{"id":2921,"date":"2011-04-17T16:43:02","date_gmt":"2011-04-17T20:43:02","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/bonanzabrand.info\/library\/?p=2921"},"modified":"2026-07-22T13:16:09","modified_gmt":"2026-07-22T17:16:09","slug":"under-the-influence","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/bonanzabrand.info\/library\/?p=2921","title":{"rendered":"Under the Influence (by frasrgrl)"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Summary: \u00a0An old friend of Ben&#8217;s comes to visit. Why does he have so much influence over Ben, and will it damage Ben&#8217;s relationship with Joe beyond repair?<\/p>\n<p>Word Count: 82,946\u00a0\u00a0Rated:\u00a0T<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0Under the Influence<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><em><strong>Story Notes: <\/strong>A ton of thanks goes to idmarryhoss for all her help in betaing this and all her valuable input.<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><em><strong>Authors note:<\/strong>\u00a0 The quote from Marie is an actual quote from another very strong woman. Eleanor Roosevelt. I did tweek the last part of it. The actual quote is &#8220;No one can make you feel inferior without your consent.&#8221; I have always liked that quote and I felt Marie was the perfect person to say it.<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><em>** Historical note:\u00a0 St. Ignatius Academy was issued a charter in 1859 by the State of California under the name of St. Ignatius College. In 1930 St. Ignatius became the University of San Francisco.<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p>The three oldest Cartwrights sat at the dining room table, enjoying their morning meal.\u00a0 Ben Cartwright kept glancing at the staircase waiting for his wayward youngest to appear. As usual, Joe was late.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cHoss would you please\u2026\u201d Ben didn\u2019t finish his sentence to his middle but biggest son because at that moment footsteps were heard coming down the stairs.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cGood morning Pa, Adam, Hoss,\u201d Joe mumbled sleepily as he slipped into his chair.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWell, it\u2019s about time you graced us with your presence.\u201d Adam, the oldest of the three sons, remarked sarcastically before anyone else could say a word.<\/p>\n<p>Looking towards his father and seeing the irritated scowl on Ben\u2019s face, Joe decided silence was the best course of action. Although he couldn\u2019t help glaring at his oldest brother as he reached for the platter of eggs.<\/p>\n<p>As Joe started on his breakfast, Ben and Adam discussed what needed to be done on the ranch that day.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cJoe, I want you to ride out to the south pasture and round up any strays you find. I was out there yesterday and noticed that the herd was starting to wander,\u201d Adam instructed his brother.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cAw, come on Adam, it\u2019s a long ride out there. Just because you\u2019re still mad at me about the other day doesn\u2019t mean ya need to stick me with every lousy job on the ranch. I told ya I didn\u2019t mean to knock ya into the horse trough. It was an accident, I swear,\u201d Joe pleaded with his brother, using his best puppy dog eyes.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWe all do our fair share, Joe. As I told you yesterday you need to start pulling your weight around here,\u201d Adam lectured.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI do pull my weight. I work as hard as ya and Hoss do,\u201d Joe looked at Hoss and waited for confirmation. Instead Hoss kept his head down and applied himself to his breakfast as if his life depended on it. \u201cWell Hoss?\u201d Joe pressed.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cNow ya jest leave me out of this, Little Joe. I don\u2019t want ta get in the middle one of your fights with Big Brother here,\u201d Hoss said motioning towards Adam with his fork.<\/p>\n<p>Joe glared at both of his brothers and let his fork fall to his plate, his appetite suddenly gone.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cAlso, make sure you\u2019re home on time, Little Joe\u201d Ben told his son. \u201cRemember the Strouds will be here today.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI promise Pa, I\u2019ll be home on time,\u201d Joe said as he stood up from the table and dropped his napkin on his plate. \u201cI better go so I can get out ta the south pasture and back on time, if I wanna ta keep that promise.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cYou haven\u2019t finished your breakfast. Sit down and finish eating, Little Joe,\u201d Ben instructed.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI\u2019m not hungry, Pa,\u201d With that, Joe walked away from the table. He stopped at the credenza, strapped on his gun belt, grabbed his jacket and hat and was out the door, with a loud bang as the door slammed behind him.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cJoseph!\u201d\u00a0 Ben yelled after him. \u201cWhen will that boy ever learn to close a door properly?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cDon\u2019t hold your breath if you\u2019re expectin\u2019 that ta happen,\u201d Hoss remarked as he put his fork down.\u00a0 \u201cCuz it\u2019ll never happen, Pa.\u00a0 Well, I best be on my way too. Ya comin\u2019 Adam?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Adam wiped his mouth with his napkin, laid it on his plate and stood up. \u201cYeah, I\u2019m coming.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Ben rose with his sons and followed them out the door; he wanted to have one last word with Joe before he left.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><strong>Chapter 2<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p>Ben watched Joe ride away after a final reminder about that night and prayed that the boy would keep his promise and be on time for once. Ben was nervous and uneasy about this visit, he just hoped that everything would go smoothly and no major disasters happened.\u00a0 He had been nervous all week and knew he was driving everyone to distraction. Hop Sing was ready to quit after Ben asked him about the readiness of the guestrooms and the menu for the duration of the visit for what seemed like the hundredth time. The boys started making themselves scarce.\u00a0 Adam continually found reasons to go up to the lumber camp.\u00a0 Hoss would head out on the pretense of checking the herds. And Joe, he kept himself busy at the corral with the horses.\u00a0 Ben knew he was driving them crazy, but he just couldn\u2019t help himself.<\/p>\n<p>His mind wandered back to his childhood and the part that Alex Stroud played in it. He had known Alex all his life.\u00a0 Alex was Ben\u2019s oldest brother\u2019s, friend was and twelve years his senior. Whereas Ben\u2019s childhood home was full of laughter and love, Alex was an only child whose parents didn\u2019t care where he was or what he did. While Ben was growing up, Alex had already become a part of the family; the Cartwright\u2019s home, in a sense, had become his, even when Alex went to college, he spent all his breaks with the Cartwrights. In a large hard working family such as Ben\u2019s, the children often didn\u2019t get as much attention as they did in smaller families, for work was the top priority. Being the youngest, this was the case for Ben, but he always knew that he was loved by his family. \u00a0Alex had the opinion that it was up to him to take on the role of a surrogate father to Ben.\u00a0 Ben\u2019s own father was a strict disciplinarian, but in comparison to Alex he was a pussy cat, for Alex demanded absolute perfection and obedience. No one thought anything of Alex taking Ben under his wing.\u00a0 They felt it was a blessing that someone was taking an interest in him and was able to keep the rambunctious child in line. None of them knew the extent of the relationship between Ben and Alex.\u00a0 Ben grew up respecting Alex, but there was something more to it.\u00a0 He felt that he never measured up to the expectations that Alex had.\u00a0 More than once he found himself across Alex\u2019s knee for the slightest infraction, even after he had become a teenager. Ben always promised himself that he would try harder to be what Alex expected him to be, and not a disappointment. He knew that somehow he would make something of himself. He had dreams and someday they would come true.<\/p>\n<p>Alex had gone to medical school and became a well respected surgeon whereas Ben ran off as soon as he could and signed on with the first clipper ship that would have him.\u00a0 Alex made sure that Ben knew he felt that Ben was throwing his life away. One time, when Ben was on leave, and able to visit his family, Alex took him aside to have a little talk with him.\u00a0\u201cBenjamin I\u2019m so disappointed in you. You\u2019ll never make anything of yourself by becoming the basest of society. Is this what you want to become?\u00a0 Sailors are unrefined drunkards; you can be so much more. With the proper education and the right connections you could go far.\u201d\u00a0\u00a0No matter how much Ben protested, he couldn\u2019t make Alex understand that this was what he wanted. \u00a0That was the last thing that Alex said to him during that visit.\u00a0 Alex\u2019s disappointment in him was hard for Ben to accept, and it stayed with him throughout the years. Ben swore that we would prove Alex wrong, that he was not a disappointment.<\/p>\n<p>Alex met and married a woman who had strong connections in all the right social circles of New York. They had three sons, two of which were older than Adam and the youngest was a just a year older than Joe. All three had attended the finest of schools and the older two went on to become successful in their own right. The oldest followed his father\u2019s footsteps and became a surgeon, joining his father\u2019s medical practice\u00a0 His middle son became an attorney and was now pursuing a career in politics. He was on his way to becoming a congressman, but he had his sights set much higher. Alex\u2019s youngest son was still in school and attending one of the finest universities.<\/p>\n<p>Years back, just after Ben had met and married Marie, Alex had made a trip west to conduct a seminar on the latest surgical techniques. On his way to San Francisco, he stopped to see Ben.\u00a0 The Ponderosa at that time was still growing. They had just completed the house, and were quite proud of their accomplishments so far. Adam was ten and Hoss was four when Alex arrived, and nothing that Ben had done was up to Alex\u2019s standards. As far as Alex was concerned, John\u2019s little brother wasn\u2019t making anything of his life by coming out to the middle of nowhere and trying to scratch out a meager living. He even went so far as to make subtle remarks about the newly married couple and Marie\u2019s background.\u00a0 Ben was devastated and offended; he loved Marie so much that he was willing to forget what Alex\u2019s opinion meant to him and defend his wife.\u00a0 Knowing what this man meant to Ben, Marie pleaded with him not to do anything that he would regret.\u00a0\u201cAfter all, mon amour, no one can make you feel inferior unless you allow it, and I refuse to allow it.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>At this time, Alex\u2019s oldest two sons were attending the finest prep schools in the East and were the perfect sons. They had to be since Alex was an extremely strict father and would not stand for the slightest infraction, just as it was when Ben was a child. During the whole visit Alex would comment about how rough and uneducated Ben\u2019s sons were, even going as far as to say that they weren\u2019t much better than the savages that lived in the area. Ben naturally tried to defend his son\u2019s and his way of life, but he was still intimidated by this man, as he had been since childhood. The criticism found its mark in Ben\u2019s heart and stayed there.<\/p>\n<p>Now, nineteen years later, Alex was back and Ben was determined to prove that he had made something of himself and his son\u2019s were just as accomplished and just as perfect. He would do anything to impress this man whose opinion meant everything to him. Ben knew that Alex\u2019s wife has passed away about nine years ago leaving him with a ten year old son to raise. Ben was hoping that Alex would have mellowed over the years, but he wasn\u2019t counting on it.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><strong>Chapter 3<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p>It was a glorious early spring evening.\u00a0 The meadow grass was green and thick, perfect for grazing.\u00a0 The last of the winter snow had melted away.\u00a0 The sun was setting in a spectacular show of orange, reds and pinks.\u00a0 The trees were green again, and the Ponderosa pines were tall and strong.\u00a0 But all of this beauty went unseen by the young man riding down the road on a black and white pinto.\u00a0 To anyone watching, the horse and rider moved as one, in a graceful show of trust and love, but there was no enjoyment in the ride for the young man.\u00a0 He sat slumped in the saddle from exhaustion, a scowl on his face, soaking wet from head to toe and splattered with mud.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cDarn that Adam!\u00a0 He did this on purpose, Cooch.\u201d\u00a0 Joe Cartwright grumbled to his horse.\u00a0 \u201cHe already knew what that pasture was like before he sent me there.\u00a0 He knew there were large mud holes, and that the waterhole needed cleaning.\u00a0 And those beavers!\u00a0 It felt like it took years to tear that dam apart.\u00a0 And then what happened when it came apart?\u00a0 I got soaked, that\u2019s what happened!\u201d\u00a0 Joe was on a rampage now.\u00a0 \u201cLet\u2019s not even mention that cow getting stuck in the mud.\u00a0 The stupid thing didn\u2019t even have the sense to realize it was being helped.\u201d\u00a0\u00a0 He stopped his complaining for a moment and sighed.\u00a0 \u201c\u2019Go round up the strays, Joe\u2019, he says.\u00a0 \u2018When I was out there the other day I noticed that the herd was starting to stray,\u2019 he says.\u00a0 But does he say one thing about beavers, waterholes or mud?\u00a0 Heck no!\u00a0 Just send stupid little brother out there ta find it, all by himself.\u00a0 You know darn well Cooch, that if I didn\u2019t take care of any of it, and just rounded up the strays like he told me, he would have said I was lazy and couldn\u2019t pull my weight on the ranch.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Joe pulled his horse to a stop and looked down the road.\u00a0 The house was now in sight, and there was a buggy and a horse out front.\u00a0 \u201cPa\u2019s going to be fit to be tied, Cooch.\u201d\u00a0 The 17 year old bowed his head as the horse nodded, as if in agreement with his rider.\u00a0 Joe remembered his father\u2019s words from that morning before he rode out of the yard.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cRemember I want you home early today, Joseph.\u00a0 We have guests coming, and I want you here and presentable.\u201d\u00a0 Ben Cartwright ordered as he glared at the bruise that marred the young mans cheek from the fight he had gotten into at the Bucket of Blood earlier in the week.\u00a0 It didn\u2019t matter to Ben that it wasn\u2019t Joe\u2019s fault.\u00a0 Or that the drunken miner became angry because Joe had won yet another hand of poker.\u00a0 It wasn\u2019t his fault that said miner grabbed him by the shirt and punched him in the face.\u00a0 By the time Joe knew what was happening, he was lying on the floor, shaking his head to clear it and the miner was gone.\u00a0 \u201cThere will be no sneaking off to town as you\u2019ve been doing all week.\u201d\u00a0 Ben paused for a moment.\u00a0 \u201cI mean it Joseph.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cYes, Sir.\u00a0 I promise I\u2019ll be home in plenty of time, Pa.\u201d\u00a0 Joe said as he rode off, not knowing what lay ahead of him and that there wouldn\u2019t be any way he could keep that promise.<\/p>\n<p>Now here Joe sat, more than just a little late, and he was filthy.\u00a0 Looking at the house he could tell that the horse belonged to Sheriff Coffee and the buggy to Dr. Paul Martin, both long time friends of the family.\u00a0 But that wasn\u2019t where the problem lay.\u00a0 Both men were well acquainted with the youngest Cartwright and his judgment of time. \u00a0\u00a0The problem was that his father was also expecting an old friend and his son from back East.\u00a0 They were stopping for a visit before continuing on to San Francisco.\u00a0 Joe knew how anxious his father was about this visit and how he wanted everything to be perfect. \u00a0Dr. Martin had been invited because being a doctor Ben knew he would enjoy catching up on the latest medical advancement.\u00a0 Sheriff Coffee was a long time friend and his company was always enjoyed when he could get away from town.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cPa\u2019s going to kill me.\u201d\u00a0 Joe swallowed hard, straightened his shoulders and looked straight ahead.\u00a0 \u201cNo use in delaying it, Cooch, it\u2019ll only get worse.\u201d<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><strong>Chapter 4<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p>Ben heard a horse approaching, \u201cThat should be Joe now.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cHe\u2019s awfully late, Ben.\u00a0 Haven\u2019t you taught that boy the meaning of punctuality?\u201d\u00a0 Alex demanded.\u00a0 \u201cIt\u2019s quite inconsiderate of him to keep us waiting.\u00a0 Maybe taking a strap to him will teach him some manners.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI think Little Joe\u2019s a might ta old ta be getting\u2019 a tannin\u2019,\u201d Hoss said in defense of his brother.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cNonsense, a boy is never too old.\u00a0 Isn\u2019t that right Ramsey?\u201d\u00a0 Alex turned to his son who was sitting on the settee listening to the conversation around him.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cYes Father,\u201d Ramsey answered promptly.<\/p>\n<p>Adam took this opportunity to once again voice his complaints about Joe.\u00a0 Maybe this time his father would listen to him.\u00a0 \u201cYou know Pa, Mr. Stroud is right to a point.\u00a0 Something needs to be done with Joe.\u00a0 He\u2019s really turning into a handful.\u00a0 He\u2019s constantly sneaking out at night.\u00a0 The drinking, poker playing and fighting is just getting out of hand.\u00a0 I\u2019m getting tired of chasing after him and trying to keep him out of trouble.\u00a0 I\u2019m surprised we didn\u2019t have to bail him out of your jail the other night, Roy.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cNow Adam, that whole thing was\u2026\u201d\u00a0 Roy\u2019s explanation was interrupted by Alex.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cSee there Ben, that boy is out of control.\u00a0 Mark my words he\u2019ll come to no good if you let this continue.\u00a0 You need to stand up and put an end to it.\u00a0 Do you think you would be half the man you are now if I hadn\u2019t used a firm hand with you?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Roy and Paul exchanged a worried look.\u00a0 Neither one liked how things seemed to be shaping up for the youngest Cartwright.\u00a0 When Roy opened his mouth to defend both his old friend and Joe, Paul shook his head.\u00a0 Now wasn\u2019t the time.<\/p>\n<p>Ben stared into the flames in the fireplace.\u00a0 The more he listened to Alex, the angrier he became.\u00a0 Unfortunately that anger was directed at Joe.\u00a0 To have to sit here and listen to Alex point out all the shortcomings of his parenting skills, embarrassed Ben, made him feel less than adequate as a parent.\u00a0 \u201cYou\u2019re right, Alex.\u00a0 I need to use a firm hand with Joseph.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cSure, Joe\u2019s a bit wild Pa, but he\u2019s young.\u00a0 He\u2019s gonna be okay.\u00a0 How can he not with you as his father,\u201d Hoss argued in his baby brother\u2019s defense.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cNo Hoss, I\u2019m too lenient with him.\u00a0 I have let him get away with too much.\u00a0 As of tonight that all stops.\u201d\u00a0 Ben replied with determination.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><strong>Chapter 5<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p>Joe rode into the yard and slowly dismounted. He led Cochise into the barn, and gave him a thorough grooming, fresh water, hay and a bucket of oats. Joe rested his head against the horse\u2019s neck for a moment before he turned and slowly headed to the house, like a man headed to his execution. He hadn\u2019t taken more than a couple of steps onto the front porch when the door opened and Ben walked out. Ben shut the door behind him and stood there with his hands on his hips, glaring at his youngest son.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWhere have you been?\u201d Ben demanded.<\/p>\n<p>Joe looked up into his fathers eyes, and saw the anger blazing there. He quickly lowered his head, to avoid looking at his father.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWell? I\u2019m waiting for an answer, Joseph.\u201d His father\u2019s voice was quiet, deadly quiet. All three boys knew when Ben used this tone there was a storm approaching. And this time wasn\u2019t any different.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI wwas\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cNever mind\u201d Ben interrupted.\u00a0 \u201cI don\u2019t want to hear any of your lame brained excuses, or one of your long drawn out stories. What I want is you cleaned up and downstairs in 15 minutes. Needless to say, I\u2019m very disappointed in you. You made a promise to me this morning, and apparently you could care less that you broke it. What did you do, sneak off to town again?\u201d Ben didn\u2019t wait for an answer before continuing. \u201cNow get upstairs, we\u2019ve waited long enough for you.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Unable to get any words out past the lump that had formed in his throat when Ben told him he was a disappointment, Joe nodded and headed for the front door.<\/p>\n<p>Ben grabbed Joe\u2019s left arm and stopped him. \u201cThrough the back, Joseph.\u201d He said through clenched teeth. Ben did not notice the condition of his son was in, the exhaustion in the dull green eyes, or the way Joe flinched when he grabbed his arm. All he saw at that moment was his own anger, and embarrassment at having this son absent when his guests arrived.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cYes, Sir,\u201d Joe said quietly, determined to hold back the tears that were brimming in his eyes. He turned and went into the house through the kitchen door.<\/p>\n<p>As soon as he entered the kitchen, he was set upon by a tirade in Chinese from their cook, Hop Sing. Joe\u2019s shoulders slumped even more at the criticism thrown his way. Joe considered Hop Sing, as they all did, a member of the family. He was another father figure to Joe, since he had helped raise him after the death of his mother, just before Joe turned five.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI\u2019m sorry Hop Sing\u201d Joe apologized, knowing exactly what was being said to him, having learned the language when he was a child.<\/p>\n<p>Hop Sing stopped and really looked at Joe. \u201cNum\u2019er three son go to room and get out of wet clothes. Hop Sing bring hot water so you can clean. Then you come down to dinner, before father get more angry.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Joe nodded his head, not having the energy to answer and headed up the back stairs. Soon, true to his word, Hop Sing was there with the promised hot water, soap and clean towels.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cLit\u2019le Joe hurry, dinner not wait much longer or be ruined and Hop Sing throw out, and make father more angry,\u201d he grumbled as he walked out the door.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cThank you,\u201d Joe softly called after him.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><strong>Chapter 6<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p>After Hop Sing shut the door, Joe removed his gun belt and dropped it and his hat on a chair.\u00a0 He walked over to the wash basin and looked in the mirror and shook his head at the filthy reflection staring back at him. With a sigh, Joe started unbuttoning his shirt. He took a deep breath, and held it for a moment, before slowly releasing it. Slowly, he peeled off his filthy, sodden shirt, and let it drop to the floor. Every time he moved his left arm white hot pain shot down it. Once his shirt was off he stood there staring at the neckerchief that he had tied around his arm. It was already soaked with blood. As quick as he could and with as little pain as possible, Joe quickly stripped off the rest of his clothes and poured part of the hot water Hop Sing had brought him into the basin.\u00a0 He took one of the towels wet it, soaped it up and started the painful process of washing off his dirt encrusted, sore body.<\/p>\n<p>After he had finished washing, he carefully removed the makeshift bandage from around his upper arm. The gash was deep and about three inches long. It had stopped bleeding, but looked red and swollen. Joe took a clean towel and dunked it into the water that remained in the pitcher. After wringing out the excess water, he soaped up the towel took a deep, fortifying breath and started cleaning out the wound that was caused by a sharp rock when he fell in the steam after the dam finally came apart without warning.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cStupid beavers,\u201d he muttered.<\/p>\n<p>As he cleaned the wound it started to bleed again. Joe gritted his teeth against the pain and continued. Once he was satisfied that he had gotten all the dirt out, he pulled on a pair of dark pants with pinstripes in them, held a clean towel against him arm and went down the hall to a small cabinet where the family kept a supply of first aid items, and clean towels. Joe grabbed some bandages and swatches of cloth and went back to his room. He sat down on his bed and kept the pressure on his arm until he had the bleeding under control. He put a few of the pieces of cloth over his arm and wrapped a bandage around it, using his teeth to help tear the end of it and to tie it in place.<\/p>\n<p>Joe carefully finished dressing, which wasn\u2019t an easy task. Being naturally left handed, it was difficult for him to have to rely mainly on his right hand. After struggling to pull on a pair of stocks, Joe grabbed another towel, wet it and cleaned off his boots. After he had them clean and on, he pulled out a clean white shirt put it on and added a black string tie. He had to move slowly and carefully to avoid causing the wound to start bleeding again.<\/p>\n<p>He tried his best to tame his brown curls into some kind of order. \u201cAll I need is for Pa ta start in on me about my hair tonight.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Once finished, he took a final look at himself in the mirror, and felt reasonably comfortable that Ben would find his appearance acceptable. Well, for the most part anyhow, Ben still wouldn\u2019t find the bruise on his cheek acceptable.<\/p>\n<p>Joe straightened his shoulders as he turned towards the door. \u201cMight as well go an meet the guests.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><strong>Chapter 7<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p>As Joe came down the stairs, he looked at Ben trying to gage his mood. The anger he saw glowing in Ben\u2019s eyes, when he looked up at Joe, told him he was still treading on thin ice.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI\u2019m sorry I\u2019m so late,\u201d Joe said quietly when he stepped off the last step.<\/p>\n<p>Ben stood and walked over to his son. \u201cAlex, Ramsey, I\u2019d like you to meet my youngest son, Joseph. Joseph, this is Alex Stroud and his son Ramsey.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Joe turned to the older man and held out his right hand. \u201cIt\u2019s nice ta, meet ya Mr. Stroud.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Alex looked Joe over from head to toe, assessing the young man before him, and apparently finding him lacking, before accepting the hand offered to him. \u201cSame here, young man.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Joe turned to Ramsey and repeated the process. Ramsey looked at the hand offered to him with so much disgust, as if Joe had cow manure all over it. He turned away without accepting the greeting. Joe looked around but everyone had already gone back to their conversations.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cOh this is gonna be good,\u201d Joe muttered.<\/p>\n<p>Joe turned to the other guests, \u201cHey Doc, Sherrif Coffee.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWell Hello Little Joe,\u201d Roy said with a fond smile. He had seen the look on Ben\u2019s face and the encounter between Joe and Ramsey, and decided the boy needed to see a friendly face.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cHow are you tonight, Little Joe,\u201d Paul asked.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI\u2019m still in one piece,\u201d Joe joked.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI can see that. I guess that means I can enjoy my evening,\u201d Paul countered. Joe smiled at him and started towards the fireplace. Paul\u2019s frown slipped from his face as he noticed that an area on Joe\u2019s upper arm seemed a bit thicker than the other arm.\u00a0That boy did something to himself again.\u00a0Paul thought to himself, and sighed.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cDinner ready, come eat while hot,\u201d Hop Sing called from the table.<\/p>\n<p>Once everyone was at the table, since there were more people than normal, Ben instructed everyone where to sit. Joe found himself seated at the end of the table, between Adam and Roy.\u00a0 Alex was in Joe\u2019s normal place on Ben\u2019s right, with Paul seated next to him, and Ramsey on the end, across from Joe. Hoss was in his normal spot on Ben\u2019s left, giving the man the extra room he needed. Adam, as always, was at the end of the table.<\/p>\n<p>Platters were passed around the table, and even though Joe wasn\u2019t hungry, he made the pretense of eating, so he wouldn\u2019t draw any attention to himself. When he tried using his left hand he was barely able to stifle a gasp as pain. As dinner progressed he found it increasingly painful to continue using that arm, and ended up switching to his right. For the naturally left handed Joe, this proved to be awkward. Thinking no one else was paying attention to him, Joe just played with his food, pushing it around his plate, trying to make it look like he was eating.<\/p>\n<p>Unknown to him, he had two observers and both men were quite familiar with the youngest Cartwright and his tricks. Paul, who was sitting across the table from Joe, watched Joe as he grimaced with pain each time he moved his left arm. He also noticed when Joe switched to his right hand. With a doctor\u2019s keen eye, he could see the exhaustion written all over Joe, from the cloudy, dull green eyes, to the slump of his shoulders. Paul looked around the table to see if anyone else had noticed. Normally, Ben picked up on every nuance of Joe\u2019s behavior, but not tonight. Ben was deep in conversation with Alex, which Paul was only half participating in. Adam was engaged in a conversation with Ramsey about the places he knew back East, and changes that had taken place. Hoss was talking with Roy about the happenings in Virginia City. When Paul\u2019s eyes met Roy\u2019s, Roy nodded his head towards Joe, silently asking if Paul had also noticed. \u00a0Paul acknowledged that he had.<\/p>\n<p>He definitely did something to that arm.\u00a0Paul watched Joe all through the meal. He noticed the way Joe just picked at his food, with only the barest amount making it to his mouth. He also noticed how Joe was making an effort to not draw any attention to himself, or his injury. By this point, Paul decided that one way or another, he was going to have a look at that arm, whether Joe liked it or not.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>After dessert, everyone settled in the great room for coffee, or an after dinner brandy. Joe declined the coffee offered to him as he sat down on the settee.\u00a0He tried to follow the conversation, but found his eyes getting heavier and heavier by the moment.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cThat was a good meal, Ben.\u00a0 Better than I expected,\u201d Alex commented.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cThank you Alex, I\u2019ll be sure to pass that on to Hop Sing,\u201d Ben acknowledged.\u00a0Good?\u00a0 Better than he expected? Hop Sing put himself out trying to make the perfect meal, and it\u2019s only good? What do I need to do to please him?\u00a0\u00a0Ben glanced over to where Joe was sitting next to Hoss, and watched how his eyes were slowly closing.