{"id":14995,"date":"2000-09-14T13:56:31","date_gmt":"2000-09-14T17:56:31","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/bonanzabrand.info\/library\/?p=14995"},"modified":"2025-02-27T12:04:42","modified_gmt":"2025-02-27T17:04:42","slug":"cartwrights-calamities-and-a-cat-oh-my-by-starlite","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/bonanzabrand.info\/library\/?p=14995","title":{"rendered":"Cartwrights, Calamities, and a Cat, Oh My (by Starlite)"},"content":{"rendered":"

Summary:<\/strong>\u00a0As the title implies, a day in the life of a certain Cartwright.<\/p>\n

Rated:<\/strong>\u00a0 PG\u00a0 (7,600 words)<\/p>\n

Cartwrights, Calamities, and a Cat, Oh My<\/strong><\/p>\n

Groaning aloud, Adam Cartwright rolled over and attempted to shield his eyes with his right hand from the bright morning light streaming in from the window. Normally he was up with the sun, but after last night he just wanted to bury his head in the pillow and hope that the world would just go away.\u00a0 Suddenly he found himself being roughly shaken by his shoulder and looked up into the broadly grinning face of his baby brother.<\/p>\n

“Pa sent me to fetcha for breakfast”<\/p>\n

Figures Adam thought; his father sure had a wicked sense of irony.\u00a0 Normally it was Little Joe who was the last to appear for the morning meal.<\/p>\n

Adam gave his brother a sick smile and a dirty look before intoning, “Alright, alright.”\u00a0 Then making a dismissive motion, Adam indicated it was time for Joe to depart his room, which his little brother was more than happy to accommodate laughing all the way.<\/p>\n

Realizing that he was only prolonging the inevitable, Adam Cartwright gave one more, loud groan before pulling himself into a sitting position on the edge of the bed.<\/p>\n

Why did I let them talk me into that one!\u00a0 Adam mentally chastised himself while his temples throbbed to the beat of some unattainable drummer located somewhere within the confines of his head.\u00a0 Normally, Adam would only follow his brothers to watch and enjoy their schemes unravel before him like a Roman comedy.\u00a0 But on occasion he found himself drawn into the play, and more often than not, he ended up on the receiving end of a tragedy of errors.\u00a0 Last night was no exception.<\/p>\n

Standing, he found his room tilt then suddenly sway before swooping around him.\u00a0 He quickly sat back on the soft bed and closed his eyes.<\/p>\n

“Somebody stop the world, I wanna get off,” Adam muttered while willing his rebelling stomach to settle.\u00a0 Carefully, he opened his right eye to confirm that the room was now level and immobile.<\/p>\n

Reaching to the foot of his bed, Adam picked up his black jeans from where he’d unceremoniously deposited them, in the wee hours of the morning.\u00a0 Slowly, he pulled them on while looking for his boots.\u00a0 One he found easily, it was sitting on the chair in the corner staring back at him as though on guard, Adam eyed it suspiciously wondering how it got there.<\/p>\n

Rising more slowly this time, Adam carefully made his way over to the wash basin, he couldn’t believe his upper legs were still sore and stiff from that ‘big-boned beauty’; aptly dubbed by Hoss, who seemed to have taken up residence on his lap the night before.\u00a0 Now that he thought about it, he had his big little brother to thank for that ample armful, as Hoss was the one who had deposited the buxom bison of a barmaid upon him, which had left him effectively trapped into his chair for the rest of the night.\u00a0 Rubbing his temple, he realized that trying to use whiskey to numb the discomfort of his feminine imprisonment was indeed the wrong solution to that problem.\u00a0 Stretching, then grimacing in pain, he sincerely prayed the effects of last night weren’t permanent, for he was certain his father wanted grandchildren.<\/p>\n

Knowing that he needed to appear presentable at the breakfast table, Adam slowly drew his straight razor across his chin.\u00a0 The silence of the morning was shattered by an unmistakable yell that startled the black haired man<\/p>\n

“ADAM!”\u00a0 Ben Cartwright bellowed from somewhere on the first floor of the house.<\/p>\n

Adam Cartwright jumped at the sound, then winced before checking his chin for damage.\u00a0 Sure enough, he found he’d nicked his chin and hastily grabbed a towel to dab at the blood that appeared.\u00a0 Adam shook his head, which only caused his head to pound more.<\/p>\n

Quickly finishing the job at hand, Adam threw on his shirt before going in search of his other boot, which he found suspiciously lurking under his bed.\u00a0 Grabbing its mate from the chair, Adam proceeded downstairs with boots in hand and shirt unbuttoned.<\/p>\n

Adam definitely wasn’t looking forward to facing his father this morning.\u00a0 Thanks to a suggestion by his baby brother, the Cartwright sons had headed into Virginia City the previous night with the intention of showing their new blacksmith a good time.\u00a0 Little Joe thought that showing the man a night on the town would set the young man’s mind at ease over his impending nuptials.<\/p>\n

His mind is definitely at ease alright; it eased right out of his ears and disappeared from plain sight!\u00a0 Adam again groaned and rubbed his temples.\u00a0 How was he to explain that the blacksmith they’d just hired to re-shoe the horses, prepare the branding irons for the spring roundup and sharpen the axes and saws for the lumber camp, had decided to run off to Carson City with one of the saloon girls?\u00a0 As far as he was concerned, it was Joe’s bright idea for a night on the town; so he can explain it to their father.<\/p>\n

