{"id":2300,"date":"2009-04-09T07:22:48","date_gmt":"2009-04-09T11:22:48","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/bonanzabrand.info\/library\/?p=2300"},"modified":"2025-02-27T12:13:28","modified_gmt":"2025-02-27T17:13:28","slug":"to-kill-a-brother","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/bonanzabrand.info\/library\/?p=2300","title":{"rendered":"To Kill A Brother (by Dodo)"},"content":{"rendered":"

Summary:\u00a0\u00a0 <\/span>Written for the April Chaps and Spurs challenge.<\/p>\n

A letter sends Joe on a journey he’d never expected to take.
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The hour was late and there was a bite of early winter in the night air as the full moon cast an eerie glow across the autumnal Nevada landscape. Away in the distance within the vast forest of pine an old male timber wolf howled mournfully towards its pack; the sorrowful howl causing a lone horseman to shiver involuntarily at the sound as he walked his mount slowly into the yard of the Ponderosa ranch.<\/p>\n

Trail weary and saddle sore after a month away Joe Cartwright sighed with muted elation to be home at last.<\/p>\n

With several experienced wranglers he\u2019d driven a large herd of horses south to Arizona and made a handsome profit on the sale of prime saddle-broke horseflesh to the south western based US Army. He and the ranch hands had then made good time on the return journey, arriving back much earlier than anticipated after their long arduous trek across mountains and desert. And as the outskirts of Virginia City loomed into view Joe had been sorely tempted to immediately start drinking away some of his hard earned wages by way of a raucous nights\u2019 celebration of return in the infamous Bucket of Blood saloon.<\/p>\n

But on reflection Joe shook his head and decided against the idea. In truth he was tired in body and mind and for once in no hurry for a beer, a game of poker or female companionship. Instead, after seemingly endless nights of sleeping on the hard cold ground with just a single blanket for warmth, the lure of his soft bed for the first time in a long time proved too much for him. So Joe parted ways with a wave of thanks towards his men, watching them as they disappeared whooping and hollering with excited anticipation of the entertainment to come. Then under the pale glimmer of moonlight turned and moved off alone in the direction of home.<\/p>\n

With the recognizable outline of the house before him, Joe reigned to a stop and gave his stalwart mount a grateful pat, more than thankful for Cochise\u2019s surefootedness on the past weeks gruelling journey. \u201cYou did a good job old friend,\u201d he crooned quietly, leaning over to lovingly stroke the black and white neck. \u201cI\u2019ll make sure you get a well earned break.\u201d<\/p>\n

The horse tossed his mane and quivered a response, seemingly as relieved as his master to be back to the familiar safe haven he knew so well as Joe dismounted and led him past several dozing horses in the corral. Then once in the barn the pinto nickered a friendly greeting towards a napping Buck, Sport and Chubb who lifted their heads and viewed the late arrival with equine curiosity for a few moments before closing their eyes once again.<\/p>\n

Joe guided his mount into its stall and removing the tack quickly saw to his horses\u2019 needs. Once finished he slapped a week\u2019s worth of trail dust from his clothes as he made his way across the yard then paused for a moment as he was about to open the front door, feeling a slight degree of trepidation at the reception he may well receive inside. Joe winced at the thought. After all his parting words to his brothers had not been ones to be proud of, he inwardly mused with a regretful sigh.<\/p>\n

Throughout most of his twenty four years the youngest Cartwright had always felt an illogical need to prove his worth on the ranch as he followed in Adam and Hoss\u2019 well defined footsteps. Time and time again there was some kind of conflict between them when Joe thought he was being babied unnecessarily by his siblings, often mistaking good intentioned help for interference when he\u2019d been set many a task.<\/p>\n

And even though his brothers could always be relied on to help when needed the lessons learned over time were somehow forgotten again when Joe secured the lucrative deal with the Army and took on sole responsibility to plan and make the journey to Tucson.<\/p>\n

Life on the Ponderosa had become fraught with nervous tension for days as once again Joe gave short shrift to any well meaning suggestions and concerns from his elder brothers about the trip; always assuming the looks between them was silent criticism of every decision he\u2019d made.<\/p>\n

Even the last few words of advice from Adam and Hoss had been met with cynical suspicion and Joe\u2019s only response a string of colourful expletives whispered through clenched teeth but still audible to all standing in the yard, his father included, as he rode away.<\/p>\n

Although this time there\u2019d been no unforeseen crisis or setback with his plans Joe inwardly cringed at the memory of his unnecessary foul language and ungracious manner towards his brothers as he quietly entered the house. Cautiously taking a moment to gaze around, apart from the ticking of the grandfather clock the room was silent and seemingly deserted. It was obvious everyone was in bed and Joe blew out his cheeks with relief. There\u2019d be no confrontation that night!<\/p>\n

However there was the welcoming light of a single lamp on a side table and the glowing embers from a dying fire that continued to throw out some degree of heat. So after hanging up his jacket on a spare peg and placing his hat and gun belt on the credenza, Joe walked over to the hearth. And thankfully warming his hands until hardly able to stay upright any longer, he sank down wearily onto the settee and stretched out his legs before planting his boots firmly on the coffee table.<\/p>\n

Although not looking forward to facing Adam and Hoss it still felt good to be home again Joe mused, imagining the look of relief and surprise on his father\u2019s face when he found him returned a few days ahead of schedule. And knowing the absence of any one of his sons from the ranch for any length of time was always a continual worry, for a moment Joe was tempted to head straight upstairs and wake his Pa up to put his mind at ease. But now comfortable and settled Joe decided against the idea, instead happy to wait until breakfast before announcing his arrival back within the family fold.<\/p>\n

The clock suddenly began striking midnight and as Joe stretched and yawned, across the room in a darkened corner a figure sitting in a high backed armchair was stirred from slumber by the noise of the chimes.<\/p>\n

Ben Cartwright rubbed his face with his hands and then his brown eyes misted slightly with unashamed joy as he took in the sight of his tousled haired and sweat stained youngest for a few moments before noiselessly rising from his chair. \u201cJoseph! It\u2019s good to have you back son,\u201d he smiled warmly, making no effort to hide the fact he was thrilled to see him once again.<\/p>\n

Visibly surprised Joe jumped in his seat, quickly whipping his feet off the table and turning to give his father a wide eyed stare. \u201cPa? You scared me half to death! What on earth are you doing up at this hour? I thought you\u2019d have been in bed hours ago!\u201d<\/p>\n

Fighting an inner urge to smother Joe in a bear hug as he used to do when his son was a young child, Ben restrained himself. Instead easing down and ignoring the wrinkled shirt and stubbly chin Ben\u2019s voice lowered emotionally and he just gave Joe\u2019s leg a gentle pat. \u201cI\u2019d a feeling you\u2019d be coming back tonight so I thought I\u2019d wait up to welcome you home. Did you have a good trip?\u201d<\/p>\n

Beaming a self-satisfied grin Joe nodded his head. \u201cI don\u2019t know why I\u2019d been so worried beforehand as everything went much better than I\u2019d expected.\u201d He raised a questioning eyebrow. \u201cBut why on earth would you think I\u2019d be returning tonight Pa? None of us expected to get back for at least another four days and it was only because of fair weather we managed it at all.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cLet\u2019s just say I had a hunch you\u2019d be turning up earlier than you said. It\u2019s a feeling I\u2019ve had about my boys a few times over the years and it\u2019s never failed me yet!\u201d<\/p>\n

Joe chuckled. \u201cI might have known you\u2019d have one of your premonitions,\u201d he answered; his father\u2019s supposed intuitiveness as far as his sons were concerned having been a standing joke amongst the Cartwright brothers for as long as he could remember.<\/p>\n

Joe pointed upwards where a very familiar snoring could be heard emanating loudly above their heads from behind a bedroom door. \u201cBy the sounds of it someone didn\u2019t believe in your gut feeling and think it worth staying up to greet his little brother tonight.\u201d<\/p>\n

Ben shook his head in a genial way. \u201cHoss tried hard to convince me there was no point waiting up as you couldn\u2019t possibly get back from Tucson before the end of the week. He even laid a bet with me on that very fact. And I must admit the later it got tonight the more I thought he was right! Though I\u2019m glad I stayed up as you\u2019re truly a sight for sore eyes\u2026if not a slightly dirty faced one. By the looks of it you\u2019ve eaten more than your fair share of trail dust lately!\u201d<\/p>\n

Joe grinned as he brushed a hand across his grubby cheeks as though in an attempt to clean them. However his effort didn\u2019t make much difference.<\/p>\n

\u201cNever mind son, you\u2019ll soon wash up clean,\u201d Ben chuckled. \u201cAnd at least you\u2019ve got back before the weather changes. There\u2019s been a real chill in the air over the past few days and I wouldn\u2019t be surprised if we don\u2019t get some early snow.\u201d<\/p>\n

Joe\u2019s face fell. \u201cGuess that means we\u2019ll have to think about bringing the beef stock down from the top meadows before the month is out. And just when I thought I\u2019d finished with herding livestock for a long while,\u201d he grumbled and gave an involuntary shudder at the thought.<\/p>\n

\u201cDon\u2019t worry about the cattle Joe. Your brothers brought them down a few days ago so that\u2019s one round up you\u2019re not going to have to worry about.\u201d<\/p>\n

A smile of appreciation flickered across Joe\u2019s face then his expression noticeably changed and he eyed his father hesitatingly. \u201cAfter the way I behaved towards them before I left, reckon Adam and Hoss won\u2019t be too glad to see me back. They didn\u2019t deserve me ranting and raving at them for no good reason but it\u2019s like there\u2019s something inside me, always pushing to prove to you all that I can.\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

Ben held up a hand to interrupt, more than aware of Joe\u2019s apprehension and anxiety to complete the drive successfully on his own. \u201cNone of us have ever doubted your ability for one minute no matter how you may have thought different,\u201d he answered softly. \u201cAnd as for your brothers their only intention was to try and help.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAfter all those hours on the trail with nothing much to think about I managed to work that out for myself pretty quick,\u201d Joe said and took a deep breath as he warily held his father\u2019s gaze. \u201cAny chance they\u2019ve forgiven me yet?\u201d<\/p>\n

Behind Joe\u2019s hazel eyes was a definite haze of troubled remorse. Many wouldn\u2019t have seen it, but the astute father did as Ben\u2019s weathered face gave a soft smile and he placed his arm affectionately around his shoulder. He could feel the tension in his son\u2019s muscles as he gave a gentle squeeze. \u201cThere was nothing to forgive Joe. They understood the stress you were under and what was said between the three of you has been long forgotten by them both. So let\u2019s not say another word about it.\u201d<\/p>\n

Joe\u2019s body visibly relaxed at the news and Ben paused and studied his tired-lined face more closely with slight concern. It was obvious the strain he\u2019d been under and his heart went out to him. \u201cYou look dead beat son.\u201d<\/p>\n

Joe sniffed a little self-consciously and raised his head. \u201cTo be truthful I feel dead beat Pa,\u201d he admitted with a weak smile. \u201cReckon I\u2019m getting too old for all this ranch work.\u201d<\/p>\n

Ben smiled and leaned back in his seat as Joe moved forwards as if to stand. \u201cAfter eating nothing but beans and dried jerky for the past few days I\u2019ve been looking forward to some of Hop Sing\u2019s cooking. I\u2019m just hoping Hoss left something from supper for once.\u201d<\/p>\n

Keen to wait on his son Ben gently pushed an obviously exhausted Joe back down. \u201cYou stay put. I\u2019m sure I can find some tiny morsels your brother missed.\u201d<\/p>\n

Within a few minutes Ben returned with a tray containing a mug of steaming coffee, a plate full of cold chicken and potatoes and slices of fresh bread. He placed it on the dining table and pulled out his chair then sat down. Joe eased up and on the way to the kitchen to wash his hands he passed over a piece of paper from his shirt pocket.<\/p>\n

