I feel somewhat responsible, though I had no idea until late yesterday that your brother here was even alive. I wanted nothing more than to tell your father, to ease his suffering, but I was sworn to secrecy, you understand, I hope?\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cWe understand completely Sheriff. Our father is stronger than you would think, he\u2019s suffered loses before. In a few hours this will be over and so will his grief,\u201d Adam assured the sheriff.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m glad, for all of you. You are a remarkable family. Now, stay put, and I\u2019ll be back soon with something to eat.\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Ben and Joe sat in the furthermost bench from the front, near the door. Both were solemn, the passing days having begun to take their toll on father and son. They looked as well as felt tired and both were anxious for this trial to begin and finally end. Each hoped that justice would be served, but they also had their doubts. Ben knew that without Hoss\u2019 testimony, or the testimonies of the other two witnesses, it wasn\u2019t likely that Lamar Sanderson would be punished at all.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Joe straightened slightly in his seat as the rear door opened and the bailiff led Sanderson into the courtroom and to his chair in front of the judge\u2019s desk. A hush fell over the crowd that had gathered as each person became more aware of the proceedings. The jury was asked to enter and the twelve men walked quietly into the jury box and took their seats.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cEveryone rise!\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

The crowd stood to their feet. The rear door opened once more and Judge Honeycutt entered, looking distinguished in his long black robe. Once he was seated, he raised his gavel and allowed it to announce the beginning of the trial.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cYou may be seated.\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Ben flinched slightly when the gavel was hammered down to silence everyone who had begun to whisper. He glanced at Joe who was intently watching Sanderson. Ben had worried about Joe, worried how the boy might react if any evidence pointed to the accused indicating that Sanderson might have had something to do with Hoss\u2019 death. In the back of his mind, Ben was afraid that Joe might do something rash, something that he might regret later on. With a bit of anxiety weighing on his shoulders, along with the overwhelming sadness, Ben had tried to keep a close watch on his youngest son. Hoss was gone now, lost to them forever and there was nothing that Ben could say or do to change that fact, but he still had Joe, still had his baby boy. He smiled, Joe wouldn\u2019t like it if he had any clue as to what thoughts were racing through his mind. His sons, Adam\u2026God only knew what had happened to detain him, Hoss\u2026a giant among men, yet gentle and tender\u2026gone and Joe, so wrapped up in his unhappiness that he was like a stick of dynamite with a lighted fuse. At any given moment, Ben expected Joe to explode into a fit of rage and seek revenge for the brother he had lost.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

He sighed deeply, unaware that he had done so.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cPa?\u201d whispered Joe, watching the range of emotions on his father\u2019s face. Ben seemed lost in thought and had paid no attention at all to the proceedings. \u201cAre you alright?\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Ben turned, jarred back to the present by his son\u2019s hand on his arm.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m fine\u2026I was just thinking, that\u2019s all,\u201d Ben whispered.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cMister Quinn, are you ready to proceed with the prosecution?\u201d the judge asked.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cYes your honor. I\u2019d like to call my first\u2026and my only\u2026witness, Mister\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Ben glanced at Joe surprised that Quinn had any witnesses. \u201cHe didn\u2019t mention this yesterday afternoon that he had another witness,\u201d Ben whispered to Joe.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t know Pa, maybe something happened last night that we don\u2019t know about,\u201d Joe whispered back.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Ben raised his brows and shrugged his shoulders. \u201cShh\u2026let\u2019s see who it is.\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201c\u2026Hoss Cartwright.\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Ben felt as if the pit of his stomach had hit the floor. His eyes sought Joe\u2019s face and he noted instantly that the boy had paled and looked as if he might become ill.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

The heavy oak door opened, Sheriff Norton stepped just inside the courtroom. Ben sensed a man standing behind the sheriff, but as of yet could not see the man\u2019s face. His heart was in his throat\u2026could it be\u2026was it possible that his beloved son was\u2026Ben dared to hope, afraid to look, least it all be a dream and he feared he might wake up and find that Hoss was really\u2026dead.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Joe gulped. He stared at the door. On his brow he could feel the tiny beads of water that seemed to have hatched themselves right out of his flesh. When he glanced at his hands, he saw that they trembled uncontrollably.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Ben saw the sheriff step slightly to the side and looking down, he saw the toe of one black boot. A deafening silence fell over the courtroom. Joe glanced to the front of the room, Sanderson had stood to his feet, clearly stunned by the appearance of the man shielded from his view.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

A movement from across the isle, caught the attention of the youngest Cartwright and as Joe watched in horror, one of Sanderson\u2019s men stood and drew his gun from beneath his coat. A woman screamed. A blast ripped through the silence as people began dropping to the floor in an effort to seek shelter from the raining bullets.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

