{"id":14583,"date":"2001-08-01T11:29:41","date_gmt":"2001-08-01T15:29:41","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/bonanzabrand.info\/library\/?p=14583"},"modified":"2025-02-27T12:05:17","modified_gmt":"2025-02-27T17:05:17","slug":"the-enemy-among-us-by-milesky1","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/bonanzabrand.info\/library\/?p=14583","title":{"rendered":"The Enemy Among Us (by Milesky1)"},"content":{"rendered":"

Synopsis<\/strong>: After being wounded during a robbery attempt, Joe\u2019s life is endangered by the surviving member of the gang.<\/p>\n

Rating: \u00a0T \u00a0(22,750 words)<\/p>\n

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The Enemy Among Us<\/strong><\/p>\n

Joe swung himself up onto Cochise\u2019s back, settling his hat onto his head and patting the full saddlebag at his side one more time.<\/p>\n

\u201cWish you\u2019d stay for one more beer, Joe\u201d said Charlie.<\/p>\n

\u201cI can\u2019t, not this time, anyways. I need to get this money to the bank in Virginia City,\u201d replied Little Joe.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou could always spend the night here in town,\u201d offered Charlie.<\/p>\n

\u201cNo, these few hours of light will put me that much closer to Virginia City come daylight. I\u2019ve already dawdled enough as it is.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWell,\u201d sighed Charlie, \u201cI can see I\u2019m not going to convince you—-but you owe me a drink next time!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou betcha!\u201d grinned Joe. \u201cNext time you\u2019re up Virginia City way, stop in and see me, and I\u2019ll settle us up.\u201d<\/p>\n

Joe nudged Cochise into a trot and headed out of town, turning once to wave at his friend. Charlie headed across the dusty street to the saloon. Unnoticed, the person slumped in the chair outside the Land Agent\u2019s office slowly tipped their hat up. With a calculating look in their eyes, they rose and slowly walked to the corner, watching Little Joe ride out.<\/p>\n

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The Wilson gang had spent the better part of the evening formulating a plan. Riding hard until midnight, they made camp. They broke camp early and resumed the path to Virginia City. Passing the spot where Joe had camped several hours later, they increased their speed, and finally caught sight of him about an hour later. As per their plan, one person veered off the road, rejoining it ahead of Joe. The plan was for one person to go past the fork in the road to scout for any traffic coming from Virginia City that might interfere with their plan. Once Joe was past the fork, they planned to overtake him. The remaining six men followed Joe, some off the road, but all just far enough back to go unnoticed.<\/p>\n

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Joe looked around as he approached the fork in the road. The right fork would take him into Virginia City; the left, home to the Ponderosa. Even though his initial plan had been to go straight to the bank in Virginia City with the money from the land sale\u2014nearly $12,000.00—he was making good time. Going to the house would be about an hour detour each way. He decided to take the extra time, get a cup of coffee, and pick up Hop Sing\u2019s supply list. Then he could do both \u201ctown\u201d tasks at one time, instead of himself or one of the other hands having to make a second trip.<\/p>\n

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When Joe took the left fork instead of the right, the two men closest to Joe (the stealthiest of the group, but not the smartest) were confused. They halted their pursuit, waiting for the others to catch up. As they told their cronies what had happened, there were hushed curses uttered all around.<\/p>\n

\u201cWell, I\u2019m a-tellin\u2019 ya, I\u2019m still plannin\u2019 on gettin\u2019 me some of that there money,\u201d said the tall skinny one. Heads nodded in agreement<\/p>\n

\u201cI think that there road goes to that Ponderosa Ranch we heard about,\u201d chimed in one of the scruffy looking ones.<\/p>\n

\u201cWe\u2019d best be getting\u2019 him before he gets there,\u201d added another.<\/p>\n

\u201cC\u2019mon, let\u2019s get goin\u2019. Time\u2019s awastin\u2019!\u201d said the skinny one again.<\/p>\n

The group of six took off down the road after Joe, who was now almost twenty minutes ahead. They rode quickly, straight down the road, no longer concerned about being heard.<\/p>\n

Joe heard riders coming behind him, and actually slowed, thinking that if some of the hands were riding in, they might be coming to join him.<\/p>\n

The group rounded a curve to see Joe stopped on the side of the road, looking back, about 500 yards ahead. \u201cThere he is!\u201d the lead man shouted, pulling his gun from it\u2019s holster.<\/p>\n

Seeing the glint of the sun on metal as the gun was pulled, Joe cursed himself for relaxing his guard. Just because he was on Ponderosa property did not automatically mean he was safe. He urged Cochise to a gallop as the six men followed. Joe had the faster horse and had been riding relatively leisurely, unlike his followers. Still, they were on the move and he was starting from a stop, and he lost about 100 yards of his lead, but then managed to maintain the distance. He knew he had at least thirty minutes of hard riding before reaching the house, unless he happened upon some of the hands. Shots rang out from behind him, and Cochise faltered slightly. Joe looked down to see that a bullet had creased her haunch; it didn\u2019t look serious and the horse regained its stride quickly. Sparing a glance back, he could see that he had lost a bit more of his lead. Drawing his revolver, he returned fire.<\/p>\n

He looked back to see one rider-less horse slowing. That\u2019d teach them to shoot his horse!<\/p>\n

Spying a seldom-used path through a wooded area that would rejoin the road near the house, Joe veered to the right. He and Cochise had the advantage of knowing the land and knowing where they were, and he had to try to make that work for him. Everytime they lost sight of him, it slowed them down, and he needed every second. Shots continued to rain about him, and whenever possible Joe returned fire, reloading twice on the fly. He thought he managed to at least wound a second rider, but he was still seriously outnumbered.<\/p>\n

Shots continued to ring out, and Joe felt a stinging sensation in his right shoulder, followed by a bloom of fire that traveled from his shoulder down his arm and across his chest. He could feel the sticky, warm dampness of blood on his shirt, but continued onward without slowing. He knew he was now over halfway through the woods, within ten minutes of the house. He was hopeful that someone would hear the gunfire, but knew also that the thick trees would muffle the sound. His pursuers were firing less often now, waiting for better shots and concentrating on gaining ground.<\/p>\n

As he came out of the trees and onto the road again, a shot rang out, and Joe slumped forward as he was hit in the side. Leaning forward over Cochise, Joe encouraged her to top speed, giving her her head, knowing that if he could just manage to hold on, Cochise would deliver him home. No longer bothering to return fire, Joe held on with all of his waning strength. He could feel the blood flow from his shoulder slowing a bit, but at the same time, blood was dripping from his side, he could feel it on his leg. He needed help, and soon. As he approached the yard, he raised his gun as far as he could and fired two shots, hoping to alert anyone in the house or barn of trouble. Cochise came to a stop as the door flew open, Hoss and Adam miraculously appearing in it.<\/p>\n

\u201cJoe, what happened?\u201d asked Adam, even as he and Hoss hurried to Joe\u2019s side.<\/p>\n

\u201cOutlaws\u2026\u2026.after money,\u201d breathed Little Joe, grimacing as he slid off of Cochise\u2019s back into Hoss\u2019 waiting arms. \u201cAaahh,\u201d the small sound of pain escaped him. \u201cRight behind me\u2026\u2026four\u2026\u2026maybe five.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOkay, Hoss, get him inside,\u201d directed Adam, giving the winded, lathered horse a smack on the rump to get her out of the front of the house. Adam followed Hoss inside, shutting and bolting the door. \u201cHop Sing!!\u201d he yelled loudly as he walked towards the settee where Joe now lay, Hoss at his side.<\/p>\n

\u201cYes, Mistah Adam\u2026.oooh, Mistah Joe hurt. I bring water and bandage.\u201d The little chinaman scooted out of the room as quickly as he had entered.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2026\u2026.in the house!\u201d a voice from the barn area shouted, drawing both Hoss and Adam to cautiously peer out a corner of the high front window in the office area. \u201cWe want the money\u2026.we get it and we leave you be.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cDon\u2019t you believe it,\u201d said Hoss. \u201cThey already shot up Joe, they know they won\u2019t get away.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m in complete agreement with you, brother. Go grab a couple of rifles and some ammunition and bring it over here, and then let\u2019s try to figure out where they are.\u201d<\/p>\n

In the brief seconds it took Hoss to gather the weapons, Adam spied one in the edge of the trees, and another near the horse trough. Hoss quickly spotted one near the edge of the barn, and thought he saw the door to the hayloft cracked open a bit.<\/p>\n

Adam reached over, and with the end of his revolver, knocked out one of the lower panes of glass. \u201cYou\u2019re not getting anything from us,\u201d he replied, raising his voice so that it would carry across the yard. It must have been the answer they anticipated, because the first shot came before the last word had even faded.<\/p>\n

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Thirty minutes up the road to Virginia City, a lone rider sat on a rise, hidden in the treeline. It was long past time for their mark and the others to have come into view. Turning the horse back towards Deadwood, the rider began to backtrack. In the distance a wagon appeared on the road, sending up long plumes of dust. Driven by a man in black, the wagon was heading rapidly towards Virginia City. Another man, a huge man, sat in the back of the wagon, bent tenderly over someone, attempting to shield them from the jostling as best he could. The rider could tell that the driver was trying to balance speed with concern over the man in the back. Everything in the scene indicated that somehow, the plan had gone horribly off track.<\/p>\n

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Ben rode slowly into the courtyard of his home. He had been in Carson City for four days on business. Adam and Hoss had stayed behind to work on breaking the horses to fulfill the most recent Army contract. Joe had gone to Deadwood Flats to collect money from a land sale, and should be home today. Ben was looking forward to having the whole family together again. It seemed that in the past month, at least one of them had been gone nearly every night.<\/p>\n

Ben was jolted from his thoughts by the sight that greeted him. From his seat atop Buck, he surveyed the grisly scene. Two men, unknown to him, lay dead behind the horse trough. Another lay facedown, where he had fallen from the upper floor of the barn. A fourth lay between the barn and the corral. Cochise stood, unhitched, near the side of the house, his side and saddle reddish-black with dried blood.<\/p>\n

Ben dismounted quickly and started towards the house. Everywhere he looked, he saw wood chips and gouges, evidence of a fierce gunfight. Even though it looked to be over, he pulled his gun from his holster.<\/p>\n

\u201cHoss\u2026\u2026 Adam\u2026\u2026\u2026. Joe!!\u201d He yelled as he approached the front door. There was no answer.<\/p>\n

Ben stopped on the porch, his hand outstretched to open the door. The doorknob\u2026\u2026he stared at it. It\u2019s polished black finish was a dull and muted maroon. Three droplets of blood stained the porch beneath the knob. Ben felt a shiver go up his spine, and a cold fear settled in his gut. He did not want to open the door, afraid of what he might find. He knew in his heart that it was his youngest son who was wounded. Usually not a superstitious person, Ben could not shake the feeling that the bloodied doorknob was an omen of some kind.<\/p>\n

\u201cAdam\u2026\u2026Hoss\u2026\u2026..Joe!!\u201d Ben called again. As he did so, the door was opened from the inside, saving him from having to touch the knob. Hop Sing\u2019s worried face appeared.<\/p>\n

\u201cMistah Ben, glad you home. Big fight here.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI can see that, Hop Sing, where are my boys, are they alright?\u201d Ben spoke in one long sentence.<\/p>\n

\u201cJoe hurt already when ride in. Hurt velly bad. Mistah Adam and Mistah Hoss fight men who chase Joe. Men want money. They kill all men.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cFine, fine. Where are they now, are they upstairs?\u201d Ben asked as he started to step towards the stairs.<\/p>\n

\u201cMistah Adam and Mistah Hoss say Joe hurt too bad to wait for Doctor. They put him in wagon and take him town. Him bleeding velly badly. Mistah Adam drive and Mistah Hoss sit in back to help brother. They velly worried, Mistah Ben. Mistah Hoss almost cry.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHow long ago did this happen, Hop Sing?\u201d asked Ben, looking around the room. Blood seemed to be everywhere he looked.<\/p>\n

\u201cOne, two hour. Hop Sing not clean up yet, wait for sheriff to see.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s fine Hop Sing. I\u2019m going to town to see what\u2019s going on, and I\u2019ll make sure the sheriff is on his way.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou not forget Hop Sing here, want to know how Joe is. Send man back with news.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI will, my friend, I will. I just hope it\u2019s good news.\u201d<\/p>\n

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Buck took the road to town like his tail was on fire. Ben was glad that he had not ridden the horse hard on his way home from Carson City\u2026\u2026. although if he had, he might have been home to help with the situation. Ben consciously diverted his thoughts from that line of thinking. Adam and Hoss had handled the situation well, and Hop Sing said Joe was already wounded when he arrived home. Ben\u2019s presence wouldn\u2019t have changed anything. But he still couldn\u2019t shake that feeling of dread that had settled over him when he stood in front of that doorknob.<\/p>\n

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Ben burst through Doc Martin\u2019s door, nearly breaking the glass when the door hit the wall. Adam and Hoss turned at the sound, and both rushed to embrace their father, each needing the comfort of the other.<\/p>\n

\u201cHow is he?\u201d asked Ben, in a shaken voice.<\/p>\n

\u201cPa, he was bleeding so badly we was afraid to wait for the doctor, so we loaded up the wagon and brought him into town ourselves. He\u2019s hurt bad, Pa, shot in the shoulder and in his side. He\u2019s been in there with the Doc since we got here, and they\u2019re doing some kind of surgery.\u201d Hoss\u2019s worry was clearly evident on his face.<\/p>\n

\u201cAs near as we can figure, the men who followed him home wanted the money, and made the mistake of attempting to rob him too close to home. If he\u2019d had to ride another two minutes, I don\u2019t think he\u2019d have stayed on Cochise, Pa.\u201d Adam met his father\u2019s eyes squarely, his concern for both his brother and his father clear.<\/p>\n

Ben looked around, spied a chair, and sank into it. His head dropped into his hands, and his body shuddered as he drew in deep, cleansing breaths. Hoss and Adam pulled chairs over to sit near him, silently offering the strength of their presence.<\/p>\n

\u201cI was just thinking on my way home this morning how long it\u2019s been since we were all home together. It seems one or the other of us has been gone for the better part of the last month. I just can\u2019t allow myself to think that one of us might be\u2026\u2026.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cDon\u2019t you even think that way, Pa! Joe\u2019s more stubborn than me \u2018n\u2019 Adam put together and he\u2019s gonna be just fine!\u201d Hoss commanded. Adam reached over to clasp his father\u2019s shoulder. \u201cHe\u2019s young and strong, Pa, and a Cartwright to boot. He\u2019ll come through this just like he\u2019s come through every other scrape he\u2019s ever been in.\u201d<\/p>\n

Ben raised his head, staring at the doorknob on the door marked SURGERY, waiting for it to open. A chill crossed his soul as he thought of another doorknob. He shook his head slightly, willing the vision away. Then he refocused his attention on the clean knob of the door to Paul Martin\u2019s surgery, and continued waiting.<\/p>\n

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It seemed as if endless hours had passed since Ben entered Paul\u2019s office. Sitting, pacing, praying, raging against fate\u2026nothing made the time go faster, nothing drew Paul from behind the closed door. Nothing changed God\u2019s will. Looking at the clock, for what must be nearing the thousandth time, Ben realized that in reality, only 3 hours had passed since his arrival. Three hours that seemed like an eternity\u2026\u2026looking at his other two sons, Ben could see that the slow passage of time was wearing on them also.<\/p>\n

The sound of a doorknob turning was loud in the quiet of the room. All three men jumped to their feet, gazing expectantly at the door to the surgery. It took a moment for them to realize that the sound came from the other door, the one leading to the street. They turned as one and met the concerned gaze of Roy Coffee.<\/p>\n

\u201cBen, I hate ta bother you and the boys at a time like this, but I just got back from your place, and I need ta talk ta Adam and Hoss a moment.\u201d Roy motioned for all three to have a seat. \u201cI figured I\u2019d never be able to drag you to the office right now, so I just came on over. I was also wonderin\u2019 if there was any news of Little Joe?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo, no news yet, and to tell you the truth, that\u2019s starting to worry me more than a little,\u201d confessed Ben to one of his oldest friends.<\/p>\n

