{"id":2373,"date":"2010-06-21T10:08:14","date_gmt":"2010-06-21T14:08:14","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/bonanzabrand.info\/library\/?p=2373"},"modified":"2025-02-27T12:23:44","modified_gmt":"2025-02-27T17:23:44","slug":"first-notch","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/bonanzabrand.info\/library\/?p=2373","title":{"rendered":"First Notch (by Dodo)"},"content":{"rendered":"

Summary:\u00a0 <\/span>A stranger’s arrival starts off a chain of events that culminate in Ben Cartwright’s worst nightmare.<\/p>\n

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It was the last Monday of the month and as the grandfather clock struck seven Hoss and Little Joe left the house, closing the front door behind them and leaving Ben Cartwright sitting alone at the dining table and sipping the last dregs of his coffee.<\/p>\n

Hop Sing appeared from the kitchen and began to clear away the breakfast dishes, and handing the Chinese cook his empty cup with a thankful smile Ben then rose and went over to his desk where the ranch accounts awaited their monthly scrutiny.<\/p>\n

It was a task Ben had always disliked and so was usually carried out by his more methodical and arithmetically competent eldest son, but for once Adam wasn\u2019t around, so the tiresome yet necessary chore had been left for Ben to complete. However instead of immediately opening the large ledger he pushed it aside, staring absently into space for a few moments as thoughts and memories of old friends suddenly flashed into his mind.<\/p>\n

Sheriff Roy Coffee and his wife Mary had been the first people Ben had met when arriving in the small mining town of Virginia City with seven year old Adam and Hoss still a babe in arms over twenty years ago. From the onset they became firm friends; Mary more than willing to help Ben look after his sons as he struggled to build them somewhere to live, before the onset of their first winter in Nevada. She\u2019d even insisted on taking charge of the two boys, when Ben was called away to New Orleans a couple of years later; no one more happier for Ben when he eventually returned with a new wife to share his home and life on the Ponderosa.<\/p>\n

But a few months ago as spring turned into summer, Mary had contracted some kind of lung fever, and though at first no one suspected the seriousness of her condition it soon became clear she was never going to recover. And as she grew weaker by the day, Roy spent more and more time at his wife\u2019s side until eventually Mary\u2019s poor body could take no more, and without strength or will to hold on any longer she passed away.<\/p>\n

After her funeral Roy had been distraught, for he and Mary though never blessed with children had been the most devoted of couples. However Roy was also a very conscientious man and returned to policing Virginia City within the week. But though he tried hard, it soon became obvious; the heart-broken sheriff was continually distracted with grief and shock and was in no fit state to carry out his duties as before. And so it came as no surprise and some relief to the townsfolk, when Roy suddenly announced he was going to visit his brother in Iowa for a while, and then hopefully return to carry on in the job he loved in a better frame of mind.<\/p>\n

But then the question was asked. Who would take on the role of Virginia City\u2019s Sheriff in Roy\u2019s absence?<\/p>\n

To Ben\u2019s surprise and consternation Adam immediately volunteered. But though he was secretly against the idea from the start, when Ben saw the set of his son\u2019s jaw as he\u2019d patiently tried to convince his father over a couple of days that he was not only able to take care of himself but the ranch could run perfectly well until his return, Ben knew there was no way he could dissuade him from his decision. So with his father\u2019s reluctant blessing Adam left the Ponderosa to take on the mantle of acting sheriff, while to Ben\u2019s relief both Hoss and Joe took on the extra workload left by their brother\u2019s departure without a word of complaint between them.<\/p>\n

That had been over a month ago and with still no sign of Roy returning from his self-imposed exile, in the quiet of the living room Ben focused his gaze on the silver framed image of his first wife Elizabeth; his loyalties painfully divided. He gave a sad sigh. For knowing from first hand the anguish Roy must be feeling in his bereavement he didn\u2019t want his old friend returning too soon. But he also missed Adam\u2019s company greatly; never feeling totally at ease or complete until he had all three of his sons safe under one roof.<\/p>\n

Suddenly the peace and quiet of Ben\u2019s private reverie was shattered when the sound of familiar voices outside filtered into the house, and glad of the diversion he pushed back his chair and glanced through the small window behind him. A smile appeared on Ben\u2019s face as he watched Joe and Hoss leaving the bunkhouse and laughing together as they made their way slowly across the yard; Hoss placing his left arm affectionately across his little brother\u2019s shoulder and giving him a gentle hug as they disappeared into the barn to carry out more of their morning chores.<\/p>\n

The obvious loving brotherly bond sent a flush of contentment and pride rushing across Ben\u2019s chest, but then his grin faded to be replaced by a more worried expression as once again the sight of a pistol hung low on his youngest son\u2019s left hip left him unsettled with fatherly concern.<\/p>\n

Kill or be killed; that was the unrecognised rule of the land. And so since leaving the Eastern Seaboard nearly thirty years before to travel and subsequently settle in the West, Ben sadly acknowledged the inevitable use of a firearm to protect all he loved and possessed was an occasional necessity; to this end, the taking of another life only used as a last resort.<\/p>\n

However the cold almost casual acceptance of death by way of a bullet when used only to build up a fast-draw reputation and add a further invisible notch to a man\u2019s gun always sickened and disgusted Ben. It was for this reason he\u2019d imparted the code of behaviour he expected his sons to follow from an early age, explaining that owning and using any kind of firearm came with a whole load of responsibilities and obligations. And to this end, until he\u2019d thought them mature enough to follow his teaching, they were only allowed to use a rifle or handgun under their father\u2019s direct supervision and guidance.<\/p>\n

Although the same rule had applied to Joe, unlike his brothers it had soon become clear as he practiced his fast draw and shot at targets with accurate precision under his father\u2019s watchful eye, he had what Ben silently acknowledged was an aptitude for such things; Joe\u2019s natural dexterity and speed with a gun indicating he\u2019d be more than able to look after himself should ever the need occur.<\/p>\n

But even so when Ben presented his youngest son with his first very own leather holstered side-arm on his last birthday a few weeks before, he hadn\u2019t been able to shrug off a slight sense of unease ever since; the feeling of anxiety something he\u2019d never experienced with either Adam or Hoss. For after being shielded and protected by his family for his first seventeen years from most of the worst violence and bloodshed the vast, untamed country had to offer, Ben couldn\u2019t help but agonize how the impulsive and volatile Joe would respond should he ever be goaded to use his lightning fast reaction against another man. And though he continually prayed to God that day would never dawn, Ben realised with certainty it most surely would.<\/p>\n

The thought sent a shiver running down his spine and taking a deep calming breath to force his worries to the back of his mind for a while, Ben rubbed his hands over his face as if attempting to also magically wipe away any signs of anxiety he felt. Then concentrating his attention back to the matter in hand, with a deep sigh he pulled the much hated ledger towards him, and once more wishing Adam were at home, he picked up his pen and turned to the first page.<\/p>\n

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

A few hours had passed and with his accounts now up to date Ben left the comfort of the ranch house in a far better mood as he made his way slowly across the yard, inhaling deeply as he took in the clear fresh Nevada air.<\/p>\n

Entering the barn straightaway to Ben\u2019s surprise he could see his middle son sat on a bale of straw, and standing unobserved he watched as Hoss whittled away on a piece of wood, totally oblivious to all around him and seemingly in a world of his own.<\/p>\n

It was well accepted within the family since early childhood the process of whittling was Hoss\u2019 way of thinking through any worries or concerns he had, and the pile of slivered wood lying at his feet was a sure-fire indication he\u2019d been sat there a while in deep contemplation with something serious on his mind.<\/p>\n

With a sigh, Hoss adjusted the small knife in his hand then suddenly sensing another\u2019s presence looked up quickly and gave a small smile of embarrassment. \u201cHey Pa? How long you been standin\u2019 there?\u201d<\/p>\n

Ben smiled and shook his head. \u201cNot long son. Surprised to see you still here though. Thought you\u2019d have gone for the supplies hours ago.\u201d<\/p>\n

Setting aside the knife, Hoss chewed thoughtfully at his lip for a few moments. \u201cTruth is Pa, since Joe headed up to the South Pasture to check on the herd I\u2019ve been doin\u2019 me a whole load of thinkin\u2019,\u201d he replied while brushing away the shavings from his lap. \u201cDecided I weren\u2019t goin\u2019 to go into town today.\u201d<\/p>\n

Ben instinctively frowned with concern. \u201cWhat\u2019s the matter? Aren\u2019t you feeling well?\u201d<\/p>\n

Hoss cleared his throat. \u201cOh I\u2019m feeling fine, Pa. Its just that I reckon it\u2019s time little brother should go seein\u2019 as I went last week\u2026and the week before\u2026and the week before that\u2026.\u201d<\/p>\n

As his voice trailed away, Ben was left bewildered. For there was something in his son\u2019s tone that implied there was more to his decision than met the eye. \u201cJust what are you trying to tell me, Hoss?\u201d he asked perceptively.<\/p>\n

\u201cWell the fact is, and I don\u2019t mean any disrespect,\u201d Hoss began, as he shuffled on his seat. \u201cBut\u2026 but well the fact is I\u2019ve finally figured out why I\u2019ve been the one sent to town over and over and not Little Joe. And I\u2019m telling you now Pa, its got to stop before things get out of hand.\u201d<\/p>\n

Hoss looked down to the floor with a slight feeling of apprehension. For it wasn\u2019t often he used such a firm or commanding tone with anyone, least of all against his own Pa, and as he awaited his reaction, he scraped a boot almost child-like back and forth across the dirt floor.<\/p>\n

Ben moved forwards and stood directly in front of his son; both hands pushed deep in his pockets as he swayed back and forth on his heels in an imposing fashion. \u201cOut of hand you say?\u201d he finally responded.<\/p>\n

Hoss lifted his gaze and eyed his father unflinchingly. \u201cYes Sir. But I understand you only done what you done for the right reasons,\u201d he hastily added.<\/p>\n

Ben nodded thoughtfully for a few moments and noting his resolute posture, he knew whatever was bothering the usually placid mannered Hoss was of some importance. Sitting down by his side he gently patted his knee. \u201cWhy don\u2019t you tell me what this is all about son?\u201d<\/p>\n

Hoss straightaway complied. \u201cIt\u2019s like this, Pa,\u201d he began determinedly. \u201cEver since you presented Joe with that fancy pearl-handled gun on his birthday, I\u2019ve noticed you sometimes lookin\u2019 at him differently somehow. Couldn\u2019t work out what it was I was seein\u2019 at first. But it suddenly came to me this mornin\u2019 when you was givin\u2019 us a list of chores for the day, and you said I was to collect the supplies again even though Joe had offered to go instead of me.\u201d<\/p>\n

Ben inclined his head slightly with a slight feeling of apprehension. \u201cGo on. What did you see, Hoss?\u201d
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\nHoss took a deep swallow. \u201cFear, Pa! I saw fear in your eyes and I now know why,\u201d he replied, his eyes fixed rigid on his father\u2019s face. \u201cIt\u2019s \u2018cause you\u2019re scared for Joe. Scared that now he\u2019s wearing his six-gun all the time some day he might just get himself involved in one of them there pointless gunfights and maybe shoot someone dead\u2026or worst\u2026get shot dead himself.\u201d<\/p>\n

Without contradicting Ben remained silent; just pursing his lips tight as he stared directly in front of him.<\/p>\n

\u201cDadburn it, Pa, don\u2019t you think I haven\u2019t worried about that very same thing?\u201d Hoss continued in a slightly raised voice. \u201cBut you can\u2019t keep little brother wrapped up in cotton wool and tied to the Ponderosa all the time just \u2018cause you\u2019re afraid of what might happen to him some day. I know he\u2019s still a boy in your eyes, but givin\u2019 Little Joe that gun on his birthday was your way of sayin\u2019 you believed him adult enough to be accountable for all that comes with wearin\u2019 a firearm. So you\u2019ve gotta step back and let him get on with his life, and just hope he\u2019ll remember everything you\u2019ve taught him and trust he proves you right in the end. You do understand what I\u2019m tryin\u2019 to say, don\u2019t you, Pa?\u201d<\/p>\n

Ben nodded his head solemnly. \u201cYes son, I know exactly what you\u2019re saying,\u201d he replied then let out a deep sigh. \u201cHas Joseph any idea about this?\u201d<\/p>\n

Hoss shook his head resolutely. \u201cI don\u2019t reckon so \u2018cause he ain\u2019t mentioned anythin\u2019 to me. Guess with us bein\u2019 so busy since Adam went it ain\u2019t occurred to him why you\u2019ve never sent him into town. But if things don\u2019t change it ain\u2019t gonna be long before he puts two and two together, and after he does\u2026well knowin\u2019 how that temper gets the better of him at times when he thinks he\u2019s being babied unnecessarily, lets just say I don\u2019t want to be around when little brother figures out why!\u201d<\/p>\n

As his words sunk in, Ben leaned forwards, resting his head in his hands for a moment. \u201cYou\u2019re right of course, Hoss. I\u2019ve just found it hard to accept Joe\u2019s finally grown, and for the sake of peace of mind, I\u2019ve been putting off the inevitable.\u201d He turned and gave a small smile. \u201cCan you forgive your father for being such a stupid old fool?\u201d<\/p>\n

With his features softening, Hoss looked over sheepishly. \u201cAh shucks\u2026.you ain\u2019t that old, Pa,\u201d he replied with a faint twinkle of amusement in his eyes.<\/p>\n

Ben chucked as they shared the humour of the moment; father and son sitting in companionable silence for a few minutes, both deep in thought until Hoss finally broke the silence between them. \u201cSo what you gonna do about Little Joe?\u201d<\/p>\n

With his forehead furrowed in thought, Ben rubbed one hand over his chin. Taking a deep breath he slowly let it out, all the while sensing Hoss\u2019 vivid blue eyes bearing into him expectantly as he awaited his answer. But just as Ben was about to speak, horses\u2019 hooves were heard, and a pinto suddenly galloped into view before being expertly pulled to a stop inches from the corral.<\/p>\n

Joe dismounted and tied up Cochise, and was about to head towards the house when an all too familiar voice boomed out from the shadows of the barn. \u201cJoseph! How many times do I have to tell you not to race into the yard like you had the whole Sioux nation on your tail?\u201d<\/p>\n

Joe rolled his eyes and swallowing hard turned to face his father who was now stood in the doorway of the barn. \u201cSorry Pa,\u201d he apologised, giving him his most winning smile as he took a tentative step forward. \u201cI\u2019ll remember next time.\u201d<\/p>\n

Shaking his head despairingly Ben wondered how many times he heard that excuse from his youngest! Then as another figure stepped out into the light Joe\u2019s face took on a bemused expression. \u201cWhat you still doing here Hoss? Thought you were heading off for town hours ago?\u201d<\/p>\n

Ben fixed his son with a narrow eyed gaze. \u201cActually Joseph, Hoss and I were waiting for you.\u201d<\/p>\n

Joe stared at him blankly. \u201cMe Pa?\u201d he asked with youthful innocence. \u201cWhat did I do wrong this time?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNothing for once,\u201d Ben responded with a smile. \u201cIt\u2019s just Hoss suggested, and I\u2019ve agreed to let you go into town to collect the supplies.\u201d<\/p>\n

Joe\u2019s eyes widened with surprise as he stared open-mouthed towards his father. \u201cReally? You\u2026you want me to go to town today? On\u2026on my own?\u201d he stammered.<\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s right. You got a problem with that little brother? I mean, if you don\u2019t want to drag yourself away from the ranch I could always go again, couldn\u2019t I Pa?\u201d Hoss teased as he leaned his big frame in the doorway and winked over at his father.<\/p>\n