Ben looked down at the bank draft made out in his name for a few seconds and gave a quiet whistle of appreciation. \u201cThis is far more than we\u2019d expected. You must have driven a hard bargain with the US Cavalry!\u201d<\/p>\n

Joe grunted with satisfaction as he returned to the table and sat down. \u201cAfter Major Williams said they were the best quality horses he\u2019d seen in years I knew I could set my own price. And he didn\u2019t quibble. Even wants us to supply him with more next fall.\u201d<\/p>\n

Ben nodded, clearly impressed, then folded the draft carefully and placed it on the sideboard behind him. \u201cNow get that food eaten and you can tell me all about your journey once you\u2019ve finished.\u201d<\/p>\n

With a thankful smile Joe began to eat and there was a companionable silence between father and son until minutes later after swallowing down the last dregs in his mug and pushing his empty plate aside Joe gave a deep sigh of contentment. \u201cThat sure was worth giving up a night in town for.\u201d<\/p>\n

Ben remained seated and let out a loud involuntary yawn as Joe moved back to the settee and made himself comfortable again. Turning his head towards his father Joe smiled. \u201cWhy don\u2019t you turn in Pa? We can talk in the morning when we\u2019ve both had a good night\u2019s sleep.\u201d<\/p>\n

Ben eyed him with an appreciative nod as he rose from his chair. \u201cGood idea son. But aren\u2019t you aiming on going to bed yet?\u201d<\/p>\n

Joe shook his head and raised his eyes to the ceiling. \u201cThink I\u2019ll stay up a while and work out what I can do to make amends with Adam and Hoss before they try to kill me,\u201d he joked. \u201cIf nothing else they deserve some sort of apology, even if it\u2019s only a free beer!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m sure they\u2019d appreciate any little gesture though to be safe I\u2019d make it two,\u201d Ben advised, his brown eyes twinkling with amusement as he stood in front of his son. \u201cAnd don\u2019t feel obliged to get up early in the morning. Stay in bed for as long as you want.\u201d<\/p>\n

Joe met his father\u2019s gaze and his mouth dropped open in shock. \u201cReally Pa? You\u2019re not going to let Hoss throw water over me to get me up for breakfast?\u201d<\/p>\n

The corner of Ben\u2019s mouth twitched. \u201cNo Joe, not this time. Don\u2019t want to risk another broken window.\u201d<\/p>\n

Joe smiled at the memory of the many panes of glass that had been ordered and broken over and over for various reasons during the course of a few days\u2019 months before.<\/p>\n

\u201cBesides,\u201d Ben continued. \u201cI think you deserve a late morning after all your hard work these past weeks. Don\u2019t you?\u201d<\/p>\n

Joe grinned in delight at the unexpected treat. \u201cSure do. Thanks Pa.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s my pleasure,\u201d Ben said and moved away as if to bed. But he\u2019d only taken a couple of paces when he abruptly stopped and turned as a thought came to him. \u201cYou\u2019ve had some mail Joe,\u201d he announced, pointing over towards a small white envelope which was propped up in a rack on his desk. \u201cIt arrived here a couple of days ago.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cA letter for me?\u201d Joe followed his father\u2019s gaze and let out a loud disinterested yawn. \u201cWell I\u2019m not expecting anything important but whatever it is will have to wait until the morning before I read it. I can barely keep my eyes open at the moment.\u201d<\/p>\n

Ben\u2019s face softened with affection and he gave a slight nod of understanding. \u201cDon\u2019t be too long before you come up. You don\u2019t want to be falling asleep down here on your first night back.\u201d<\/p>\n

The young man smiled. \u201cI won\u2019t. I\u2019ve been looking forward to sleeping in my own bed since the day I left so even wild horses won\u2019t keep me from it tonight.\u201d<\/p>\n

Ben nodded; his eyes tender. \u201cIt\u2019s good to have you home Joe. Good night.\u201d<\/p>\n

Joe gave a heartfelt sigh of agreement. \u201cIt\u2019s good to be back home Pa,\u201d he acknowledged and watched until Ben disappeared from view and moments later an upstairs door quietly opened and closed.<\/p>\n

Minutes passed as Joe continued to sit and stare almost hypnotically at the dying embers, his thoughts on his brothers and what a jerk he\u2019d been. His eyes grew heavier and heavier within their sockets until they closed, overtaken by fatigue as his chin drooped to rest on his chest until suddenly he raised his head up with a start.<\/p>\n

Knowing if he didn\u2019t move right at that moment he would be fast asleep where he sat Joe slowly pushed up from the settee. In the pale flickering light given off from the fire and lamp he made his way towards the stairs, but as his foot rested on the first step Joe turned his head and his tired eyes focused on the correspondence lying over on the desk. His curiosity had finally got the better of him.<\/p>\n

Stretching out his arms and arching out the kinked muscles in his shoulders and back as he walked across the room Joe picked up the envelope, and with the tip of his thumb nail slit it open and pulled out the contents.<\/p>\n

If Ben had been watching as his son focused on the single sheet of paper he\u2019d have seen him frown then visibly pale as he began to read. Tiredness now forgotten Joe re-read every word of the letter again.<\/p>\n

Emotional scars that were buried deep a few years ago quickly surfaced in a rush and with pain in his eyes Joe shuddered at the memories. He raked a hand through his hair as his mind raced frantically, trying to fathom out what he should do next. His loyalties were now painfully divided but deep down in his heart Joe knew he had no choice. So with his decision made he placed the letter back into the envelope and stuffed it into his shirt pocket.<\/p>\n

Taking a moment to open the safe Joe helped himself to several twenty dollar bills then pulled out a piece of paper from a drawer, picked up a pencil and began to write. Once his note was finished Joe laid the sheet out on top of the desk and sighed despairingly, hoping his father would understand. But that was something to worry about in the future\u2026.if he had a future.<\/p>\n

With his thoughts still in turmoil and his conscience at leaving in such an underhand way plaguing him, Joe made his way to the credenza and strapped on his gun belt. He turned and looked back into the room and up the stairs. \u201cSorry Pa,\u201d he whispered in a choked voice, then collecting up his jacket and hat opened the door before disappearing into the night.<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

Ben was pouring out his first cup of coffee of the day as Hoss meandered down the stairs whistling a happy though nondescript tune.<\/p>\n

\u201cMorning Pa,\u201d he called, obviously in a good mood as he pulled out a chair and sat down. \u201cWas that Adam I heard going out through the front door a few minutes ago?\u201d<\/p>\n

Ben nodded. \u201cHe went out to feed the stock just as I was coming down the stairs. You know how he likes to get that chore done before he starts on his breakfast.\u201d<\/p>\n

Hoss shook his head and frowned in puzzlement. \u201cNever could see the sense of that. There\u2019s no way I could concentrate on anything first thing in the morning till I\u2019ve filled my stomach.\u201d<\/p>\n

Ben chuckled as he watched Hoss help himself to several slices of ham then began to devour them two at a time. \u201cWe\u2019ve noticed son,\u201d he smiled. \u201cBy the way, you owe me some money.\u201d<\/p>\n

Swallowing down the contents in his mouth Hoss cocked his head and raised an eyebrow quizzically. \u201cI do? How come?\u201d<\/p>\n

Ben looked pointedly up the stairs and beamed a grin as he held out a hand. \u201cYour little brother came home late last night just as I told you he would. And I seem to remember you betting me five dollars he wouldn\u2019t, so come on son – pay up!\u201d<\/p>\n

Hoss frowned, perplexed. \u201cJoe? I don\u2019t understand Pa. If he\u2019s back, where is he?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat do you mean where is he? He\u2019s up in his bed and no waking him up. I told Joe he could sleep late this morning without being disturbed.\u201d<\/p>\n

Shaking his head Hoss continued to look over in confusion. \u201cSorry but there ain\u2019t no sign of Joe in his room Pa. I made a point of looking in and nothing has been touched and his bed definitely ain\u2019t been slept in. You sure you\u2019ve not been dreamin\u2019?\u201d<\/p>\n

Ben looked over indignantly. \u201cNo I haven\u2019t been dreaming. I was talking to your brother at this very table last night, just as I am with you now!\u201d<\/p>\n

He could see from his face Hoss wasn\u2019t convinced so Ben leaned over and picked up the Army bank draft he\u2019d left on the sideboard several hours before. He passed it over for him to read. \u201cNow do you believe me?\u201d he queried as he watched his son\u2019s eyes widen in surprise. \u201cHow else would I have this if Joe hadn\u2019t handed it to me in person?\u201d<\/p>\n

Pursing his lips tight Hoss nodded. \u201cI agree, but that don\u2019t answer the question if Joe ain\u2019t in his bed, where is he? Can\u2019t imagine my little brother volunteering to start work early after being away for all these weeks, can you?\u201d<\/p>\n

Before Ben could answer the front door slammed shut and Adam appeared. \u201cHey Pa,\u201d he said as he made his way to the table. \u201cI see Joe got back but it also looks like we\u2019ve had us a one-horse horse thief in the night. That sorrel mare has gone from the corral.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWell it ain\u2019t the only thing that\u2019s been misplaced,\u201d Hoss remarked with a puzzled frown. \u201cLittle brother has disappeared as well. Ain\u2019t sight or sound of him anywhere!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBut Cochise is in the barn so he can\u2019t have gone far.\u201d Adam then turned his head towards the door. \u201cMind you there\u2019s no sign of his coat and hat. You reckon Joe\u2019s gone off somewhere and taken the missing horse?\u201d<\/p>\n

Ben rubbed his chin thoughtfully. \u201cSeems the logical conclusion Adam but when Joe got back last night he made no mention of going anywhere when I was talking to him. In fact he was looking forward to sleeping late.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSo what could have happened to change his mind?\u201d Hoss queried, though not to anyone in particular.<\/p>\n

Adam intuitively looked across the room. \u201cI see the letter Joe received is missing from the letter rack so he must have read it. But there\u2019s something else on your desk Pa. Maybe it\u2019s a note explaining what\u2019s going on.\u201d<\/p>\n

He walked over and after a quick glance at the familiar handwriting handed the single sheet straight to his father.<\/p>\n

Ben quickly read the contents and as he placed the paper down on the table his expression took on a fearful look.<\/p>\n

Hoss stared at him, bewildered. \u201cWhat\u2019s wrong Pa? What does the note say?\u201d<\/p>\n

Ben passed it over and Adam stood behind his brother as they both read the scrawled out message.<\/p>\n

Pa.
\nI\u2019m sorry to leave like this but something important has come up and I\u2019ve got to go away. I\u2019ve borrowed some money from the safe as I\u2019m aiming to catch the stage to Wyoming at first light. I\u2019ll take one of the horses from the corral and leave it at the livery in Carson. Can\u2019t tell you how long I\u2019m going to be but please don\u2019t worry.
\nJoe<\/p>\n

Hoss\u2019 eyes narrowed with confusion and flashed worriedly between father and elder brother. \u201cWyoming? Why the heck is Joe going several hundred miles to Wyoming in such a hurry?\u201d<\/p>\n

Ben buried his face in his hands as a great feeling of intuitive foreboding flooded though his body. Dear God, he thought. This can\u2019t be happening. Not the one thing I\u2019ve been dreading after all this time.<\/p>\n

Feeling a hand on his shoulder Ben looked up to see Adam eyeing him questioningly. \u201cI\u2019m sensing you know the reason why he\u2019s gone.\u201d<\/p>\n

Ben let out a deep sigh. \u201cYes Adam. I reckon I do,\u201d he finally answered in a despairing tone. \u201cAnd it\u2019s not so much why but who he\u2019s gone to.\u201d<\/p>\n

Hoss exchanged a worrying glance with Adam then looked back at his father, his expression grim. \u201cI don\u2019t understand. What do you mean?\u201d<\/p>\n

Ben clenched his fists tight in an effort to control his emotions. \u201cClay. Joe must have gone to meet Clay.\u201d<\/p>\n