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cJoseph, is there a problem?\u201d Ben demanded.<\/p>\n<p>Joe\u2019s head snapped up at the sound of his father\u2019s irritated voice. \u201cI\u2019m sorry Pa. May I be excused? I\u2019m awfully tired and I think I\u2019ll turn in.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cIf you must,\u201d Ben replied with more irritation in his voice then necessary. The evening just wasn\u2019t going as Ben had planned.<\/p>\n<p>Joe said his good nights and went up the stairs to his room.<\/p>\n<p>Roy and Paul watched him go.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><strong>Chapter 8<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p>\u201cI\u2019m sorry Gentlemen, but if you\u2019ll excuse me, I need to step outside for a moment,\u201d Paul said as he stood up and headed towards the door, where he very discreetly picked up his black bag from the credenza.\u00a0Once outside he turned towards the side entrance to the kitchen and went in.\u00a0Hop Sing turned from the dishes he was washing to see who was coming into his kitchen. \u201cDoctor need something?\u201d he asked.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cNo Hop Sing, I just want to go up and have a private word with Little Joe,\u201d Paul said as he crossed the kitchen and headed up the back stairs.<\/p>\n<p>&#8212;-<\/p>\n<p>When Joe started to remove his shirt, there was a knock on the door.\u00a0He quickly pulled it back on and went to answer the door. He was surprised to see Dr. Martin standing there.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cDoc, what are you doin\u2019 up here?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cYou mind if I come in?\u201d He asked as he walked past Joe.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cDo I have a choice?\u201d Joe grumbled, as he shut the door.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cAll right off with that shirt and let me have a look at your arm,\u201d Paul said.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cMy arm?\u00a0 Why?\u00a0 There\u2019s nothin\u2019 wrong with it,\u201d Joe protested.<\/p>\n<p>Paul just stood there looking at Joe with a look that said, \u2018don\u2019t even try it\u2019.<\/p>\n<p>With a sigh, Joe carefully pulled his shirt off.\u00a0He was just too tired to put up a fight tonight.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWhy don\u2019t you sit down and let me have a look at it,\u201d Paul said, motioning to a chair.<\/p>\n<p>Joe did as he was instructed.\u00a0Paul removed the bandage. As he went through the layers a spot of blood started appearing and became bigger.\u00a0As he removed the last of it he shook his head.\u00a0\u201cLeave it to you.\u00a0What happened Joe?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI cut it on a rock when I fell in the stream,\u201d\u00a0When Joe saw the questioning look on Paul\u2019s face he said. \u201cDon\u2019t ask.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Paul looked over the wound carefully. \u201cI\u2019m going to have to clean it out and put some stitches in it.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Completely defeated, Joe just nodded.<\/p>\n<p>Paul placed a folded towel against Joe\u2019s arm. \u201cHere, hold this while I tell Hop Sing I need some hot water.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>When Paul headed for the door, Joe called out to him.\u00a0\u201cPlease, don\u2019t tell anyone, \u2018specially Pa.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Paul looked at the young man sitting on the bed. \u201cJoe, your father would want to know.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cPlease, Doc.\u00a0He\u2019s ta busy ta be bothered with this.\u201d Joe pleaded.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cJoe\u2026\u201d\u00a0 Paul saw the pleading look on Joe\u2019s face, and gave in. \u201cAlright, but you have to promise me you\u2019ll take it easy with that arm.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI will,\u201d Joe replied, as some of the tension left his body.<\/p>\n<p>Paul snorted and walked out the door. Paul met Hop Sing on the stairs.\u00a0Hop Sing was carrying a tray with two bowls.\u00a0One was just hot water, the other was one with soapy water.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cHop Sing know Num\u2019er Three son hurt if doctor sneak up to see him.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cThank you Hop Sing.\u00a0Let\u2019s get this done before I\u2019m missed,\u201d Paul said as he turned around and headed back to Joe\u2019s room.<\/p>\n<p>When they entered the room, Joe looked up at them. He looked at Hop Sing and opened his mouth to say something.<\/p>\n<p>Before Joe could utter a word Hop Sing spoke up. \u201cNo worry, Hop Sing not tell.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cThank you,\u201d Joe said softly.<\/p>\n<p>Paul picked up the glass on a glass that was on the dresser added a packet of powder to it and some water from the pitcher next to it. He handed the glass to Joe and said: \u201cNo complaining, just drink it.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>With a small smile Joe took the glass and drank it down.\u00a0When he was finished he wrinkled his nose and handed the glass to Paul.<\/p>\n<p>Paul chuckled at the look on Joe\u2019s face.\u00a0He knew that if Joe wasn\u2019t fighting him about taking the medication, then he must be as exhausted as he looked.\u00a0He dropped his needle in the bowl of plain hot water to sterilize it. While he waited he washed his hands in Joe\u2019s water basin and proceeded to clean out the wound with the soapy water.\u00a0Once it was clean he washed his hands again and retrieved his needle. He threaded it and turned to Joe.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cYou know your father will probably know once I start stitching.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cYou wanna make a bet?\u201d Joe asked through clenched teeth. His arm was still burning from being cleaned.<\/p>\n<p>Paul knew how stubborn this particular Cartwright was.\u00a0Once Joe made up his mind, he carried through with it. \u201cI don\u2019t think I\u2019ll take that bet.\u00a0Now, hold still.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>As Paul began stitching the wound close, Joe let out a small gasp, tensed up, closed his eyes and bit down on his lower lip.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cJoe, try to relax your arm, it won\u2019t hurt as much.\u201d Joe tried to do as requested, but it was almost impossible.<\/p>\n<p>Once Paul finished, he bandaged Joe\u2019s arm.\u00a0\u201cNow I want you to get in bed and go to sleep.\u00a0You need it.\u201d\u00a0 Seeing Joe nod his head in agreement, Paul packed up his bag and left the room.<\/p>\n<p>Joe got up, changed into his nightshirt then sat down on the edge of the bed.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI don\u2019t understand,\u201d he said to the empty room. \u201cIt wasn\u2019t my fault that I was late.\u00a0Why wouldn\u2019t Pa let me explain?\u201d\u00a0 He sat there a little longer trying to make sense of the situation.\u00a0\u201cWhy was he so angry at me?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Joe got up and walked over to the window. He pulled back the curtain and stared out into the clear night.\u00a0\u201cWhy?\u201d he whispered as he leaned his forehead against the cool glass.\u00a0 When Joe\u2019s eyes started drifting shut, he made his way over to his bed. He was asleep seconds after his head hit the pillow.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><strong>Chapter 9<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p>Adam and Hoss came in the door, after finishing their morning chores. As they rounded the corner to the dining room, Hoss rubbed his hands together. \u201cBoy howdy, I sure do hope breakfast is ready, cuz I\u2019m starvin\u2019.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Adam snorted before replying. \u201cWhat\u2019s new? You\u2019re always starving.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cAw, Adam, I can\u2019t help it, I\u2019m a growin\u2019 boy.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cYou\u2019re growing alright,\u201d Adam laughed and poked Hoss in the stomach. \u201cYou grow any more and you\u2019re going to founder your horse.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Ben and Alex joined in the laughter, while Ramsey sat staring at the brothers with a confused look on his face. He didn\u2019t know what to make of the interaction between Adam and Hoss, since he never shared anything like it with his brothers.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cOh you\u2019re real funny,\u201d Hoss replied good-naturedly as he and Adam took their seats at the table.<\/p>\n<p>Ben looked at Joe\u2019s empty chair and sighed. \u201cWas your younger brother outside with you?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cNo, Pa, we haven\u2019t seen him this morning,\u201d Adam responded as he poured himself a cup of coffee.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cThat boy,\u201d Ben grumbled. \u201cHoss, would you\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI\u2019m already goin\u2019, Pa,\u201d Hoss interrupted, as he got up and headed for Joe\u2019s room.<\/p>\n<p>As Hoss disappeared around the upstairs corner, Alex turned to Ben and started his lecture. \u201cThis is exactly what I was referring to last night. It\u2019s extremely rude, not only to guests but to his own family, not to be punctual.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cYou\u2019re right, of course,\u201d Ben agreed, as he remembered Alex drilling that lesson into his head at a young age, and all the years that followed. After all, being punctual had benefited Ben in getting where he was today. It gave him a respectable reputation as a businessman and a leader in the community.\u00a0\u00a0This is a lesson that Little Joe needs to learn.\u00a0Ben told himself.<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><strong>Chapter 10<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p>Joe had just put his shirt on when there was a knock on the door.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI\u2019m up,\u201d he called out.<\/p>\n<p>Hoss opened the door and stuck his head in. \u201cYa best hurry. Ya\u2019re already late, an\u2019 after last night, I suggest ya don\u2019t push it with Pa any more.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>As Hoss started to close the door, Joe called out to him. \u201cHoss?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWhat?\u201d Hoss asked, letting his annoyance at being kept from his breakfast, show in his voice.<\/p>\n<p>Joe looked at him, and saw the irritation written all over his face. \u201cNever mind, it ain\u2019t nothin\u2019.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cHurry up, Little Joe.\u201d Hoss closed the door, and hurried back downstairs.<\/p>\n<p>Joe stood staring at the door, unable to believe that his brother, his best friend, wouldn\u2019t even listen to him. He finished dressing and headed downstairs. \u201cIt\u2019s a new day, a fresh beginning. Pa will be okay today, he never stays mad at us for long,\u201d Joe said as he walked down the hall.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><strong>Chapter 11<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p>Joe came downstairs, wished everyone a good morning, and started to slip into his seat, when Ben\u2019s voice stopped him.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cJust a moment, Joseph.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cPa?\u201d Joe asked as he straightened up.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cYou have chores that need to be done.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI\u2019ll take care of \u2018em right after breakfast,\u201d Joe said as he started to sit down again.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cNo, you\u2019ll take care of them right now,\u201d Ben informed him.<\/p>\n<p>Joe stared at him, dumbfounded. Since he didn\u2019t eat the night before, he was hungry this morning. \u201cBut, but what about breakfast?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cSince you decided it wasn\u2019t important enough to be up on time, I guess you\u2019ll have to do without,\u201d Ben paused before adding. \u201cFrom now, on you will be on time for meals.\u00a0 If you\u2019re not, then you\u2019ll go without.\u201d Ben turned back to Alex, received an approving nod, and continued his conversation with him.<\/p>\n<p>Joe stood frozen to the spot, unable to comprehend what Ben was saying.<\/p>\n<p>At Alex\u2019s glance towards Joe, Ben looked at him, \u201cNow, Joseph!\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cYes, Sir,\u201d Joe said, turned and left.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cOh, and Joseph,\u201d Ben called out, causing his son to turn back with a hopeful look on his face. \u201cYou\u2019ll be showing Ramsey around the ranch, and I expect you both back in time for lunch.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cYes, Sir,\u201d was all Joe could get past the lump in his throat.<\/p>\n<p>Adam and Hoss looked at each other with questioning eyes.\u00a0 Never had Ben told any of his sons that they would go without a meal, for any reason.\u00a0 Neither one could comprehend what had just happened.<\/p>\n<p>Alex nodded his head in approval, once more.<\/p>\n<p>Ramsey, on the other hand, sat with his head down, in order to conceal the grin on his face.\u00a0\u00a0Now, this could prove to be entertaining, after all.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><strong>Chapter 12<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p>Joe had just finished cleaning out the last stall, when Ramsey walked in.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cYour father said you were to show me around the farm today.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cIt\u2019s a ranch, not a farm,\u201d Joe corrected.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cRanch, farm, what\u2019s the difference?\u201d Ramsey mocked.<\/p>\n<p>Joe looked at Ramsey, and saw the haughty expression on his face. Frustrated, Joe took a deep breath, and explained. \u201cThe difference is, on a farm you grow crops. On a ranch ya raise cattle, or horses, or even sheep.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Ramsey yawned, and studied his fingernails. \u201cDoes it really matter out here? After all, you\u2019re all a bunch of uneducated ruffians.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWe\u2019re not\u2026\u201d Joe stopped himself, and turned away from Ramsey.\u00a0Come on, Joe, you&#8217;re in enough trouble, ya can\u2019t lose your temper with this arrogant&#8230;\u00a0\u00a0Joe stopped that thought, and turned back to Ramsey. \u201cYa can ride, can\u2019t ya?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cOf course I can ride. What do you think I am, uncivilized, like you people?\u201d Ramsey huffed.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cYa don\u2019t want me ta answer that,\u201d Joe said under his breath. He turned, and started saddling a black gelding that had been brought in for Ramsey\u2019s use.<\/p>\n<p>Ramsey walked over to Cochise\u2019s stall, and studied the horse. \u201cI\u2019ll ride this one.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Joe turned to see which horse Ramsey was referring to. \u201cSorry, that\u2019s my horse,\u201d Joe said, and went back to saddling Maverick.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cSo?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cSo, no one rides \u2018im but me.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI believe, I am a guest here, and if I want to ride this horse, I\u2019ll ride this horse,\u201d Ramsey told Joe.<\/p>\n<p>Joe stood there clenching and unclenching his fists. He took a couple of deep breaths before explaining once more. \u201cAs I said,\u00a0no one\u00a0rides Cochise but me. Now, I have Maverick saddled for ya.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI am\u2026\u201d Ramsey started.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cYa\u00a0are\u00a0gonna ride Maverick, or you\u2019re not gonna ride at all.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>They stood there staring at each other, waiting to see which one would back down first.\u00a0 Ramsey felt confident that Joe would be the first because he was, after all, a guest.\u00a0 What he didn\u2019t count on was Joe\u2019s ability to be more stubborn than a Missouri mule.<\/p>\n<p>Joe had finally had it, with a new strategy in mind, he smiled sweetly at Ramsey, turned back to Maverick and started to undo the cinch.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWhat do you think you\u2019re doing?\u201d Ramsey demanded.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cUnsaddling him of course,\u201d Joe said slowly, as if he were talking to a small child.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWhat? You\u2019re to show me the ranch,\u201d Ramsey spluttered.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cNope\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cYour father told you to.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cYep, but ya don\u2019t wanna go.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI WHAT?\u201d Ramsey yelled.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI said ya don\u2019t wanna go.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cBut, I do,\u201d he protested.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cReally?\u201d Joe stood there acting surprised. \u201cI could of sworn ya didn\u2019t, since ya don\u2019t wanna ride Maverick.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cFine, I ride him, anything, to get away from this house.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cGood.\u201d Not bothering to hide the smug smile on his face, Joe turned back to the horse and tightened the cinch.\u00a0First point to me.<\/p>\n<p>Once he finished with Maverick, Joe handed the reins to Ramsey, who led the horse out of the barn, and Joe started saddling Cochise. \u201cThis sure is gonna be a fun day, Cooch,\u201d Joe whispered, and Cochise snorted in agreement. Once finished he led Cochise out into the yard, and swung up into the saddle.<\/p>\n<p>Ramsey sat on his horse dumbfounded. He had never seen anyone mount a horse like that before, he didn\u2019t even know it was possible.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cLet\u2019s go,\u201d Joe said as he turned Cochise to head out of the yard.<\/p>\n<p>Just then, Ben came out of the house. \u201cJoseph, hold up a minute. I want a word with you before you leave.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Now what did I do? And I\u2019m still Joseph,\u00a0Joe thought as he dismounted and walked over to Ben. \u201cYeah, Pa?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI want to remind you, that no matter what, you are not to go into town,\u201d Ben instructed his son once more.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cBut what if Ramsey wants ta go?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cThen Adam or Hoss will take him,\u201d Ben said. \u201cYou are not to go anywhere near Virginia City until I say so. Is that clear?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cYes,\u201d Joe answered, hanging his head down, and watching the toe of his boot scuffing at the dirt.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWhat was that? You\u2019ll look at me when I\u2019m speaking to you, Joseph.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Joe\u2019s head snapped up. \u201cI said it was clear. May I leave?\u201d Joe said defiantly.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWatch your tone, young man,\u201d Ben warned. \u201cRemember to be back on time for lunch.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWe will be,\u201d Joe replied, with a trace of defiance still in his voice, as he walked away.<\/p>\n<p>Once he was back on Cochise, Joe looked at Ramsey, but didn\u2019t even notice the wicked gleam in Ramsey\u2019s eyes, and said. \u201cLet\u2019s go.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><strong>Chapter 13<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p>\u201cWe\u2019re gonna ride over ta Beaver Creek first,\u201d Joe told Ramsey as they rode away from the house.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWhy?\u201d Ramsey questioned.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI tore a dam down yesterday; an\u2019 I wanna make sure it\u2019s not back again.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWhy is it called Beaver Creek?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cCuz, we\u2019ve always had a lot of problems with beavers there, seems like there\u2019s more and more of \u2018em all the time. It use ta be called somethin\u2019 else, but I can\u2019t remember what.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cOh,\u201d was all Ramsey said.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cThat\u2019s Lake Tahoe,\u201d Joe said pointing the lake out to Ramsey. \u201cThere\u2019s a really good fishin\u2019 spot just a little further on. Hoss and I spend lots of time there whenever we can.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI don\u2019t fish.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cYa don\u2019t? I can\u2019t imagine not fishin\u2019.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>As they rode on Ramsey noticed a small, well used trail leading off towards the lake.\u00a0 \u201cWhat\u2019s over there?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cMy mother\u2019s grave,\u201d Joe answered, not even glancing towards the trail that Ramsey was inquiring about.<\/p>\n<p>When Joe kept going, Ramsey called out to him. \u201cHey, aren\u2019t you going to take me there?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWhy not? You\u2019re supposed to be showing me the ranch. Isn\u2019t that part of the ranch?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>By this point, Ramsey was testing Joe\u2019s already strained patience.\u00a0 He took a deep breath, and slowly released it before answering. \u201cYeah it is, but it\u2019s a place for family only.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cIt\u2019s a cemetery, they\u2019re public places.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI said no!\u201d Joe snapped. Joe closed his eyes and mentally counted to ten, doing everything he could to control his temper. When he finally spoke, it was slow and clipped.\u00a0 \u201cAs I said; It\u2019s a family place. Now, let\u2019s go and check that creek.\u201d\u00a0Pa would be so proud of me for controllin\u2019 myself,\u00a0Joe thought as a small smile graced his face.<\/p>\n<p>They rode in strained silence, while Joe searched for something to talk about.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cSo, why are ya headed for San Francisco?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cFather is sending me to school there,\u201d Ramsey answered with disdain.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWhat school?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cSt. Ignatius College.\u201d**<\/p>\n<p>Joe rolled his eyes.\u00a0Getting him to talk is like getting Hoss away from Hop Sing\u2019s chocolate cake.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cSan Francisco is a long way from New York. Won\u2019t ya miss your family?\u201d Joe persisted.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cNot really, I\u2019m use to it. Father has always sent us away to school,\u201d Ramsey said shrugging his shoulders.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI can\u2019t even begin ta imagine being that far away from my family, or even the Ponderosa.\u201d Joe stopped and thought about it for a minute before continuing. \u201cYa know, Adam wanted me ta go ta college.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cYou?\u201d Ramsey looked at Joe as if he had grown a second head.\u00a0I can\u2019t imagine any school taking a backwoods bumpkin like him.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cThat\u2019s how I reacted. I asked Adam what school in their right mind would take a stupid cowboy like me,\u201d Joe said, not realizing he was echoing Ramsey\u2019s thoughts. \u201cBesides, I hated school. Being cooped up in a room all day ain\u2019t my idea of fun. I\u2019d rather be out here in the open, where I can breathe, ride my horse, and just enjoy life. Now Adam, he\u2019s the smart one. He liked school.\u00a0 He always has his nose stuck in a book. I swear, if he could figure out a way ta drive cattle while readin\u2019 Shakespeare without losin\u2019 nary a one, he\u2019d be in heaven. It\u2019s bad enough he recites it on drives,\u201d Joe stopped when a thought hit him, and laughed. \u201cI guess that would be better than havin\u2019 ta listen ta it,\u201d Joe thought again for a moment as they rode on, before quoting something from memory.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cAnd thus I clothe my naked villany<\/p>\n<p>With odd old \u00a0ends stol\u2019n out of holy writ<\/p>\n<p>And seem a saint when most I play the devil.\u2019\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI bet you don\u2019t even know what that\u2019s from or what it means,\u201d Ramsey taunted.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cSure I do. Ol\u2019 Adam made sure of it. It\u2019s from King Richard III. Basically, Richard is braggin\u2019 about his deceit and desire ta be king. He\u2019s proud of being able ta make people think he\u2019s a saint when he\u2019s actually the devil. He\u2019ll do whatever it takes ta get what he wants, and to feed his pride, no matter who gets hurt,\u201d Joe explained, not knowing how this was actually going to relate to his life. \u201cJust don\u2019t let Adam know I know this stuff.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI never would have imagined someone like you knowing that.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI know lots of things.\u201d Joe pulled Cochise to a stop and looked around. \u201cHere we are. Wanna have a look \u2018round with me?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI\u2019d rather not,\u201d Ramsey sneered.<\/p>\n<p>Joe made a quick inspection and once he was satisfied that all was well he turned Cochise around. \u201cCome on, we\u2019ll head over ta where the herd is. Some of the hands are working there. Ya can see a bit of what goes on, on a\u00a0ranch.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI have a better idea. Why don\u2019t we go into town,\u201d Ramsey suggested.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cMaybe Adam or Hoss will take you later.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cRamsey looked at Joe for a minute and noticed the slight slump of his shoulders. \u201cOh, so you\u2019re not old enough to go to town by yourself.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI\u2019m old enough!\u201d Joe replied hotly. \u201cI\u2019m just not interested. Let\u2019s go.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>They rode while Joe was dwelling on the injustice of it all, and Ramsey plotting what kind of trouble he could cause the youngest Cartwright.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI might as well have some fun on this stupid trip,\u201d Ramsey said quietly enough that Joe didn\u2019t hear him.<\/p>\n<p>When they got to where the herd was Joe started to point out various aspects of the work that was taking place. He pointedly ignored the bored expression on Ramsey\u2019s face. In fact, Joe tried as hard as he could to make it as mundane as possible.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cHey Little Joe, you got a minute?\u201d called Kevin, one of the hands that was working with the herd.<\/p>\n<p>Joe looked over at Ramsey, who was sitting on Maverick with his eyes closed. \u201cSure I do.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWould you come over here and have a look at one of the pregnant cows.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI\u2019ll be right back,\u201d Joe called over his shoulder as he followed Kevin.<\/p>\n<p>Fifteen minutes later, Joe glanced back to where he had left Ramsey, only to find the area empty. Joe started looking frantically around, hoping to catch sight of him.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cHave you seen Ramsey?\u201d Joe asked Kevin.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWho?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cThe idio\u2026 er, the other fella I was with.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cNope, not since we rode over here.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cDoggone it!\u201d exclaimed Joe.<\/p>\n<p>Joe stood there, not knowing what to do. \u201cPa\u2019s going to kill me if I\u2019ve lost him,\u201d he muttered.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI gotta go,\u201d Joe yelled as he ran to Cochise and took off at a fast gallop.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><strong>Chapter 14<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p>Ramsey rode slowly into the yard. He saw his father and Ben sitting on the porch, playing a game of cards. The two men looked up when they heard a horse ride into the yard.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cRamsey,\u201d Alex called as he got up and walked over to his son, with Ben following him.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWhere\u2019s Little Joe?\u201d Ben asked.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI don\u2019t know, he just left me,\u201d Ramsey said.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cHe left you!\u201d Ben bellowed.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWhat?\u201d Alex demanded.<\/p>\n<p>While working in the barn, Adam and Hoss heard the commotion in the yard and went to investigate.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWhat do you mean, he left you?\u201d Ben asked, not bothering to keep his voice down.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cHe, uh, said something about town and rode off. I\u2026 I had to find my way back. I got lost, and I didn\u2019t think I\u2019d ever make it back here,\u201d Ramsey explained, letting just the right amount of fear creep into his voice.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cThis is exactly the kind of thing I\u2019ve been warning you about, Benjamin. You gave him a responsibility, and he can\u2019t be trusted to do even the simplest of requests,\u201d Alex said in exasperation\u00a0 \u201cAre you going to tolerate this type of behavior?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Ben was so angry his face turned crimson, and you could almost see the steam coming from his ears. When he saw Adam and Hoss outside the barn, he turned towards them.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cHoss, take the horse and stable it,\u201d he ordered.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cYes, Sir.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Hoss hurried over, took the horse from Ramsey, and led it into the barn. Adam turned and followed Hoss.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cAdam, ya don\u2019t think Little Joe would do somethin\u2019 like that, do ya?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cNo, Hoss. There has to be more to it. Little Joe may be irresponsible at times, but he would never disobey Pa like that, especially with all the trouble he\u2019s already been in.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cNo, he wouldn\u2019t.\u201d Hoss was quiet for a minute. \u201cAdam, I really don\u2019t care for Mr. Stroud. He took a dislike ta Little Joe right from the first. Little Joe ain\u2019t done nothin\u2019 really bad. Nothin\u2019 out of the ordinary, any how.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI agree, Hoss. It also seems like Pa is taking everything Mr. Stroud says to heart. I just don\u2019t understand it. It\u2019s not like Pa to let someone influence him like this, especially where Little Joe is concerned.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWhat are we gonna do?\u201d\u00a0 Hoss asked when he finished grooming Maverick and giving him fresh water and oats.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI\u2019ll talk to Pa. Maybe I can find out what\u2019s going on.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI sure hope so Adam, before somethin happens that can\u2019t be fixed,\u201d Hoss said as they walked out of the barn together.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><strong>Chapter 15<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p>Hours later, long after lunch was over, a very dejected Joe rode into the yard. He dismounted Cochise, and after tying him to the hitching post he headed for the house. He slowed when he heard the door open, then close. Ben came striding out. Joe saw the anger glowing in Ben\u2019s eyes and swallowed hard.\u00a0Here\u2019s another meal I\u2019m going to miss, and just wait until I tell him about Ramsey.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cPa, I um, I had a problem. I kinda lost Ramsey.