Summary: \u00a0An afternoon swim takes an unexpected turn, and Joe is forced to test his survival instincts.<\/p>\n
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Mutual Trust<\/strong><\/p>\n Trust men and they will be true to you. Treat them greatly and they will show themselves great. (Emerson)<\/em> Only moments earlier nothing had seemed more glorious than plunging into Lake Tahoe and removing the sticky residue of sweat, compliments of a long hot day mending fences. Joe\u2019s cramped muscles were instantly soothed as he stretched out in long easy stokes, pulling him farther away from shore. He felt he could swim for miles, but thought better of it, knowing the water was getting colder and swimming back would not be as pleasant.<\/p>\n \u201cBest not swim out too far,\u201d Joe thought to himself as he rolled onto his back, and let the sun saturate his face.<\/p>\n But his euphoria was rudely interrupted when he heard\u2026 and then saw a group of Paiutes arrive at the water\u2019s edge. He hoped they had only stopped to water their horses, but soon realized they were settling in for some rest.<\/p>\n Momentary panic was quickly replaced by logic, as Joe worked to keep his presence unknown. Sinking lower in the water, he kept his head barely visible.<\/p>\n Now all he could do was wait and pray for the young braves to move on.<\/p>\n From what he could hear, the small hunting party appeared to be boasting amongst each other as they compared the rabbits they had snared. Aside from a language that Joe didn\u2019t understand, he thought how similar they seemed to his family bragging at the end of a good day fishing.<\/p>\n \u201cNow go on \u2026get home and get those rabbits cooked up, will ya?\u201d pleaded Joe silently.<\/p>\n But these braves didn\u2019t look like they were leaving anytime soon, and Joe was getting increasingly cold.<\/p>\n He reminded himself of Adam\u2019s advice on how to manage the cold on those trips back to the ranch, after looking for strays in the bitter weather.<\/p>\n \u201cDon\u2019t think about the cold Joe. Picture yourself near the fireplace where the heat forces you to move away\u2026 and the warmth lingers on your back and your pants.\u201d Adam had told him.<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019m trying Adam,\u201d thought Joe, \u201c\u2026but it\u2019s just so cold.\u201d<\/p>\n Attempting to conjure up the heat in his mind, Joe was quickly brought back to reality as he noticed a brave standing near the shoreline who appeared to be looking directly at him. Luckily, however, the low sun and the reflection off the water kept his presence hidden from view.<\/p>\n \u201cGet moving \u2026 damn it,\u201d gasped Joe as he tried to stifle a cough, and keep the water from getting into his mouth.\u00a0 Joe knew he couldn\u2019t tread water forever.\u00a0 \u201cI\u2019ve got to get to shore, I\u2019ve got to do something,\u201d he realized.<\/p>\n By now Joe knew that Hoss would be home enjoying a hot tub of water prepared by Hop Sing, for his brother had opted out of nature\u2019s bath and left Joe to indulge on his own. Continuing his fight to remain afloat, Joe thought about the conversation he\u2019d had with his brother.<\/p>\n \u201cYou make sure you get home in plenty of time for dinner,\u201d Hoss had said. \u201c Pa\u2019s planning a surprise and I got me a hunch it\u2019s the kind that smells real good.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cJust going to have me a quick swim brother\u2026 I\u2019m right behind you. Baths are for sissies\u2026this here\u2019s my tub,\u201d Joe had laughed.<\/p>\n \u201cYou can have your ice water, little brother. Me, I\u2019m lookin\u2019 forward to a nice hot bath.\u201d\u00a0 Hoss had then turned his horse in the direction of home, leaving Joe to relish in a swim on his own.\u00a0 Now\u2026 Joe thought, \u201cWhy didn\u2019t I listen to you, big brother?\u201d<\/p>\n Cold and frightened, Joe wished he had chosen the more conventional route. He could feel his panic growing as his legs kicked frantically and he found it increasingly hard to keep his head above water.<\/p>\n \u201cStay calm\u2026think like Adam.\u201d Distracted for a moment, Joe smiled as he realized that Adam would never do anything so foolish as to swim when the water was this cold!<\/p>\n Joe was finding it difficult to think straight. His thoughts were gripped in a frigid vice where planning the simplest means of escape was almost impossible.<\/p>\n Scanning the shore line where the Paiutes were resting, Joe spied some reeds just tall enough, and far away enough, to hide his presence. He knew he had to get out of the water soon if he was to survive, but he also feared he might suffer greater harm if he didn\u2019t make it there unseen.<\/p>\n Joe\u2019s knowledge of the Paiutes was varied. He had heard the wild stories in the saloon but had also listened carefully to his Pa.<\/p>\n \u201cThey fear us as much as we fear them, Joe. They have as much right to hunt and fish to feed their families as we do,\u201d his Pa had said.<\/p>\n \u201cLeave them alone son, and you\u2019ll come to no harm.\u201d<\/p>\n Looking at the braves, Joe didn\u2019t wish to test any theory. He only wanted to get to shore unseen. Joe was a strong swimmer, but he was no fish, and a lengthy underwater swim would be a challenge for anyone. Luckily he hadn\u2019t swum out too far, having been taught to swim parallel to the shore.<\/p>\n With no other option, Joe sucked in as much air as he could and plunged below the surface, praying he would make it to the reeds. Kicking hard, his legs seemed to find new purpose, and with the added strength of his arms, he propelled himself towards the shoreline. At times it was difficult to see underwater as it was getting increasingly murky. The pressure in his lungs was almost unbearable and combined with the frigid pain he felt on his forehead, Joe was forced to break the surface. His first instinct was to soar up and splash the surface for precious air; but he knew better.<\/p>\n Slowly, and denying his lungs for just a moment longer, he laid his head back just below the surface, breaking the water silently with his nose. With his lungs now starving, it took all his control to feed them quietly with air, without the sound of a large gasp.<\/p>\n Trembling with cold and exhaustion in the shallow water, Joe tried to think of what to do next. His underwater swim made his head pound from lack of oxygen and his growing weariness left him disoriented.<\/p>\n His unfocused state caused his mind to wander to tiny, seemingly unimportant details, such as Pa\u2019s surprise that Hoss had mentioned. A surprise. \u201cWonder what it was,\u201d he thought. Possibilities drifted briefly through his head and then were gone again; his energy and his concentration went back to pushing his increasingly weary legs. <\/p>\n \u201cWe\u2019ve waited long enough,\u201d bellowed Ben. \u201cYour younger brother still doesn\u2019t seem to know the importance of being on time.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cAw Pa, give him a few more minutes, he\u2019ll be here. Clean as a whistle too!\u201d said Hoss.<\/p>\n When Hoss had returned to the ranch without Joe, he had tried in vain to defend his little brother, but his Pa was not interested. For weeks now Ben had looked forward to taking his sons into town for the opening of the Grand Hotel. He wanted to treat them to a splendid dinner, celebrating a very successful cattle drive and all their hard work. Ben had wanted the evening to be a wonderful surprise, and a means of showing his sons how much he appreciated them.