\u201cBen, you and I both know that Paul Martin is gonna do the absolute best he can for Joe\u2026and he\u2019s the best doc in these here parts. If Paul can\u2019t get him through this, then I don\u2019t know who could.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI know that, Roy\u2026.I\u2019m not castin\u2019 doubts on Paul\u2019s abilities\u2026.I\u2019m just worried about my son\u2026.\u201d Ben lowered his head and his hands clenched until the knuckles turned white.<\/p>\n

Adam and Hoss moved in close to their father, Hoss taking a chair and Adam kneeling at his side. Both placed comforting hands on his back. Roy, looking at the distraught family, hated to bring up business, but if he needed to form a posse, the sooner they could head out the better.<\/p>\n

\u201cBen, me and Clem done bin out to your house. Near as we can tell, these men picked up trailing Joe somewhere on the way home from Deadwood Flats, and waited until he turned off to try to rob him. The trail leads through the forest, so I\u2019m thinking Joe took that old shortcut. He managed to take out two of them in there. Then there\u2019s the four varmints at your place\u2026..that makes six total. I\u2019m thinkin\u2019 that from descriptions, this is that Wilson gang that\u2019s been operatin\u2019 a little further south. If it is, then you boys done took out a bad \u2018un. Now, my question for you\u2026\u2026.most reports say there are six members of the Wilson gang, but there are a few out there that say seven. Did you see anyone else, maybe someone who slipped off? We didn\u2019t see any trail, but I need to ask ya about it. If\u2019n you did see someone, I\u2019ll form up a posse and we\u2019ll get to lookin\u2019 for him.\u201d<\/p>\n

Adam and Hoss both shook their heads slowly. \u201cNaw, we dint see anyone else, not hide nor hair,\u201d said Hoss.<\/p>\n

\u201cNot a sign, not at the house or on the way in,\u201d added Adam. \u201cIt was pretty easy to tell where the shots were coming from, and we got a body for each spot.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOkay, then, if\u2019n you\u2019re sure. Like I said, Clem and I looked around, and we didn\u2019t see any sign of a seventh man either. I\u2019ll probably send Clem and a few volunteers out to do a little additional looking. Provided they don\u2019t find any sign, I\u2019ll wire all the neighboring towns that this gang is no longer a threat. Ben, boys, if you don\u2019t mind, after that I\u2019ll come back and wait with you, maybe bring you some dinner?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cRoy, you know you\u2019re always welcome. You can bring some food, but I\u2019m not makin\u2019 any guarantees that it\u2019ll get eaten. Some coffee would sure be welcome, though,\u201d said Adam.<\/p>\n

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Four men now sat in the waiting room. A platter of half-eaten sandwiches perched on the small table. Roy had cajoled Ben and Adam into eating half a sandwich each by telling them that Joe needed them to be strong, not make themselves sick. Hoss hadn\u2019t needed any prompting, he lit into two sandwiches like a starving man, but the food did nothing to erase the concern etched on his face.<\/p>\n

The squeak of a door opening brought each head snapping upwards. Paul, his clothes stained with blood, his face weary and concerned, stepped into the room. Looking at the faces turned to him, wanting words of hope and reassurance, he slowly walked to the one empty chair and sat down.<\/p>\n

\u201cBen, Adam, Hoss\u2026.Roy,\u201d he greeted the men. \u201cI\u2019m not going to pussyfoot around here. Joe\u2019s in bad shape right now. He gave us several very scary moments during his surgery. He\u2019s lost a lot of blood, and he\u2019s very weak, but I\u2019m hopeful that he\u2019ll pull through this. He\u2019s young and strong\u2026.he was healthy before this\u2026 those things should work in his favor. The next day or two should give us an indication of how he\u2019s gonna do.\u201d<\/p>\n

Ben stood, reaching to clasp his old friend\u2019s hand. \u201cThank you, Paul, for all you\u2019re doing. I\u2019m thankful to God that you\u2019re here for us.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHow bad are his injuries, Paul?\u201d asked Adam.<\/p>\n

\u201cYeah, that surgery surely did take a long time,\u201d added Hoss.<\/p>\n

\u201dWell, they were both bad wounds. I started working on the wound in his side, because it seemed like that was where he was losing the most blood\u2026.the bullet nicked the vein to his kidney, thank the Lord it was just small knick, but he was losing blood steadily from it. The kidney itself looked okay, I think it\u2019ll keep working just fine. Partway through that surgery, he started having difficulty breathing. Turns out his shoulder wound had quit bleeding out, and the blood was accumulating in his chest, making it hard for him to breathe, but also hiding exactly how much blood he was losing. I ended up having to drain his chest. But the good news there is, I think the lung itself is okay. His breathing problems were helped a lot by getting that blood out of his chest. I cauterized a couple of bleeders in there, didn\u2019t have the time to be more delicate.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cPaul\u2026we didn\u2019t make things worse by bringing him into town in the wagon, did we? Maybe make somethin\u2019 bleed worse? That was an awfully bumpy trip\u2026..\u201d Hoss voiced the concern that he knew Adam shared.<\/p>\n

Paul stood, looking squarely at both Adam and Hoss. \u201cBoys, I believe that if you had waited for me, your brother would be dead. Either one of those wounds was likely to be fatal without attention. What happened here, in the surgery where I could take care of it, probably would have happened while I was on my way to the ranch. You saved your brother\u2019s life, both of you, and you should know that.\u201d<\/p>\n

Ben looked over at his two older sons, seeing the look of relief in their eyes. He knew that they both looked over their younger brother, taking a certain measure of responsibility for what happened to him. Joe was the beloved baby of the family, whether he always enjoyed that role or not. Hoss, eyes shiny with unshed tears, looked from Adam to Ben, and reached out to grab both, hauling them into a giant bear hug. The three men shared a moment of release, of tension, fear, and apprehension. Eyes now all bright with unshed tears, the men turned to Paul again.<\/p>\n

\u201cCan we see him?\u201d asked Ben.<\/p>\n

\u201cBen, he\u2019s not conscious, and I don\u2019t expect him to be until tomorrow at the earliest, maybe even the next day. I know you\u2019re all relieved, but I need to remind you that he\u2019s not out of the woods, yet, not by a long shot. Blood loss, infection\u2026..there are a lot of potential obstacles to his full recovery. Not to mention personality\u2026..you know as well as I do that Little Joe always tries to push himself, he can\u2019t stand being in bed\u2026.he never allows himself the full recovery period, and he\u2019s going to need it this time.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWell, then, he\u2019ll get it\u2026\u2026..even if we have to sit on him 24 hours a day!\u201d declared Hoss.<\/p>\n

Ben still looked at Paul, hoping to see his son. \u201cOkay, you can each go in to see Joe, ten minutes each. Don\u2019t disturb him, don\u2019t try to wake him, he need the rest. Then I want each of you to get some rest\u2026you\u2019re gonna need your strength in the next few days.\u201d<\/p>\n

Ben headed into the surgery room, pausing to tell Adam \u201cSon, why don\u2019t you and Hoss see about getting us a room at the hotel for the next few nights?\u201d<\/p>\n

Roy cleared his throat and offered \u201cI already took care of that Ben, when I went after the sandwiches. I knew you wouldn\u2019t want to be far. If\u2019n you don\u2019t mind, I\u2019ll send a man out to the ranch with word for Hop Sing, too, he was powerful worried \u2018bout Joe when we was out there.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThanks, Roy. You\u2019re a good friend. Adam, Hoss, you can see your brother when I\u2019m done, then you two head to the hotel and get some sleep. One of you can relieve me in a few hours. I want one of us with Joe, just in case he wakes up or starts looking bad. That way Paul can get some sleep, too.\u201d<\/p>\n

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Ben walked into the room, looking at the still form of his youngest son. He was pale, ashen beneath his early spring tan. The dark spots of drying blood contrasted sharply with the pale skin and white bandages. Ben sat, taking a hand in his. Joe\u2019s fingers and hands were cold, and that\u2019s when it hit Ben how close he had come to losing him. Ben slid from the chair to his knees, still holding the cold hand in his own. He thanked God for sparing the life of his precious son, and asked Marie to watch over him. Then he rested his forehead on the bed, careful not to disturb his son, and wept.<\/p>\n

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It was nearly midnight when the lone rider made camp. Sitting in the dark, eating cold jerky, the lost comrades were briefly mourned. Most had not trusted each other enough to become close, so there wasn\u2019t a great feeling of loss. The loss of the tall, thin one hurt though, more than the others. Sliding down to a sleeping position, the rider decided that tomorrow would be soon enough to figure out what to do next.<\/p>\n

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Hoss carried Little Joe easily down the steps to the waiting wagon. Adam crossed over from the hotel, the last of their accumulated belongings in his hand. Ben stood at the front of the wagon, talking with Roy and awaiting last minute instructions from Paul.<\/p>\n

Joe, still weak and in considerable pain, hated being carried to the wagon, and had been very vocal in his objections. However, when Paul Martin had made it clear that it was be carried or stay here, he had grudgingly acceded. He wanted to be in his own home, in his own bed. And to be truthful, he wasn\u2019t sure he could have done it on his own. Just making the argument had drained him. Joe also knew that spring was one of the busiest times on the ranch, and his father and brothers needed to get home. As badly as he had frightened them, they weren\u2019t about to leave town until he did. At least if he was at home, Hop Sing could help take care of him and his brothers and father could accomplish something during the day.<\/p>\n

\u201cBen,\u201d started Paul, gazing seriously at his old friend. \u201cI\u2019m only giving into this on the condition that someone will be with Joe at all times. It\u2019s only been five days. He\u2019s still quite weak and if he doesn\u2019t get adequate rest he won\u2019t get better. He puts on a good face, but it takes a lot out of him.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI know, Paul, we\u2019ll keep him in quiet and in bed. I really do think that he\u2019ll recover quicker in the familiar surroundings of home. I know he\u2019s fretting about the ranch work, too, and us being away; once we\u2019re home that will be one less worry weighing on him.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIf I didn\u2019t think that there was some truth to that, he\u2019d still be upstairs. Remember to get as many liquids into him as possible. And have Hop Sing cook up some of his favorites, to entice him to eat. Nutrition and hydration are important facets of healing well. I gave you the prescription and instructions for his pain medicine already. I\u2019ll be out tomorrow afternoon to check on him, but send someone for me if you need me sooner.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou have our word on that,\u201d stated Ben firmly, offering his hand to Paul for a final handshake.<\/p>\n

Ben climbed into the wagon seat and took up the reins. Chubb was tied behind the wagon, Hoss again electing to ride with his brother. Adam rode alongside trailing Buck. Joe was already asleep in the makeshift bed, having been given a dose of medicine before leaving the office. Hoss hoped it would be enough to last the entire trip home. He suspected that his brother was hurting a lot more than he let on, he could see the pain in his eyes and on his face when he thought no one was looking. His tender heart cringed with each bump, as he saw his young brother grimace without waking. He settled in to brace the young man as well as possible, hoping to alleviate a portion of the pain.<\/p>\n

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The stranger sat at the piano in the saloon, drinking and playing a bawdy song. This was as good a place as any to hear news, and it hadn\u2019t been difficult to get hired. Charlie was once again recounting the story of the fall of the Wilson gang. Seems that they had tried to rob Charlie\u2019s friend Little Joe Cartwright after he left here last week. Everyone nodded and laughed as if they knew Joe Cartwright personally, when most had never even laid eyes on him. It was enough that he\u2019d been in their town, at their saloon. Seems also like Joe and his brothers had wiped out the entire gang in a gunfight at the family home. That explained why he had turned off towards the Ponderosa instead of continuing into Virginia City. Such a small detail, a name, and yet the lack of that piece of information had cost the lives of six men.<\/p>\n

Sheriff Sexton walked into the saloon and sat at Charlie\u2019s table, placing his hat on the table and signaling the barkeep for a beer. \u201cGot a wire from Sheriff Coffee in Virginia City today. He says they haven\u2019t found any sign of a seventh member of the Wilson gang. He thinks that all the members are dead, and he\u2019s wiring the territorial authorities that information. He also said your friend Joe Cartwright\u2019s making a slow recovery from his wounds. In fact, said he went home today.\u201d Charlie grinned and raised his beer to drink to the sheriff\u2019s good news.<\/p>\n

Both pieces of information brought a small smile to the lips of the piano player.<\/p>\n

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Nearly a week later, Hop Sing fussed around Little Joe, straightening covers, fluffing pillows, re-arranging the nightstand. In short, irritating him to death.<\/p>\n

Joe plastered an angelic look on his face, not realizing it was marred by a grimace of discomfort as he shifted to look at Hop Sing. \u201cLook, Hop Sing, I know you\u2019ve got chores you need to get to down in the kitchen\u2026Why don\u2019t you take a break and go do them? I promise I\u2019ll stay right here, not budge an inch,\u201d he wheedled.<\/p>\n

\u201cHop Sing stay light here, Mistah Ben say. Hop Sing listen Mistah Ben, not Little Joe. Mistah Joe nevah like listen Doctah. Sometime Little Joe need listen better. Almost die, Hop Sing velly scared, family velly scared.\u201d<\/p>\n

A knock sounded on the door, and Ben entered, accompanied by Paul Martin. \u201cHello, Joseph, how are you doing today?\u201d asked Paul, taking in the look of frustration on the young man\u2019s pale but handsome face.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m tired of being in bed, if that\u2019s what you\u2019re talking about. I\u2019m feeling pretty good, all things considered. Still hurts some, and I\u2019m still pretty tired a lot of the time.\u201d Joe knew he couldn\u2019t lie completely, it would never be believed, but he could minimize his complaints, at least.<\/p>\n

\u201cAny more difficulty breathing?\u201d asked Paul, pulling out his stethoscope.<\/p>\n

\u201cNot a bit,\u201d answered Joe quickly.<\/p>\n

\u201cHop Sing, why don\u2019t you go make some coffee,\u201d suggested Ben, \u201cand I\u2019ll go tend to Paul\u2019s horse and buggy, maybe we can talk him into staying for dinner?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s the best offer I\u2019ve had all day, Ben. I\u2019ll be down when I\u2019ve finished my examination, and we\u2019ll visit then.\u201d<\/p>\n

Paul took his time, completing a thorough examination and changing both the abdomen and shoulder dressings. \u201cOverall, you look good, Joe, better than you have any right to look, really. You wounds are healing well, your lungs are clear. You\u2019re still pale and weak from blood loss, though, that\u2019s what\u2019s keeping you so tired. That\u2019s not going to get better overnight, so you need to keep from overexerting yourself.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOverexerting myself!\u201d Joe gave a hoot of laughter, one of the first since the attack. \u201cThese guys won\u2019t even let me adjust my own covers. They hover over me like a baby\u2026it\u2019s starting to get annoying. Can you tell them to back off some, Doc?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t know, Joe, you have a tendency to overdo things\u2026\u2026.\u201d Paul raised his brow at Joe.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019ll take it easy, I promise, Doc. I just feel bad that Pa and Adam and Hoss not only have to do all the ranch work, but then someone stays up all night watching me breathe. They\u2019re starting to look exhausted themselves. Being overtired is going to lead to one of them having an accident, and you know it. And they aren\u2019t eating well, because Hop Sing spends his whole day up here with me, and doesn\u2019t get his work done.\u201d Joe shook his head in frustration. \u201cI know I\u2019m not well yet, but I\u2019m on the way, and I don\u2019t need as much help as a did a few days ago even. They need to back off a bit, take care of themselves, you know it\u2019s the truth.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cJoe, I know that those men love you and I saw what it did to them when they thought they might lose you. It tore them apart.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cDon\u2019t you think I realize that\u2026\u2026.that\u2019s why I need you to tell them that they don\u2019t need to keep vigil anymore\u2026..they won\u2019t hear it from me, but they will from you. I don\u2019t need someone dancing attendance on me 24 hours a day. I need some privacy, and they need some rest.\u201d<\/p>\n