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWhat do you mean, you\u00a0<strong>kind<\/strong> of\u00a0lost Ramsey?\u201d Ben growled.<\/p>\n<p>Joe looked down at his feet, unable to look his father in the eyes. \u201cWell, we were at the south pas\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cDon\u2019t you mean\u00a0<strong>you\u00a0<\/strong>were in\u00a0<strong>town<\/strong>, and\u00a0<strong>left\u00a0<\/strong>Ramsey on his own,\u201d Ben all but shouted.<\/p>\n<p>Joe\u2019s head came up at that. \u201cWhat?\u00a0 No Pa, I wasn\u2019t in town.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Ben interrupted once more. \u201cTake care of your horse, Joseph, then go to your room, and stay there.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cBut Pa,\u201d Joe pleaded.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cNo buts, Joseph. I gave you very explicit orders, and once again you decided to disobey me.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI didn\u2019t Pa. Honest.\u201d Joe looked at Ben in complete confusion, not understanding what was going on.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cNOW,\u201d Ben bellowed.<\/p>\n<p>Joe turned, grabbed Cochise\u2019s reins, and headed for the barn. Once in the safety of the barn, Joe poured his heart out to his trusted friend.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cIt ain\u2019t fair, Cooch. I didn\u2019t do nothin\u2019 wrong.\u201d He removed his saddle and the rest of the tack as he talked. Joe made sure he kept his movements slow and gentle, so as not to take his anger and confusion out on his horse.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWhere\u2019d Pa get the notion I went ta town? I\u2019d like ta know what Ramsey told \u2018em.\u201d Joe started grooming Cochise, letting the soothing movements calm him. \u201cHe sure didn\u2019t tell \u2018em I was helpin\u2019 Kevin,\u201d Joe continued to brush Cochise. \u201cI have a feelin\u2019 this visit ain\u2019t gonna go ta well for me.\u201d Joe finished grooming Cochise, gave him fresh water, hay and some oats. As he turned to leave, he took his anger out on a crate by kicking it across the barn. When Cochise whinnied in protest, Joe went back to him to comfort him.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI\u2019m sorry, Cooch,\u201d Joe said as he rubbed the horse\u2019s neck to calm him. He leaned his head against the horse for a moment, soaking in the comfort he always gained from Cochise. Joe stood up, straightened his shoulders, and left the barn.<\/p>\n<p>When he got to the house, he went in, hung his hat up, and put his gun belt on the credenza. He turned and headed for the stairs. He looked at his brothers who each gave him a sympathetic look. He glanced at Ramsey, who was sitting in Adam\u2019s favorite blue chair, and noticed the smug, victorious look on his face. Joe didn\u2019t say a word to anyone, nor did he look at his father. Once he gained the sanctuary of his room, it took everything he had not to slam the door as hard as he could. Once the door was closed, Joe leaned against it breathing hard.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cHe ain\u2019t gonna ta get the better of me. I\u2019m not gonna give Pa anything else ta get mad about.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>_ _ _ _<\/p>\n<p>Awhile later, there was a knock on Joe\u2019s door.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cJoe, its Adam. May I come in?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cGo away, Adam.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Adam stood outside the door, for once respecting his younger brother\u2019s privacy. \u201cJoe, I just want to talk.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cThere ain\u2019t nothin\u2019 ta talk \u2018bout. Please, Adam, jest let me be.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Adam didn\u2019t know what to do. He wanted to go in and talk to Joe, but he also knew that unless Joe was ready to talk there wasn\u2019t any force on earth that could make him. To try and force the situation would only push him further away.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cOkay, Joe. Just remember, I\u2019m here if you need me,\u201d Adam sighed and continued down the hall to his room in order to wash up for dinner.<\/p>\n<p>_ _ _ _ _<\/p>\n<p>About half an hour after Adam had been at Joe\u2019s door, there was another knock. Joe was standing at his window watching the sun set, taking in the brilliant orange and reds that streaked across the sky.<\/p>\n<p>Joe had to clear his throat before he was able to say anything. \u201cGo away, Adam. I said I didn\u2019t wanna talk.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>The door opened and someone entered the room.<\/p>\n<p>Joe sighed in frustration, but didn\u2019t turn from the window. \u201cI said ta go away.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cHop Sing not go way. Bring number three son dinner.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Joe quickly wiped at his eyes before turning around.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cThey\u2019re havin\u2019 dinner?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Joe stood there, staring at Hop Sing in total disbelief. \u201cNo one told me.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cMr. Cartlight say Li\u2019le Joe not come down, so Hop Sing bring dinner to Li\u2019le Joe.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cThank you Hop Sing, but I\u2019m not hungry.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cYou eat. You no eat all day and no eat dinner last night.\u201d Joe looked at Hop Sing in surprise. \u201cHop Sing know all of number three son\u2019s tricks. You no eat, you get sick.\u201d Hop Sing set the tray on Joe\u2019s desk and started for the door. Before leaving the room he turned back to Joe.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cEat all, or you deal with Hop Sing,\u201d he ordered.<\/p>\n<p>Joe gave him a small smile. \u201cYes, Sir.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Once the door was closed Joe turned back to the window, in complete misery. After awhile, he walked over to the desk, and looked at the tray. On it was fried chicken, mashed potatoes, green beans, a cup of coffee and apple pie. Joe ate some of it, until his stomach turned over in protest. He walked away from it, and laid down on the bed.<\/p>\n<p>After awhile he heard footsteps coming down the hall, by the sound of light steps, Joe could tell it was Hop Sing. He turned over, and feigned being asleep. He just couldn\u2019t face being lectured right now.<\/p>\n<p>Hop Sing softly knocked on the door and entered. He saw Joe laying in bed with his back to him.\u00a0 Hop Sing looked at the tray that had hardly been touched, and shook his head. He wasn\u2019t fooled for a minute that Joe was asleep, but decided tonight wasn\u2019t the night to make an issue out of it. He had seen the sadness in the boy\u2019s eyes earlier, and didn\u2019t have the heart to scold him. He picked up the tray, and silently left the room.<\/p>\n<p>Once Joe heard the soft click of the door closing, he rolled over onto his back, and laid there staring at the ceiling.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWhen Pa comes up, I\u2019m gonna explain about today, and last night. Once he listens to me, he won\u2019t be mad anymore.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>With that decision made, Joe got up, changed into his nightshirt and laid and waited for Ben to come upstairs.<\/p>\n<p>Later, Joe heard Hoss\u2019 heavy footsteps go by, followed by the opening and closing of the door. Soon after, Adam\u2019s lighter steps followed as he went down the hall to his room. Joe heard him pause outside Joe\u2019s door for a moment before continuing on.<\/p>\n<p>Shortly after Adam went by, Joe heard someone else coming down the hall. He assumed it was Ramsey since the steps were lighter than what he expected Mr. Stroud\u2019s to be.<\/p>\n<p>Joe continued to wait, and an hour later he heard Mr. Stroud go by.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cThat only leaves Pa.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Joe knew Ben was banking the fire, and making sure all the lamps were extinguished for the night, before he headed to bed. \u00a0Joe heard Ben\u2019s steady and sure steps coming up the stairs. Joe got up, and went out into the hall.<\/p>\n<p>When he saw Ben coming down the hall, Joe started to plead his case. \u201cPa, I can explain everythin\u2019 that\u2019s happened, if you\u2019ll just let me.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cNot tonight, Joseph,\u201d Ben said, as he walked past Joe, and into his room.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cBut, Pa,\u201d Joe pleaded.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Joe watched Ben go into his room and shut the door. Joe stood in the hall looking at Ben\u2019s door, unable to believe what just happened. Joe went back into his room, and softly closed his doors. He leaned against it, and slowly sank to the floor as tears filled his eyes and slowly slid down his face.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cBut Pa has always listened to me. He\u2019s never turned his back on me before,\u201d Joe said in utter despair.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><strong>Chapter 16<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p>When Adam came down for breakfast the next morning, Ben was already at the table and drinking his coffee.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cMorning, Pa,\u201d Adam said as he sat down and poured himself some coffee.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cGood morning, Adam. Hop Sing should have breakfast ready soon.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cPa, I\u2019d like to talk to you before anyone else comes down.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWhat\u2019s on your mind, Son.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cUm, well, it\u2019s Little Joe.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Ben looked down at the coffee cup in his hand, and sighed. \u201cWhat\u2019s he done now?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cNothing, Pa. That\u2019s just it; he hasn\u2019t done anything to deserve what\u2019s been happening to him.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cHe hasn\u2019t done anything? You call being late for dinner the other night, after I stressed to him how important it was, nothing? Not to mention, that he\u2019s been late to every meal since. Then yesterday, he left Ramsey alone and went to town\u00a0after\u00a0I forbid him to go. And you call that nothing?\u201d Ben said, as he glared at Adam.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cPa, you know Little Joe\u2019s sense of time isn\u2019t the greatest. It\u2019s never bothered you before when he\u2019s been late for breakfast. Oh, sure you\u2019ve grumbled a bit, but never made him go without, especially knowing how little that boy eats at times.\u201d Adam stopped and watched the thunder clouds roll in, then hurried to continue pleading his case. \u201cDo you honestly believe that Joe would leave Ramsey on his own and go to town? Especially after you specifically told him Virginia City was off limits.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWhy would Ramsey lie about something like that? He has no reason to. I\u2019m surprised at you, Adam. Aren\u2019t you the one who\u2019s always telling me that I\u2019m too easy on the boy?\u201d\u00a0 Ben grumbled. \u201cAlex says something needs to be done with Joseph, that I can\u2019t let him continue on the path he\u2019s on. He says being late for meals is rude and a display of disrespect. I tend to agree with him, now that I see what\u2019s been happening. I should have listened to you before.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI know what I\u2019ve said.\u201d When Adam noticed Ben was about to interrupt he quickly continued. \u201cWait, Pa, hear me out before you say anything.\u201d Ben gave a sharp nod and Adam continued. \u201cWhen have you ever allowed someone to influence you on how to raise your sons? That\u2019s what you\u2019re doing now. You\u2019re letting Mr. Stroud\u2019s opinions and disapproval override your own beliefs and feelings. You have never been like that, especially where Little Joe is concerned. You and I have had many arguments on this topic, and I\u2019ve never been able to sway you. I believe your response has always been, \u2018He\u2019s my son and I\u2019ll raise him as I see fit. After all, I am his father and you are not.\u2019 I never thought I would hear myself say this, but you\u2019re being too hard on him, all because of Stroud\u2019s opinion. He doesn\u2019t like Little Joe for some reason. Both Hoss and I can see that, why can\u2019t you?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cHOW DARE YOU!\u201d Ben shouted. \u201cWhat gives you the right to pass judgment on me, and worse, on Alex?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cBut Pa,\u201d Adam tried to interject.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cNo, Adam, Alex is a good man. He has played a big part in my life when I was growing up, and I respect his opinion. He has raised some fine sons and I pray I can do the same.\u201d Ben glared at Adam, ignoring the slight shudder that ran through him. \u201cYou crossed the line this time, Adam!\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Adam sat there, staring at Ben for a minute before throwing his napkin on his plate and standing up. \u201cIf you\u2019ll excuse me, I have some chores to do.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Unknown to either man, Hoss stood at the top of the stairs, just out of sight, and heard every word.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><strong>Chapter 17<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p>Breakfast was a quiet affair; the only conversation at the table was between Ben and Alex. Hoss, for the most part, kept his eyes on his plate. Once in awhile he would glance up at Joe, but his brother never looked up. Hoss would also glance over at Adam\u2019s empty chair. He didn\u2019t know what to do, or say. He yearned to have his family back to how it was, but he knew that wouldn\u2019t happen until the Strouds were gone. As far as Hoss was concerned, that couldn\u2019t happen a minute too soon. He just hoped that by the time they did leave, the damage in Ben\u2019s relationship with his sons wouldn\u2019t be beyond repair, especially with Joe.<\/p>\n<p>Ben finally turned his attention to Joe.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cJoseph.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cYes, Pa?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI want you and Ramsey to go out to Carson\u2019s Meadow and check on that herd of horses Hoss spotted last week. See if you think any are ready to be brought in. We have that Army contract coming up soon.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cPa, how \u2018bout if Ramsey comes with me today?\u201d Hoss suggested, hoping to give Joe some peace today.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cNo Son, I want him going with Joseph. You\u2019re going to be much to busy today, with getting the hands ready for round up,\u201d Ben said, and turned his attention back to Joe.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI also want to remind you, once again, that you are\u00a0not\u00a0to go into town,\u00a0no matter what.\u00a0\u00a0Is that understood?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cYes, Sir,\u201d Joe answered softly.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI mean it, Joseph.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI won\u2019t go ta town, Pa. I promise.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Ben turned to Ramsey. \u201cRamsey, tomorrow you\u2019ll go to town with Hoss. He needs to pick up supplies, so he can show you around. Is that alright with you?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cYes, Mr. Cartwright, that sounds just fine,\u201d Ramsey answered with an innocent smile on his face.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><strong>Chapter 18<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p>Hoss finished his breakfast and quickly left the table. When he entered the barn, Adam looked up from the bridle he was repairing.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI tried talking to Pa this morning.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI know, I heard.\u201d Hoss paused and rubbed the back of his neck. \u201cPa\u2019s got Ramsey goin\u2019 with Little Joe again today.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Adam stared at Hoss, unable to comprehend what he had just heard. \u201cYou\u2019re kidding.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cNope.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI don\u2019t understand, Hoss. Pa has always been so set in his ways when it comes to Little Joe.\u201d His stopped and pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration. \u201cI\u2019ll be glad when I see the back of them.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cMe too, it can\u2019t happen fast enough, as far as I\u2019m concerned. What\u2019ll we do before then?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI don\u2019t know, Hoss. What I do know, is that I have a bad feeling about today.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cBy the look on Ramsey\u2019s face when Pa said he\u2019d be goin\u2019 with Joe, I\u2019d say he was up ta somethin\u2019. I tried ta get Pa ta let him go with me, but he said no.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWhere are they going today?\u201d Adam asked, as he set the bridle down. He went over and started to saddle Sport.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cCarson\u2019s Meadow, Pa wants Joe ta take a look over them horses, I saw the other day.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cCarson\u2019s Meadow\u2026 Well they shouldn\u2019t be able to get into too much trouble there.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI don\u2019t know, Adam,\u201d Hoss said as he started saddling Chubb.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cCome on, and stop worrying, we have work to do,\u201d Adam tried to reassure his brother, but he had the same misgivings about today that Hoss did.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><strong>Chapter 19<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p>\u201cI\u2019ll go out an\u2019 saddle the horses. Come out when you\u2019re ready.\u201d Joe set the napkin on his plate, and started to leave the table.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cJoseph, remember what I said,\u201d warned Ben.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI will, Pa.\u201d Joe grabbed his hat, jacket, gun belt, and headed for the barn.<\/p>\n<p>_ _ _ _<\/p>\n<p>By the time Ramsey finally showed up, Joe had Cochise saddled and was almost finished with Maverick. When Joe heard Ramsey enter the barn, he finished tightening the cinch, and turned to him.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cLook, I\u2019m sorry. We seemed ta have gotten off on the wrong foot.\u201d Joe held out his hand as a peace offering. \u201cNo hard feelins?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Ramsey ignored Joe\u2019s hand and instead said. \u201cI want to go to town today.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cYou heard what my Pa said.\u00a0 I can\u2019t go ta town. Hoss is gonna take ya tomorrow,\u201d Joe finished and lowered his hand.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI don\u2019t want to go tomorrow. I\u00a0want\u00a0to go today.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cThere\u2019s nothin\u2019 I can do about it. I have my orders from Pa.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWhat\u2019s the matter,\u00a0Little\u00a0Joe, you chicken?\u201d Ramsey taunted. \u201cAre you afraid Daddy will yell at you again?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI\u2019m not afraid of nothin\u2019. I gave my word, an I stand by it,\u201d Joe snapped. \u201cPa gave us a job ta do an I aim ta get it done.\u201d\u00a0\u00a0The sooner I can finish, the sooner I can get rid of you,\u00a0Joe thought as he tied his jacket to the back of his saddle.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cYou\u2019ll be sorry, Cartwright,\u201d Ramsey muttered under his breath just low enough that Joe didn\u2019t hear him when Joe led Cochise out of the barn.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><strong>Chapter 20<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p>Joe and Ramsey headed out to Carson\u2019s Meadow, and neither spoke to the other. Ramsey tried to figure out how he could get to town. Joe, on the other hand, just wanted to get this over with. He normally enjoyed the ride there on a spring day like today, when the air was fresh and clean with the scent of pine trees, a soft breeze blowing, the sun shining down to warm you, and a good horse under you. The ranch was in all its glory this time of year. All this had always worked together to provide Joe with a feeling of utter peace, and contentment.\u00a0 But not today, today the beauty went unnoticed; it was ruined for Joe but the man riding beside him.<\/p>\n<p><em>Adam says I\u2019m spoiled, but I don\u2019t hold a candle ta him. What Ramsey wants, Ramsey gets.\u00a0 But not today.\u00a0 There\u2019s no way I\u2019m gonna risk making Pa angry again. I don\u2019t think I can take anymore.<\/em><\/p>\n<p>Not to far down the rode, Joe noticed a change in Cochise\u2019s gait.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWhoa, Boy, Somethin\u2019 wrong?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Joe stopped his horse and dismounted. Ramsey, on the other hand, kept on going.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cHey, Ramsey, hold up.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Ramsey ignored Joe and kept going.<\/p>\n<p>Joe sighed. \u201cOh what I wouldn\u2019t give ta knock him on his backside. Okay Cooch, let\u2019s see what\u2019s wrong.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Joe lifted Cochises\u2019s right front hoof, and examined it. \u201cOh, come on, it\u2019s just a little pebble, ya big baby.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Cochise looked around at Joe and snorted, showing his displeasure. Joe pulled a knife out of his saddle bag, and popped the pebble out.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cThere, that ought ta do it.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>He mounted up and gave Cochise a kick. \u201cLet\u2019s go catch up with \u2018im, not that I wanna.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Joe rode at a gallop, expecting to catch with Ramsey pretty quickly. After about two miles he pulled Cochise to a stop.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cThere\u2019s no way he got this far ahead of me, not the way he was ridin\u2019.\u201d Joe looked around hoping to catch sight of Ramsey.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWhere the devil is he?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><strong>Chapter 21<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p>Joe sat on Cochise, pondering where Ramsey could have gone.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWell, we know he didn\u2019t go back ta the house, he would had ta go by us.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Joe looked up the trail, hoping the answer would come to him. Suddenly, it hit him like a bolt of lightening.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cOh no, not that. Please not that, don\u2019t let it be that,\u201d Joe pleaded. He felt his stomach start to twist into knots. He gave Cochise a kick, and took off down the road. When he reached the Virginia City cut off, he stopped, and look down that road, and back to where he had come from.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cIf Pa finds out I went ta town, he\u2019ll kill me, but if he finds out that Ramsey went, an\u2019 I didn\u2019t do anythin\u2019 about it, he\u2019ll kill me.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Joe didn\u2019t know what to do. He looked up toward Heaven, seeking advice.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cThis ain\u2019t fair,\u201d he ranted, and he turned Cochise towards town and took off at a run.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><strong>Chapter 22<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p>When Joe entered Virginia City, he kept an eye out for Ramsey or Maverick. When he came to the Bucket of Blood, he spotted Maverick hitched just outside the saloon.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cDoggone it!\u201d<\/p>\n<p>He tied Cochise next to Maverick. \u201cIf we get outta here fast, Pa never needs ta know, right?\u201d Cochise bobbed his head up and down in agreement.<\/p>\n<p>He went into the saloon, and stood just inside the doors, letting his eyes adjust to the low lighting of the room. Joe scanned the smoky room, and spotted Ramsey standing at the bar, with a glass of whiskey in his hand.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cHey, Little Joe, haven\u2019t seen you in awhile,\u201d the bartender called out when Joe strode over to the bar.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cHi, Sam, been busy at the ranch.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Joe walked up to Ramsey, and pulled him around to face him. \u201cWhat are ya doin\u2019 here?\u201d Joe demanded between clenched teeth.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cHaving a drink.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI can see that. What I wanna know is why ya came ta town?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI told you, that I wanted to.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Joe sighed in frustration. \u201cAnd I told ya we couldn\u2019t. Let\u2019s go, I have work ta do.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cGo on and do it, little boy. I\u2019m staying.\u201d Ramsey turned back to the bar and called out. \u201cGive me another one.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cNo, Sam, we\u2019re leavin\u2019.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI\u2019m not.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Joe grabbed Ramsey by the arm and started to pull. Joe spoke to him as if Ramsey were a small child. \u201cI said\u2026 we\u2026 are\u2026 leavin\u2019. NOW!\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cAnd I said, no.\u201d Ramsey pulled away from Joe, and in doing so bumped into a miner on the other side of him, causing the miner to spill his drink.<\/p>\n<p>The man turned and grabbed Ramsey by the collar. \u201cWhat the hell you think you\u2019re doin\u2019?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Ramsey looked down his nose at the man. \u201cI suggest you take your filthy hands off me.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Joe closed his eyes, dreading what was to come. \u201cOh Lord.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>The miner balled up his fist and punched Ramsey right in the eye.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI\u2019m dead,\u201d Joe muttered.<\/p>\n<p>Joe stepped between the miner and Ramsey, who was lying on the floor, and put his hands flat against the miner\u2019s chest.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cCome on Ted, ya don\u2019t wanna do that. Let \u2018em alone an\u2019 I\u2019ll buy ya another drink,\u201d Joe pleaded, trying to pacify Ted.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWhat\u2019s it to ya, Cartwright?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cHe\u2019s a guest of Pa\u2019s, that\u2019s what it\u2019s ta me.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cIn that case\u2026\u201d Before Joe knew what was happening he found himself flat on the floor.\u00a0 By this time Ramsey was on his feet and taking a swing at Ted, who easily dodged it and sent Ramsey sprawling on the floor once more.<\/p>\n<p>Joe was on his feet, but unlike Ramsey, his fist connected with Ted\u2019s jaw. That was all that the other miners in the bar needed to join in, in their opinion, it was two against one.<\/p>\n<p>Joe gave as good as he got. He was able to dodge a whiskey bottle that was aimed for his head, but not the punch that sent him flying over a table. He was right back on his feet, swinging.<\/p>\n<p>Meanwhile, Ramsey found himself a nice, safe corner, where he could stand and watch the fight.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cThis is better then I could have hoped for,\u201d he said, laughing, as he watched Joe go down under a pile of miners, who were swinging away, trying to beat Joe to a pulp. \u201cI told you, you\u2019d be sorry.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><strong>Chapter 23<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p>\u201cAlright, break it up!\u201d Sheriff Coffee yelled as he came in. \u201cYa heard me; ya had your fun for today!\u201d\u00a0 When he was ignored he pulled out his gun, aimed it at the ceiling and pulled the trigger. \u201cSorry \u2018bout that, Sam,\u201d Roy said, turning to the bartender, who just nodded.<\/p>\n<p>The sound of the shot and the falling plaster caught everyone\u2019s attention. Slowly, the miners began moving away from the center of the room, revealing Joe, who was lying on the floor.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cJoe Cartwright! I should of known! If there\u2019s trouble to be had, you\u2019re right in the middle of it.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cBut Roy,\u201d Joe tried to interrupt.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cEvery time somethin\u2019 happens in here, you\u2019re involved.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cBut Roy,\u201d Joe tried again to explain, but Sheriff Coffee was on a roll.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cBoy, ya need to learn to control that temper of yours. Maybe a night in my jail would teach ya a lesson.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cRoy, if ya would only let me explain.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI don\u2019t wanna hear one of you cock an\u2019 bull stories. What was it about this time, a girl or a poker game?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Joe hung his head in defeat, and had to fight to hold the tears of injustice back. Every inch of his body hurt and he was totally miserable.\u00a0Why won\u2019t anyone just listen ta me?<\/p>\n<p>\u201cLet\u2019s go, you\u2019re comin\u2019 with me, Little Joe. I really think that night with me will do ya a world of good. Your Pa can come an\u2019 collect you in the mornin\u2019.\u201d Roy took hold of Joe\u2019s right arm and started leading him out of the saloon.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWell, so much for Pa not knowing,\u201d Joe mumbled.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><strong>Chapter 24<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201c<\/span>Roy, would you stop and listen to the boy,\u201d Sam interjected. \u201cIt wasn\u2019t his fault. He didn\u2019t start it, and he most certainly didn\u2019t throw the first punch or even the second. In fact, Little Joe tried to stop it.\u201d Sam stopped his defense of Joe, and looked around the room. Spotting Ramsey standing in a corner, grinning like a cat that just ate the canary, Sam pointed his finger at him. \u201cIf it\u2019s anyone\u2019s fault, it\u2019s his. Little Joe tried to get him to leave.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Sheriff Coffee turned to Joe. \u201cIs this true, Little Joe?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Joe nodded his head and whispered. \u201cYeah.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI\u2019m sorry ta go jumpin\u2019 ta conclusions. Are ya okay?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Once Joe had his emotions under control, he looked up at the sheriff. \u201cI\u2019m fine.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Sheriff Coffee looked him over, taking note of the various cuts, and bruises, and noticed the blood on the left sleeve of Joe\u2019s shirt.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cYeah, you\u2019re fine, alright. Ya get yourself over ta Doc\u2019s, an\u2019 I\u2019ll take care of that one for ya,\u201d he said motioning towards Ramsey.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI said I\u2019m fine,\u201d Joe grumbled.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cHumor me, will ya?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Joe stood there and looked around the saloon. \u201cSam, I\u2019ll take care of the damage\u2026some how. Just let me know how much.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cLittle Joe, the damages aren\u2019t your fault,\u201d Sam told him. \u201cFor once,\u201d he added with a smile.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cBut I\u2019m responsible for \u2018im,\u201d Joe said motioning towards Ramsey. \u201cSo I need to take care of damages,\u201d he pleaded. \u201cPlease, nothin\u2019 else needs ta be said ta anyone.