<\/p>\n \u201cWell, they won\u2019t hold our reservations forever. You both might as well know that I was looking forward to a memorable meal with each of you,\u201d said Ben.<\/p>\n \u201cI knew it,\u201d Hoss grumbled.<\/p>\n Both Adam and Hoss had been on the receiving end of their father\u2019s disappointment before, when it came to their wayward younger brother; and neither one of them felt like letting Joe ruin the evening.<\/p>\n \u201cWhy don\u2019t you leave him a note, and let him know where we\u2019ve gone? According to Hoss, he won\u2019t be long,\u201d Adam said, rolling his eyes in Hoss\u2019s direction.<\/p>\n \u201cAlright then, we\u2019ll leave him a note, and if he doesn\u2019t catch up\u2026 he can heat up Hop Sing\u2019s stew. By then it should taste like leather,\u201d said Ben!<\/p>\n Hop Sing looked rather insulted but chose to move away from the brewing storm.<\/p>\n \u201cYou go now, I look after Little Joe when he come home,\u201d said Hop Sing as he retreated into the kitchen.<\/p>\n While gathering their coats Adam and Hoss glanced briefly at each other, knowing full well their little brother was going to be the source of everyone\u2019s indigestion. Lying in the shallow water, thinking of his family, Joe had almost forgotten his present danger. He felt sluggish, and quite incapable of making a decision. However, a hearty laugh from one of the braves quickly reminded him of his dire need to get out of the water and find someplace to hide. His body was beginning to succumb to the deadly effects of what happens when you\u2019re forced to stay in cold water for too long.<\/p>\n Again his mind drifted, recalling his Pa\u2019s stories of brave seaman attempting to rescue other shipmates who had been thrown over board in stormy seas. Lying in the frigid water, Joe wondered if this was what it was like, being left to perish at sea.<\/p>\n He knew if he didn\u2019t drag himself out of the water he wouldn\u2019t last much longer, so he struggled forward. By now his legs were useless and Joe was forced to use his forearms to pull his body over a mixture of rough rock and sand.<\/p>\n Completely numb he felt no pain as his body scraped its way forward to some underbrush just up from the shoreline. Once hidden, Joe prayed that he didn\u2019t leave too much of a trail. But glancing back, he knew you would have to be blind not to notice the small funnel of sand he had created as he dragged himself to his hiding place. Looking down at himself, Joe suddenly realized his clothes would still be out in plain view, although wedged between two rocks.<\/p>\n Shivering violently, he began to fear the worst. One of the braves would spot his clothes. A whoop would go up in blood-chilling shrieks of punishment and retribution, and they\u2019d begin to search through the underbrush and reeds until they found him.<\/p>\n And they would find him; it was only a matter of when. And once they did, they\u2019d be on him like a pack of wolves. He\u2019d have less chance of surviving than those rabbits they\u2019d snared.<\/p>\n Time passed. Joe didn\u2019t know how much. The sun was still out, but it hung low in the sky, causing the water to glisten like jewels. Mesmerized by the sight, his body stiff and cold and his mind sluggish, Joe turned his face to the side and watched the colors glinting off the water: blue and silver, like ice. Pinks and oranges and ever-darkening reds, like blood.<\/p>\n Without warning, the sound of multiple hooves beating over the ground broke close by. Frozen in fear, Joe held his breath as the Paiutes passed just yards from where he lay. He willed his body to stop trembling, but it was impossible, and the branches around him moved as if waving to anyone near who would notice.<\/p>\n Luckily the hunting party seemed intent on continuing to tease its youngest member, paying no attention to the ground.<\/p>\n Resting his head back against the damp ground, Joe sighed in relief, but he knew it wasn\u2019t a true reprieve; he realized that even if the Paiutes somehow missed his presence, he was now simply too weak to fetch his clothes and make his way home.<\/p>\n With his energy gone, Joe found himself staring at the sky where only hours ago the sun had warmed his face. Now in the shade, he felt only despair, for even if his family found him in the morning, he knew he wouldn\u2019t last through the night.<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019m sorry Pa, I\u2019m so tired\u2026and so cold.\u201d<\/p>\n Closing his eyes, he pictured the grand fireplace\u2026 and silently thanked Adam again, for trying to keep him warm. From a distance he could still see the Paiutes as they headed down the shoreline, back to their camp. He imagined them being greeted with enthusiasm, as each brave proudly showed off his bountiful hunt.<\/p>\n Lost in his thoughts, Joe was startled to see them all abruptly stop. He could see one of the Paiutes waving his arm in frustration, as one of the braves pointed back towards Joe. Tensing instantly, Joe became transfixed on the horse and its rider heading back along the shoreline. Had he been discovered after all? Lying still, he prayed for a miracle; squeezing his eyes shut he tried to concentrate as his heart raced dangerously fast.<\/p>\n \u201cStop shaking,\u201d Joe spoke silently to himself as he pressed his back further into the damp ground.<\/p>\n By now he was tightly wedged between brambles and dead branches, where sharp thorns left numerous cuts on his exposed skin. So cold and numb, Joe felt no pain\u2026only fear.<\/p>\n Now seeing the Paiute, Joe lay helpless, knowing he was no match for the brave. He watched in sheer panic as the Paiute\u2019s knife hacked and slashed at the tough foliage that had provided him with feeble cover all afternoon. The blade flashed in the light of the dying sun, and Joe knew that within moments he\u2019d feel the point of that blade.<\/p>\n Staring at Joe, the Paiute watched the blood from Joe\u2019s bitten lips dribble down his chin.<\/p>\n \u201cWhy do you fear me so\u2026 you have done nothing wrong,\u201d thought the Paiute.<\/p>\n A sound so helpless emerged from Joe that the brave stopped what he was doing, as he realized his actions were being misunderstood. Shaking his head, the brave quickly returned his blade to its sheath.<\/p>\n Gently drawing down Joe\u2019s arm that had been flung up to protect his face, the Paiute saw the greenest eyes he had ever seen; eyes that were drowning in fear.<\/p>\n Carefully the Paiute rested his hand oh Joe\u2019s chest as a calming gesture, but then became alarmed at the touch of Joe\u2019s icy skin.<\/p>\n \u201cHow long have you been hiding?\u201d thought the Paiute.<\/p>\n There was no time to waste as he knew the deadly effects of the cold, having seen many of his tribe perish in the winter months. Running back to his horse for a blanket, the Paiute noticed again the furrow leading down to the water and his fear mounted as he realized that the cold air combined with the water could only mean certain death for the young Whiteman. He couldn\u2019t imagine why someone would be swimming at this stage of the hunting season.<\/p>\n \u201cFoolish Whiteman.\u201d<\/p>\n By the time the Paiute had returned to Joe he knew he needed to act quickly, for Joe\u2019s skin, now fully exposed and out from under the bramble was blue; the color of the fatally cold.