{"id":14400,"date":"2017-06-16T01:49:52","date_gmt":"2017-06-16T05:49:52","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/bonanzabrand.info\/library\/?p=14400"},"modified":"2025-09-25T15:41:09","modified_gmt":"2025-09-25T19:41:09","slug":"bens-boy-little-joe","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/bonanzabrand.info\/library\/?p=14400","title":{"rendered":"Ben’s Boy Little Joe (by DJK)"},"content":{"rendered":"

Summary: \u00a0<\/strong>Six vignettes and a poem giving glimpses of Ben Cartwright\u2019s youngest.<\/p>\n

Rating: General\u00a0\u00a0 Word count: 2,412<\/p>\n

Titles:\u00a0 \u201cWild Horses\u201d\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cComplications\u201d\u00a0 \u201cBreathe\u201d\u00a0 \u201cNever Tell\u201d\u00a0 \u201cTurning Point\u201d\u00a0 \u201cFire\u201d\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cIf Only\u201d<\/p>\n

(Theses vignettes are generally prequels.)<\/p>\n

Ben’s Boys Series:<\/strong><\/p>\n

Ben’s Boys<\/a>
\nBen’s Boy Adam<\/a>
\nBen’s Boy Hoss<\/a>
\nBen’s Boy Little Joe<\/a><\/p>\n

One ~~~\u00a0 Wild Horse<\/strong>\u00a0<\/strong><\/h4>\n

 <\/p>\n

The horse was wild, but it was also lame.\u00a0\u00a0 It could snort, shake its head, even slowly and awkwardly back away, but it most definitely could not run or rear or leave behind the boy that was inching closer step by step.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s all right, boy, it\u2019s all right.\u00a0 Let me help ya.\u00a0 It\u2019ll be all right.\u00a0 It\u2019ll be just fine.\u201d\u00a0 The words became a mantra, and it\u2019s soothing, steady rhythm calmed the animal enough for the boy to move within an arm\u2019s length.\u00a0 His hand brushed the stallion\u2019s side lightly and then touched the black back in several gentle strokes.\u00a0 \u201cAre ya gonna let me help you now, boy, are ya?\u201d<\/p>\n

The stallion shook his head sharply and snorted.\u00a0 Finally, he bared his teeth, and the boy backed away slightly to avoid a bite.<\/p>\n

\u201cYa should, you know.\u00a0 I can help you, really, I can.\u201d\u00a0 He fixed his eyes on the equine orbs and then dropped them away.\u00a0 The horse thrust his head forward, but the boy silently stood his ground.\u00a0\u00a0 Then with exquisite care he closed the gap between himself and the animal.\u00a0 He eased himself to his knees, took in a deep breath, exhaled, and reached for the horse\u2019s right foreleg.\u00a0\u00a0 His hand made contact for only moments before the pain seared his shoulder.\u00a0\u00a0 He curled in on himself as the stallion back away again.\u00a0 Their eyes met once more before the horse managed to turn and begin a slow departure.<\/p>\n

The child rose to a sitting position with his left hand clutching his shoulder.\u00a0 He sighed.\u00a0 You\u2019ll be gone before I can bring you some help. <\/em>\u00a0\u00a0He got to his feet and sighed again.\u00a0 Pa or whoever\u2019s up to the house in gonna make me see to this bite \u2018fore they let me come back<\/em>.\u00a0 His lips twisted.\u00a0 Pa\u2019s gonna have a fit if I tell him<\/em>.\u00a0 He chewed his lower lip.\u00a0 Hoss, I\u2019ll just get Hoss without nobody else seeing. \u00a0He\u2019ll make me see to my shoulder, but he won\u2019t tell Pa, and he\u2019ll help me track you; \u2018sides he\u2019s the one who\u2019ll be able to help ya most.<\/em>\u00a0 Satisfied with his decision, Little Joe Cartwright smiled and called out, \u201cWe\u2019ll be back.\u00a0 Don\u2019t worry now!\u201d\u00a0 The nine-year-old set off walking in the direction of his home and after a few minutes he was whistling softly to himself even though his hand still clutched the bleeding bite on his shoulder.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Two ~~~\u00a0 Complications<\/h4>\n