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cLittle Joe, your Pa needs to know about this,\u201d Roy told him.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cNo! Please, Roy,\u201d he begged.<\/p>\n<p>Sheriff Coffee, stood there studying Joe, and took pity on him.\u00a0Apparently things haven\u2019t improved at home,\u00a0Roy thought.\u00a0\u00a0\u201cAlright, but keep him out of town.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cThanks, Roy.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Sheriff Coffee nodded, then pointed at the door, \u201cDoc\u2019s.\u00a0 NOW!\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Joe turned and slowly made his way to Dr. Martin\u2019s.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><strong>Chapter 25<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p>Joe slowly walked into Dr. Martin\u2019s office, and looked around. \u201cMaybe he\u2019s not here.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>When Joe turned to walk out the door, there was a noise behind him.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cNo such luck,\u201d Dr. Martin said coming out of the examination room. \u201cWhat brings\u2026\u201d He stopped when he got a good look at Joe and sighed. \u201cNever mind, I see what. Come on.\u201d Dr. Martin turned and walked back into the examination room, reluctantly Joe followed him.<\/p>\n<p>Dr. Martin looked Joe over with a doctor\u2019s well trained eye. He noticed the split lip, the cuts and bruises, the stiff way that Joe was moving, but most of all he noticed the blood on his arm.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWell, what did you do this time?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>A defiant look crossed Joe\u2019s face. \u201cWhy is it that lately everyone thinks everythin\u2019 is my fault? I didn\u2019t do nothin\u2019,\u201d When Dr. Martin looked at him with a look of disbelief in his eyes, Joe added. \u201cHonest.\u00a0 Ramsey started it.\u00a0 I should of just let that miner beat the, um, daylights out of \u2018im.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Dr. Martin held his hands up in front of him. \u201cOkay, okay, I believe you. Now, off with that shirt, and up on the table.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cDoc, I\u2019m fine,\u201d Joe protested.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cSure you are, you\u2019re always\u00a0fine. But since you\u2019re here, I might as well have a look.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI\u2019m fine.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cLittle Joe, don\u2019t make me\u2026\u201d Dr. Martin left the implied threat hanging in the air.<\/p>\n<p>The two men stared at each other, waiting to see who would be the one to give in first. Dr. Martin had the advantage\u2026Seventeen years dealing with this particular Cartwright. Pretty soon Joe was unbuttoning his shirt, unwillingly, but he was doing it.<\/p>\n<p>Dr. Martin chuckled as Joe sat on the table.\u00a0When will you ever learn, you can\u2019t win.\u00a0\u201cHow many were there?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI think the whole dang saloon. Lest that\u2019s what it feels like.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Paul ignored the arm at first and looked over the other injuries. Finally he turned his attention to Joe\u2019s arm. Carefully, he removed the blood-soaked bandage, and shook his head in disgust. The stitches were torn out; some had been done before today. The wound was red, slightly swollen, bleeding and not even close to healing. The parts that had actually started to heal were now torn open.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cJoseph Cartwright, I thought I told you to take it easy, and take care of that arm!\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI have,\u201d Joe protested.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cReally? Then how do you explain this mess?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cUm, tthe fight?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cTry again. Some of those stitches were pulled out before today.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cUm, I guess maybe it might have, maybe been the um, swing mount.\u201d Paul kept staring at him. \u201cAnd maybe saddling the horses haven\u2019t helped.\u201d Paul nodded his head and waited for Joe to continue. \u201cAnd helping with that cow the other day.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>That\u2019s what I thought. Haven\u2019t you been taking care of it, and keeping it clean?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cDidn\u2019t you notice anything wrong? No bleeding, pain, or swelling? Nothing?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Joe hung his head, and mumbled. \u201cWell, yeah, um, maybe. But not a lot.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI see. It never crossed your mind to come and see me?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cCouldn\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cAnd why not?\u201d Dr. Martin was starting to get frustrated with the evasive answers he was getting.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI\u2019m not allowed in town, an\u2019 I\u2019ve been busy with Ramsey.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cNot allowed in town? Then what the devil are you doing here?\u201d Dr. Martin demanded.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cRamsey,\u201d was Joe\u2019s one word answer.<\/p>\n<p>Dr. Martin nodded his head and continued. \u201cAlright, this is what we have here. Your ribs are bruised not badly, but enough to be quite uncomfortable. I\u2019m going to bind them, and hopefully they\u2019ll be a little more comfortable for you. They should be fine in a few days. You have an array of bruises, which are going to cause you some discomfort,\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cThey already do,\u201d Joe mumbled, causing Dr. Martin to smile.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cThe split lip, as you know will heal. I\u2019m going to need to put a couple of stitches in the cut above your eye. That arm is a different story,\u201d Paul stopped and examined the arm again. \u201cI\u2019m going to have to clean it out all over again, and then stitch it close. Again.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Dr. Martin went over to a cabinet to gathered what he would need. He handed Joe a a piece of cloth, \u201cPut some pressure on that arm until I can get to it. I\u2019m going to clean out the other cuts and stitch the one above your eye first, and then I\u2019ll take care of that arm. I\u2019m going to give you a mild sedative to take the edge off the pain for you.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cNo, I\u2019ll be fine without it.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cLittle Joe, this is going to hurt.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI know, but I have ta ride home, an I need ta have a clear head ta make sure I get Ramsey there. I can\u2019t be all dopy, cuz Lord only knows what he\u2019ll do then.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cLittle Joe\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cPlease, Doc.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Dr. Martin shook his head in exasperation. \u201cYou are the most stubborn, most exasperating person I know.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI\u2019ve heard that before.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI bet you have. Alright, have it your way,\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Joe flinched when the alcohol made contact with the first cut. Dr. Martin just looked at him and shook his head.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cOuch! That hurts,\u201d Joe exclaimed, and tried to shift away when Dr. Martin started on his arm.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cIt\u2019s your own fault. Now, hold still.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Once Dr. Martin finished cleaning, stitching and bandaging the arm, he turned to his patient with a scowl on his face.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cNow you listen to me and take heed of my words. You are to take it easy with that arm.\u00a0 You are NOT to do any heavy lifting or anything that will put any type of strain on it. I want you to keep it clean and put fresh bandages on it at least once a day, more if needed.\u00a0 Understood?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cYes, Sir.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI\u2019ll be out to the ranch later, to talk with your father. I want to make sure he keeps an eye on you.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cNo!\u201d Joe insisted, looking up at Dr. Martin. \u201cPlease Doc, don\u2019t do that. Pa\u2019s gonna be mad enough at me for the fight. If he finds out \u2018bout this, he\u2019ll explode,\u201d Joe begged. \u201cNot that he ain\u2019t gonna anyhow,\u201d Joe muttered under his breath.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cLittle Joe, your father needs to know about this.\u201d Joe kept shaking his head. \u201cHe\u2019ll want to know.\u201d Joe gave him his best puppy dog eyes. \u201cHe needs to keep you from doing anything stupid, again.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI won\u2019t, Doc, honest.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Dr. Martin stood there studying the young man in front him, and his heart went out to him. \u201cAlright, I won\u2019t tell him, but you have to promise\u00a0you\u00a0will.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Joe swallowed hard. \u201cSure, Doc.\u201d\u00a0No I ain\u2019t. There\u2019s no way I\u2019m telling Pa about this.<\/p>\n<p>Dr. Martin handed Joe his shirt, and a supply of bandages. \u201cGo on, get out of here.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><strong>Chapter 26<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p>Joe left Dr. Martin\u2019s office, and made his way back to the Bucket of Blood. He collected the horses, and headed to the jail. When he walked in to Sheriff Coffee\u2019s office, he was surprised not to see Ramsey sitting in the chair next to the desk.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWhere is he, Roy?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Roy looked up from his paperwork. \u201cHe\u2019s here. What did Doc say?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cCleaned me up, an\u2019 said I\u2019m fine.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cUh huh, I\u2019m sure he did.\u201d Roy picked up the keys for the cells.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cYa put \u2018im in a cell?\u201d Joe was astounded that Roy would do that. After all, Joe\u2019s had learned that no one would dare do something like that to Ramsey.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cYou bet I did. He\u2019s darn lucky he\u2019s not spending the night there, after everything I heard from Sam. I\u2019m lettin\u2019 him go as a favor ta you, Little Joe.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cThanks, Roy. I appreciate that.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>He looked at Joe before going to get Ramsey. \u201cDo you want ta tell me about it?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cAbout what Roy?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cDon\u2019t go playin\u2019 with me, Boy. You know what I\u2019m talking about.\u201d\u00a0 He watched as Joe straightened his shoulders in defiance.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cNow don\u2019t you go getting an attitude with me. I could tell there was something wrong at dinner the other night. Now today you don\u2019t want anyone talking ta your Pa.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cThere\u2019s nothin\u2019 wrong.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Roy\u2019s eyebrows lowered, and he stood there waiting for the truth. Years of being a sheriff had taught him to trust his gut instinct, and now they told him something was definitely not right.<\/p>\n<p>Joe started to squirm under Roy\u2019s intense glare. He dropped his head before whispering. \u201cEverything\u2019s fine at home.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cLittle Joe, if you need me ta go and talk ta your pa\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cNo! Look, everything\u2019s okay at home. I don\u2019t need ya or anyone else talkin\u2019 ta Pa.\u201d\u00a0I just know I can take care of this myself.\u00a0 \u201cNow, could ya please let \u2018im out, so I can get home.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Roy stared at Joe for a minute longer before he turned and going to the back of the jail to let Ramsey out.<\/p>\n<p>Ramsey walked right past Joe. \u201cIt\u2019s about time,\u201d he snapped as he walked out the door.<\/p>\n<p>Joe just shook his head. \u201cSee ya, Roy.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cRemember what I said, Little Joe. I don\u2019t want him in town with you again.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cYes, Sir.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Roy walked out with Joe, watched him take his jacket from the back of his saddle, and slowly put it on before pulling himself onto Cochise. He took off at a gallop, in pursuit of Ramsey.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cSlow down!\u201d shouted Roy. Joe just waved his hand in the air as he continued down the street.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI don\u2019t know what we\u2019re going to do with that boy.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Roy turned to see Dr. Martin standing beside him.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cThere\u2019s somethin\u2019 wrong, but I just can\u2019t put my finger on it,\u201d Roy pondered.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI noticed that too. He didn\u2019t have the normal fight in him, like he normally does when he has to see me.\u201d Dr. Martin stared down the street to where Joe had been just moments before. \u201cHe\u2019s very set on Ben not finding out about that arm, which isn\u2019t like him. He\u2019ll fuss a bit about it, but I think he secretively enjoys those moments with Ben.\u201d Dr. Martin stopped and shook his head in disgust. \u201cI had to stitch his arm up again.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI figured ya would \u00a0have to when I saw him in the saloon. He begged us not to tell Ben about what happened, told Sam he\u2019d pay for everything. I reckon that fella has something to do with it all. Seems like he\u2019s nothin\u2019 but trouble. Sam told me the whole ruckus was his doin\u2019. The only thing Little Joe did, was try to calm Ted down, and he found himself on the floor, for all his efforts. Sam said that dandy just stood in the corner laughin\u2019,\u201d Sheriff Coffee chuckled then. \u201cYou should of seen the fit he had when I threw \u2018im in a cell.\u201d Roy started laughing. \u201cIt sure did my heart a world of good ta hear him carry on. I sure would have liked ta keep him there, but I think that would of caused more trouble than it\u2019s worth.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWell, at least this is one time Little Joe\u2019s not going to get in trouble with Ben for getting in a fight,\u201d Dr. Martin said.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cPoor kid, I tore in ta \u2018im somethin\u2019 awful when I first saw \u2018im.\u00a0 I thought it was his doin\u2019 again.\u00a0 I was goin\u2019 to keep \u2018im over night to teach \u2018im a lesson.\u00a0 Sam sure set me straight on that one.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><strong>Chapter 27<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p>Joe caught up with Ramsey a couple of miles outside of town. \u201cI hope you\u2019re happy now.\u201d Joe said through clenched teeth, trying to keep the pain at bay, running Cochise as he did, didn\u2019t do anything to help ease his discomfort.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cHappy about what? Having that scum lay his hands on me, or that backwoods, so called sheriff, putting me in that filthy, flea ridden jail cell. You just wait until my father hears about this.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cOh, I can wait,\u201d Joe muttered. \u201cYa know, you\u2019re the rudest person I\u2019ve ever met. I\u2019d rather tangle with a grizzly, than be around ya. It sure would be a lot more pleasurable.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWhy you uncouth, little\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWould ya shut up!\u201d Joe interrupted, giving Cochise a kick.<\/p>\n<p>_ _ _ _<\/p>\n<p>Once they reached the ranch and took care of the horses, they headed for the house, which was the last thing Joe wanted to do.<\/p>\n<p>Ben, Adam, and Hoss were sitting around the great room listening to Alex telling what pillars of society his older sons were. Again.\u00a0 When Joe and Ramsey entered the house, Joe immediately turned, hung up his hat, and removed his gun belt, slowly coiling it up and placing it on the credenza. He heard Adam and Hoss gasp, and just stood there waiting for the inevitable eruption from Volcano Cartwright.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWhat the devil happened to you?\u201d Ben demanded.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cJoe insisted that we go to town, and to a saloon,\u201d Ramsey whined.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cHe WHAT?\u201d Ben bellowed.<\/p>\n<p>Joe spun around and his voice went up several octaves. \u201cI what?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cHe made me go to town, and he started a fight.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cJOSEPH!\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Joe cringed. There\u2019s the eruption.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cPa, that\u2019s not what happened. I swear it didn\u2019t happen like that. Ramsey\u2019s the one who took off&#8230;\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Ben was fuming by this point. \u201cGet to your room, I\u2019ll be up and deal with you in a minute.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cBut Pa!\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cNOW,\u201d he roared.<\/p>\n<p>Joe turned, and headed for the stairs. When he reached them, he turned back to Ben.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cPa, please.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Ben turned his back on Joe. Joe ran up the stairs and into his room.\u00a0 The sound of the slamming door caused Adam and Hoss to flinch, and look at each other.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cRamsey, go upstairs and get cleaned up,\u201d Alex told his son.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cYes, father.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Adam was the only one who saw the smirk on Ramsey\u2019s face when he turned and headed for his room.\u00a0They\u2019ll be gone soon, and all this will be over. Pa and Little Joe will be back to normal.<\/p>\n<p>When Ben sat down, Alex turned to him. \u201cBenjamin, that was totally unacceptable. Once again he disobeyed you, forced my son to go to town. He then started a fight, in which my son was badly injured. Then he has the nerve to lie, to try and place the blame on Ramsey.\u00a0 I won\u2019t even mention that tantrum he just threw.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cYa just did,\u201d Hoss mumbled.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cEric!\u201d Ben chastised.<\/p>\n<p>Hoss turned to Adam, and mouthed \u2018Eric?\u2019\u00a0 Adam\u2019s only response was to shrug his shoulders.<\/p>\n<p>His son getting\u2019 hurt? He has one measly black eye, where Little Joe looks like the whole durn saloon jumped him,\u00a0Hoss thought.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cBen, you need to do something about this,\u201d Alex demanded. \u201cYou know how I would have handled this.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI know, Alex,\u201d Ben acknowledged, yet he hesitated.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cBenjamin! You can\u2019t let this go. Your father and mother let things go with you. If I hadn\u2019t been there to keep you in line, you wouldn\u2019t be the successful man you are today.\u00a0 Do you want your son to become some hooligan, who ends up in prison, or worse? I was firm with you so you wouldn\u2019t end up there. You have to be the same with him.\u201d Alex glanced up the stairs for a second before turning his attention back to Ben.<\/p>\n<p>Ben ran his hands over his face. \u201cOf course, you\u2019re right, Alex. Ben rose from his chair, and started for the stairs.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cPa, you\u2019re angry. You have always said never to punish when you\u2019re angry,\u201d Adam pointed out.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cAdam, stay out of this,\u201d Ben said, and walked up the stairs.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><strong>Chapter 28<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p>Joe was standing at his window, looking off into the distance, past the majestic Ponderosa pines, towards Lake Tahoe, to a small clearing on a bluff overlooking the lake.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cHow I wish you were here, Mama. If you were, Pa would listen, you would make him.\u00a0 You would see what\u2019s happening.\u201d Joe\u2019s voice cracked as tears slowly trickled down his cheeks. \u201cAm I really as bad as everyone says I am?\u201d Joe stood in silence as his emotions got the better of him.<\/p>\n<p>Ben stopped out side of Joe\u2019s door and took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. He entered Joe\u2019s room without knocking. He saw Joe standing at the window, and noticed his shoulders shaking slightly. Ben wanted to go to him, pull him into his arms, and tell him everything would be alright, just like he did when Joe was a child. But then Alex\u2019s words from a previous day ran through his mind.\u00a0<em>See there Ben, that boy is out of control.\u00a0 Mark my words, he\u2019ll come to no good if you let this continue.\u00a0 You need to stand up and put an end to it.\u00a0 Do you think you would be half the man you are now, if I hadn\u2019t used a firm hand with you?\u00a0Ben closed his mind to his son\u2019s pain and sorrow.\u00a0I have to be strong for him. I can\u2019t let him ruin his life.<\/em><\/p>\n<p>\u201cJoseph.\u201d Ben saw his son stiffen at the sound of his voice, but he didn\u2019t turn around. \u201cFace me when I\u2019m speaking to you.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Joe wiped his eyes, took a deep breath, and composed himself before turning to face his father.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cYes, Pa?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Ben ignored his son\u2019s red eyes and tear-streaked face. \u201cI\u2019m very disappointed in you, Joseph. Your actions today were extremely childish.\u201d Ben\u2019s lecture had started. \u201cFor the last two days I\u2019ve told you that you were not allowed in town, but you chose to defy me.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Joe lowered his head at his father\u2019s words, refusing to let Ben see the moisture shimmering in his eyes, and the pain his words caused.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cToday you just had to drag Ramsey with you and put him in danger. He was your responsibility, and he came home all beat up. You\u00a0<strong>promised\u00a0<\/strong>me that you would\u00a0not\u00a0go to town. How can I trust you, now? This isn\u2019t the first promise you\u2019ve broken in the last few days. Alex has told me before that we need to have a necessary talk.\u201d Ben watched as Joe\u2019s head snapped up, his hands clenching and unclenching, and his jaw jutting out.\u00a0 \u201cAt this time though, I\u2019m of the opinion that you\u2019re too old for that. But, any more of this childish behavior, and I just might change my mind.\u201d Ben watched the defiance built in Joe\u2019s green eyes. The boy before him was angry, and Ben braced for the explosion that he knew would come at any moment. He cleared his throat before continuing. \u201cSince you have insisted on acting like a child, then you will be treated like one. You\u2019re restricted to the yard tomorrow. You will be up early to collect the eggs for Hop Sing. You will also clean the chicken coop and do the chores that I\u2019ve set for you, and any that Hop Sing gives you.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cBut Pa, I haven\u2019t done those since I was a kid,\u201d Joe protested.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cAs I said Joseph, if you act like one, you\u2019ll be treated as such. You\u2019ve acted like a child today, and you threw a tantrum when you were caught doing something you were not allowed to.\u201d<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201c<\/span>Pa, I didn\u2019t do nothin\u2019 wrong.!\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cYou went to town,\u201d Ben shouted.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cYes, but only to get Ramsey.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cJOSEPH! Do not add lying to your list of transgressions.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI AIN\u2019T LYIN\u2019!\u201d Joe shouted.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cENOUGH!\u201d Ben stopped and took a calming breath. \u201cYou will stay in your room for the rest of the day. Hop Sing will bring your dinner up to you. I\u2019ll see you in the morning.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cPa, please listen ta me,\u201d Joe begged.<\/p>\n<p>Ben turned, and walked towards the door, ignoring Joe\u2019s pleas.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cPlease Pa\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cNo, Joseph.\u201d Ben walked out the door, shutting if firmly behind him.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cPa,\u201d Joe called out.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><strong>Chapter 29<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p>After Ben had gone upstairs, Adam and Hoss excused themselves, saying they had some chores to do in the barn before dinner.<\/p>\n<p>Once they were safely in the confines of the barn and well out of hearing, Hoss turned on Adam. \u201cWhat the devil is Pa thinkin\u2019?\u201d he shouted.\u00a0 Hoss was angry, and the recipient was someone who Hoss was rarely angry with; Ben. \u201cLittle Joe looks like he took a pretty good poundin\u2019. Heck Adam, normally, Pa would be mad as all get out about Little Joe brawlin\u2019 an\u2019 the damages, but he\u2019d be cluckin\u2019 over Little Joe like a mother hen with her chicks. He\u2019d have Little Joe in bed an\u2019 Doc called out faster than I can eat Hop Sing\u2019s donuts.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI know, Hoss. Did you see that cut above his eye? He had had stitches put in, so we know Doc got his hands on him. I\u2019ll also lay odds that his ribs are bound, too. He may have run up those stairs, but I\u2019m sure he regretted every step once he got to his room.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cYeah, he seemed pretty stiff. I bet that that ride home was just as bad as a behind full of porcupine quills.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Adam winced at the image Hoss drew. \u201cYeah, but I think he would have enjoyed the quills more than the company.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cAin\u2019t there somethin\u2019 we can do?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cNothing I can think of at the moment. You heard the success I had when I tried talking to Pa.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cYeah I did. He about skinned ya alive. The way he went on, you\u2019d a thought ya told him he had ta marry Widow Hawkins.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI\u2019ll tell you Hoss, I\u2019d rather hear her calling Pa, \u2018Ducky,\u2019 all day than hear one more word out of either of the Strouds.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Hoss and Adam laughed at the image of Ben and the Widow Hawkins together.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cOne thing\u2019s for sure, Adam; once they\u2019re gone things\u2019ll get back ta normal. Well, that is after Pa stops yellin\u2019 when he gets the bill for them damages at the saloon,\u201d Hoss said with a hopeful smile.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cThat\u00a0yelling will be a lot different than the yelling now. They\u2019ll be gone soon and we\u2019ll have our little brother back to normal,\u00a0and\u00a0driving me to distraction.\u201d Adam smiled at the image of Joe with that mischievous twinkle in his eyes as he plotted his next prank. Nine times out of ten, Adam was the recipient.\u00a0Just don\u2019t let it be the horse trough, again.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><strong>Chapter 30<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p>Joe was the first one at the breakfast table the next morning. The fact that he hadn\u2019t slept the night before had helped him achieve this feat.<\/p>\n<p>Adam was the next one down. \u201cGood morning, Little Joe.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cMorning,\u201d Joe said as he nursed a cup of coffee, deep in thought.<\/p>\n<p>Adam studied his brother. He noticed the dark circles under Joe\u2019s eyes, and how red they were.\u00a0The kid looks as he hasn\u2019t been sleeping, and I would place money on it, that he\u2019s been crying. Hell, who could blame him.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cYou\u2019re up awful early, you even beat Hoss up,\u201d he joked.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cMmmm,\u201d was the only sound from Joe.<\/p>\n<p>Hoss\u2019 heavy steps could be heard coming down the stairs, and over to the table. \u201cMornin\u2019 brothers. Breakfast ready? Cuz I\u2019m powerful hungry this mornin\u2019.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cYou\u2019ll just have to wait until Hop Sing is good and ready to bring it out,\u201d teased Adam.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cDadburnit,\u201d Hoss grumbled.<\/p>\n<p>Joe hadn\u2019t said a word, not even to poke fun at Hoss\u2019 \u2018hunger\u2019. He just gave them a small smile.<\/p>\n<p>Hoss noticed the same things as Adam. He looked towards his older brother, who just shook his head.<\/p>\n<p>At that moment Hop Sing came out with platters filled with food.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cBoy howdy, that sure does smell good, Hop Sing. Don\u2019t ya think so, Little Joe?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Joe\u2019s head came up, and he looked around the table as if he was surprised to see his brothers there. \u201cYeah, it does. I sure am hungry, Hop Sing.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Hop Sing looked at Joe and smiled. \u201cPlenty to eat.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Hoss passed the platters, and each of them filled their plates.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cHey! Leave me some eggs, will ya?\u201d Joe exclaimed as Hoss shoveled eggs onto his plate.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cCan\u2019t help it if you\u2019re slow, Little Brother.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Ben came down and greeted his sons. \u201cGood morning.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cMorning, Pa,\u201d all three of them said at the same time.<\/p>\n<p>Hoss passed the platters to his father and they started to discuss the day\u2019s activities.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cHoss, remember you\u2019re taking Ramsey to town with you today.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI remember, Pa,\u201d Hoss said, and gave Joe a wink.<\/p>\n<p>Joe thought about letting them know what Roy told him about keeping Ramsey out of town, but decided it was for the best not to bring yesterday up. Besides, Roy told\u00a0him\u00a0to keep Ramsey out. He didn\u2019t say that he wasn\u2019t allowed there with anyone else. Joe was looking forward to a Ramsey free day, no matter what kind of chores he had to do.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cAdam, I want you to go up to the lumber camp and see how things are going.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cSure, Pa.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cJoseph, that list of chores is on my desk. I expect them done by the time I get back. I\u2019ll be checking that they\u2019re done right.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cYes, Pa,\u201d Joe responded. \u201cI\u2019ll have everything done, I promise.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Ben started to say something, but Hop Sing came out with a fresh pot of coffee, and Ben turned to him.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cThank you, Hop Sing.\u00a0 Did Joseph gather the eggs for you this morning?