Heading down the stairs, Adam looked across the great room and found father and brothers sitting at the breakfast table, he could tell his father was clearly awaiting his arrival with a coffee cup in hand.\u00a0 Things were not looking good for the eldest son as Adam recognized the distinct displeased look upon his father’s face.\u00a0 He couldn’t even begin to imagine the tale his brothers must have told concerning last night’s events.<\/p>\n

“Nice of you to join us.”\u00a0 Ben intoned as he watched his oldest son descend the stairs.\u00a0 Adam definitely looked worse for wear he mused.<\/p>\n

Hastily, Adam dropped his boots by the fireplace then buttoned his shirt before sitting in his chair across the table from his father.<\/p>\n

“Mr. Cartlite say you eat!”\u00a0\u00a0 Hop Sing demanded, as he seemed to appear from nowhere with plate in hand.<\/p>\n

Looking down at the plate that had just been placed before him, Adam felt his stomach lurch at the sight. There, sitting atop a small mountain of sausage gravy and biscuits, were two eggs sunny side up staring back at him.\u00a0 Adam willed his stomach to quell.<\/p>\n

“No thanks, just coffee.”\u00a0 Adam offered, pushing the offending plate to the side before reaching for the coffeepot to fill his cup.<\/p>\n

“Cook, cook, all the time cook and no on eat!”\u00a0 This was followed by the sound of irate Cantonese echoing throughout the room as Hop Sing departed.<\/p>\n

Adam glanced down to the plate that still stared back at him and grimaced, before he looked over to his baby brother who seemed to be playing more with his food than eating it.\u00a0 Hoss on the other hand was shoveling it in as though he hadn’t eaten in months.\u00a0 Looking over to his father he could’ve sworn that he saw a small smirk momentarily pass across the man’s face, only to be hidden from view by the older man’s napkin.<\/p>\n

Ben Cartwright slowly surveyed the sight before him.\u00a0 There sat his oldest son with ruffled hair still askew from sleep, which was totally out of character for his usually meticulously groomed son who was definitely suffering the aftereffects of too much drink.\u00a0 His youngest son too was definitely hung over and slightly green in color while he idly toyed with his fork and breakfast.\u00a0 His middle son, well he was as always, his middle son, and even though he looked a little worse for wear, it certainly had no effect on his appetite.<\/p>\n

Though he really didn’t begrudge his sons a night on the town, he just wished it wasn’t a week away from the beginning of spring, and one of the busiest times around a ranch.\u00a0 He really couldn’t afford to lose a day of work when there were fences to fix, lumber camps to prepare and herds to move.\u00a0 Clearing his throat loudly, Ben Cartwright glanced at each son in turn before speaking.<\/p>\n

“Now\u2026” Adam felt his hair being parted by a hatchet when his father’s voice thundered throughout the small dining room.<\/p>\n

“Would someone care to enlighten me as to your little escapade and why certain members of this family appear to be, shall we say, under the weather this morning?”<\/p>\n

Adam wanted to place his hands to either side of his head, in the vain hope of placing the two halves of his skull back together again, when he found his father pointedly staring in his direction.\u00a0 Glancing to his left he found his baby brother’s puppy dog eyes looking to him with pleading eyebrows raised.\u00a0 Looking over to his right, he found Hoss inhaling his gravy and biscuits with all his attention focused solely on his plate.\u00a0 Seeing that his father was expecting an answer from him, Adam took a large sip of his coffee before giving the only answer he felt confident to give.<\/p>\n

“Don’t look at me, I just went for the ride.\u00a0 I spent the entire night just sitting at a table, ask Hoss.”\u00a0 Adam had effectively passed the torch to middle brother Hoss.\u00a0 After all, Hoss was the one responsible for the lap crusher.<\/p>\n

“It was Joe’s idea,” Hoss quickly passed the buck to his baby brother without missing a beat or a forkful.\u00a0 Easily averting the opportunity for his father to turn that icy stare in his direction.<\/p>\n

“Heh.”\u00a0 Was all that Joe managed to utter with a sick half smile, when he found his father’s furrowed black brows focused totally on him.<\/p>\n

“Well\u2026” Ben’s patience was beginning to wear thin with his sons’ quite familiar evasive tactics.<\/p>\n

Adam smirked while watching the scene unfold between his father and littlest brother.\u00a0 Seeing a quick glance out of his father’s eye, he hid the small grin behind his coffee cup.\u00a0 This oughta be good, Adam mused.<\/p>\n

“You see Pa, we figured\u2026” Joe began to offer his version of an explanation.<\/p>\n

We figured!\u00a0 What’s this ‘we’ nonsense, you got a mouse in your pocket little brother?\u00a0 Both Adam and Hoss thought to themselves as they glared at Little Joe.<\/p>\n

“Well, Blackie needed to get his mind off of things a little, so we took him to town.”\u00a0 Joe continued, ignoring the venomous stares of his older brothers.<\/p>\n

Why do blacksmiths always get nicknamed ‘Blackie’ or ‘Smithy’?\u00a0 Then again why do people with certain professions such as doctors or lawmen seem to lose their identities?\u00a0 Only to be called ‘Doc’ or ‘Sheriff’, Adam wondered idly to himself, suddenly finding his mind wandering, which caused him to miss the next part of his brother’s tale.\u00a0 He was brought back to the present as a resounding bellow tore through the room and threatened to shatter the delicate shell that was once a rock solid skull.<\/p>\n