There was a few moments stunned silence. \u201cClay? You reckon that letter was from Clay Stafford?\u201d<\/p>\n

Ben gave a forlorn sigh. \u201cI\u2019m afraid I do Adam. Can\u2019t think of anyone else Joe would rush off to see at a moments notice without letting us know in case we tried to stop him. After all Clay is his brother and\u2026.\u201d<\/p>\n

With anger clearly showing on his face Hoss banged his fist down hard on the table. \u201cDadburn it, we\u2019re his brothers too Pa! Joe should be here with us and not trailing off to Wyoming!\u201d he spat bitterly, cutting short what he father was about to say.<\/p>\n

\u201cNo one has heard a word from Stafford since he left so why write now after all the trouble he caused that last time? It took months for Joe to get over him leaving, and I ain\u2019t talking about those bruises and cracked ribs he suffered when he was beat up either!\u201d<\/p>\n

Ben leaned back in his chair as the memory of his inconsolable youngest crying in his arms the day Stafford left the ranch for good flashed into his mind.<\/p>\n

\u201cWell if you\u2019re right Pa, whatever Stafford wrote in that letter was enough to get Joe to leave without a second thought about us,\u201d Adam added with a hint of resentment. \u201cSo what shall we do now? Go after him?\u201d<\/p>\n

Adam\u2019s brusque query brought Ben out of his private reverie. He shook his head. \u201cMuch as I hate saying it there\u2019s nothing we can do. Joe\u2019s a grown man and must have his reasons to leave the way he did and we\u2019ve just got to respect his decision. Besides, there isn\u2019t another stage going east until late next week and by the time we arrived in Wyoming we\u2019d have no way of knowing which way he\u2019d gone.\u201d<\/p>\n

Ben took a deep swallow. \u201cI\u2019m afraid we\u2019re just going to have to trust Joseph to find his way home when he\u2019s ready.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou don\u2019t think Joe\u2019s gonna stay with Stafford and head off for Mexico like he\u2019d threatened the last time? He is gonna come home ain\u2019t he Pa?\u201d<\/p>\n

The sob of emotion in Hoss\u2019 voice was clear to all and Ben stared at the fear-filled expression on his broad face for several long moments. \u201cI don\u2019t know son,\u201d he finally answered, acute misery filling his being. \u201cI wish to God I did, but I really don\u2019t know.\u201d
\n***<\/p>\n

After several days uncomfortable travel on the Overland Stage Joe finally arrived at Fort Bridger, a bustling settlement situated on the south western corner of Wyoming Territory.<\/p>\n

Straightaway he found his way to the nearest store after deciding to buy a new shirt. For he willingly conceded after wearing the same one for so long he was sure it would soon crawl off his back under its own steam. He also treated himself to a quick bath and shave at one of the municipal bathhouses, and feeling reasonably human once again followed the mouth-watering aroma of fried bacon and ended up at a small caf\u00e9 where he ate his fill.<\/p>\n

Eager to continue on his journey and knowing the next scheduled stage wasn\u2019t due to leave for another three days, Joe walked down to the end of the main street where one of the town\u2019s livery stables were located. He checked out several horses and negotiated a deal with the whisky-smelling owner on a white faced chestnut which caught his eye plus tack. Paying over the amount agreed he asked directions and it wasn\u2019t long before Joe was in the saddle again and heading on the last leg of his journey.<\/p>\n

Although a bitterly cold wind continually whipped up around him, Joe\u2019s mount ate up the miles at a steady pace as he followed the course of the Bear River. Eventually the light of day faded and night descended then suddenly a town which bore the river\u2019s name could just be seen in the distance. But instead of riding on Joe followed instructions in the letter and veered to ride along a wagon rutted track for a couple of miles until he reigned to a stop.<\/p>\n

Set in a clearing at the side of the road was a small cabin which clearly had seen better days. One window had been boarded up and paint on the walls was flaking off in large chunks. It was a far cry from the Ponderosa ranch house and if it wasn\u2019t for smoke drifting out of a chimney he\u2019d have thought the place deserted.<\/p>\n

Apprehensively and not a little nervously Joe called out a greeting. There was a few moments dragging silence then the front door creaked open.<\/p>\n

Even in the gloom Joe could see a rifle barrel pointing out towards him and his left hand instinctively went to grab at his own gun. However he was immediately stilled by instruction from within the cabin. \u201cKeep your hands clear of your sidearm or I\u2019ll shoot you dead. Now state your business.\u201d<\/p>\n

Straightaway Joe knew it wasn\u2019t an idle threat but even though years had passed the muffled voice was instantly recognisable and he inwardly sighed. Thank God, he wasn\u2019t too late. His brother was still alive.<\/p>\n

\u201cClay it\u2019s me. Joe. Joe Cartwright.\u201d<\/p>\n

A rusty hinge creaked as the door opened wider and a figure silhouetted by the light of a lamp inside appeared in the doorway, though the rifle still trained out in a menacing fashion. \u201cJoe? Is\u2026is that really you?\u201d The tone was faltering and incredulous.<\/p>\n

\u201cYes it\u2019s really me,\u201d Joe answered, a faint smile on his lips. \u201cNow are you going to let me dismount or is it your intention to shoot me off my horse?\u201d<\/p>\n

Suddenly the rifle was propped up inside and Clay Stafford emerged from the shadows, looking at Joe in complete amazement. \u201cWhat the hell are you doing here?\u201d<\/p>\n

Dismounting and tying his horse to a hitching pole Joe turned and closed the gap between them. \u201cI was expecting a slightly warmer reception from my brother after all this time,\u201d he said with a smile as he stared at his mother\u2019s first born, noting apart from a few greying hairs Clay hadn\u2019t changed at all.<\/p>\n

Beaming a warm, affectionate and brotherly smile back Clay placed both hands on Joe\u2019s shoulders, studying his face keenly as if still unable to believe who stood before him. \u201cIt\u2019s good to see you again Joe. But how did you know where to find me?\u201d<\/p>\n

Joe gave a huff of incredulity at the question. \u201cHow do you think? I followed the directions in your letter.\u201d<\/p>\n

A sudden look of bewilderment flashed across Clay\u2019s face as he backed away a pace. \u201cWhat letter? I don\u2019t know what you\u2019re talking about Joe. I haven\u2019t sent you any letter.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo, but I did.\u201d<\/p>\n

A female voice sounded out from within the cabin and a pretty woman in her late twenties suddenly came into view. \u201cI wrote the letter and signed it in your name Clay,\u201d she admitted in a fearless tone as she pushed away a stray wisp of honey-blonde hair from her cheek. \u201cI had to. You\u2019ve been so bull-headed about refusing to move on I had to get someone here. The one person I hoped might be able to talk some sense into that thick skull of yours.\u201d<\/p>\n

Clay shook his head and swore under his breath. \u201cOf all people I didn\u2019t want my brother involved in any of this,\u201d he murmured, his face now clouded angrily. \u201cAnd you know the reason why I\u2019m not running away from Brennan. Haven\u2019t I explained it enough?\u201d<\/p>\n

The sound of the name caused a brief flash of panic to creep into the woman\u2019s eyes then as quickly it vanished. \u201cYou\u2019ve explained but I still don\u2019t understand,\u201d she fired back and without another word turned her gaze on Joe. She stared at him for a moment, genuine delight at seeing him lighting up her face as she extended a hand. \u201cHello Mr Cartwright. I\u2019m Hannah and you don\u2019t know how glad I am to meet you at last. I\u2019ve heard such a lot about you from Clay.\u201d<\/p>\n

Joe politely took hold of the slightly callused fingers, warming to Hannah immediately as he held her welcoming blue eyed gaze. \u201cNot all bad I hope. And please, just call me Joe.\u201d<\/p>\n

Hannah gave a faint smile. \u201cNo. Not all bad Joe. But won\u2019t you come in? You must be cold and hungry after your long ride. And I have to apologise for Clay\u2019s initial greeting with the rifle. We don\u2019t get visitors out here and my husband has to be very cautious these days with all that\u2019s going on.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHusband?\u201d Joe squeaked in astonishment as he stared over at his brother questioningly. \u201cYou got married?\u201d<\/p>\n

However before Clay could answer Joe felt a hand around his arm and he was hustled inside. Immediately given a seat at a small table Joe took off his hat and quickly looked about him. The cabin was sparse but clean; a couple of fireside chairs in front of a blazing fire, a kitchen in a side alcove and one bedroom curtained off at the rear.<\/p>\n

Clay followed and bolted the door before sitting in one of the chairs by the hearth. A bowl of stew was set in front of Joe and a spoon pushed into his hand. \u201cEat,\u201d Hannah instructed firmly but with a kindly smile. \u201cIt\u2019s freshly caught rabbit.\u201d<\/p>\n

Although his mind was filled with unanswered questions after ten hours in the saddle Joe was too ravenous to argue, so without a word of protest he complied.<\/p>\n

Hannah poured out mugs of coffee for everyone then sat down opposite her husband. They sipped at their drinks and there was an uncomfortable and tense filled silence until Joe swallowed down the last spoonful of meat and potatoes. He gave a satisfying sigh. \u201cThank you. I\u2019ve never tasted better,\u201d he said, giving Hannah an appreciative smile as she moved towards him and cleared away the empty bowl.<\/p>\n

\u201cMay I see the letter now Joe?\u201d Clay then asked and straightaway Joe pulled out the badly creased envelope from his pocket and passed it over.<\/p>\n

Clay sighed, the corner of his mouth curving into a smile as he read the words written in his name. \u201cOne thing about my wife,\u201d he admitted with no trace of condemnation in his voice as he gave her a tender look of affection. \u201cShe never holds back on the truth.\u201d<\/p>\n

Hannah returned her husband\u2019s gaze but remained silent as she sat back down in her chair.<\/p>\n

\u201cSo the situation is just as Hanna wrote?\u201d Joe asked. \u201cThis Brennan fella is coming with several hired guns to kill you?\u201d<\/p>\n

With no show of emotion on his face Clay nodded.<\/p>\n

\u201cGood job I got here in time to help you then.\u201d<\/p>\n

Returning the letter into his hand Clay purposely ignored Joe\u2019s comment and just gave him a thoughtful stare as he watched him re-fold the paper and place it back in the envelope. \u201cI can\u2019t believe Ben gave you his blessing to meet up with me, especially knowing about Brennan and what he intends to do.\u201d<\/p>\n

Joe shrugged nonchalantly as he stuffed the letter back in his shirt. \u201cThe letter said your life was in danger so how could I not come?\u201d<\/p>\n

Slumping back into his chair he then gave a wry smile. \u201cBesides to be honest Pa doesn\u2019t know the half of it. He has no idea I was meeting up with you. I just left a note saying I had to leave straightaway and head for Wyoming. Even went in the middle of the night before he had a chance to try and stop me.\u201d<\/p>\n

Clay stared at him, mortified. \u201cWhy on earth did you have to go and do a foolhardy stunt like that Joe? All your family are going to be worried sick about you if they don\u2019t know where you are!\u201d<\/p>\n

Joe\u2019s smile quickly faded. \u201cI know,\u201d he replied regretfully. \u201cBut it\u2019s too late to worry about that now. I\u2019m here and will just have to face the consequences later.\u201d<\/p>\n

Clay sighed and shook his head then reached over onto the mantelpiece and picked up a small item which lay on the top. \u201cRemember this?\u201d he asked as he handed it over.<\/p>\n

It was a silver framed photograph of Marie; the one Joe had given his brother when they\u2019d parted ways. Joe looked at the beautiful smiling face of their mother for a few moments then handed it back. \u201cI\u2019m glad you kept it.\u201d<\/p>\n

