{"id":13815,"date":"2017-01-25T01:17:21","date_gmt":"2017-01-25T06:17:21","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/bonanzabrand.info\/library\/?p=13815"},"modified":"2026-06-08T01:20:37","modified_gmt":"2026-06-08T05:20:37","slug":"a-day-in-the-life-a-bonanza-of-a-tale-by-jc","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/bonanzabrand.info\/library\/?p=13815","title":{"rendered":"A Day in the Life – A Bonanza of a Tale (by JC)"},"content":{"rendered":"

Summary: \u00a0<\/strong>It’s 1860-something, a typical day for the Cartwright brothers, on the trail of a confidence man who suckered them during their Pa\u2019s absence. Bonanza aficionados will find 104 episode titles embedded in the story.<\/p>\n

Rating:\u00a0 T\u00a0 (2,615 words)<\/p>\n

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A Day in the Life — A Bonanza of a Tale<\/strong><\/p>\n

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After a relentless push through the long night, three weary horsemen arrived at Cutthroat Junction just after daybreak. The storm would not be far behind. A curtain of angry clouds hung between heaven and earth, and silent thunder shook the air. It was unusually warm for springtime, a hot day for a hanging.<\/p>\n

Not one, but three nooses hung from a gallows in the middle of town. The tax collector and a pair of easterners, generally known as the Duke and the lady from Baltimore, had managed to escape the hanging posse (thanks to some stout hearted souls with a passion for justice) but the jury, confident it had discerned the pure truth of the matter, had rendered the guilty verdict for all three. The decision was no surprise, given the eyewitness testimonies of Denver McKee and the actress with whom he has been keeping exclusive company for the past six weeks. (The fact that he recently added her signature to his bank account gave credence to the mill of rumor that her next role would be that of “the bride”.) The infamous trio\u2019s days of playing the cheating game appeared to be over, for in addition to their roles in the bank run and last year\u2019s land grab, they stole the hay-burner and two other horses owned by Square Deal Sam which were housed in the livery behind the Dark Star Saloon. And as any friend of Walter’s knows, horse thievin’s a hangin’ offense in these parts.<\/p>\n

However, the hangings were not the reason the newcomers had ridden fifty miles without a good night’s rest. An unlikely band of brothers, they were on the search for the tall stranger who conned them in a deal that seemed more lucrative than all the gold in Logan’s Treasure but turned out to be another Thunderhead Swindle \u2013 and if they didn’t get their investment back, they would surely face a day of reckoning when their Pa got back from his annual “business meeting” with the Magnificent Adah in San Francisco.<\/p>\n

A rumble rattled the windows of the Rich Man, Poor Man Cafe as they approached.<\/p>\n

“Did you hear that?” asked the youngest.<\/p>\n

“What?” asked the oldest.<\/p>\n

“Thunder, man,” replied the youngest. “Are you deaf?”<\/p>\n

The firstborn glared at him.\u00a0“No, and I’m not blind, either. I saw you ogling the mountain girl back there at the way station where we stopped for water, little brother. I am so sick and tired of your Lothario Larkin mentality. It’s your fault we’re even in this mess!”<\/p>\n

“Well, older brother, I’m sick of you always makin\u2019 me out to be the scapegoat! You were the one who was so busy playing footsie with the ballerina you didn’t even notice when you lost the money. Who carries a bank draft in his boot anyway? Maybe you should keep ’em on next time.”<\/p>\n

The middle brother, who was also the biggest, held up his hands and bellowed, “Oh, for the love of Old Sheba, will you both just shut it! I’ll tell you what I’m sick of, and that’s you two always bein’ at each other\u2019s throats. It’s worse than the Paiute War,” he scowled. “Now the way I figger it, you got two choices. You can start actin’ like brothers instead of a house divided, or you can keep on fightin’ in which case I’m liable to knock you both from here to Twilight Town. But either way, I’m gonna have my breakfast!”<\/p>\n

Both brothers were clearly taken aback by this outburst from their normally easy going sibling. The oldest scratched the back of his neck and cleared his throat before offering his hand to the youngest with a mumbled apology. The youngest reciprocated in kind.<\/p>\n