 <\/p>\n

The moment one learns English, complications set in.* This is true whether one learns it at Mother\u2019s breast or later as a substitute for the mother tongue, but it is most true when one of the former and one of the later commence a discussion.\u00a0 If you add in excitable natures, quick tempers, natural stubbornness, and cross purposes; the result can be catastrophic.\u00a0 Such an upheaval was currently raging between one Hop Sing formerly of China and one thirteen-year-old Little Joe, who some referred to as the Little Prince of the Ponderosa.\u00a0 Of course, the last boy to refer to Little Joe that way in his presence had left Joe\u2019s presence with a broken nose.\u00a0 The person immediately previous to that had gone unscathed, but then Adam was Joe\u2019s brother, twelve years his senior, and had occasionally been referred to as Prince of the Ponderosa himself.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou just don\u2019t understand!\u201d\u00a0 The boy\u2019s foot stomped an exclamation point to his statement.<\/p>\n

\u201cHop Sing understand just fine.\u00a0 Hop Sing know what father tell number three son before he go, so little boy best understand what he no can do.\u201d\u00a0 The man used a shake of the wooden spoon in his hand for his exclamation point.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSay no!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI just\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo!\u201d\u00a0 Hop Sing turned toward the stove.\u00a0 Little Joe indulged his frustration with a less than polite gesture toward the cook\u2019s back, forgetting that Hop Sing took great pride in keeping all metal surfaces in his kitchen in a shiny state of reflectiveness. The exclamation that left Hop Sing\u2019s throat was delivered in his mother tongue, but English was not needed to make Little Joe aware that Hop Sing had seen his disrespect.<\/p>\n

Little Joe took a step back as Hop Sing turned to face him again.\u00a0 He swallowed convulsively as a stream of Cantonese flowed in his direction.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2026I..I didn\u2019t\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cDidn\u2019t think Hop Sing know what that mean? Didn\u2019t think I learned that on docks when step off boat.\u00a0 I learn that before I learn one word English.\u201d\u00a0 Hop Sing\u2019s voice had gone unusually flat and slow.<\/p>\n

Little Joe recognized both the depth of the man\u2019s anger, and the pain beneath it.\u00a0 \u201cI\u2019m\u2026 I\u2019m sorry, really sorry. I don\u2019t\u2026 I wouldn\u2019t\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWould never do so to father, never do so to brother, never do so to man you respect.\u00a0 But Hop Sing just cook\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo, no, you know that\u2019s not\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThat what action say.\u201d\u00a0 Hop Sing turned his back to the boy again.\u00a0 \u201cGo to room, please.\u201d<\/p>\n

Little Joe felt the need to continue his apology, but he also felt the need to show his obedience.\u00a0 He hesitated, sighed, and said softly.\u00a0 \u201cYes, sir.\u201d<\/p>\n

Hop Sing heard the sir<\/em> and drew in a slow breath. He understood the significance of that English word and how few whites, man or boy, would use that word to one of his race.\u00a0 Both the English and the Cantonese word for forgiveness entered his mind.<\/p>\n

*Please note that the first line is a quote from Chromos <\/em>by Felipe Alfau<\/a> \u00a0that was used as a challenge prompt.<\/strong><\/p>\n

<\/h4>\n

Three~~~\u00a0\u00a0 Breathe<\/strong><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cBreathe!\u00a0 Dear God, please let him breathe!\u201d\u00a0 It was a prayer uttered by a desperate father, and it was answered.\u00a0 Ben Cartwright watched his son\u2019s chest rise slightly with a fluttering and shallow intake of air.\u00a0 Then there was a cough, a gush of expelled water, a gasp, and more coughing as Ben held Little Joe, slapping his back and speaking soothingly into his ear.\u00a0 When the coughing subsided and Little Joe\u2019s breathing grew steady, the boy relaxed against his father while the knot of terror slowly unwound in Ben\u2019s heart.\u00a0 As he sent thanks heavenward, Ben gazed down into his son\u2019s face and realized this was not the first time he had voiced that prayer.<\/p>\n

Marie had been in labor for over thirteen hours.\u00a0 At first, she had fought to suppress her screams; then she had been unable to keep them from ripping through the room.\u00a0 Now, exhausted and weak, she simply whimpered each time the pains came.\u00a0 Paul Martin had begun urging her to push, and Ben added his own soft encouragement as he held her supported against his chest.\u00a0 Suddenly, it was all over, and Paul held a small and far too still a form in his hands.\u00a0 As seconds passed, the silence seemed to grow and fill the room.<\/em>\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n

\u201cBreathe!\u00a0 Dear God, please let him breathe!\u201d\u00a0\u00a0 A small whine was followed by a louder wail, and Paul placed a squalling infant into Marie\u2019s eager arms.\u00a0 <\/em>\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n