<\/p>\n Reaching down the Paiute gently covered Joe with the horse blanket and like treating a wounded animal, he carefully ran his hand over Joe\u2019s limbs to make sure nothing was broken before he lifted him easily from the ground.<\/p>\n Joe flinched momentarily at the Paiutes touch, but offered no resistance.<\/p>\n \u201cI see you are still afraid,\u201d whispered the Paiute. \u201cYou have nothing to fear, except the cold.\u201d<\/p>\n The Paiute knew Joe could not understand as he carried him quickly to his horse. Glancing back at the sand, the brave could see where he had left his forgotten rabbits, and remembered how frustrated he was when his tribe had told him to go back and retrieve them, while they headed back to camp.<\/p>\n Looking down at Joe, it occurred to the Paiute that perhaps it was all meant to be.<\/p>\n \u201cThe Gods favor you,\u201d the Paiute whispered as he gently settled Joe on his horse, and sprung up behind him.<\/p>\n Turning back in the direction of his camp the Paiute pulled Joe\u2019s blanketed body back against his own, in an attempt to keep him warm and secure. It would be almost dark by the time he would arrive back at his camp and he knew they would be concerned.<\/p>\n \u201cYou don\u2019t look like a rabbit,\u201d said the Paiute quietly, bracing himself for his tribe\u2019s displeasure.<\/p>\n ************************************************************************<\/p>\n By the time they arrived back from town Ben fully expected to see lights still on, where no doubt his youngest son was rehearsing his lines as to why he was late.<\/p>\n But the moon was the only light that bathed the ranch house.<\/p>\n \u201cHe\u2019s probably gone to bed,\u201d Ben said. \u201cNo doubt your brother is hoping my temper will mellow with a good nights rest!\u201d<\/p>\n But even as Ben tried to convince himself there was nothing to worry about, both Hoss and Adam were suddenly quiet, choosing to tether the horses quickly rather than put them in the barn.<\/p>\n Once inside the ranch house Ben lit the lantern behind the settee, hoping to find Joe asleep; but to no avail.<\/p>\n Trying to find some answers, Ben knew Hop Sing would have long since gone to bed as was his custom when he woke so early.<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019ll check his room Pa, you know how Joe likes to avoid trouble till the mornin\u2019,\u201d said Hoss. Worried but still optimistic, Hoss hurried upstairs.<\/p>\n \u201cYou and I are gonna have a little chat little brother,\u201d thought Hoss.<\/p>\n Pushing open Joe\u2019s door, Hoss entered the dark room.<\/p>\n \u201cGood thinking younger brother, the best way to avoid trouble is to get out of its way,\u201d thought Hoss. Convinced that Joe was feigning sleep, Hoss sat down hard on his bed, half expecting to launch Joe onto the floor. But his lightheartedness was swiftly replaced by panic as he realized Joe\u2019s bed was empty.<\/p>\n \u201cNo,\u201d whispered Hoss, barging blindly out the bedroom and down the stairs. \u201cPa\u2026Adam!\u201d<\/p>\n Ben and Adam were up instantly, alerted by the panic in Hoss\u2019s voice.<\/p>\n \u201cWhat is it? What\u2019s wrong?\u201d urged Ben.<\/p>\n \u201cHe\u2019s not in his room, Pa.\u201d Hoss shook his head slowly. \u201cIt\u2019s my fault. I should never have left him. What was I thinking letting him swim by himself\u2026it\u2019s fall and the water is too cold\u2026 I should have known better.\u201d<\/p>\n With only one single thought on his mind Hoss hurried towards the door with his Pa not far behind.<\/p>\n \u201cNow wait, let\u2019s not jump to conclusions. Joe may have come back and seeing we weren\u2019t here, could have ridden into town to look for us. Where did you leave that note, Pa?\u201d asked Adam.<\/p>\n But Ben was already way past that possibility as he noticed the note he had written to Joe was still neatly folded on the hutch, on his way out the door with Hoss.<\/p>\n Once outside, each of them stopped abruptly, for near the barn stood Cochise, nervously looking at them as if he was asking the same question; where was Joe?<\/p>\n At a loss for words, Ben stared at his sons, hoping that one of them would come up with a logical explanation. But both brothers stood silent, their gazes locked on Cochise.<\/p>\n \u201cIt\u2019s too dark to go the lake now. We\u2019ll have to wait until morning,\u201d Ben muttered as he gathered up Cochise\u2019s reins and headed into the barn.<\/p>\n None of them spoke as they bedded down their horses in the barn. Hoss gave Cochise special care as his guilt consumed him in the simple task. It was late and even the full moon had retreated behind a cloud, offering little hope, as they made their way back to the house for bed.<\/p>\n Sitting quietly in his room, Hoss was overcome. \u201cWhere are you, little brother?\u201d<\/p>\n His guilt left little room for sleep and he simply waited for dawn.<\/p>\n ************************************************************************<\/p>\n By the time Joe arrived at the Paiute camp he was only vaguely aware he was sitting on a horse. He felt so sluggish and was grateful to have an arm wrapped around him, for his hands were useless and couldn\u2019t possibly hold on to anything. His memory was also dulled, though he knew that his fear was real as he began to see Paiutes surrounded the horse he was riding. Its was hard to see the multiple faces glaring up at him and the moonlight only served to frighten him more, as the expressions appeared more ominous. As Joe\u2019s body stiffened, so did the Paiute\u2019s.<\/p>\n Vaguely aware of raised voices, Joe felt himself being held tighter against the Paiute\u2019s chest as if he was being protected, and as the Paiute patted his blanket Joe felt a little more assured.<\/p>\n Fading in and out of consciousness, Joe could see that more Paiutes had now surrounded him. Fear rose up in his throat, making him fight the sleep that tried to claim him, and he cast an anxious glance back at the Paiute brave\u2019s face. Dark eyes gazed steadily back at him, reassuring him that no harm would come.<\/p>\n Then all the excitement ceased when a loud authoritative command cut through the air. Semi-conscious, Joe watched in fear as an older man draped in a tribal costume, demanding respect, walked towards him. He couldn\u2019t understand the exchange, but sensed the Paiute holding him was giving some explanation.<\/p>\n For a moment it reminded him of his Pa and Adam as their opinions clashed and the volume increased.<\/p>\n Everyone was upset and Joe could feel many hands reaching for him, and attempting to tug him off the horse. He felt helpless. But then everything stopped, with a booming command that silenced both sound and movement.<\/p>\n Joe felt a shift from behind as the Paiute quickly dismounted and carefully pulled him off the horse and carried him to his teepee. Closing his eyes, the urge to sleep could no longer be resisted.<\/p>\n Although Joe was safe from the tribe for the time being, the Paiute knew that Joe\u2019s real danger was the cold. The wind from the ride had cost him valuable body heat and the Paiute was alarmed at Joe\u2019s loss of consciousness. Covering Joe with furs, he began to rub his arms and legs to begin the process of warming him up. So intent on saving Joe\u2019s life the Paiute was unaware of the stares he was receiving from his squaw and his sister, who were curious at the sight of a Whiteman in their teepee.<\/p>\n \u201cWhat are you gawking at, women?