Realising this would be the ideal opportunity to meet up with his friends and have a few beers for the first time without being under his family\u2019s continual watchful gaze; Joe shook his head so vigorously his black hat flew off onto the floor. \u201cNo! You don\u2019t need to do that Hoss,\u201d he flustered while retrieving his Stetson and planting it back on top of his mop of dark brown hair. \u201cIt\u2019s no problem\u2026really!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cGood to hear it, Joseph. But I don\u2019t want you getting yourself into any trouble,\u201d Ben told him as if reading his son\u2019s mind. \u201cSo once you\u2019ve loaded the supplies and run a few errands I want you to make your way straight home. Understand?\u201d<\/p>\n

As Joe\u2019s heart sank, a look of dismay covered his face, as plans for the day suddenly began to disintegrate before his very eyes. \u201cBut what if Mitch and the gang are in town? Can\u2019t I visit the saloon and have a few drinks with them Pa? \u2018Cause you got to admit it sure is thirsty work loading up a wagon; at least that\u2019s what big brother here keeps telling me. Ain\u2019t that right Hoss?\u201d<\/p>\n

Ignoring his plea, Ben gave his son a stony stare. \u201cNo, Joseph. I\u2019m not having you ending up rolling around drunk and Adam having to haul you off to jail. He has enough on his hands as Sheriff without his own brother adding to his problems. Do you hear what I\u2019m saying?\u201d<\/p>\n

Resigned to the fact he\u2019d lost the battle with his father, Joe lowered his gaze with disappointment and sighed heavily. \u201cYes Sir. No beer. Straight home,\u201d he agreed dutifully and without further argument.<\/p>\n

Running a hand through his thick grey hair, Ben eyed his youngest affectionately for a few moments, the corner of his mouth twitching as he suppressed a chuckle at Joe\u2019s crestfallen expression. \u201cTell you what son,\u201d he said at last in a consolatory tone. \u201cShould you meet up with your friends then I think it will be acceptable for you to have maybe one\u2026no let\u2019s say two beers in the Silver Dollar. But that\u2019s the limit then you come back to the Ponderosa. Agreed?\u201d<\/p>\n

As Joe\u2019s head jerked up, a smile of appreciation formed on his lips. Something told him that second beer was going to take a long time to drink down! \u201cIt\u2019s a deal Pa. Two beers only\u2026I promise.\u201d<\/p>\n

Hoss moved forwards with a big grin across his broad face. \u201cCome on little brother. I\u2019ll give you a hand hitching up the wagon if you want,\u201d he offered good-naturedly; pleased by the peaceful compromise settled between them both.<\/p>\n

With his enthusiasm now reignited Joe gave out a loud whoop of joy. \u201cThanks Hoss. Virginia City here I come!\u201d he cried, and quickly untying his horse led Cochise into the stable.<\/p>\n

With the smile on his face fading, Ben watched him go, but though he\u2019d managed to hide his feelings of trepidation from the unsuspecting Joe, his more perceptive son wasn\u2019t so easily fooled. Hoss placed a large but gentle hand on his father\u2019s shoulder. \u201cDon\u2019t you worry any, Pa. Everything is gonna be just fine,\u201d he told him reassuringly, then turned on his heel and followed Joe into the barn.<\/p>\n

For a few moments Ben remained frozen to the spot as he listened to the light hearted banter going back and forth between his two sons. \u201cDear God, I hope you\u2019re right Hoss,\u201d he then muttered miserably to himself, before slowly walking back towards the house, with his shoulders slumped and his stomach churning uneasily.<\/p>\n

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

Miles away in Virginia City, Adam Cartwright had been sat at his desk since early morning, totally absorbed as he worked through the back log of tedious, but necessary paperwork Roy had neglected during the time of his wife\u2019s illness.<\/p>\n

Pulling out his pocket watch and checking the time, Adam noted it was well past noon and realised the usually punctual Hoss was running several hours late; his brother always calling in for a morning chat when he\u2019d been collecting the supplies on the first day of each week. It had been a welcoming distraction for both men, as they exchanged news and weekly anecdotes, but as he heaved a loud sigh of disappointment on realising there\u2019d probably be no such visit today, Adam threw down his pen and stretched out his long legs; not for the first time over the past weeks, his mind drifting miles away to the Ponderosa.<\/p>\n

At first he\u2019d relished the thought of doing something different; a change of pace from ranch work, and a chance to take on fresh responsibilities for a while. But it hadn\u2019t taken long before Adam regretted his impulsive decision to replace Roy, and inwardly acknowledged he\u2019d been wrong; the weeks away from home opening his eyes to another side to his new found independence \u2013 loneliness.<\/p>\n

A few days had hardly gone by before it struck him forcibly how much he missed his family; longed for the reassuring counsel from his father during their late night conversations, and the ever calming influence and sense of security he felt as his big brother worked by his side. And as for Little Joe\u2026well though loath to admit it as Adam\u2019s thoughts centred on his kid brother, for some strange reason he regretted being apart from him the most.<\/p>\n

With twelve years between them Adam willingly conceded their age difference and his time away at college meant since his return to the ranch he\u2019d never had the same brotherly connection with Joe that his little brother obviously shared with Hoss.<\/p>\n

For this reason eldest and youngest Cartwright had occasionally clashed over the years; Adam finding Joe unnecessarily reckless and argumentative and Joe thinking his elder brother excessively overbearing and far too serious for his own good.<\/p>\n

But over the past months Joe had started to change into a hard working and level-headed young man, and whether by chance or because of it Adam too had mellowed somewhat, now showing a good-humoured and approachable side and at long last the two brothers began to share a more harmonious existence and closeness; at least most of the time!<\/p>\n

Adam now enjoyed his brother\u2019s company more than ever, for with Joe around no day was ever dull or boring and as he looked around the rather drab, empty and silent jail, his home for the past weeks, Adam gave a wry smile. No wonder I miss him he conceded with a chuckle.<\/p>\n

Suddenly Adam\u2019s private musings were cut short as his stomach grumbled angrily with hunger and realising the last time he\u2019d eaten had been a while ago he decided to allow himself an hours respite and have a well deserved late lunch. So pushing his chair away from the desk Adam stood up and quickly threw on his jacket and Stetson before leaving the warmth and quiet of the Sheriff\u2019s office.<\/p>\n

Closing the jail door behind him, Adam stood for a few moments just stretching out his arms and breathing in the welcoming aroma of steak pie and corn fritters that assailed his nostrils from the restaurant across the street. But as he glanced up and down the busy main thoroughfare of Virginia City in preparation for crossing the road, Adam suddenly frowned in puzzlement as he caught the faint but unmistakable sound of sporadic gunfire in the distance.<\/p>\n

He muttered a few colourful expletives under his breath; the oaths ones his father would have frowned at and his brothers would have been impressed with. For whatever was happening at the far end of town needed urgent investigation and it was at times like these Adam wished he had someone he could trust to cover his back.<\/p>\n

So far though working alone he\u2019d coped well with the usual nightly ruckus at one or other of the town\u2019s saloons; the occasional drunk needing a nights sleep to sober up in the cells of the jail. Even the three drifters who\u2019d appeared in town a few days before hadn\u2019t caused him any trouble; instead spending their evenings playing poker in the Bucket of Blood and sleeping away their whiskey induced hangovers during daylight hours.<\/p>\n

But now with no idea of what he was about to face, Adam acknowledged there was a good chance his luck was about to run out, and tensing with uneasiness he quickly checked his gun before making his way towards the large mercantile store that stood alone at the far end of the street.<\/p>\n

In an area around the back, to his surprise Adam found a large gathering was standing three men deep, and with his face set grim with apprehension and his hand hovering around his sidearm he warily pushed himself through to get a better view of what was going on.<\/p>\n

But then Adam blew out his cheeks with relief. For all he saw before him was an impromptu fast-draw shooting-contest; a popular distraction from the humdrum of everyday routine for the citizens of Virginia City and beyond and this one obviously organised in haste.<\/p>\n

As Adam surveyed the scene, a buzz of anticipation rose from the spectators as they watched a young boy quickly brush away broken glass from the previous challenge onto the floor before placing two empty bottles a few feet apart on the top of a couple of empty crates.<\/p>\n

The youngster scurried out of sight then the two contenders, eighteen year old Mitch Devlin and a man Adam had never seen before, moved forwards and took their places, ten yards from where the bottles were stood; both with their eyes fixed in front of them as they concentrated on the improvised targets.<\/p>\n

Adam frowned quizzically, for although he knew Mitch well, he didn\u2019t recognise the deeply tanned stranger who looked to be around his own age. Yet to the keen eyed Cartwright there was something vaguely familiar about the tall heavily built figure with unkempt tufts of jet black hair curling under his hat; sharp features with a downward turn of a thin cruel mouth; the piercing grey eyes.<\/p>\n

Screams of encouragement rained out for Mitch from his supporters, then suddenly the crowd went quiet and moments later a piercing yell of Fire! broke the silence. At this point both men went to draw their weapons, but before Mitch had even grabbed at the butt of his, one bottle had disintegrated from a single bullet fired by his opponent.<\/p>\n

The victor smiled, nonchalantly dropping his gun back in its holster and flexing his fingers as Mitch and most of the crowd stared at him in silent awe; the stranger\u2019s superiority without question. For he\u2019d won every round so far; no one able to match his speed and accuracy throughout the morning\u2019s contest, though there\u2019d been no lack of hopefuls wanting to try.<\/p>\n

A few groans of disappointment and mutterings of disquiet rose from those who\u2019d been foolish enough to bet money against the new arrival winning once again. But as a figure stepped away from the crowd to stand a pace\u2019s length from the sharpshooter, the mutterings grew silent and the stranger\u2019s smile vanished when he suddenly found himself staring directly into the face of a man who was wearing a tin star on his jacket, and with his arms folded was scrutinising him closely.<\/p>\n

Unable to stop a contemptuous look flittering across his face, a wicked gleam of arrogance filled the man\u2019s eyes as he raised his hand in mock salute. \u201cHey Sheriff! I didn\u2019t realise you were in the audience. You thinking of laying a little bet and trying your luck at beating me to the draw?\u201d he inquired mockingly as he held Adam\u2019s unwavering gaze.<\/p>\n

Taking an instant dislike Adam ignored the taunt in his voice and shook his head at the suggestion. \u201cI\u2019ve got better things to do with my money,\u201d he commented, all the while keeping his eyes focused on the newcomer\u2019s face. \u201cBut I don\u2019t recall ever seeing you around town before. I\u2019m guessing you\u2019re new to these parts.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s right Sheriff. Arrived late yesterday and was planning on riding out first thing this morning.\u201d<\/p>\n

Adam gave a slight nod, then pointedly tipped his hat forward to keep the afternoon sun from glaring into his eyes. \u201cWell it\u2019s way past noon and you\u2019re still here so what changed your mind?\u201d<\/p>\n

The man glanced around the crowd who were all listening attentively to the exchange. \u201cAfter drinking with a few of these good citizens in the saloon last night, I thought I\u2019d organise me a shooting match,\u201d he said, tapping a hand on his holstered gun. \u201cThey were quite eager to gamble away their money, thinking they could out-draw me. And what better way to make a few extra dollars than by proving them wrong.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHave you ever lost?\u201d<\/p>\n

Curling his lip with obvious contempt at the idea, the stranger shook his head. \u201cNo I\u2019ve never lost, Sheriff\u2026and don\u2019t reckon I ever will,\u201d he sneered.<\/p>\n

Remaining silent, Adam raised a cynical eyebrow, clearly unimpressed by such a boastful claim.<\/p>\n

Cold grey eyes flashed warningly towards him. \u201cI\u2019m telling you Sheriff, there ain\u2019t a man born who\u2019ll ever beat me to the draw!\u201d<\/p>\n

However, if the stranger was expecting his arrogant assertion to have any effect on the Sheriff, he was sadly mistaken, as Adam once again refrained from comment; his face impassive while eyeing the tall man thoughtfully. For he\u2019d met others like him before; men with such dangerously oversized egos that trouble became their middle name. And trouble was something he could do without. So deciding not to argue the point further he quickly changed the subject. \u201cMind telling me who you are and where you come from?\u201d<\/p>\n

Inwardly incensed by the apparent indifference to him, the stranger glared into the expressionless face of the Sheriff for a few moments before answering. \u201cElliot\u2026Elliot Simms. Born and raised near Tucson.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cElliot Simms\u2026.Tucson,\u201d Adam repeated thoughtfully, his expression hardening somewhat at the sound of the name. \u201cYou any kin to Porter Simms?\u201d<\/p>\n

There was a gasp of recognition from the crowd as the townsfolk now appraised the newcomer with fresh concern. Psychopathic killer Porter Simms had been the scourge of the territory and the south-west for many years, renowned for his unlawful exploits and speed of hand with a gun. He and his gang of three had robbed untold number of banks and Wells Fargo Stages, and in the process killed more than a dozen men in cold blood. Then, after having their faces plastered on wanted posters from Nevada to New Mexico, the Simms Gang had finally been caught after a legendary shootout with a troop of Texas Rangers two years before; finally paying the ultimate price for their sins courtesy of a hangman\u2019s noose.<\/p>\n

Elliot Simms did not answer immediately; secretly enjoying the look of fear that passed over the faces of the crowd at the mention of the outlaw\u2019s name. Then he fixed his eyes once more on Adam. \u201cIf you must know he was my Pa though you could say he was more like an absent father, seein\u2019 as me and my Ma barely set eyes on him after I reached ten years old. And just in case you\u2019re wondering, I ain\u2019t nothing like him\u2026not one bit.\u201d<\/p>\n

Totally unconvinced by his declaration, Adam couldn\u2019t help but think like father like son. For he could sense when bad begat bad, and by the looks of Elliot Simms, he was no exception to the rule. \u201cI thought you seemed somewhat familiar,\u201d he finally responded. \u201cYour Pa\u2019s wanted poster was up on the jail house wall for a lot of years, though thankfully no one around here had the pleasure of meeting him\u2026face to face.\u201d<\/p>\n

The irony of his statement caused the faintest glimmer of amusement to stir in Elliot\u2019s eyes, but he remained silent as Adam continued. \u201cI did hear in his prime Porter Simms claimed to be the fastest draw this side of the Missouri. I can see you\u2019re pretty handy with a gun, so must be where you inherited your skill from.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cReckon you could say it\u2019s the only useful gift Pa ever gave me,\u201d Elliot acknowledged as he fingered the butt of his revolver. Then the coldness in his eyes seemed to harden. \u201cBut, unlike my Pa, I\u2019ve never broken the letter of the law. Only time I\u2019ve killed has been in self defence against a man who drew on me first, and they can\u2019t hang you for that now, can they Sheriff.\u201d<\/p>\n

Giving out an evil sounding chuckle and showing no remorse whatsoever for those unfortunates who\u2019d lost their lives at his hand in a gunfight, Elliot looked around; never happier than when he had an audience as he took his time gazing at the spectators with a conceit and swagger that caused many a face to drain of all colour for their own safety.<\/p>\n

Adam eyed him warily. \u201cWhat are your plans now?\u201d<\/p>\n

Elliot concentrated his gaze back on the Sheriff and shrugged his shoulders. \u201cThought I\u2019d stick around a few days, just in case there\u2019s someone else fool enough to want to take their chances against me before I move on.\u201d<\/p>\n

Looking about for a few moments Adam remained thoughtful as he viewed the many familiar faces of friends and neighbours who were staring back at him in expectation. It was his duty, as the only law enforcement officer in the area, to keep the citizens under his care protected the best way he could, and not wishing such a potential troublemaker hang about town any longer than was necessary, he gave a slow shake of the head. \u201cI reckon it\u2019s in everyone\u2019s best interest you think about moving on right now,\u201d he advised quietly. \u201cThere\u2019ll be no more contests around here so I\u2019ll give you until sundown to get out of town.\u201d<\/p>\n