Clay nodded. \u201cI owe Ben a lot after all he did for her and the way he, Adam and Hoss welcomed me to the family. That\u2019s why you\u2019re leaving at first light and going straight back to the Ponderosa. I\u2019m sorry you\u2019ve come all this way for nothing Joe but that\u2019s the way it\u2019s got to be. I don\u2019t aim to risk anything happening to you, for your family\u2019s sake as much as your own.\u201d<\/p>\n

Joe chewed at his lip for a moment then picked up his drink. \u201cClay I reckon you\u2019re getting to be as bossy as my other elder brother,\u201d he finally observed after taking a long swallow. \u201cAnd I don\u2019t take much notice of him either. I\u2019m not going and leaving you to face this Brennan alone, no matter what you say. I\u2019d have thought you\u2019d learned by now no Cartwright turns his back on another, regardless of the danger to life or limb.\u201d<\/p>\n

Clay\u2019s voice suddenly grew louder and more insistent. \u201cWill you listen to me Joe? I don\u2019t want you here!\u201d he shot back. \u201cIt\u2019s my problem and something I\u2019ve got to sort by myself!\u201d<\/p>\n

Tears brimmed in Hannah\u2019s eyes. \u201cBut why Clay?\u201d she cried. \u201cIf you\u2019re so determined to stay here why won\u2019t you at least accept help from Joe? I don\u2019t understand your stupid pride. Don\u2019t you want to stay alive long enough to see your child born?\u201d<\/p>\n

Joe\u2019s eyes widened. \u201cThere\u2019s a baby on the way?\u201d<\/p>\n

Swallowing back a sob Hannah nodded as she absently rubbed a hand across the middle of her brown patterned dress. \u201cI\u2019m four months gone.\u201d<\/p>\n

Joe looked between them and couldn\u2019t help but give a faint but genuine congratulatory smile. \u201cWell that clinches the deal. If I\u2019m gonna be an uncle there\u2019s no way I\u2019m leaving now; at least not until you\u2019ve explained what\u2019s going on. Then I\u2019ll judge for myself whether to go or stay.\u201d<\/p>\n

Clay\u2019s eyes flashed irately but he reluctantly nodded. \u201cVery well if you insist Joe, but I don\u2019t aim to change my mind. You\u2019re still leaving tomorrow!\u201d<\/p>\n

Although sensing his brother\u2019s temper rising Joe shook his head. \u201cReckon I\u2019ll decide that for myself,\u201d he answered back quickly. \u201cYou\u2019re not gonna find it quite so easy to get rid of me this time.\u201d<\/p>\n

Brother stared at brother for a few moments, evenly matched, equally inflexible as the memory of their final painful parting over three years ago filled their minds. The tension between them was palpable.<\/p>\n

Hannah didn\u2019t profess to understand what had suddenly caused the change in atmosphere between the two men but anxious to act as mediator she reached over and took her husband\u2019s hands in her own. \u201cMaybe it would be a good start if I told Joe how we first met?\u201d she suggested.<\/p>\n

Her work worn fingers tightened in a loving squeeze and with a sigh Clay gave his wife a sombre nod as his anger ebbed away.<\/p>\n

Joe removed his jacket then sank down into his chair as Hannah began.<\/p>\n

\u201cMy mother died when I was born and I was brought up as an only child by my father in Chicago. He was a doctor with his own practice and one of the most conscientious and kindly men I\u2019ve ever met. Then one day a couple of years ago we were out together taking a walk when Pa collapsed right in front of me. There was nothing anyone could have done. He was dead before he hit the ground. His heart had given out on him.\u201d<\/p>\n

As she paused for a moment in sad reflection Joe nodded sympathetically. \u201cI\u2019m sorry. It must have been a big shock for you.\u201d<\/p>\n

Hannah nodded as she brushed a hand across her grief stricken eyes. \u201cI was devastated and just remember screaming and crying, not knowing what to do next. After all I\u2019d just lost the only family I had. Then I felt someone pull me up and hold me tight, trying to comfort me. It was Clay. He calmed me down, took me home then made all the arrangements for the funeral. He even stood by my side when I buried my father and called on me nearly every day for the next few weeks to make sure I was coping. Before we knew it we\u2019d fallen in love and within a couple of months we were married.\u201d<\/p>\n

Joe turned his eyes towards his brother. \u201cI thought you were heading south to Mexico after you left the Ponderosa. What changed your mind?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIt didn\u2019t seem such an exciting prospect without you tagging along,\u201d Clay admitted with a faint smile. \u201cSo I decided to head towards Canada and met up with an old friend from New Orleans who owned a chain of gaming saloons on the Michigan waterfront. He asked if I\u2019d be willing to manage his business while he took a trip to Europe and as I had nothing better to do I said yes.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSo how come you\u2019ve ended up here and not still living in Illinois?\u201d<\/p>\n

Clay remained silent so Hannah answered. \u201cClay\u2019s colleague eventually returned to take over the running of his business again. I just couldn\u2019t settle to living in Chicago anymore with memories of my father at every street corner. So I suggested we head west and make us a new life somewhere else. I\u2019d always wanted to travel and see more of the country and as there were no ties to keep us Clay agreed. I sold my father\u2019s house and we packed up a few things, bought ourselves a wagon and set off.\u201d<\/p>\n

There was a moment\u2019s pause as Hannah appraised her husband. Clay was sitting with his eyes closed, obviously taking in every word she\u2019d said. \u201cWhy don\u2019t you tell Joe what happened next,\u201d she tentatively asked.<\/p>\n

Opening his eyes Clay glanced at his wife and nodded.<\/p>\n

\u201cWe eventually arrived at a small town in the southeast of Iowa. It seemed a good place to rest up for a while but we\u2019d only been there a couple of days when I made up the numbers in a game of poker. One of the other players was a loud-mouthed, hot-headed kid who took me for some green-horn novice at cards. He was barely out of his teens, but someone who obviously had plenty of funds at his disposal and plenty of time on his hands. He won the first few games then my luck changed and within a short while I had a stack of money \u2013 around $500 \u2013 in front of me.<\/p>\n

I decided to quit while I was ahead, especially as the kid had been getting more irritable and irate at every losing hand. It was pretty obvious he was used to being the top-dog at poker, and no one had dared to win against him for a very long time.<\/p>\n

He grew angry and I could see from his expression he was about to explode any moment. So I picked up my winnings and left. It was only as I was walking across the street I heard him shout my name. I turned to look at him and he started yelling and cursing, accusing me of cheating and challenged me to a shoot out.<\/p>\n

I was thinking of talking my way out of trouble when without warning he went for his gun. Somehow l managed to get off one shot of my own – instinct I guess. And as I felt his bullet crease the skin of my arm he jerked back onto the sidewalk and slid to the ground dead.\u201d<\/p>\n

Unconsciously Clay stroked at his right forearm as if reliving the pain of the event. He took a long swallow and continued.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt was obvious to anyone who\u2019d watched what had happened. It was self defence. The kid had drawn first and would have killed me if I hadn\u2019t shot back. But soon a large crowd gathered around, baying for blood\u2026my blood. A couple of men took hold of me and started yelling for someone to bring them a rope and it became clear I\u2019d be lying in a grave with burns around my neck pretty soon.<\/p>\n

Fortunately a marshal from Missouri who was just passing through witnessed everything. He quickly pulled me to safety, showing everyone his badge and telling the crowd to leave me alone or he\u2019d have the lot of them on trial for murder. Realising he meant it, the crowd quickly disappeared. But the lawman admitted because he wasn\u2019t from the area he was way outside his jurisdiction and advised me to leave town as he couldn\u2019t guarantee my safety for too long, especially because of the kid I\u2019d shot.<\/p>\n

He explained he recognised him to be Tom Brennan, the only son of a local man well known throughout the State to have bullied, pressured, blackmailed and even murdered his way to owning not only most of the land around but just about all the town\u2019s inhabitants and the Sheriff\u2019s office. But Ralph Brennan was also a clever man and there\u2019d never been any proof of his crimes, only heavy suspicion. And as the law can only act on facts he\u2019d somehow managed to evade prosecution over the years, much to the marshal\u2019s disgust.<\/p>\n

Taking his advice I collected Hannah from the hotel and we headed out of town within the hour. Luckily we weren\u2019t followed and I thought all our troubles were behind us. Then purely by coincidence some while later we met up with the same lawman again. He told us he\u2019d heard rumours the deranged Brennan had offered a large sum of money to anyone who could tell him of my whereabouts. Seems he\u2019d vowed he\u2019d never rest until I was shot to death in front of his eyes as an act of retribution for what I\u2019d done to his son.<\/p>\n

We kept on going, finally arriving in Bear River a couple of months ago. I was really beginning to think we\u2019d escaped Brennan\u2019s clutches and safe at last so decided to stay here for the winter and let Hannah rest until the baby was born.<\/p>\n

I rented this place, mainly because it was cheap and out of sight of prying eyes. Then one day I spotted one of Brennan\u2019s henchmen who\u2019d been eager to string me up in Iowa coming out of the saloon in town. I couldn\u2019t fail to recognise him as he had a deep scar down one cheek and half an ear missing. I wasn\u2019t sure if he\u2019d seen me but he must have and sent a wire, \u2018cause a couple of days later a note was tied around a rock and thrown through the window, telling me Ralph Brennan was on his way with several hired gunmen.\u201d<\/p>\n

Reeling from the shock of Clay\u2019s revelation Joe\u2019s face hardened incredulously as he sat forward in his seat. \u201cSo why didn\u2019t you just pack up and get away while you had the chance instead of hanging around waiting?\u201d<\/p>\n

Hannah nodded her head emphatically. \u201cI told Clay we should do that exact thing Joe. He won\u2019t stand a chance on his own but for some reason he\u2019s been so stubborn and refused to leave. That\u2019s why I wrote to you, hoping as his brother you\u2019d get him to see sense and persuade him to move on before it was too late.\u201d<\/p>\n

Clay pushed himself up, his temper rising yet again as he paced around the cabin. He stared back at his wife. \u201cHannah I\u2019ve told you enough times why I\u2019m staying put. I\u2019m sick to my stomach of continually running away like some yellow-livered coward and I refuse to look over my shoulder for the rest of my life wondering if there\u2019s a bullet aimed at my back. Brennan\u2019s the kind of man who won\u2019t quit until I\u2019m dead so regardless of how many men he brings with him I\u2019m going to make a stand here. It\u2019s as good a place as any to die.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s a hell of a place to die for no good reason,\u201d Joe observed and narrowed his eyes, frowning thoughtfully. Something didn\u2019t quite sit right. Clay had been a gambler for most of his life and knew not to continue in any game when the odds were not set in his favour. So why stay? Joe couldn\u2019t believe it was just Louisiana pride.<\/p>\n

Leaning back again, his chair creaking under his weight Joe eyed his brother intuitively. \u201cThe way I figure it that isn\u2019t the complete truth you\u2019ve just spouted out Clay. I don\u2019t know why you\u2019re in such a hurry to meet your maker but I reckon there\u2019s something you haven\u2019t told us.\u201d<\/p>\n

Clay stared opened his mouth as if to deny the charge then closed it hastily. He walked towards a small window in the kitchen, staring blindly out, his face drawn. Hannah stared suspiciously after him. \u201cClay? Is there something you\u2019ve kept from me?\u201d<\/p>\n

Clay didn\u2019t answer for several seconds then he looked over at his wife and heaved a heavy sigh. \u201cI couldn\u2019t bring myself to tell you, but there was more in that note Brennan sent than I let on.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIs that why you threw it in the fire before I could read it?\u201d<\/p>\n

Clay nodded and moved closer, kneeling by Hannah\u2019s side and taking her hands in his own. \u201cBrennan made it clear if I stayed around you wouldn\u2019t be harmed in any way. But he also said if I tried to run he\u2019d have me followed and no matter how long it took, he\u2019d eventually hunt me down. Only once he found me not only would I be shot to death but he\u2019d make sure my wife suffered the same fate regardless of her condition, though only after he and his men had finished with her.\u201d<\/p>\n