“Who died and made him king of the mountain?”<\/p>\n

The oldest shrugged, “Well, he is the biggest, and if he wants to be the boss, I’m not gonna stand in his way. Besides, I’m hungry too.”<\/p>\n

A violent gust shook the dry leaves of a tree in the middle of town with a vengeance, swirling five into the wind. An old hound dog lying in the meager shade stood up and sniffed the air. A few moments later rain from heaven splattered the dusty street, fat drops swallowed\u00a0greedily by the parched earth. From all appearances, a gift of water would be most welcome.<\/p>\n

The brothers paused outside the cafe long enough to read the menu posted by the door. As they were about to enter, Thomas Bowers hailed them as he hurried toward the awning shelter, accompanied by an exotic-looking woman.<\/p>\n

“Hello, Cartwrights — fancy meeting you here!” He shook their hands warmly and then turned to the woman. “Elizabeth, my love, this is Adam, Hoss and Little Joe of the famous Ponderosa Ranch. Gentlemen, this is my wife Elizabeth, formerly the Countess of Malaysia.”<\/p>\n

She nodded demurely.<\/p>\n

“How do you do,” said Adam.<\/p>\n

“Howdy ma’am,” said Hoss.<\/p>\n

Little Joe, never at a loss for charm when it came to an attractive woman, took her hand and kissed it. “My pleasure, ma’am.”<\/p>\n

She returned his smile, lowering her exquisitely long eyelashes. Little Joe’s green eyes twinkled. Adam grimaced before turning to Tom.<\/p>\n

“Are you here for a performance?”<\/p>\n

“No; actually, I’ve retired from the spotlight.”<\/p>\n

“Retired?” said Hoss. “But you’re still in the prime of life.”<\/p>\n

“Precisely,” said Tom. “And I want to spend as much of it as I can with my beloved.” He looked lovingly at the lovely Elizabeth, who smiled at him before turning her attention back to the youngest Cartwright. “But I haven’t given up music. No, the artist in me would never allow that. I am a composer now. I’ve already written three western operettas — The War Comes to Washoe, Calamity over the Comstock, and Elegy for a Hangman. I’m currently researching the Philip Diedesheimer story as a possible fourth.”<\/p>\n

“I know Philip,” said Adam. “He is truly a man to admire.”<\/p>\n

“Yes, a man to admire,” agreed Tom. “That would make a good title, by the way. Might I use it?”<\/p>\n

“Certainly.”<\/p>\n

“How about you and the missus joining us for breakfast?”<\/p>\n

“No thank you, Hoss, we’ve eaten. We were just on our way back to the hotel when we were caught in the cloudburst, which appears to be over. We’re leaving for Sacramento this morning, so I’m afraid we must be on our way.”<\/p>\n

They shook hands once more. “Well, good luck,” said Adam. “And congratulations to both of you.”<\/p>\n

“Thank you.\u201d<\/p>\n

The three of them watched the beaming Mrs. Bowers in hushed conversation with twinkly-eyed Joseph Cartwright. \u201cShe’s not really a countess,” Tom admitted. “Actually, I met her in Reno. She was part of a burlesque traveling show — they called her ‘The Burma Rarity’. She did this amazing act with flaming batons…” He chuckled and winked at them. “There’s just something about a woman of fire…Come my dear.”<\/p>\n

She smiled farewell as she strolled away regally on her husband’s arm.<\/p>\n

“Mm, mmm,” Little Joe sighed in appreciation. “She walks in beauty, doesn’t she?”<\/p>\n

“You mind your manners, Short Shanks. She’s a married woman,” scolded Hoss.<\/p>\n

“I know she is,” said Little Joe unapologetically as he followed his brothers inside the cafe. “But I’m no less a man for it.”<\/p>\n

A pretty young waitress greeted them at their table. “Good morning,” she smiled. “What can I get you?”<\/p>\n

Little Joe’s eyes twinkled anew. “What do you recommend?” He grinned his most irresistible Little Joe grin.<\/p>\n