Paul gave a sigh. \u201cI have to agree with you that they\u2019re all starting to look ragged. I\u2019ll talk to them after dinner. I don\u2019t want you alone all day, I don\u2019t even want you out of bed for a while yet, at least not until my next visit. Someone needs to at least be in the house with you\u2026.but I\u2019ll tell them to do away with the night watch.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThanks, Doc.\u201d Joe settled back on his pillows, tired from the intensity of the conversation.<\/p>\n

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Joe laid in bed, enjoying the sound of the birds settling for the night in the tree outside his window. He heard riders approach, and listening intently determined that it was his family, arriving late for the third night in a row. The late nights were making him feel especially guilty about being abed for so long.<\/p>\n

\u201cDadburnit, Adam,\u201d Hoss said tiredly, \u201cmy back is killin\u2019 me from all this work. Of all the springs to have a bumper crop of calves. More roundin\u2019, more ropin\u2019 and more brandin\u2019.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s right,\u201d agreed Adam. \u201cAnd it doesn\u2019t help that we\u2019re shorthanded to start with. You can\u2019t find a decent ranch hand right now, all the other ranchers filled their payrolls while we were so worried about Joe. I couldn\u2019t even find a cook, so Hop Sing\u2019s gonna have to bring lunch out every day.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201c I know Pa really wanted a cook, at least, so\u2019s Hop Sing could stay here with Joe. But it jist ain\u2019t gonna happen. At least Joe\u2019s on the mend. I gotta admit, he\u2019s been better about all this bed rest than usual, I thought he\u2019d be chompin\u2019 at the bit by now to at least get downstairs.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI think now that his wounds are healing, it\u2019ll be starting soon. He\u2019s still really pale and worn out looking, though.\u201d<\/p>\n

The voices disappeared, leaving Joe deep in thought. He hadn\u2019t realized that they were so short-handed. Everyone always worked hard, now they were working even harder, and it was in many ways due to him, not that it was his fault. He also knew that if not for him, they\u2019d be staying out at the round-up, instead of wasting time coming home each night. At a minimum, he needed to do something to convince Pa that Hop Sing could be freed up to go feed the men at noon. Having a cook to do the meals allowed the hands to concentrate on working, and a good meal gave them the energy to work hard. And it sure sounded like they needed the best they could get from everyone right now.<\/p>\n

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The woman had been seeking work in town for two days now, without success. Nothing was open except a job at the saloon, which she hoped to avoid this time. The barkeep had wished her well, saying that the only other person he knew looking to hire right now was Ben Cartwright, and what he needed was hands and a cook.<\/p>\n

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The next morning, after seeing to Joe\u2019s needs, Hop Sing retired to the kitchen to prepare the food for the hands. Pa was going to pull a hand off the job to come back and get it. Joe had worked hard last evening at persuading Ben that he was well enough to be left alone for a few hours each day, so that Hop Sing could deliver the meal. But Ben didn\u2019t agree, and no amount of persuasion by Joe would convince him otherwise. Joe, already tired of bed rest, decided he needed to prove to everyone that he was better than they thought. The perfect way to do that was to make a trip downstairs. Ben and Paul might be mad when they found out, but at least they wouldn\u2019t be able to debate the fact. He\u2019d been sitting up in a chair for short periods the past two days, unbeknownst to anyone. It hadn\u2019t hurt too badly, although he\u2019d been tired afterwards.<\/p>\n

He sat up in bed and worked his legs over to the edge, going slowly to avoid jarring his side, still tender after two weeks of recovery. Doc Martin still had his arm immobilized to protect the shoulder, and the side of his chest sill hurt where it had been drained. Moving his legs out from beneath the covers, Little Joe slipped his feet into his slippers and slowly stood. He thought about pulling on his robe, but it was warm in the house today, and it seemed like an unnecessary expenditure of energy. So far, so good. Actually, it seemed a bit easier than yesterday. Shuffling his way to the door, he opened it and paused, listening a moment to confirm that Hop Sing was still in the kitchen. Hearing the reassuring clang of pots and pans, Joe slowly moved into the hallway, a hand on the wall for support. Making it to the top of the stairs, he paused a moment, slightly dizzy. Blinking his eyes to dispel the feeling, he moved to start his descent. After just one step down, the dizziness returned. Taking a deep breath to ward off the blackness, Joe struggled to suppress a cough. He swayed, grabbing the banister with his one good hand, wishing for a wall to lean on instead of the rail. This was not one of his better ideas, Joe decided. When the spinning sensation stopped, he turned gingerly to begin the trip back to his room. Mid-step, there was a knock at the door. Startled by the unexpected sound, Joe instinctively turned his head to take a look at the door. Dizziness swamped his senses, and his vision faded to black. Swaying, off balance, unable to break his fall in the least, Joe tumbled down the stairs, coming to rest in an awkward sprawl at the bottom.<\/p>\n

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Hearing the knock at the door, Hop Sing was on his way out of the kitchen when he heard the loud thumps of someone falling down the stairs. Rounding the corner, the family cook determined what had happened in one swift glance. Forgetting the knock, he ran to Joe\u2019s side, quickly ascertaining the he was still breathing. As he knelt at Joe\u2019s side, he heard the door open behind him.<\/p>\n

\u201cHello?\u201d Inquired a feminine voice. \u201cIs anyone here? Oh, there you are. Forgive the intrusion\u2026\u2026I knocked, but then I heard a horrible racket and thought I\u2019d best see if everything was alright\u2026\u2026..Oh, goodness, what happened?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cJoe fall, out of bed too soon. Set here, please, I get help.\u201d With that directive, Hop Sing ran out the back door to where the one remaining ranch hand was working on a broken wheel. Explaining the situation, he sent Tom to town for Doctor Martin. Re-entering the house, he returned to Joe\u2019s side. Working his was from head to toe, Hop Sing carefully examined Little Joe. He found a knot on the back of his head, which probably accounted for his loss of consciousness. He determined that while Joe\u2019s previous wounds seemed intact, he had bruised if not cracked several ribs on the left side of his chest, and broken his right leg. Throughout the exam, Hop Sing muttered to himself \u201cNevah wait. Always hurry. Nevah listen Doctor, \u201c interspersed randomly with rapid Chinese.<\/p>\n

\u201cIs there anything I can do to help?\u201d asked the woman, standing quietly by the couch. Startled, Hop Sing looked up. He had completely forgotten the guest.<\/p>\n

\u201cMissy wait while Hop Sing help Little Joe, then Hop Sing help Missy.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t mean to be a bother, I can come back another day\u2026\u2026..\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cMissy stay, please, Hop Sing maybe need help. Have buggy, maybe take word to Mistah Ben?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019d be glad to do whatever I can,\u201d came the reply.<\/p>\n

The sound of a horse and buggy coming into the yard at a good clip interrupted the conversation. Without knocking, Paul Martin came through the front door, black bag in hand.<\/p>\n

\u201dI ran into Tom not far from here, I was already on my way out to check on Joe,\u201d said Paul as he crossed the room.<\/p>\n

\u201cVelly glad to see you, Doctor. Now need tell Mistah Ben what happen.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo need, Hop Sing, I sent Tom on up to let Ben and the boys know. I imagine they\u2019ll be coming as soon as they can.\u201d<\/p>\n

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Paul had called that one right on the money. Within three hours, all three Cartwrights strode into the house, concern and weariness etched on their faces.<\/p>\n

Hop Sing came to meet them as they removed their gun and hats, placing them on the sideboard near the door. \u201cMistah Cartwright, Hop Sing so sorry. Not know Joe up til hear him fall.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s not your fault, Hop Sing. No one thinks it is. We all know Joe\u2019s stubborn, impetuous nature. After our discussion last night, I should have been expecting something like this.\u201d Ben reassured the worried man.<\/p>\n

Paul, hearing voices, came to the top of the stairs, wiping his hands on a clean cloth.<\/p>\n

\u201cPaul, how is he?\u201d asked Ben.<\/p>\n

\u201cWell, he\u2019s definitely set himself back some. He\u2019s got a concussion, and a pretty good one, hasn\u2019t been awake yet. Broke his right leg, I just got that set and casted. Cracked two ribs on the left, bruised a couple more. Hoss, I was hoping maybe you could help me bind those ribs. The fall was probably worse because with his other injuries, he couldn\u2019t do anything to break it.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019ll say this, short shanks don\u2019t ever do anything halfway,\u201d remarked Hoss as he started up the steps to help Paul.<\/p>\n

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Turning to speak to Adam, Ben was surprised to notice a woman sitting on the settee, sipping tea. Noticing that she had finally been seen, the woman rose, extending her hand to Ben.<\/p>\n

\u201cMister Cartwright, I\u2019m Abigail Jones. You don\u2019t know me, I\u2019m new in town. I came out to ask if you would even consider me for the cook position you\u2019ve been trying to fill, and, well, I\u2019m afraid I arrived at a very importune moment.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cMissy get here right when Joe fall, help Hop Sing with care of son,\u201d added the cook, bringing in a plate of sandwiches, knowing the men would be hungry.<\/p>\n

Ben looked at the slim young woman in the green dress. Auburn hair was arranged in a neat coil, a few stray ringlets attractively framing her face. Clear skin, green eyes, and a quick smile completed the attractive picture.<\/p>\n

I don\u2019t know Miss Jones\u2026\u2026. I must admit I was looking for a man to fill that job. It\u2019s hot and dusty rounding up the herd, and the branding is not a pleasant experience for many. The hours are long, and to be honest, the men may find you just too much of a distraction. \u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI thought as much, but it was worth asking,\u201d she said with a sigh and a disappointed look on her face. \u201c I guess I\u2019ll be taking that job in the saloon after all. I thank you for your time, and I hope your son improves quickly.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cPlease, Miss Jones, won\u2019t you join us for some food before you leave. It\u2019s the least we can do in return for your assistance.\u201d Adam spoke to Miss Jones, but his attention was on the top of the stairs, for he had heard to door open.<\/p>\n

Hoss and Paul came down the stairs. Ben and Adam met them at the bottom. \u201cYou can both go up and see him. He\u2019s still out at he moment.\u201d<\/p>\n

Ben started up the stairs. \u201cHoss, you and Paul can help yourselves to some food. Entertain Miss Jones while Adam and I see your brother, please.\u201d<\/p>\n

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Hoss helped himself to a sandwich and sat down opposite Miss Jones, placing his plate on the low table. Paul sat at the other end of the settee, sipping a cup of tea.<\/p>\n

\u201cWell, Miz Jones, I don\u2019t rightly know why ya came out to the Ponderosa, but I\u2019m right glad ya was here to help Hop Sing. My name\u2019s Hoss Cartwright, and I\u2019m Joe\u2019s next oldest brother. Adam, who ya probably already met, is the oldest. This here\u2019s Paul Martin, the town doctor.\u201d Hoss opened the conversation.<\/p>\n

\u201cDr. Martin and I met briefly earlier. I wasn\u2019t actually introduced to Adam, your father was quite distracted, and rightly so,\u201d Miss Jones replied, nodding at Hoss. \u201cI\u2019d like it if you could call me Abby, Miss Jones is a bit too formal for me.\u201d<\/p>\n

Conversation between the three went on for several minutes before Ben and Adam returned, having reassured themselves of their brothers condition. Adam was introduced to Abby, and after some momentary pleasantries, returned to sit with his ailing sibling.<\/p>\n

Ben told Hoss of Abby\u2019s request to be considered for the job of round-up cook; Hoss looked skeptical, voicing some of the same concerns his father had already mentioned. Paul looked at Abby with a thoughtful look in his eyes. \u201cMiss Jones, have you ever done any nursing?\u201d he asked quietly.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019ve taken care of relatives, but not a real nursing job with a doctor or anything like that,\u201d she answered. Ben, who had been listening, turned to Paul. \u201cWhat are you thinking, Paul?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWell, the way I see it, you have a big problem, Ben. You and the boys are needed at round-up, you\u2019re already shorthanded. You can\u2019t use Hop Sing for your round-up cook, because you need someone to stay here with Joe, tend to his needs and keep him in bed, or at least try to. Miss Jones, excuse me, Abby needs a job. Why can\u2019t she stay here and take care of Joe, freeing Hop Sing to go with you?\u201d<\/p>\n

Ben looked consideringly at Abby, a hopeful expression on her face, and then at Hoss. \u201cIt might solve one of our problems. At least one of us could still come back every night, to be with your brother. And a good cook up there would go a long way towards improving everyone\u2019s morale right now. Not only are we working them hard, but they\u2019re having to take turns cooking, and the lack of variety and quality is making everyone grumpy.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI agree, Pa, and the fact that we\u2019re shorthanded AND have a bumper crop of calves to round-up and brand this year is making the whole job tougher than usual. And the men know that the next thing on the agenda is moving the whole herd to a new grazing area. They know they\u2019re not going to get much of a break this spring,\u201d said Hoss.<\/p>\n

\u201cMiss Abby, would you consider taking the job? Not only is my son Joseph recovering from the injuries of today, he was already recovering from life threatening wounds received in a vicious robbery attempt. He chafes at the bit at being kept in bed. It might be quite a challenge.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cMr. Cartwright, I grew up with two brothers of my own who were the same way\u2026I think I can handle your son. If you\u2019re offering me the job, I\u2019ll take it.\u201d Abby\u2019s smiled gratefully.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019d be easiest if you stayed here at the ranch, if you\u2019re comfortable with that arrangement,\u201d said Ben. \u201cWe can discuss salary after dinner.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t have a problem staying here, if you\u2019re sure it\u2019s not too much trouble. Actually, it\u2019d cut down on my expenses considerably. I\u2019m sure whatever salary you offer will be fine.\u201d<\/p>\n

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Adam, Hoss, and Ben walked their guests out to their buggies for the trip back to town before Hoss went up to relieve Hop Sing. Arrangements had been made for Abby to start the day after tomorrow; tomorrow she would pack her things and stop at Doctor Martins for instructions and supplies. She and Paul would ride out together the following morning. Abby had offered to start the very next day, but all four Cartwrights were in agreement that no matter how much work needed to be done, they needed a day to reassure themselves that Joe was going to be okay. Hop Sing would use that day to make a comprehensive supply list and get it filled, and they would load the cook wagon for an early start.<\/p>\n

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On the ride back to town, following Doc Martin\u2019s buggy, Abby had time to think and plan. Disregarding the beautiful scenery, she reflected on the remarkable opportunity that had fallen into her lap. It would mean altering her original plans, but that shouldn\u2019t be a problem. It might even work out better. The elder Cartwright and his sons sure did seem fond of that troublesome young man. They\u2019d do anything to make sure he was taken care of. It\u2019d probably devastate the whole family if anything happened to him. Might even tear the whole family apart.<\/p>\n

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Two days later, a thoroughly chastened Joe lay in bed, watching his pretty nurse bustle around the room. Adam and Hoss had left early this morning with Hop Sing. Paul and Abby had arrived mid-morning. Paul\u2019s examination had been accompanied by a scathing lecture on the importance of following orders.<\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t like that cough, young man. I was concerned the other day that you might have aspirated some fluids after your fall. Now you\u2019ve got a slight fever. I\u2019m going to send a messenger out with some medicine when I get back to town. It should help with any chest congestion and also help fight infection. You need to take it, no complaints. And do some deep breathing, that\u2019ll help prevent a pneumonia from developing.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBut it hurts when I breathe deep, Doc.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd whose fault is that, Joe?\u201d interrupted Ben. \u201cIf you\u2019d followed the doctor\u2019s orders in the first place, you wouldn\u2019t be in this mess right now.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI know that, Pa, and I\u2019m really sorry. Okay, I\u2019ll take the medicine, I promise.\u201d Joe put his most contrite face.<\/p>\n

\u201cTake your pain medicine, too, Joe, I know those ribs and that leg are both painful. Do I need to send a refill out with the messenger?\u201d queried Paul.<\/p>\n