Hannah gave out a little cry as Joe\u2019s face paled with disgust; the inference of what would happen to her sending a wave of revulsion flooding through his body. He couldn\u2019t believe how anyone could descend to such depravity.<\/p>\n

Clay turned his head towards his brother. \u201cHe wasn\u2019t bluffing Joe, Brennan\u2019s threat was real. He hasn\u2019t an ounce of honour or respect in his body. Now do you understand why I can\u2019t leave? Why I have to face Brennan on his own terms? I tried to persuade Hannah to leave, take the stage to safety but\u2026.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBut I refused to go alone,\u201d Hannah cut in apologetically, tears in her eyes. \u201cI was so sure I could get Joe to change your mind as I thought it was just your male ego making you stay. Yet all the time it\u2019s because of me.\u201d<\/p>\n

Clenching his fists in an effort to control his anger, Joe stared over, his eyes cold. \u201cBut I\u2019m here now. We could make a stand together against Brennan and his men, just like we did in Virginia City that time?\u201d<\/p>\n

Clay shook his head. \u201cThat was two against several miners wielding pieces of wood, not two against trained fast draw killers. Those odds don\u2019t give me much optimism about the outcome.\u201d<\/p>\n

Joe jumped up from his seat. \u201cBut it\u2019ll be nothing short of murder!\u201d<\/p>\n

Clay looked up into hazel eyes filled with anger. \u201cI know. But with the nearest law over thirty miles away I expect Brennan will make sure no one testifies to that fact. He\u2019s had enough practice over the years.\u201d<\/p>\n

Making no effort to conceal his contempt, Joe\u2019s mouth twisted with bitterness. \u201cBrennan can\u2019t be allowed to get away with this. Someone has to put a bullet in his head now. Put him out of his misery like the mad piece of scum he is,\u201d he spat venomously.<\/p>\n

\u201cBut not you Joe,\u201d Clay said with a knowing sigh. \u201cYou\u2019re no killer. One day Brennan will deal his own losing hand. His time will come.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBut it\u2019ll be too late for you then! Surely there must be something I can do?\u201d<\/p>\n

Clay nodded resignedly. \u201cNow that you\u2019re here, yes there is Joe. Take Hannah with you when you go back to the Ponderosa. By my calculations Brennan could well be arriving here within the week and I can\u2019t risk him not keeping his word about leaving Hannah alone once I\u2019m dead.\u201d<\/p>\n

Hannah shook her head and looked over in horror at his suggestion. \u201cI\u2019m not leaving without you Clay!\u201d she cried. \u201cI won\u2019t go!\u201d<\/p>\n

Clay leaned forwards. \u201cHannah please think with your head and not with your heart for once,\u201d he implored, taking hold of her hand and tightening his grip. \u201cLeaving with Joe makes perfect sense so just do as I ask and at least when Brennan gets here I\u2019ll can face him knowing you and our child will be safe.\u201d<\/p>\n

Hannah blinked hard, her strained face pale. \u201cThis is madness, there\u2019s got to be another way,\u201d she murmured.<\/p>\n

\u201cI think we both know there isn\u2019t,\u201d Clay whispered back. \u201cPlease say you\u2019ll do as I ask.\u201d<\/p>\n

Unable to speak Hannah stared over mutely for a few moments then her resolve crumpled and she buried her face in her hands. Clay moved forwards and cradled her in his arms, feeling the convulsive sobs as they shook her body.<\/p>\n

Joe sat down and stared at the floor. Never had he felt so impotent or useless.<\/p>\n

Eventually Hannah quietened in her husband\u2019s embrace, her eyes red and face flushed as she blinked hard to keep the tears at bay. \u201cI\u2019d better get a few things together,\u201d she said and moved towards the bedroom.<\/p>\n

Clay watched her for a few moments, a bleak sad smile playing on his face. He turned his gaze back to his brother. \u201cI\u2019ll stable your horse in the barn Joe,\u201d he said as he stood up and moved towards him. \u201cThen I reckon we should get some shut eye. You\u2019ve both got an early start in the morning.\u201d<\/p>\n

Not waiting for a response Clay unbolted the door and disappeared into the darkness leaving Joe staring broodingly after him.<\/p>\n

\u201cCould you help me move this please?\u201d Hannah asked, pointing under the bed and shaking Joe from his private reverie.<\/p>\n

Heaving out a large empty trunk Joe then watched as Hanna took a leather bag from the bottom drawer of a dresser. \u201cI must take this, it\u2019s the only thing I saved of my fathers,\u201d she admitted, tracing her fingers across the finely etched initials on the side before opening it. \u201cMy mother bought it for him the day he qualified as a doctor. Maybe if I have a boy, he\u2019ll want to follow in his grandfather\u2019s footsteps one day and make use of it.\u201d<\/p>\n

Joe kneeled down and glanced inside at a varied collection of strange looking surgical instruments and implements he\u2019d never seen before. However several small glass vials with cork caps were instantly recognisable; similar having been used to measure out medicine in the correct dosage for the youngest Cartwright over the years.<\/p>\n

Hannah snapped the bag closed and placed it in the trunk just as Clay returned; his own eyes glazed and unusually moist.<\/p>\n

\u201cAs you can see Joe we\u2019re a bit tight on space in here but there\u2019s plenty of fresh straw in the barn to make a mattress. I\u2019ve left a lamp on and a couple of blankets out so you should be warm enough to have a good night\u2019s rest.\u201d<\/p>\n

Joe heaved a vast audible sigh. \u201cThanks, but I don\u2019t think I\u2019ll be doing much sleeping,\u201d he answered and with sudden boyishness impulsively leaned forward and kissed Hannah\u2019s cheek. \u201cI\u2019m sorry I haven\u2019t been much use.\u201d<\/p>\n

Hannah smiled in spite of her fears and misery. \u201cBut you came, that\u2019s the most important thing to me.\u201d<\/p>\n

Joe turned to face his brother. \u201cI\u2019ll take good care of them both. I promise you that.\u201d<\/p>\n

Staring thoughtfully at him Clay didn\u2019t answer straightaway. Then he laid a hand on his shoulder and nodded. \u201cI know you will. I wouldn\u2019t trust them with anyone else.\u201d<\/p>\n

Pursing his lips tight and giving them both a final glassy eyed stare Joe picked up his jacket and hat and made his way outside. He heard the bolt go across the door and as he walked towards the barn the faint sound of Hannah crying again wafted out into the dark night.<\/p>\n

Joe lay down on the straw bed feeling sick to his stomach as an image flashed over and over in his mind. His brother lying dead on the ground, his body riddled with lead. He shut his eyes tight as if trying to make the image go away. But it didn\u2019t. Brennan would never rest until Clay was dead and there was nothing he could do to stop it happening.<\/p>\n

Or was there?<\/p>\n

Suddenly Joe sat up. He swallowed hard then smiled, but there was no humour in his curled up lip as the faintest glimmer of an idea stirred within him. The sort of laughable, foolish, absurd scheme the youngest Cartwright was well known for usually involving Hoss in back home. It was risky, a long shot, a crazy plan, just as they always were. But it was all he had and worth a try.<\/p>\n

Rushing back to the cabin Joe banged hard on the door and moments later Clay unbolted it and he flew inside. \u201cI\u2019ve just thought of a way to save your sorry butt brother!\u201d<\/p>\n

Shaking his head sombrely Clay heaved a heavy sigh and raised a sceptical eyebrow. \u201cWe both know there isn\u2019t so stop tormenting yourself Joe.\u201d<\/p>\n

Joe beamed a smile. \u201cBut there is! I have a plan\u2026.\u201d<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

It was around noon the next day when an unshaven young man wearing a green jacket pushed open the bat-wing doors of the Bear River saloon and entered. Even at that time of day the air was thick with the smell of tobacco smoke as it drifted high in the air and a mix of customers stood around drinking while others were seated at tables, playing cards.<\/p>\n

Joe walked over towards the bar where a short man with grey hair and an unruly growth of beard of the same colour eyed the newcomer with a gappy smile. \u201cWelcome to Drake\u2019s Place mister. What can I get you?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBeer,\u201d Joe answered as he cast an eye over the drab interior. A glass was slid along towards him and pulling out a coin Joe flicked it over to an awaiting grimy hand.<\/p>\n

\u201cAin\u2019t seen you around before. You from these parts?\u201d the bartender asked as he wiped a dirty cloth over splashes of spilt liquid on the bar top.<\/p>\n

Joe shook his head as he took a sip of his drink. \u201cNope.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou stayin\u2019 long in town?\u201d<\/p>\n

Taking a second longer swallow of his beer Joe looked into his glass for a few moments before answering. \u201cNope.\u201d<\/p>\n

The bartender persevered doggedly with his friendly questioning. \u201cGot business in the area?\u201d<\/p>\n

Joe heaved an irritable sigh and narrowed his eyes coldly. \u201cNope,\u201d he said then suddenly pulled his gun from its holster and with his thumb hooked over the hammer pressed the end of the barrel hard into the bartender\u2019s neck.<\/p>\n

A sudden hush settled over the place as all eyes focused on the two men at the bar.<\/p>\n

\u201cAre you the Drake of Drake\u2019s Place?\u201d Joe asked in a clear and intimidating tone, his voice carrying to all in the silence.<\/p>\n

The older man bobbed his head up and down, his eyes bulging with fear as he heard a distinctive click from the cylinder. \u201cWell Mr Drake, one thing I can\u2019t abide is being given the third degree, especially when I\u2019m drinking my beer. I\u2019ve shot men for less. Do I make myself clear?\u201d<\/p>\n

Taking a deep gulp of air the bartender nodded nervously.<\/p>\n

\u201cGood. Now why don\u2019t you get on with your work and leave me be.\u201d<\/p>\n

Obediently Drake skulked to the end of the bar; rubbing the muzzle\u2019s indentation on his throat as Joe swept the rest of the occupants of the saloon with a glance of cold menace before returning his gun to its holster.<\/p>\n

Conversation slowly started up again and Joe leaned on the bar nursing his beer as he watched a table where a number of middle aged men were playing poker and exchanging friendly banter.<\/p>\n

After a short while one of them threw his cards down in disgust, cursing he had a lousy hand again as he pushed back his chair and stormed out into the street without a backward glance.<\/p>\n

The remaining players laughed, subsequent comments indicating they were known to each other and had no sympathy for their unlucky companion. Joe emptied his glass in one long swallow and banged it hard down onto the bar before casually walking over to the vacant chair. \u201cMind if I join you for a while?\u201d<\/p>\n

The men glanced anxiously at each other. After what had happened at the bar they knew this was not a young man to be crossed or antagonised unnecessarily. \u201cWe ain\u2019t playing for high stakes mister. Just passing the time away and having a bit of fun,\u201d a gaunt faced individual to Joe\u2019s left confirmed.<\/p>\n

\u201cFine by me,\u201d Joe replied and sat himself down, eyeing each of them in turn with a steely glare as the man to his right shuffled the pack for several seconds then dealt out the cards.<\/p>\n

An hour went by then the batwing door creaked and Clay entered the saloon, fingering his thin, carefully-trimmed moustache for a few moments and his arrival passing mostly unnoticed and provoking little curiosity from those within.<\/p>\n

He walked towards the bar and Drake gave him a nod of recognition. He knew his customer well since renting out his old cabin to him and his wife when they\u2019d first arrived in town. \u201cWhat\u2019ll it be Mister Stafford?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhiskey. A large one.\u201d<\/p>\n

Quickly taking hold of a bottle from a shelf and pouring out a double measure the bartender handed over the ordered drink.<\/p>\n

At that moment there was a whoop of triumph as Joe produced another winning hand, raking in a few notes and coins and adding them to a small stack of monies in front of him. A second player pulled a timepiece from his pocket and deciding he was running late pushed up from his chair.<\/p>\n