“YOU LOST HIM!”<\/p>\n

Once again Adam felt his head begin to swim and closed his eyes briefly, when he heard his father launch into a tirade of sorts.\u00a0 He could only imagine what it was that his brother had said.\u00a0 He knew well that lecturing tone of his father’s and once again he let his mind begin to wander to escape from the melee that was about to ensue.\u00a0 Lost him, how could someone ‘lose’ anyone.\u00a0 People lose socks, errant boots, which have a tendency to hide under beds, but you can’t misplace a person.\u00a0 Adam was again brought back to the present when he noticed a sudden silence envelop the room and found all eyes upon him.<\/p>\n

“Did you hear what I said Adam?”\u00a0 Ben studied his eldest son from across the table.<\/p>\n

Adam found his father staring directly at him, mildly embarrassed he glanced quickly to each of his brothers and found them staring at him incredulously.\u00a0 Swallowing hard, Adam answered his father.<\/p>\n

“Ah, actually, no Pa.”\u00a0 Feeling that at this point, honesty was the best policy.\u00a0 Adam felt his cheeks begin to flush when he responded to his father’s inquiry.\u00a0 He hadn’t tuned out his father’s voice since he was a teenager and was quite chagrined to find that he could still do it.<\/p>\n

Joe was in awe.\u00a0 He always wondered how Adam endured his father’s booming voice and now he knew – Adam just didn’t listen.\u00a0 Joe smiled in quiet admiration and envy of his oldest brother.\u00a0 He was also quite grateful that his father’s attention was now focused on someone else.<\/p>\n

“I said, you’ll have to handle the forge today.\u00a0 Since we seemed to have LOST our new blacksmith.”\u00a0 Ben eyed Adam, watching for that glazed over look his son used to adopt when he wasn’t listening.<\/p>\n

There’s that lost person thing again\u2026\u00a0 Adam found himself again beginning to drift when his father’s words suddenly registered in the back of his mind.<\/p>\n

“The Forge?”\u00a0 Adam sputtered.\u00a0 All the pounding and clanking of metal ought to go nicely with the beating in his head.<\/p>\n

“Yes, you’ll have the forge.\u00a0 I need Hoss to check on those sick cows in the upper pasture.”<\/p>\n

All the men at the table knew that at 19, Little Joe was still a little on the spry side and not up to running the forge, at least not with all the work facing the Ponderosa.<\/p>\n

Adam knew that the chore his father dealt him was a logical decision, but it still didn’t alleviate the feeling that he was being punished.\u00a0 Pa doesn’t have a strange sense of irony; it was downright cruelty, Adam mentally concluded before draining the last of the coffee from his cup, then excusing himself from the table.\u00a0 He retrieved his boots before heading out to fire up the forge.<\/p>\n

**************<\/p>\n

Adam hadn’t even noticed the departure of his family as he began his long day, a day he wished he could have spent in bed.\u00a0 He definitely wasn’t looking forward to the muscle exhausting pounding of metal nor the unbearable heat that this task demanded.<\/p>\n

Adam first headed to the well to retrieve a couple of buckets of water.\u00a0 One he would use to cool and temper the iron steel, the other he would keep close at hand for himself.\u00a0 After the previous night of drinking, his mouth was as dry as cotton.\u00a0 He placed one bucket down near the forge, the other he placed up on a shelf to keep it out of the way and away from falling debris.<\/p>\n

Finishing with the water, Adam retrieved a couple of armloads of wood from the bin next to the barn.\u00a0 Satisfied that this cache of wood would keep the fire in the forge well stoked.\u00a0 He lit a match to light the kindling, which quickly started up the flames.\u00a0 Waiting he watched until the fire intensified to the necessary red-hot level that would be needed to soften the metal.<\/p>\n

Confident that the fire was well underway, Adam glanced about the room and groaned aloud at the work that lay before him.\u00a0 In one corner was piled the branding irons, in another, a stack of axes sitting beside a couple of crates that contained saws and yet more axes. This didn’t even include all the horses that needed shoeing, or the wheels that needed new rims.\u00a0 Groaning again before rubbing his long fingers to his still throbbing temple, Adam reached up and took the water-filled ladle from his water bucket and filling his mouth took a deep swallow.\u00a0 Returning the utensil, he rolled up his shirtsleeves before turning to the task at hand.<\/p>\n

The morning passed with a chorus of “GRUNT, TWANG, OW” that played over and over again as Adam proceeded to straighten and fix the branding irons.\u00a0 He wanted to throttle the person that had just thrown them into the tool shed breaking some of the edges and bending some of the handles.\u00a0 He also wanted to strangle the little man with a hammer that still seemed to be running around in his head.<\/p>\n

“What the devil?”\u00a0 Adam muttered; he was just finishing with the last branding iron when he heard the unmistakable wailing of a little creature in pain.\u00a0 Stopping from his work, Adam balanced the branding iron in the cooling bucket before heading off in search of the source of that screeching.<\/p>\n

Entering the barn the cries became louder and seemed to be drifting down from over his head.\u00a0 Looking up, Adam surmised the source of all that pain must be in the hayloft.\u00a0 Quickly ascending the rungs of the ladder, Adam scanned the loft and found the source of the hideous screams.\u00a0 Near the far wall there was the largest orange tomcat that Adam had ever seen and its paw seemed to be caught in the floor.<\/p>\n

“Easy there fella, just hold on a sec and I’ll get ya loose.”\u00a0 Adam soothed as he made his way over to the trapped barn cat.<\/p>\n