\u201cProbably wouldn\u2019t hurt. He had managed to cut it back some, but now it\u2019s picked up again,\u201d decided. Ben.<\/p>\n

Ben left the room with Paul, walking with him to the door. \u201cHow concerned should we be about this cough, Paul?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWell, I\u2019d be lying if I said I wasn\u2019t concerned about the possibility of a pneumonia. Joe was already weak from his previous injuries. Now he\u2019s confined to bed because of his leg, and breathing shallowly because of his ribs and the shoulder injury. I think he\u2019ll be just fine with the medicine, but I\u2019ll be out to check him the day after tomorrow. You send for me if you need me sooner. I guess we should consider ourselves lucky that his concussion seems minor.\u201d Paul climbed into his buggy for the trip back to town, pausing before taking the reins. He knew Ben well enough to know from his face that Ben had another question he wanted to ask. \u201cWell, go ahead and ask, I can tell you have another question.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAbby\u2026\u2026do you think she\u2019ll be okay here with Joe? I\u2019m leaving one hand behind in case she needs anything,\u2019 commented Ben.<\/p>\n

\u201cWell, she seemed very competent in my office yesterday, understood all the directions, and the dosing instructions for the medicines. I think she\u2019ll be fine. And won\u2019t you be coming home each night?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYeah, the plan right now is for at least one of us to be home each night, if not all three. I guess I\u2019m just being a worrier. God knows, that youngest son of mine gives me cause.\u201d<\/p>\n

Laughing in agreement, Paul flicked the reins and started out of the yard.<\/p>\n

Ben returned to the house to say good-bye to Joe and Abby before heading out.<\/p>\n

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The messenger arrived with the medicine several hours later. Joe was sleeping, still running a slight fever and grimacing in pain occasionally, despite a recent dose of his pain medicine. Abby took the medicine and thanked the boy, sending him on his way. Mentally reviewing the instructions Dr. Martin had given her, she smiled to herself. Taking the medicine to the kitchen, she opened a packet. White, granular powder, looked like sugar. Mixing the packet in a small amount of water, she took a sip, grimacing. Definitely not sugar, she thought. Maybe she could do something about that horrible taste\u2026.sweeten it up a bit. She set to work.<\/p>\n

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All three Cartwright men elected to return home that evening, somewhat uncomfortable with the fact that Joe was running a fever. Ben had relayed Paul\u2019s concerns to his older sons; now they were all anxious to get home and see their youngest brother.<\/p>\n

Walking into the house, Ben called out \u201cMiss Jones\u2026\u2026Abby?\u201d When she appeared at the top of the stairs, fingers to her lips in a \u2018hush\u2019 motion, Adam stepped closer to the stairwell so that he could speak normally.<\/p>\n

\u201cHow\u2019s Joe?\u201d he inquired.<\/p>\n

Abby turned to listen for any noise from the room she had just left, and hearing none, moved to stand on the landing mid-way down the stairs. \u201cHe\u2019s still feverish, enough to look flushed now. He just took his pain medicine a short while ago, and is in a restless sleep at the moment. He also just had his second dose of the new medicine Dr. Martin sent.\u201d<\/p>\n

Hoss moved to stand next to Adam. \u201cWhy don\u2019t you come on down and get some rest. Me and Adam here can sit with Joe for a while, and between the three of us, we\u2019ll split the night shift.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThank you, I am rather tired and hungry. It\u2019s been a long day, what with getting out here and all. And I do want to be rested for tomorrow. Let me just walk up with you and go over his medication schedule.\u201d She turned and retraced her steps to Joe\u2019s room, trailed by Ben, Adam and Hoss.<\/p>\n

Entering his room, Ben immediately walked to his son. Joe lay in a reclining position, supported by pillows. He moved restlessly at intervals, each bout of movement bringing a small grimace to his face. He looked pale against the white sheets, his color still not having returned to normal since the shooting. In the midst of the pallor, two bright spots of color bloomed on his cheeks. Placing a hand to his forehead, Ben felt the warmth emanating from his son. Turning, he noted the basin of cool water and cloths that Abby had been using to comfort Joe. With effort, he pulled his attention back to where Abby was instructing Hoss and Adam on which medications were to be given when and the proper instructions for mixing the powders.<\/p>\n

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The three men took shift sitting with Joe, dozing intermittently in the chair next to the bed. He awoke and spoke to each of them, seeming alert and coherent, if not exactly chipper. As morning arrived, his fever seemed no worse, perhaps even slightly improved, and he was resting more comfortably than last evening. The three men, after some discussion, decided they would all return to the round-up today, since Joe seemed no worse, and perhaps a bit better. Abby was instructed on where they would be, in case she would need them. After checking on a still sleeping Joe, the men saddled up their horses and rode out.<\/p>\n

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Joe woke slowly, and blinked to clear his head. His head was pounding and he felt achy all over. The aches were more acute in some spots, his leg and chest in particular. His mouth felt as if it were stuffed with cotton, and he looked to the night table for a glass of water. Seeing the movement, Abby rose from her seat by the window.<\/p>\n

\u201cGood morning, Joseph. How are you feeling this morning?\u201d Abby asked with a smile.<\/p>\n

\u201cTo be honest, not to good. Can I get a drink of water, please?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOf course. Let me mix one of your chest powders up, and you can take that at the same time.\u201d<\/p>\n

Joe obediently swallowed the glass of medicine, and chased it with another glass of water. Abby tried to talk him into a full breakfast, but a few bites of egg and a piece of toast was the most he could manage before becoming too tired. As Abby straightened his bed and went to add cool water to the washbasin, Joe fell asleep.<\/p>\n

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Returning to the room, Abby sat in the chair near the window. She thought of the satisfaction she had felt at the end of the day yesterday. She anticipated that that feeling would grow daily. The deep caring between the men of the household had been quite evident and very touching. She continued to reflect on this as she took up her embroidery hoop and started to sew.<\/p>\n

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As night fell, the three men returned home, to find Doctor Martin\u2019s buggy in the yard. Tom emerged from the barn leading his horse, only to stop short when he spied his employers. \u201cI was just comin\u2019 up ta git ya, have ya come home,\u201d said Tom. \u201cFigured it was more important to go git the doc first off, so\u2019s he could get out here soon as possible.\u201d<\/p>\n

Acknowledging the words and asking him to please put the horses in the barn, Ben and the boys headed towards the door.<\/p>\n

Not seeing anyone upon entering, they headed straight up the stairs. Abby stood in the open door of Joe\u2019s room, and stepped aside as Ben approached. Entering the room, the men formed a wall of love and apprehension, as they watched their long time friend complete his examination. They had known Paul long enough to know from his face that the news would not be good. Joe lay in the bed, flushed and restless. His breathing was shallow. A hoarse, deep cough racked his body every few minutes. Several times during Paul\u2019s exam, he opened his eyes, but only once did he answer Paul\u2019s questions, and then he quickly closed his eyes again.<\/p>\n

Paul completed his exam and picked up his bag. Motioning to Abby to resume the cool clothes, he then motioned Ben, Hoss and Adam into the hall.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat\u2019s wrong, Doc?\u201d asked Hoss, voice wavering slightly.<\/p>\n

Pausing to look each of the three men in the face, silently telegraphing the fact that he was worried, too, Paul shared his findings with them. \u201cHis fever has risen steadily all day. His breathing has worsened, and so has his cough. He has definite congestion in his right lung, and he\u2019s not breathing as easily as he was yesterday, or this morning, according to Abby. I know he couldn\u2019t have looked like this this morning, or there\u2019s no way all three of you would have left. He developing a pneumonia\u2026\u2026.and in his weakened condition, you need to know that it could be fatal.\u201d He hated to give that last piece of information to his dear friends, knowing how it would hurt them to hear, coming so soon on the heals of their last scare. But he wouldn\u2019t be doing his job if he wasn\u2019t honest with them.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat should we do?\u201d Adam asked what they all wanted to know.<\/p>\n

\u201cKeep working on getting the fever down. Cool cloths, perhaps a wet sheet over him\u2026.I really don\u2019t want to put him in an ice bath, it could be too much of a shock for him, and his fever isn\u2019t high enough for that yet. If it continues to rise, we may need to use ice on his pressure points. He needs to be in whatever position it is easiest for him to breath in, that\u2019ll probably be a partially upright position. We\u2019ll continue the medication for his chest congestion, it should help him fight infection, too\u2026.I\u2019ll probably cut back on the pain powders, we\u2019re walking a fine line here between being comfortable enough to draw a good breath and having the medication depress his respiratory drive. I\u2019ll need someone to ride into town, post a note on the office door, so people will know where I am.\u201d<\/p>\n

Adam and Hoss exchanged a look of heightened concern at the news that Paul intended to stay at the ranch. He must be very worried indeed, they thought.<\/p>\n

\u201cAdam, Hoss, go make some sandwiches and coffee. Hoss, after you eat a bite, you head into town to post that note. Adam, you go to the cellar and check our supply of ice; if needed, Hoss can get some in town. Start chipping it, we may need a lot tonight.\u201d Ben issued orders, in an effort to feel in control of the situation. \u201cHoss, when you go out, tell Tom to be ready to ride out to the round-up at sun up and let them know that we won\u2019t be coming back tomorrow. Bob will know what needs done, he\u2019s a strong foreman. Tom can stay and help them out. Oh, and make sure he updates Hop Sing.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWill do, Pa,\u201d replied Hoss, as he and Adam started down the stairs.<\/p>\n

Ben and Paul returned to the room, where it looked like little had changed. Abby looked up at their entrance. \u201cDoctor, what else can I do?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou look tired, go to bed. Between the three of us, we\u2019ll do the night shift again\u201d Ben knew that none of them would be able to sleep anyway. \u201cThen you\u2019ll be fresh to relieve us in the morning.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAbby, before you go, when was the last time he was medicated?\u201d questioned Paul, walking towards the door with her. As he escorted her downstairs, Ben could hear them reviewing medication doses and schedules. He walked to the bedside of his youngest son, taking a seat next to the bed, afraid to sit on the bed for fear of causing him pain. He took Joseph\u2019s hand in his, alarmed at the heat radiating from his son. Bowing his head, he touched their clasped hands to his forehead and once again prayed for the Lord\u2019s intervention.<\/p>\n

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Paul returned to the room to report that Hoss was on his way to town. Tom had his instructions and would stop by in the morning to check on things at the house before he left. Adam was in the cellar, chipping ice, of which there was plenty. Abby had retired to her room. Knowing that he wasn\u2019t going to budge Ben from that bedside for a while, if at all, he had a sandwich and a cup of coffee in his hand.<\/p>\n

While Ben ate, Paul completed another cursory examination of his patient. Not much change. He shared with Ben that it seemed that medications had been given correctly, both times and amounts.<\/p>\n

\u201dThen why is he still getting worse, Paul?\u201d Ben asked in a frustrated voice.<\/p>\n

\u201cBen, you know as well as I do that medications can\u2019t treat everything equally well. Perhaps this is a particularly virulent infection Joe has. His weakened condition certainly doesn\u2019t help in the least. There are a number of variables to take into account.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI know, and I\u2019m sorry to snap at you, Paul. You\u2019re a good friend, in addition to being the best doctor I know. We\u2019re lucky to have you in Virginia City.\u201d<\/p>\n

Nodding his acceptance of the apology, Paul and Ben began placing cool clothes on Joe\u2019s forehead and chest.<\/p>\n

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Hoss posted the notice that Doc had written up on the office door, as Paul had asked. Returning to his horse, he spied Roy Coffee taking a last patrol through the town. Deciding that it certainly wouldn\u2019t hurt to let the sheriff know where the doc was, Hoss ambled over to where Roy stood, surveying the quiet street.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat you doin\u2019 in town this time-a night, Hoss?\u201d Roy asked, his voice concerned. \u201cIf you\u2019re comin\u2019 for the Doc, he ain\u2019t here.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI know, he\u2019s out at our place. Joe\u2019s got a pneumonia. I just put up a note sayin\u2019 where he was in case anyone needs him. He should be back tomorrow.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHow\u2019s your Pa and you boys makin\u2019 out? Hate to say this, but you look God-awful tired.\u201d Roy looked with alarm at the furrowed brow and dark circles marring Hoss\u2019s usually placid face.<\/p>\n

\u201cWell, we\u2019s all burnin\u2019 the candle at both ends right now. We had a bumper crop of calves this spring, and got a late start on round-up \u2018cause of Joe gettin\u2019 shot up. Missed out on hirin\u2019 a full roster of hands, so we\u2019re workin\u2019 short, and then trying to take care of Joe, too. Pa hired a pretty little gal to help out with Joe during the day so\u2019s we could help with the brandin\u2019.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBet Joe\u2019s lovin\u2019 havin\u2019 her around,\u201d chuckled Roy.<\/p>\n

\u201cRoy, I don\u2019t think he\u2019s hardly feelin\u2019 good enough to notice right about now.\u201d Hoss shook his head sadly.<\/p>\n

\u201cDo I know this gal?\u201d inquired Roy.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019d doubt it, she was only in town a few days before we moved her out to the ranch. Pretty little slip of a thing with auburn hair and a quiet voice,\u201d replied Hoss.<\/p>\n

\u201cI think I recollect seein\u2019 her makin\u2019 the rounds, lookin\u2019 for work,\u201d Roy offered after thinking a minute. Some people might think he was getting too old for sheriffing, but the truth of the matter is, very little that happened in Virginia City got past Roy Coffee.<\/p>\n

\u201cWell, I\u2019m headin\u2019 out, I jist wanted t\u2019let you know where the doc was. If\u2019n you hear anyone askin\u2019 about hirin\u2019 on for ranch work, send \u2018em our way!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou take care, Hoss, and give your family my best,\u201d said Roy with a final wave before turning to continue down the street.<\/p>\n

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Hoss returned home after midnight, to find Ben and Paul asleep in front of the fireplace, half finished cups of coffee on the table. Taking the stairs as quietly as possible, he joined Adam in Joe\u2019s room. A single lamp provided a soft glow, and even the dim light could not prevent Hoss from seeing clearly that his brother\u2019s temperature was still high. Hair damp from sweat and cool cloths, Joe\u2019s skin was covered in a thin sheen of sweat. Adam methodically replaced cool cloths, starting at Joe\u2019s forehead and working down to his legs. Joe lay quietly, except for an occasional fever induced shiver. Looking up at Hoss, his eyes expressed his concern. \u201cPaul said that we should try cool cloths to his pulse points, try to cool him that way.\u201d Nodding his head in understanding, Hoss silently began to assist his brother. Neck, armpits, groin, tossing in the forehead and chest for good measure\u2026\u2026.then return to the top to start the process over again, exchanging warm cloths for cool. Aside form the occasional moan, Joe was silent except for the harsh noise of each exchange of breath. Rocked by a bout of coughing, Joe whimpered. \u201cHurts\u2026..hurts\u2026help me\u2026gotta get home\u2026.safe\u2026\u201d Grimacing, eyes tightly shut, a single tear rolled down his cheek. Leaning close, Adam reassured Joe that he was home and safe, but he didn\u2019t seem to hear.<\/p>\n

\u201cJoe, Joe\u2026open yer eyes,\u201d Hoss instructed. Watching the struggle as Joe complied, both were momentarily heartened by his attempt to follow their directions. But when they gazed into his eyes, glazed by fever, unrecognizing, they looked at each other with a renewed sense of anxiety, and quickly resumed replacing the compresses.<\/p>\n

After many repetitions, Hoss ventured the thought \u201cAdam, it just don\u2019t seem like this is doin\u2019 much good, I don\u2019t think his fever\u2019s down a bit.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI agree, but I don\u2019t think it\u2019s gone up, either, so let\u2019s keep going for a while longer.\u201d Both then retreated into their own thoughts, thoughts of fear that both were hesitant to voice aloud.<\/p>\n

