{"id":12915,"date":"2001-01-11T17:28:50","date_gmt":"2001-01-11T22:28:50","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/bonanzabrand.info\/library\/?p=12915"},"modified":"2025-02-27T12:04:37","modified_gmt":"2025-02-27T17:04:37","slug":"escape-to-ponderosa-a-missing-scene-by-jenny-g","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/bonanzabrand.info\/library\/?p=12915","title":{"rendered":"Escape to Ponderosa – A Missing Scene (by Jenny G)"},"content":{"rendered":"

Summary:\u00a0 <\/strong>A missing scene for the episode.<\/p>\n

Rating:\u00a0 T (implied sex)\u00a0 (640 words)<\/p>\n

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Escape to Ponderosa – Missing Scene<\/strong><\/p>\n

Adam stood at the small window behind his father\u2019s desk and watched his family ride out of the yard. What he had said was certainly true: he was tired of being an invalid. He let the short curtain drop back into place and raised a hand to his head. He probed gently. There was a swelling the size of a small egg under his bandage and the wound was sore \u2013 but more from his father\u2019s somewhat less than gentle ministrations than from the initial bang on the head. Even the headache that had dogged him all morning was finally starting to fade.<\/p>\n

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\u201cMista Adam, you want more coffee?\u201d<\/p>\n

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The sudden interruption made Adam start. \u201cNo, thank you, Hop Sing. If I drink any more coffee, I shall drown in it.\u201d<\/p>\n

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Head on one side, the diminutive Chinese cook considered him, frowning. Even after all the years of their acquaintance, Hop Sing was still never quite sure when this particular Cartwright son was joking. \u201cYou feeling bad again, Mista Adam? You want cold pack for head?\u201d<\/p>\n

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Adam smiled. He put a reassuring hand on the little cook\u2019s shoulder and steered him back to his kitchen domain. \u201cNo, I\u2019m not feeling too bad. In fact, I feel fine!\u201d To his surprise, he found it was true. He had always possessed a rock-hard skull, inherited from his father. The blow to the head hadn\u2019t really done any harm.<\/p>\n

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He looked at the book in his hand and fingered the elaborately tooled binding. It was a volume he had read before and a particular favourite, but right there and then, he didn\u2019t feel like any more reading. There had to be something else he could do. He cast his eye over his father\u2019s desk \u2013 piled somewhat randomly with paperwork. He could always tackle the ranch\u2019s account books. His father hated the bookwork and was always behind \u2013 but Adam had no desire to fire that headache up all over again, not when it had just settled down to a distant and ever receding throb.<\/p>\n

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Ben had asked him to stay at the house \u2013 supposedly in case the escapees doubled back on their tracks. Adam didn\u2019t envision that happening. He figured Sutton and Tyler would be a good long way from the Ponderosa by now and still riding hard \u2013 either that or they\u2019d holed up somewhere nice and comfortable and were hiding out. Either way, they wouldn\u2019t be coming back to bother Adam, and he saw no reason to waste his time waiting for them.<\/p>\n

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Cautiously, he unwound the rough and ready bandage from around his temples. His oversized, good-natured younger brother had the best will in the world, but his clumsy, blunt ended fingers were not exactly designed to apply neat medical dressings. Adam winced as he pulled the pad away from the soft, barely set scab. He hoped it wouldn\u2019t start bleeding again.<\/p>\n

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He dressed in his good, dark coloured suit, the one with the finely striped pants and the full-skirted jacket, with a shirt of fine white linen underneath. With a bow of black silk tied at his throat and his best, silver trimmed hat sat squarely on his head he felt ready to go. He went out to the barn and saddled his favourite, bright sorrel horse. While his family was out criss-crossing the landscape searching for the miscreants, Adam was planning the evening ahead. A pleasant supper with his old friend, Roy Coffee, perhaps, watching the sun go down behind the mountains and hearing all the local gossip. Then several cold beers in the Bucket of Blood and a long, and no doubt expensive, evening with the lovely ladies at Miss Lucy\u2019s establishment \u2013 the finest whorehouse this side of the Rockies. Adam swung into the saddle. There was a smile on his face as he headed for town.<\/p>\n

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Summary:\u00a0 A missing scene for the episode.<\/p>\n

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