“That’s a good kitty\u2026” The ensnared animal eyed the approaching human warily.\u00a0 Leery, the tabby increased its struggles to free itself.<\/p>\n

“It’s gonna be alright\u2026” Adam reached out and began to pet the head of the cat while continuing to try and placate the animal.\u00a0 Looking down he realized that the tomcat’s foot was wedged in a break in one of the boards.<\/p>\n

“Darn that Little Joe, he was supposed to have replaced these rotten boards last week.\u00a0 Just wait until Hoss finds out that one of his cats got a foot stuck, there will be the devil to pay then\u2026” Adam smirked while talking smoothly to the cat.\u00a0 He knew full well who would be filling in his tender hearted brother and he promised himself that he’d be there to watch when Hoss caught up with the littlest Cartwright.<\/p>\n

“Easy boy\u2026” Adam continued as he grabbed the cat’s leg with one hand and pried away the broken board with the other.<\/p>\n

With a startle howl the previously trapped animal bolted in surprise and terror upon achieving his freedom.\u00a0 Clawing at his savior, the large orange feline fled from captivity.<\/p>\n

“Yowl!”\u00a0 Adam bellowed in surprise as he felt extremely long nails rake into his bare forearms.\u00a0 Scanning his arms, he found long tears to his skin where the animal’s claws had dug in.<\/p>\n

“You’re welcome, Cat!”\u00a0 Now angry and feeling the sting of the scratches, Adam yelled in frustration and pain at the feline’s retreating backside.<\/p>\n

Still studying the damage to his arms, Adam neglected to watch where he was walking and stepped cleanly through another broken board in the loft floor.<\/p>\n

“Ouch!”\u00a0 Adam now found himself trapped in the similar predicament as the cat.<\/p>\n

Well isn’t this pleasant!<\/p>\n

Reaching down he found his foot embedded in the rotten flooring up to his ankle.\u00a0 An ankle which now felt a tad bit worse for wear, which was starting to make its presence known with a sharp pain up to Adam’s knee.<\/p>\n

Grunting, Adam reached out to rub the sore ankle while he devised a means to free his own foot.\u00a0 Realizing his ankle was already swelling, he decided not to pull it out of his boot.\u00a0 After a couple of minutes to clear his head and consider the situation carefully, Adam felt his only means of freeing his foot was to use the same method he had with the cat.\u00a0 Carefully, he reached down and began to pull and tug at the rotting wood.<\/p>\n

“OW!”\u00a0 Adam exclaimed as a piece of wood slipped in his grasp running splinters along the palm of his left hand.\u00a0 “Great just great,” Adam complained as he began to dig the shards from his skin.<\/p>\n

As the moments passed and Adam continued to fumble with removing the splinters from his hand, he found his mood rapidly deteriorating.\u00a0 In frustration over the wood pieces stinging in his hand, the burning sensation of his forearms and the aching of his foot, not to mention the throbbing in his head, Adam reached out and grabbed the top of the trapped boot with both hands and pulled.\u00a0 Not realizing that he’d partially freed himself minutes before, nor the strength he possessed when in a tirade, Adam found his body somersaulting backwards to the back wall of the loft.<\/p>\n

Stunned and surprised when his back crashed into the wall, Adam found his temper cool immediately when he comprehended how easily he could have headed the other way towards the edge of the loft and then onto the barn floor below.\u00a0 Taking one long calming breath, Adam gingerly stood and tested out his sore ankle.\u00a0 Determining that the pain in his foot was bearable, Adam half walked and half hobbled over to the ladder.\u00a0 Easing himself down to the barn floor, he carefully made his way back to the forge where he was safe from rotten boards and irate frightened felines.<\/p>\n

**************<\/p>\n

Adam had just completed honing the edges on a dozen or so of the timber axes when he heard a carriage pull into the yard.\u00a0 Walking out to greet the traveler, Adam wished he were more presentable when he discovered that the visitor was a woman, a very pretty woman.<\/p>\n

Dressed in a very plain woolen skirt and jacket, the young woman appeared to be in her early twenties with auburn hair that she had pulled tightly into a bun at the back of her head that allowed her very delicate features to be clearly seen. Pulling the horses to a stop in the middle of the yard, the woman glanced around.\u00a0 She was startled by a deep baritone voice that seemed to come from nowhere.<\/p>\n

“Can I help you Miss?”<\/p>\n

Jumping slightly at the voice, she looked over her shoulder towards the direction the sound had come from.\u00a0 She noticed a dark haired man approach her buggy and from the looks of the sweat that drenched his form she had obviously taken him away from some sort of work.\u00a0 Taking a small breath and setting her petite features, the woman responded with a slight snip to her tone.<\/p>\n

“Maybe you can.\u00a0 Do you by any chance know a Joe Cartwright?”\u00a0 The young lady intoned as she began to alight from her carriage.<\/p>\n

Figures; I should have known that she’d be here to see that little Casanova of a brother of mine.<\/p>\n

Adam raced forward to assist the little lady from her buggy and wished that he’d had a chance to wash his face and maybe put on a clean shirt before reaching out to help the woman down.<\/p>\n

“Yes, as a matter of fact I do.”\u00a0 Adam replied with his best disarming smile.<\/p>\n

“Is he here by any chance?”\u00a0 The woman sweetly replied displaying a demure and most charming smile, hoping she had found the man she sought.<\/p>\n