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Near morning, Joe began to experience chills with increasing frequency. Joined by Ben and Paul, between the four of them they got his medications down him. Paul began an examination of Joe, while Hoss and Adam updated the two older men on what they had done during the night. Ben told them that Tom had just left for the round-up; it was his knock which had awakened the two men.<\/p>\n

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Midmorning, Ben appeared at the top of the stairs, basin of water in hand. Abby entered the dining area from the kitchen, having just finished the dishes from her late breakfast. Ben had not wanted to leave Joe\u2019s side this morning. Doctor Martin had returned to town to check his practice and see a few other patients. Abby has spent some time cleaning the kitchen. It had given her the perfect opportunity to consider and refine her plans.<\/p>\n

\u201cMr. Cartwright, I left some scrambled eggs and pancakes in the warming oven, if your hungry,\u201d she said. \u201cWhy don\u2019t I relieve you so that you can get a bit more sleep? You still look quite tired.\u201d<\/p>\n

Meeting Ben at the base of the stairs, she took the basin, intending to refill it with ice water. Ben relinquished it without fuss; in truth he was too tired and worried to fuss about much. He\u2019d looked in on both Hoss and Adam on his way down. Hoss lay across his bed, still fully clothed; Adam had at least taken his boots off before falling into an exhausted slumber. He knew the dark circles beneath their eyes were merely a reflection of those beneath his.<\/p>\n

Seeing his hesitation, Abby set the basin on the table and placed a hand on his arm. \u201cPlease, Mr. Cartwright, you\u2019ll be no good to Joseph if you fall sick yourself from exhaustion and lack of sleep.\u201d<\/p>\n

Placing a hand over hers where it rested on his arm, Ben nodded, silently acceding her the point. \u201cWake me is anything changes, if you need me at all,\u201d he directed, not turning to climb the stairs until he had extracted her solemn promise.<\/p>\n

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Roy ambled along the sidewalk on his mid-day rounds. He\u2019d just came from a stop at the Doctor\u2019s office, and an unease about the condition of his friends youngest son was plaguing him. Somehow, he had hoped that Hoss\u2019s account had been colored by brotherly love, but it seemed that it was accurate.<\/p>\n

Spying Tuck Simpson over at the mercantile, he crossed the street and joined him near the rear of the wagon.<\/p>\n

\u201cHowdy, Tuck,\u201d Roy greeted the tall, lanky man. \u201cBeen awhile since we seen ya here in town. How\u2019s that little bride of your\u2019n?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHow do, sheriff. Lucy\u2019s good, takin\u2019 to ranch life just fine. Been busy with the spring round-up. Had a decent year, it was powerful busy there for a while, but it\u2019s fallin\u2019 off now. Anything news worthy I should take back to Lucy? How\u2019s Little Joe doin\u2019? We heard about his run in with the Wilson gang. He got the girls swoonin\u2019 over his poor recoverin\u2019 self yet?\u201d Tuck knew Little Joe\u2019s well-deserved reputation with the women in town.<\/p>\n

Roy looked thoughtfully at Tuck, knowing that he and Joe were good friends. \u201cTuck, I hate ta be the one ta tell ya this, but the Cartwrights are ahavin\u2019 a bad time of it this spring.\u201d<\/p>\n

An immediate look of disquiet replaced the amusement in Tuck\u2019s eyes. \u201cWhatta ya mean?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cC\u2019mon over to the saloon, I\u2019ll fill you in over a beer.\u201d<\/p>\n

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\u201cAnd that\u2019s it in a nutshell,\u201d concluded Roy. \u201cThey\u2019re all exhausted, Little Joe\u2019s awful sick according ta Hoss, and Doc Martin was concerned enough ta spend the night last night. On top of that they\u2019re shorthanded for round-up and brandin\u2019. Little Joe\u2019s initial injuries meant that they got a late start on hiring, most of the available hands was hired on elsewheres before they even got around to thinkin\u2019 \u2018bout it.\u201d<\/p>\n

Early in the conversation, they\u2019d been joined at the table by Matt Jeffers. He and Tuck exchanged thoughtful glances. Roy knew that both considered the Cartwrights to be good friends, and would help them if they could.<\/p>\n

\u201cRound-up is windin\u2019 down on my spread\u2026\u2026I can spare some hands to send Ben\u2019s way,\u201d mused Tuck.<\/p>\n

\u201dMine\u2019s still going strong, but I reckon I can spare a few anyhows. Won\u2019t hurt them that\u2019s left to have to work a bit harder for their money,\u201d added Matt.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m sure Ben\u2019d be appreciative of any help you want to offer.\u201d<\/p>\n

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By early evening, Doctor Martin had returned to the ranch, leaving word in town as to where he could be reached. Walking into Joe\u2019s room, he found Adam and Hoss, Ben and Abby gathered around the bed. The restless figure on the bed was mumbling incoherently. It was immediately obvious that his fever had not broken, had in fact climbed higher. Bright eyes occasionally darted around the room, open but unfocused. Flags of ruddy color bloomed on the cheeks, a startling contrast to the pale skin and dark circles beneath the sunken eyes. While placing his stethoscope in his ears, Paul first observed Joe\u2019s breathing. Shallow pants were interspersed with the occasional deep breath, which served to initiate a bout of coughing about half the time. Mild flaring of the nostrils, quite sever after the coughing fits. Listening, Paul heard increased congestion on the right, although only a little on the left. Joe\u2019s heartbeat was rapid, but regular, a combination of the effects of fever, pain, and the increased work of breathing.<\/p>\n

Removing the stethoscope from his ears, Paul turned to look squarely at the rest of he family. \u201cWe need to get this fever down. Hoss, go get a tarp, Adam, go chip a large bucketful of ice. Ben, gather some clean towels and linens. Abby, can you mix up some pain medicine, his chest medicine and a headache powder, that will often help with a fever, too. We need to make a concerted effort to get fluids into him, the rapid breathing increases the speed of water loss, accelerating dehydration. Notice how parched his lips are becoming.\u201d<\/p>\n

Everyone scattered, relieved to have a concrete task to focus on.<\/p>\n

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As Hoss was returning from the barn, laden with a black tarp, he was startled to note the approach of a large group of men on horseback. Turning, he stared as Tuck, Matt Jeffers, and Charlie Devlin rode into the yard, followed closely by at least thirty men.<\/p>\n

\u201cHowdy, Hoss,\u201d offered Tuck. \u201cYour Pa around?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYeah, he sure is\u2026\u2026\u2026PA!\u201d yelled Hoss, eyeing the group with growing curiosity.<\/p>\n

Ben appeared on the porch, Adam on his heels. Seeing who was in the yard, Ben set down the linens in his hand and strode forward to offer a greeting. \u201cTuck, Matt, Charlie\u2026it\u2019s nice of you to stop by, but I\u2019m afraid this isn\u2019t a very good time. Joseph\u2019s very ill, we\u2019re trying to break his fever.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThis isn\u2019t just a friendly visit, Ben,\u201d replied Matt. \u201cYou\u2019ve helped us all out at different points in the past, and now we\u2019re here to return the favor.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWe, uh, we kinda heard about the troubles you were having when we were in town.\u201d This from Tuck in an apologetic tone.<\/p>\n

The three men had spoken at length during the final leg of the trip to the ranch. All thought that Ben would initially be reluctant to accept their assistance. The Cartwrights could be mighty proud and stubborn at times.<\/p>\n

\u201cWe got near thirty hands here, ready to help with your round-up and brandin\u2019. Don\u2019t go denyin\u2019 us this chance to finally repay some of the help you\u2019ve given us through the years,\u201d Tuck said.<\/p>\n

Ben looked from face to face, his eyes misting with unshed tears. \u201cThank you\u2026\u2026..thank you all.\u201d Turning to look at the house, clearly anxious to return to his son, he spoke to Adam. \u201cSon, can you and Hoss get these men settled into the bunkhouse, they can ride to the camp at first light.\u201d Turning once more to his three friends, he swallowed hard. \u201cThis means a lot to us, we\u2019re grateful to have friends like you.\u201d Ben gathered the linens, tarp, and bucket of ice, and hurried into the house.<\/p>\n

Adam and Hoss greeted the newcomers. Despite Ben\u2019s offer of the bunkhouse for the night, the men elected to head for the round-up camp, settle in, and be ready to go to work at first light. Tuck waved farewell to Charlie and Matt, watching them ride off towards home together. Turning, he looked intently at Hoss and Adam.<\/p>\n

\u201cThings gotta be bad here for your Pa to take help like that without even a token protest,\u201d he observed.<\/p>\n

\u201cThey are, Tuck, they are\u2026they\u2019s powerful bad,\u201d answered Hoss, Adam nodding his agreement.<\/p>\n

\u201cSo, you think I could see Joe for a minute?\u201d asked Tuck. He and Joe had been friends for a long time; in fact, Joe had been best man at his wedding last year.<\/p>\n

\u201cDon\u2019t see why not. Just know that he\u2019s pretty out of it, and probably won\u2019t realize you\u2019re here,\u201d said Adam as the three of them walked towards the house.<\/p>\n

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Tuck came down the steps, visibly shaken, hands crinkling the brim of the hat he carried. Despite the warning, he\u2019d not expected Joe to look so debilitated. His friend was his own age\u2026.too young to be so ill. Making his farewells, he mounted his horse for a somber trip home.<\/p>\n

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Hoss gently returned Joe to the bed, the tarp spread beneath him. Paul and Ben were wrapping ice in towels, and Adam started to place the ice packs along Joe\u2019s sides. Joe radiated heat, tossing his head to and fro. Quickly, they worked with a quiet sense of desperation. Hoss sat in the chair at the side of the bed, glass and spoon in hand, focused on his task of getting fluids into his brother. One spoonful at a time, Hoss worked with a single-minded determination shared by all.<\/p>\n

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Abby had long since been sent to bed, and yet the four men remained in the room, none willing to leave. Slowly, they watched as Joe\u2019s respirations increased in speed, remaining shallow. His nostrils flared steadily now, and he was grunting at intervals. Paul knew that this was his bodies attempt to keep the small airways open. He added several pillows behind Joe, moving him to a more upright position to aid in his breathing. The fever remained high, although it rose no further after the ice packs were started.<\/p>\n

Towards morning, Paul awoke from his position in the chair at the bedside. After first glancing at Joe to see that he appeared stable, he glanced around and saw Hoss and Adam dozing at the bedside also. Searching the room for Ben, he spotted him over near the window, on his knees in silent prayer. As he completed his request, Ben felt eyes upon him and looked over to note that Paul had awakened.<\/p>\n

Rising, Paul listened to Joe\u2019s chest, a frown beginning to develop. \u201cWhat?\u201d asked Ben, a slightly panicky note creeping into his voice. At the sound of their father\u2019s voice, Hoss and Adam woke quickly. Shaking his head, Paul looked at the three men waiting for his answer. \u201cI\u2019m afraid the pneumonia is spreading to the left side now. I must admit, I\u2019m surprised this new medicine isn\u2019t doing something, anything, for Joe. From all accounts, it\u2019s supposed to work very well on this type of thing.\u201d<\/p>\n

Paul moved to the window and stood, staring out at the start of a glorious sunrise.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat else can we do? There\u2019s gotta be somethin\u2019 else,\u201d stated Hoss.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m very much afraid we\u2019re reaching the point where it\u2019s going to be left to your brother\u2019s strength of will and constitution to pull him through this,\u201d Paul answered. He turned to face them, a sense of failure written clearly visible on his face. \u201cI am at the limits of my abilities to treat him. He\u2019s not responding to medications well. If he were healthy and strong going into this, I\u2019d be more optimistic\u2026.\u201d His voice trailed off, unable to complete the thought aloud. Hoss and Adam could see their father\u2019s face fall with this bit of news. He\u2019d known such grief already in his life. Both knew that Little Joe was the spark that brought life and laughter to this family. They both knew that losing their brother would plunge Ben into a blackness from which he might not recover.<\/p>\n

\u201cWe\u2019re not gonna give up on him!\u201d asserted Hoss, ever his brother\u2019s protector.<\/p>\n

\u201cNow, I never said that, Hoss,\u201d said Paul. \u201cI just said I was running out of new things to try.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWell, then, we\u2019ll just keep on doin\u2019 like we are, only we\u2019ll do it harder and better. My little brother\u2019s a fighter, and I\u2019m gonna be right in there fightin\u2019 with him.\u201d<\/p>\n

Adam moved to Hoss\u2019s side, voicing his agreement. \u201cJoe can pull through this, we just have to have faith. How many times has he pulled off things that we thought were impossible?\u201d<\/p>\n

Ben started towards the door. \u201cWhere you heading, Pa?\u201d asked Adam.<\/p>\n

\u201cDown to the kitchen to get some clean water. One of you better mix his medications, it\u2019s about time for them again. And we\u2019ll be needing some more ice soon, by the looks of it.\u201d<\/p>\n

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Roy looked up as his office door opened. Smiling as he recognized his visitor, he rose and extended his hand. \u201cSheriff Brady, good to see ya. What brings you to Virginia City?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOh, I was in Sacramento, testifying, and had a stopover on my way back to Brimstone.<\/p>\n

Thought I\u2019d stop in and visit a bit, see an old friend.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNot so much emphasis on the \u201cOld\u201d there,\u201d laughed Roy. \u201cC\u2019mon, I\u2019ll buy ya a late breakfast over at the hotel \u2018n\u2019 catch ya up on things.\u201d<\/p>\n

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Abby shared duties with the men, all working diligently. She could see the fear in each set of eyes, when they thought that no one was looking. Much as they didn\u2019t want to admit it aloud, each feared greatly for the life they fought for. Abby was finding it hard to believe that Joe was still holding on. She had expected the pneumonia to take him a day ago\u2026\u2026.she really hadn\u2019t planned on being here this long. Should\u2019ve just stuck with her original plan and killed him outright, she thought. It had been nice, though, watching the whole family suffer. She\u2019d been right in her assessment of how much something happening to Joe would hurt all of them. But she was feeling the need to move on\u2026with all of them home and the Doc here so much, someone was bound to catch on to what was going on. So far, either she or one of the Cartwrights had mixed the medications\u2026.if Dr. Martin ever did, he might notice the switch. She needed to think on this for a bit.<\/p>\n

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\u201cAnd then, lets see, the Wilson gang was shot down out at the Cartwright place, after they tried to rob Little Joe. Wounded him bad, almost died.\u201d Roy continued filling in his friend.<\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s the youngest son, right? Curly hair, green eyes? He better now?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWell, actually, no, he\u2019s not. Started to recover from his wounds and got all impatient at bein\u2019 in bed, got up too soon and took a bad fall, broke his leg. Now he\u2019s got a pneumonia, and it\u2019s not lookin\u2019 at all good.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSorry to hear that. Met all three boys once with their father, seemed like a fine upstandin\u2019 family.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThat they are, that they are. Well, that about brings you up to speed, Stan.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThe Wilson gang, were all of them killed? I recollect most reports called for six members, but there was this old man out my way who always insisted there were seven.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWe accounted for six, spent several days lookin\u2019 without pickin\u2019 up any sign of a seventh man,\u201d stated Roy.<\/p>\n

\u201cThis old man, he claimed that the seventh member was a tiny gal, pretty red-brown hair, could charm the birds out of a tree and then turn right around and be meaner than a snake. Tell the truth, we never did put a lot of stock in his story.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cA woman, you say\u2026.with auburn hair? Hoss told me the Cartwrights hired a gal to help with Joe, it bein\u2019 round-up time and all. She kinda fits that description.\u201d Tossing his napkin on the table, Roy started to rise. \u201cIf\u2019n you don\u2019t mind, Stan, I think I\u2019ll just take me a ride out to the Ponderosa and have a talk with this little lady.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cRoy, if it\u2019s not a bother, can I ride along?\u201d Stan asked, rising and putting on his hat in anticipation of an affirmative answer.<\/p>\n

\u201cGlad of the company, Stan. Let\u2019s get goin\u2019.\u201d<\/p>\n

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Abby finally convinced the men to take a break and get some rest. It certainly hadn\u2019t been easy, but once Doctor Martin had added his opinion, they had reluctantly retreated to their rooms.<\/p>\n