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cNum\u2019re Three son up and had eggs in kitchen before Hop Sing even up.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Ben nodded his head in acknowledgement. He avoided looking at Joe as he ate his breakfast. He couldn\u2019t afford to, not if he was going to stick with the stand he was taking regarding Joe\u2019s actions.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWell, I\u2019ll be, miracles do happen, Adam. Joe was up even before Hop Sing.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWe better watch out, or he\u2019ll start making us look bad,\u201d Adam laughed.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cHa ha, ya two.\u00a0 You\u2019re both regular comedians,\u201d Joe joked.<\/p>\n<p>Just as Joe finished eating, Alex and Ramsey came down the stairs, and morning greetings were exchanged.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cMay I be excused, Pa? I\u2019d like ta start on that list.\u201d Joe was in a hurry to get out of the house, now that the Strouds were at the table.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cYou may, Joseph.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI\u2019ll hitch up the wagon for ya, Hoss.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cYa don\u2019t need ta do that, Little Joe.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI want ta,\u201d Joe responded as he walked away from the table, retrieved the list, and left the house.<\/p>\n<p>After finishing their breakfast, Adam and Hoss excused themselves from the table.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cHey, Ramsey, come on out when you\u2019re done, an we\u2019ll head ta town.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cRemember to get the list of supplies from Hop Sing, Hoss,\u201d Ben reminded him.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cAlready did, Pa. Got it last night.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>_ _ _ _<\/p>\n<p>When they entered the barn, Hoss looked around.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cHe\u2019s probably out cleaning the chicken coop,\u201d Adam said, knowing who Hoss was looking for.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cChicken coop! He ain\u2019t done that for years, Adam. Besides, he hates them chickens.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI know. I had a look at that list Pa made for him. A lot of the things on it, he hasn\u2019t done for years.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><strong>Chapter 31<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p>As the day progressed, Joe started to make progress on his list of chores. He was out behind the house working in the garden when Hop Sing came out.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cLi\u2019le Joe no have to do that.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI do Hop Sing, it\u2019s on the list.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Hop Sing went off in a rush of Chinese, and Joe cringed at the words. Hop Sing reverted back to English. \u201cYou do child\u2019s work. Not right for you to do child\u2019s work. You not child anymore. Go do other work.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI can\u2019t. If Pa finds out, I\u2019ll be in more trouble. I can\u2019t\u2026\u201d Joe didn\u2019t finish his sentence as he went back to his weeding.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cYou finish, then come to kitchen, and eat lunch.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>When Hop Sing saw Joe start to say something, he added. \u201cNo argue with Hop Sing.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>_ _ _ _<\/p>\n<p>When Joe finished in the garden, he washed up and had lunch with Hop Sing. This was something he hadn\u2019t done a long time, and took solace in something that provided so many fond memories of days gone by.<\/p>\n<p>The two men chatted away, sharing memories and dreams yet to come. The only thing Joe refused to talk about was what was currently happening with his father.<\/p>\n<p>Joe helped Hop Sing around the house with the chores that Ben left for him. When he was done he asked if there was anything else Hop Sing needed. Hop Sing\u2019s response was to chase him out of the house. Joe went out to the barn and started on the next item on the list, cleaning the tack room, then moved on to mucking out the barn. Once he finished and all the soiled hay had been removed and dumped, he climbed up into the loft. While he stood there trying to decide how many bales of hay needed to be brought down, he unconsciously rubbed his left arm, which was already throbbing. One by one, Joe moved some bales to the edge of the loft, hooked the pulley to them and lowered them one by one to the ground. He stacked them with the ones that were already there, completing the last item on his list. There was plenty of light left, and instead of risking his father\u2019s wrath for not taking the initiative to finding something else that needed to be done, Joe looked over at the corral fence. Seeing some loose boards he pulled them off and replaced them.<\/p>\n<p>Finished and not seeing anything else to do, other than chopping the wood, which he didn\u2019t think he was up to, Joe went to his room to clean up for dinner.<\/p>\n<p>When he started to take his shirt off, Joe noticed a small spot of blood on it. He closed his eyes and sighed in frustration. He pulled the shirt off, and threw it in a corner. He pulled off the offending bandage, and surveyed the damage.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWell, here\u2019s another thing ta add to my list of transgressions. What do I have ta do ta get a break?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>He could hear Dr. Martin\u2019s words in his mind.\u00a0Alright, but you have to promise me you\u2019ll take it easy with that arm.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cAs I\u2019ve been told, I just can\u2019t obey anything.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>He cleaned it up as best as he could, rebandaged it, finished washing up, and went down for dinner. He had already heard his brothers arrive home, followed by Ben and Alex. Joe made sure he was downstairs in plenty of time for dinner. He couldn\u2019t risk being late, again.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><strong>Chapter 32<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p>Conversation buzzed around the table during dinner. Adam reported that they were ahead of schedule at the lumber camp. Hoss passed on all the latest gossip from town.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI guess Mrs. Lambert is finally havin\u2019 that baby of hers. Bert at the livery said Doc left town early this morning headin\u2019 out there, an\u2019 hasn\u2019t been back.\u201d Hoss stopped to take a bite of his steak before continuing. \u201cAnd Clem said Roy left last night for Carson City. He said he had ta go an\u2019 testify at some trial up there.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cHoss you\u2019re just as good as the Virginia City Ladies Society at gathering information,\u201d Adam teased.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cGotta stay on top of things. Oh, Little Joe, Jenny was askin\u2019 \u2018bout ya, today.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cOkay,\u201d was the only reply Hoss received.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cShe shore is one pretty little gal, and I hear she sure can cook, too.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cYou better look out, Little Brother. If Hoss says that gal can cook, he\u2019s going to start sparking her himself,\u201d teased Adam.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cHmm?\u201d Joe asked, not even looking up at his brothers.<\/p>\n<p>Hoss had hoped the banter about Jenny would cheer Joe up, especially since he knew she was a girl that Joe had started paying attention to lately, but by the looks of it, it didn\u2019t have any affect at all. Shaking his head, Hoss went back to his dinner.<\/p>\n<p>Little did Hoss know, Joe was a thousand miles away, trying to figure out what he could do to get back in Ben\u2019s good graces.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cSo Ramsey how was town today?\u201d Ben asked.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cIt was just fine, Mr. Cartwright. After Hoss dropped off the supply list, we picked up the mail, he showed me around, and then we had a beer at the Silver Dollar before picking up the supplies. I had a real nice time, Hoss. Thank you,\u201d gushed Ramsey with a sweet smile on his face.<\/p>\n<p>Ben nodded his head in acknowledgement before he turned to Joe. \u201cI saw that you finished all the chores that I left for you, and even fixed the coral fence. Thank you, Joseph.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cYou\u2019re welcome, Pa,\u201d Joe answered, giving his father a small smile.<\/p>\n<p>_ _ _ _<\/p>\n<p>After dinner everyone adjourned to the great room. Joe accepted the coffee offered to him and sat down in front of the fire. Once again, conversation flowed around the room, but Joe was silent. When Hoss offered to play a game of checkers, Joe declined. Adam tried to start up a conversation with Joe about the church social next month, and who might bid on whose baskets. Adam finally gave up after receiving one word answers, if any answers at all, and left Joe to sit in silence. To Adam and Hoss Joe\u2019s silence was deafening.<\/p>\n<p><em>I never thought I\u2019d miss Little Joe\u2019s constant chatter,<\/em>\u00a0Adam thought.<\/p>\n<p>As soon as Joe thought it was polite, he excused himself and went to bed.\u00a0 He was exhausted, and his arm was hurting.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><strong>Chapter 33<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p>Joe arrived for breakfast at the appointed time. He greeted everyone at the table, taking note that Ramsey was nowhere to be seen. Alex noticed Joe looking around.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cIf you\u2019re looking for Ramsey, he left to go on an early ride.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Good, at least I\u2019ll get one peaceful meal, without having to hurry off.\u00a0Joe ate his breakfast in silence, dreading another day around the house, doing jobs meant for a child.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cJoseph, I want you to check the fences out by Willow Creek,\u201d Ben said, breaking into Joe\u2019s thoughts.<\/p>\n<p>Joe perked up, hearing he was going to be able to leave the yard, even though it was only to ride fence. Even better, he was going alone.\u00a0<em>No Ramsey today. My day couldn\u2019t get any better.<\/em><\/p>\n<p>\u201cYes, Pa,\u201d Joe responded. He finished his breakfast, and waited for a lull in the conversation. After how the week had been so far, Joe was bound and determined to get back into Ben\u2019s good graces, and if that meant having the manners of a saint, he\u2019d do it.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cExcuse me, I\u2019m sorry for interrupting, but may I be excused? I\u2019d like ta get started on my work,\u201d Joe asked in an extremely polite and respectful tone.<\/p>\n<p>Ben glanced at Alex, hoping to see that he approved of the change in Joe, before looking at Joe. \u201cYes, you may, Joseph. Make sure you\u2019re not late for dinner tonight. I expect you here, dressed appropriately, and on time. Understood?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cYes, Pa,\u201d Joe laid his napkin on his plate, rose and went to the front door. He put on his gun belt, grabbed his hat, and was out the door. As he started for the barn, Hop Sing came rushing out the kitchen door. \u201cLi\u2019le Joe, Hop Sing make lunch for you. Long day, you need to eat.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Joe accepted the wrapped package. \u201cThanks, Hop Sing.\u201d He continued on to the barn whistling. When he entered, he turned to Cochise\u2019s stall, and stopped dead in his tracks dropping his lunch on the ground.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWhat the Hell!\u201d he exclaimed, as he looked at the empty stall. Immediately, Alex\u2019s words came to him.<\/p>\n<p><em>Ramsey went out for an early ride.<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201c<\/span>He went for an early ride alright, on MY HORSE!\u201d Joe quickly saddled Maverick, and walked him out of the barn.<\/p>\n<p>Joe surveyed the ground looking for Cochise\u2019s tracks. He was now thankful to Hoss for putting that new shoe on the other day that had a nick on it. At the time, Joe accused Hoss of doing it on purpose. Which he did. He said it was so they\u2019d have an easier time following him.<\/p>\n<p>Once he spotted the tracks, he mounted up and started tracking Ramsey. Joe paused when the tracks reached a small but well worn trail that branched off from the main road. Joe sat there studying the tracks, trying to make sense of them.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWhy would he go there?\u201d Then the argument from the first day came to Joe and he knew that Ramsey was going there for a reason.\u00a0<em>But why?<\/em>\u00a0Joe wondered.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><strong>Chapter 34<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p>Ben and Alex rode out together shortly after Joe left. While they sat on top of a hill, overlooking a pasture with a herd of horses grazing there, Ben turned to Alex.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cJoseph wants to take over the horse operation, but Adam thinks he\u2019s too young and isn\u2019t responsible enough. Personally, I think he\u2019d do well. He has a way with horses that I\u2019ve never seen in anyone before.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI believe Adam\u2019s correct, Ben. You really do need to do something with that boy, other than rewarding him for bad behavior.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWhat do you mean by that?\u201d Ben asked, turning his full attention to the man beside him.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cHe\u2019s wild, Ben. You were lucky with the other two. They turned out okay, despite everything. But this one, this one is different.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cHe\u2019s young Alex. He has a lot of growing to do yet. He\u2019ll learn.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cHe\u2019s spoiled, he doesn\u2019t have an ounce of respect or responsibility in him. You told me yourself about all the trouble he gets in when he\u2019s in town, the drinking, gambling, and fighting. He\u2019s never on time. I\u2019ve seen it all myself.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cHe\u2019s a hard worker, Alex. He takes his responsibilities on the ranch quite seriously. He\u2019s just high spirited,\u201d Ben said, trying to defend his son.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cDoes he? I\u2019ve heard Adam talking, saying how the boy has to constantly be told what to do, and then his work has to be checked to make sure he\u2019s done it, and done it correctly. Those \u2018high spirits,\u2019 as you call them, will get him into nothing but trouble. Look what happened with Marie and her \u2018high spirits.\u2019\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWhat does Marie have to do with this?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cYou told me he\u2019s a lot like her. Because of her \u2018high spirits,\u2019 she rode too fast, because of those \u2018high spirits\u2019 she got herself killed. You\u2019ve even said he rides just like his mother. Do you want the same thing to happen to him?\u201d When he saw Ben shake his head, Alex continued. \u201cI\u2019ve seen a lot of this in my practice. Rich boys, who are \u2018high spirited,\u2019 and allowed to run free, No one has any control over them,\u201d Alex explained.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cThey do what they want, without any consequences, or having to take responsibility for their actions. You have to take control of him, Ben. You have to do something with his \u2018high spirits\u2019, break it, or it\u2019ll lead to his ruination. If you don\u2019t, you\u2019ll lose him, Ben, one way or another.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Ben sat contemplating Alex\u2019s words.\u00a0Break his spirit? But that\u2019s what makes Joseph, Joseph.\u00a0\u201cI don\u2019t know, Alex.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cBen, look at my boys. I was hard on them, true, but I kept them on the straight and narrow. Lawrence is a prominent attorney in Boston, and on his way to becoming a congressman or better. Daniel is a brilliant surgeon. He joined me, and is the talk of the medical community. Look at yourself, Ben. You\u2019re a successful rancher, a leader in the community. Because of me, all of you have become prominent, successful men.\u201d Alex hoped that by trying to acknowledge Ben\u2019s \u2018success\u2019 and making him sound like he was in the same class as his older sons, Ben might take his words to heart and really listen to him this time. Then again, Alex knew he could play Ben just like a fiddle.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cYou\u2019re son, Adam, started on the right track. He went to one of the best schools in Boston; he was at the top of his class. But what did he do when he graduated? He came back here and threw everything away. I give him credit for how he is with the boy. He\u2019s hard on him, much harder than you are, but he\u2019s still not hard enough. Hoss, even though he never completed his education, is an extremely hard worker. But he\u2019s worse than you are with the boy. In Hoss\u2019 eyes Joseph can\u2019t do any wrong. You have to do something with Joseph, before it\u2019s too late. That \u2018high spirit\u2019 of his needs to be broken.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cYou may be right, Alex. The last thing I want is to lose that boy.\u201d Ben sat there thinking hard on this. If he lost Joseph, he didn\u2019t think he could survive it. He had to do something to help him, and if that meant he had to break that spirit, then he would have to do it. He looked back down at the herd of horses, and then looked at Alex.\u00a0<em>If being like Alex means saving Joseph\u2019s life, then I don\u2019t have a choice. I can\u2019t let anything happen to my son.<\/em><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><strong>Chapter 35<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p>Joe turned Maverick and headed up the familiar trail. When he reached the bluff overlooking the lake, he spotted Cochise. He tied Maverick to a bush, and walked over to his mother\u2019s grave. He saw Ramsey standing there looking down at the grass covered mound, with a look of disgust on his face.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWhat are ya doin\u2019 here?\u201d Joe demanded.<\/p>\n<p>Ramsey\u2019s head snapped up startled to see Joe standing behind Marie\u2019s headstone.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI just wanted to see if it was true,\u201d Ramsey replied with a sneer.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cIf what was true?\u201d Joe asked, who immediately going on the defensive, when he heard the condescending tone of Ramsey\u2019s voice.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cThat your father actually did marry a filthy, Creole whore.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI suggest ya take that back,\u201d Joe demanded through clenched teeth. He was doing everything he could to keep his temper in check. It wasn\u2019t easy; everything he felt told him to bash in Ramsey\u2019s face, to make him pay, and pay dearly for what he said. Out of everything that had happened in the past week, this was the one thing he couldn\u2019t turn the other cheek to. No one insulted his mother and got away with it. For Joe this place was sacred. It was his sanctuary, his place to come and seek the comfort of the mother he could barely remember. When the world seemed to be falling down around him he could come here and tell her all his woes, and not worry about her passing judgment on him.\u00a0 He would tell her his fears and his dreams, he told her everything, even things he never told Hoss. She was the world to Joe, and he loved her dearly. For Ramsey to come here, and say what he did was blasphemy, as far as Joe was concerned.<\/p>\n<p>Ramsey just stood there, with a superior look on his face, not saying a word.<\/p>\n<p>Joe, with his hands tightly clenched into fists, once again demanded. \u201cYa\u2026 Take\u2026 That\u2026 Back\u2026 NOW!\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Ramsey just laughed. \u201cI\u2019m just telling the truth. My father said she was nothing, but a well made up whore, who would give her favors\u2026\u201d Ramsey never got to finish what he was saying. Joe came at him so fast that Ramsey never saw him move. A left hook caught Ramsey square on the chin, and was followed by a right to the face. The next thing Ramsey knew he was lying on his back, on top of the soft, fragrant pine needles that carpeted the ground around Marie.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><strong>Chapter 36<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p>Joe stood over Ramsey, breathing hard, his hands clenched so tightly his knuckles were turning white. \u201cI oughta kill ya for saying that,\u201d Joe said as he pulled out his gun, pointed it at Ramsey, and cocked the hammer. Joe was fighting to control the rage that was rushing through his veins. \u201cYa get on that horse, an\u2019 get outta here, before I change my mind.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Ramsey scrambled to his feet and ran for his horse.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cAN\u2019 DON\u2019T YA DARE TAKE COCHISE!\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Ramsey jumped on Maverick and rode away as fast as he could. \u201cYou\u2019ll pay for this, Cartwright!\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI\u2019m sure I will,\u201d Joe said softly, as he watched Ramsey until he was out of sight.<\/p>\n<p>After Ramsey was gone, Joe walked over to his mother\u2019s grave, took off his hat and knelt down.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI\u2019m sorry \u2018bout that, Mama. I just couldn\u2019t let \u2018im say all those lies about ya.\u201d Joe\u2019s voice cracked as his emotions overwhelmed him. \u201cI just don\u2019t understand. Why he\u2019s like that? What did I do to him?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Joe brushed angrily at the tears that slipped down his face. \u201cYa know, I\u2019m really gonna get it now. Pa told me not ta do anything else childish. But ya know what? I don\u2019t think this was, but I\u2019m sure Pa will. I just couldn\u2019t let \u2018em say that, Mama, not matter how much trouble I get into.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Joe wiped some of the leaves off the grave. \u201cIf Pa will only listen this time, he\u2019ll understand. He just needs ta listen,\u201d Joe said while he picked up the dead flowers that were lying in front of the headstone. \u201cGuess I need ta bring ya some more flowers, but I have a feeling that I\u2019m not gonna be back here any time soon.\u201d Joe ran his hand over Marie\u2019s name.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cNo matter what I do, I just can\u2019t seem ta do nothin\u2019 right. Ever since the Strouds got here, Pa acts like I\u2019m stupid and a huge disappointment to him. He wants me to be like Ramsey, Mama. Or at least the Ramsey he sees. The perfect son.\u201d Joe sighed and cleared his throat. \u201cIf he only knew.\u201d Joe sat quietly, looking down at Marie\u2019s grave, as if he was listening to what she was saying.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><strong>Chapter 37<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p>Ramsey arrived at the house shortly after Ben and Alex. By this time, the bruise on his chin was clearly visible, as was the one on his cheek, and his split lip too.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWhat happened, Son?\u201d Alex asked as he took a hold of Ramsey\u2019s face and surveyed the damage.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cJoe hit me, and then he threatened to kill me,\u201d Ramsey whined. He flinched as his father prodded the bruises.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWhat?! Why would Joseph do something like that?\u201d Ben asked, his heart sinking in despair.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cHe got mad because I went up to that bluff, overlooking the lake. I didn\u2019t know his mother was buried there. He told me I had no right to be there, then he hit me. He pulled out his gun and pointed it at me. Before he could do anything, I got on my horse, and rode out of there as fast as I could.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cBenjamin, this is the last straw! He\u00a0can not\u00a0go around assaulting and threatening my son.\u00a0 Something needs to be done and done now!\u201d Alex was livid. \u201cThis was an unprovoked attack on Ramsey!\u00a0 He threatens his life, and for what? For going up on a bluff? You need to do something more than sending the boy to his room, without dinner.\u00a0 Apparently, that hasn\u2019t made any type of impression.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Alex walked over to Ben and stood in front of him, glaring at him. \u201cI would\u00a0never\u00a0have accepted this kind of conduct from you. You knew what the consequences would be if you did, they would be quite severe. You can not let him get away with this, Benjamin.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Ben looked at Alex, seeing the man who ruled his childhood, the one who demanded complete obedience, and felt like that child again. Ben hung his head, he didn\u2019t realizing how much this reaction was so very much like Joe. \u201cYou\u2019re right, of course.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><strong>Chapter 38<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p>Much later, Joe rode made it back to the house. He dismounted and walked Cochise into the barn. He noticed that Maverick was back in his stall, he also noticed that his brothers and father were back, too. While he was unsaddling the horse, he heard a noise behind him. Turning, he saw Ben standing in the doorway of the barn.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cUm, D-did\u2026 y-you\u2026 need something, P-pa?\u201d Joe asked, nervously stumbling over his words.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cFinish taking care of your horse, Joseph.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cPa?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI said, finish taking care of the horse,\u201d Ben commanded.<\/p>\n<p>Joe swallowed hard and turned back to Cochise. He knew Ben was standing just outside the stall, waiting for him to finish. He also knew better than to linger over the task as he normally did. Once finished, he stepped out of the stall and faced Ben.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cPa?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cYou hit Ramsey today?\u201d Ben asked, in deceptively calm voice.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cYes, I did, but he\u2026\u201d Joe began.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cNo excuses, Joseph.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cHe deserved it!\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cHe deserved it? I can\u2019t believe that, Joseph.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWould you listen ta me? He was at Mama\u2019s grave. He\u2026\u201d Joe tried to explain, but just couldn\u2019t get through the cloud of intimidation, and childhood fears that were overriding Ben\u2019s normal intuitions and feelings where his sons were concerned.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI know where he was, and I know what happened. You had no reason to hit him, or to threaten his life.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cThen he shouldn\u2019t of said what he did!\u201d Joe argued.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI can\u2019t imagine Ramsey doing or saying anything to deserve that kind of treatment. He\u2019s a polite, educated, well-mannered young man. No man could ask for a better son. You would do well to learn from his example.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Joe\u2019s green eyes darkened, and snapped with anger. \u201cHis example!\u201d Joe yelled, throwing all caution to the wind. \u201cHe is nothing but an arrogant, lying bas\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cJOSEPH FRANCIS CARTWRIGHT,\u201d bellowed Ben. \u201cYou will watch your mouth and your tone.\u201d Ben turned and walked away, trying to compose himself, before turning back to Joe. \u201cYou really have become a disappointment. You have constantly embarrassed me since Alex arrived. You have done nothing but lied to me. You haven\u2019t been pulling your weight on the ranch, to a point where either myself or your brothers have to tell you what to do and we still have to check up on you. The only thing you seem to care about is going to town, where all you do is cause trouble. Don\u2019t you have any common sense?\u201d Ben didn\u2019t realize he was actually parroting Alex\u2019s own word.<\/p>\n<p>Ben was on a roll, no longer able to hold back. Everything that Alex had said about Joe and all of Alex\u2019s criticisms were ringing in his ears. Ben was completely lost to the influence that the man had over him, and he had lost all common sense in dealing with his own son.<\/p>\n<p>This man was not the father Joe loved and respected. Joe stood glaring at his father, as Ben continued to list his shortcomings.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cYou abandoned Ramsey the first day he was here. Then you drag him to town, where you start a fight, causing Ramsey to be injured. Now, today, you hit him and pulled you gun on him, threatening his life. I\u2019ve had it, Joseph. You\u2019ve pushed me too far.\u201d Ben began unbuckling his belt.<\/p>\n<p>Joe started backing away from his father. \u201cW-what are y-ya gonna d-do?\u201d he stuttered.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWhat I should have done before.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cNo, Pa, please. I\u2019ll\u2026 I\u2019ll be the son you want. I can be like Ramsey. I promise, I can be,\u201d Joe pleaded.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cYou promise? All you\u2019ve done is promise. Your promises aren\u2019t worth anything, after this past week.\u201d Ben took a step forward, and Joe took another one back. \u201cDo not make this worse on yourself.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Joe straightened, and looked straight ahead with tears glistening in his eyes.\u00a0Who is this man? What happened to my father?<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><strong>Chapter 39<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p>After all was said and done, Joe walked stiffly into the house and straight up the stairs, refusing to look at anyone. He wasn\u2019t about to give them the satisfaction of seeing his pain, physical or emotional.<\/p>\n<p>_ _ _ _<\/p>\n<p>Adam and Hoss looked at each other in disbelief. From the way Joe was walking, they both knew what had happened in the barn. They had heard about what happened at Marie\u2019s bluff when they returned home, but they never thought Ben would resort to such extreme measures.<\/p>\n<p>Neither realized what type of hold Alex had on their father.<\/p>\n<p><em>Pa hasn\u2019t done that since before Little Joe turned fifteen,<\/em>\u00a0Hoss thought as he glared at Ramsey.<\/p>\n<p><em>Ramsey is the cause of this. Why can\u2019t Pa see that? Little Joe wouldn\u2019t have done anything, unless Ramsey said something about Marie&#8230;\u00a0<\/em>Adam thought. He didn\u2019t realize it, but his next thoughts would echo what Joe had been feeling earlier by the lake.\u00a0<em>Joe worships his mother, he\u2019d never let anyone get away with saying something against her, especially there. That place is sacred to him. It\u2019s his sanctuary; he finds peace there with her. As far as he\u2019s concerned, saying something about Marie is blasphemy.<\/em><\/p>\n<p>Alex watched Joe walk up the stairs with a satisfied look on his face.\u00a0It\u2019s about time Ben listened to me, and did something with him.\u00a0Alex looked at his own son and sighed.<\/p>\n<p>Ramsey sat on the settee gloating over what he knew had just happened.\u00a0Better him than me. That\u2019ll teach him to hit me.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><strong>Chapter 40<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p>Joe entered his room, softly closed the door, and locked it. The tears he had been fighting so hard to hold back finally escaped and spilled down his face.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cNo more! I\u2019m done with this. He\u2019s not gonna do this ta me again, I won\u2019t let him.\u201d Joe pulled a satchel from his closet and started throwing clothes in it.