She dimpled.\u00a0“Well, the ham and eggs are always good, but I really like the hotcakes with lots of butter and syrup.” Her blue eyes matched his green ones twinkle for twinkle.<\/p>\n

“Mmm, hotcakes,” said Little Joe, locked into her gaze. “That sounds delicious. What’s your name, by the way?”<\/p>\n

“Gabrielle Marie.”<\/p>\n

“Really?” said wide-eyed charming Little Joe. “Marie was my mother’s name, and she was a beautiful woman too. I have a feeling we have a lot in common.” He leaned over and whispered to her,\u00a0“Say, why don’t you ask your boss if you can take off for a while so you can show me around town after breakfast? Who knows, Gabrielle Marie, my love? This could be the beginning of a beautiful friendship.”<\/p>\n

She giggled, blushing. Hoss tried in vain to give her his order, but the girl had suddenly gone blind and deaf to everyone except the smiler before her, alias Joe Cartwright.<\/p>\n

Adam rolled his eyes and sank back in his chair, exasperated. “Here we go again.”<\/p>\n

~*~<\/p>\n

His brothers stared as Hoss proceeded to polish off his fourth plate of hotcakes. \u201cI swear, Hoss,\u201d said Little Joe. \u201cI thought you said you\u2019d never eat those again after the flapjack contest.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWell, that was a month ago. I\u2019ve got my appetite back since then. Besides, the ride last night left me \u2018bout half-starved. I was so hungry I would\u2019ve eaten cheese.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWell, I hope you\u2019ve just about gotten your fill, because we need to get going.\u201d Adam checked the time on his pocket watch, the gift from the stranger he pulled from the river on the Truckee Strip last spring. The rescue was nothing out of the ordinary; he and his family were accustomed to playing the role of the Good Samaritan. In fact, everyone around Virginia City knew they could depend on the friendship and goodwill of the Cartwrights in times of trouble. It was the legacy of a father who raised his sons by the Golden Rule. \u201cVirtue is its own reward,\u201d he always reminded them. Still, gold was nice too. Adam buffed the watch on his shirt and then put it away quickly before Little Joe and Hoss could get their greasy fingerprints on it. They were always pretending to be interested in the time, but Adam knew better. No one had ever given them a gold watch with a \u201cnekkid\u201d lady on it.<\/p>\n

As usual, Hoss wound up with the short match so he got stuck with the bill. Joe tipped their saucy waitress with a kiss before tossing her a silver dollar along with his best twinkly-eyed grin. Adam waited for them on the sidewalk, surveying the street.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhere to now, Adam?\u201d asked Hoss. \u201cSheriff?\u201d<\/p>\n

Adam scratched his neck, his eyes narrowing. \u201cBarber.\u201d<\/p>\n

The barber was a pleasant faced man named Sam Hill — talkative, too. Adam figured a shave and a haircut and twenty minutes with this guy would be well worth two bits. \u201cJust a little off the sides,\u201d he told him. He intended to avoid a repeat of the last haircut he got, which made his forehead look too high.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhatever you say, Mister. You folks in town for the hangings?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cActually, no,\u201d said Adam. \u201cWe\u2019re looking for someone \u2013 a tall man, slightly gray, probably in his forties. We figured he might\u2019ve come through here; maybe you\u2019ve seen him?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWell, that ain\u2019t much to go on. That description could fit any number of people. Is there anything else about him?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYeah, he\u2019s got a birthmark on his cheek,\u201d said Hoss, \u201cshaped sorta like a triangle.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhy didn\u2019t you say so right off? That\u2019s the kind of thing I would remember. Of course, faces are what I see mostly in this business. A person could be a little man, ten feet tall, bow-legged or barefooted, but I\u2019m more apt to notice his nose or a mole on his chin. A stranger passed this way a couple weeks ago, had a little scar above his lip, where a guitar string snapped him when it broke. He couldn\u2019t grow a decent mustache because of it. I reckon a barber sees things other people don\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWell, did you see the man we\u2019re looking for or not?\u201d Little Joe frowned.<\/p>\n