The sheriff had shoved the assumed, Hoss Cartwright, out of the courtroom and into the hallway to safety. Joe and Ben hunkered down behind the pews with the rest of the crowd. The firing had stopped and Joe dared to peek over the top of the bench in front of him. The man, he recognized as one of Sanderson\u2019s men was trying to move to the front of the courtroom. Joe pushed his father aside and stepped over two more persons in his own effort to get to the man. Sanderson shoved his attorney aside and when his hired gun reached the defense table, both made a mad dash for the rear door.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

As they pushed opened the door, Joe saw both men stop and then take a step back, and then another. Sanderson had his arms held high over his head, a sure sign of surrender, but to whom, thought Joe. And then he saw the man welding a gun in the faces of his prisoners.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cADAM!\u201d Joe called in surprise.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cHowdy Joe,\u201d grinned Adam as the bailiff and a guard took charge of his prisoners.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cHe did it\u2026he killed that man\u2026and his son. He told us he did, he bragged about killing the witnesses too\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cSHUT UP YOU IDIOT!\u201d screamed Sanderson. Sanderson turned to the judge, he quivered with unbridled anger and hate. \u201cThe man\u2019s a fool, a liar\u2026he has no idea what he\u2019s saying\u2026he\u2019s lying, I\u2019m telling you\u2026lying!\u201d he bellowed.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cI think not!\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Heads turned toward the back of the courtroom as the big man approached the bench. He spied his family standing in the front and grinned broadly at them.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cHowdy Pa\u2026Little Joe,\u201d said Hoss, tossing his hand up in a greeting.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

He turned to the judge. \u201cYour honor\u2026I was there, at the Taylor place the day Mr. Taylor and his boy was shot down. I witnessed the entire thing\u2026there\u2019s no doubt, he\u2019s the one what pulled the trigger and gunned that poor man and his boy down in cold blood.\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cALRIGHT, ALRIGHT\u2026I KILLED HIM\u2026I CONFESS!\u201d shouted Sanderson. \u201cBut you!\u201d he stormed, pointing at Hoss, \u201cyou\u2019re suppose to be dead!\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s right, I\u2019m suppose to be, but as ya can see, I ain\u2019t dead now, am I?\u201d snapped Hoss.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cSheriff get his riff raff out of my courtroom!\u201d ordered the judge, waving his arm about. \u201cAnd see to it that they are locked up good and tight for the afternoon. We\u2019ll continue this trial after lunch. Court dismissed until two o\u2019clock,\u201d hammered the judge.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Joe shoved his way around the bystanders to fling himself into Hoss\u2019 arms.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cYou big ox\u2026we thought you were dead!\u201d cried Joe gleefully as Hoss wrapped his arms around the boy and squeezed him in a bear hug. \u201cYou sure are a sight for sore eyes\u2026and I mean that too, look at how red my eyes are!\u201d teased Joe, stepping back so that Hoss could see for himself.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cAnd to think I cried over you!\u201d Joe said, playfully punching his brother\u2019s upper arm.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m sorry Joe\u2026I didn\u2019t mean to hurt ya, or you either, Pa,\u201d Hoss said as Ben moved to embrace his son.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cHoss\u2026son\u2026thank God\u2026thank God\u2026\u201d whispered Ben in a thick voice, laced with ardor.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

For several moments, Ben allowed himself the pleasure of holding his son. Hoss seemed not to have minded for his own eyes had welled with tears and he used his father\u2019s shoulder to hide them from the curious eyes that watched the reunion.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

While Ben and Hoss found joy in their welcoming, Joe stepped up to Adam and grinned.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cWhat happened to you\u2026miss the stage? You were suppose to be here day before yesterday!\u201d Joe asked, grinning at his older brother.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Adam\u2019s grin was a bit lopsided as he grabbed Joe and wrapped his arm about the smaller man\u2019s neck, preventing Joe from breaking free.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cAnd hello to you too, kid,\u201d Adam said laughing. Joe giggled and pulled free, smiling at his brother.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cTo answer your question, no\u2026I did not miss my stage.\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cThen where in blazes have you been?\u201d Ben turned to ask Adam.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