\u201d said the Paiute. \u201cHe has been in the water, and exposed to the cold too long. Gather some more wood for the fire and prepare some nourishment for him when he wakes up.\u201d<\/p>\n Quickly the women pursued their tasks, stealing only a few guarded glances at Joe.<\/p>\n The Paiute was not happy with Joe\u2019s body temperature. His skin was still tinged with blue, and his heart was beating too fast, but there was nothing more the Paiute could do at this stage, and he believed that Joe\u2019s life was out of his hands.<\/p>\n \u201cSleep well,\u201d whispered the Paiute as he prepared himself for rest, knowing he would be keeping a close eye on Joe throughout the night.<\/p>\n The Paiute had not intended on falling asleep, but was awoken quickly by a moaning that took a moment to register. Moving closer to Joe he could see that his young Whiteman was struggling with the weight of the furs. Watching Joe open his eyes, the Paiute could see his confusion as he tried to sit up. Gently pushing Joe back down, the Paiute wondered what Joe was trying to say. However, before the Paiute could attempt to communicate, Joe had fallen back asleep.<\/p>\n Light was barely filtering in through the teepee when the Paiute got up to begin his day. Joe was alive, but far from out of danger, and the Paiute sensed it was going to take some time.<\/p>\n By early morning Joe was restless again, thrashing as best he could under the weight of the heavy furs. His body temperature was warmer but he still continued to shiver now and again. Lifting a portion of the furs, the Paiute examined Joe more closely, shaking his head at the myriad of cuts and bruises that promised infection.<\/p>\n \u201cHe needs those cuts tended to,\u201d the young squaw motioned to her husband.<\/p>\n Checking the color of Joe\u2019s skin, the Paiute pinched his arm.<\/p>\n \u201cIf we can\u2019t get him warm, he won\u2019t live long enough for the cuts to matter. It is the cold that still continues to threaten him,\u201d said the Paiute.<\/p>\n ************************************************************************<\/p>\n Before the sun was up Ben was barking orders at his sons.<\/p>\n \u201cWake up some of the hands, Hoss. The more eyes we have the better. We\u2019ll begin on the north side of the lake starting with the area where Joe chose to swim,\u201d said Ben.<\/p>\n Always the optimist, Hoss tried to stay positive although he was sick with worry. \u201cMaybe Cochise got tired of waiting, and we\u2019ll find Joe wandering home,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n But Ben was simply not in the mood. His fear had been rising throughout the night, hoping beyond hope that Joe would have turned up by now. Glancing at Hoss, Adam felt for his brother for he knew his guilt consumed him.<\/p>\n \u201cWe\u2019ll find him, Hoss. Don\u2019t worry. And when we do we\u2019ll both give him a bath he won\u2019t forget!\u201d said Adam.<\/p>\n After saddling their horses they mounted quickly, anxious to begin their search. By late morning word had got out that Joe was missing. Neighboring ranches offered to help so as to cover more ground, and Roy also showed up with more volunteers to help scour the area.<\/p>\n As the day wore on ominous rumors were hushed, but everyone began to have their doubts. There was even some discussion about dragging the shoreline, but Roy wasn\u2019t about to assume the worst; not yet. Looking at his old friend staring out at the lake, Roy felt a deep ached in his heart.<\/p>\n \u201cWe\u2019re here for as long as it takes Ben,\u201d said Roy, gently alerting his friend to his presence. \u201cWon\u2019t give up till we find him.\u201d<\/p>\n Roy\u2019s soft reassurances weren\u2019t working. Ben shook his head. \u201cHe\u2019s gone Roy. You know how deep and cold this water is. You\u2019ve felt it yourself \u2026 no one could last this long\u2026 it\u2019s too cold,\u201d said Ben.<\/p>\n \u201cI know no such thing, Ben, and neither do you. That son of yours is the most resourceful young man I know,\u201d said Roy.<\/p>\n With spirits slightly lifted, Ben turned to Roy and nodded his head, grateful for an old friend.<\/p>\n When Joe awoke he felt more alert, and a growing sense of uneasiness developed as he became more aware of his surroundings. Listening to the women talk, he wished he could understand the language. Adam had taught him a few words but nothing more than the simple hello and goodbye.<\/p>\n He could hear voices outside raised in anger, and the intonation was clear enough to tell him someone was not happy. Sitting up quickly, he caught the attention of the Paiute\u2019s squaw and he pointed to the door of the teepee. Joe was frightened and believed that in moments he could be dragged outside.<\/p>\n Still weak, Joe\u2019s chest heaved trying to catch his breath. He noticed the women were frowning, convincing him even more that he was in imminent danger.<\/p>\n The Paiute who had saved him seemed to be speaking the loudest as Joe had gotten to know the sound of his voice. He only hoped that the words spoken the loudest were in his defense. Before he could listen to more, the flap of the teepee opened and the Paiute barreled through.<\/p>\n The Paiute was not pleased. His dark eyes locked with Joe\u2019s in such defiance it forced Joe to move further back from his bed in an attempt to get away. Grabbing Joe by his arm the Paiute shook his head. No translation was necessary, Joe knew to stay put.<\/p>\n \u201cWhat will it take for him to trust,\u201d said the Paiute.<\/p>\n \u201cHe was frightened by your disagreement. Your voices were angry,\u201d said the Paiute\u2019s Squaw.<\/p>\n \u201cHe needs to stay under the furs if he wishes to get well.\u201d The Paiute frowned again at Joe. Squatting down to reassure Joe that no harm would come to him, the Paiute readjusted his furs. \u201cMy anger is with my tribe, young Whiteman,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n Drawing back slightly, Joe sat perfectly still\u2026 reminding the Paiute that although warmer, Joe was still frightened. Pushing the blankets aside, Joe tried to get up again, but a fierce sound from the Paiute stopped him from moving instantly.<\/p>\n \u201cThe warmth is not the only reason he should stay covered,\u201d smiled the Paiute\u2019s sister.<\/p>\n Looking at Joe, the Paiute smiled gently, and gestured to the blanket that left Joe fully exposed. Flushed with embarrassment, Joe clamped the furs down tightly around himself.<\/p>\n It hadn\u2019t occurred to the Paiute to find Joe\u2019s clothes when he bought him home on his horse. There had been no time.<\/p>\n Joe\u2019s blushing did not go unnoticed, as the women attempted to stifle their giggles while busying themselves with the evening chores. However, one well directed frown from the Paiute put an end to their torment.<\/p>\n \u201cI will return to the lake and bring his clothes. Keep him warm while I am gone,\u201d said the Paiute, attempting to hide his smile.<\/p>\n Riding back to the lake, the Paiute was also amused with his young Whiteman. He was aware of different customs, but had never seen such a display of modesty.<\/p>\n As he crested the bluff before his descent to the lake, the Paiute stopped abruptly. For there, scouring the shoreline and dense brush were dozens of Whiteman, and although they looked peaceful the Paiute knew better. Drawing his horse out of view, the Paiute crouched down to take a better look.