<\/p>\n<p>Joe wasn\u2019t sure what he was feeling at this moment in time. Was it anger, hurt, disappointment in his father or maybe all three. \u201cIf he doesn\u2019t want me here, if he doesn\u2019t love me anymore, then I\u2019ll leave. I\u2019ll get outta his life. He won\u2019t have ta be bothered with me.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Joe grabbed his brushes and threw them in the bag. \u201cIf he\u2019d rather have Ramsey, then fine!\u201d Joe grabbed his mother\u2019s picture, started to put it in the bag, but stopped. He stood staring at the picture, and slowly sat down on the bed.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cOw,\u201d he yelped as he jumped off the bed.<\/p>\n<p>He looked back down at his mother then over at the satchel. \u201cIf I leave, I leave you. I also leave Hoss and Adam. Can I do that? Can I leave the only home I\u2019ve ever known? I love the Ponderosa, I\u2019ve never been able ta see myself livin\u2019 anywhere else. How can I leave the only two people that love me? How can I leave you, Mama?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>With a heart felt sigh, Joe put the picture back on his bedside table, slowly unpacked his satchel, and put his clothes away. \u201cI can\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Feeling totally defeated, Joe changed into his nightshirt. He looked up into the mirror on his dresser, and made a promise to his mother and to himself.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cNo matter what it takes, I\u2019ll make \u2018im love me again. I\u2019ll be the son he wants. I won\u2019t cause anymore trouble. I swear, I\u2019ll be what he\u00a0<em>thinks<\/em>\u00a0Ramsey is.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Joe climbed in bed, laid on his stomach, and fell into a restless sleep. It finally happened; Joe Cartwright\u2019s spirit had been broken.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><strong>Chapter 41<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p>Ben sat in the barn, staring at the belt in his hand, lost in a world of his own doing.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cHe didn\u2019t even make a sound. So unlike when he was younger; then he would howl until I just couldn\u2019t do it anymore.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Ben stopped and remembered looking into Joe\u2019s eyes when the deed was done. \u201cThere was so much anger, so much \u2026hate? In trying to save him, did I actually lose him?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Ben got up and walked over to Cochise\u2019s stall and rubbed the horse\u2019s neck, trying to find the comfort that his beloved son always found with cherished horse.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cDid I do the right thing? Is Alex right? He must be, look how Ramsey has turned out. How his other sons are. Look at Adam and Hoss, especially Adam. I was much harder on them, harder than I have ever been on Little Joe\u2026 Until now. I\u2019ve always overlooked a lot of what he\u2019s done. Maybe I\u2019ve overlooked too much, given him too much freedom. Just given him too much.\u201d Ben paused, and looked at the horse in front of him. He felt like Cochise was looking at him with condemnation in his eyes.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cDon\u2019t you go looking at me like that, too. I did what had to be done. It was for his own good.\u201d Cochise continued to stare at him.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cIt was.\u201d But who was he trying to convince, Cochise or himself?<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><strong>Chapter 42<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p>The next morning, Joe made his way stiffly down the stairs and over to the table. On his chair was a cushion from the settee. It had been placed there by Adam, in a show of sympathy. Joe knew who had left is and without really looking at Adam, Joe gave him a small smile of appreciation. Joe picked up the cushion and returned it to the settee. He wasn\u2019t going to give the Strouds even the slightest bit of satisfaction when they came down. He slide gingerly into his seat and did his best to hide the grimace of pain when his back end made contact with the chair. He was hurting, but he refused to let anyone see it.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cMorning, Little Joe,\u201d greeted Adam and Hoss.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cMorning,\u201d Joe said softly, keeping his eyes glued to his plate.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cGood morning, Joseph,\u201d Ben said with a smile.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cGood morning, Sir.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cYa want some coffee, Little Joe?\u201d Adam asked, as he picked up the coffee pot.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cPlease.\u201d Joe took the coffee pot from Adam, and poured himself a cup.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI figured you could use it, since you\u2019re giving us the honor of your presence so early in the morning,\u201d teased Adam.<\/p>\n<p>The only response Adam received from Joe was a small nod of his head.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cHere ya go.\u201d Hoss offered Joe the platter of eggs. When Joe looked up to take the platter, Hoss had to stifle his gasp of surprise. The green eyes that he saw were not Joe\u2019s eyes. There wasn\u2019t any spark to them. Even considering what happened the night before, there should have been something there. When Joe was younger, and he had had a \u2018necessary talk\u2019 with Ben, there was always something in his eyes; whether it was anger or remorse, there was always something there, but now\u2026 there wasn\u2019t anything.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cThank you.\u201d Joe took the platter, and put a spoonful on his plate. He accepted the plate of bacon and took a slice.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cHey, Little Joe, whatcha trying ta do? Make sure I have enough for thirds?\u201d Hoss joked, trying to get the normal smart answer from Joe. All he got was a slight shrug of Joe\u2019s shoulders.<\/p>\n<p>Upon hearing Hoss\u2019 comment, Ben turned his attention from his paper to Joe\u2019s plate, and frowned.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cJoseph, you need to eat more than that. Hoss, pass him the pancakes.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Hoss reached for the pancakes and held them out to Joe. Hoss waited for Joe\u2019s normal \u2018I ain\u2019t hungry,\u2019 and was surprised at Joe\u2019s response.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cYes, Sir.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Hoss watched as Joe took a couple pancakes from the platter, and then passed him the butter and syrup.<\/p>\n<p>Joe put butter and syrup on his pancakes, and cut them up. Ben sat watching him, to see if he was going to eat. When Joe raised his fork to his mouth and took a bite of his eggs, Ben nodded in satisfaction, and went back to his paper.<\/p>\n<p>Joe spent the rest of the meal pushing his food around his plate. His brothers tried to engage him in conversation, but only received the barest of answers or just a shrug. They soon gave up, and concentrated on their own meals.<\/p>\n<p>Adam studied his brother. Joe\u2019s reaction this morning wasn\u2019t normal. Whenever Joe had been punished in this manner, he would be sullen and always dramatize the injustice of his punishment. Usually, after some cajoling, either he or Hoss could usually draw him out and have him laughing again. Today was different. Today; Joe wasn\u2019t sullen, he wasn\u2019t protesting his innocence. Today, Joe just sat there playing with his breakfast, and not saying a word, unless it was required. Only once had he made eye contact with anyone. Other than that, he kept his eyes down.<\/p>\n<p>Both Adam and Hoss knew Joe had been unnaturally quiet the last few days, but today was different. It wasn\u2019t just the silence; it was his whole attitude. Joe was there physically, but that was it. Adam and Hoss could feel him withdrawing from them, and it scared them.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cPa, could Little Joe come with me today? I need some help at the mill,\u201d asked Adam.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI\u2019m sorry, Adam. Hoss can go with you.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cUh, Pa, I was gonna ask if Little Joe could go with me. I need ta get a tally on that herd out by the lake. There ain\u2019t any hands out there ta help.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Ben looked at his older sons, who were watching him, hoping to get a reprieve for their younger brother, knowing Joe would had been told he was to stay at the house and do more\u00a0chores.\u00a0Ben looked at Joe. Normally, he would be right there in the middle of it, trying to convince him to let him go. But not today; today Joe\u2019s head was down and he was focused on his plate. It was as if he didn\u2019t care what the outcome of the conversation was. It was like he didn\u2019t even hear it.<\/p>\n<p>Ben was about to let him go with Hoss, when he heard a throat being cleared to his right. He looked up, and found Alex and Ramsey standing there; he hadn\u2019t heard them come into the room. Alex gave a quick shake of his head, and a look that said: \u2018You have to be firm.\u2019<\/p>\n<p>\u201cNo, Hoss, find a hand to help you. Adam, I\u2019m sure you can manager at the mill on your own. Joseph will be staying here today. He has some work to do around the yard.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cYes, Pa,\u201d Both, Adam and Hoss said.<\/p>\n<p>When breakfast was done, everyone went off to their appointed jobs.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cJoseph, come over here, please,\u201d Ben said, as he walked over to his desk.<\/p>\n<p>Joe followed him. When he reached Ben\u2019s desk, he kept his eye directed to the floor, in a display of submission.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cYes, Father?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Ben looked up at Joe, surprised at his choice of words. He studied his son, who stood perfectly straight, except for the bowed head, while he waited for his assigned chores. \u00a0Ben wasn\u2019t sure what to do or say to his youngest son.\u00a0Maybe I should just\u2026<\/p>\n<p>\u201cBen, when will we be leaving?\u201d Alex asked.<\/p>\n<p>Ben cleared his throat before answering. \u201cAs soon as you and Ramsey are finished with breakfast.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Ben turned his attention back to Joe. \u201cJoseph, you\u2019ll be working around here today. Both the barn and house roofs need to be repaired. I want you doing that today. I\u2019m taking Alex and Ramsey into town, so you\u2019re going to be left on your own, and I want to see results by the time I get home.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cYou will,\u201d Joe said quietly.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cAlright, go on and get started.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Joe nodded his head in silent acknowledgement, and left the house.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><strong>Chapter 43<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p>Joe was up on the barn roof when Hop Sing called out to him. \u201cLunch ready, Li\u2019le Joe come eat.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Joe looked up from where he was nailing a shingle onto the roof. \u201cI\u2019m not hungry.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cYou come eat,\u201d Hop Sing ordered, bracing for the argument that was to follow.<\/p>\n<p>Joe nodded his head; he made sure his tools were secured, and came down off the roof.<\/p>\n<p>Hop Sing was stunned when Joe gave in so easily. He expected more of a fight. For Joe to give in without a fight wasn\u2019t normal.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cYou wash, and come to kitchen.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Joe did as he was told. When he entered the kitchen, Hop Sing had a sandwich, and a glass of milk waiting for him.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cLi\u2019le Joe work hard all morning, you sit and eat all on plate,\u201d scolded Hop Sing as he pointed at the table.<\/p>\n<p>Joe sat down, picked up the sandwich and took a bite.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cHow roof go?\u201d asked Hop Sing as he rolled out bread dough.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cAlmost done,\u201d Joe answered. His voice was flat and emotionless.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cThen you do what?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cThe house roof.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cFather be happy with you.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI guess.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWhen done, what you do next?\u201d Hop Sing kept up his questions, hoping to get Joe talking.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI\u2019m not sure, I\u2019ll find something,\u201d Joe answered as he unconsciously rubbed his arm.<\/p>\n<p>Hop Sing saw the movement. \u201cLi\u2019le Joe arm still hurt?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Joe immediately dropped his hand. \u201cUm, no. It\u2019s fine.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cYou keeping it clean? Washing it at night?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cYes, I clean it out every night and put a clean bandage on it just like Doc said.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cYou let Hop Sing look at it.\u201d Hop Sing started to move around the table towards Joe.<\/p>\n<p>Joe stood up so fast he nearly knocked his chair over, and rushed to the door. \u201cIt\u2019s fine, Hop Sing. I have to get back to work.\u201d Joe was out the door in a blink of an eye.<\/p>\n<p>Hop Sing looked at the door, then to the table where Joe had been sitting. He saw the half eaten sandwich, and the glass of milk that had barely been touched, and shook his head before returning to his work.<\/p>\n<p>_ _ _ _<\/p>\n<p>Joe had just started on the house roof, when Adam rode in. Hoss came in shortly after Adam.<\/p>\n<p>Adam was unsaddling Sport, when Hoss entered the barn, leading Chubb. \u201cYa see \u2018im up on the roof?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cYes. I also noticed the repairs that have been done on the barn already. He\u2019s been working hard.\u201d Adam shook his head. \u201cYou know as well as I do that\u2019s a two man job. He shouldn\u2019t be up there alone. What if he fell?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI know. I just don\u2019t understand what Pa\u2019s thinkin\u2019.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cIt\u2019s hard to tell anymore.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>They walked out of the barn together and stood looking up at Joe, who seemed not to notice them.<\/p>\n<p>Adam elbowed Hoss in the side, and motioned towards Joe. \u201cWell, look who\u2019s actually doing some work around here, for a change.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Joe glanced down at his brothers. \u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Hoss looked at Adam. He knew what Adam was trying to do; he wanted to get a rise out of Joe. Hoss decided to give Adam some help.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cIf ya know what\u2019s good for ya, Short Shanks, ya\u2019ll have it done before dinner.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI don\u2019t know, Hoss. I don\u2019t think the\u00a0boy\u00a0is industrious enough to even get it done right, let alone before dinner.\u201d Adam purposely called Joe a boy, knowing how much Joe hated it.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI promise, I\u2019ll do it right.\u201d Joe went back to pulling off bad shingles and replacing them with new ones.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI don\u2019t get it, Hoss. Normally, he would\u2019ve been down here swinging away, ready to take my head off.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cHe didn\u2019t even raise his voice, Adam. He just sounded so\u2026 so not Little Joe if you know what I mean,\u201d Hoss said while they watched Joe.<\/p>\n<p>Adam shook it head, helplessly. \u201cI know, Hoss. Come on, let\u2019s go get cleaned up.\u201d Adam started to walk towards the house.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cHold up, Adam. Hey, Little Joe, Ya want some help?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Joe glanced back down at his brother. \u201cNo thanks, I\u2019ll get it done.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cOkay, if you say so.\u201d Hoss nodded at Adam and started for the house.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><strong>Chapter 44<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p>When Adam and Hoss reached the door, Hop Sing came out the side door. \u201cMr. Adam. Mr. Hoss, Hop Sing talk to you?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cSure,\u201d Adam said. \u201cWhat is it?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cCome in kitchen.\u201d He looked up towards the roof. \u201cWhere more private.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Adam and Hoss followed Hop Sing into the kitchen. Once the door was closed, Hop Sing turned and studied the brothers.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cHop Sing scared for Num\u2019er Three Son. He gone away.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWhat do ya mean, Hop Sing? Little Joe\u2019s up on the roof,\u201d Hoss asked, completely confused.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cHe here in body, but not\u00a0<em>here<\/em>.\u201d Hop Sing laid his hand over his heart. \u201cHeart and soul gone. No spirit left.\u201d He looked at Adam and Hoss, his eyes pleading for understanding.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cNo spirit? You mean kinda like a horse that\u2019s had all the gumption whipped out of \u2018em\u2026\u201d Hoss stopped in mid sentence and looked at Adam. \u201cDo ya realize that he hasn\u2019t laughed or really smiled since the Strouds arrived?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI believe the last time he laughed was when he accidentally\u00a0knocked me into the horse trough.\u201d Adam chuckled at the memory.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cYeah, I thought he was goin\u2019 to bust a gut, he was laughin\u2019 so hard.\u201d Both men smiled at the memory that had happened only a few days ago, but felt like a lifetime.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cThat what Hop Sing mean. He no get into trouble, good trouble. No play tricks. He not Li\u2019le Joe no more.\u201d Hop Sing paced the room, ranting in his native tongue, before turning back to the brothers. \u201cThe other boy, he no good. He cause problems for Li\u2019le Joe. And man tell father what to do. Father in\u2019imida\u2019ed by him. Almost like he scared. They not what they say. You watch, you see.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Adam turned to Hoss. \u201cI think he\u2019s on to something. It would explain a lot. I\u2019m going to try to talk to Little Joe again.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cLet me talk to him, Adam. He might just open up ta me.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cThank you, Hop Sing,\u201d Adam said.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cNo thank Hop Sing. You bring Li\u2019le Joe back,that thanks enough.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWe will,\u201d promised Adam.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><strong>Chapter 45<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p>Ben, Alex, and Ramsey arrived home from town shortly before dinner. Joe was still making repairs on the roof. Ramsey hopped out of the buggy and looked up at Joe.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWorking hard,\u00a0<em>Little\u00a0<\/em>Joe?\u201d he laughed, and put just enough emphasis on the word little, so that no one else other than Joe noticed.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI guess,\u201d was Joe\u2019s soft reply.<\/p>\n<p>One of the hands came out of the bunkhouse, having heard the buggy. \u201cI\u2019ll take care of the horses for you, Mr. Cartwright.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cThank you.\u201d Ben looked up at Joe. \u201cAre you about finished, Son?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Joe stopped nailing a shingle into place, but didn\u2019t look up. \u201cAlmost, Sir.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWell, why don\u2019t you come down, and get cleaned up for dinner.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cUm, I\u2019d rather get this done today.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cYou can finish it tomorrow. Come on down and eat.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI\u2019m not hungry, P..Sir.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Ben frowned slightly while he stared up at Joe. \u201cJoseph, you need to eat. Come down, and go clean up.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Joe sighed, \u201cYes, Sir.\u201d He carefully climbed down the ladder while holding the box with the hammer and nails in it.<\/p>\n<p>Ben came over to the ladder, and reached up. \u201cHere, let me take that for you.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cThank you.\u201d When Joe reached the ground, he took the tools from Ben, and went to the barn to put them away.<\/p>\n<p>Alex looked at Ramsey and motioned towards the house. \u201cLet\u2019s go clean up.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cYes, Father.\u201d Ramsey walked away and into the house.<\/p>\n<p>Ben stayed in the yard, and waited for Joe. When Joe came out of the barn and saw Ben standing there, his heart sank.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cD-did I d-do something w-wrong?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cNo, Little Joe, I just wanted to thank you for all your hard work today.\u201d Ben smiled at his son, and reached out to put his hand on the back of Joe\u2019s neck, in a show of affection.<\/p>\n<p>Unconsciously, Joe stepped away from Ben, avoiding any physical contact. \u201cThank you, Sir.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cIs something wrong, Son?\u201d Ben asked, concerned about Joe\u2019s reaction.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cNo, I, um, I\u2019m going to go get cleaned up.\u201d Joe practically ran to the house, before Ben could question him any further.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cLittle Joe,\u201d Ben called, but he was talking to an empty yard. With a sigh he followed the others into the house.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><strong>Chapter 46<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p>Alex walked into Ramsey\u2019s room without knocking. \u201cI want a word with you.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Ramsey turned and raised his eyebrows. \u201cAnything you want, Father,\u201d he said sarcastically.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cYou will watch your tone with me.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cOh, and what will you do, take a strap to me?\u201d Ramsey walked over to the basin, and poured some water into it. \u201cI\u2019ve done everything you asked. I\u2019ve been the perfect son. I have them all convinced that I\u2019m as perfect as my brothers. What more do you want?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI want you to back off of Joseph. He may be very undesirable, but if you keep on, they\u2019ll start thinking that you\u2019re not so\u00a0<em>perfect<\/em>,\u00a0as you call it.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cYou know, I\u2019ve haven\u2019t been able to figure out why you dislike him so. After all he\u2019s such a do-gooder.\u201d Ramsey looked at his father and noticed the frown. \u201cBesides, he\u2019s so much fun and I need to have some fun on this trip. I still don\u2019t understand why we had to come all the way out to this God-forsaken country.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cYou know why. You\u2019re going to school to further your education. And you know why you\u2019re going to that specific school.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI still don\u2019t see why I have to do that. I\u2019m perfectly happy with the way things are.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWell I\u2019m not. I think it\u2019s about time things change, and I\u2019m going to make sure they do.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cAnd how do you expect to do that?\u201d Ramsey challenged.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI\u2019ll do it the same way I did with your brothers.\u201d Alex growled.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI think it\u2019s a little too late for that,\u00a0<em>Father<\/em>.\u201d<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201c<\/span>It\u2019s never too late.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI don\u2019t know about that. After all, there\u2019s going to be a whole country between us. There\u2019s nothing to stop me from doing what I want, when I want.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cMark my words, Ramsey, there are always ways and I have the money to insure it.\u201d Alex glared at his son before continuing. \u201cYou will behave while we\u2019re here. I don\u2019t want anymore of this nonsense. Stay away from Joseph,\u201d Alex demanded.<\/p>\n<p><em>\u201cYes, Father, I know. I\u2019ll make sure that I stay the\u00a0perfect son.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n<p>\u201cYou make sure you do, Ramsey.\u201d Alex left the room.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cOf course I will, like always,\u201d Ramsey mocked, when the door closed.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><strong>Chapter 47<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p>Joe came down the stairs, stopped on the landing and observed everyone in the great room. As usual, Alex was talking to Ben. Tonight\u2019s conversation was centered on how to run the ranch. Alex had a lot of \u2018suggestions\u2019 on things that would improve it, and how efficient it would be once Ben put them in place.<\/p>\n<p>Ramsey was sitting in the blue chair, while Adam sat on the table in front of Ramsey, and Hoss was sitting on the hearth. Adam and Hoss looked as if they were determined to find something out.<\/p>\n<p><em>I know that look, I\u2019ve been at the receiving end of it often enough. What are they be after?<\/em>\u00a0Joe\u00a0pondered as he continued down the stairs.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cHey, little brother,\u201d greeted Hoss.<\/p>\n<p>Adam looked Joe over before making a comment. \u201cLooks like you got yourself cleaned up. Did you finish the roof?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cNo, but I will tomorrow.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cSee that you do, and that it\u2019s done right.\u201d Adam was once again egging Joe on, trying to get a reaction.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI will,\u201d Joe promised, as he sat down on the settee.<\/p>\n<p>Ben knew when Joe came into the room and watched him out of the corner of his eye, and was only paying partial attention to Alex. Because of that, he was able to hear the conversation between his sons and was surprised at Joe\u2019s reaction to Adam\u2019s barbed comments.\u00a0He didn\u2019t fly off the handle, like he usually does. Maybe he\u2019s starting to grow up.\u00a0He watched as Joe sat staring into the fire, seeming to be a thousand miles away. When Alex paused in his lecture, Ben took the opportunity to address his son.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cLittle Joe.\u201d Joe was so far away, that he didn\u2019t even hear Ben.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cBen, that boy is\u2026\u201d Alex started.<\/p>\n<p>Ben held up his hand to stop Alex. \u201cPlease, Alex, let me handle this, this time. He\u2019s not doing anything wrong.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cJoseph,\u201d he said a bit louder.<\/p>\n<p>Startled, Joe looked up at his father. \u201cYes, Sir?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cAre you\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cDinner ready, come eat before cold,\u201d Hop Sing announced, as he brought the first platter out.<\/p>\n<p>Ben watched as Joe headed for the table, and his opportunity to talk to him was gone.\u00a0I\u2019ll speak with him later.<\/p>\n<p>Hop Sing continued to bring food out. He purposely went around to Joe\u2019s side of the table to set a platter down. When he leaned over, he whispered in Joe\u2019s ear. \u201cI make your favorites, you eat this time.\u201d Joe nodded his head in response.<\/p>\n<p>Adam watched the interaction between Alex and Ramsey, or rather the lack of any interaction, and frowned.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cSo, Ramsey, why are you going all the way to San Francisco for school?\u201d Adam questioned.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cBecause it\u2019s a good school.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cBut all the best schools are in the East. I should know &#8211; I attended one of them.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Ramsey glanced at his father before replying. \u201cSt. Ignatius is just as good as any of them.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Adam\u2019s mouth dropped open in surprise at Ramsey\u2019s statement, and he quickly shut it. \u201cI see,\u201d was all he could say.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cSay, Ramsey, what do ya like ta do for fun?\u201d inquired Hoss.<\/p>\n<p><em>I wonder what Father would say if I told them the truth?<\/em>\u00a0Ramsey thought, before answering Hoss. \u201cOh, a lot of things, I like to ride and spend time with my friends.\u201d He looked at his father before continuing. \u201cI enjoy attending parties. You know, that kind of things.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Adam noticed the slight shudder that ran through Alex\u2019s body, that wouldn\u2019t even been noticed, unless you were watching him.\u00a0<em>Something is rotten in the state of Denmark.<\/em><\/p>\n<p>Hop Sing came out of the kitchen to clear the plates, before he brought out the dessert. When he picked up Joe\u2019s plate and saw that he had hardly touched his food, he went back into the kitchen ranting in Chinese. Joe cringed at Hop Sings words. He was the only one that knew the words were directed at him. When Hop Sing reached the doorway to the kitchen, he turned back to the table. \u201cLi\u2019le Joe come help with dessert.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Joe looked up at Hop Sing in surprise, before excusing himself. When Joe got to the kitchen, Hop Sing continued to give him a verbal lashing.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI ate!\u201d Joe protested.<\/p>\n<p>Out at the table, three heads turned towards kitchen when they heard Joe\u2019s outburst. Adam looked at Hoss and smiled. \u201cLeave it to Hop Sing to get a rise out of him. I\u2019d love to know what he said to Joe.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cSo would I,\u201d agreed Hoss.<\/p>\n<p>Hop Sing shook his head at Joe. \u201cYou move food around on plate, that not eating,\u201d Hop Sing accused as he lowered his voice.<\/p>\n<p>In a louder more annoyed voice he added, \u201cYou take plates to table.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Joe looked at Hop Sing for a minute, ready to defend himself, but then he remembered his vow to himself. One could literally see him deflate and withdraw. He nodded and picked up the plates.<\/p>\n<p>Hop Sing knocked a pan to the floor in frustration. \u201cFoolish boy.\u201d He picked up the apple pie and left the kitchen.<\/p>\n<p>When Joe set the plates on the table next to Ben, his father looked at him. \u201cIs everything alright, Joseph?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cYes, Sir.\u201d Joe returned to his seat.<\/p>\n<p>Ben put a slice of pie on each plate and passed them around the table. Joe passed a plate to Adam. When Hoss handed a plate to him, Joe shook his head. \u201cNo, thank you.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cBut, Little Joe, apple pie is your favorite,\u201d Hoss said.<\/p>\n<p>Joe just shrugged.<\/p>\n<p>Adam watched the interchange, and shook his head in frustration. He looked over at Ramsey, and saw the smug smile on his face. Adam was now all the more determined to get to the bottom of this. Tomorrow he would start looking for answers, and he knew the first place where he\u2019d start.<\/p>\n<p>Shortly after Joe excused himself for the night, Hoss did the same. Adam looked at Hoss, and raised an eyebrow in question. Hoss nodded in response.