Elliot let out a contemptuous laugh. \u201cDon\u2019t see why I should have to leave Sheriff! I ain\u2019t caused no trouble or done nothing wrong.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s a matter of opinion,\u201d Adam replied, looking towards the numerous townsfolk who continued to mill around, watching and listening to the confrontation between their Sheriff and the over-confident gunman with a great deal of interest.<\/p>\n

\u201cSeeing as you didn\u2019t apply for a licence to put on this shooting match, I have the right to arrest you for causing an obstruction in a public place,\u201d Adam bluffed and at the same time pushing back the folds of his jacket and patting the gun on his right hip with his hand. \u201cSo you either clear out of town or I lock you up in jail for a couple of months. The choice is yours.\u201d<\/p>\n

A titter of laughter at his put-down filtered from the crowd and Elliot\u2019s smirk faded and his eyes hardened with fury as he and Adam glared at each other. Stunned, he could hardly believe the ultimatum or the underlying threat given, for no one had ever dared speak down to him like that and lived, lawman or no lawman.<\/p>\n

Never had Elliot wanted to kill a man more for humiliating and embarrassing him within the public\u2019s gaze. A muscle twitched at the side of his mouth, curling his lip into an ugly sneer, and for a brief moment, Adam actually thought he was about to go for his gun. But if nothing else, Simms was no fool and somehow he managed to contain his outrage, for he knew there\u2019d be another time better suited to his purpose, and not in the full glare of so many witnesses. All it would need would be one bullet in the back during the darkness of night and then a quick getaway.<\/p>\n

Quickly composing himself he smiled cockily, all the while his murderous eyes fixed on Adam\u2019s poker face. \u201cYou made yourself very clear Sheriff. I\u2019ll be gone before tonight, and I can guarantee after today you won\u2019t have any more trouble from me in the future. I promise you that!\u201d<\/p>\n

He suddenly started to laugh, and for the first time a gleam of madness could be seen flittering across his face, as he turned to the crowd. \u201cThe Sheriff\u2019s given me my orders so it looks like that\u2019s all the fun you\u2019ll be having for a while folks. Been nice doing business with you all.\u201d<\/p>\n

Although his announcement sent a low murmur through the crowd no one moved, so Adam raised his arms and motioned for them to leave. \u201cThat\u2019s right everyone. Show\u2019s over. It\u2019s time to go home.\u201d<\/p>\n

Finally accepting their Sheriff\u2019s instruction, the townsfolk slowly began to disperse. But as they drifted back towards the main street, Adam hesitated from following them straightaway as he watched Elliot crouch down and pick up his saddlebag which lay at the rear wall of the mercantile. For something warned Adam he hadn\u2019t heard or seen the last of the gunslinger, and giving him a final, piercing glare, he then turned on his heel and without looking back, strode purposefully away; Sheriff Cartwright\u2019s suspicion lingering and his appetite now all but gone.<\/p>\n

Elliot watched Adam\u2019s disappearing back with a disdainful grin before starting to count out his winnings. Then after stuffing a large wad of dollar bills into his wallet, he glanced over to where a group of three dejected cowpokes were stood together and talking in a huddle in front of the mercantile building. He walked past them, giving them all a look of indifference as he headed off in the direction of the livery stable; instinctively knowing as they stared after him and all went quiet, that he\u2019d been the subject of their conversation.<\/p>\n

\u201cWho\u2019d have thought he was Porter Simms\u2019 son,\u201d Dave Morgan said, once the gunslinger was out of earshot. \u201cDon\u2019t you fancy having another go at outdrawing him now, Mitch?\u201d<\/p>\n

Mitch Devlin shook his head. \u201cI know when I\u2019ve met my match Dave! And as he\u2019s beat just about everyone who is capable of shooting a firearm in Virginia City, I don\u2019t figure any of them would want to try again either knowing his pedigree!\u201d<\/p>\n

Dave nodded despondently. \u201cSuppose you\u2019re right, but I\u2019ve lost a month\u2019s wages this morning betting someone would be able to wipe that smug smile off his face and I need a chance to win it back! Surely there\u2019s someone around these parts who\u2019d be a safe bet to take on Simms before he heads out of town?\u201d<\/p>\n

Mitch blew out his cheeks thoughtfully. \u201cWell I can\u2019t think of anyone good enough who we could persuade to try.\u201d<\/p>\n

A spark of hope suddenly flashed in Seth Pruitt\u2019s eyes. \u201cThere\u2019s still Joe Cartwright! I\u2019d stake anything on Little Joe beating Simms if we asked him!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou reckon?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSure I do,\u201d Seth declared enthusiastically. \u201cHe\u2019s always been the quickest and best shot out the four of us, and he\u2019s never turned down a challenge or a dare since the day we started school together. Ain\u2019t that right, Mitch?\u201d<\/p>\n

Nodding his head in agreement about his oldest friend, Mitch sighed long and loud. \u201cTrouble is I ain\u2019t seen Joe around town for weeks\u2026not since his birthday.\u201d<\/p>\n

A smile then twitched at the corner of Dave\u2019s mouth as he concentrated his gaze on a familiar grey jacketed figure seated on a wagon, who was heading down the main street. \u201cWell it looks like our prayers have just been answered boys! Here comes Little Joe now!\u201d<\/p>\n

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\nJoe pulled the team to a halt; the smile of greeting on his face fading as he viewed his oldest friends who were stood together and looking at him in a strange way.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat?\u201d he asked, raising a questioning eyebrow as he jumped down in front of them. \u201cAin\u2019t grown two heads since you last saw me, have I?\u201d<\/p>\n

Mitch smiled and stepped forward, pumping his hand warmly in welcome. \u201cNo Joe\u2026sorry. It\u2019s good to see you.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYeah\u2026sorry Joe,\u201d added Seth. \u201cIt\u2019s just you caught us by surprise as we\u2019d only been talkin\u2019 about you a minute ago.\u201d<\/p>\n

Knowing them all too well Joe narrowed his gaze with suspicion as he looked at each face in turn. \u201cSomething tells me I don\u2019t want to know what you\u2019ve been saying.\u201d<\/p>\n

Dave quickly shook his head. \u201cOh no Joe. It ain\u2019t anything bad. It\u2019s just that\u2026.\u201d<\/p>\n

Joe waited. \u201cIt\u2019s just what?\u201d he finally demanded.<\/p>\n

Dave looked at Seth who in turn looked over at Mitch. \u201cYou tell him, Mitch.\u201d<\/p>\n

There was a moments silence as Mitch shifted uncomfortably under his best friend\u2019s questioning gaze. \u201cWell, it\u2019s like this Joe\u2026.\u201d<\/p>\n

Minutes later Mitch had described in as much detail as possible the morning\u2019s events.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou mean this Simms fella is Porter Simms\u2019 son?\u201d Joe asked in amazement, knowing well the history of the infamous outlaw. \u201cWish I\u2019d been here to watch him beat you all to the draw and see how Adam saw him off.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cTrouble is I\u2019ve lost a month\u2019s wages I can\u2019t really afford betting Simms could be beat,\u201d piped up Dave gloomily. \u201cAnd Mitch and Seth ain\u2019t fared much better.\u201d<\/p>\n

Seth nodded sadly. \u201cDon\u2019t know what Sarah\u2019s gonna say when she finds out. I promised her a nice present for her birthday with that money I\u2019d saved.\u201d<\/p>\n

Joe frowned. Sarah had been a good friend since childhood and it pained him to think she was going to be disappointed. \u201cSorry to hear that Seth, but if it\u2019s a loan you\u2019re all after forget it. I\u2019m just about flat broke myself until pay day…\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOh no\u2026we don\u2019t want no loan Joe,\u201d interrupted Seth as he exchanged glances with both Mitch and Dave. \u201cBut we were wondering\u2026.\u201d<\/p>\n

Again there was a long pause. Joe shook his head. \u201cLook fellas I can\u2019t hang around here all day. Not only have I got a wagon to load with supplies and run a few errands for Pa, I\u2019ve then got an appointment with some thirst quenching beer before I head off back to the ranch. You gonna spit out what\u2019s on your mind or what?\u201d<\/p>\n

Dave waved a hand towards Mitch and Seth. \u201cWell the thing is Joe\u2026that is we all thought maybe you\u2019d take on Simms so we could have a chance to win our money back.\u201d<\/p>\n

There was a stunned silence. \u201cMe?\u201d croaked Joe incredulously. \u201cWhat makes you think I\u2019d stand a chance against him?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWell, you were always the best shot when we used to practice shooting at them tin cans on the Ponderosa,\u201d cried Seth. \u201cAnd even when doing all those fancy moves I seem to remember none of us ever managed to draw faster than you.\u201d<\/p>\n

Joe turned his head and eyed Seth with bemusement. \u201cBut that was different! We were just having some fun together!\u201d he reminded him. \u201cAnd I weren\u2019t under pressure against no dead killer\u2019s son!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBut you\u2019d be a certainty to beat him Joe!\u201d<\/p>\n

Joe rolled his eyes and fixed his gaze on his friend. \u201cYeah, sure Mitch. Just like you thought you were a certainty when you challenged him,\u201d he commented with a wry smile.<\/p>\n

\u201cNo Joe\u2026I think you could really do it!\u201d Mitch continued persuasively.<\/p>\n

Joe shook his head then something occurred to him. \u201cOkay\u2026.if I did take this Simms fella on, and I\u2019m only saying if!\u201d he warned. \u201cJust how do the three of you intend to lay a bet if you\u2019ve already lost all your money?\u201d<\/p>\n

There was a moment\u2019s silence. \u201cStill got our horses,\u201d Dave suggested. \u201cThey\u2019ve got to be worth more than sufficient collateral.\u201d<\/p>\n

Knowing how much each of his friend\u2019s mounts meant to them Joe widened his eyes with surprise. \u201cBoy\u2026you really are serious about this, aren\u2019t you?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cLike we said Joe, we need to get our money back,\u201d stated Mitch gloomily. \u201cBesides this Simms could do with bringing down a peg or two. I ain\u2019t ever met such a big-headed or nasty individual in all my life.\u201d
\nJoe gave a deep sigh of indecision. He had sympathy for his friends and wanted to help out, but knowing his tight schedule for the afternoon he wasn\u2019t convinced the diversion would fit in with his plans. \u201cI\u2019m not sure fellas\u2026it\u2019s getting late. I really don\u2019t have time for\u2026.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIt ain\u2019t gonna take more than a few minutes to organise,\u201d Dave interrupted, and seeing how Joe was staring over towards his wagon a thought struck him. \u201cAnd win or lose we\u2019d help you load the supplies. Ain\u2019t that right boys?\u201d<\/p>\n

Mitch and Seth nodded in agreement. \u201cSo what do you say Joe? Will you do it?\u201d<\/p>\n

Realising with their assistance he\u2019d have a lot longer time to spend in town, a spark of interest now lit up in Joe\u2019s eyes. \u201cYou sure you\u2019re willing to take the risk? Don\u2019t want the three of you ganging up on me if I get beat.\u201d<\/p>\n

Mitch shook his head. \u201cWe wouldn\u2019t do that Joe. You\u2019re our friend\u2026always have been, always will be, whatever the outcome.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cPlease Joe,\u201d Seth cut in. \u201cJust say you\u2019ll do it…if not for me for Sarah\u2019s sake!\u201d he pleaded as his thoughts once more centred on the latest love of his life.<\/p>\n

Joe hooked both thumbs into the back of his pants and pursed his lips hard as he struck a thoughtful pose. The idea of having a little harmless fun and the chance to show off his shooting skills with his brand new shooter secretly appealed to him, though he knew with certainty his father would never approve or condone such irresponsible showing-off in front of his friends. Nevertheless, it was worth the risk and Pa need never know Joe silently convinced himself, and as a smile slowly appeared on his face he nodded; unable to resist the challenge. \u201cVery well\u2026I\u2019ll do it.\u201d<\/p>\n

Three faces suddenly brightened as Joe then looked about him. \u201cSo where is this sharp-shooter? You sure he ain\u2019t left town already after the warning Adam gave him?\u201d<\/p>\n

Dave shook his head and stared across the street. \u201cSaw him going into the livery a short while ago and he ain\u2019t come out yet.\u201d<\/p>\n

All eyes focused on the stable then as if on cue Simms suddenly appeared leading out his horse. His plan was to head out of town as ordered in daylight then double back during the night to take his revenge on the Virginia City\u2019s lawman. But as he noticed four young men staring towards him he paused and fixed them with an amused grin. \u201cSomething I can do for you?\u201d he asked contemptuously; immediately recognising three of the faces that stared at him with apprehension.<\/p>\n

Licking his lips that had suddenly gone dry, Mitch nodded, pointing over towards his friend. \u201cJoe here just got into town and wants to try his luck against you and give us a chance to win our money back.\u201d<\/p>\n

Simms stared with disdain at the fresh faced young man stood by the wagon who looked even younger than his seventeen years. \u201cThis little runt? Why he\u2019s no more than a child!\u201d he laughed, and dipping his fingers into a pocket pulled out a coin and threw the penny down at Joe\u2019s feet. \u201cHere boy\u2026go buy yourself a lollipop\u2026that\u2019s more your style!\u201d<\/p>\n

Totally ignoring the gesture, Joe tensed as his temper stirred and he fought hard to contain his rage. \u201cI ain\u2019t no boy in knee britches mister,\u201d he said evenly, though barely managing to keep his anger in check as he folded his arms in front of him. \u201cJust give me a chance to prove it.\u201d<\/p>\n

Simms grin faded at Joe\u2019s resolute stance. \u201cYou\u2019ve heard about me and how fast I am with a gun?\u201d<\/p>\n

Joe nodded. \u201cI\u2019ve heard and who your Pa is,\u201d he replied quietly, but with no sign of unease as he held the gunman\u2019s ice-cold gaze. \u201cAnd my challenge still stands.\u201d<\/p>\n

Simms viewed Joe thoughtfully for a brief moment. There was something about his fearlessness and steely eyed expression that fleetingly stirred a memory of another within the gunman\u2019s mind. But too impatient to give it much thought he just flapped his hand dismissively. \u201cWell much as I\u2019d like to give you an opportunity to make a fool of yourself kid, I\u2019m not interested,\u201d he sneered. \u201cSeem to recall your friends here complaining they\u2019d lost all their money this morning betting against me so there ain\u2019t much point.\u201d<\/p>\n

Seth nervously cleared his throat and pointed over towards the hitching post in front of the mercantile. \u201cWe\u2019re willing to put up our horses as security,\u201d he said, looking towards Mitch and Dave who nodded in agreement. \u201cBetween them they\u2019ve got to be worth more than enough.\u201d<\/p>\n

As his eyes drifted towards the three animals standing together Simms shook his head mockingly. \u201cThose nags?\u201d he cried, giving out a disparaging cackle. \u201cI don\u2019t think so! I only deal in hard cash. Besides, you heard what the Sheriff said about shooting matches and I ain\u2019t risking being put in jail for sixty days just for your benefit!\u201d<\/p>\n

Giving them all a look of contempt Simms then began to mount his horse; inwardly pleased to have such reliable witnesses to his leaving town. But as he placed his boot in the stirrup Joe\u2019s voice rang out.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou don\u2019t need to worry about the Sheriff arresting you. He\u2019s my brother.\u201d<\/p>\n

Simms stiffened and returned his foot back on the ground. He now realised why Joe had appeared to be vaguely familiar, and the chance to humiliate the Sheriff\u2019s brother seemed too good an opportunity to miss. However keen not to show too much enthusiasm, he shrugged his shoulders with false disinterest. \u201cSo?\u201d<\/p>\n