Clay\u2019s eyes focused intently on the poker table and Drake followed his fixed gaze. \u201cYou thinkin\u2019 of trying to ruin that young fella\u2019s winning streak?\u201d<\/p>\n

There was a reflective silence for a few moments. \u201cCould be Mr Drake. My wife is ordering stores from the Mercantile and won\u2019t be hurried so I\u2019ve got time to spare.\u201d<\/p>\n

The bartender markedly rubbed a hand across his bruised throat. \u201cWell just be careful. He\u2019s trouble of the gun fighting kind. I can sense it.\u201d<\/p>\n

Clay gave a short nod of thanks for the warning and carrying his drink approached the table.<\/p>\n

\u201cGentlemen, you seem a player short. May I?\u201d<\/p>\n

Without looking up Joe nodded. \u201cSure mister,\u201d he drawled on behalf of the table\u2019s occupants. \u201cPull up a chair.\u201d<\/p>\n

Joe began to deal a fresh hand and Clay took the seat opposite then stared directly at him over the rim of his glass. \u201cLooks like you\u2019ve had lady luck on your side today. Longer than most would deem healthy.\u201d<\/p>\n

There was a sudden surge of uneasiness around the table. The inference of some sort of dishonest play was clear to all and as Joe stilled, the murderous look on his face was enough to send a chill up the spine of anyone watching. \u201cWhat do you mean by that?\u201d he asked tersely.<\/p>\n

With his face impassive Clay shrugged. \u201cNothing,\u201d he said softly with a wry smile. \u201cJust making an observation.\u201d<\/p>\n

Pursing his lips tight Joe stared over coldly without further comment then continued to deal as a murmur ran through the crowd that had quickly gathered around; all sensing a dangerous tension developing between the two.<\/p>\n

Within a short while it soon became clear Joe\u2019s luck had run out and he\u2019d met his match as Clay played a winning hand over and over again; each win provoking a darkened scowl to crease Joe\u2019s face as his opponent scooped up his spoils.<\/p>\n

It was now Clay\u2019s turn to deal the cards and as three of the players folded one after the other Joe upped his final bid and for the first time in a while couldn\u2019t help but smile with triumph. However within moments his hopes were dashed when after placing his full house down for all to see, the dealer laid out four jacks and a nine in front of him.<\/p>\n

Seemingly incensed to have lost yet again Joe stared at the cards incredulously with angry eyes. \u201cThat ain\u2019t possible. There\u2019s no way you could have that deck unless\u2026.\u201d<\/p>\n

With a smirk of arrogance on his lips Clay asked the question. \u201cUnless what?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cUnless you cheated,\u201d Joe spat heatedly.<\/p>\n

Clay eyed him defiantly with a wide eyed innocent gaze. \u201cYou think I\u2019ve cheated? That\u2019s some claim coming from someone whose been doing it for the past couple of hours.\u201d<\/p>\n

The atmosphere in the room was suddenly electric as Joe jumped up from his chair with such force it flew across the floor with a loud clatter. His left hand hovered about his pearly handled Colt and he stepped back a few paces until he almost touched the wall behind him, his eyes blazing furiously. \u201cYou better hope you\u2019re as good with a gun as you are at cards \u2018cause I aim to make you pay for saying that!\u201d<\/p>\n

Clearly unaffected or troubled by the threat Clay coolly rose from his seat and oozing with confidence of someone who\u2019d been in the same situation before. He pushed back his coat to reveal his own sidearm as he moved to stand in front of the batwing doors.<\/p>\n

Well used to such confrontations between card-sharps and gunslingers there was a flurry of activity as men jostled to safety, making sure they were out of the line of fire but unable to resist watching the showdown.<\/p>\n

There wasn\u2019t a sound or movement for several seconds until to those watching it seemed the two men drew their guns almost simultaneously, but not quite. For though their shots blended into one it was still apparent the man by the door had drawn first as a lamp hanging inches above Joe\u2019s head splintered into a myriad pieces. However the second shot a millisecond later was more deadly, aimed truer, the impact sending Clay lurching sideways to slam hard into the side of the door frame like a staggering drunk.<\/p>\n

His gun fell from his grasp and Clay fleetingly stared down with a look of confused bewilderment as a deep crimson stain appeared on the front of his shirt. It quickly grew wider and with a groan he crashed through the swinging doors, fell against a couple of standing horses then rebounded to land motionless; blood soaking hungrily onto the hard dirt ground.<\/p>\n

As the echo of gunshot faded away a woman began screaming, yelling out her husbands\u2019 name as she raced across the street from the direction of the Mercantile. With her blonde hair loosened in flight Hannah flung herself onto the prostrate body with a cry of anguish.<\/p>\n

Several men rushed out from the saloon and stared down, shaking their heads at the heartbreaking scene and the suddenness of death still managing to shock them into silence.<\/p>\n

Then someone yelled out to send for the doctor but bushing tears from her stinging eyes Hannah looked up and shook her head. \u201cIt\u2019s too late,\u201d she hissed, staring questioningly at all those gathered around and looking wildly at each of them in turn. \u201cWho was it? Which one of you murdered my husband?\u201d<\/p>\n

There was a sudden movement as Joe pushed his way through the throng. He was holding Clay\u2019s discarded gun and with no sign of apology on his face gave a scornful laugh. \u201cGuess that\u2019d be me ma\u2019am. But it weren\u2019t murder. It was self-defence pure and simple. Your man drew first.\u201d<\/p>\n

Joe looked around the crowd as if for confirmation. There was no dissent.<\/p>\n

\u201cBut why?\u201d Hannah almost pleaded.<\/p>\n

\u201cDon\u2019t take kindly to being labelled a cheat, especially when the fella doing the accusing is one himself,\u201d Joe sneered.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou mean you killed him because of some stupid name calling?\u201d<\/p>\n

Joe gave his most disarming smile. \u201cAround here that\u2019s good enough reason for most folks.\u201d<\/p>\n

There was a sharp intake of female breath then with a shriek of fury Hannah pushed herself up and lurched forward like a woman possessed, her eyes blazing fiercely. Joe suddenly felt the sharp hard slap of a hand on his face and as he grabbed her arm his mouth twisted into an unamused smile. \u201cLucky for you I\u2019m in a good mood ma\u2019am otherwise I might have forgotten you were a lady.\u201d<\/p>\n

Pushing her away Joe threw the gun to the floor and gave Hannah a final contemptuous glance then turned heel, disappearing into the saloon along with most of the crowd; the shoot out and its outcome providing instant conversation once they\u2019d made their way back inside.<\/p>\n

Dipping his head in resignation at what had happened Drake appeared with a moth-eaten blanket and threw it over the body as Hannah dropped onto her knees as if in silent prayer and tears once again trickled over her cheeks.<\/p>\n

The bartender scratched his bearded chin as he looked down at the pitiful sight. And though well used to witnessing such senseless killings over the years his gaze grew increasingly sympathetic as he saw a shudder pass down the woman\u2019s frame. \u201cI\u2019m real sorry for your loss ma\u2019am. I could sense that young fella was a natural-born killer and nothing but trouble,\u201d he admitted in an apologetic tone as he laid a reassuring hand on her shoulder.<\/p>\n

Hannah looked up. \u201cI\u2026.I\u2026.\u201d She could find no words but Drake exchanged an understanding gaze.<\/p>\n

\u201cDon\u2019t you worry Mrs Stafford. I\u2019ll make all the arrangements for the burial. Bear River doesn\u2019t have a reverend but I organise most of the undertaking when needed and can have you a grave dug ready for first thing in the morning. I\u2019ve got a box your husband can be laid out in as well and you can even leave him in a room at the back of the doc\u2019s office till the time comes to bury him if you like.\u201d<\/p>\n

Hannah swallowed back a sob. \u201cThank you Mr Drake but I\u2019d rather take Clay back to the cabin till tomorrow,\u201d she replied through her grief. \u201cI don\u2019t like the thought of leaving him alone in a strange place tonight.\u201d<\/p>\n

With a kindly nod the bartender disappeared down a passageway at the side of the saloon for a couple of minutes then returned with another man, a crudely made pine box carried between them. Being as respectful as they could they picked up the blanket covered body and laid it gently down inside.<\/p>\n

Drake bent down and took hold of Clay\u2019s gun. \u201cA man\u2019s firearm belongs with him, even at a time like this,\u201d he said, handing it over to the visibly distressed widow. Hannah said nothing, just staring at it for a few moments before placing the Colt by the side of her husband. Numbed and clearly in shock she then watched as Drake screwed the lid down and with three others aiding him loaded the coffin into the back of her waiting wagon alongside various assortments of much needed supplies.<\/p>\n

Assisted onto the driving seat Hannah took hold of the reins, and giving a tearful nod of thanks urged the two horses forward. She walked them slowly towards the end of town, leaving the bartender watching her with concern and compassion until she turned a corner and disappeared from view.<\/p>\n

When Drake re-entered the saloon he couldn\u2019t help but notice Joe was sat back at the poker table with the same men as before, counting out the monies Clay had accumulated and dividing it out between them all. Stuffing his share into his jacket pocket Joe looked up towards him, clearly unabashed at what he\u2019d just done. \u201cDid I hear right? You do the burying around here?\u201d<\/p>\n

Drake nodded and made his way back to the bar just as the doors swung open and a man carrying more pounds around his belly than most rushed in. Sweating profusely as though he\u2019d run for some distance he looked around those in the saloon as if trying to locate someone. Soon his eyes focused on the bartender.<\/p>\n

\u201cHere tell a man by the name of Clay Stafford has just been shot dead.\u201d<\/p>\n

Drake indicated towards Joe. \u201cIt was self defence but that young fella did the killing. Fancy shooting as well. Single shot to the heart by looks of it.\u201d<\/p>\n

A weasel-like face made ugly by a long scar from eye to mouth and disfigured ear jerked around to stare over at the card table. Although they\u2019d never met Joe recognised him immediately. It was Brennan\u2019s man.<\/p>\n

Joe pushed back his chair and narrowed his eyes unflinchingly, giving away no sign of recognition as his left hand dropped down inches away from his sidearm. \u201cNews certainly travels fast around here. Who are you? A friend of Stafford?\u201d<\/p>\n

Although he noticed Joe\u2019s movement the man smirked, showing broken and yellowing teeth and gave an evil chuckle as he wiped his face dry with a dirty kerchief. \u201cThe names Hammond and no, he weren\u2019t no friend of mine. But a man by the name of Brennan is on his way from Iowa to finish off some long overdue business with him.\u201d<\/p>\n

Relaxing his stance Joe gave a wry smile. \u201cWell Mr Stafford will be six foot under in the morning and won\u2019t be in a position to do business with anyone anymore. So it looks like your Mr Brennan is going to be travelling a long way for nothing.\u201d<\/p>\n

Hammond pursed his lips and frowned as the implications hit him. \u201cReckon you\u2019re right there mister and Brennan sure is gonna be as mad as hell if he gets here and finds out he\u2019s had a wasted journey.\u201d<\/p>\n

Joe shrugged nonchalantly. \u201cCan\u2019t you get in touch with him and tell him not to bother?\u201d he suggested.<\/p>\n

Removing his hat Hammond scratched a balding head then suddenly cruel eyes lit up. \u201cOf course! I can send a wire to Fort Laramie. He weren\u2019t aiming to leave until tomorrow at the earliest!\u201d<\/p>\n

Deciding not to waste another minute he gave Joe a quick nod of thanks and hurriedly left the saloon, the batwing doors swinging wildly behind him. Joe\u2019s gaze followed his departing back and with his mouth twitching in a half smile he watched Hammond quickly cross over the street and enter the telegraph office.<\/p>\n