Abby moved slowly down the hall, peering into each room as she passed. The Cartwrights seemed to be sleeping soundy, dead to the world. No, she grinned as she thought, that\u2019d be the youngest Cartwright, and soon! She\u2019d finally decided to just get this over with, once and for all. She was ready to move on, but the death of her brother at Joe Cartwright\u2019s hands needed to be avenged first.<\/p>\n

Once in her room, Abby exchanged the detested dress for her usual worn shirt and pants. Piling her hair haphazardly on top of her head, she jammed her tattered hat on. Grabbing her handgun from beneath the bed, she hurriedly packed her few belongings into a saddle bag. She figured once she was done, she\u2019d just help herself to Joe\u2019s Pinto; after all, he\u2019d have no further use for the horse. In fact, she\u2019d best get the horse ready now, before moving ahead with the rest of the operation.<\/p>\n

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Roy had developed an odd feeling of urgency on the way to the ranch. It caused the hair on the back of his neck to stand up, and moved him to spur his horse to a faster gait. He\u2019d been a lawman too long to ignore these feelings when they came upon him. He and Stan entered the empty yard of the ranch house. Stan looked around with curiosity, as he\u2019d not been to the Ponderosa before. Roy spied Cochise, saddled and ready to go. But instead of being tethered to the hitching post, the horse was tethered to a bush near the side of the house. Roy walked to the door and knocked softly. Getting no answer, and being a long-time friend, he opened the door slowly and quietly entered the house, motioning Stan to follow. Standing just inside the door, he listened intently, hearing nothing except Hoss\u2019s resounding snore.<\/p>\n

Seeing Stan\u2019s puzzled look, Roy leaned over and said softly: \u201cHoss\u2026.they must be getting some rest.\u201d<\/p>\n

Stan, equally quietly, asked \u201cThat the big middle son?\u201d Roy nodded an affirmative answer.<\/p>\n

Quietly mounting the stairs, Roy could see the door to Joe\u2019s room ajar. As he approached, he could hear talking, although he couldn\u2019t make out the words until he reached the door itself.<\/p>\n

\u201cNow, in just a bit, you\u2019ll be feeling much better. \u2018Course, Doc here\u2019s gonna have a headache and a half. Almost hate to put you out of your misery, it\u2019s been a healing thing for me to watch\u2026You\u2019re probably wondering why I\u2019m doing this\u2026why now\u2026truth is, you\u2019re just taking too long to do it yourself\u2026.\u201d<\/p>\n

Peering in the crack of the door, they couldn\u2019t see anyone. Then they spied the man\u2014no wait, the girl, dressed in trousers\u2014wielding a revolver in a way that said she knew how to use it, pacing near Joe\u2019s bed.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhy did you have to go and mess up our plan? First you turned off here instead of going straight to Virginia City. Then you and your brothers shoot up the gang, including Hank, my brother, the only family I had\u2026and for that, you definitely have to pay.\u201d The laugh that accompanied this proclamation had an evil, crazed quality to it.<\/p>\n

Roy motioned Stan to remain at the door. He entered Ben\u2019s room and lightly touched Ben\u2019s shoulder, placing a hand over Ben\u2019s mouth. Once Ben acknowledged Roy\u2019s unspoken command to keep quiet, Roy leaned close and whispered to him. \u201cAbby\u2019s in Joe\u2019s room. She\u2019s that last member of the Wilson gang. Ben, she\u2019s plannin\u2019 to kill him.\u201d<\/p>\n

Ben\u2019s eyes opened wide at new threat to his son\u2019s life. \u201cShould we wake Adam and Hoss?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t think so, not yet, the more people in the hall, the greater chance of makin\u2019 noise and tippin\u2019 our hand. Right now she doesn\u2019t know we\u2019re here.\u201d<\/p>\n

Ben nodded his understanding and rose. Grabbing the handgun from the drawer in his bedside table, he followed Roy into the hall, sock-footed, nodding to acknowledge Roy\u2019s companion.<\/p>\n

\u201cI couldn\u2019t believe it when this chance just fell into my lap\u2026you can\u2019t know the delicious irony of my knock causing you to fall, setting this whole scenario in motion. Then your father hiring me as your nurse\u2026..what a perfect set up. It\u2019s a shame you can\u2019t just up and die, natural-like, of the pneumonia. Then they wouldn\u2019t even suspect me\u2026.until I sent a letter, maybe on the anniversary of your death, letting them know you were really murdered. I could even stick in town for a while, watch your family grieve. But like I said, I\u2019m getting an itch to move on, and I don\u2019t like loose ends\u2026\u201d Seeing the figure move towards the head of the bed, out of their sight line, they heard a gasp and a moan from Joseph. Roy signaled Stan with a single nod. Guns drawn, they both entered the room, slamming the door back into the wall.<\/p>\n

Startled by the noise, Abby turned towards the door. She had one hand tangled in Joe\u2019s hair, pulling his head back to expose the long line of his throat. In her other hand, the gun\u2019s muzzle was pressed to the underneath of his jaw. Looking at the men, she laughed again.<\/p>\n

\u201cOh, this just gets better, doesn\u2019t it? Did you come to witness the end of your son\u2019s life, Mr. Cartwright? Where\u2019s Hoss and Adam, surely they\u2019d like to watch, too? Oh, there\u2019s one\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

Adam skidded to a stop in the door of Joe\u2019s room, having been awakened by the door of Joe\u2019s room hitting the wall. Taking in the situation in a glance, he looked to see Hoss moving from his room into the hall. Unobtrusively motioning Hoss to get his gun and go outside, Adam placed a hand on Ben\u2019s shoulder and squeezed.<\/p>\n

\u201cPut down the gun, Miss,\u201d ordered Roy. As they moved a bit further into the room, they saw Paul Martin lying on the floor near the head of the bed. Hands and feet tied, he was just struggling to consciousness.<\/p>\n

\u201cNO!! He\u2019s got to die, and you\u2019re all going to suffer! You took mine and not I\u2019m taking yours, that\u2019s the way it\u2019s going to work!\u201d Abby\u2019s voice had risen nearly an octave in her hysteria.<\/p>\n

\u201cPut down the gun, Miss,\u201d said Roy again, his gun steady.<\/p>\n

\u201cGo ahead, shoot\u2026.even if you get me, the boy\u2019s still going to die\u2026 that medicine\u2019s not helping him one little bit!\u201d Abby said with a sudden burst of confidence.<\/p>\n

Eyes lighting on the window, Abby loosened her hold on Joe\u2019s hair. Ducking low, she launched herself at the widow, at the same time firing a shot in Joe\u2019s direction and a second shot towards the door. Joe\u2019s arm began to bleed. Startled by the abrupt move, Roy and Stan were slow to fire. Stan got off a single shot as her legs disappeared through the window.<\/p>\n

Landing on the steeply slanted porch roof, her leg burning from the bullet wound, Abby could not stop her head first tumble. Rolling off the roof, she fell head first to the ground, landing in an unmoving, crumpled heap at Hoss\u2019s feet. Hoss, gun trained on the still mass, knelt beside her, brushing aside a tumble of auburn hair to feel for a pulse.<\/p>\n

\u201cShe\u2019s dead, Pa. Looks like she musta broken her neck when she hit the ground. Everything okay up there?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cGonna be fine, Hoss. Doc Martin\u2019s coming around, and Adam\u2019s tending to the bullet crease on Joes\u2019arm. Roy\u2019s on his way down now.\u201d<\/p>\n

Hoss nodded an acknowledgement and returned his gun to it\u2019s holster.<\/p>\n

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Paul finished binding the wound in Joe\u2019s arm, having needed to insert a stitch or two. Joe was still pale and feverish. He moaned and tossed in the bed, calling at intervals for his family. Halting disjointed discussions, broken by fits of coughing, marked the passing of the afternoon. Paul took out his stethoscope and subjected his patient to yet another exam. Just as he suspected, the pneumonia continued to spread.<\/p>\n

Leaving Joe\u2019s side briefly, he headed downstairs to replenish the water and ice supply. Roy and Stan had just left with the body of Abigail Wilson, having filled them in on how they came to suspect her. Seeing Paul coming down the stairs, Adam and Hoss rose to take his place at their brother\u2019s side, leaving Ben asleep in his favorite leather chair.<\/p>\n

\u201cHard to believe that little bit of a thing was gonna kill Joe,\u201d said Hoss. \u201cI never woulda suspected her.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cMe neither,\u201d said Adam. \u201cShe had us all going, Hoss. You, me, Pa\u2026..all of us. She didn\u2019t even seem like the same person\u2026.all that hate and venom spewing out\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWe don\u2019t know much about the mind and how it works,\u201d added Paul as he returned to the room. \u201cMy guess is that the person we saw today was the real \u201cAbby\u201d. The persona we saw the last few days was probably just a character she put on when it suit her purpose.\u201d<\/p>\n

Joe moaned, mumbling incomprehensibly. Both brothers looked at Joe, not liking what they saw. Ashen face, flushed cheeks, parched lips. Blue tint to his lips and the skin around his mouth and eyes. Nostrils flaring with each breath, retractions clearly visible between and beneath his ribs. Ribs now prominent due to the amount of weight he\u2019d lost. Each breath had a harsh, raspy quality to it. His cough sounded like it was tearing him apart inside. His hands and feet were cold and starting to appear mottled.<\/p>\n

\u201cHe\u2019s getting worse, isn\u2019t he?\u201d asked Adam.<\/p>\n

\u201cYes, I\u2019m sorry, but he is,\u201d answered Paul.<\/p>\n

Ben came in, carrying a tray holding a fresh carafe of drinking water. It was plain to see that he\u2019d heard the exchange. It was also plain that he was going to do his best to ignore it.<\/p>\n

\u201cPa, I\u2019m sorry, but we need to know the truth\u2026look at him, we can\u2019t keep pretending that everything\u2019s going to be fine!\u201d Adam grasped his father\u2019s arm for emphasis.<\/p>\n

Ben shook his head, saying \u201cI just can\u2019t stand the thought of losing one of my sons.\u201d Hoss joined them, eyes filled with unshed tears. \u201cIt\u2019s tearin\u2019 me apart too, Pa.\u201d<\/p>\n

Ben looked at his two older sons, unable to stop the tears from trailing down his cheeks. \u201cI know well what might happen here. I just can\u2019t focus on that, not and be able to function\u2026.\u201d<\/p>\n

Hoss stepped forward and embraced his father, pulling him into a much needed hug. Adam took a step and placed a supportive hand on each shoulder. Paul stood quietly watching as the three men, normally so strong and independent, leaned on each other, pooling their strength.<\/p>\n

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Hoss poured a glass of water and moved to the bedside. Joe needed to drink, if he could. Hoss, with his gentle touch, had the best luck getting him to drink.<\/p>\n

\u201cWait a minute there, Hoss,\u201d instructed Paul. \u201cLet me mix up some of his medicine, its just about time again.\u201d<\/p>\n

Paul took the glass from Hoss and walked to the dresser. He transferred half of the water to a second glass, added a packet of pain medicine, stirred, and handed it back to Hoss. Turning he watched Hoss cajole his younger brother into drinking the medicine. He managed to get most of it in, using the smallest of sips.<\/p>\n

Turning to the second packet, he tore it open and started to pour it in. Suddenly stopping mid-pour, he stiffened. \u201cHoss, Adam, Ben, can you come here for a moment?\u201d he requested quietly, in an odd voice. When they were gathered at the dresser, he poured a small amount of the remaining medicine into his palm. \u201cWhat is this?\u201d he asked. Nearly simultaneously, without hesitation, the men answered \u201cThe medicine for Joe\u2019s chest.\u201d Paul received puzzled looks. He knew they were wondering if he\u2019d been hit on the head harder than they first thought. Suddenly he saw a light go on in Adam\u2019s eyes.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat\u2019s it supposed to look like, Paul?\u201d Adam ventured.<\/p>\n

\u201cThe crystals should be clearer than this.\u201d The light went on in the eyes of Ben and Hoss, too. Paul touched a finger to his tongue, then to the medicine in his palm. Taking a small taste, he proclaimed \u201cThis is sugar.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo wonder Abby was so sure this medicine wasn\u2019t going to work!! He hasn\u2019t been getting it!\u201d<\/p>\n

Scrambling to open the remaining packets, Paul rapidly determined that they were all full of sugar. He tossed the last of the packets to the dresser in disgust.<\/p>\n

A low moan from the bed drew their attention back to Joseph. Tossing his head, he weakly reached for something with his left hand. Hoss hurried to take the seat near his brother\u2019s head, grasping the outstretched hand, engulfing it in his larger one. As Joe\u2019s hand clasped his with surprising strength, a single work broke from his lips\u2014\u201cMama\u2026\u201d His eyes opened and stared towards the window, lost in a private vision.<\/p>\n

Visibly shaken by this event, Ben turned to Paul and asked \u201cHow do we get some REAL medicine for my son?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHand me my bag, Adam, I may have some in there. I know there\u2019s a bit more at my office, and the apothecary in Carson City has some. I know I have all that is available in Virginia City.\u201d Rummaging through his black bag, Paul unearthed three additional packets of the precious powder. Opening one carefully, he showed it to each of the men. It was very similar to the sugar in appearance. Ben said a silent prayer of thanks for Paul\u2019s astute observations skills. How easy it would have been for him to just dump the medicine into the water without really seeing it.<\/p>\n

Handing the glass to Hoss, they once again watched as he slowly got Joe to sip the medicine. It was clear that the real mixture was not as palatable as the sugar water. Several times Joe coughed and sputtered, attempting to turn away. Hoss spoke softly but firmly to his brother, and succeeded in getting most of the liquid into him. Exhausted from the sheer work of breathing and his most recent coughing spell, and helped by the earlier pain medicine, Joe drifted into a restless sleep.<\/p>\n

\u201cWe need to get some additional medicine out here, this is barely enough to last the night,\u201d Paul reflected.<\/p>\n

\u201dI\u2019ll go,\u201d volunteered Adam. Paul gave Adam the location of the medicine within the office, adding \u201cIf there are less than fifteen packets, someone will need to go to Carson City and get more. But send or bring what you find in the office out here first.\u201d<\/p>\n

Ben walked Adam to the barn, talking with him as he helped him saddle sport. \u201cBe careful son,\u201d Ben instructed, noting the dark circles beneath Adam\u2019s eyes, the haggard appearance he knew they all shared.<\/p>\n

\u201cI will, Pa. You just don\u2019t let anything happen to him while I\u2019m gone.\u201d Ben nodded, tears misting his vision. He knew, they all knew, that this effort might be too little, too late at this point in time. Joe\u2019s apparent vision of Marie had shaken Ben. He wasn\u2019t ready to share Joseph with her, not yet. As he watched Adam leave for town, he offered up another prayer. For Joseph, he prayed for strength to hold on until the medicine had a chance to help him. For Adam and Hoss, and himself, he prayed for the strength to continue caring for Joe, and also for the fortitude to accept the outcome of this trial\u2026.whatever it may be.<\/p>\n

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It was just after dark when Adam rode into Virginia City, having made good time on the trip. Looking around at the boisterous crowds spilling out of the saloons, he realized with a start that it must be Friday night. Time had lost it\u2019s meaning at the house, one day running into the next.<\/p>\n

Entering Doc Martin\u2019s office, Adam quickly found the medicine exactly where Paul had said it would be. Six packets\u2014that meant a trip to Carson City, he thought wearily.<\/p>\n