Joe gave a thin lipped smile. \u201cSo I\u2019ll make sure Adam doesn\u2019t do anything to you if he finds out,\u201d he told him with certainty. \u201cAnd forget about those horses being used as security. My Pa gave me money for the supplies before I left the ranch so I\u2019ll raise the stake to a hundred dollars\u2026cash!\u201d<\/p>\n

Joe took out his wallet and flashed the dollar bills towards Simms; the currency given to him before he left the Ponderosa to be used as payment to the Mercantile and any remainder to be deposited in the bank.<\/p>\n

Quickly Mitch took hold of Joe\u2019s arm and turned him away from the glaring gaze of Simms. \u201cHey Joe, your Pa is going to be real mad if he finds out you\u2019ve placed his money on a bet,\u201d he told him anxiously.<\/p>\n

Seth smiled bleakly. \u201cYeah, and he\u2019s gonna be even madder if he finds you\u2019ve lost it!\u201d<\/p>\n

Although knowing full well the consequences of his rash offer, Joe stubbornly refused to back down. \u201cThen I\u2019ll just have to make sure he don\u2019t find out and I don\u2019t lose,\u201d he said, though inwardly cursing his impetuous nature and the fact he always did act before letting his brain get into gear.<\/p>\n

\u201cBut Joe, you can\u2019t go through with this. I wouldn\u2019t have asked if I thought you\u2019d get into a whole load of trouble with your Pa because of us.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cMitch is right, Joe,\u201d added Dave. \u201cLet\u2019s call if off now before it\u2019s too late. After all we got ourselves into this mess\u2026.it\u2019s got nothing to do with you.\u201d<\/p>\n

Joe shook his head decisively. \u201cMaybe not\u2026.but I\u2019ve made it my business so don\u2019t you worry about me. I\u2019ll deal with Pa if and when I have to.\u201d Then he turned and his gaze fixed once more on the gunslinger. \u201cSo how about it Simms? You willing to take me up on my challenge?\u201d<\/p>\n

The gunman smiled. This was like taking candy from a baby. \u201cGonna be the easiest hundred dollars I ever made,\u201d he smirked, and without further comment, tethered his horse and walked towards the rear of the mercantile; four pairs of eyes watching him closely.<\/p>\n

Knowing Joe\u2019s mind was made up, Mitch shook his head as he looked back at his friend. \u201cYou\u2019re just plumb crazy Cartwright. You know that, don\u2019t you?\u201d<\/p>\n

Joe shrugged. \u201cSo what\u2019s new?\u201d he quipped nonchalantly. \u201cBut let\u2019s get off the street before we draw too much attention to ourselves. Can\u2019t risk elder brother seeing us and interfering until I\u2019ve had the chance to win you your money back. And if I beat Simms, I don\u2019t want the Ponderosa getting wind of what I\u2019ve done, so you say nothing to no one. Okay?\u201d<\/p>\n

Three heads nodded. \u201cSure Joe. But what if you lose?\u201d asked Dave.<\/p>\n

\u201cIf I lose?\u201d Joe paused for a moment as he stared up the street towards the Sheriff\u2019s office and thought on its sole occupant. \u201cIf I lose, then being one hundred dollars short for the supplies, I figure they\u2019ll find out soon enough.\u201d<\/p>\n

He gave a slight shudder at the thought then forcing out a smile, led his friends out of sight of the main thoroughfare to where Simms was waiting, with a look of superior contempt flittering across his face.<\/p>\n

Dave immediately picked up two empty bottles from the floor and placed them a couple of feet apart on top of the crates; just as had been done for every shooting contest that morning. And knowing the procedure, the two contestants lined up opposite their respective targets as Mitch moved to the side.<\/p>\n

He eyed them both carefully for a few moments till they\u2019d settled. \u201cYou ready? I\u2019m gonna count to three.\u201d<\/p>\n

Joe and Elliot nodded; both standing motionless and the only thing moving was the muscular twitch at the side of the older man\u2019s mouth.<\/p>\n

\u201cOne. Two. Three\u2026Fire!\u201d<\/p>\n

Both drew their guns simultaneously before the sound of Mitch\u2019s command had died away; once again Elliot performing with the same deadly speed and accuracy, as he\u2019d shown all morning, as he sent a single bullet slamming into his designated bottle within the blinking of an eye.<\/p>\n

However, to his amazement and enragement, even the over confident gunman couldn\u2019t help but realise his opponent\u2019s target had already disintegrated into a myriad pieces a millisecond earlier; the fraction of time making all the difference between victor and vanquished.<\/p>\n

As Joe let his gun slip back for a brief moment there was a deathly hush then a loud whoop. \u201cYou did it, Joe! You\u2019ve only gone and beat him!\u201d Seth cried out excitedly.<\/p>\n

In total disbelief, Simms eyed them all as his face flushed with rage. \u201cYou must have pulled out your gun too early,\u201d he insisted angrily as he slammed his own weapon down hard into its holster. \u201cI want a rematch.\u201d<\/p>\n

Ignoring the false accusation and careful not to antagonise him unnecessarily, Joe\u2019s face displayed no sign of triumph. \u201cI won fair and square so just give me my winnings and then we\u2019ll be on our way.\u201d<\/p>\n

Elliot\u2019s eyes glazed with fury. \u201cI\u2019m telling you I demand another shoot out kid!\u201d he yelled irately. \u201cNo one beats me\u2026.no one! I\u2019ll even raise the stake another hundred dollars.\u201d<\/p>\n

Again, Joe shook his head, still keeping his face impassive as he held out his hand. \u201cNo rematch. I won. You lost. End of story. So just give me my money, Simms, as agreed.\u201d<\/p>\n

The atmosphere was suddenly electric as a twitch appeared again in the corner of Elliot\u2019s mouth, curling his lip into an uncontrolled sneer, and his hand lowered towards his holster as though about to draw out his gun. But, in an instant Mitch pulled out his pistol and pointed it towards him. \u201cEasy Simms, we don\u2019t want any bloodshed.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s right, Simms. Just pay up,\u201d Dave ordered, as his gun also appeared in his hand. \u201cAnd then get out of town. Otherwise, we may just have to let everyone know your precious reputation as the fastest gun ain\u2019t as accurate as you claim!\u201d<\/p>\n

As Dave\u2019s words sank home, Elliot stood frozen with his fingers inches from the butt of his gun, then slowly realising he was outnumbered and had no choice, he raised his hand and dug out his wallet from the inside of his jacket.<\/p>\n

Counting out the amount owed, Elliot threw the dollar bills onto the ground in front of Joe\u2019s feet. \u201cYou ain\u2019t heard the last of this, kid,\u201d he spat and then turning sharply on his heels pushed his way between Dave and Seth, and moments later could be seen galloping his horse hard down the main street and out of town.<\/p>\n

There was a loud combined sigh of relief as Dave and Mitch re-holstered their guns. \u201cBetter watch your back, Joe. That fella\u2019s the type to bear a grudge and looks like you just made yourself an enemy!\u201d<\/p>\n

Although feeling a little weak in the knees Joe picked up the money and shook his head reassuringly. \u201cDon\u2019t think we\u2019ll see Simms again Mitch. He won\u2019t want to risk being exposed as a loser and with any luck, he\u2019ll be half way to Carson City before he draws breath.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI hope you\u2019re right.\u201d<\/p>\n

Joe gave him a friendly slap on the back. \u201cStop worrying, Mitch, he\u2019s long gone,\u201d he stated again with new found confidence, and then flashing the dollar bills in his hand beamed a smile to his three friends. \u201cNow, how much did you all lose?\u201d<\/p>\n

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

Afternoon had begun to melt into early evening, and after been given the promised help to load the supplies and then carrying out all his chores, Joe had a fair amount of time to kill before he was due to return to the ranch. Whistling contentedly to himself, he sauntered down the main street to meet up with his friends as arranged, eventually arriving at the Silver Dollar where the sound of raucous laughter and a tinkling piano filtered from within.<\/p>\n

Eager to have the beer he\u2019d promised himself, plus a couple of hands of poker now made feasible from the cash left over from Simms\u2019 bet, Joe placed his hand on the batwing door and was just about to enter the saloon when his eyes fixed on a building across the street. He paused for a moment and as a soft smile flittered across his face, without a backward glance he turned and struck out in the direction of the Virginia City jailhouse instead.<\/p>\n

Not bothering to knock, Joe pushed open the door, and to his surprise was greeted with the sight of a much loved figure sitting behind the desk and the lethal eye of a six-gun pointing directly towards him. \u201cWhoa Sheriff!\u201d he exclaimed, feigning fear as he raised his arms in mock surrender. \u201cDon\u2019t shoot! Don\u2019t shoot! I\u2019ll give myself up without a fight!\u201d<\/p>\n

Grim faced and obviously on edge, Adam\u2019s relief was obvious as he breathed out heavily and eased his Colt back into its holster. \u201cSorry Joe, but you gave me a start barging in like that,\u201d he admitted, then grinned, genuinely happy and delighted by the appearance of his brother. \u201cHey, but it\u2019s good to see you buddy. What you doing in town today?\u201d<\/p>\n

Joe closed the door behind him and plonked down heavily in a chair at the side of the desk; dropping his Stetson onto the floor by his feet. \u201cCame in to collect the supplies,\u201d he replied as he ran a hand through his hair, and an equally warm expression flashed across his face. \u201cAnd seeing as you ain\u2019t been to visit us since you moved in here, I thought I\u2019d come see you before I forgot what you looked like. You know, same as that Mohammed fella visiting the mountain \u2018cause the mountain wouldn\u2019t visit him tale you used to spout when I was little.\u201d<\/p>\n

Adam widened his eyes with mock surprise. \u201cAnd there I was thinking you never listened to a word I said.\u201d<\/p>\n

Joe reacted as Adam expected, making a face towards him before taking in his surroundings. He gave out a long whistle. \u201cYou certainly know how to live in luxury, don\u2019t you brother,\u201d he chuckled, a little mischievously as he stared around the sparsely furnished office. \u201cGuess the Ponderosa doesn\u2019t hold a candle to this little palace, and we\u2019re going to have trouble prising you away from here once Roy gets back.\u201d<\/p>\n

Adam followed his gaze and shook his head with a sigh. \u201cMaybe I\u2019m getting old, but believe me Joe, the sooner I return to the ranch the better. There\u2019s more draft holes and leaks in this building than a ten year old line cabin and as for having a good night\u2019s rest in one of those cells\u2026.well lets just say I\u2019ve slept better when camping out on the trail,\u201d he admitted, surprised by the note of bitterness in his voice.<\/p>\n

Joe smiled at his weary looking brother for a few moments, deriving some childish pleasure at his pitiful plight. \u201cWell, nobody twisted your arm to take on this job of Sheriff, so as that saying goes, you\u2019ve made your bed, now lie in it.\u201d<\/p>\n

Although accepting the truth of his words, uncharacteristically Adam suddenly poked out his tongue like a petulant five year old and at the sight Joe immediately burst out laughing; his contagious giggle soon drawing Adam in to such an extent, although they weren\u2019t really sure what they were laughing at neither were able to stop, as each felt their ribs ache from the effort and tears of mirth ran down their cheeks.<\/p>\n

Eventually after several minutes, the pair managed to calm down. Adam wiped a sleeve across his eyes. \u201cSure have missed having you around little brother. I haven\u2019t laughed so much in a long time.\u201d<\/p>\n

Joe grinned. \u201cMe neither. And not that I want you to feel pressured into leaving these lavish and impressive surroundings,\u201d he added, with a touch of irony. \u201cBut is there any sign of Roy returning soon?\u201d<\/p>\n

Adam reached into a drawer and pulled out a telegram. \u201cThis arrived about an hour ago,\u201d he said, with a smile as he passed it over.<\/p>\n

Joe quickly scanned the message from Iowa. \u201cSo Roy\u2019s hoping to be back by the end of this week? Pa sure will be mighty pleased to hear that, and it\u2019s about time you came home to do some honest work for a change,\u201d he joked, inwardly elated about Adam\u2019s imminent return as he passed it back. For despite his overbearing manner, being the cause of conflict between them both at times, Joe had missed his elder brother more than he ever thought possible; though he sure as hell wasn\u2019t going to admit it to him or anyone else!<\/p>\n

Once again in a contented and relaxed mood, Adam clasped his hands behind his head and in the silence that settled between them, watched happily as Joe began to flick his way through a pile of wanted posters that were stacked neatly in front of him. But, after a few seconds he glanced up; his cheerful demeanour suddenly more serious. \u201cCouldn\u2019t help but notice you were a bit on edge when I came in, Adam. Got anything to do with Elliot Simms?\u201d he asked, already guessing the answer.<\/p>\n

Nodding his head Adam raised a questioning eyebrow. \u201cHow\u2019d you know about Simms?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOh\u2026I bumped into Mitch and the gang and they told me you\u2019d had a run in with him,\u201d Joe answered though purposefully failing to disclose details of his own meeting with the gunslinger.<\/p>\n

Adam stood up and moved towards a lighted stove set in the corner of the room. \u201cI told Simms to get out of town before nightfall, but I don\u2019t trust him an inch,\u201d he admitted as he poured out two drinks from a coffee pot and offered one to his brother. \u201cHe\u2019s a natural born killer, and I could tell he wasn\u2019t the type of man to take orders, no matter who gave them, and fully expect him to come bursting in here at any moment all guns blazing.\u201d<\/p>\n

Accepting his drink, Joe gave a grateful nod, and cradled his mug as a smile of reassurance formed on his face. \u201cWell, you can breathe easy now, Adam. We saw Simms leave town a couple of hours ago, and he\u2019s bound to be miles away by now.\u201d<\/p>\n

His relief was obvious as he returned to his seat, but still Adam frowned in puzzlement as he inhaled the coffee\u2019s dark aroma, then sipped at the hot liquid. His eyes narrowed in concentration, as he stared thoughtfully at his drink. \u201cFunny, but I thought he\u2019d put up more of a fuss before he left. He\u2019s as evil natured as his father ever was and trouble\u2026big trouble Joe. I\u2019m just thankful you weren\u2019t stupid enough to be drawn into one of his shooting matches like Mitch and half the citizens of Virginia City.\u201d<\/p>\n

Doing his best to act casual as his raised mug suddenly halted in mid-air, Joe said nothing; just thankful Adam\u2019s gaze was elsewhere, as he felt his face reddening with a slight degree of discomfort. He then took a long swallow of his drink and returned to scanning the wanted posters.<\/p>\n

\u201cSo little brother, how come you\u2019re collecting the supplies today?\u201d Adam finally asked, as he looked back towards him. \u201cNot that I\u2019m not pleased to see you, but I was expecting to see Hoss again. There\u2019s nothing wrong with him, is there?\u201d<\/p>\n

Glad of the change of subject, Joe pushed the posters aside. \u201cNo he\u2019s fine and still eating like a winter starved grizzly.\u201d<\/p>\n

Adam smiled. \u201cSome things never change.\u201d<\/p>\n

Joe nodded in agreement.<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd what about Pa? Is he managing to keep you and big brother under some sort of control in my absence?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cPa\u2019s fine as well, though he sure was missing you this morning when he suddenly realised he\u2019d have to sit down and start on those monthly accounts,\u201d Joe chuckled at the memory. \u201cWas like a bear with a sore head all through breakfast.\u201d<\/p>\n

A smile flickered at the corner of Adam\u2019s mouth. \u201cThat definitely sounds like his reaction when it comes to anything to do with book-keeping. And everything else is okay? No problems on the ranch?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNothing for your old head to worry about,\u201d Joe answered, but that didn\u2019t stop the two brothers chatting away convivially for several more minutes, as they exchanged news about the Ponderosa and Virginia City.<\/p>\n