<\/p>\n A very large man caught his eye and he could see this one had discovered the belongings of the young man resting back in his teepee. The Paiute stiffened as he watched the visible anguish of an older man when the articles of clothing and some boots were handed to him. Holding the items to his chest, this man gazed across the lake before falling to his knees in grief. The Paiute knew at that moment that the source of his pain rested in his teepee.<\/p>\n Suddenly there was all sorts of commotion as men surrounded the elderly man. A dark haired one with black clothes appeared to take charge, helping the older man up and urging him to sit.<\/p>\n As if in shock, everyone seemed to be looking out at the lake, so much so that the Paiute thought they were watching him. The large man who had originally found the clothes was looking particularly hard in his direction, but the Paiute soon realized the desperate eyes were not focused, but lost in grief. And the late afternoon sun kept him well hidden.<\/p>\n The Paiute continued to watch three very large men huddled together; they appeared to be incapable of moving.<\/p>\n \u201cThe young Whiteman belongs to these men\u2026this family,\u201d thought the Paiute.<\/p>\n He was tempted to make himself known, assuring them that Joe was alright, but the sudden movement of another man with a visible star attached to his chest prevented the Paiute from leaving his hiding place. He had been taught that to venture too close to a man with a star could mean certain danger, so fear drove him back to his camp<\/p>\n Joe was sleeping soundly when the Paiute returned to his teepee. Glancing at his squaw for assurance that nothing had happened in his absence, the Paiute spoke of all the Whiteman down at the lakeshore.<\/p>\n \u201cThey look for this one.\u201d He pointed to Joe. \u201cHis family thinks he is dead, for his clothes have been found,\u201d said the Paiute.<\/p>\n Remembering that Joe was still in need of some clothes, the Paiute found his own and laid them beside Joe\u2019s head.<\/p>\n \u201cWe must not speak of his family, for it will trouble him,\u201d warned the Paiute.<\/p>\n \u201cAnd we must not speak of this information, for the tribe is upset by this Whiteman\u2019s presence here,\u201d said his Squaw. \u201cThey did not bother us while you were away, but many were near.\u201d<\/p>\n The Squaw had no idea how accurate she was, for even at that moment whispers carried the news of the Whiteman throughout the camp, and it wasn\u2019t long before unrest could be heard outside the Paiute\u2019s teepee. Leaving his teepee to see what the commotion was all about, the Paiute had barely set foot outside before he was instantly stopped in his tracks.<\/p>\n \u201cThe Whiteman you keep will only bring trouble to our tribe,\u201d argued the brave blocking the Paiute\u2019s path.<\/p>\n Many had now gathered near the Paiute\u2019s teepee, curious and fearful of the rumors.<\/p>\n \u201cOur brother here has seen many Whiteman gather at the lake. They search for the boy,\u201d said one brave to anyone who would listen.<\/p>\n Feeling the hostility, the Paiute searched for the camp Elder, who was respected and known for his wisdom.<\/p>\n However, the Paiute did not to look too long as the Elder had been listening carefully and nodded to the Paiute to speak.<\/p>\n \u201cMy brother worries too much. The Whiteman are searching for the boy. They will be grateful to us for having saved his life,\u201d said the Paiute.<\/p>\n \u201cOr they will blame us for taking him,\u201d shouted the brave.<\/p>\n Disgusted, the Paiute was just about to say something more when he heard Joe\u2019s panicked voice. Glaring at his tribe, the Paiute quickly returned to his teepee, only to find Joe sitting up with his chest heaving in fright.<\/p>\n \u201cThe sound of anger frightened him, he could hear you shouting,\u201d said his squaw.<\/p>\n \u201cHis fear is real for the tribe does not support his presence here,\u201d said the Paiute.<\/p>\n Joe\u2019s eyes darted anxiously between the Paiute and his squaw.<\/p>\n \u201cTell me what wrong,\u201d urged Joe. \u201cI don\u2019t understand.\u201d<\/p>\n It was time to bridge the language barrier. Taking Joe\u2019s hand and placing it gently on his chest, the Paiute offered Joe his name, \u201cChetan.\u201d The gesture had an immediate effect on Joe, and like a gift of friendship, Joe nodded and repeated his name; Chetan.<\/p>\n Nothing more necessary.<\/p>\n In the morning, as instructed, Chetan returned to the lake and to see if the Whiteman were still there. Although reluctant, he respected the wishes of the elder, leaving strict instructions to others to keep away from his teepee.<\/p>\n Once he reached the familiar bluff, Chetan and two other braves that had accompanied him could see clearly that the Whiteman were gone.<\/p>\n \u201cYou see brothers\u2026 they have left, we have nothing to fear,\u201d said the Paiute.<\/p>\n Anxious to get back to his camp the Paiute turned to go, but then caught sight of a large man leaning against a rock. Slowing down, he urged the others to go on ahead so he could take a better look.<\/p>\n There, leaning up against a rock, the Paiute recognized Hoss, who moved very little \u2026except to occasionally toss a pebble and watch it dance on water.<\/p>\n ************************************************************************<\/p>\n By day two Hoss was convinced that\u2019s Joe\u2019s death was all his fault. Hoping to find some clues, he had chosen to return to the lakefront even though dozens of volunteers had scoured the area the day before. Although he knew there was a good probability that his brother had drowned, he still couldn\u2019t understand why. Joe was a good swimmer.<\/p>\n Staring out at the water, Hoss imagined his brother\u2019s head popping up and whipping his hair from side to side, as he so often did.<\/p>\n Hoss still hadn\u2019t recovered from the pain of getting his Pa back to the ranch. It was the hardest thing he had ever had to do. But no harder than Roy\u2019s task, and Hoss could still hear him trying to convince his Pa to go home.<\/p>\n \u201cBen, you need to go home and get some rest. Your boys are worried about you,\u201d Roy had said. \u201cThere\u2019s nothing here for you, Ben, and staring at the water won\u2019t bring Joe back.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cDon\u2019t you understand? I want my son, I need to see him \u2026 hold him!\u201d And then Ben had revealed what was truly weighing heavy on his heart. \u201cI need to bury my son,\u201d he had whispered, staring at the sand.<\/p>\n Wincing at Ben\u2019s words, Roy had been left speechless. Squeezing his friend\u2019s shoulder, he had glanced around for Hoss or Adam to help get Ben home.<\/p>\n \u201cAlright Ben, we\u2019ll find him for you, but you get home and rest.\u201d<\/p>\n Roy had watched Ben rise stiffly as his body mirrored the pain in his heart.<\/p>\n Hoss knew that once his family was out of view, Roy would begin the burdensome task of dragging the lake, hoping to find Joe\u2019s body.<\/p>\n Still staring at the water, Hoss vowed he would return every day until he found an answer.<\/p>\n ************************************************************************<\/p>\n When Chetan returned to the camp, tempers had simmered and his tribe was satisfied that the Whiteman combing the lake had posed no threat.<\/p>\n Joe was also feeling much better and ached to get up and stretch his legs, although his new attire left him a bit reluctant to be seen! Seeing his hesitation, Chetan practically pushed him outside the teepee shaking his head again at Joe\u2019s modesty. He was shown a spot where he could continue to rest and enjoy the sun, while Chetan went about the chores of the day.