“No, I’m afraid not.\u00a0 Can I help you by chance, I’m his brother.”\u00a0 Adam offered when the woman was safely standing on the ground next to him.\u00a0 He noticed that the top of her head barely reached his shoulder.<\/p>\n

Somewhat disappointed that she’d come all this distance and was unable to find the man she’d driven all the way from Virginia City to see.\u00a0 Sighing deeply, she smiled shyly at the man before her.<\/p>\n

“Could you deliver a message to him for me?”<\/p>\n

“Sure, I\u2019d be happy to deliver a message.”\u00a0 Adam offered, slightly distracted as he saw the large orange tomcat from earlier in the day head toward the forge.<\/p>\n

Without warning he felt a sharp blow to his right eye that caused him to fall onto his backside in the dirt of the yard.\u00a0 Holding one hand to his injured eye, he stared at the petite woman now standing over him and waving an accusing finger at his nose.<\/p>\n

“You tell that brother of yours, that the next time he decides to go to town to pick up floozies, that he leaves my fianc\u00e9e at home!”<\/p>\n

Still holding his hand to face, Adam watched as the small woman climbed back into her buggy and drove away.<\/p>\n

“For a little lady she sure packed one hell of a wallop.”\u00a0 Adam mused before wincing at the pain in his cheek.\u00a0 This is one message I’m gonna enjoy delivering.<\/p>\n

Standing slowly, Adam dusted off his backside and considered heading into the house in search of a late lunch.\u00a0 Remembering his breakfast staring back at him and the queasy feeling in his stomach, he thought better of the idea and headed back to the forge.<\/p>\n

**************<\/p>\n

“GRUNT, TWANG, OW”. “GRUNT, TWANG, OW”.\u00a0 After many renditions of the very familiar tune, Adam completed sharpening the saws from one of the crates of saws.\u00a0 He stopped to wipe his brow and take a drink when a very familiar shrill shriek pierced the air.<\/p>\n

“Not again!”\u00a0 He growled throwing the ladle back into the drinking bucket.\u00a0 Adam’s patience was starting to run thin, and his muscles were beginning to ache.\u00a0 He was hot and bathed in sweat, which was a state he was not overly fond of.\u00a0 Not to mention being miserable from the annoying splinters in his hand, the deep cat scratches that ran down his forearms, a dull headache that refused to go away, a twisted ankle and a very tender swollen black eye.<\/p>\n

“And now,” Adam muttered to himself, “I have to waste time rescuing that darn fool cat yet again.\u00a0 Well, one more time for the slow learners!”<\/p>\n

He began to stomp his way towards the barn, only to be reminded of his bad foot the second it slammed into the ground.<\/p>\n

“OW!”\u00a0 Adam yelled, then bit off the swear words that entered his mind before they left his lips.\u00a0 He knew his father didn’t appreciate the use of foul language.\u00a0 Babbling under his breath about little brothers, cheap whiskey, rotten wood, irate females and dim-witted animals; Adam half hobbled, half hopped to the barn.<\/p>\n

Once again, Adam found the large orange tabby snared by the rotten wood in the loft.\u00a0 Carefully he made his way over to the cat, while rolling down his shirtsleeves and buttoning the cuffs.\u00a0 Standing over the trapped animal, Adam took stock of the situation before him and decided to grasp the cat by the scruff of the neck before freeing the foot.<\/p>\n

“There, ya little varmint.\u00a0 Now stay out of here!”\u00a0 Adam ordered trying to make sure that his arms were out of harms way.<\/p>\n

The frightened cat was none too pleased at the way he was being manhandled.\u00a0 Not particularly fond of the way his neck had been grabbed, the angry tabby turned with claws bared at his two-timed rescuer.<\/p>\n

Though Adam had futilely attempted to protect himself by covering his previously clawed arms, he had neglected his bare chest.\u00a0 He’d unbuttoned his shirt when the heat of the day combined with the heat the forge had made him uncomfortably hot.\u00a0 He yelped and fell back onto his backside as the cat flew towards him with an angry squeal.<\/p>\n

He could feel the claws paw into him and roughly pushed the offending object away and across the room.\u00a0 Stunned Adam sat up and scanned the area for the vicious little animal.\u00a0 He wasn’t happy to find the tabby sitting by a far corner, calmly licking and cleaning its paws.<\/p>\n

Looking down, Adam saw traces of red trailing down his chest, which neatly matched the ones on his arms.\u00a0 He dabbed at the blood with the tails of his shirt.\u00a0 Boy, this stings, he thought as another saying entered his mind, Fool me once, shame on you.\u00a0 Fool me twice, shame on me.<\/p>\n

“Lovely, I’ve been made a fool by a darn stupid cat!”\u00a0 Grimacing, Adam slowly got to his feet and carefully made his way over to the ladder of the loft.\u00a0 He kept a vigilant eye trained on the feline in the corner that now seemed to pay him no mind.<\/p>\n

Adam had barely made it down three rungs when he heard a slight cracking sound, followed by a loud snap.\u00a0 Without warning, and what seemed like slow motion, he felt his foot suddenly leave the seemingly solid step, jerking his body downwards.\u00a0 Grabbing harder to the wood slat with his hands, he hoped to offset his impending descent.\u00a0 But to no avail as the rotten board grasped tightly in his hands pulled loose from the cross rails.\u00a0 Stupefied, Adam stared at the board securely held within his grasp as he fell with a resounding ‘THUD!’ to the barn floor below.<\/p>\n