He grabbed Adam\u2019s hand and shook it; his pleasure at having his family altogether was plainly etched into his features. The sadness had vanished, and the joy he felt in his heart was evident to those who saw.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cWith me,\u201d Hoss said, slipping his arm across the back of Joe\u2019s shoulder.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cPa, it\u2019s a long story, and I\u2019m mighty hungry. Cain\u2019t we go some place and get a bite to eat?\u201d groaned Hoss.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cWe can tell you all about it over lunch,\u201d suggested Adam.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cYou buying?\u201d giggled Joe. \u201cCause I ain\u2019t got no money.\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t have any money\u2026Joe, how did you ever manage to talk our father into letting you quit school? You can\u2019t even speak proper English!\u201d laughed Adam.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cSimple, I just asked him and he said yes. Now\u2026are you buying or not?\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019ll buy, come on, Hoss looks as if he might faint from lack of food,\u201d Adam said, watching Hoss rub his stomach.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Together the four Cartwrights marched out the door and into the noonday sun, quickly making their way down the street to the nearest caf\u00e9. Ben held back when they neared the restaurant. We watched as his boys marched three abreast, arms locked over one another\u2019s shoulders; Adam on one side, Hoss on the other, and Little Joe sandwiched in the middle. His smile deepened as he heard his sons teasing and laughing among themselves. It was a blessed sight and sound that Ben would long remember and hold dear to his heart. He was happy, truly happy for the first time in weeks. Silently he muttered a special thanks to the One who had made it all possible.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cAnd that\u2019s about it,\u201d Hoss finished.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

He had spent the last hour telling how he faked being murdered, how Roy Coffee and Judge Honeycutt along with Simon Quinn had planned the whole thing. Hoss explained that he had to allow his \u2018body\u2019 to be stolen so that his father and Joe would remain in town looking for him, and how all of them had prayed that the scheme would work. It had all been going according to plan too, until Adam had appeared out of nowhere and just about spoiled the entire setup.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cI was never so surprised in my entire life as when Adam called out to me in that saloon. I was so happy to see\u2019em that I wanted nothin\u2019 more\u2019n to grab\u2019em up and squeeze the fire outta\u2019em, but I couldn\u2019t. Instead, I hit him,\u201d Hoss said, his smile dying.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cI owe ya an apology for that, too, big brother,\u201d Hoss muttered.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cForget it Hoss. The look on your face was worth it. For a minute I wasn\u2019t sure what you might do. I thought you acted like you were going to take off running,\u201d laughed Adam. \u201cI couldn\u2019t figure out why you were acting so strange. I thought maybe you had amnesia or something worse.\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cI almost dun just that, take off runnin\u2019, I mean. I sure was scared ya let the cat outta the bag and give away my cover.\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cWell boys, everything worked out just fine\u2026fine indeed. Do you know how glad I am just to be sitting here with the three of you?\u201d Ben laughed. \u201cI thought for sure I\u2019d never\u2026never be able to do this again. Hoss\u2026I\u2019m happy that you\u2019re alright, son. I missed you something fierce, boy.\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cSame here, Hoss. I really believed I had lost my best friend. I\u2019m glad that you\u2019re back\u2026I\u2026\u201d Joe paused and grinned, his eyes had misted. \u201cI lost a week\u2019s sleep crying over you, you big ox!\u201d giggled Joe.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

They laughed, all of them, for Hoss, for each other, and for themselves. Wasn\u2019t that the way it was suppose to be\u2026when you\u2019re family?<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Lamar Sanderson was found guilty of the murders of Frank Taylor and his son, thanks to the testimony of Hoss Cartwright and Lamar\u2019s own blundering confession. Sanderson\u2019s lawyer pleaded with the court for leniency, but the judge ruled that Sanderson would hang for his crimes.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

His cohorts, one of which Adam had already apprehended and locked in Sheriff Norton\u2019s jail, were all convicted of the murders of the two witnesses, Jed Black and Nell Corbin. Four days later, the three men were hung by their necks until dead. Justice had at last been served.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Ben, Hoss and Joe stood in front of the stage depot and said their goodbyes to Adam. They would be returning home without him, much to his father\u2019s displeasure. Hoss and Joe had given up trying to convince their older brother to return with them rather than to go back to Paradise, but Adam would not be swayed. He did however, make them a promise.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cSix months,\u201d Joe said, \u201cand you\u2019ll come home?\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cI promised, didn\u2019t I, Joe?\u201d Adam said, placing his hand on the boy\u2019s shoulder.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cYeah, I reckon\u2026but I wish\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cNo\u2026don\u2019t Joe, please?\u201d Adam asked in a way that sounded very much like a plea.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Joe sighed, he reckoned he\u2019d never understand his oldest brother, but then he\u2019d stop trying a year ago. Adam would always be just\u2026Adam\u2026his big brother, his surrogate father, the man he had admired most, next to their Pa, and the man he respected\u2026and loved; the man he had given his blessings to, the day that Adam had left home. He could not take them back, his blessings, for in his heart he wished nothing for Adam but happiness and contentment and it seemed as if his brother had found what he had been searching for.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cAlright Adam\u2026I won\u2019t say it, I won\u2019t beg you\u2026but if you aren\u2019t home, six months from today\u2026I\u2019m coming looking for you!\u201d Joe choked back his emotions and smiled.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