<\/p>\n Joe marveled at life outside the teepee and observed how each member of the tribe had a purpose. The lifestyle was simple, and nothing was taken for granted. Now and again young children would stop and run, teasing him in a playful manner. But after spending hours on his own, Joe\u2019s thoughts would drift to his family and he worried how desperately concerned they would be.<\/p>\n He remembered the anguish he had shared with his brothers when they had thought that a rustler had killed their Pa. Putting his head down, Joe tried to suppress the memories, as he didn\u2019t want his family to suffer the way he did. They all had agonized so much, believing their Pa was dead, and the thought that he was causing his family so much pain was suddenly overwhelming.<\/p>\n Sitting quietly, with his head down, Joe watched the ground moisten with his tears.<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019m okay Pa,\u201d he whispered quietly. \u201cPlease don\u2019t worry.\u201d<\/p>\n Joe knew in his heart that his family would have scoured the lake for any signs of life. But he also knew the depth of lake would sooner or later force his family to give up and accept his fate, without any hope of retrieving his body. For the most part Joe was an accepted novelty in camp, but to some he was still not to be trusted. And for this reason, Chetan still kept a close eye not so much on Joe but on those opposed to his presence.<\/p>\n Bedding down for the night, Joe felt useful having helped the camp with some chores. There was plenty to do and Joe had busied himself gathering firewood throughout the day. He knew better than to venture far from his teepee but was quick to help others carrying water from a nearby stream when they passed near him, taking the heavy burden of carrying water from them. His strength was returning and soon he prayed he would be reunited with his family.<\/p>\n Lost in his thoughts, Joe wasn\u2019t aware of a shadow so fluid it could easily be mistaken for wind.<\/p>\n Without warning, Joe was yanked up by his hair, while a massive hand clamped over his mouth and nose. His hands instantly fought with the vise-like grip that sought to cut off his air.<\/p>\n As he was dragged towards the opening of the teepee Joe could feel the cold steel etching into his throat. His eyes begged for someone …anyone. His Paiute.<\/p>\n Looking frantically around the teepee, Joe could see Chetan\u2019s squaw and his sister sleeping soundly, but Chetan was nowhere to be seen. Panic surged inside him and his ears roared with lack of oxygen.<\/p>\n Joe knew that once dragged outside, anything could happen, but he simply was no match for his assailant. But just as his world was going black, he felt the hand clamped on his face release its grip and he slid to the ground.<\/p>\n Joe was vaguely aware of Chetan, who seemed to have appeared out of nowhere. In an effort not to pass out, he tried to focus on the battle behind him…. but its silence was its strength, and within seconds an unconscious brave was dragged outside by Chetan.<\/p>\n Standing, Joe staggered to his bed and dropped to his knees. His mind reeled in the aftermath, as he realized how close he had come to never seeing his family again.<\/p>\n With fear still lodged in his throat, Joe suddenly found it difficult to breath. Gasping for air he reached for Chetan who seemed to once again appear out of nowhere.<\/p>\n Without hesitation Chetan gently stroked Joe\u2019s back, helping him bring his breathing under control. Slightly embarrassed by his reaction to fear, Joe squeezed Cheetan\u2019s arm in thanks and encouraged him to go back to bed.<\/p>\n Lying down, done in\u2026Joe rolled onto his side. Now more than ever he ached for his Pa. He needed his strength and assurance that everything was going to be all right. Never had Joe felt so alone, and in a sudden release of tension his shoulders shook, as tears of exhaustion tracked down his face.<\/p>\n Hidden once again in the shadows, Chetan observed Joe, knowing the tears were not that of a child, but of a brave young man at the end of his rope.<\/p>\n Nodding to his squaw, Chetan whispered quietly, \u201cit is time.\u201d<\/p>\n During the day Chetan kept close to his camp, making sure Joe was being properly treated. Ever since the attack he was well aware of the dangers within his own tribe and there was still some debate over whether Joe should be allowed to return home to his family.<\/p>\n \u201cLet the boy go, he means no harm. I will make sure I take him home in a direction he would have difficulty following if he chose to return with his people,\u201d said Chetan.<\/p>\n But fear of revenge still fueled plenty of doubt in the camp.<\/p>\n \u201cI know of his father and he has much land. A Whiteman with that much wealth can only mean trouble for our people, especially if he believes we took his son,\u201d said one of the braves.<\/p>\n \u201cBut the boy is grateful. You\u2019ve seen how he tries to be helpful around camp. You\u2019re not born helpful, you have to be taught to care. I would think twice before we judge his father,\u201d said Chetan.<\/p>\n Listening carefully the Elder nodded his head in approval.<\/p>\n \u201cI sense goodness in the boy as well. Prepare him for travel, for you leave at dawn,\u201d said the Elder.<\/p>\n Chetan did not wait for a rebuttal from the other braves, but rather nodded his head in respect to the Elder and returned to his teepee.<\/p>\n There were many routes Chetan could travel to take Joe home, so before the evening sun made its final descent, he once again returned to the bluff overlooking the lake to determine which route was easiest. Chetan had concerns about Joe\u2019s ability on bareback and wondered if the rough terrain could possibly be too much for him to handle.<\/p>\n By the time Chetan had arrived at the Lake he was satisfied he had chosen a suitable route. Admiring the lake\u2019s beauty Chetan was startled to see the large, now-familiar Whitman again looking out across the water. Chetan wished he could relieve his pain.<\/p>\n ************************************************************************<\/p>\n As Hoss leaned against a boulder he noticed an Indian watching him from a distance. This was not the first time he had seen this particular Indian and Hoss wished he had the nerve to ask if he had seen Joe. But he had been taught to be cautious and waited for the Paiute to make the first move.<\/p>\n Waving in a gesture of good will, Hoss had hoped the Paiute might venture closer\u2026 so he could try and communicate.<\/p>\n Unfortunately, Chetan, like Hoss, was not completely certain. He had never seen a Whiteman the size of Hoss, and assumed any confrontation could be deadly. So Chetan turned away at Hoss\u2019s wave and made his way back to his tribe, with no intention of sharing what he had observed.<\/p>\n With everything ready to go, Joe smiled and said his goodbyes to Chetan\u2019s squaw and his sister. Blushing he hesitated briefly, until Chetan, well aware of the exchange, lead him eagerly to his horse!<\/p>\n Not quite sure what was expected of him, Joe accepted the reins, and Chetan watched as Joe contemplated the horse without a saddle. But a lighting quick swing mount left no doubt in Chetan\u2019s mind of Joe\u2019s ability. Glancing at his tribe, he felt an odd sense of pride, and smiling, he signaled Joe in the direction that would eventually lead him home.