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><strong>Chapter 48<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p>Joe stripped off his shirt then carefully removed the bandage from his arm. Looking at it in the mirror, Joe sighed. \u201cWell, it doesn\u2019t look too bad.\u201d There was dried blood where some of the stitches had been pulled. With a shake of his head, Joe proceeded to clean it out and put a fresh bandage on.<\/p>\n<p>He had just changed into his nightshirt when there was a knock on his door.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cCome in,\u201d Joe called.<\/p>\n<p>Hoss entered the room and closed the door behind him. \u201cYa okay, Little Joe?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cYeah, I\u2019m fine.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cYa sure? Ya seem awful quiet of late.\u201d He saw how tense Joe looked. \u201cMind ya, I\u2019m not complainin\u2019 one bit,\u201d he joked, hoping to put Joe at ease.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI\u2019m fine, Hoss.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Hoss walked over, sat down on Joe\u2019s bed and studied his brother. Joe started to squirm under the intense blue gaze.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI know better, little brother. Ya being quiet is either a sign that somethin\u2019s wrong, or you\u2019re up ta somethin\u2019. Now, which is it?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Joe just shrugged.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cJoseph?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Joe withdrew into himself even more when he heard Hoss use his full name. \u201cDon\u2019t ya start that too,\u201d he pleaded.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI ain\u2019t startin\u2019 nothin\u2019. I just wanna know what\u2019s goin\u2019 on.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cThere ain\u2019t nothin\u2019 goin\u2019 on.\u201d Joe looked away from his brother. \u201cOther than tryin\u2019 ta be the perfect son that Pa wants.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWhat\u2019s this about Pa wantin\u2019 a perfect son?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Joe hadn\u2019t even realized that he had spoken out loud. \u201cI didn\u2019t say nothin\u2019, Hoss.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cYeah, ya did. If ya think Pa wants somethin\u2019 other than what ya are, than you\u2019re mistakin\u2019. Pa loves all of us just the way we are. To \u2018im we\u2019re already perfect, no matter how much trouble any of us get inta. He loves ya, Little Joe, so much that I don\u2019t know what would happen to \u2018im if he ever lost ya.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cIf ya say so.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI say so.\u201d Hoss was now getting angry. \u201cLittle Joe, just talk ta me. Why do ya think Pa wants ya to be perfect?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cJust forget it.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI ain\u2019t forgettin\u2019 it.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Joe shook his head and turned away. He walked over to his window and looked into the darkness beyond the glass.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cCome on, Little Joe, tell me.\u201d Hoss waited for Joe to open up, but when he didn\u2019t even turn around, Hoss shook his head sadly. \u201cYa are most mulish person I know.\u201d Hoss waited, and when Joe didn\u2019t turn around, he left the room.<\/p>\n<p>_ _ _ _<\/p>\n<p>Hoss went directly to Adam\u2019s room after he left Joe\u2019s. He knocked softly and went in.<\/p>\n<p>Adam was lying on his bed, and when Hoss entered, he looked up. \u201cWell, how did it go?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cNot good. He wouldn\u2019t talk. He always talks ta me, Adam.\u201d Hoss\u2019 eyes shimmered with the sadness he felt for his younger brother. \u201cHe did say somethin\u2019 that bothers me.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cOh, and what was that?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Hoss sat down in the chair by Adam\u2019s desk. He looked down at his hands for a moment before continuing. \u201cHe said he was tryin\u2019 ta be the perfect son that Pa wants.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cHe said what?!\u201d Adam exclaimed.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cHe said he wants\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI heard you, Hoss. Where would he get an idea like that?\u201d Adam got up from the bed and started to pace the room. \u201cWhat else did he say?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cNothin\u2019. I think he let that slip. When I asked \u2018im about it, he looked like he didn\u2019t realize he even said it out loud. I just don\u2019t get where he\u2019d get a fool idea like that. I tried ta tell \u2018im that Pa loves \u2018im just the way he is, but I don\u2019t think he believed me.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cHe said he wants to be the perfect son?\u201d Adam asked again.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cYeah, that\u2019s what he said.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cYou know, I think it\u2019s tied into all this trouble and what happened last night. Ever since the Stroud\u2019s got here, it\u2019s been nothing but trouble for Little Joe.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cBut still, how could he believe Pa don\u2019t love \u2018im?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Adam sat down on his bed and looked at his brother. \u201cThink about it, Hoss. Put yourself in Little Joe\u2019s shoes. With the way Pa\u2019s been acting towards him, the things that have been done, and said, how could he not feel as he does. Wouldn\u2019t you? I know I would.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Adam stood again and resumed his pacing. The more he thought about the past week, the more his anger grew. \u201cYou know Hoss, I\u2019m really getting fed up with this. It\u2019s gone to far. In my opinion, Little Joe hasn\u2019t deserved anything that\u2019s happened.\u201d Adam stopped his pacing and looked at Hoss. \u201cThis has to stop and stop now, before we lose out little brother.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI reckon you\u2019re right. But what can we do?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI\u2019m not sure, Hoss, but I\u2019m going to town tomorrow and check into a few things. I have some suspicions about the Strouds, and I want to see if I\u2019m right.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><strong>Chapter 49<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p>At the end of the night Ben headed upstairs. He was headed for his room when he saw a light shining from under Joe\u2019s door. He knocked softly. When there wasn\u2019t any reply, he slowly opened the door. The lamp in the room was turned down low, bathing the room in a soft golden glow.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cLittle Joe?\u201d When there still wasn\u2019t an answer, Ben walked over to the bed. Joe was lying on his side, facing away from the door. By his slow, even breathing, Ben realized he was asleep. He laid a hand on Joe\u2019s head, feeling the soft curls underneath.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cGood night, Little Joe.\u201d Ben extinguished the lamp, and quietly left the room, closing the door softly behind him so he wouldn\u2019t wake his son.<\/p>\n<p>After Ben was gone, and his footsteps faded as he went down the hall, Joe opened his eyes and rolled over. \u201cGood night,\u201d he whispered.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><strong>Chapter 50<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p>The next morning when Joe came down to breakfast, he stopped next to the table and addressed Ben. \u201cDo you mind if I go straight out an\u2019 start on the roof?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Ben set his coffee cup down and looked at Joe. \u201cI would prefer you to eat breakfast first.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI\u2019m not very hungry. May I please go an\u2019 start on the roof?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI would like you to sit down and have breakfast with us. The roof can wait awhile.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Joe lowered his eyes. \u201cYes, Sir.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Adam waited until Joe took his seat next to him, then handed him the coffee pot. Adam cleared his throat before speaking. \u201cPa, if you don\u2019t mind, I need to go into town this morning. I have a few things that need to take care of.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cThat\u2019s fine, Adam. Hoss, what do you have planned?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI figured to go out and see how the boys are fairing down in the south pasture.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Ben nodded his head in agreement. \u201cAlex, if you like, you can ride out with me. Ramsey, since the boys are busy this morning, you can do whatever you want.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cThat sounds just perfect, Mr. Cartwright,\u201d agreed Ramsey.<\/p>\n<p>_ _ _ _<\/p>\n<p>Ramsey excused himself from the table, saying that he wanted to for a ride.<\/p>\n<p>Adam and Hoss finished their breakfast. When they got up from the table, Joe laid his napkin on his plate and followed them out. They walked out into the yard just as Ramsey was mounting up\u2026 on Cochise. Adam and Hoss looked at Joe, waiting for the inevitable explosion. Both were taken aback when none came.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cRamsey, get off that horse,\u201d Adam barked.<\/p>\n<p>Ramsey ignored him, and turned Cochise away from them.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cYou get off that there horse, before I throw you off!\u201d Hoss shouted.<\/p>\n<p>This was also ignored and Ramsey rode off laughing.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cDon\u2019t worry about it,\u201d Joe told his brothers.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cLittle Joe, are you just going to let him ride off on Cochise?\u201d Adam asked.<\/p>\n<p>Joe shrugged and started for the barn. Hoss grabbed his right arm and pulled him around.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cDon\u2019t ya care that he has Cochise? Ya ain\u2019t gonna do anythin\u2019 about it?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cNo, he was told he could do whatever he wants. He wanted to ride Cochise, what can I do?\u201d Joe said as he walked away.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cAdam?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWhat can we do? Apparently he doesn\u2019t care.\u201d Adam looked down the road where Ramsey had disappeared. \u201cI\u2019m going to town.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><strong>Chapter 51<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p>Adam rode into Virginia City and straight over to the telegraph office.\u00a0 \u201cGood morning, Rudy.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cMornin\u2019 Adam. What brings you to town so early?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI need to send two telegrams.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cSure thing.\u201d Rudy handed him two pieces of paper and a pencil. \u201cHere you go. Just let me know when you\u2019re ready.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Adam thought about how he wanted to word the telegrams in order to find out what he wanted. Once he was finished, Adam reread them, and was satisfied that they were to the point and would produce the answers that he was hoping for.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cHere you go, Rudy.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI\u2019ll get these sent out right away. When I get an answer, do you want them brought out to the Ponderosa?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cNo. Hold on to any replies. I\u2019ll be in town in tomorrow to check. Whatever you do,\u00a0do not\u00a0bring them out to the ranch, or give them to anyone else but me.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWill do, Adam.\u201d Rudy went over to the table, and started sending the first telegram.<\/p>\n<p>Before Adam could get on Sport and leave town, Roy approached him. \u201cHow ya doin\u2019, Adam?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI\u2019m good, Roy. How are you?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cDoin\u2019 good, especially that it\u2019s been quiet around here. Haven\u2019t had any excitement since that ruckus Little Joe was involved in.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cYeah, that. How much were the damages? I\u2019ll cover them.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cLittle Joe said he\u2019d take care of \u2018em, being he felt responsible.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI\u2019m sure he did. I\u2019m surprised though. He usually leaves it to Pa to clean up his mess.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cYou got it all wrong, Adam. It weren\u2019t his mess.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWhat do you mean? He started the fight.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cNo, it was that Eastern fella he had with him.\u201d When Adam\u2019s brow wrinkled in confusion, Roy gestured down the street. \u201cCome on down to the jail an\u2019 I\u2019ll tell you all about it.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Adam and Roy went down to the jail, and after Roy poured two cups of coffee, he told Adam everything that happened in the Bucket of Blood.<\/p>\n<p>After talking to Roy, Adam was able to piece more of the picture together and things started to finally make sense. If he thought he was angry before, it was nothing compared to what he was feeling now. \u201cIf those telegrams provide the answers I think they will, Pa won\u2019t be the only one who hears them.\u201d He headed out to the south pasture to fill Hoss in on what he had found out.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><strong>Chapter 52<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p>Joe was almost finished with the house roof, when he became careless. Not watching where he was placing his foot as he moved across the roof, he hit a loose shingle and slipped. He barely had time to catch hold of an exposed beam with his left hand and stop his momentum. Joe recovered his balance and sat down taking a shaky breath. He looked down at the drop from where he was sitting under his window. He rubbed at his arm, and when he pulled his hand away when he felt something warm and sticky\u2026 it was blood.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cGreat, just great.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Ignoring the pain in his arm, Joe went back to work and finished the last part of the roof.\u00a0 He had just put everything away and was almost to the house when Hoss and Adam rode into the yard.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cHey ,Little Joe\u2026\u201d Hoss called in greeting.<\/p>\n<p>Joe looked over his shoulder, gave a wave, hurried into the house and up to his room.<\/p>\n<p>Joe sat down on his bed. He hurt all over and was exhausted. All he wanted to do was lay down and sleep for a week. Joe brought his hands up and started to rub his face. \u201cOw!\u201d he yelped He had forgotten about the cut above his eye.<\/p>\n<p>He got up and went over to his basin, and poured some water into it. He took off his shirt, and looked at the bloody bandage on his arm. Dr. Martin\u2019s words come back to him once again.<\/p>\n<p>\u201c<em>Now you listen to me and take heed of my words. You are to take it easy with that arm.\u00a0 You are NOT to do any heavy lifting or anything that will put any type of strain on it. I want you to keep it clean and put fresh bandages on it at least once a day, more if needed.\u00a0 Understood?\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n<p>Once Joe had the bandage off, he looked at the torn, bleeding, red edges of the wound. \u201cWell, I guess doing the roofs could be called strenuous.\u201d Joe stopped and a small smile graced his face. \u201cSo could hitting Ramsey, but it sure was worth it.\u201d<\/p>\n<p><em>\u201cAlright, I won\u2019t tell him, but you will.\u201d\u00a0<\/em>\u00a0Joe shook his head. \u201cSorry, Doc, but I can\u2019t tell him. I just can\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Joe took a towel and washed the blood off his arm, and cleaned it out as best as he could. \u201cNothing I can do about it. I can\u2019t go see Doc, he\u2019ll tell Pa for sure this time. It\u2019ll heal\u2026 sooner or later.\u201d Joe put a clean bandage on it and changed into clean clothes. He was ready for dinner.<\/p>\n<p>_ _ _ _<\/p>\n<p>Dinner that evening was pretty much a repeat of the night before. Joe was moving slowly, he was just too overwhelmed to care about anything else. Adam watched him throughout dinner. He could tell something was wrong with Joe, other than the events of the last few days, but he just couldn\u2019t figure out what.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWhat\u2019s wrong with him?\u201d he mouthed to Hoss, once he caught his eye.<\/p>\n<p>Hoss shrugged his shoulders. \u201cTired?\u201d he mouthed back.<\/p>\n<p>Once again, after dinner was over, Joe excused himself, saying he was tired.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cYou must be, after all the work you put in on the roofs the past two days,\u201d Ben remarked. \u201cGood night, Joseph.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cGood night. Night everyone.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>_ _ _ _<\/p>\n<p>Joe was changing into his nightshirt when there was a knock on the door, and the door knob rattled when someone tried to open it.<\/p>\n<p>Adam stood on the other side of the door, surprised when he found the door locked. He knocked again and called out. \u201cLittle Joe, may I come in?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cNot tonight, Adam. I\u2019m tired.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI\u2019m not going away until I can come in and talk to you. If I have to bang on this door all night I will. But I don\u2019t think you\u2019ll like that, since I\u2019m sure it\u2019ll bring everyone else up here to see what\u2019s going on.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>On the other side, Joe rolled his eyes before unlocking the door, and walking away. Adam opened the door, and walked in. He watched his brother as Joe turned down the bedding, preparing to go to bed.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWhat do you want, Adam?\u201d Joe asked without turning around.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI want to talk to you. Can\u2019t a brother talk to his own brother, anymore?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cSince when do you come in here just to talk? You want to know something, now what is it?\u201d Joe asked, completely irritated at Adam.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI want to know what\u2019s going on.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cNothin\u2019s goin\u2019 on.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWhy don\u2019t I believe that?\u201d Adam continued to push.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI don\u2019t know. You\u2019re the one with all the book learning, ya figure it out.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cCome on Little Joe, talk to me. You always use to come to me when something was wrong.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWell, things change,\u201d declared Joe.<\/p>\n<p>Adam was getting annoyed at how Joe was avoiding the subject.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI know something\u2019s wrong. After all, you told Hoss that Pa wanted you to be a perfect son.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cNothin\u2019s wrong, and Hoss misunderstood what I said.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI don\u2019t think there was any misunderstanding. Look, Little Joe, I\u2019m concerned about you. You haven\u2019t been acting like yourself. Heck, you haven\u2019t tried to pick a fight with me in days.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWould ya just leave it alone, I said everything is fine.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cLittle Joe\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cJust leave it alone, Adam. I don\u2019t have anythin\u2019 ta say. I\u2019m tired an\u2019 I want ta go ta bed.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI\u2019ll let it be for tonight, but I\u2019m not letting it go.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cGood night Adam,\u201d Joe said as he walked to the door, and opened it.<\/p>\n<p>Adam nodded his head, and left the room.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><strong>Chapter 53<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">The next morning at breakfast, the daily jobs were discussed and assignments were given out.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cJoseph, I would like you to go check the fences over by the Montgomery place. Matt was telling me the other day that a few of them looked like they could use some work. Check it out, and let me know,\u201d Ben informed Joe.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cYes, Sir.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cYou should be done before lunch, so come on back,\u201d Ben added.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cYes, Sir.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Once breakfast was finished, Joe went out and saddled Cochise and headed out to do his assigned job. He was grateful for having an easy, quiet day.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Adam and Hoss watched Joe ride off when they headed for the barn.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cSo, did he talk ta ya?\u201d asked Hoss.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cNope, he wouldn\u2019t say a word except to say everything was fine and to tell me to leave.\u201d They walked their horses out of the barn before Adam continued. \u201cWould you mind going out on your own today? I want to see if there are any answers to the telegraphs I sent.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cNo, I don\u2019t mind at all, especially if it\u2019s somethin\u2019 that could help Little Joe.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI\u2019ll see you at lunch then.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">They mounted up and rode out.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">_ _ _ _<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Just like the day before, Adam rode up to the telegraph office. Rudy saw him coming and pulled two envelopes out of the slot behind him.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cYou have two telegrams here, Adam.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Adam took them from Rudy and opened them. As he read a frown appeared on his face.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cBad news?\u201d Rudy asked.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Adam looked up at him. \u201cI\u2019m not sure, but I think it might actually be good news.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><strong>Chapter 54<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Adam was already home when Joe and Hoss arrived. The two younger Cartwrights took care of their horses, and went inside for lunch.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cHow\u2019d ya beat me home, Adam?\u201d Hoss called good naturedly as he came through the door.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cEasy, I work faster than you do,\u201d quipped Adam.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Hoss glared at his brother, while he rolled up his gun belt. \u201cVery funny. I guess I just let ya have the easy job this mornin\u2019,\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe silently hung his hat behind the door, and rolled up his gun belt and set it next to the others on the credenza.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Ben came around the corner form his study. \u201cWhy don\u2019t you boys go get cleaned up for lunch.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cSure thing, Pa,\u201d Hoss said as he headed for the stairs. \u201cCome on, Little Joe.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe followed Hoss up the stairs and to his room, not saying a word.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">_ _ _ _<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cJoseph, what did you find out about the fences?\u201d Ben inquired as he ate lunch.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe kept his eyes down as he answered. \u201cThey\u2019re not too bad. There\u2019s some spots that need fixin\u2019. Shouldn\u2019t take more\u2019n a day.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cTomorrow, you and Hoss can go and take care of the repairs.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe nodded and went back to his lunch.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">_ _ _ _<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Once lunch was finished, Hoss and Joe started to leave when Adam\u2019s voice stopped them. \u201cI have something that I would like to discuss with everyone.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Ben looked at his son. \u201cIs something wrong Adam?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cIt all depends on how you look at it, Pa.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Hoss started to walk back to the great room, but stopped when he noticed Joe still standing next to the door. Hoss put his hand on Joe\u2019s back and gave him a gentle push.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cIf you\u2019ll excuse us, Ben, we\u2019ll leave you to your family discussion.\u201d Alex said, and turned to leave the room.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cMr. Stroud, this actually concerns both you and Ramsey,\u201d indicated Adam.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Ben sat in his red, leather chair. \u201cAlright, Adam, you have our attention.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Adam stood in front of the fireplace, facing the Strouds. \u201cI\u2019ve been bothered about a few things, lately. Yesterday, I sent a couple telegrams looking for answers.\u201d Adam looked at Ben. \u201cMy answers came this morning.\u201d Adam pulled the telegrams out of his pocket.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cBefore I read these, Pa, I wanted to tell you what Roy told me yesterday.\u201d Ben nodded at Adam to continue. \u201cRoy told me that the fight the other day was\u00a0<em>not<\/em>\u00a0Little Joe\u2019s fault. He said that Sam told him, Ramsey was in the Bucket of Blood long before Joe showed up. He also said that Ramsey was the one who started the fight, Little Joe actually tried to stop it.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Ben looked at Joe who was standing next to Hoss, by the blue chair. \u201cIs this true, Joseph?\u201d Joe just shrugged and lowered his head.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cWhat\u2019s the meaning of this?!\u201d demanded Alex as he jumped to his feet.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI\u2019m sure the meaning is quite clear, Mr. Stroud. If not, then I\u2019m sure the telegrams I have will make it all crystal clear.\u201d Adam pulled the first one out of the envelope and read it out loud.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cTo Adam Cartwright STOP<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">From St. Ignatius College STOP<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Ramsey Stroud on probationary status STOP<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Expelled from previous schools STOP<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">None other would accept him in the East STOP<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Discipline problems STOP<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Low academic achievement STOP<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Dean Anthony Maraschi STOP\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Adam handed the first telegram to Ben, then looked at Alex, and saw the man pale. Ramsey, on the other hand just sat there with a smirk on his face.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cThe other one I have is from Harold Vickers was a long time friend and a very influential judge in New York.\u201d He opened the next one and read that out loud.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cTo Adam Cartwright STOP<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">From Harold Vickers STOP<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Ramsey Stroud arrested frequently STOP<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Drinking fighting stealing STOP<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Never convicted due to father STOP<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Harold STOP\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Adam also handed this one to Ben. Ben sat there re-reading both telegrams. He looked up at Alex. Ben\u2019s eyes were dark with anger.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cAre these true, Alex?\u201d he demanded.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cYes.\u201d It was now Alex\u2019s turn to hang his head in shame.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Ben slammed the telegrams down on the table and stood up. \u201cYou can\u2019t even control your son, and you tell me how to raise mine?\u201d Ben stared at Alex, his anger growing by the second, not just at Alex, but also at himself, when he realized what he had put Joe through.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cWhy?\u201d Ben asked.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cYou have to understand, Ben. I\u2019ve never had any problems with my other two boys, or you for that matter. But Ramsey, I guess when Helena died, I just let go, I allowed him to run wild, to do things I normally would never allow. He went bad.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cNow, Father, don\u2019t be overly dramatic,\u201d sneered Ramsey.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0Alex turned to his son. \u201cShut up, Ramsey.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cYeah, or what?\u201d Ramsey asked in total defiance.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Ignoring his son, Alex turned his attention back to Ben. \u201cI don\u2019t know what to do with him anymore. When I came here and saw that Joseph was exhibiting some of the same behaviors, and you weren\u2019t doing anything about it, I knew I had to step in, and take control. I didn\u2019t want him to turn out to be like Ramsey.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cTake control? The same behavior? My son is\u00a0<em>nothing<\/em>\u00a0like yours. All the trouble he\u2019s been in, is apparently due to your son!\u201d Ben turned away from Alex and stared into the fire for a moment before facing Joe. \u201cI\u2019ve done nothing but hurt my son. I can only pray that he\u2019ll find it in his heart to forgive me.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe continued looking at the floor. A multitude of emotions were running through him.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Ben turned back to Alex. \u201cI want you and your son out of my house in an hour!\u201d Ben bellowed.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI understand, Ben,\u201d Alex said as he stood up, grabbed Ramsey\u2019s arm and pulled him up.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cNo, I don\u2019t think you do, Alex. Hoss will have the buggy ready for you. Leave it at the livery.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">When the Strouds had left the room, Ben looked at Joe.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cLittle Joe,\u201d he pleaded.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Without even looking up Joe walked out of the house, slamming the door behind him.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Ben sat down in his chair, and with his elbows resting on his knees, he put his face in his hands. \u201cOh, God, what have I done?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><strong>Chapter 55<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Ben started towards the door, and the son he desperately needed to talk to.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cWait, Pa.\u201d Adam put up his hand to stop Ben.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cWhat is it, Adam?\u201d Ben looked anxiously at the door.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cLet me talk to him first,\u201d Adam implored.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cAdam, I need to straighten this out with him.