Finally, after draining the last of his third cup of coffee, Joe placed his empty cup down. \u201cSorry Adam, but I\u2019m going to have to make a move,\u201d he reluctantly told him. \u201cI arranged to meet up with Mitch and the gang for a couple of beers before I head off back to the ranch.\u201d<\/p>\n

Although disappointed to be losing his company, with a nod of understanding, Adam scraped back his chair and walked around the desk where he leaned down and picked up Joe\u2019s hat, brushing off the trail dust before handing it over. \u201cJust make sure it is only a couple,\u201d he advised with concern, as Joe pushed the Stetson down onto his head with a thankful smile. \u201cI don\u2019t want to have to arrest my own brother for disturbing the peace.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cGuess you must be getting old, Adam. You\u2019re sounding more like Pa than Pa,\u201d Joe responded with a laugh as he walked towards the door.<\/p>\n

Adam chuckled as he followed, playfully swatting his brother on the backside. \u201cNow you have depressed me\u2026.but seriously Joe\u2026.just watch yourself and stay out of trouble.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cDon\u2019t you worry, Sheriff, I\u2019ve already been given that lecture,\u201d Joe told him, with a grin as they went outside, but after gazing up into the darkening sky of dusk for a few moments, he gave Adam a quick glance. \u201cI didn\u2019t realise it was this late so I reckon those beers will have to wait for another day. Pa will only worry if I don\u2019t get home in time for dinner.\u201d<\/p>\n

Suddenly struck by his remark, Adam looked over incredulously. \u201cThis is my little brother talking, and not some imposter?\u201d he queried with a smile. \u201cSince when have you worried about Pa worrying about you?\u201d<\/p>\n

As Joe\u2019s grin faded, he eyed Adam hesitatingly for a moment as though not sure whether to confide in him. But, as his brother continued to stare at him expectantly, Joe knew he had no choice. \u201cSince he gave me this,\u201d he admitted quietly, as he tapped a finger pointedly on the butt of his holstered pistol. \u201cI\u2019m sure Pa still thinks of me as a kid, and don\u2019t trust me to reach 18 now he\u2019s allowed me to carry a gun. Reckon he expects I\u2019m gonna get called out and drawn into a meaningless gunfight, on main street, at the first opportunity. Why else do you think he\u2019s always found an excuse to send Hoss in for the supplies instead of me, over the past weeks?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBut that\u2019s nonsense, Joe. We all know you\u2019d never use your gun in such a senseless way. \u2018Sides, Pa\u2019s let you come into town today, hasn\u2019t he?\u201d<\/p>\n

Joe gave a humph of doubt as he shot his brother a frustrated glance. \u201cYeah\u2026but I reckon it\u2019s only \u2018cause Hoss somehow managed to persuade him to let me have a change of scene for once,\u201d he grumbled, shifting his feet tensely. \u201cI bet Pa\u2019s been on tenterhooks ever since I left the ranch, wondering what bother I\u2019ve got myself in. That\u2019s why I don\u2019t want to be in his bad books by being late and giving him an excuse not to let me out of his sight again.\u201d<\/p>\n

Adam eyed him sympathetically. \u201cBut you can\u2019t blame Pa for being over cautious and protective of you Joe. Remember how he tried to stop me, when I told him I wanted to take on this job? He manages to see danger on every corner when it comes to you, me and Hoss, no matter what age we are. That\u2019s just the way he\u2019s always been and always will be. That\u2019s why Pa is\u2026well Pa!\u201d<\/p>\n

Joe\u2019s eyes softened as his thoughts lingered on his father. \u201cI suppose so,\u201d he said without hesitation then gave a wistful sigh. \u201cBut I sure wish he\u2019d\u2026.\u201d<\/p>\n

Knowing patience was not a virtue his little brother had in fistfuls, Adam gave a kindly smile as he interrupted. \u201cJust give Pa time to get used to the idea his baby is a grown man and can be trusted to behave as such,\u201d he advised knowingly. \u201cHe\u2019ll come round eventually.\u201d<\/p>\n

Joe\u2019s face took on a hopeful cast. \u201cYou really think so, Adam?\u201d<\/p>\n

Adam nodded; his reply reassuring. \u201cI guarantee it.\u201d<\/p>\n

Taking a deep breath, Joe let the air out slowly. \u201cWell at least I haven\u2019t thrown a hissy fit lately, so that might help persuade Pa I can be let out on my own without him worrying.\u201d<\/p>\n

As his heart went out to him, Adam suddenly saw Joe in a totally different light. \u201cYou know, little brother, something tells me you\u2019ve developed a new found maturity and have grown up a pace since I\u2019ve been away,\u201d he acknowledged as he reached over and placed a hand around Joe\u2019s neck and gave an affectionate squeeze. \u201cTell you what. If Pa\u2019s still showing no sign of easing up on you after I get back, I\u2019ll talk him round for as long as it takes to see reason. That\u2019s a promise.\u201d<\/p>\n

After giving a silent nod of gratitude, Joe lowered his gaze, unable to look Adam in the eye any longer as his thoughts returned to the secretively arranged shooting match with Simms, and his recklessness with the Ponderosa\u2019s money. Hardly the behaviour of a mature grown-up Joe silently pondered, suddenly feeling shame at his irresponsible action, and undeserving of his brother\u2019s compliment and compassion.<\/p>\n

He\u2019d been taught from an early age honesty within the family was everything, and unable to keep the lie to himself any longer, Joe knew what he had to do. He swallowed hard in preparation for coming clean about the afternoon\u2019s events, even though he knew the details would soon get back to the Ponderosa, and be all the justification his father needed, to keep him tied to the ranch indefinitely. \u201cAdam\u2026.there\u2019s something you need to\u2026.\u201d<\/p>\n

The words had barely left Joe\u2019s lips when a loud scream made the brothers turn their heads in unison towards the unmistakable clatter of furniture being thrown around in the Silver Dollar saloon. Two men suddenly tumbled out through the swing doors, and in front of an audience of cheering miners who\u2019d followed them out to watch, they began to have a heated fist fight in the street.<\/p>\n

Adam let out a long sigh. \u201cSorry Joe\u2026.duty calls,\u201d he said, giving over an apologetic grin at the interruption. \u201cWhatever you were going to tell me, can it wait a few days till I get back to the ranch?\u201d<\/p>\n

Joe reluctantly nodded. \u201cYeah sure. It can wait.\u201d<\/p>\n

Although not entirely convinced by his reply, Adam didn\u2019t have time to dispute it, as he gently brushed a hand across Joe\u2019s arm. \u201cGood, then you better head off home and I\u2019ll see you at the end of the week. Just be sure to tell Hop Sing to get the fatter calf prepared for the Prodigal Son\u2019s return.\u201d<\/p>\n

Joe forced over a grin of cheerfulness at his joke. \u201cI\u2019ll do that, Adam. And I\u2019ll make sure Hoss doesn\u2019t start without you,\u201d he added. \u201cOtherwise all you\u2019ll be chewing is sinew and bone!\u201d<\/p>\n

With a laugh, Adam gave a farewell wave, and for a few moments Joe watched with admiration and awe, as the Virginia City Sheriff showing no fear pulled the brawling miners apart, and acting as peacekeeper, with diplomatic ease ushered them and the small crowd of onlookers back into the saloon and disappeared from sight.<\/p>\n

With quiet once more restored, Joe re-set his hat then reluctantly walked in the direction of the mercantile where the supplies awaited his collection. He climbed aboard the wagon deep in thought; unable to believe how immature and stupid he\u2019d been, as he recalled his impulsive rashness to show-off his shooting skills against a known gunman, and risking the Ponderosa\u2019s money on a bet.<\/p>\n

Time I grow\u2019d up, and quick, he decided and slowly his face lightened as a great determination swelled within him. Why wait for Adam\u2019s return to admit his foolhardy behaviour? Instead he\u2019d face his father like a man and get it over and done with the minute he got home.<\/p>\n

Yet Joe couldn\u2019t stop his thoughts lingering on the Silver Dollar saloon and other less salubrious establishments he\u2019d heard about, all situated in the back streets of Virginia City. He groaned aloud, knowing once his Pa heard his confession, it would probably be a very long time before he\u2019d be allowed back into town again and given the chance to sample their hidden delights.<\/p>\n

But though his stomach churned nervously at what he had to do, unexpectedly Joe\u2019s boyishly handsome face suddenly relaxed as a thought came to him. If ever I needed a couple of beers it\u2019s tonight\u2026.and not just a couple\u2026.several, he murmured to himself with a wry chuckle, and slapping the reins of the two horse team headed out of town in the direction of the Ponderosa; the young man resigned to his fate.<\/p>\n

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

Ben Cartwright not only felt worried, but looked worried as he stared over the top of his newspaper towards the clock for the umpteenth time, and shook his head. Only five minutes had passed since the last time he\u2019d checked, but it felt more like five hours.<\/p>\n

Why was he so late? He\u2019d expected Joe back well before dinner, would have even excused him arriving during dinner, but several hours after dinner? Ben frowned for a moment, straining to hear the familiar sound of a wagon being pulled into the yard. But to his disappointment there was nothing except the thud of footsteps coming from the direction of the kitchen.<\/p>\n

\u201cPa? You want somethin\u2019 to eat?\u201d Hoss asked as he appeared with a piece of apple pie on a plate. \u201cThere\u2019s still a couple of slices left.\u201d<\/p>\n

Ben just shook his head, as Hoss settled himself on the settee and began to devour his supper, though all the time glancing covertly towards his father, who had buried his head again behind his newspaper. He could see he looked anxious and knew exactly the reason why. The same reason he\u2019d had a worried look on his face most of the day. Joe!<\/p>\n

There was silence for a while, then scraping the last morsel noisily from his plate onto his spoon, Hoss swallowed it down. \u201cThat sure was tasty. Good to know Hop Sing ain\u2019t lost his touch,\u201d he proclaimed with a contented sigh, trying to lighten the tense atmosphere.<\/p>\n

Suddenly Ben stared over towards the front door. \u201cWhat was that? Did you hear something Hoss?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cLike what Pa?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOh, I thought I heard horses and a wagon,\u201d Ben admitted, and as a fresh sense of foreboding filled him, he threw the paper down onto the coffee table in a jumbled heap. \u201cWhere in tarnation is your brother Hoss? I should never have agreed to let him go to town alone. I just knew something would happen!\u201d<\/p>\n

Hoss placed his plate down. \u201cNow Pa, calm down. You\u2019ve got no proof anythin\u2019s happened to Joe. No proof at all.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWell then where is he? That boy is going to be the death of me and no mistake!\u201d Ben cried; the troubled lines on his forehead testament to the anxiety he was feeling. \u201cI specifically remember telling him to be back before dark.\u201d<\/p>\n

Hoss\u2019 mind raced as he frantically tried to find a plausible explanation to appease his father. \u201cWell Pa, to be honest, you didn\u2019t actually say Joe had to be back before dark,\u201d he finally answered. \u201cAll you told him was he could have two beers only at the saloon once he\u2019d loaded the wagon. And knowin\u2019 how little brother tends to turn instructions round at times to suit his own needs\u2026well I reckon he\u2019s just let those two beers last a whole lot longer than we\u2019d have thought possible.\u201d<\/p>\n

Ben eyed Hoss thoughtfully, realising he had a valid point which hadn\u2019t occurred to him. \u201cYou really think that\u2019s what\u2019s happened?\u201d<\/p>\n

Hoss nodded his head reassuringly. \u201cI\u2019m positive. \u2018Sides, don\u2019t you think if anythin\u2019 bad had gone on in town we\u2019d have known by now? I can guarantee Adam would have sent us a message straightaway.\u201d<\/p>\n

Ben eased himself back into his chair. \u201cOf course, I\u2019d forgotten about Adam. He\u2019d be around to keep an eye on Joe\u2026take care of him\u2026\u201d he muttered distractedly.<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd you know how Little Joe likes to talk the hind legs of a donkey when the fit takes him,\u201d Hoss cut in. \u201cI wouldn\u2019t be surprised if them two brothers of mine didn\u2019t end up together chatting all night in that there jailhouse, considerin\u2019 they ain\u2019t seen each other for over a month.\u201d<\/p>\n

Ben heaved a sigh, as a look of relief finally began to appear on his face. \u201cYes, you\u2019re right, Hoss. Why didn\u2019t I think of that?\u201d<\/p>\n

However Ben\u2019s expression still showed one of mild annoyance; the look all three Cartwright boys had grown to recognise over the years. \u201cBut it doesn\u2019t mean Joseph won\u2019t be getting a piece of my mind when he returns tomorrow. In fact I\u2019ve a good mind to go into town first thing and drag that boy back by his ear if necessary.\u201d<\/p>\n

Hoss\u2019 face lit up as he beamed a broad smile. \u201cWouldn\u2019t expect nothin\u2019 less from you, Pa,\u201d he chuckled. \u201cAnd I can assure you I\u2019ll be by your side to put in my two cents worth as well, seeing as I had to do double amount of chores tonight!\u201d<\/p>\n

Suddenly, the clock began to chime, and with the lateness of the hour Hoss stretched out his arms before giving his face a gentle rub. \u201cIts way past bedtime so if we\u2019re fixin\u2019 on making an early start, I think I\u2019ll head upstairs now, if it\u2019s all right with you, Pa.\u201d<\/p>\n

Ben\u2019s eyes filled with tenderness towards the big man. \u201cOf course son\u2026.you get yourself off. I won\u2019t be long following.\u201d<\/p>\n

Hoss nodded and quickly disappeared towards his room. And as the sound of his bedroom door closing wafted down to him, Ben sat for a few moments, taking himself to task for being over-protective and worrying over nothing about his youngest son. But still, he couldn\u2019t shake off a slight niggling worry and with a deep sigh pushed himself up off his chair, and after turning down the oil lamps which illuminated the large living room, retired to bed.<\/p>\n

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

At the same time as his father made his way up the stairs, Adam was carrying out his last duty of the day, as he patrolled the near deserted streets of Virginia City.<\/p>\n

All was quiet in the town, and eventually nearing the end of his rounds he paused in front of the silent Silver Dollar saloon, taking a moment to stare up at a beautiful star splattered sky as he gave a loud yawn. Shivering in the cold air of night, Adam glanced up and down the road swathed in the silvery glare of a full moon; only the occasional yap of a dog in the distance breaking the eerie silence.<\/p>\n

Just another four nights to go, he thought happily to himself, as he imagined sitting again in front of a blazing fire on the Ponderosa, sipping a glass of his Pa\u2019s best brandy, after consuming one of Hop Sing\u2019s delicious dinners. How he\u2019d missed such simple pleasures over the past weeks.<\/p>\n

Finally, deciding to call it a night, he began to walk across the street towards his temporary home, but as he reached the jailhouse Adam stopped still, thinking he heard the faint creak of a floorboard under heavy pressure. With the fingers on his right hand unconsciously flexing above his holster, he peered into the darkness for a few moments, but with no further sign or indication of another\u2019s presence, he silently kicked himself for being paranoid and over cautious, as he opened the office door.<\/p>\n

The room was dark when he entered, so straightway Adam made for an oil lamp on the desk. Pulling out a match from his pocket he was just about to strike it, when there was a sudden rush of movement from outside. He began to turn towards the noise, but before he had chance to react, the butt of a six-gun came down hard across the flat crown of his hat, and as his Stetson fell away and with barely a moan escaping from his lips, Adam was unconscious before his body hit the floor<\/p>\n

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

Dawn was breaking, and as the sun peeped above the high ridges of the Sierra\u2019s, consciousness finally returned to the Virginia City Sheriff.<\/p>\n