<\/p>\n Watching Joe from behind, Chetan marveled at the easy relationship between the horse and its rider, and quickly realized that the path he had chosen would present no difficulty.<\/p>\n Perhaps it was the fact that the terrain was so flat, combined with the knowledge that he would likely never see Joe again that caused Chetan to urge his horse ahead and challenge Joe to keep up.<\/p>\n Seeing the playful expression on Chetan\u2019s face, Joe yelped with excitement, and the two of them sped towards an imaginary finish line.<\/p>\n Eventually Chetan slowed to a stop and encouraged Joe to do the same, for they had reached a place familiar to Joe, well within running distance to the ranch house.<\/p>\n Dismounting and holding the reins of the borrowed horse, Joe paused and looked up at his friend.<\/p>\n \u201cHow do I say goodbye and thank someone who saved my life?\u201d thought Joe.<\/p>\n Joe began to speak but Chetan held up his hand to silence his words of thanks. Instead, he very carefully removed his beads from around his neck, and handed them down to his young friend.<\/p>\n As Joe\u2019s eyes glistened in gratitude, Chetan nodded and was reminded of what his squaw had said about this young Whiteman.<\/p>\n \u201cHis heart speaks through his eyes,\u201d she had said watching Joe help others in the camp.<\/p>\n \u201cAnd hopefully his eyes have finally found trust and friendship in mine,\u201d thought Chetan.<\/p>\n Turning his horse abruptly, Chetan headed back towards his camp\u2026and Joe sped towards his home, in a run that barely touched the ground.<\/p>\n ************************************************************************<\/p>\n Slamming open the front door, Joe\u2019s first reaction was to yell and let everyone know he was home. Instead, however, he ran smack into a face\u2026 frozen in disbelief!<\/p>\n \u201cHop sing\u2026where are they? Hop sing, please,\u201d urged Joe. \u201cWhere\u2019s Pa? Where\u2019s Adam\u2026 Hoss!\u201d Frantic, Joe turned to go, but Hop sing had found his voice just in time.<\/p>\n \u201cStrays\u2026 they all look for strays,\u201d Hop sing whispered quietly.<\/p>\n Staring at Joe, Hop sing was about to give him more information, but Joe was already running out the door and heading towards the barn.<\/p>\n \u201cThey look for stays so they not think about their loss, Little Joe,\u201d Hopsing said quietly to an empty room.<\/p>\n Hop sing couldn\u2019t believe that Joe was alive, as he remembered well the day Ben had returned from the lake clutching Joe\u2019s clothes. All seemed lost that day, with little hope of ever finding Joe\u2019s body. Each day the Joe\u2019s family attempted to busy themselves with mundane chores, desperate to take their minds off their loss.<\/p>\n Now, with Joe having returned, Hop sing beamed with anticipation, and couldn\u2019t wait to start the evening meal.<\/p>\n In the barn, Joe couldn\u2019t be bothered with a saddle, having just ridden bareback. He knew Cochise could adapt quickly and wanted to get to his family as soon as possible. Leading Cochise out of the barn, Joe swing mounted on bareback for the second time that day.<\/p>\n Wasting no time, he galloped out of the yard heading for the north pasture, where he knew his family often looked for strays.<\/p>\n Sure enough, it wasn\u2019t long before Joe spotted Buck, and on him was a rider he couldn\u2019t wait to embrace. In his excitement he let out a yell, not unlike the one he had let go when he was racing Chetan. A yell that could easily be mistaken for that of an Indian.<\/p>\n Tearing across the open meadow, it hadn\u2019t occurred to Joe that his painted horse combined with his native clothing, could trigger a deadly misconception.<\/p>\n \u201cInjun!\u201d screamed one of the hands.<\/p>\n And driven by fear, a rifle was instantly leveled and aimed at the Joe.<\/p>\n Hoss\u2019 eyes were glued on the horse. \u201cNo!\u201d he screamed. But the only answer to his plea was the sharp retort of a riffle.<\/p>\n The impact left Joe staring up at the sky, dazed and confused by what had just happened. Oddly, his mind recalled staring at the same gorgeous blue sky while floating on his back in the lake. But his momentary confusion was quickly refocused by an intense pain that seared his shoulder. The bullet had thrown Joe clear of his horse, and his head had landed hard on some loose rocks. His pain was all mixed up.<\/p>\n \u201cOh God, I\u2019ve been shot\u2026 no\u2026why would they shoot me?\u201d<\/p>\n Frightened and barely holding on to consciousness, Joe could see figures racing towards him. Everyone was shouting at once, bombarding his senses. His urge to slide into darkness was being interrupted, commanding his attention.<\/p>\n \u201cJoseph! Come on, boy\u2026stay with us,\u201d urged Ben, kneeling beside his son.<\/p>\n Hearing a voice so attached to his heart, Joe opened his eyes. His vision was blurring, but not before he saw the faces of his family. Reaching for his lifeline, Joe\u2019s hand found his Pa.<\/p>\n \u201cLie still boy, you\u2019ve been shot,\u201d Ben whispered<\/p>\n Squeezing Joe\u2019s hand, Ben attempted to ground his son, assuring him that everything was going to be alright. Crowding in on the circle, both Adam and Hoss leaned into Joe, anxious to see that their brother was okay.<\/p>\n Nothing made sense to Joe. Why would they shoot him\u2026 he was family. But then his heart began to pump in sheer panic as he glanced down at his native clothing.<\/p>\n \u201cCan\u2019t breathe,\u201d Joe whispered, fighting to stay conscious.<\/p>\n The blow to Joe\u2019s head was far more concerning now, and blood was rapidly carpeting the ground he was lying on. Instinctively, Joe\u2019s family moved back slightly, realizing that they had let their fear of losing him again, interfere with what was best for him.<\/p>\n \u201cAlways have to make an entrance, don\u2019t ya, little brother,” said Hoss.<\/p>\n Hoss could see the humour flash briefly in Joe\u2019s eyes, and volunteered quickly to get the wagon back at the ranch.<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019ll be back as fast as I can, Pa. You behave yourself, little brother,\u201d said Hoss, patting Joe\u2019s arm.<\/p>\n Adam got up as well, ready to fetch the doctor back to the ranch, but the hand who was mortified that he had accidentally shot Joe had beaten him to it.<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019ll meet Doc back at the ranch and get everything ready,\u201d said Adam. \u201cDon\u2019t you be late this time, little brother, or you\u2019ll have me to answer to!\u201d<\/p>\n Each of them knew how serious the situation was, as Joe was pale and losing far too much blood. Steady pressure was being applied to his wounds, but like staying in the water too long, time was not on his side.<\/p>\n Lying still, Joe could sense lots of commotion and he could hear his family making plans to go. Everyone seemed to be leaving and Joe was growing increasingly disoriented. Panicking, he released his Pa\u2019s hand and grasped his sleeve to tug him closer.<\/p>\n \u201cDon\u2019t go\u2026 please. Please, Pa,\u201d urged Joe.<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019m not going anywhere,\u201d Ben assured his son.<\/p>\n But Joe\u2019s fear was plain as day and Ben\u2019s presence was not only necessary but essential to his well being.<\/p>\n Smiling gently, Ben very calmly took Joe\u2019s hand and pressed it up against the side of his cheek.<\/p>\n \u201cWild horses couldn\u2019t drag me away, son,\u201d said Ben.