Gasping to regain the breath that he’d just had knocked out of him and wincing against the pain he now found in his shoulders, back and lower backside, Adam groaned aloud.\u00a0 If little brother hadn’t fixed the loft, I should’ve realized he HAD’T FIXED THE LADDER EITHER!\u00a0 Adam mentally berated himself; he wasn’t sure whom he was madder at, his baby brother for not doing his job or himself for not thinking things through.<\/p>\n

While continuing to lie on the floor, Adam closed his eyes and attempted to calm his nerves.\u00a0 He decided to wait and rest a couple of minutes before attempting to get to his feet.\u00a0 Feeling a dull punch to his chest, Adam opened his eyes just in time to see an orange fur ball jump from his mid section and head out the barn door tail held high.<\/p>\n

“Thanks for the help, you dim-witted mangy animal!”\u00a0 Adam yelled, just add insult to injury!<\/p>\n

**************<\/p>\n

“GRUNT, TWANG, OW”.\u00a0 Later in the day, Adam stopped to wipe the sweat from his brow before it began to roll into his eyes.\u00a0 He was almost done with the tools for the timber operation and scanned the room appreciatively.\u00a0 Neatly stacked in one corner were the finely honed axes.\u00a0 Near the door, were the branding irons and laid out in the crates were the saws.\u00a0 He only had a couple more saws before he would call it a day.\u00a0 The horseshoes and wagon rims would just have to wait until tomorrow.\u00a0 He was just too tired to attempt anymore today.<\/p>\n

Pulling the ladle out of his drinking bucket, Adam took a deep gulp of the now stale water before pouring the rest over his head.\u00a0 Closing his eyes, he took a deep refreshing breath as the water cooled his still aching head.<\/p>\n

His eyes flew open and scanned the room nervously when he suddenly heard the unmistakable sound of purring.\u00a0 He hadn’t noticed when the cat had gotten into the room and all he knew was he didn’t need any trouble now.\u00a0 Adam’s eyes flew from corner to corner in search of his furry adversary and found the cat sitting on a shelf near the far wall near the axes.<\/p>\n

Cautiously and prudently, Adam approached the orange tabby of terror.<\/p>\n

“Here kitty kitty.”\u00a0 Adam said aloud while making his way towards the cat and trying to stay calm while thinking Kitty my foot, more like the orange fuzz ball from Hell!<\/p>\n

The tomcat watched the man slowly approach, it carefully studied his approach and as soon as the black haired man was within arms reach it leapt for escape.<\/p>\n

Caught off guard, Adam jumped to the side in surprise making every attempt to stay clear of the animal’s sharp claws.\u00a0 Tripping over the bucket he had placed near the forge for tempering the iron, Adam forgot his injured ankle.\u00a0 Landing hard, he yelled out in pain.\u00a0 Stumbling he lost his balance and fell back into the freshly honed axes.\u00a0 Attempting to break his fall, Adam reached out his right hand and felt it slid down one of the nice sharp edges.<\/p>\n

Slightly dazed and utterly amazed at the day he was having, Adam stared at the blood that now oozed from the cut in his palm.\u00a0 Shaking his head, Adam reached into his back pocket, pulled out his handkerchief and wrapped his latest wound.\u00a0 Mentally, and not without a little disdain Adam ticked off his hurts one by one: Headache, check still there; Splinters, yep still present and accounted for; Cat scratches, left arm, right arm, chest; ankle, most certainly; black eye, definitely; now for the latest and greatest a cut hand.<\/p>\n

Looking down at his hand and somewhat too tired to care; he saw the blood begin to seep through the makeshift bandage.\u00a0 Oh goody, looks like I’ll need stitches, Adam thought sardonically slowly rising from the floor to his feet and glancing about the room that was now in shambles.\u00a0 All of his hard work, thoroughly undone by one miserable dumb fat orange creature from the depths of Hades.<\/p>\n

Out of corner of his eye, Adam spied movement and saw the bane of his current existence.\u00a0 It was slowly making its way across the floor to the forge.<\/p>\n

“Get away from that!”\u00a0 Adam bellowed making a dive for the unsuspecting animal.\u00a0 Startled, the animal leapt away from the object now descending upon him, jumping first to a low bench by a doorway then higher to a shelf.<\/p>\n

Adam fell to the floor on his stomach as the tomcat scurried away from his grasp.\u00a0 He then heard the crashing of wood against wood and looked up in time to see the shelf, his water bucket and ladle descend upon him.<\/p>\n

He wasn’t sure how long he lay there on the dirt floor of the forge.\u00a0 All he knew when he awoke was that his head really hurt.\u00a0 Even more so than the dull throbbing that had plagued him all day.\u00a0 Gingerly he reached up to touch where it hurt most and found his fingers wet.\u00a0 Looking down at his fingertips, he wasn’t surprised to find them red.<\/p>\n

Closing his eyes against the pain and frustration, Adam pulled his now water-drenched body into an upright position upon the floor.\u00a0 Glancing around the room, he found the place in shambles.\u00a0 With all the strength that he could still muster, Adam stood and found his blood begin to boil.<\/p>\n

He wasn’t sure whom he was madder at, Little Joe for ‘Losing’ the blacksmith, Hoss for keeping that demon cat or his father for assigning him to the forge.\u00a0 He was even more than a little angry at himself for allowing his brothers to talk him into going to town the night before.\u00a0 Standing there seething at the destruction of all his hard work, yet again a large orange object moved slowly into his peripheral vision.<\/p>\n