At that moment two elderly retired miners appeared from the sidewalk and pushed passed Joe as they entered the saloon. Straightaway Drake noticed them and pulled out a couple of spades secured behind the bar. \u201cI\u2019ve got a quick job for you boys,\u201d he instructed towards the aged duo as they came closer and he handed the implements over. \u201cGo get me a hole dug in the cemetery ready for tomorrow and you\u2019ll have yourselves free drinks for the next week.\u201d<\/p>\n

Obviously well used to the arrangement the men nodded without complaint and began to shuffle back outside. But as they went by him Joe dug into his pocket and pulled out a couple of silver dollar coins and placed one in each of their hands. \u201cMake sure you dig that grave deep and proper. The deceased deserves a decent burial and I don\u2019t want to risk no half starved dog digging up the body one day.\u201d<\/p>\n

With their eyes popping in surprise and delight the old men thrust their unexpected windfall deep inside their pants. \u201cSure will mister,\u201d one of them answered, his head nodding excitedly. \u201cWe\u2019ll have that coffin so deep it\u2019ll be half way to China. I promise you that!\u201d<\/p>\n

Joe chuckled after the men then suddenly sensed he was being watched. He turned to see Drake looking at him curiously. \u201cNot often a man has his grave dug and paid for by the fella what killed him.\u201d<\/p>\n

Joe shrugged as he ran a hand across his cheek. \u201cReckon not, but every man, even a card cheat, deserves a decent burial. Besides that widow woman sure is a fine spirited female and I\u2019ve always been a sucker for a pretty face,\u201d he admitted with a wink as he pushed through the swinging doors and disappeared from sight into the early shadows of dusk.<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

Joe spent that night in a rented room, neither caring nor bothering to complain about the flea ridden mattress or smell of damp. The last twenty four hours of nervous tension had left him too weary to even think about his surroundings and he\u2019d just lain down and closed his eyes then dozed fitfully until morning.<\/p>\n

After he\u2019d surfaced Joe made his way to a small but half decent eatery located near the edge of town. He still felt exhausted but this didn\u2019t stop his stomach from grumbled loudly for sustenance so he placed an order for ham and eggs with a stout woman at the front counter. It was then he noticed a recognisable figure, drinking coffee at a table by the window and with his saddle bags slung over a chair.<\/p>\n

Apprehension churning at his insides Joe wandered over. \u201cLeaving?\u201d he asked as he pulled out a seat opposite.<\/p>\n

Hammond\u2019s scarred face split into a grin as he recognised the newcomer and his head nodded. \u201cBrennan sent word he ain\u2019t coming here now Stafford\u2019s dead so there\u2019s no point me hanging around.\u201d<\/p>\n

He then dug out a folded news paper from his inside coat pocket and pointed to the bottom of the back page. \u201cTake a look at this.\u201d<\/p>\n

Joe took hold and read the article, his outward expression remaining impassive<\/p>\n

Hot off the press and the ink barely dry, a short column in the town\u2019s weekly broadsheet recorded the death of Mr Clay Stafford by the hand of an unidentified gunslinger in Drakes Place. It went on to say how Mr Stafford had arrived in the area a few weeks before with his wife and though killed in a saloon shoot out, witness\u2019 had agreed he\u2019d drawn first so no further action would be taken about the matter. A final note confirmed his burial was taking place that morning under the direction of the local undertaker, Mr R. Drake.<\/p>\n

\u201cIf I\u2019d know killing him would only make the back page I wouldn\u2019t have bothered,\u201d Joe remarked sarcastically as he handed the paper back.<\/p>\n

Hammond chortled as he returned it to his pocket. \u201cWell I\u2019m obliged to you mister \u2018cause this little piece of writing is exactly what I need to earn me a hefty reward when I get back to Iowa. And it means I can leave this godforsaken town earlier than I was expecting as well.\u201d<\/p>\n

Slurping up the last dregs of his drink a contemptuous look then appeared on Hammond\u2019s face as he noticed Hannah driving slowly past; a black laced veil over her face and a long wooden box carried in the back of the wagon. He kept his eyes fixed on her until several seconds later she pulled to a standstill outside the cemetery gates and waiting hands lifted the coffin down.<\/p>\n

Continuing to stare cruelly at the sight with no sign of sympathy in his expression Hammond gave Joe a quick nod of farewell then picked up his belongings and went outside. Taking another lingering look towards the hastily arranged funeral and apparently satisfied at what he saw he untied his horse and climbed in the saddle, then kicking his heels into his mount\u2019s side soon disappeared from view as he headed due east without looking back.<\/p>\n

Joe drew in a deep breath of relief as he watched him go. But still on edge he could only pick at his breakfast after it was placed in front of him, mainly playing with his food as he kept glancing anxiously down the street.<\/p>\n

At long last a wagon came into view again but this time it was empty, the grieving widow\u2019s face still hidden under the veil as she drove through town. Several minutes later Drake and his two gravediggers walked past on foot from the same direction and as they came to the saloon, pushed their way back through the batwing doors.<\/p>\n

Paying for his half eaten meal Joe left the relative warmth of the caf\u00e9 and made his way towards the Bear River graveyard.<\/p>\n

Standing alone he looked down and read the words painted out on a plain wooden cross which served as a marker for a freshly filled in grave. In time the letters of the simple inscription would fade away but they were a good enough indication who\u2019d been laid to rest for now.<\/p>\n

Clay Stafford
\nDied November 1865<\/p>\n

Suppressing a shiver Joe pulled his jacket tight about him. He could hardly believe the nightmare was nearly over but before he could relax completely there was something he still needed to do.<\/p>\n

Joe collected his horse from the livery and walked the chestnut slowly down the street until he came to a stop outside Drake\u2019s Saloon. The owner was standing by the door smoking a clay pipe and as he noticed Joe he squinted warily at him as though expecting more trouble.<\/p>\n

Joe could sense his unease as he dismounted. \u201cDon\u2019t worry Mr Drake. I\u2019m not stopping long,\u201d he said with a wry smile. \u201cI just wanted to say sorry for roughing you up yesterday. Don\u2019t make a habit of threatening innocent folk or shooting up saloons.\u201d<\/p>\n

The genuine regret in his voice was impossible to miss and Drake frowned in confusion as he removed the pipe\u2019s stem from between the gap in his teeth. He could hardly believe this was the same cold eyed killer of the day before. He gulped. \u201cSure\u2026sure mister. I take it you\u2019re leaving town?\u201d<\/p>\n

Joe nodded, weariness clearly showing on his face. \u201cTime I headed back home. I\u2019ve been gone long enough.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHome you say? Hey, you never did let on where you came from or mention your name for that matter.\u201d<\/p>\n

Joe shook his head. \u201cNo, guess I never did,\u201d he smiled as he remounted, pulling his Stetson low on his head and turning up his collar against the chilling wind.<\/p>\n

He looked around him for a final time; Joe\u2019s expression was one of a man whose intention was never to set eyes on the place again. Then without another word he touched the brim of his hat in farewell and with the open mouthed bartender staring after him, kneed his horse to a gentle canter and rode away.<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

As storm clouds threatened in the far distance Joe made his way back to the isolated cabin he\u2019d only left the day before though it felt more like a year. As he pulled his horse to a halt he swung down stiffly from the saddle just as Hannah appeared in the door way. No longer wearing the black veil her blonde hair fell loose across her shoulders as her blue eyes narrowed nervously towards him.<\/p>\n

\u201cJoe, is everything all right? Did your plan work?\u201d she asked tentatively.<\/p>\n

In that instant Joe could see the fear, the strain, the uncertainty of the past weeks etched on every inch of her face. He heaved a hefty sigh as if bringing bad news then with a mischievous grin nodded his head. \u201cYep, it worked. Brennan isn\u2019t coming after Clay and his man has left town and won\u2019t be coming back. It\u2019s over.\u201d<\/p>\n

Hannah froze and stared at him for several long seconds then with a loud cry rushed forwards, flinging herself into Joe\u2019s waiting arms and burying her head in his chest. Tears of joy soaked into his jacket as Joe comforted and reassured until she pulled away from his grasp, her eyes sparkling tenderly towards him.<\/p>\n

\u201cI can\u2019t thank you enough for what you\u2019ve done Joe,\u201d she smiled and raising her hand gently stroked his bristly cheek. \u201cI must have really hurt you when I slapped your face. Sorry. I guess I got carried away with the moment.\u201d<\/p>\n

Joe chuckled as he recollected the stinging sensation on his cheek. \u201cYou certainly left a mark but I\u2019ve felt worse over the years,\u201d he confessed with a laugh as he took hold of her hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. \u201cThough I\u2019ve got to admit you acted the part of the grieving widow to perfection. You should be on the stage!\u201d<\/p>\n

A man emerged from the barn carrying bags of potatoes and corn meal and for a moment stood still, just watching the pair. \u201cI take it from your happy faces I\u2019m officially dead?\u201d<\/p>\n

Joe jerked his head and beamed over at his brother. \u201cDead, buried and your demise even reported in the local paper. Though it only managed the back page,\u201d he added with a laugh. \u201cIf only Brennan\u2019s man had known that coffin was weighted down with rocks and not you he wouldn\u2019t have left town in such a hurry to get his reward!\u201d<\/p>\n

Clay placed the last supplies in the back of the wagon alongside the rest of their belongings then shook his head incredulously at the news. \u201cI just can\u2019t believe we pulled it off Joe. Are you sure no one suspected anything, not even our fake shoot-out?\u201d<\/p>\n

Hannah slid her hand though her husband\u2019s arm and leaned into his embrace as Joe shook his head reassuringly. \u201cWhy would they? You did such a convincing job of dying, when I saw all that blood on your shirt even I thought you might have been shot for real!\u201d he admitted with a grin. \u201cIt wasn\u2019t until it suddenly dawned on me I\u2019d only got blanks in my gun that I was able to breathe easy!\u201d<\/p>\n

Clay winced at the memory of the sticky liquid trickling across his chest. Not only did the rabbit\u2019s blood irritatingly tickle but it also reeked unpleasantly in the darkened confinement of the pine coffin. \u201cI never realised those glass vials could hold so much but at least they shattered real easy when I hit that wall!\u201d<\/p>\n

He then paused for a moment and eyed his brother sheepishly. \u201cI\u2019ll be honest with you Joe. It was such a crazy idea I never really thought it would work.\u201d<\/p>\n

Joe blew out his cheeks and shook his head. \u201cTo be honest with you I didn\u2019t either,\u201d he admitted, his earnest confession making Clay chuckle and then suddenly they all burst out laughing; something none of them could remember doing for a long while. The release of pent up nervous tension took several minutes to subside until with their ribs aching from the effort they eventually calmed.<\/p>\n

Clay took a deep breath. \u201cSo it\u2019s really all over. I now have a future.\u201d His voice was barely a whisper and for the first time Joe noticed how his hands were shaking but made no comment.<\/p>\n

Feeling the trembling Hannah tightened her grip on her husband in a comforting gesture. \u201cWe all have a future,\u201d she told him with a smile as she patted her stomach and looked up with her eyes moist.<\/p>\n

Then turning her head towards the cabin Hannah gave a sigh. \u201cWith us rushing to pack I\u2019d better check we haven\u2019t left anything behind.\u201d<\/p>\n

Clay nodded and with a healthy flush now showing on her cheeks Hannah let go of her husband\u2019s arm and walked away.<\/p>\n

\u201cShe\u2019s quite a woman,\u201d Joe admitted admiringly as Hannah disappeared inside. \u201cNot many could have pulled off what she did in town. She must really love you brother.\u201d<\/p>\n

Clay\u2019s eyes softened. \u201cYes, she does. But not as much as I love her.\u201d His voice trembled slightly and finding his eyes suddenly moisten made himself busy by inspecting the reattached canvas top on the prairie wagon to make sure it was securely fixed down.<\/p>\n

Joe leaned on the flanks of one of the horses as Clay checked each wheel and the brake shoe carefully.<\/p>\n