Struggling back to his senses and lying face down on the ground with his throat dry, Adam tasted dust clinging to the insides of his mouth and as he spit out the dirt, he suddenly realised tight bindings secured his wrists and feet. Confused as to why he was in such a position, for a brief moment, Adam wondered if he was in the middle of an elaborate dream, or more likely a nightmare. But slowly as his mind cleared, he remembered all too well what had happened; he\u2019d been about to light a lamp\u2026had heard a noise\u2026.then everything went black.<\/p>\n

Adam turned his head sideways in an attempt to make sense of his surroundings, and could see he was lying at the edge of a large clearing, and making out a recognisable outcrop of rocks in the far distance, worked out immediately he was a mile or so off the main road from Virginia City towards the Ponderosa ranch. He frowned, wondering why he\u2019d been brought to this location and by whom, though he had a good idea. So when he turned his head in the other direction and focused his gaze, he was not truly surprised to be greeted by the sound of an unwelcomed yet familiar mocking voice taunting him.<\/p>\n

\u201c\u2019Bout time you came round, Sheriff. Began to wonder if I\u2019d hit you too hard.\u201d<\/p>\n

Adam\u2019s stared at a man sipping coffee by a small campfire a few yards away. \u201cI thought I\u2019d seen the last of you, Simms,\u201d he murmured, angry at himself for allowing the gunman to take him captive so easily. \u201cLooks like I was wrong.\u201d<\/p>\n

Throwing the remainder of his drink to dowse the flames, Elliot Simms dropped his cup then walked over and pushed a boot hard under Adam\u2019s chest, turning him onto his back and staring down at him with the cruellest of smiles across his face. \u201cYep, you\u2019re wrong, Sheriff. See I\u2019ve got a score to settle with you. Don\u2019t take kindly to being humiliated in public by no man\u2026not even a lawman.\u201d<\/p>\n

Simms squatted down and with an evil looking grin, took hold of the sheriff\u2019s badge on Adam\u2019s jacket and pulled it off. \u201cAlways wanted one of these as a souvenir and seeing as you\u2019re not gonna miss it after today\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

He chuckled ominously as he pinned it on his chest.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat\u2019s your game, Simms?\u201d Adam asked, swallowing down the bile of trepidation that drifted upwards in his throat. \u201cIf you\u2019re so intent on killing me you could have done it last night in town. Why risk being seen and drag me all the way out here?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOh I thought I\u2019d have me a little fun first, before I left the area and sent you to your maker. Reckon you owe me that much, Sheriff,\u201d he said, as his strong arms closed about Adam\u2019s upper body and hauled him into a sitting position; Simms allowing his prisoner\u2019s back to rest on a large flat-sided boulder.<\/p>\n

\u201cComfortable?\u201d he then sneered. \u201cWouldn\u2019t want you to miss out on a good view of proceedings.\u201d He began to laugh, and as he strode over to the far side of the clearing, Adam watched Simms squat down again in front of another figure secured by a length of rope to the wheel of a wagon; a kerchief tied tight across his mouth and another covering his eyes.<\/p>\n

Recognising him immediately, Adam swore under his breath. For he was the last person he\u2019d expected to see, as Simms removed the gag and blindfold from around his little brother\u2019s head with a brutal yank. \u201cOur audience has woken up at last kid, so you better be ready to put on a show once I\u2019ve saddled up. Don\u2019t aim to stick around any longer than I have to, once I\u2019ve finished.\u201d<\/p>\n

Without waiting for an answer, the gunman walked over to his horse which stood tethered several yards away alongside the Ponderosa\u2019s harness team. Joe slowly opened his eyes, blinking painfully in the bright light of morning and staring about uneasily, in an obvious daze of bewilderment and pain.<\/p>\n

Adam suddenly felt physically sick at the sight of his brother; the bruises and cuts covering Joe\u2019s face, dried blood rimming his mouth and down the front of his jacket and shirt, a sure indication of the fight he\u2019d put up against Simms\u2019 sheer brute force, while being overwhelmed and subsequently beaten up by the gunman.<\/p>\n

Unclear as to the reasons why he\u2019d been taken hostage and treated in such a callous way, a feeling of foreboding churned Adam\u2019s insides. Joe focused his gaze and looked over with bleary, red-rimmed eyes, suddenly noticing him and his expression of uncertainty quickly replaced by a brief smile of relief. \u201cAdam? Am I glad to see you, but how\u2019d you get here?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSimms jumped me in town\u2026knocked me out cold. Guessing he hog-tied me to his horse and brought me here last night.\u201d Adam then paused worriedly. \u201cBut are you all right Joe? You sure don\u2019t look it.\u201d<\/p>\n

With his battered face seamed with strain, Joe put on a brave front. \u201cI\u2019m fine. Just a little tender in places,\u201d he said, wincing slightly from the beating he\u2019d taken, and deliberately trying to keep from coughing; knowing the pain it would cause as he felt the soreness from his aching ribs.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou up to telling me what happened?\u201d<\/p>\n

Joe grimaced slightly and licked his dry lips. \u201cGot ambushed up on the high road just after I\u2019d left town, and Simms forced me to drive the wagon to this spot,\u201d he answered, a little shakily, his eyes flashing with a mix of anger and fear at the recollection. \u201cI tried to fight him off and get away but got pistol-whipped and beaten up for my trouble. Must have lost consciousness, \u2018cause the next thing I remember is waking up and finding myself tied up like a trussed up chicken.\u201d<\/p>\n

Adam\u2019s lips twisted momentarily into a wry grin. \u201cIt would seem our Mr Simms has had a busy night,\u201d he concluded, with grim humour. Then in an attempt to provide encouragement and hope he continued. \u201cBut don\u2019t worry too much, little brother. Everything\u2019s going to work out just fine.\u201d<\/p>\n

There was a distinct silence for a moment as Adam was met with a stony eyed stare; the look on Joe\u2019s face clearly indicating he didn\u2019t believe him, and knew exactly the dire situation they were both in. \u201cDamn it, Adam, I\u2019m not stupid, and you don\u2019t have to make up a story just to make me feel better like you used to do. It\u2019s pretty obvious the position we\u2019re in and everything\u2019s far from fine.\u201d<\/p>\n

A flicker of a rueful smile played at the corner of Adam\u2019s mouth. \u201cSorry Joe\u2026old habit I guess.\u201d<\/p>\n

Accepting his apology with a quick nod, Joe turned his head to stare rather fixedly in the gunman\u2019s direction. \u201cSo what do we do now, Adam?\u201d he asked in a quieter tone, as he watched Simms continue to water and saddle his horse without giving his captives a backward glance; seemingly secure in the knowledge they weren\u2019t going anywhere fast.<\/p>\n

With his head still aching from the hard blow he\u2019d received, Adam took a few deep breaths to clear his mind further and think on any options available. As eldest, he\u2019d always been the one guaranteed and expected to come up with a solution to any problem on the ranch, but this time, he feared he\u2019d have to admit, he didn\u2019t have an answer. However, never one to give up easy, he started to try and break free, by pulling and straining again at the leather thong stretched taut around his wrists and the rope which secured his arms around his back.<\/p>\n

Joe saw what he was doing and immediately followed his lead, but after a short while of struggling, it was obvious to both of them, the knots were far too tight and they reluctantly gave up with a combined groan of defeat.<\/p>\n

Joe emitted a heartfelt sigh of inevitability. \u201cYou reckon Simms is gonna kill us both Adam?\u201d<\/p>\n

Adam said nothing, the grim expression on his face, enough to give Joe his answer.<\/p>\n

Simms came back into view, grinning widely as he checked his gun before thrusting it back into its holster. Grasping the chance to reason with the half-crazed gunman for his brother\u2019s sake if nothing else, Adam stared pointedly at him. \u201cWhy don\u2019t you let Joe go free before things get out of hand,\u201d he pleaded, moderating his tone in order to try and make Simms see the sense of his request. \u201cHe\u2019s done nothing to you. Your fight is with me not him.\u201d<\/p>\n

The gunman widened his cold grey eyes. \u201cDone nothing to me, Sheriff?\u201d he answered; his voice laced with an undeniable deadly undertone. \u201cYou mean you don\u2019t know about the little encounter me and your brother here had yesterday?\u201d<\/p>\n

Adam shook his head warily. As far as he knew, Joe hadn\u2019t met Simms and had only seen him when he was leaving town. \u201cJoe? What\u2019s he talking about?\u201d<\/p>\n

Joe gnawed nervously at his lower lip, as Adam stared over at the bruised and battered face again. \u201cI took him on in a shooting match, when I first arrived in town, before I came to see you,\u201d Joe admitted guardedly. \u201cAnd\u2026.\u201d<\/p>\n

As he paused for a moment Adam continued to look over in mounting confusion. \u201cAnd what?\u201d<\/p>\n

Joe\u2019s eyes flickered to the gunman and then back before he answered. \u201cI beat him, Adam. I\u2019m sorry\u2026I was gonna tell you but there just wasn\u2019t time.\u201d<\/p>\n

Simms noticed a look of surprise flash across the elder Cartwright\u2019s face. \u201cYeah Sheriff, you heard right! Your little brother beat me, humiliated me in front of his friends, and then cleared me of a hundred dollars,\u201d he admitted; his voice now filled with pure hatred, as he bent down and took hold of a handful of Joe\u2019s hair and pulled hard. \u201cBut, he was just lucky yesterday, and today his luck is about to run out, \u2018cause its time to get even. Ain\u2019t that right, kid?\u201d<\/p>\n

As his brother\u2019s head jerked back sharply and Joe\u2019s face contorted with a fresh wave of pain, Adam felt his body go cold. \u201cSimms this is madness!\u201d he shouted, by way of distracting him, disbelief now written all over his face. \u201cI can understand you wanting to kill me, but surely a little bruised ego can\u2019t be reason enough for you to go to all this trouble just to see which of you can shoot at a bottle the fastest?\u201d<\/p>\n

Simms released his hold. \u201cOh this ain\u2019t gonna be nothing like yesterday\u2019s shooting match,\u201d he threatened, as he stood up and regarded his two captives, through eyes that glinted insanely. \u201cThis time it\u2019s gonna be much more entertaining.\u201d<\/p>\n

Leaving the brothers to exchange uneasy glances, Simms turned away without another word of explanation, then walked over to the burnt out fire. He bent down and picked up a pearl-handled Colt, examining it closely for a short while. \u201cMighty nice shooter,\u201d he finally admitted menacingly, as he looked towards its owner. \u201cYou ever shot anyone with this kid?\u201d<\/p>\n

Under the gunman\u2019s demented gaze, Joe stared at his prized pistol, and unable to find his voice, just shook his head.<\/p>\n

\u201cI notched up my first kill when I was just sixteen,\u201d Simms proudly admitted, with a cruel laugh and totally without emotion, as he lovingly stroked the cold steel barrel. \u201cJust because I\u2019d been fooling around with his sister, some fool called me out onto the street, in full view of the townsfolk, and went for his gun first. He was dead before he hit dirt, but shooting in self defence, in front of all those witnesses, meant the law was on my side and I ran no danger of being hung. And that\u2019s the way I\u2019ve played it ever since\u2026well, most the time anyways.\u201d<\/p>\n

Simms gave a sinister chuckle, then turned his attention back towards Joe. \u201cGot my first taste of pleasure at killing a man that day,\u201d he told him, as he rose up and straightened his back. \u201cAnd today\u2026.well, today I\u2019m gonna have myself that self same pleasure again kid. Forty paces between us, then we shoot to the death. You reckon you\u2019ll be able to outdraw me this time?\u201d<\/p>\n

Joe\u2019s eyes flashed with shock at the implication, and he instinctively looked back towards his brother, with fearful bemusement.<\/p>\n

Adam met his gaze with the same expression of puzzlement, before returning to stare over at the gunman. \u201cThis is just crazy, Simms. Why run the risk of Joe shooting you?\u201d he asked, with a quizzical stare of incredulity at such a bizarre idea. \u201cIt just doesn\u2019t make sense, even for a madman like you.\u201d<\/p>\n

Ignoring the jibe, Simms allowed himself the faintest of smiles. \u201cOh, I don\u2019t aim to run any unnecessary risk, Sheriff. I reckon the odds are stacked well in my favour,\u201d he said, with certainty, as he opened the breech of Joe\u2019s gun and extracted all but one of the bullets and allowed the excess to fall to the ground at his feet. \u201cI\u2019m only gonna give the kid here one chance to hit me, and although he\u2019s pretty good with a gun, I\u2019m sure you\u2019re well aware there\u2019s a big difference between shooting at a fixed target, and when there\u2019s a gun pointing at you, and it\u2019s your own life at stake. A mighty big difference. You know what I mean?\u201d<\/p>\n

Having seen gunfights as a spectator over the years, Adam knew exactly what he meant. It took more than just speed and accuracy to shoot and kill another man. It took coolness and nerve, when the slightest hesitation meant the difference between life and death, as a bullet whined towards you. It was undeniably a skill, never tested by just playfully aiming at a glass bottle or tin can, and certainly not a talent many inexperienced seventeen year olds possessed.<\/p>\n

Adam regarded Simms with contempt. \u201cBut Joe hasn\u2019t been in a gunfight before. He won\u2019t have a chance against you, especially with just one bullet, and you know it. It\u2019ll be more like murder!\u201d<\/p>\n

Ignoring his angry protestation, a hard glint came into the gunman\u2019s eye, as he fixed Adam with a cold impersonal stare. \u201cMurder? It ain\u2019t murder if I let your brother go for his gun first, before I shoot him dead. It\u2019ll be a fair fight. And you can\u2019t complain at that now, can you Sheriff.\u201d<\/p>\n

Adam glared over; his face now strained pale with rage. \u201cA fair fight? Who you kidding, Simms?\u201d he cried disgustedly. \u201cBut if you\u2019re so intent on proving how fast you are, spare my brother, then I\u2019ll stand against you instead. And I give you my solemn word no charges will be made against you, whatever the outcome.\u201d<\/p>\n

Joe looked over in dismay at the suggestion. \u201cNo, Adam! You can\u2019t. It\u2019s not your fight,\u201d he shouted, but ignoring him, Adam persisted. \u201cCome on, Simms. What do you say? It would be more of a challenge than against some fresh faced kid who\u2019s still wet behind the ears.\u201d<\/p>\n

Simms regarded Adam thoughtfully for a moment with a penetrating gaze. \u201cYour solemn word eh?\u201d he said, with a serious frown of concentration, then slowly shook his head and passed over a fiendish grin. \u201cAlthough I\u2019m sorely tempted to take you up on your offer, I don\u2019t think so, Sheriff. I\u2019ve got different plans for you,\u201d he admitted, with a sardonic lift of the eyebrow. \u201cYou see, I\u2019ve never notched up killing a lawman in cold blood before\u2026.until today that is.\u201d<\/p>\n

Smiling maliciously and seemingly sealing Adam\u2019s fate with a look, Simms then walked behind Joe, loosening the ropes around him, and stepping back before throwing the pearl handled Colt to the ground at his feet. \u201cStand up, slow and easy and don\u2019t try anything stupid,\u201d he instructed, as his own pistol appeared in his hand. \u201cTime to get some dying done so I can put a lot of miles between you and me, before someone comes across you both.\u201d<\/p>\n

Realising immediately Simms was referring to their dead bodies, Joe remained frozen to the spot; the seventeen year old seemingly hypnotised with horror, as his eyes fixed on his firearm, as though it belonged to the devil himself. He just couldn\u2019t comprehend what was happening, or the reason for Simms\u2019 bloodthirsty lust, and once more looked over towards his brother for direction. \u201cAdam?\u201d<\/p>\n