“You!\u00a0 Out of here!”\u00a0 Adam raged moving ominously towards the fiery feline.<\/p>\n

More than a little frightened the cat scrambled for the exit with Adam close on its heels.\u00a0 Once the tabby had safely escaped out the door, Adam let out a primal yell of ‘UGH’ then slammed the door in a fury causing the branding irons to tumble to the floor at his feet.<\/p>\n

Closing his eyes tightly, Adam pinched the bridge of his nose with his left index finger and thumb in a futile attempt to quiet his seething fury.\u00a0 No longer able to contain the wrath within, Adam turned and struck out with his foot and solidly connected with the anvil that sat in the middle of the floor.\u00a0 Adam grunted back the cry that threatened to erupt from his throat as he grabbed, once more, his injured right foot.\u00a0 The screaming pain had all but erased the unbridled fury of only moments before.<\/p>\n

**************<\/p>\n

Surrendering to defeat, Adam had given up any hopes of salvaging the disaster area that was once the forge.\u00a0 After dousing the fire, he slowly limped to the main house.<\/p>\n

“Hop Sing!”\u00a0 Adam called out upon opening the front door.\u00a0 He was surprised when the oriental cook didn’t respond immediately.\u00a0 Slowly making his way to the kitchen, Adam belatedly remembered it was the cook’s day off and was probably in town visiting friends and family.<\/p>\n

Ambling as best he could, Adam made his way over to the small cabinet where the family kept the medical supplies.\u00a0 Retrieving the liniment bottle and a couple of rags, Adam slowly made the journey up to his room.<\/p>\n

Standing before the mirror at his wash stand, Adam could barely recognize the face of the person before him.\u00a0 His right eye was practically swollen shut; grinning, he thought of the little lady who blessed him with it and the idea of passing on ‘the message’ to his baby brother.\u00a0 He had a nice gash over his eye that still dribbled a small trickle of blood down the left side of his face.<\/p>\n

Setting the liniment bottle and rags next to the basin on the stand.\u00a0 Adam took the pitcher and poured the water into the basin then carefully bent over and splashed the cool liquid upon his face.\u00a0 Gingerly he removed his shirt before soaking one of his clean hand towels to begin the painful process of washing the scratches on his arms and chest.\u00a0 Once bathed, he limped to the bed where he carefully removed his boot and sock from his injured foot.\u00a0 Adam winced at the sight of his swollen and very bruised foot.<\/p>\n

Despondent over the events of this disastrous day, Adam shook his head in disgust as he slowly hobbled back towards the washstand.\u00a0 Taking the liniment bottle in one hand and a clean rag in the other, Adam set about tending to his injuries.\u00a0 He hissed as the liniment burned the cut above his eye and felt tears form as he applied the liquid to the cat scratches.\u00a0 He was just about to apply more medicine to his face when he felt something brush against his bare foot.<\/p>\n

Startled, Adam jumped back in surprise, once again landing on his sore foot.\u00a0 Pain, stunned and more than a little rattled, he released the liniment bottle and heard it crash to the floor at his feet.<\/p>\n

All the combined pressures of the day were just more than the oldest Cartwright son could bear.\u00a0 He found that all of the pent up hurt, shock and anger were more than he could endure.\u00a0 With a flurry of expletive deleteds that could make the most seasoned of sailors from the Barbary to the Ivory Coasts blush, Adam released his pent up frustrations.<\/p>\n

Though Adam wasn’t sure if the words he yelled even went together or made any sense.\u00a0 All he knew was that it sure made him feel momentarily better.<\/p>\n

**************<\/p>\n

Ben Cartwright entered the house in something less than a bad mood.\u00a0 It had been a long and trying day.\u00a0 First he had to put up with his youngest son who whined and whimpered every time the young man had struck a hammer to a nail or an axe to a rail.\u00a0 Before he knew it, the fence mending had quickly dissolved into slow torture.<\/p>\n

By midday, his middle son had joined them.\u00a0 Hoss had been happy to announce that there was nothing seriously wrong with the cattle.\u00a0 But when Ben walked up to greet the robust man while he dismounted his horse, he was quickly repulsed as Hoss lost his breakfast all over his new boots.\u00a0 That was when he realized, even Hoss was not immune to the repercussions of a hang over.<\/p>\n

“Sorry Pa,” was all that Hoss could offer in apology, leaving his father to the vile stench for the rest of the day.<\/p>\n

Now Ben found himself in the entryway to his home listening to language so unbelievably obscene that he swore the room had been painted the dark shade of navy blue.\u00a0 He was even more shocked and taken aback to hear it coming from his college-educated son.<\/p>\n

“ADAM STODDARD CARTWRIGHT!”\u00a0 Ben Cartwright bellowed, rattling the panes of glass in the downstairs windows.<\/p>\n

Hoss found his stomach churning as he glanced up the stairs towards the hall leading to his older brother’s room.\u00a0 He wasn’t sure what Adam was saying, but he was fairly certain from the tone of his father’s voice that those weren’t nice words he’d been using.<\/p>\n

Joe giggled quietly before trying desperately to hide a smirk when he noticed his father glare back at him.\u00a0 He knew some of those words Adam had used were not acceptable terms in his father’s household.\u00a0 Coughing into his fist, Joe tried to quell his chuckle and hide his smile simultaneously.<\/p>\n

‘Stoddard’, what a lousy middle name. And I thought Francis was bad.\u00a0 ‘Stodgy’ is more like it.\u00a0 Joe found himself smiling even broader when he thought of his bossy oldest brother’s new nickname.<\/p>\n