The stage was coming and it was time to say goodbye. Ben turned to his oldest son, placing his hand on Adam\u2019s arm.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m coming with Joe, Adam,\u201d he muttered with a smile.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cThat goes for me, too,\u201d Hoss added<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Adam laughed. \u201cI have no doubts\u2026I believe you would too, all of you!\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cGood bye, son\u2026take care and\u2026God\u2019s speed,\u201d Ben said as he hugged his son tightly, though briefly.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cGood bye, Pa\u2026you take care of yourself\u2026and these two. Don\u2019t let up on either of them. They\u2019ve still got a ways to go yet, before they\u2019re full grown,\u201d Adam advised.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019ll see after them,\u201d Ben promised.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cWell Hoss\u2026I enjoyed our stay in the attic,\u201d grinned Adam. \u201cI always enjoy your company,\u201d he whispered to Hoss when they grasped hands and shook them.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cYeah\u2026me too, Adam. Ya be careful\u2026and I\u2019ll see ya in six months!\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Adam turned lastly to Joe, who had turned his head away from the faces of his family. Adam stood before him, eyes piercing straight into his brother\u2019s soul. It was hard for the boy to look at the man. Joe had to swallow before looking up and meeting the intense eyes.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

The tears shown in his eyes, but he willed them away. He was a man now, he had lost one brother and had wept for that loss. The loss he was about to feel was only temporary, as was the first loss. Hadn\u2019t Adam promised that he\u2019d come home, hadn\u2019t Adam always kept his promises?<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Joe forced a smile and took Adam\u2019s hand. \u201cWell, big brother\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

His words were silenced when Adam pulled the boy into his arms and held him, whispering so that only Joe could hear. When he released his arms from about Joe\u2019s body, both were consumed with emotion.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Joe grinned. \u201cSee ya, Adam.\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cAll aboard!\u201d the driver called.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Adam pulled open the door and climbed inside, taking a seat next to the window. \u201cI\u2019ll write,\u201d he promised, waving as the coach pulled away.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cBYE!\u201d shout Hoss.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cTHANKS ADAM!\u201d Joe called.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cGood bye, son,\u201d Ben murmured softly, staring at the departing stage.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cThanks Adam?\u201d Hoss said to Joe. \u201cThanks Adam? What in blazes does that mean?\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cNow Hoss\u2026what do you think, thanks means?\u201d growled Joe as stood face to face with the bigger man. He had his hands placed on his hips, looking much like a very young Ben Cartwright.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cAh\u2026dadburnit, Joe\u2026I know what thanks means, I just don\u2019t know what ya meant when ya told Adam thanks\u2026and besides\u2026what did he whisper to ya, anyhow?\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

They had been walking down the street, toward the livery where their wagon and team had been housed.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cYes Joseph, just what did Adam whisper to you?\u201d Ben wondered aloud.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cCan\u2019t tell\u2026it\u2019s a secret,\u201d Joe exclaimed.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cCome on, Joe\u2026ya know I can\u2019t stand it when ya gots a secret!\u201d begged Hoss. \u201cWhat did Adam say?\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

They had reached the stable and stopped, standing outside the doorway.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cI shouldn\u2019t tell you, cause he said it was a secret\u2026but I\u2019ll tell you anyway. I told Adam thanks because he gave me his silver plated rifle\u2026for my birthday next month\u2026and he said\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cWhat Joe? What?\u201d pleaded Hoss.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cHe said\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cJoseph, for heaven\u2019s sake, what did he say?\u201d Even Ben was becoming anxious to know Joe\u2019s secret.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cAdam said he\u2019d be finished in about three maybe four months, instead of six, with the project he\u2019s been working on and that he\u2019d\u2026.be home then\u2026to stay!\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cALRIGHT!\u201d shouted Hoss as he grabbed Joe in a hug.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cPraise the Lord,\u201d whispered Ben.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

He laughed along with Joe and Hoss.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cA full house!\u201d muttered Ben, glancing across the street at the undertakers and then at Hoss. His heart thumped with overpowering joy and gladness.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

He raised his head toward heaven and whispered to God. A lone tear rolled from the corner of his eye and down the side of his face.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cThank you, God, for the empty box!\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

THE END<\/p>\n

February 2004<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

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