\u201cHow come you\u2019re leaving so quickly?\u201d<\/p>\n

Clay stopped what he was doing and glanced over. \u201cI don\u2019t want to risk anyone turning up to offer tea and sympathy to the new widow then find me here, just in case the news gets back to Brennan.\u201d<\/p>\n

Joe could see the sense of his decision. \u201cBut won\u2019t they wonder where Hannah\u2019s disappeared to?\u201d<\/p>\n

At this point Hannah pulled the cabin door shut, now wearing a bonnet and wrapping a woollen shawl tight around her shoulders. She made towards them. \u201cI\u2019ve left a note to say with my husband gone I intended to head back east to Chicago,\u201d she interrupted having heard their conversation. \u201cMr Drake and a few others in town knew that was where we came from so it shouldn\u2019t raise too much suspicion.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSo where are you heading? Still going west?\u201d Joe inquired.<\/p>\n

Clay shook his head. \u201cWhen I thought my days were numbered I told Hannah how much I regretted never having the chance to show her where I was brought up. So we decided last night if your plan was successful we\u2019d head to Louisiana and settle there. I\u2019ve still got friends in New Orleans and connections using my grandfather\u2019s name so should have no problem finding work.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNew Orleans. I\u2019ve always wanted to visit and see where our mother came from.\u201d<\/p>\n

Hearing his brother\u2019s wistful tone Clay nodded with understanding and a thought suddenly crossed his mind. \u201cWhy don\u2019t you travel down with us now Joe? Come to New Orleans and you may find you like the place enough to stay.\u201d<\/p>\n

Hannah nodded her head excitedly in silent agreement.<\/p>\n

Joe gawped at them both. Clay\u2019s suggestion was something that had never occurred to him and for a moment he was far too stunned to answer.<\/p>\n

Watching his brother\u2019s surprised reaction Clay was certain a spark of interest lit his eyes. He pressed on. \u201cI\u2019m sure the Ponderosa will continue to run successfully without you around Joe. After all you were once more than happy to make plans about going with me to Mexico, so what\u2019s so different now?\u201d<\/p>\n

Joe stared at him blankly. Clay was right. There\u2019d been a time when they\u2019d first met the idea of leaving the ranch and sharing untold adventures with his new found brother had consumed his every thought. And to his shame how his decision would have affected his father, Adam and Hoss had never crossed his mind.<\/p>\n

\u201cSo what do you say Joe?\u201d<\/p>\n

The question shook Joe out of his trance. He heaved a sigh of regret. \u201cI won\u2019t deny a few years ago I\u2019d have taken up your offer without a second thought,\u201d he confessed truthfully as he held his brother\u2019s gaze. Then his voice lowered apologetically. \u201cBut things are different now. I\u2019m different. It\u2019s taken long enough to realise but The Ponderosa is where I want to be, where I belong, where I want to stay. Does that make sense?\u201d<\/p>\n

Clay smiled wanly and nodded. He laid a reassuring hand on his shoulder. \u201cMakes perfect sense Joe. But that doesn\u2019t mean you can\u2019t come visit us some day, does it?\u201d<\/p>\n

Joe smiled back with forced brightness. \u201cTry and stop me.\u201d<\/p>\n

Suddenly there was a distant roll of thunder and Clay stared up towards the darkening clouds. \u201cLooks like there\u2019s a storm brewing so we better get going. We need to put as many miles as we can between us and Bear River before tonight.\u201d<\/p>\n

Hannah nodded and wrapping her arms around Joe hugged him tight. Eventually she relaxed her hold and gazed warmly up at him, her eyes filled with tears. \u201cThank you Joe\u2026for everything.\u201d<\/p>\n

Her voice was barely a whisper but the sincerity of her tone was unmistakable.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re more than worth it sister,\u201d Joe answered softly and brought his head down close and kissed her lightly on the forehead. It was little more than a gentle touching but forged a bond between them, then with a half smile curving his mouth and a twinkle in his eye Joe leaned in closer and murmured softly in her ear. \u201cIf you ever get tired of that brother of mine send me a wire and I\u2019ll come running.\u201d<\/p>\n

Hannah gave him a playful whack on the arm. \u201cJoe you\u2019re incorrigible,\u201d she whispered back with a giggle. \u201cBut you\u2019ve got a deal.\u201d<\/p>\n

Clay shook his head in bemusement, his inquiring look at what had been said between them ignored by his wife as Hannah allowed herself to be assisted onto the wagon\u2019s bench seat.<\/p>\n

She smiled back towards them both then watched as Clay\u2019s expression turned more serious. \u201cWe never seem to have long enough together before I\u2019m leaving you behind,\u201d he said, his voice thick with emotion as he faced his brother. \u201cWhat are you going to do now?\u201d
\n.
\nJoe shrugged. \u201cBack to Fort Bridger I guess and send a wire to Pa. Then I\u2019ll trade in my horse for a stage ticket to Carson City.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAre you sure I can\u2019t change your mind about coming with us?\u201d<\/p>\n

Taking a deep breath Joe shook his head and Clay studied his brother\u2019s face for several long moments as if making a mental image to remember for all time. He then blinked hard, his eyes unashamedly glistening. \u201cYou\u2019ve given me my life back and saying thanks just don\u2019t seem adequate enough somehow.\u201d<\/p>\n

Swallowing hard Joe tried to make light of what happened. \u201cIsn\u2019t that what brothers are for?\u201d His voice was choked and quiet.<\/p>\n

Clay extended his hand and Joe took it in a firm grasp. Then as one the two men hugged each other in an unrestrained way that only loving brothers can.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m going to miss you Joe. Take care of yourself little brother,\u201d Clay said softly once they\u2019d pulled apart; giving Joe a final sad-filled glance then quickly climbing up to join a teary eyed Hannah on the bench seat.<\/p>\n

Joe tried to smile back. \u201cDon\u2019t worry about me. Just take care of that wife of yours. She\u2019s carrying precious cargo.\u201d<\/p>\n

Clay gave an understanding nod and taking a deep breath kicked off the brake and slapped the reins. Slowly the two horse team leant into their harness and took the strain. The wagon began to move.<\/p>\n

\u201cIf we have a boy, we\u2019re naming him after his uncle Joseph,\u201d Hannah cried as she threw Joe a farewell kiss.<\/p>\n

A grin of surprised delight instinctively formed on his face as Joe waved a goodbye and watched as Clay manoeuvred the wagon skilfully along the rutted road. .<\/p>\n

As though rooted to the spot Joe stood alone in the clearing and watched as it grew smaller and then disappeared out of sight around a bend. A blast of cold November wind whistled around him as Joe closed his eyes for a few moments, allowing some of the wound up tension of the past days to flow out of him.<\/p>\n

Would he ever see Clay again? Visit New Orleans? Perhaps meet a nephew named after him? Joe sighed. Maybe one day, but not today.<\/p>\n

He untied his horse and slowly climbed into the saddle. Pointing his mount in the opposite direction to the wagon Joe kneed the chestnut towards Fort Bridger and considered his more imminent future.<\/p>\n

After leaving the Ponderosa without a word of goodbye he shuddered at the thought of his Pa\u2019s reaction to his spur-of-the-moment departure, and the reasons for it when he\u2019d explained all that had gone on. He\u2019d kill him for being so foolhardy!<\/p>\n

Joe heaved a tired sigh but couldn\u2019t stop a smile of resignation forming on his face. What the hell\u2026he had to die someday.<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

As Chubb and Sport stood together at the hitching rail, seated on the buckboard Ben looked across the street, his heart hammering hard as the stage pulled up on the opposite side of the main thoroughfare of Carson City.<\/p>\n

Even though Joe\u2019s telegram from Fort Bridger had said he\u2019d been with Clay but everything had worked out fine and he was coming home, Ben hadn\u2019t been able to rest easy. A part of him, albeit a small part, convinced Joe would change his mind at the last minute and stay with his mother\u2019s first born.<\/p>\n

Ben tensed and watched keenly as the passengers began disembarking, all stiff and exhausted by their long and uncomfortable ride of the past few days.<\/p>\n

Then suddenly Joe appeared, staring around him like a little boy lost, only to be immediately gripped by a massive hand and spun around. With his blue eyes glistening with emotion Hoss flung his arms around his brother, while Adam, with his mouth twitching into a smile of welcome clapped a hand affectionately on Joe\u2019s back.<\/p>\n

Relief flooded through Ben at the sight, and taking a deep calming breath he climbed down and walked across the street towards them, waiting a moment and just watching as his three sons joked and laughed together; all their faces wreathed in smiles.<\/p>\n

\u201cJoseph.\u201d<\/p>\n

At the sound of his father\u2019s voice Joe turned his head and took a deep breath, anticipating the angry lecture he was about to receive. However all he saw was a loving face, Ben\u2019s expression more one of unparalleled relief and delight to have him returned safe and sound.<\/p>\n

With a smile Ben wrapped his arms around his youngest and hugged him fiercely in a tight embrace. \u201cIt\u2019s good to have you back son. I\u2019ve missed you.\u201d<\/p>\n

Joe relaxed at his father\u2019s whispered greeting. How he\u2019d missed the warmth of this man, the affection, the love.<\/p>\n

Slowly they pulled apart and for a moment there was silence between them.<\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t blame you if you\u2019re mad at me for disappearing like I did Pa. But after I read Clay\u2019s letter I guess I just wasn\u2019t thinking straight. He was in a lot of trouble and I had to go. You do understand, don\u2019t you?\u201d<\/p>\n

Ben just smiled. \u201cI\u2019m not mad at you Joe. I understand completely. Clay\u2019s your brother and needed your help so \u2026..\u201d His voice faltered. \u201cBut at least you\u2019ve come home.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd not a day too soon,\u201d Adam added with a wry smile as he sniffed the slightly pungent air. \u201cSomeone definitely needs a bath!\u201d
\nFor once ignoring his brother\u2019s jibe Joe just smiled back at him in agreement as Ben looked worriedly at his gaunt features and tired eyes. \u201cBy the looks of it you\u2019ve had a tough time young man. We better get you back to the Ponderosa so you can have a good rest.\u201d<\/p>\n

Joe sighed and nodded. \u201cFeel like I could sleep for a week.\u201d<\/p>\n

Ben smiled knowingly. \u201cGood job I brought the buckboard then. Don\u2019t want you dozing in the saddle and falling off your horse.\u201d<\/p>\n

Placing an arm across his shoulder and with Ben and Adam following, Hoss guided his little brother across the street and half pushed him onto the buckboard seat.<\/p>\n

Ben hauled himself up and sat by his side and took up the reins. The horses began to move and after a few minutes they were on the edge of town. Ben looked over as Joe stretched out his legs and gave a loud yawn. \u201cWe\u2019ve got a long journey back to the ranch but if you can keep your eyes open, I\u2019d like to hear a little about what\u2019s been going on in Wyoming. I\u2019m guessing its\u2019 going to be quite a tale!\u201d<\/p>\n

Joe blew out his cheeks. \u201cReckon you won\u2019t believe half of what\u2019s happened Pa. I can hardly believe it myself!\u201d<\/p>\n

He paused for a moment as if working out where to start. \u201cRemember that story in the bible, about that Lazarus fella who rose from the dead.\u201d<\/p>\n

Ben nodded with a puzzled frown.<\/p>\n

\u201cWell in a way you could say that\u2019s what happened to Clay.\u201d<\/p>\n

Hoss and Adam who\u2019d been riding at either side of the buckboard looked over at each other and raised brows in disbelief. Hoss leaned closer in his saddle. \u201cAre you sayin\u2019 Clay somehow died and then came back to life?\u201d<\/p>\n

With a mischievous twinkle in his eye Joe chuckled as he cast his eyes to each in turn and noted the bewildered looks on all their faces.<\/p>\n

\u201cYes, that\u2019s just what I\u2019m saying Hoss. Only it was me what did the wicked deed. I was the one what killed my brother!\u201d<\/p>\n

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The End<\/p>\n

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