\u201cNope. There was this other fella came through who was once a doctor, had a big goiter on his neck \u2026he\u2019s dead and gone now but that\u2019s somethin\u2019 you don\u2019t forget\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

A few minutes later, the brothers emerged onto the street. Little Joe gave his head an exaggerated shake. \u201cMy ears are still ringin\u2019. I didn\u2019t think that guy was ever gonna shut up. Hoss, how in the world could you sleep through all that chin waggin\u2019?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHuh?\u201d Hoss looked puzzled for a moment before removing a small wad of paper from each of his ears. \u201cWhat\u2019d you say, Little Joe?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNever mind,\u201d said Adam. He put his hands on his hips and took a deep breath. Ah, he loved the smell of bay rum in the morning. \u201cLet\u2019s go talk to the law.\u201d<\/p>\n

The tin badge on his vest identified the man behind the desk as the sheriff.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat can I do for you, gentlemen?\u201d His manner was courteous as he greeted them, rising to a height of well over six feet.<\/p>\n

\u201cWe\u2019re not here to cause trouble,\u201d Adam was quick to assure him. \u201cWe\u2019re looking for someone.\u201d He then explained the reason for the quest that had led them there.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019ve got my hands pretty full here with three hangings today, plus the trail gang that arrived last night. I understand your situation, but I sure hope this is not some sort of vendetta. There\u2019s desert justice and there\u2019s the law. I hope you know the difference. I\u2019d hate to have to arrest you boys.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWe have every intention of operating within the law,\u201d said Adam. \u201cWe\u2019re not the gunmen you think we are.\u201d He had read the sheriff\u2019s assessment of them immediately.<\/p>\n

\u201cWell, I\u2019m glad to hear that,\u201d said the sheriff. \u201cNow, I\u2019m not saying I\u2019ve seen this fella, but if he likes cards as much as you say, you ought to go talk to the Colonel. He\u2019s the faro dealer over at The Last Viking; maybe he can help you. But I just want to remind you, if it comes to a showdown you\u2019d better be in the right. I\u2019m not the lawmaker, just the defender. I take my job seriously.\u201d He tapped the star on his chest. \u201cThis is no badge without honor, and I\u2019m honor-bound to do my duty according to the law.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cUnderstood,\u201d said Adam. \u201cAs I said, you\u2019ll get no trouble from us.\u201d<\/p>\n

The sheriff seemed satisfied. \u201cGood luck, then.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cUh, where is The Last Viking, anyway? I didn\u2019t see it on the way in,\u201d said Adam.<\/p>\n

\u201cSouth of town, off the main road about half a mile past The Spitfire Grill. It doesn\u2019t look much like a saloon; it used to be a bed and breakfast called The Lonely House. The sisters who ran it decided a different line of work would be more profitable.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat\u2019s that?\u201d asked Little Joe, his interest piquing as it always did at the mention of persons of the feminine persuasion.<\/p>\n

The sheriff grinned. \u201cTell the ladies I said hello.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSpitfire Grill? They got good eats?\u201d asked Hoss, who was beginning to get powerful hungry after his single breakfast of carbs.<\/p>\n

\u201cSure. But you really ought to try that new Tex-Mex restaurant, El Toro Grande. Rosita\u2019s Gorditas will make you think you\u2019ve died and gone to heaven.\u201d<\/p>\n

Hoss licked his lips. Little Joe waggled his eyebrows and grinned.<\/p>\n

Adam rolled his eyes at them yet again. They were only his half-brothers, but brothers nonetheless, he reminded himself.<\/p>\n

\u201cLet\u2019s go,\u201d he grumbled.<\/p>\n

\u201cAdam, what time is it?\u201d asked Little Joe.<\/p>\n

\u201cShut up and ride.\u201d<\/p>\n

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

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Acknowledgements:\u00a0 Thanks to all the writers whose episode titles appear in this story.\u00a0 There are simply too many to list here!\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n

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For a complete, up to date list of my stories, check out\u00a0JC’s Author Page<\/a><\/p>\n

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