Adam groaned aloud when he heard his father’s voice drift into his room.\u00a0 Why not?\u00a0 This is gonna ruin one beautiful day, he lamented to himself as he turned to make his way downstairs.<\/p>\n

CRUNCH!\u00a0 Wincing, Adam looked down to his battered bare foot, where he found a piece of glass shard poking out from its instep.\u00a0 With a disgusted glance and a deep sigh, he bent over, pulled the bottle fragment from his foot, shook his head, flicked the offending object to the washstand then limped towards his inevitable doom.<\/p>\n

Ben Cartwright stood facing the fireplace, breathing as deeply as he could to try and still his anger.\u00a0 Without a glance, he knew his two youngest sons stood frozen by the door.\u00a0 Ben heard Adam begin to descend the stairs; he would wait until Adam had fully entered the room.\u00a0 He was not pleased to hear his son’s footfalls stop on the middle landing.<\/p>\n

Little Joe and Hoss watched as their older brother slowly came into view and descended the stairs.\u00a0 Adam looked like he’d tangled with a Grizzly and lost.<\/p>\n

“Joe, could you do me a favor and ride for Doc Martin?”\u00a0 Adam called out addressing his baby brother.\u00a0 Though he knew his injuries weren’t serious, he was certain a few of them required some doctoring.<\/p>\n

Nodding, Joe turned to do his brother’s bidding.<\/p>\n

“Don’t you move a muscle Joseph.”\u00a0 Ben ordered still facing the fireplace; he had still not looked up to see the state of his oldest child.<\/p>\n

“Then I hope you don’t mind if I sit this one out?”\u00a0 Adam drolly intoned, unceremoniously plopping himself onto the steps of the stairs.\u00a0 Only to regret his actions immediately, when his tender backside reminded him of the trip down the loft ladder.<\/p>\n

Ben was so furious with his son he could barely speak.\u00a0 First Adam’s use of blasphemy in his house, then the boy’s insolence by insisting that Little Joe ride for a doctor and now his total disrespect by failing to enter the room to face his father properly.\u00a0 Enraged, Ben turned to address his first born.<\/p>\n

“Adam, I will not tolerate\u2026” Ben began to roar, then his voice trailed off when his anger quickly dissipated at the sight of his son’s injured state.\u00a0 Ben quickly crossed the room to where Adam sat.<\/p>\n

“Joe, why are you standing there gawking with your mouth hanging open?\u00a0 Do as your brother asked and fetch Doc Martin.\u00a0 Hoss, help me get him up to his room, then get the liniment and some bandages.”\u00a0 Ben barked orders to his younger sons.<\/p>\n

**************<\/p>\n

Adam awoke later to a pressure weighing heavily down on his chest.\u00a0 Though the weight was not unbearable, it was extremely annoying.\u00a0 Opening his one good eye, he was not amused with the sight before him.\u00a0 There on his chest lay the personal pet of Lucifer himself and Adam swore it was grinning at him.<\/p>\n

“Who’s your friend son?”<\/p>\n

Adam looked up from the assuredly evil creature to his father who was entering his room with dinner tray in hand.<\/p>\n

“He’s no friend of mine.”\u00a0 Adam assured his father, wondering how the demon kitty straight from the depths of Hades had gotten into his room.<\/p>\n

Setting the tray on Adam’s dresser, Ben shooed the cat from his son’s bed.<\/p>\n

Adam gingerly pulled himself into a sitting position, careful to mind the stitches on his hand and trying not to jar his broken foot too much.\u00a0 His father moved the tray from the dresser to his lap, then sat down in the chair by his bedside.<\/p>\n

“Would you care to tell me about what happened today?”\u00a0 Ben patiently inquired.\u00a0 He began to cut Adam’s roast beef knowing that his son would not be able to accomplish the task due to the stitches in his hand.<\/p>\n

“Not really Pa.”\u00a0 This was one day that Adam hoped he would soon forget.<\/p>\n

“I see.”\u00a0 His father replied.\u00a0 He still hadn’t gotten a clear explanation from his son concerning what had happened and curiosity was beginning to get the better of him.<\/p>\n

Adam hoped his meal would pass in companionable silence with his father, until those hopes were dashed by the sound of his father clearing his throat.<\/p>\n

“Adam, there seems to be this matter regarding your selection of words recently.\u00a0 I paid handsomely for your education and feel your choice of language extremely distressing.\u00a0 Both of your brothers look up to you as a role model and though I know you’re a grown man\u2026”<\/p>\n

Adam’s eyes began to glaze, chewing on the roast beef he’d just placed in his mouth.\u00a0 He found his mind begin to drift once more.\u00a0 Model a role?\u00a0 Then again, can someone really grow a man\u2026?\u00a0 Can someone grow a person then misplace where they put them\u2026<\/p>\n

The night was quiet and peaceful; Adam was sleeping soundly thanks to a little help from Doc Martin’s pain medication.\u00a0 Subconsciously, he felt pressure upon his injured right foot.\u00a0 Reaching out with his left foot, he swiped away the offending presence.<\/p>\n

“Raaa” a creature called out, followed by a dull thud and a “Whomp” as something was thrown into the nearby wall then fell to the floor, culminating with the unmistakable sound of claws beating a hasty retreat across bare wooden floors.<\/p>\n

Adam Cartwright rolled onto his side, as a small smile formed upon his lips, then drifted deeper into very pleasant dreams.<\/p>\n

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