Descending the steps, lost in thought, he jumped upon hearing a voice from a shadowed spot near Sport. \u201cAdam Cartwright, you look awful. What are you doin\u2019 in town. Joe\u2019s not\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo, Roy,\u201d said Adam, identifying the figure by voice. He quickly filled Roy in on the discovery about the medicine. \u201cSo now, I need to drop this off at the ranch, then head to Carson City. I just hope it\u2019s not all coming too late.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAdam, why don\u2019t you let me wire Clem. He\u2019s in Carson City now, had some sheriffin\u2019 business to take care of out that way. I know he\u2019s at the hotel tonight, the territory\u2019s footin\u2019 the bill. He was plannin\u2019 to leave at first light, but he could wait for the apothecary to open. Heck, he could even roust the man out of bed if need be. You look powerful tired, it\u2019d save you a lot of ridin\u2019.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019d be obliged, Roy, if you don\u2019t mind. With these packets, he can probably wait till morning to start back.\u201d Adam\u2019s shoulders sagged with relief at the thought of not having to make that trip himself.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019ll have him drop it off at the house on his way back to town. You just let me take care of this.\u201d<\/p>\n

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Adam arrived back at the ranch with the additional medicine packets. He shared Roy\u2019s plan to have Clem deliver the additional medicine. Ben was grateful that Adam wouldn\u2019t have to make the trip himself. Both his sons looked ready to drop, and he knew he looked no better. The lack of sleep combined with the emotional strain was wearing on them all.<\/p>\n

Hearing a horse enter the yard at a full gallop, Adam looked out the window. He didn\u2019t recognize the rider, who began shouting for Doctor martin as soon as he dismounted his horse. Ben and Paul hurried downstairs and opened the door.<\/p>\n

\u201cDoc!\u201d the man said, \u201cyou\u2019re needed out at the Guthrie place. Billy got stomped by a horse. His leg\u2019s hurt bad, and they\u2019re worried he might be hurt inside, too.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019ll be right down, as soon as I gather my supplies.\u201d Paul offered.<\/p>\n

Shaken, Ben looked at Paul. \u201cYou\u2019re not leaving us, are you?\u201d he asked.<\/p>\n

\u201cBen, I have to, and you know it. I have a responsibility to more patients that just Little Joe. Tonight you are going to give him his medicine, try to keep his fever from spiking, and do what you can to help him breathe. We\u2019re doing nothing really different than we\u2019ve done the past few days. Whatever is going to happen will happen the same whether I\u2019m here or not. He\u2019ll either respond to the medication in time, or he won\u2019t, and my being here won\u2019t change that. But my going to the Guthrie ranch could save a life, if he had internal injuries. I wish you had some help here to spell you for some sleep, but I know you and your sons\u2014we won\u2019t get you out of that room with dynamite tonight.\u201d The last of this conversation was heard by Adam and Hoss as Paul entered the room.<\/p>\n

\u201cWell, you go that much right, at least,\u201d said Hoss.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m right about all of it,\u201d replied Paul. \u201cI\u2019ll be back as soon as I can. At least take turns resting, and that\u2019s an order from your doctor. I don\u2019t care if you do it in the chair, or pull in a mattress for the floor, but I want it done!\u201d he said firmly. Looking directly into Ben\u2019s eyes, he added one last plea\u2026.\u201dPlease, for me.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWe\u2019ll try,\u201d promised Ben.<\/p>\n

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It was quiet in Joe\u2019s room, save for the harsh intake and exhalation of each labored breath. Hoss worked quietly but efficiently, rotating the cooling cloths. Joe continued to run a fever continuously, with high spikes occurring several times each day. He looked over to Pa sleeping in the chair, and Adam sleeping on the floor. He was worried about Pa. Used to his father\u2019s robust good health, he suddenly found himself thinking that his father looked as if he had aged twenty years overnight. He looked as if the life was being drained from him. Looking to Adam, he knew that Adam was as exhausted as he was. The brief rest periods they were surviving on were not enough. They weren\u2019t resting, they weren\u2019t eating well, and they were worried to death.<\/p>\n

Suddenly, as he reached to remove the cloth from Joe\u2019s forehead, a hand wrapped around his wrist. Looking down, he was that it was his little brother\u2019s hand. Quickly looking to the face of his youngest brother and close friend, he saw that the hazel eyes were open. This time, they appeared to be focusing, unlike most of the other times they\u2019d been open in the past several days. \u201cJoe? Can you hear me?\u201d he ventured, receiving a brief nod in return. He waited, Joe\u2019s struggle to garner enough strength to speak clearly visible on his face.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhere\u2026..Pa\u2026..Adam?\u201d asked Joe with effort. Hoss could barely make out the words.<\/p>\n

\u201cThey\u2019re right here, Joe. Let me wake them up, they\u2019ll skin me alive if\u2019n I don\u2019t,\u201d offered Hoss. Turning his head, he raised his voice and said firmly \u201cPA! ADAM!\u201d Seeing them stir, he added \u201cJoe\u2019s awake!\u201d This brought them both to wakefulness with a start.<\/p>\n

Adam approached the bed, standing below Hoss, allowing his father to take the seat on near Joe\u2019s head on the other side. \u201cHey, little brother, it\u2019s about time you woke up.\u201d He tried to keep a cheerful tone in his voice, he was still very alarmed by his brother\u2019s breathing, which seemed to be a bit worse. \u201c<\/p>\n

Ben placed his hand into Joseph\u2019s curls, pushing the single unruly curl off his forehead. \u201cSon, it\u2019s good to see you awake. You\u2019re giving us all quite a scare.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSorry\u2026.\u201d Joe mouthed the word more than speaking it.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019ve no need to be sorry, about anything,\u201d said Ben.<\/p>\n

\u201cChest\u2026.hurts\u2026..can\u2019t\u2026\u2026breathe\u2026\u2026.well\u2026\u201d Joe struggled with each word.<\/p>\n

\u201cWe\u2019ve got some new medicine, Joe. We\u2019re hopin\u2019 it\u2019ll help ya soon, shortshanks,\u201d offered Hoss. \u201cYou jist gotta hold on \u2018til it can get ta workin\u2019.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cTry\u2026..so tired\u2026\u2026..\u201d the words petered out as Joe\u2019s eyes closed.<\/p>\n

Alarmed, Adam raised his voice and said firmly \u201cJoe, I don\u2019t care how tired you are, you hold on, you hear me\u2026..don\u2019t you be giving up\u2026..we\u2019re all fighting for you, you have to keep fighting for yourself.\u201d<\/p>\n

Joe\u2019s eyes had slowly opened again in response to the tone of his brother\u2019s voice. \u201cTry\u2026..to\u2026.\u201d Joe stopped to swallow. \u201cSaw\u2026.Mama\u2026..\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWe know, son, we know.\u201d Ben felt the tears burning in his eyes as the pain in his heart grew.<\/p>\n

Seeing the pain in his father\u2019s face, Joe felt a tear escape his own eye. \u201cLove\u2026\u2026you\u2026\u2026all\u2026\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWe know ya do,\u201d said Hoss on a repressed sob.<\/p>\n

Joe looked at Adam. \u201cTryin\u2019\u2026..hard\u2026..\u201d He removed his hand from Hoss\u2019s arm, stretching it out to reach for Adam\u2019s hand. Adam leaned forward and grasped Joe\u2019s hand in his, willing the strength to flow from his body to the one in the bed. He could see how much this brief conversation was taking out of Joe. Suddenly, the slight shift in position required to reach out to Adam set off a coughing spell. Joe\u2019s whole body shook with the intensity of the cough. It sounded as if it was coming clear from his toes. His hand was pulled from Adam\u2019s to press against his chest, attempting to alleviate some of the pain. The coughing continued, the spasms allowing Joe to pull in very little air. A panicked expression on his face, he pushed himself to a full upright sitting position. Leaning slightly forward, he put out a shaky arm in an attempt to steady himself. Seeing that this position seemed to lessen the panicked look on his brother\u2019s face and ease the coughing a bit, Adam motioned Hoss out of the chair. Moving the chair out of the way, Adam climbed into bed behind Joe, one leg on either side. Placing his arms around Joe, he used his strength to help Joe maintain this position. \u201cDoes this help, Joe?\u201d he asked. Unable to speak, Joe nodded in reply. \u201cOkay, then\u2026.I\u2019ll help you stay like this. You just relax and conserve your strength.\u201d<\/p>\n

~~~~~~~~~~<\/p>\n

Paul arrived near dawn, letting himself into the ranch house. Climbing the stairs, he entered the room to see Ben sitting behind Joe, holding him upright. Adam was replacing a cool compress. Hoss was sleeping on a mattress at the foot of the bed.<\/p>\n

\u201cHow did the night go?\u201d Paul asked, automatically beginning a visual assessment of his patient. Still working incredibly hard to breathe. He was surprised that Joe had had the reserve strength to maintain that level of effort this long. Still flushed. \u201cAny more fever spikes?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOne spike early in the night. He was actually coherent for a brief period of time, although he found talking difficult. This position seemed to help him breathe, so we\u2019ve been taking turns helping him maintain it.\u201d Ben offered the update as Paul removed his stethoscope from his bag.<\/p>\n

\u201cHmmmm\u2026..Lungs don\u2019t sound any worse this morning. That\u2019s the first time in a while I\u2019ve been able to say that.\u201d He looked at Ben and Adam, seeing hope spring alive in their eyes. \u201cBen, Adam, it\u2019s a small thing. Look at his breathing\u2026..listen to it. It needs to improve, not just stay the same. He can\u2019t keep this up much longer.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWe are very aware of that, Paul, but don\u2019t put a damper on the only bit of good news we\u2019ve had in days.\u201d Ben knew the words were harsh the minute they left his mouth. \u201cI\u2019m sorry, Paul, I know you\u2019re just trying to do your job, keep us grounded. I didn\u2019t mean to snap at you like that.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBen, I\u2019m surprised you haven\u2019t done it before this. You\u2019ve been a tower of strength through this whole ordeal, you all have. It hasn\u2019t been easy for you.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s an understatement. How was your night at the Guthrie place?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBilly did have some slow bleeding into his abdomen, it was pretty easily taken care of once I found the vessel. His leg is broken, so we got that set. I actually grabbed a couple hours sleep while I was waiting to make sure Billy didn\u2019t bleed anymore. I hope you don\u2019t mind, Ben, I told Bill and Harriet Guthrie what was going on over here. I know you\u2019re friends. She sends her best wishes and will keep you in her prayers.\u201d Paul stood, looking at the three tired men. \u201cHow about I go make some breakfast, and then you and Adam can grab some sleep while Hoss and I take over here?\u201d<\/p>\n

~~~~~~~~~~<\/p>\n

Hoss sat behind Joe, now limp after another bout of coughing. After this bout, he\u2019d taken so long to pull in the next labored breath that Hoss had feared it wasn\u2019t coming. He was clammy and pale, and his hands were ice cold. Hoss knew that his fever must be spiking again, and Doc Martin confirmed it with the thermometer.<\/p>\n

\u201cDagnabit, Doc, when\u2019s that damned medicine gonna kick in and help him?\u201d Paul knew Hoss must be frustrated beyond belief, the Cartwright boys didn\u2019t normally curse.<\/p>\n

\u201cHoss, you know I can\u2019t answer that. It hasn\u2019t even been a full day yet. And you need to remember that there\u2019s no guarantee that the medicine will help at all.\u201d He knew this wasn\u2019t the answer Hoss wanted to hear.<\/p>\n

Hoss, normally so easy-going, picked up a book from Joe\u2019s nightstand and hurled it across the room. \u201cI just can\u2019t hardly take seein\u2019 him like this, Doc. I\u2019m so angry, I wanna strangle someone, but there isn\u2019t anyone\u2026\u201d His fists clenched and unclenched.<\/p>\n

Adam stepped into the room, having overheard part of the conversation. \u201cHoss, why don\u2019t you take a break. Take a ride, go to the lake, check on the round-up\u2026get out of here for a few hours. Clear your head. I\u2019ll stay here with Joe.\u201d<\/p>\n

Hoss reluctantly vacated his spot behind Joe. He hated to leave, and yet he knew Adam was right\u2026he needed to get out of here. Be alone for a bit.<\/p>\n

~~~~~~~~~~<\/p>\n

\u201cI hope you won\u2019t hold that against Hoss, Paul, he\u2019s just worried about Joe\u2026.we all are.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019ve known you boys too long not to have seen that coming, Adam. You need to take a break, too, later today. So does Ben.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWe\u2019ll see. How about some more cold clothes, he\u2019s feeling warmer again.\u201d<\/p>\n

~~~~~~~~~~<\/p>\n

Hoss rode to the lake, sitting on the shore in one of his favorite spots. He thought of all the times he and Joe had fished in this lake, picnicked on it\u2019s shores, swam in it\u2019s waters. He offered his own prayer for his brother\u2019s recovery and felt better for having done so in this special place.<\/p>\n

~~~~~~~~~<\/p>\n

Over the course of the day, both Adam and Ben were convinced to get out of the house for a while. Adam rode up into the woods and sat for a while in the silence. Ben rode to the small clearing near the lake where Marie was buried. Both returned looking better for having been away briefly.<\/p>\n

~~~~~~~~~~<\/p>\n

As evening approached, bringing with it a full day of medication, all were disheartened to realize Joe\u2019s fever was spiking upwards yet again. They\u2019d been hopeful that the fever would break, not worsen. To make matters worse, Doctor Martin was needed to deal with another emergency on the far side of town.<\/p>\n

The three Cartwright men had a sense that this night would be a turning point. No one mentioned sleeping, all determined to see this through to the outcome, whatever that may be. Cool, then icy cloths were used in an attempt to bring the fever down. Joe roused once, asking in a halting voice for his father. Quickly moving to his son\u2019s side, Ben held Joe\u2019s hand. \u201cI\u2019m here, son. I\u2019m right here.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cStay\u2026with me\u2026..Pa\u2026\u2026.So\u2026..tired\u2026\u2026..\u201d Joes voice faded out. After a moment his eyes opened wide again. \u201cNeed\u2026\u2026..all\u2026\u2026.stay\u2026\u2026.please\u2026\u2026.\u201d<\/p>\n

Hoss spoke quietly to his brother from his position behind Joe in the bed. \u201cWe ain\u2019t a\u2019goin nowheres, Joe. We\u2019re staying right here with you.\u201d<\/p>\n

Adam was also quick to offer reassurance. \u201cThat\u2019s right, little brother. You just relax and concentrate on getting better.\u201d Joe attempted to say something, but was interrupted by another prolonged coughing spell. The whole bed shook with the force of the coughing. It seemed an eternity before Joe could draw a breath again.<\/p>\n

Joe struggled to keep his eyes open, wanting to see his family. \u201cM\u2019tired\u2026\u2026\u2026 feel\u2026 weak\u2026 \u2026\u2026..n\u2019scared\u2026\u2026\u201d They all knew what this last admission must have cost him. \u201cDon\u2019wanna\u2026..go\u2026..wanna\u2026\u2026..stay\u2026\u201d The words faded out again as a single tear tracked down Joe\u2019s cheek.<\/p>\n

Hoss tightened his arms around his brother, cradling him tenderly as he fought his own tears. Raising his eyes, he saw he need not have been concerned. Adam and Pa were also losing that particular fight.<\/p>\n

~~~~~~~~~~<\/p>\n

Near midnight, Joe\u2019s fever lessened, and the men gave a brief sigh of relief. His breathing remained labored and harsh. They continued taking turns supporting Joe in whatever position afforded him the easiest breathing for the moment. All found it increasingly painful to watch Joe\u2019s struggle, yet nothing in them would allow them to leave his side.<\/p>\n

Near dawn, Joe\u2019s fever seemed to break, leaving him drenched in a cold sweat. His linens were also wet from numerous cooling baths throughout the night. Deciding to take this opportunity to change the linens, Hoss efficiently lifted his brother from the bed. He had no trouble lifting his youngest sibling in the best of times, and Joe had certainly lost weight through this ordeal, weight he could ill afford to lose. Adam and Ben quickly stripped the bed, replaced the sheets, and fluffed a pile of pillows. Returning Joe to the bed, Ben turned to the dresser and picked up a new nightshirt. As he turned back to the bed, he was struck by the guardedly hopeful look on Adam\u2019s face. \u201cWhat is it, Adam?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cPa, I think Joe\u2019s showing some improvement, more than just the fever breaking. Yesterday, remember when we changed the bed, he could hardly be in that reclining position and still breathe. Today, he\u2019s still working hard, but no harder than he does when he sits straight up. I know it\u2019s not much, but it\u2019s something.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019ll take whatever we can get at this point,\u201d Ben stated wearily, turning to make his own visual assessment of Joe\u2019s status.<\/p>\n

\u201cI believe he\u2019s right about the breathin\u2019, Pa. An\u2019 the coughin\u2019 spells are still bad, but it seems like he\u2019s catchin\u2019 his breath a little easier when they\u2019re done. Let\u2019s try leavin\u2019 him like this for now.\u201d Hoss suggested. \u201cWe\u2019re all right here to notice if anything changes.\u201d<\/p>\n