Gazing down into his son\u2019s face, Ben thanked God over and over.<\/em><\/p>\n

\u201cPa.\u00a0 Pa.\u00a0 Adam\u2019s here with the wagon.\u00a0 We best get him home and into bed.\u201d\u00a0 Hoss bent over and reached to lift his little brother from his father\u2019s arms.<\/p>\n

Little Joe struggled upright with a petulant, \u201cI\u2019m fine.\u00a0 I don\u2019t need nobody carrying me.\u00a0 I can ride.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIn the wagon.\u201d\u00a0 Ben\u2019s pronouncement was an order.\u00a0 Hoss helped his brother to his feet but allowed Little Joe to stand on his own.<\/p>\n

\u201cBut, Pa, \u201cJoe whined.<\/p>\n

\u201cBetter watch what comes out of your mouth, kid, or Pa might remember a butt that was ordered to stay off that rope swing,\u201d Adam inserted as he\u00a0grinned down at his brother.<\/p>\n

\u201cYeah, but\u2026 Little Joe sputtered, \u201cbut I want to ride Cooch.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cJoseph Francis Cartwright!\u201d\u00a0 By the time his surname was bellowed, Little Joe was climbing into the back of the wagon.<\/p>\n

As Ben climbed onto the wagon and settled beside his fifteen-year-old baby, he pulled Little Joe once more into his embrace and gloried in the feel of the boy\u2019s breath against his cheek.<\/p>\n

<\/h4>\n

<\/h4>\n

Four ~~~\u00a0\u00a0 Never Tell<\/h4>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201cYou better not never tell nobody but God.* In fact, unless God brings up the subject first, you better not even mention it to him!\u201d<\/p>\n

I swallowed. \u201cIt\u2019s really not \u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cLittle Joe!\u201d\u00a0 I felt the fire in her eyes scorching my face.<\/p>\n

\u201cI won\u2019t, never, no one.\u201d\u00a0 I held up my finger and traced a cross on my chest.\u00a0 \u201cI promise.\u201d\u00a0 I had never broken a promise to her, even back when we were both young enough to think crossing your heart really did have the power to bind a person\u2019s tongue.\u00a0 \u201cBut it\u2019s really not\u2026 I\u00a0 mean, well, it\u2019s not, ummm, with me and you it\u2019s more like, umm, well, it\u2019s not like I could think about you like\u2026well, any different than always just because\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cShut up!\u00a0 Just shut up.\u00a0 Don\u2019t never speak of it again.\u201d\u00a0 She turned her back to me.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s not like there was any other choice.\u201d\u00a0 There really had not been.\u00a0 \u201cI couldn\u2019t let you freeze to death.\u201d\u00a0 She did not answer; she moved forward and threw herself face down on the bunk built against the back wall.\u00a0 I just stood there until I realized she was crying.\u00a0 The last time I had seen her cry, we were ten.\u00a0 I went and knelt beside the bunk.\u00a0 My hand went to rub her back, but before my fingers met the blanket she held around her, my hand froze, and I brought it back to my side.\u00a0 \u201cI\u2019ll marry you.\u201d\u00a0 We both knew what had her crying, and actually there was no reason to wait for her pa\u2019s shotgun to enter the equation.\u00a0 This way she could truthfully state in front of the town biddies that I had proposed on bended knee.\u00a0 She slapped me then across the face, not for the first time, but still it caught me by surprise.\u00a0 I ended up sitting on my behind staring open-mouthed and rubbing my cheek.\u00a0 She slumped against the wall.\u00a0 I wrapped my arms around my raised knees.\u00a0 \u201cWe haven\u2019t done anything wrong.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo, you saved me.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cLord knows why!\u201d\u00a0 She looked at me then and sighed.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou really can\u2019t tell anyone.\u201d\u00a0 There was no anger left in her voice or in her eyes.\u00a0 Her teeth sunk into her lower lip.\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cI\u2019m sorry, Little Joe.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI know.\u201d\u00a0 I thought I did understand, but she gave me that half-smile that had always meant I never would.<\/p>\n

\u201cWe\u2019ll have to go home separately.\u00a0 Have different stories for where we\u2019ve been.\u201d She sounded tired.<\/p>\n