<\/p>\n It wasn\u2019t long before Hoss returned with a wagon and Joe was settled in the back with his Pa. True to his word Ben, continued to hold his son, whispering words of encouragement in the hopes of keeping Joe awake. The extent of Joe\u2019s head injury was still unknown and Ben wanted Doc Martin to examine him before he let him drift off to sleep.<\/p>\n As the wagon entered the yard of the ranch house everyone was ready, assuming a role, like a well rehearsed waltz. Ever so gently, Hoss lifted Joe out of the wagon, with Ben following close behind. Hop Sing had water boiling and a fire lit in Joe\u2019s bedroom, while Doc Martin had his instruments laid out in anticipation of a bullet wound. And Adam had filled in the Doc with the extent of Joe\u2019s injuries.<\/p>\n Joe had finally succumbed, and was unconscious by the time Hoss carried him up to his bedroom. Pressure had to be reapplied to the head wound so as stop the bleeding and Doc Martin was worried about Joe\u2019s weakened state. Normally when it came to Joe, he counted on Joe\u2019s robust health to pull him through.<\/p>\n Rifle shots were always more damaging, and this particular wound did not disappoint.<\/p>\n The bullet had gone clean through, but in its wake left shattered bone and tissue damage. The Doc\u2019s work was cut out for him. But what concerned Doc the most was getting Joe on the right side of recovery, for he had never seen Joe so frail.<\/p>\n \u201cLeave me with him Ben,\u201d said the Doc.<\/p>\n Normally this was the family\u2019s cue to leave and go downstairs, but no one responded.<\/p>\n Looking around the room, the Doc realized that each of them were suffering, and finding Joe again, with possibly losing him a second time\u2026was simply too much.<\/p>\n So this time they chose to stay, ignoring the Doc, and finding a corner or a chair to remain out of the way for as long as it took.<\/p>\n It was hours before Joe gradually surfaced to where he was aware of those around him. Opening his eyes, he simply stared at his family, not quite believing he was finally home.<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019m sorry,\u201d said Joe.<\/p>\n \u201cSorry, I don\u2019t understand, son, we\u2019re the ones who should be sorry. We simply didn\u2019t know it was you,\u201d said Ben.<\/p>\n Momentarily confused, Joe shook his head.<\/p>\n \u201cNo\u2026 not that Pa,\u201d said Joe realizing his bullet wound was an accident. \u201cI\u2019m sorry because I missed your surprise. What was it Pa?\u201d<\/p>\n Staring at Joe, Ben realized his son was referring to the evening he had planned to surprise his sons, whereby they would all dine at the opening of the Grand Hotel.<\/p>\n It all seemed so insignificant now.<\/p>\n But seeing the disappointment in son\u2019s eyes, Ben was reminded of the small boy who hated to miss out on surprises and secrets.<\/p>\n Thinking of what he might say to make Joe feel better, Adam joined the conversation at his brother\u2019s bedside.<\/p>\n \u201cDon\u2019t worry little brother, Hoss ate a huge meal, but I think the restaurant still has some food left for you!\u201d said Adam.<\/p>\n Grateful for some much-needed levity, Ben smiled at Adam as they both remembered the dinner all too well\u2026 a dinner fraught with worry that would later turn into a nightmare.<\/p>\n \u201cWe can talk more tomorrow. You rest now, son,\u201d said Ben.<\/p>\n Closing his eyes, Joe was reminded of another deep, authoritative voice, insisting that he rest.<\/p>\n Joe\u2019s recovery was much slower than it had been in the past, for the tissue damage was extensive and he tired quickly. Gradually he began to tell his family what had happened that fateful afternoon down at the lake.<\/p>\n Watching them listen, Joe could see the pain on Hoss\u2019 face and knew he still blamed himself for his ordeal. He had tried to reassure his brother that he was the one who persuaded him to go back to the ranch.<\/p>\n Sensitive to Hoss, Joe was careful not to share too much; how frightened he\u2019d been, the attempt on his life, and the worry that he would never see his family again.<\/p>\n For now, Joe recalled his ordeal like an adventure. He talked about the daily life in the camp, and the children\u2019s games that he watched as he sat outside the teepee. As well, he joked how pretty the women were that nurtured him back to health, recalling the embarrassing moment when his modesty was compromised.<\/p>\n \u201cThey were not at all like I expected,\u201d said Joe. \u201cThey teased one another just like us. In fact one of the braves reminded me of you Adam\u2026 real bossy!\u201d<\/p>\n Adam smiled at his younger brother, saving a clever response for another time. For now, he just savored the fact that Joe was alive, and so was his sense of humor.<\/p>\n But when it came time for Joe to talk about Chetan, the bond he felt was much stronger than he realized, and without warning Joe felt quite despondent.<\/p>\n Twisting his bed sheets, he was at a loss for words, attempting to describe his relationship with Chetan to his family. Sensing his discomfort, Adam and Hoss quietly excused themselves from Joe\u2019s bedroom. Joe needed time with his Pa.<\/p>\n \u201cI wish Chetan could have understood how I felt, Pa. I was so frightened…so confused. I never realized how difficult it was, when you don\u2019t understand the language,\u201d said Joe.<\/p>\n Looking down at the beads left on Joe\u2019s bedside table, Ben tried to reassure his son that Chetan had understood just fine. Ben had always marveled at Joe\u2019s ability to express a wealth of meaning through his eyes, and there was no doubt in his mind that Chetan understood much more than Joe realized.<\/p>\n No words were necessary; only trust. But summer had returned, and with it renewed hope for a successful hunting season.<\/p>\n Rounding a familiar bluff, Chetan was distracted by a voice coming off the lake that could only belong to one person. Gazing down at the young man splashing about in the water, with the ever-watchful large man leaning up against a rock, Chetan smiled to his squaw.<\/p>\n \u201cI see our young friend has recovered well,\u201d said Chetan.<\/p>\n \u201cPerhaps you should leave him some clothes, just in case!\u201d smiled his squaw.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n The End<\/p>\n Author’s note: Many, many, many thanks go to my good friend Southplains, who was so supportive and helpful with my POV! 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\nHe could no longer feel anything, for his body was growing numb below the lake\u2019s surface. Like two wooden sticks, Joe\u2019s legs churned desperately to keep his head above water as he watched the small band of Paiutes resting near the shoreline. What was supposed to have been a cool late summer afternoon swim \u2026was turning into a nightmare.<\/p>\n
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\nPeeking through some brush Joe could see and hear the braves preparing to leave. They appeared to be laughing at the size of a rabbit a younger brave had managed to snare. As his mind continued to drift randomly, Joe felt some sympathy as he watched the young man be ridiculed.
\n\u201cI guess older brothers are all alike, no matter what language you speak,\u201d thought Joe. \u201c<\/p>\n
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\nEpilogue
\nThe winter had been hard for Chetan and his tribe. Moving frequently, there was scarcely enough food for everyone, and the weather was bitterly cold.<\/p>\n