~~~~~~~~~~<\/p>\n

Several hours later, Joe\u2019s eyes fluttered open, and he quietly watched the three men holding vigil at his side. Adam was the first to notice that he was awake, tapping Hoss and Ben to draw their attention to Joe.<\/p>\n

\u201cHow are you feeling, little brother?\u201d Adam asked.<\/p>\n

\u201cBeen\u2026..better\u2026..thirsty\u2026\u201d said Joe.<\/p>\n

Joe waited patiently while his family mixed up his medicines, and drank both of them without protest. He drank another whole glass of water after the medicine, too. Ben took that as a good sign, it had been very difficult to get fluids into Joseph the past day and a half. To see him awake and hear him asking for a drink seemed to lift a weight from Ben\u2019s shoulders. He turned to smile at his other two sons.<\/p>\n

~~~~~~~~~~<\/p>\n

Paul Martin returned to the ranch house near noon. He\u2019d spent a long night helping with a breech birth. Thankfully, both mother and baby were doing well. He hoped the same could be said here.<\/p>\n

Ben came to the top of the stairs to greet Paul, having heard the buggy drive into the yard. \u201cPaul, I think he\u2019s turned a corner\u2026.I think he\u2019s going to be okay!\u201d Ben couldn\u2019t resist sharing the good news.<\/p>\n

Ascending the stairs, Paul felt his fatigue fall away. If true, this would be wonderful news. He\u2019d had serious doubts that Little Joe would last the night when he left yesterday evening. He entered the room, seeing immediately that Joe\u2019s color was a bit better, no longer the fever flushed hue of the past few days. Now he was merely pale. Placing a hand to Joe\u2019s forehead, he certainly had very little fever, if any at all. Pulling out a thermometer, he quickly began his assessment.<\/p>\n

When he looked up again, he was met by the expectant stares of all three Cartwright men.<\/p>\n

\u201cWell, his fever has broken, that\u2019s a good sign,\u201d he said as he placed his stethoscope and other supplies back in his bag. \u201cHis chest is still congested, but sounds a little better. That coughing spell seemed better tolerated than in the past few days. He\u2019s still working hard to breathe, but overall, I think he\u2019s showing some signs of improvement. I\u2019m not saying he\u2019s out of the woods yet, but I\u2019m optimistic. Let\u2019s continue the medicines just the way we have been. And push the fluids—water, broth, whatever we can get in him.\u201d Paul paused to smile at his long-time friends. \u201cI know you\u2019ve been worried sick about this young man, so have I. But I want you to start taking care of yourselves, too.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWe\u2019re okay,\u201d insisted Hoss.<\/p>\n

Adam nodded in agreement, adding \u201cWe also need to check on the round-up and the branding. We\u2019ve really neglected the ranch in the past few days.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWell, I can help you there some, too,\u201d offered Paul. \u201cI ran into Charlie Devlin on my way out to the Harper\u2019s place last night. He said to tell you the branding ought to finish up in a day or two, he\u2019s been riding over to check every day or so. He says your foreman, Bob, is planning on splitting the herd between the south and west pastures. I gave Charlie an update to pass on to the men, he said they\u2019ve been asking after Joe.\u201d<\/p>\n

Suddenly, there was the sound of another wagon pulling up to the house. Looking out the window, Hoss said \u201cIt\u2019s the Guthries, Pa, Harriet and Tom. Wonder what they want? Hope Billy\u2019s not havin\u2019 a setback.\u201d<\/p>\n

Ben and Paul walked downstairs together, leaving Adam and Hoss with Joe.<\/p>\n

\u201cTom, Harriet\u2026is Billy having problems?\u201d asked Doctor Martin as Ben opened the door.<\/p>\n

\u201cNo, he\u2019s recoverin\u2019 nicely,\u201d answered Tom. \u201cWe came to help out for a bit, Ben. I\u2019m gonna do the barn and house chores for today, and Harriet\u2019s gonna straighten up and cook you up a decent meal. We know Hop Sing\u2019s helping at the round-up and branding, and ya\u2019ll been so busy with Joe\u2026.How\u2019s he doin\u2019, by the way?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cActually, he\u2019s doing a bit better this morning,\u201d said Ben, a relieved smile creasing his face. \u201cSeems to have turned a corner in the night. He\u2019s given us quite a scare this time, let me tell you. You know, you don\u2019t need to do the chores, Tom. The boys and I can get to them.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBen, you look ready to drop, and I\u2019d imagine Adam and Hoss don\u2019t look any better. You\u2019re always the first to offer help when someone needs it, it ain\u2019t gonna kill you to sit back and accept it for once,\u201d Harriet scolded.<\/p>\n

Raising his hands in mock surrender, Ben bowed and ushered Harriet into the house. \u201cIt would be nice to have a hot meal for a change. We\u2019ve pretty much been living on sandwiches lately.\u201d<\/p>\n

~~~~~~~~~~<\/p>\n

Mid afternoon found Ben back in Joe\u2019s room, sitting with Hoss and Adam. Joe continued sleeping; his breathing seemed a bit easier.<\/p>\n

Hearing a horse and rider approach, Adam peered out the window, muttering \u201cUh-oh!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cUh-oh, what?\u201d asked Hoss, rising.<\/p>\n

\u201dIt\u2019s Hop Sing,\u201d Adam replied, \u201cAnd he doesn\u2019t look any too happy right now.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWe\u2019d better go meet him,\u201d said Ben, starting for the door.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou and Adam go on, I\u2019ll stay here with Joe,\u201d Hoss volunteered.<\/p>\n

Shooting his brother a knowing look as he followed his father, Adam muttered \u201cCoward!\u201d Hoss merely laughed.<\/p>\n

~~~~~~~~~~<\/p>\n

Opening the door, Ben and Adam met the diminutive chinaman on the porch. Hop Sing wasted no time, launching immediately into an obviously scolding speech. Between spates of rapid fire Chinese, the two men managed to grasp the gist of the conversation.<\/p>\n

\u201cEnglish, please, Hop Sing,\u201d reminded Adam.<\/p>\n

\u201cLittle Joe sick, you no send for Hop Sing. Mistah Devlin say Joe close to die, you no send for Hop Sing. Hop Sing velly angly. You need Hop Sing here, Joe need Hop Sing, why no one send for him?\u201d<\/p>\n

Ben once again found himself raising his hands in mock surrender. \u201cI plead guilty Hop Sing. We were wrong not to send for you. I know how you feel about Little Joe, about all the boys. I\u2019m sorry.\u201d<\/p>\n

Hop Sing looked from one haggard face to the next. \u201cAll forgiven. You take good care Joe\u2026now I take good care you. How he doing?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHe\u2019s actually better today, Hop Sing. Come on in, lets get you filled in on what\u2019s been going on the past\u2026.\u201d Adam paused to think, \u201c…has it really only been a week since Joe fell? It sure does seem more like a month.<\/p>\n

~~~~~~~~~~<\/p>\n

After Hop Sing was brought up-to-date, he was taken upstairs to see Joe. Obviously shaken by the appearance of his favorite number three son, he sat by the bed, talking softly in Chinese while holding Joe\u2019s hand. Ben and both boys stepped out to give him a moment of privacy.<\/p>\n

\u201cHe was hoppin\u2019 mad, wasn\u2019t he, Pa?\u201d asked Hoss.<\/p>\n

\u201cYes, he was, son. It wasn\u2019t right of us not to send for him. We know how protective he gets about us.\u201d Ben shook his head at their thoughtlessness.<\/p>\n

Fifteen minutes later, seeing Hop Sing at the top of the stairs, Adam went up to sit with Joe. Hop Sing quickly disappeared into the kitchen.<\/p>\n

Returning to the great room a short while later, he had steaming bowls of soup and crusty slices of bread ready. \u201cI\u2019ll sit with Joe a while, Hop Sing,\u201d said Paul, coming in from the kitchen with Hop Sing. The two men had the look of conspirators. \u201cI need to examine him again anyway. I\u2019ll send Adam down.\u201d<\/p>\n

As Adam joined Ben and Hoss at the table, Hop Sing appeared with drinks for all of them. \u201cMistah Ben, Mistah Hoss, Mistah Adam, you eat now. When eating done, you go bed, you go bed, you go bed.\u201d He pointed at each man in turn. \u201cI sit Joe. Missus Guthrie make dinnah. You sit Joe after dinner, I sleep. Then I sit Joe at night, you sleep.\u201d And with this proclamation, he returned to the kitchen, muttering in Chinese again.<\/p>\n

\u201cWell, I guess we\u2019ve got our orders!\u201d said Ben with a chuckle.<\/p>\n

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The delicious smells of roast beef, potatoes, and fresh bread woke the three men later that evening. Harriet had just finished the meal, and was preparing to leave. Thanking both her and Tom for their help, they tried to talk them into staying for dinner, but without success.<\/p>\n

Stopping in to check on Joe, they found Hop Sing sitting at the bedside. An odd odor pervaded the room. Adam quickly traced it to a bowl of hot water with some crushed leaves and herbs steeping in it. Hop Sing, seeing his interest, said \u201cSmell help Joe breathe, help clear airways, make lungs less irritable.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019ll admit I\u2019m not sure what it is,\u201d said Paul, entering the room, \u201cbut it won\u2019t hurt him and it does seem to be helping calm that cough. I\u2019ve been impressed before by the Chinese knowledge of medicinal herbs, it\u2019s really quite amazing.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cCartwrights eat now,\u201d said Hop Sing. \u201cThen I eat and then I sleep.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHow\u2019s Joe been doing?\u201d asked Ben, although he could see for himself that he looked better than this morning. His breathing was still harsh, but slowly improving.<\/p>\n

\u201cHe wake, talk, sleep. Cough still bad. Happy see Hop Sing.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s a pretty accurate assessment, Ben. We got him to take some water and broth. He had a low-grade fever for a while this afternoon, but it broke again. Don\u2019t be surprised if that pattern continues for a while. I think he\u2019s on the mend, but it\u2019s going to take a while.<\/p>\n

In fact, I think I\u2019ll head back to town tonight, try sleeping in my own bed for a change.\u201d Paul could see that they weren\u2019t really happy with that thought, but weren\u2019t prepared to challenge him on the point. \u201cNow, I gave Hop Sing specific instructions for both Joe and the three of you. I want you to follow them. I\u2019ll be back out tomorrow afternoon.\u201d<\/p>\n

~~~~~~~~~~<\/p>\n

It had been a week since Joe had started to improve. Doctor Martin continued to visit daily, but was pleased with his patient\u2019s progress. Hop Sing had quickly gotten the household back into shape, ensuring that meals were eaten and everyone received adequate rest. Ben, Adam, and Hoss were losing that worn, drawn look.<\/p>\n

The round-up was finished. Ben gave everyone a bonus on top of their already substantial wages. The herd had been moved to greener pastures without event.<\/p>\n

Paul completed his examination of Joe, turning to face the four expectant faces. \u201cHe sounds better than yesterday, still some congestion but it\u2019s improving every day. I\u2019d like to see a bit more color in his face, but I think he\u2019s still anemic from his initial wounds. He\u2019s looking better rested, and you said there were no fevers in the past twenty-four hours. His initial wounds are healing, I\u2019m going to leave that right arm out of the sling now. The ribs stay bound for another week at least, maybe longer if that cough continues to hold on. They\u2019ll feel better when he\u2019s coughing if they have support.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHow long till the cast comes off, doc?\u201d asked Joe. It was a known fact that he hated casts.<\/p>\n

\u201cAt least another month on that, sorry, Joe.\u201d Paul smiled at the predictably crestfallen look.<\/p>\n

\u201cDo you think..\u201d Joe started to ask. Before he could finish, four firm voices said \u201cNo, you cannot get up yet!\u201d as a fifth muttered something in Chinese.<\/p>\n

\u201cThat wasn\u2019t what I was going to ask, I swear!\u201d Joe protested, looking hurt when he saw the skeptical looks. \u201cWhat I want to know is, can we at least change this cast? It stinks to high heaven from all the sweatin\u2019 I did when I had the fever. I can\u2019t hardly stand myself!\u201d<\/p>\n

Hoss chuckled, adding \u201cYeah, it is a little ripe in here, now that ya mention it!\u201d This drew a laugh from Ben and Adam, too.<\/p>\n

\u201cI think we can accommodate that request,\u201d Paul agreed. \u201cHow about right after dinner? I think I\u2019ve got everything I need with me.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThanks,\u201d said Joe. In a wheedling voice, he added \u201cI\u2019m so tired of eating up here by myself\u2026..I wish I could come downstairs, just to eat\u2026..I\u2019m sure it\u2019d help my appetite\u2026.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNO!\u201d answered a chorus of men\u2019s voices. \u201cI\u2019ll come up and eat with ya, short shanks,\u201d added Hoss giving Joe a wink.<\/p>\n

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As he spotted Doctor Martin\u2019s buggy and his father\u2019s horse approaching the fence line, he quickly pulled the cover up over his head, trying in vain to hide. \u201cI see you in that wagon, Joe, you might as well take the blanket off.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOh, Hi, Doc,\u201d Joe tried his most innocent voice. \u201cWe weren\u2019t expecting you today.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s pretty obvious. Just what are you doing out here? I just gave you permission to go down on the settee a few days ago, now you\u2019re out ridin\u2019 fence?\u201d Paul turned to Adam and Hoss. \u201cAnd I can\u2019t believe that you\u2019re aiding and abetting him in this! You two should know better!\u201d he scolded with a wink.<\/p>\n

\u201cHey, Doc, it\u2019s not their fault. Don\u2019t go yelling at them. You know how I hate being cooped up in the house. I kinda convinced them that lying in the back of the wagon wasn\u2019t really that different from lying on the settee. And it\u2019s only the second time. I\u2019ll take all the blame.\u201d Joe lowered his eyes.<\/p>\n

Ben burst out laughing. \u201cI knew exactly what they were doing, Joe. We already cleared this with Paul on his last visit, we could tell you were starting to get itchy. We just decided to wait and see what kind of plan you hatched to get out of the house.\u201d Taking in the chagrined look on their younger brother\u2019s expressive face, Adam and Hoss began laughing, too. Shaking his head, Joe joined in, his distinctive laughter delighting them all. This was one of the first times he\u2019d seemed really happy since his initial wounding. His color was improving daily, and he\u2019d put some weight back on. His cast had another week, and then it would come off. Both his shoulder and his side were healing well. He still had an occasional cough, but even that remnant of his brush with death was fading.<\/p>\n

They\u2019d been concerned when his spirit had remained subdued after his illness, but it looked like getting out of the house was helping with that. They knew he loved the outdoors, and the fresh air and sunshine seemed to have a healing effect on him. He\u2019d been lonely during the long days at home; they knew Joe craved interaction and missed the camaraderie of working with his family and going into town. Putting him in the wagon and taking him along during the day gave him the chance to feel like a vital part of the family again. And he was enjoying his \u201csupervisory\u201d role to the hilt.<\/p>\n

Joe continued to chuckle long after the others had stopped. He had a sparkle in his eye, an animation to his face, that had been missing for weeks. His brothers, his father, and the doctor shared a look and a smile. Hearing that laugh, knowing that Little Joe was once again enjoying life, was just the confirmation they needed that he was on his way to a full recovery.<\/p>\n

The End<\/p>\n

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