Simms shot Joe an angry glance to silence him. \u201cKid, you ain\u2019t been listening. I ain\u2019t got all day and this shoot-out\u2019s not open to negotiation with the Sheriff here,\u201d he snapped, and moving forwards slapped him hard across the face. \u201cIt\u2019s time for your brother to see just who the fastest draw around here is. So I\u2019m calling you out\u2026.now!\u201d<\/p>\n

With blood showing at the corner of his mouth and in a daze of confusion and pain, Joe accepted he hadn\u2019t any choice in the matter. He began to push himself up and was one heartbeat from complying with the gunman\u2019s crazy demand, when all of a sudden a voice rang out clearly in the quiet morning air. \u201cNo, Joe. Don\u2019t move. Don\u2019t do it.\u201d<\/p>\n

The sound of Adam\u2019s calm and unruffled order seemed to draw Joe out of his trance-like state. He stared over with a puzzled frown; his brother returning his look with a fearless expression. \u201cDon\u2019t give Simms the satisfaction, Joe. He isn\u2019t worth it.\u201d<\/p>\n

Joe returned his nervous gaze towards the evil-eyed gunman, then slowly a look of understanding began to dawn on his bruised and bloodied face. He now saw what his brother had also worked out. The gunman\u2019s obsession with a shoot out was more a desperate need to prove to himself, rather than anyone else, his precious reputation at being the fastest gun was still sound and without question; his desire to be the quickest draw and a legend in his own lifetime, like his father before him, spurring him on in his murderous quest.<\/p>\n

A fresh trickle of blood ran out from Joe\u2019s cut lip, and as he slowly wiped his bleeding mouth dry on the back of his hand, it was then a vision of his own father, staring down at the lifeless bodies of his eldest and youngest appeared in his minds eye.<\/p>\n

Joe knew it would be hard for Ben to come to terms with the unexpected tragic loss of his two sons together, but he wasn\u2019t prepared to compound his suffering, by allowing himself to be killed in the exact way his father had privately feared, since presenting him with his much prized birthday gift. If nothing else, Joe would spare his Pa that agony, and thus go to his maker with his own conscience clear.<\/p>\n

So with a fresh sense of purpose and resolve, he didn\u2019t realise he possessed, Joe took a deep breath and gave the faintest of smiles. \u201cIf you think I\u2019m going to play your silly game, Simms, think again,\u201d he finally replied; surprising himself by his defiant tone. \u201cI don\u2019t intend to give you the pleasure of killing me in a pointless shoot out\u2026.my Pa would never forgive me. Ain\u2019t that right, Adam?\u201d<\/p>\n

Giving a quiet chuckle to hide his anxiety and fear, Joe then purposefully ignored the agitation and fury etched on the gunman\u2019s face and steadying his gaze with an effort, looked over towards his brother again as if for confirmation he was doing the right thing.<\/p>\n

They locked stares and Adam nodded approvingly, exchanging an affectionate and tender brotherly smile with his youngest sibling.<\/p>\n

The look between them wasn\u2019t lost on Simms, as Joe turned his gaze back towards him, disguising the fear which knotted his stomach behind an insolent grin. \u201cI heard it said once, it ain\u2019t when a man dies but the way he dies what counts in the eyes of God. So if you\u2019re going to murder the pair of us, do it now, so we can make our way to them Pearly Gates before dying of boredom. Don\u2019t expect we\u2019ll ever meet you there though\u2026they say Satan looks after his own.\u201d<\/p>\n

Simms looked at Joe strangely, appearing genuinely confused and unprepared for such doggedness and insolent stance from one so young. He rushed over and aimed his gun menacingly inches away from Joe\u2019s chest, flicking back the hammer in an intimidating manner. \u201cDamn you, kid,\u201d he hissed with a blistering irate glare, as his lip curled menacingly. \u201cI ain\u2019t one for jokes and that weren\u2019t funny.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIt wasn\u2019t meant to be, and there\u2019s no point threatening me anymore, Simms,\u201d Joe quickly responded with his eyes flashing resolutely and without wavering. \u201cI\u2019m ready to die right now alongside my brother, especially if it means you\u2019ll have to go to your own grave, never having the satisfaction of knowing if you could have beaten me to the draw again.\u201d<\/p>\n

Frustrated, Simms was silent for a long moment; his carefully conceived insane plan falling apart around his ears, as he wondered what he could say to force the kid to pick up his gun and do as he wanted. His eyes flicked between the two brothers again then an idea came to him.<\/p>\n

With Joe continually in his sights, Simms walked back across the clearing, smiling a little, as he bent down and thrust the muzzle of his gun hard into the soft tissue behind Adam\u2019s right ear. Flinching as he felt the cold steel grind into his skull, Adam unconsciously held his breath, as he waited for the sound that would signal him being sent to oblivion.<\/p>\n

Simms gave a cruel laugh. \u201cSo you want to go together. Ain\u2019t that touching. But what if I make you watch me shoot your brother\u2019s brains out then decide not to kill you after all, kid?\u201d he asked, gloatingly as he stared over at the expression now covering Joe\u2019s distraught face. \u201cOr maybe I\u2019ll just shoot him in the guts. Heard tell there ain\u2019t no shock or pain like getting a bullet in the guts. It can take a long time for a man to die. Think you could sit here staring at your brother for hours as he writhed in agony and his life blood drained away? Think you\u2019d ever lose the sight from your mind and be able to sleep nights again? Now that\u2019s what I call a joke!\u201d<\/p>\n

Picking up on the significance of his threat, Joe shouted out a few blasphemous words, but ignoring the tirade against him, Simms continued. \u201cMust say I\u2019m sorely surprised you won\u2019t take up my offer kid. After all, there is the slimmest of chances you might even get to kill me and save your brother\u2019s life. But if that\u2019s the way you want to play it, so be it\u2026.\u201d<\/p>\n

As his voice trailed, the gunman shoved the gun hard into Adam\u2019s stomach and his finger tightened on the trigger; the double click of a well-oiled hammer sounding out in the quiet of morning.<\/p>\n

With his mouth dried and his brain paralyzed with terror, for a brief moment, Joe was unable to speak. \u201cNo wait! I\u2019ll do what you want!\u201d he finally managed to yell, glaring over at the unstable Simms, with a confidence he didn\u2019t feel; hearing his own voice as if it belonged to someone else. \u201cJust back off and leave Adam alone.\u201d<\/p>\n

Smiling a little, Simms did as requested, inwardly delighted to have correctly guessed though willing to die with his brother, Joe was not prepared to live without him, especially if he was to be killed in front of his eyes, in such a violent and sadistic way. \u201cReckon the sheriff can have another five minutes of life seeing you\u2019ve seen sense,\u201d he smirked, pointing the gun again towards Joe. \u201cNow get up, kid, real easy like.\u201d<\/p>\n

With sweat trickling down his face and still in some discomfort from his beating, Joe did his best to oblige, rising to his feet slowly and holding onto the wagon for a moment, as he waited for the muscles in his legs to stop protesting, after being immobile for so long.<\/p>\n

\u201cSay goodbye to the Sheriff. You won\u2019t be seeing him again, at least not on this earth,\u201d Simms quipped, laughing at his ill-placed witticism. And without giving Adam a further glance he backed away from them both, roughly measuring out forty paces, and all the time his gun focused on his opponent.<\/p>\n

Joe was scared, more scared than he imagined possible as he let his gaze fall, battling to keep his composure, as he tried to find his voice. So much to tell him\u2026.so little time. \u201cAdam. I\u2019m sorry. I\u2026.\u201d<\/p>\n

The anguish and trepidation in his eyes went through Adam like a knife, and he silenced him with a perceptive calming smile. \u201cI know, little brother. I understand. You don\u2019t have any choice\u2026and I love you too.\u201d<\/p>\n

With his eyes now noticeably moist with fear, Joe gave an appreciative nod before looking back towards Simms, who\u2019d stopped and was shouting over to him. \u201cPick up your gun nice and easy, kid, and get away from the wagon. Need to have my sights clear when I\u2019m aiming at you.\u201d<\/p>\n

Joe did as he\u2019d ordered, and watched as Simms snapped his own gun quickly back into its holster. \u201cYou ready to die like a man, kid?\u201d he then queried, grinning deridingly, as Joe fought hard to control his emotions and stop his whole body from shaking<\/p>\n

\u201cDie like a man?\u201d<\/p>\n

The words resonated around Joe\u2019s head. \u201cDie more like a coward,\u201d he inwardly accepted. \u201cA scared trembling coward.\u201d<\/p>\n

Allowing his left hand to dangle loosely above the butt of his gun, Joe swallowed hard as a fresh sense of unparalleled dread gripped at his insides. For the first time in his life he felt utterly alone, and could hardly believe what was happening. He tried to convince himself it was all a terrifying dream, and he\u2019d wake up at any moment, in his own bed, safe and sound.<\/p>\n

But he didn\u2019t wake, and Simms continued to stare at him with a thin, almost imperceptible smile on his lips, as though relishing the thought of the killing spree that was about to begin; his experience of fast draw shoot outs to the death, more than apparent as his eyes narrowed with concentration, and his body visibly tensed like a coiled cougar in readiness for the kill.<\/p>\n

Joe was more than aware, his odds against beating Simms at his own game, were less than nil. Sighing in weary resignation, a vision of his Pa and Hoss standing together, both alive but dead inside as they buried those they loved, filled Joe\u2019s mind. And, as he flicked his gaze quickly back on his brother for the last time, Joe felt the burden of knowing Adam\u2019s fate now lay in his hands, and his hands only, resting heavy on his slender shoulders.<\/p>\n

What they needed was a miracle, and fast, Joe conceded, when without warning a favourite saying of Hoss\u2019 unexpectedly repeated over and over in his head. \u201cThere\u2019s more than one way to skin a cat, little brother.\u201d<\/p>\n

Suddenly, Joe\u2019s insides stilled, and his despairing thoughts cleared, to be replaced by hope. Maybe there was a way to survive the day. All he\u2019d need do was hold his nerve and wait for the moment he sensed Simms making his play. So, taking a deep breath, Joe waited.<\/p>\n

Adam watched with desperate, morbid fascination, unable to tear his eyes away, as his brother and Simms stood facing each other; an expression of victory already lighting up the gunman\u2019s eyes. A muscular twitch again curled Simms\u2019 lip, then almost together, the pair went for their guns; Joe drawing his, followed a split second later by Simms, as he\u2019d predicted and promised.<\/p>\n

Two gunshots seemed to blend into one and punctured the early morning silence.<\/p>\n

But the result of Simms\u2019 fast draw, for once, didn\u2019t culminate in the penetration of soft flesh or bone, as he\u2019d expected, and there was no dead or dying cowboy he could claim to have killed, again in self defence. To the gunman\u2019s shocked surprise, his shot just disappeared harmlessly into the ether of the morning; his fixed target had moved.<\/p>\n

For when Joe was clearing his own gun from its holster, he\u2019d simultaneously thrown his body sideward, out of the sharpshooter\u2019s line of fire; the impetus of his motion, sending him rolling across the ground with his left arm straight as he fired. But unlike Simms, when Joe\u2019s bullet sped home, it found what his sharp eyed vision had focused on, as it gleamed and reflected the rays of the early morning sun – the sheriff\u2019s badge, still pinned securely, on the gunman\u2019s chest.<\/p>\n

Simms suddenly staggered and looked down to stare, with puzzlement, at a growing crimson stain, that began spreading across the left side of his shirt. He felt no pain, just a numbing, as a veil of shocked realisation he\u2019d been hit, passed over his eyes. He raised his gaze and shouted a curse, then with more murderous intent, steadied his aim again towards Joe, now staring helplessly towards him.<\/p>\n

At such short range, there was no way Simms could miss, and a fresh gleam of triumph covered his face, as he eagerly pulled the trigger. But before he could see if his shot had gone home the gunman\u2019s eyes began to glaze over, and he could sense himself growing weaker than a day old kitten. Slowly, with his gun in his hand, he toppled backwards onto the ground, blood seeping from his mouth, as he ended his fall with a resounding thud. He twitched briefly from the impact, and his lips began to move together, as though trying to say something, but the words couldn\u2019t get out. And as the legend that never was, squirmed around for a moment like a demon possessed, Simms gave a last defiant shudder then drew his final breath.<\/p>\n

It was all over in seconds. A horse whinnied in panic, then stilled, birdsong filled the air. But Joe heard nothing, as he slowly rose to his feet, and the rush of adrenaline that had sustained him for the past few minutes faded away. His own gun slipped through his fingers onto the ground, and he walked as though in a haze of bewilderment, towards the motionless body.<\/p>\n

Joe had seen little violence or brutality during his seventeen years, hadn\u2019t given much thought to ever killing a man until that day. So, as he looked down at the hated face now staring up at the sky with unseeing eyes, the gaping hole his bullet had made, and the blood now completely saturating the front of the gunman\u2019s shirt, Joe just felt a kind of numbness within him, a detached coldness he couldn\u2019t explain.<\/p>\n

But then the thought, he\u2019d just notched up his first kill, regardless of the reason why, filled him with revulsion and sent a wave of nausea rushing up from the pit of his stomach like a fast-flowing mountain stream. He felt himself tremble, with the realisation of what he\u2019d done, and with a groan, collapsed onto his knees and began to heave, retching violently and doubling up in a spasm of pain, until his belly emptied and ached from the effort.<\/p>\n

Weakened and in somewhat of a shocked daze, Joe lay back, his eyes half open, teeth chattering and his heart beating hard and fast until eventually he heard a voice, at first seemingly far away, but persistently growing louder in his ears as it called to him.<\/p>\n

\u201cJoe? Joe? Talk to me buddy! Are you all right?\u201d<\/p>\n

Like a man in a stupor, Joe pushed himself up and stared over with a somewhat vacant expression towards his brother for a few seconds, before wiping the residue of vomit from his mouth, on the sleeve of his jacket and nodding feebly.<\/p>\n

\u201cBut you\u2019re bleeding, Joe\u2026your head,\u201d Adam shouted over.<\/p>\n

Noticeably frowning in confusion, Joe was suddenly aware of sticky wetness running down his face, and tentatively placed a hand in the hair above his right temple. He stared down in disbelief at his fingers covered in blood. He\u2019d never had such a wound before and to Adam\u2019s amazement, began to laugh a little hysterically. \u201cHey, Adam, I\u2019ve been shot!\u201d<\/p>\n

Praying his injury wasn\u2019t life threatening and unsure if he wouldn\u2019t pass out at any moment, Adam nodded reassuringly, in an attempt to calm him. \u201cYes, Joe, but don\u2019t expect it\u2019s too serious. I\u2019ll take a look at it but first I need you to untie me. Think you can do that, buddy?\u201d<\/p>\n

Joe quieted, and under Adam\u2019s concerned gaze, staggered over and sank to his knees, his shaky fingers fumbling to undo the tight bindings around his hands and arms. It took longer than expected, as Joe continually had to wipe a hand across his face to clear his eyes, the dripping blood splattering and soon showing up as a dark stain on both brothers\u2019 jackets, until eventually Adam was freed.<\/p>\n

Joe sank back down and closed his eyes, breathing now in short and shallow panicking pants, as Adam quickly undid the rope around his own feet then made his way across to Simms\u2019 horse, and retrieved a full canteen hanging from the saddle. Picking up a couple of kerchiefs by the wagon, Adam returned and poured water over one of them. \u201cThis might sting a little.\u201d<\/p>\n

Joe opened his eyes to find his brother leaning over him, and gave a feeble nod then noticeably flinched, as Adam began dabbing the wetted cloth in his hair to clear away the excess blood. He wetted the second and held it there to staunch the flow for what seemed an age, until able to see the extent of Joe\u2019s injury.<\/p>\n