\u201cYour clothes won\u2019t be dry for a good while.\u00a0 We\u2019ve got plenty of time to get our stories straight.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYour pa can always tell when you\u2019re lying.\u00a0 Hoss and Adam too.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m not a kid anymore. They can\u2019t make me tell.\u201d\u00a0 I could see she thought they could, but she knew they would understand.<\/p>\n

She drew the blanket tighter.\u00a0 \u201cNo, we\u2019re not kids anymore.\u00a0 Things are different now.\u201d\u00a0 The melancholy was in her voice and in my heart because we both knew it was true.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

*Please note that the first line is a quote from The Color Purple <\/em>by Alice Walker that was used as a challenge prompt.<\/p>\n

<\/h4>\n

Five~~~ Turning Point<\/h4>\n

 <\/p>\n

Little Joe sat and watched the turning point flash around and around.\u00a0 Just seconds before he had held his breath as it spun and came to rest with its gleaming tip directed at Delissa.\u00a0 She had sucked in a breath that she had yet to release, and her cornflower blue eyes had widened to the size of saucers.\u00a0 Then a quick flick and the point was turning again.\u00a0 A small bead of sweat formed on Little Joe’s upper lip as he prayed the point into position.\u00a0 Then it stopped.\u00a0 Lying there on the hard packed earth the steel tip pointed directly at him.\u00a0 His stomach flipped nervously, but a deep smile spread across his face.\u00a0 A blush rose in Delissa ‘s cheeks as Little Joe rose onto his knees and leaned toward her.\u00a0 Placing his hands on her waist, Little Joe pulled her closer.\u00a0 Her eyes closed as he placed his lips against hers.\u00a0 Of all the girls playing this kissing game, she was the one that Little Joe had hoped would be his match.\u00a0 Releasing Delissa and settling once again on the ground, Little Joe decided that he must have been a good boy of late because God had just answered his prayer.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Six~~~\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Fire<\/h4>\n

 <\/p>\n

Ready.\u00a0 Aim.\u00a0 Fire!\u00a0 Little Joe braced himself as the finger pulled back the trigger.\u00a0 The gun recoiled, and Little Joe felt Delissa’s body thrown back against him.\u00a0\u00a0 He brought his right arm around her waist and kept both of them on their feet. At the same time, he deftly caught the pistol dropping from her hand and slid it back into the holster on his hip.<\/p>\n

“Good shot,\u201d he declared softly into her ear as he buried his head in her curls.<\/p>\n

“I hit it!\u00a0 I hit it!!”\u00a0 Her body trembled with excitement, and she twisted in his arms bringing her face to his.\u00a0 Throwing her arms around his neck, she leaned her head back to gaze into his eyes.\u00a0 “I told you I could learn to fire a gun.”<\/p>\n

His eyes twinkled.\u00a0 \u201cNo thanks for your teacher?”<\/p>\n

“Is this thank you enough?” she asked pressing her lips to his.<\/p>\n

Little Joe kissed her slowly then released her.<\/p>\n

Delissa opened her eyes.\u00a0 “Let’s do it again!”\u00a0 Little Joe reached for her, but she stepped back sliding the pistol from his hip. Turning her back to him, she held the gun with both hands and waited for him to take his place behind her.\u00a0 Little Joe reached his arms around her raising the gun with his hands on her wrists.<\/p>\n

Ready.\u00a0 Aim.\u00a0 Fire! <\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

<\/h4>\n

Seven~~~\u00a0\u00a0 If Only<\/h4>\n

 <\/p>\n

If only he had listened to me<\/p>\n

How headstrong can one boy be<\/p>\n

One day I pray<\/p>\n

He\u2019ll learn when to obey<\/p>\n

If only he\u2019d listened to me<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

If only he\u2019d listened to Pa<\/p>\n

The kid has one fatal flaw<\/p>\n

Emotion rules his head<\/p>\n

He could well be dead<\/p>\n

If only he\u2019d listened to Pa<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Iffin only he\u2019d listened to Pa<\/p>\n

Knew he wouldn\u2019t by the set of his jaw<\/p>\n

He has too much pride<\/p>\n

And defiance inside<\/p>\n

Iffin only he\u2019d listened to Pa<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

If only I had listened to Pa<\/p>\n

Allowed him to lay down the law<\/p>\n

Followed his lead<\/p>\n

Given experience due heed<\/p>\n

If only I had listened to Pa<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Tags:\u00a0 Family,\u00a0Hop Sing,\u00a0Joe \/ Little Joe Cartwright,\u00a0JPM,\u00a0multiple stories<\/p>\n

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