Adam gave a sigh of relief. \u201cThank God, it\u2019s just a crease,\u201d he said, squeezing a hand reassuringly on Joe\u2019s shoulder. \u201cThe bullet just nicked the skin and the bleedings all but stopped now, though another hair\u2019s width and you wouldn\u2019t have been so lucky.\u201d<\/p>\n

Joe shuddered with understanding, as Adam gently wiped his brother\u2019s bloodstained face clean, before passing over the water for him to drink. Managing to sit up and with his hands trembling, Joe raised the canteen to his lips, first allowing a mouthful of water to swill around his mouth before spitting it out, and ridding him of the vile aftertaste that lingered. Taking another swig, he swallowed the refreshing liquid down, and with a grateful nod, passed the canteen back.<\/p>\n

For a few moments, Adam took care of his own thirst then noted how pale his brother looked. \u201cStill feeling queasy?\u201d<\/p>\n

Joe gave a faint, exhausted nod. \u201cA little. Reckon I\u2019m gonna have one hell of a headache too.\u201d<\/p>\n

Adam smiled knowingly. \u201cYou\u2019ll soon be fine,\u201d he reassured, in a gentle voice. \u201cJust lie back and try to rest for a while.\u201d<\/p>\n

Without argument, Joe lay back down on the ground, but found no solace or peace as he dragged a sleeve across his closed eyes and prayed for sleep; powerless to stop his thoughts from darting back to relive the last few traumatic hours over and over again, as the unmistakable stench of death and vomit assaulted his nostrils.<\/p>\n

Resting his back again on the flat surface of the rock, Adam watched him carefully for a short while, guessing what was going through his mind, as Joe unconsciously traced a finger along the painful weal in his hair. Intuitively, he sensed his little brother would only feel the physical sign of Simms\u2019 hatred for a short while, but mentally? Well mentally it could well be a scar he\u2019d carry for a lifetime.<\/p>\n

What Joe needed was a diversion to help cover up and take away the painful memory for a few short hours. Hell! After what they\u2019d gone through, they could both do with one, Adam silently acknowledged.<\/p>\n

Heaving a heavy sigh, Adam turned his gaze to the fully laden wagon and eyed it for a few moments. A thought suddenly came to him, and after pushing himself up and taking a few moments to stretch away the stiffness in his legs, he walked over to start rummaging through the supplies. After several seconds, he gave a snort of success and returned holding a bottle tightly in his hand. \u201cI thought Pa would have one of these on order and I don\u2019t think he\u2019d mind us opening it up considering. Reckon we could both do with a proper drink,\u201d he said, as he sat back down and gently tapped his brother on the leg to gain his attention.<\/p>\n

With returning awareness, Joe focused back to the here and now, and pulled himself up by Adam\u2019s side. He watched, as he unscrewed the top, then took a mouthful of the finest and their father\u2019s most prized European brandy, before handing it over.<\/p>\n

Having only been allowed the smallest of tastes, on special occasions, and not used to such volume all at once, Joe sipped cautiously at first, wondering what effect it would have on his empty stomach. But, thankfully, there was no violent reaction, as he felt the liquids warming sensation settle down his throat. In fact, it tasted good, calming, relaxing, so he raised the bottle to his lips again and took a couple more large gulps.<\/p>\n

Then Joe gave a deep shuddery breath, as he stared unblinkingly on the corpse yards away. \u201cNever thought what it would feel like to actually kill someone,\u201d he muttered miserably, his voice so low Adam had to strain to hear it. \u201cBut after this, I don\u2019t intend to shoot another man, for as long as I live.\u201d<\/p>\n

Adam looked over tenderly. \u201cI know its hard for you to accept, Joe, but sometimes circumstances arise and a man has to take that step whether he wants to or not. There\u2019s no other way.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBut I don\u2019t want to feel the way I feel now, Adam,\u201d Joe protested tearfully. \u201cNot ever again.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd just how do you feel?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI feel\u2026\u201d Joe paused, searching for the right words. \u201cSickened and disgusted for doing the killing, even though I had no choice. And as for Simms, I did hate him, but now\u2026now I just feel sad and a great pity for the waste of his life. Does that make sense?\u201d<\/p>\n

Adam nodded knowingly. \u201cYes. It makes complete sense to me,\u201d he said quietly, pausing for a moment, as he looked towards the distance as if at a far-away regretful memory of his own. He shifted his gaze back and smiled sadly. \u201cIt\u2019s good to know you feel that way, Joe, otherwise there\u2019d be no difference between you and the likes of Simms, and all Pa\u2019s teachings would have been for nothing.\u201d<\/p>\n

Joe took another drink, as though he hadn\u2019t heard, as fresh tears brimmed in his eyes. \u201cI\u2019ve been such a fool and this is all my fault,\u201d he whispered, with a sniff. \u201cIf I hadn\u2019t been so keen to show off in front of Mitch and the gang, none of this would have happened. Pa\u2019s never going to be able to forgive me, when I tell him what I\u2019ve done. Don\u2019t think I\u2019ll be able to ever forgive me.\u201d<\/p>\n

Joe gazed blankly at the bottle in his hand, then took another mouthful of brandy down.<\/p>\n

\u201cOf course Pa will forgive you and don\u2019t be so hard on yourself, Joe,\u201d Adam said, staring at the dejected expression on his face. \u201cYou\u2019ve got nothing to blame yourself for. You may have been in the wrong place at the wrong time, but you know little brother sometimes fate has a funny way of working out for the best.\u201d<\/p>\n

Joe wiped a hand across his eyes and frowned quizzically. \u201cHow\u2019d you mean?\u201d<\/p>\n

Adam exhaled. \u201cHasn\u2019t it occurred to you, if you hadn\u2019t got involved, I would probably be lying dead in the jailhouse, with a bullet in my back right now, and Simms would have made a clean getaway? But I\u2019m alive, and I\u2019ve got you to thank for that, because of your sheer guts and nerve when it counted the most. You did good, little brother, and should be proud of yourself.\u201d<\/p>\n

For a brief moment, Joe seemed to cheer up but then his shoulders sagged and he heaved a plaintive sigh. \u201cWhat\u2019s to be proud of?\u201d he questioned in a trembling voice and hiccupped a sob. \u201cIt wasn\u2019t guts that kept me going just fear\u2026one hundred percent fear.\u201d<\/p>\n

There was no response straight away from his brother, and glancing out the corner of his eye, Joe expected to see disappointment, at least, in Adam\u2019s face. However, Adam just stared towards the inert body already drawing the interest of a few flies, and then looked back at him with understanding and compassion in his eyes. \u201cYou\u2019re not the only one who was scared today, Joe,\u201d he admitted, giving over a soft smile of comfort, as he took the bottle out of his hand. \u201cI\u2019ve felt fear many times over the years\u2026.too many times to count. But today, well today, as God is my witness, I\u2019ve never been so frightened in all my life.\u201d<\/p>\n

As Adam took a long swallow, Joe stared at him with an incredulous expression. \u201cBut you didn\u2019t show it, Adam! I\u2019ve never known you show it! You\u2019re always so calm and never give anything away.\u201d<\/p>\n

Adam shrugged as he wiped a sleeve across his mouth. \u201cJust because I don\u2019t always tremble on the outside, don\u2019t mean I\u2019m not shaking on the inside,\u201d he smiled. \u201cSo you see, little brother, you\u2019re in good company.\u201d<\/p>\n

Hardly able to believe him, Joe shook his head wonderingly, as Adam offered the bottle back. He eagerly gulped down the silky smooth liquid again, having obviously grown to like the taste; the young man inwardly hoping one day he\u2019d be able to act like his brother, should a future crisis occur.<\/p>\n

Adam watched him for a moment, then gave a small smile. \u201cThat sure was a fancy shift of pace you did there in the shoot out, little brother,\u201d he admitted, trying to focus Joe\u2019s mind to the positive. \u201cHow\u2019d you know to move when you did?\u201d<\/p>\n

Joe frowned for a moment, in slight confusion, as to what Adam meant, then it suddenly dawned on him. \u201cOh, I\u2019d noticed Simms\u2019 lip always seemed to curl up just before he intended going for his gun, so I waited for it. Was the only thing I could come up with, and just hoped it would give me the edge.\u201d<\/p>\n

Adam nodded, clearly impressed. \u201cWell Simms never saw that coming, and to be honest, nor did I. I\u2019ve never seen anything like it before.\u201d<\/p>\n

Joe allowed himself the faintest of smiles. \u201cJust something I used to practice with the gang,\u201d he admitted modestly. \u201cThough Mitch reckoned it was a waste of time, and I\u2019d never find a use for hitting a tin can with a shoot and roll.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWell I\u2019ll have great pleasure in telling Mitch Devlin he was wrong,\u201d Adam said, and then added as an afterthought. \u201cMaybe I ought to practice it myself?\u201d<\/p>\n

Now feeling more lightheaded and quite giddy from the effects of the alcohol, Joe gave a hoot of disbelief. \u201cWhat with your bad back and creaking bones? Do me a favour elder brother!\u201d<\/p>\n

Adam gave out a light-hearted chuckle as Joe passed back the bottle.<\/p>\n

\u201cHow long we gonna sit here drinking Pa\u2019s best brandy, Adam?\u201d Joe then asked, in a slurring voice, feeling more inebriated than he\u2019d ever felt before. \u201cOne of these usually lasts him months, and he\u2019s bound to have a hissy fit towards the pair of us when he finds out we\u2019ve drunk most of it away.\u201d<\/p>\n

Adam considered for a brief moment as he studied the bottle. \u201cTill it\u2019s all gone,\u201d he decided impulsively, then took another swig before continuing in a far less confident tone. \u201cAnd contrary to popular belief, I ain\u2019t afraid of Pa.\u201d<\/p>\n

Joe began to giggle, and with a new born respect for each other, and without the need for further conversation, both brothers continued to take turns to drink the pricy brandy away, until eventually after a longer silence than usual Adam noticed the empty bottle drop to the floor and felt a weight slowly pushing towards him.<\/p>\n

Without looking at his face, as he heard his deep, regular breathing, Adam knew immediately Joe was sound asleep, curled up against his shoulder; the combined effect from the brandy and the events over the past hours finally taking its toll on the youngest Cartwright.<\/p>\n

Sliding his arm around and careful not to wake, Adam drew Joe gently towards him, cradling his head on his chest as though he were still a small child, and without fighting against the desire to sleep himself, allowed his eyes to close.<\/p>\n

Only a short nap before we clear camp, Adam told himself, suddenly feeling more than weary, as thoughts of his own mortality, and how close he\u2019d come to death flittered around in his mind.<\/p>\n

He didn\u2019t know how long he slept\u2026could have been hours\u2026but in reality it was only minutes when suddenly Adam heard his name called and a hand gently squeezing his shoulder.<\/p>\n

\u201cAdam? Son?\u201d<\/p>\n

Stirring, Adam raised his head, slightly confused, as he opened his eyes and focused his gaze on two worried and concerned faces he knew so well. \u201cPa? Hoss? What you doing here?\u201d he asked huskily, giving them both a brief welcoming smile.<\/p>\n

Ben eased down by his side; sighing with relief. \u201cWe were heading over to town and heard gunshots, then Hoss saw fresh wagon tracks coming down this track so we followed,\u201d he answered quickly, tearing his gaze fleetingly towards Simms. \u201cWe got to the clearing and saw that fella there obviously dead, then the pair of you sat here so still\u2026for a moment I really thought\u2026expected you were\u2026.\u201d<\/p>\n

As his voice trailed, Adam nodded with understanding, as Ben stared down at Joe\u2019s bruised face, his brown eyes clinging to the sight of dried blood on the grey jacket, and a few streaks still evident, in the thick mop of hair.<\/p>\n

With his face now draining of all colour, Ben\u2019s voice was barely audible and cracked with emotion and despair. \u201cJoe\u2026.he\u2019s not\u2026.?\u201d<\/p>\n

Adam quickly shook his head. \u201cNo, Pa. He\u2019s not dead,\u201d he happily confirmed. \u201cHe\u2019s just had a tough few hours.\u201d<\/p>\n

Ben took a deep swallow, then his eyes fell on the empty brandy bottle and his face hardened a little. \u201cHas he been drinking?\u201d<\/p>\n

Adam allowed the faintest of smiles. \u201cOnly for purely medicinal reasons, Pa. Thought he needed something to help him sleep, considering all he\u2019s gone through, and I can assure you, I had my fair share.\u201d<\/p>\n

Frowning with confusion and apprehension as he noticed dried blood stains covering his jacket, Hoss quickly scanned his elder brother up and down for injury. \u201cAre you okay, Adam? You hurt anywhere?\u201d<\/p>\n

Grateful for his concern, Adam shook his head. \u201cNo I\u2019m okay, Hoss. But believe me, I nearly got to look a lot worse,\u201d he said without elaborating.<\/p>\n

Satisfied both siblings were going to be fine, Hoss looked about and spotted a familiar looking object lying on the ground and walked over to it. With Adam and Ben watching, he picked up a pearl handled gun then went over to the dead body and squatted down for a few moments, before turning his head in bewilderment. \u201cLooks like this stranger\u2019s been shot through the heart but he\u2019s wearin\u2019 a Virginia City Sheriff\u2019s badge. What\u2019s goin\u2019 on, Adam?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s a long story, Hoss, but I can assure you, he\u2019s no lawman. Far from it,\u201d he answered wearily. \u201cI\u2019ll explain later.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWell by the looks of things, I\u2019d say it\u2019s a tale worth waiting for,\u201d Hoss commented, exchanging a knowing look with his father, as he pushed himself up. \u201cI\u2019ll go hitch up the wagon and then we\u2019ll get you back to the house. Reckon a hot bath and a few hours sleep in your own bed is what the pair of you need.\u201d<\/p>\n

Adam\u2019s response was silence and a tired, exhausted smile of thanks.<\/p>\n

Hoss made his way across to the team of horses leaving Ben staring at his sleeping youngest, pointedly gazing at the raised ridge of reddened swelling in his hair. \u201cLooks like Joe had a close shave today. I just knew something was going to\u2026.\u201d<\/p>\n

Ben paused and gave a sigh then turned his attention back on his eldest. \u201cThank you, Adam. I knew I could rely on you to take care of your brother when he needed it.\u201d<\/p>\n

Ben gave the sort of thankful look only a caring father could pass over to a much loved son, then to his surprise Adam slowly shook his head, and with no sign of embarrassment the eyes of the usually stoic and unflappable Cartwright suddenly moistening.<\/p>\n

\u201cNo, Pa. You\u2019ve got it all wrong,\u201d he whispered croakily, as he grabbed at his father\u2019s arm with his free hand and held on tightly. \u201cIt wasn\u2019t me who took care of Joe. It was Joe who took care of me. He\u2019s a son to be proud of and did what he had to do to save my life. Just remember that when you find out what happened today. Promise me, please.\u201d<\/p>\n

Raising his brow in slight puzzlement, Ben nodded and gave a gentle smile. \u201cI\u2019ll remember, Adam\u2026 and I promise.\u201d<\/p>\n

Adam let go his tight grip and sank back down, wiping his hand across his eyes to dry them. Ben watched him carefully for a few moments and could only wonder what had gone on that morning to make his eldest son act so out of character. But not wishing to push him for further details until he was ready, he reached over to the canteen and offered it. \u201cDo you want a drink of water, Adam? Your throat sounds might dry.\u201d<\/p>\n

Adam shook his head with a thanking smile. \u201cNo thanks, Pa. Had just about my fill of liquid today. I just want to go home,\u201d he said, then looked down as Joe cuddled closer into the safety of his brother\u2019s comforting hold. \u201cJust want us all to go home.\u201d<\/p>\n

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