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cPa, you know Joe. He\u2019s angry; however I don\u2019t think that\u2019s not even close to what Joe\u2019s feeling right now. Give him time to cool off, or I\u2019m afraid he\u2019ll say something you\u2019ll both regret,\u201d explained Adam.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cAlright, Adam, but let him know\u2026\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI will, Pa,\u201d Adam said, interrupting his father.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">When Adam walked past Hoss he paused, and whispered: \u201cKeep him here. Whatever you do, don\u2019t let him come outside. I have a feeling this is going to get ugly.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI will,\u201d promised Hoss.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">When Adam walked out the door, he saw Hank coming out of the barn. \u201cHank, hitch up the buckboard, please. The Strouds are leaving.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cSure thing, Adam,\u201d Hank called out, and disappeared around the corner of the barn.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Adam came around the corner of the porch, and was surprised to see Joe standing on the front porch. His fists were clenched, his jaw jutting out, his nose was flaring, and he was breathing hard, like he\u2019d been running a long distance. His whole body was ridged.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cLittle Joe?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cLeave me alone, Adam\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI can\u2019t do that this time.\u201d Adam walked over and stood next to Joe, careful not to touch him, instinctively knowing that any contact wouldn\u2019t be welcomed.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cLittle Joe, Pa is really sorry about all this.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cHe\u2019s sorry! I think it\u2019s a little late for that,\u201d Joe barked.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cYou know Pa loves you. He thought what he was doing was in your best interest. Stroud, for some reason, had a huge influence over him.\u201d Adam watched Joe while he spoke. \u201cHe\u2019s hurting, Little Joe.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cHE\u2019S HURTIN\u2019! What the devil do ya think I\u2019ve been doing for the last week?\u201d Joe yelled, and his voice continued to rise. \u201cI\u2019ve been accused all week of doin\u2019 things I didn\u2019t do. I\u2019ve been called a liar. And worse of all, I got a tannin\u2019 for defending Mama!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cDefending Marie? Why?\u201d Adam asked. He was surprised by this revelation.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cBecause, that\u2026 that\u2026 He went to her, and said she was\u2026 she was\u2026\u201d Joe choked on a sob, unable to voice the things that were said.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cHe said she was what?\u201d Adam asked gently. He could feel his temper rising. He knew what Joe was going to say. It wasn\u2019t anything he hadn\u2019t heard before.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe\u2019s back became so straight, that it looked like a steel rod had been shoved down his spine. \u201cHe\u2026He called her a\u2026 a filthy, Creole whore!\u201d Joe roared. Joe glared at the barn, remembering the incident at Marie\u2019s grave, and everything that followed.\u00a0 All of a sudden, his resolve broke. \u201cWhy Adam? Why did this all happen?\u201d Joe\u2019s legs could no longer hold him up, and he sank down onto the porch. He pulled his knees up to his chest, wrapped his arms around them, and dropped his head down on them. All the anger was gone, only to be replaced by overwhelming pain. Adam looked away for a minute, unable to bear seeing his brother hurting so much. Finally Adam sat down next to him and put his arm around Joe\u2019s shoulders, offering what comfort he could.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">_ _ _ _<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Inside the house, Ben paced the floor. When he heard Joe yelling, he stopped dead in his tracks. When Joe told Adam, not so quietly, what was said about Marie. All the color drained from Ben\u2019s face.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cHe\u2019s never going to forgive me, Hoss. I can\u2019t say that I blame him, not after what I\u2019ve done to him. All because I felt intimidated by Alex.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Hoss stood there in no-man\u2019s land. He had promised Adam to stay there and keep their father in the house, but his heart wanted to go outside and be with his little brother. He could hear beyond the anger, to the devastating hurt Joe was feeling. Another part of him wanted to go upstairs and rip the Strouds apart, piece by piece.\u00a0 Instead, Hoss stood where he was and watched his father. At this moment in time, he couldn\u2019t find it in himself to go to Ben, or to even offer any words of comfort.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">_ _ _ _<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI can\u2019t stay here, Adam,\u201d Joe said so quietly Adam almost didn\u2019t hear him. But he did.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cLittle Joe, you can\u2019t leave, not yet.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cWhy? Why should I stay here? Why stay somewhere, where my own father turns on me, just because of someone from his past doesn\u2019t like me?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cYou\u2019re upset right now. You\u2019re not thinking straight. Besides, where would you go?\u201d Adam said trying to reason with Joe.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI don\u2019t know. Anywhere, but here.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cLook, give it a few days or so before you make a decision you\u2019ll regret,\u201d Adam pleaded.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe sat there staring out in space for awhile before answering. \u201cAlright. But I\u2019m doing it for you, and Hoss. I ain\u2019t makin\u2019 any promises.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cThat\u2019s all I ask, Little Joe.\u201d Adam kept his arm around Joe\u2019s shoulder, and to his surprise, Joe leaned into him, seeking comfort from his oldest brother, as he had done when he had been a child after his mother had died. Back then, Joe felt like his world had been ripped to shreds. Now, almost twelve years later, it was happening again.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><strong>Chapter 56<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">In less then an hour, the Strouds came down the stairs with their luggage. Neither Ben nor Hoss offered to help. They did follow the Strouds out the door, making sure they left the Ponderosa.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">When Joe heard the door open, he pulled away from Adam, wiped the tears from his face, and stood up. He remained standing on the porch with his brother and didn\u2019t look at any of the men who came out of the house.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">As if on queue, Hank came around the corner of the barn with the buckboard. \u201cDo you want me to drive them to town, Mr. Cartwright?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cNo, Hank, they can make do on their own. I\u2019m sure you have better things to do than that,\u201d Ben remarked with utter disdain in his voice.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cYes, Sir\u201d Hank acknowledged and left the yard.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">After Alex had put his and Ramsey\u2019s luggage in the buckboard, he turned to Ben and opened his mouth to say something, but the frigid look on Ben\u2019s face stopped him cold.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cLet\u2019s go, Ramsey.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Ramsey stood where he was, glaring at Joe.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cNow, Ramsey.\u201d Alex grabbed his son\u2019s arm, and started to pull him around, but Ramsey jerked away from him, and took two steps forward.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cThis is all your fault!\u201d he screamed at Joe. \u201cNone of this would have happened if you would have kept you mouth shut!\u201d Ramsey looked back at his father, before continuing to rant at Joe. Ramsey would never admit that he was at fault for anything, and Joe hadn\u2019t done anything to cause their abrupt exit from the Ponderosa. Everything was always someone else\u2019s fault as far as Ramsey was concerned. \u201cYou did this. All of it.\u201d Ramsey was panting now, his fury getting the better of him. \u201cWhy didn\u2019t you leave it alone? Why couldn\u2019t you just let me do what I wanted?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe shook his head, and turned to Adam. \u201cI\u2019m going for a ride, Adam. I\u2019m not putting up with this.\u201d Joe motioned referring to Ramsey.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cWant some company?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cNo, I think I\u2019ll go\u2026 I just want to be alone.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cOkay,\u201d Adam said and he nodded his head.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe stepped off the porch, and started across the yard. Ramsey took a run at Joe, and tackled him to the ground. Joe was taken by surprise, and didn\u2019t react in time. Joe had his breath knocked out of him, giving Ramsey the advantage. Ramsey was able to get in a couple of solid punches before Joe recovered and threw Ramsey off of him. Joe was immediately on his feet, as was Ramsey, and the two men squared off.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">When Ramsey first attacked Joe, Ben started forward, but Hoss grabbed him.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cLet \u2018em be, Pa. Ramsey deserves what he\u2019s gonna get.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cBut, Hoss, what if\u2026\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cDon\u2019t ya worry none, Pa. Little Joe knows when ta stop.\u201d Hoss also kept telling himself the same thing, but he was ready to step in if needed.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">When Adam saw Ramsey tackle Joe, he started forward to help his brother, but stopped when he saw Joe get up. Alex had stepped forward, and in a few strides, Adam was there and grabbed his arm.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI wouldn\u2019t do that, if I were you. Unless you want to get what your son is getting,\u201d Adam insinuated.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cYou wouldn\u2019t dare,\u201d huffed Alex.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Adam smiled at him, a smile so cold it could have frozen Lake Tahoe to its deepest depths. \u201cTry me,\u201d Adam challenged.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Just one look at Adam made Alex backed down.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Adam turned back in time to see a left hook connect with Ramsey\u2019s jaw, which spun him around and dropped him to the ground. Joe stood over him, breathing hard.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI\u2019d stay down, if I were you,\u201d he growled, his eyes shining with rage.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Looking at the two men, it was easy to tell who was getting the worse of it. Even though Joe was seventeen, and Ramsey had size on his side, Joe had already been educated in the finer points of fighting. He was experienced at fighting, everything from school yard fights to bar room brawls. He\u2019d even taken on his brothers, but always came out of those worse for wear. This time Joe had the advantage; adrenaline was rushing through his veins, and he used this opportunity to take all his anger and rage out on someone.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Ramsey, on the other hand, had been raised in polite society, where there were no bar room brawls. He had been in street fights, but it was always with the gang of delinquents he ran around with. They always had the advantage of outnumbering their victims, and Ramsey usually let the others do all the work. Ramsey had never had to fight one on one.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Not using the brains that God had given him, Ramsey staggered to his feet, and threw a punch at Joe, which he easily dodged, and came back with one of his own and more. A fist to the face and two to the stomach had Ramsey staggering back. Joe caught him by the front of his shirt, pulled back his arm and plowed his fist into Ramsey\u2019s face, hearing a sickening crunch, there was no doubt his nose was broken. Ramsey fell to the ground in a daze. Joe grabbed Ramsey and pulled him to his feet. A punch to his stomach had Ramsey falling forward into Joe.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe felt a tugging at his hip, and when Ramsey stepped back he had Joe\u2019s gun. Ramsey pointed it at Joe and cocked the hammer.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><strong>Chapter 57<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe found himself looking down the barrel of his own gun. Everyone else was frozen in place, knowing that Joe\u2019s gun had a hair trigger, and they didn\u2019t want to startled Ramsey and have the gun go off by accident.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cYou don\u2019t have the guts to do it,\u201d Joe taunted, knowing that above all else, Ramsey was a coward.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Ramsey looked at Joe, and without a second thought pulled the trigger.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe took a couple steps back due to the impact, and felt a burning pain in his side. His hand automatically went to his side and he felt something warm and sticky seep between his fingers. He pulled his hand away and stared at the blood in disbelief.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Adam rushed Ramsey, knocking him to the ground and sending the gun flying across the yard. Adam grabbed the front of his shirt, and hauled him to his feet, and with one well placed punch, knocked him out cold.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Ben and Hoss snapped out of their trance when they saw Joe fall to his knees. Hoss got to Joe first, and was on the ground next to him as Joe collapsed completely. Hoss caught him and gently lowered him the rest of the way to the ground. Hoss pushed down on the wound with his hands trying to control the bleeding. Joe moaned and tried to pull away from him.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cYou\u2019re goin\u2019 ta be okay, Little Joe, but you need to hold still.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cHoss?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cShh, don\u2019t talk. Save your strength, Punkin.\u201d Hoss turned to Adam.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cAdam, get some towels,\u201d ordered Hoss, and watched Adam run to the house.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cJoseph, I\u2019m here, Son,\u201d Ben assured him as he knelt down beside Joe.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe looked up at Ben. \u201cGo away,\u201d he said and turned his gaze back to Hoss.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cHe shot me,\u201d Joe said stating the obvious.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cHe sure did,\u201d Hoss confirmed.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI\u2026I didn\u2019t think he would. D-didn\u2019t think h-he had it in \u2018em.\u201d Joe moaned.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cHoss, let me have him,\u201d insisted Ben.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">When Hoss started to pull back to give his father room, Joe grabbed his vest. \u201cNo!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI\u2019m just gonna let Pa in here.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cNo, keep \u2018em away from me,\u201d urged Joe.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">When Ben started to take Joe from Hoss, Joe started to struggle against his father.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cTake it easy, Little Joe, you\u2019re going to hurt yourself more,\u201d Ben said, trying to calm his son.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cGet away! Hoss, Adam!\u201d Joe cried out both in anger and pain.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Adam appeared at Joe\u2019s side and handed the towels to Hoss. \u201cI\u2019m here, Little Joe,\u201d Adam assured his brother as he took hold of his hand.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe still fought against Ben\u2019s hold. \u201cAdam please, get him away.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cPa, please, let me back there. I need to get the bleedin\u2019 ta stop. He needs ta calm down, and this ain\u2019t helpin\u2019 him none,\u201d Hoss beseeched his father.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Ben pulled back and allowed Hoss to take his place. Hoss quickly placed a towel over the wound and pressed down.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cStop\u2026Please Hoss\u2026Hurts,\u201d Joe pleaded, trying to pull Hoss\u2019 hand away.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI know, but we have ta stop the bleedin\u2019.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Ben stepped back to give his older sons room to help their brother, Alex approached him. \u201cBen, I can help. Please, let me see what can be done.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cHoss how bad is it?\u201d Ben asked.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cBad enough, but we can wait for Doc Martin,\u201d Hoss said, knowing what his father was asking.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Ben glared at Alex, he wasn\u2019t going to trust him anywhere near his son, not with all the damage he\u2019s already done. \u201cYou will not touch my son. You\u2019ve already done enough damage.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cBen, I can help him.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cGet off the Ponderosa. If I ever see you on my land\u00a0<strong>I\u2019ll be the one doing the shooting!\u201d<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Ben turned his back on Alex, and watched his sons tend to Joe. Alex placed a hand on Ben\u2019s shoulder. \u201cBen, please.\u201d For everything else that Alex was, he was still a doctor first and foremost.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">When Ben felt the hand on his shoulder, he swung around, pulled back his fist, and planted it in Alex\u2019s face, knocking Alex to the ground.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cTake that excuse of a son, and get off my land!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Alex wiped the blood off his mouth and got to his feet. \u201cBen, I\u2019m so\u2026\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cNOW!\u201d Ben turned away, unwilling to waste another second on someone he was starting to believe was the devil incarnate.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Alex walked over to Ramsey and pulled him off the ground, where he was laying moaning. He was able to get Ramsey in the buckboard and they headed for town.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cAdam, ride to town and get Dr. Martin. Hoss and I can take care of Little Joe,\u201d Ben instructed.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Adam started to release Joe\u2019s hand only to have Joe tighten his grip. \u201cDon\u2019t leave me. Please, Adam,\u201d Joe pleaded.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Adam looked from Ben to Joe and back again.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cPlease, Adam,\u201d Joe begged.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cPa, I think it would be better for you to go. He needs to stay calm, and right now that isn\u2019t happening.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cAdam, I can\u2019t leave him.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cPa, to put it bluntly, he doesn\u2019t want you near him,\u201d Adam pointed out. \u201cI\u2019m sorry, Pa,\u201d he added when he saw the devastated look on Ben\u2019s face. \u201cHe needs Dr. Martin, and there\u2019s no one else to go.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Ben didn\u2019t know what to do. \u201cLittle Joe?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe turned his head into Adam\u2019s chest and moaned, still trying to pull away from the Hoss and the pain.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cAdam,\u201d cried Hoss.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cPa,\u201d Adam pleaded with his father.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Ben nodded his head, ran to the barn, and saddled Buck. He left the ranch in a cloud of dust, riding like the wind.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cAdam, let\u2019s get Little Joe up to his room.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Adam looked down at Joe. \u201cLittle Joe, I\u2019m not going to pretend this isn\u2019t going to hurt. You and I both know it will,\u201d Adam warned Joe about what was to come. \u201cHoss is going to pick you up and take you upstairs.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe nodded his head, acknowledging that he heard and understood. Joe clenched his teeth to hold back the moan that Hoss caused when he picked him up. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn\u2019t prevent it from escaping.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cOh, God, Adam, it hurts.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">When Hoss started for the house, Adam looked down at the ground where Joe had been lying. He was astounded by the amount of blood there.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">When they reached the stairs, Joe shuddered and went limp in Hoss\u2019 arms.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cAdam,\u201d Hoss asked in a shaky voice, fearing what he had told Ben about Joe\u2019s condition was wrong.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Adam came around Hoss and pressed his finger to Joe\u2019s neck. He held his breath, and then he felt it, strong, but too fast for Adam\u2019s peace of mind.\u00a0 \u201cHe\u2019s just passed out. Let\u2019s get upstairs.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">When Hoss started up the stairs, Adam turned back to the great room. \u201cHop Sing,\u201d he called out.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Hop Sing came around the corner from the kitchen. \u201cAlready have water on, will have upstairs in minute.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cThank you, Hop Sing.\u201d Adam ran up the stairs, taking them two at a time.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">When Adam entered Joe\u2019s room, Hoss was already working on removing Joe\u2019s clothes. \u201cHere, let me help,\u201d he offered, and took hold of one boot and gently pulled it off. \u201cHop Sing will be up soon.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Hop Sing walked in the room as Adam said those words. \u201cHop Sing here.\u201d He set the tray with the water and towels down by the bed.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Adam and Hoss got Joe\u2019s boots and pants off of him, but when they saw how the fabric of his shirt was embedded in the wound, they didn\u2019t want to risk removing it and having the bleeding start again now that they had it under control.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><strong>Chapter 58<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">When Ben rode into Virginia City, he didn\u2019t slow down until he reached Dr. Martin\u2019s office. He jumped off Buck and ran to the door, only to find on note pinned to it.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 At Sheriff Coffee\u2019s office<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 If you need me, come<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 get me.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Ben turned and remounted Buck. Without any concern for anyone on the streets, he raced across town to the jail. Reaching it, he jumped off Buck before the horse even stopped moving, and ran to the jail. Ben flung the door open, slamming into the wall, startling the two men sitting at the desk drinking coffee.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cPaul, we need you out at the Ponderosa,\u201d Ben panted, his eyes wild with panic and fear.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cWhat\u2019s wrong, Ben?\u201d Paul asked, feeling the urgency of the situation.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cIt\u2019s Little Joe, he\u2019s been shot.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI\u2019ll get my buggy and head straight out,\u201d Paul said as he grabbed his black bag, stepped around Ben and left heading to the livery stable, not even asking for an explanation.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Ben started to follow him when a voice from behind called out. \u201cBen, who shot him?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cRamsey. I\u2019ve got to go, Roy.\u201d Ben started to leave again.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cNow, you just hold up a minute, Ben. I\u2019m sure Doc knows his way to the Ponderosa by now. I need to know what happened.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Ben looked at the door; he desperately wanted to get back to the ranch, and his son.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cBen, sit!\u201d Roy commanded.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Ben took a deep breath to calm himself, and sat in the chair Roy was pointing at. Roy went to the stove, poured a cup of coffee, and handed it to Ben. He took his seat behind the desk, and waited for Ben to begin.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cAdam found out some things about the Strouds. He confronted them, and I told them to leave.\u201d Ben stopped and shook his head. \u201cI made such a mess of things, Roy. I don\u2019t think Little Joe will ever forgive me.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cNow, Ben, you know that boy loves you more than his own life. I\u2019m sure everything will be fine,\u201d Roy offered, trying to comfort his friend. \u201cAlright, what happened with the Strouds?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cThey went to leave, and Ramsey was trying to pick a fight with Little Joe. Little Joe didn\u2019t want any part of it. When Little Joe headed for the barn, Ramsey attacked him, and\u00a0 there was a fight.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Ben gave a choked laugh before continuing. \u201cIt was clear from the start that Ramsey was outmatched. Little Joe made short work of him.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI can see that happening,\u201d Roy said with some pride.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cRamsey went down, Little Joe told him to stay there.\u201d Ben shook his head in amazement. \u201cYou know, Roy, with everything he\u2019d been through, he showed tremendous restraint. He\u2019s a better man than I am.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cNow, Ben, everything he is, he\u2019s learned from you.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI wish that were true, Roy. He\u2019s far more than that.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cWhat else happened?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cRamsey, despite everything, got up, and went at Little Joe again. Little Joe stopped him with a few punches, and Ramsey fell into him. When he pushed Ramsey away he had Little Joe\u2019s gun. He aimed and shot Little Joe.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cWhere are they now?\u201d asked Roy.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI would imagine here in town. After Adam knocked Ramsey out,\u201d Ben paused with a smile on his face for his oldest son, \u201cI told them to get off the Ponderosa and never to come back. I took the smaller trail in, so I can\u2019t be sure where they are. As far as I\u2019m concerned, they can be vulture bait.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Roy nodded his head, before asking the next question. \u201cWhy did you come after Doc? When one of the boys is hurt, especially Little Joe, a herd of wild horses couldn\u2019t pull you away. You always send one of the boys or a hand.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Ben bowed his head in shame. \u201cJoe wouldn\u2019t let me near him. I can\u2019t say that I blame him. Not after everything I did,\u201d Ben choked out.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cAlright, Ben, you get on back to the ranch, I\u2019m going to find those two, and I\u2019m going to arrest Ramsey this time. I should have done it when that ruckus broke out the other day. I\u2019ll be out as soon as I can.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Ben didn\u2019t even hear Roy\u2019s last remarks, so he wasn\u2019t able to ask Roy what he meant by it. He was out the door in a flash and headed back to the Ponderosa.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">_ _ _ _<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">After Ben left, Roy grabbed his hat and headed for the stage office. \u201cAny strangers getting on a stage within the last hour, Pete?\u201d Roy asked.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cNope. Haven\u2019t had any strangers, or a stage in since this mornin\u2019.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Roy nodded his thanks, and headed for the hotel. \u201cHi Jack,\u201d Roy greeted the clerk behind the desk.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cAfternoon, Sheriff. What can I do for you?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cYou have someone by the name of Stroud staying here?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cThey just checked in a few minutes ago,\u201d Jack confirmed.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cWhat room are they in?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201c210. Is something wrong?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cSure is.\u201d Roy turned, went up the stairs, and knocked on the door.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Alex opened the door, and stood there looking at Roy. He stepped aside and allowed Roy to enter.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Ramsey was laying on one of the beds, and promptly stood when he saw Roy. He face drained of what color that was left, knowing what was to come.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Roy smiled when he saw the condition Ramsey was in.\u00a0<em>Good for you Little Joe. Must admit that I\u2019m a bit surprised he can still move.<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cRamsey Stroud, you\u2019re under arrest for attempted murder.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Ramsey looked at his father, his eyes beseeching his help. \u201cFather?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Alex shook his head. \u201cThere\u2019s nothing I can do this time. I can\u2019t help you here.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Roy led Ramsey out of the hotel and to the jail. With exorbitant pleasure, Roy closed the door of the cell and locked it.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><strong>Chapter 59<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Paul was barely out of his buggy when the door was opened by Hop Sing.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cLi\u2019le Joe in room. Hop Sing bring up more water for you.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cThank you. Hop Sing,\u201d Paul said as he went up the stair and to Joe\u2019s room.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">When he entered the room, the first thing he saw was Adam and Hoss. They were sitting next to the bed, and talking to Joe, trying to get him to wake him up.. When they heard the door open, they turned to see Paul standing there.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cDoc, glad you\u2019re here,\u201d Hoss said as he stood up.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cHow is he?\u201d Paul asked. He looked at Joe and wasn\u2019t happy with what he saw. Joe was almost the same color as the sheets he was lying on.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cWe seemed to have the bleeding under control, but other than that, I don\u2019t know,\u201d explained Adam.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cLet me in there to have a look.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Hoss and Adam stepped back, but continued to hover around the bed.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cHow long has he been out?\u201d Paul asked.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cSince we brought him upstairs,\u201d Adam informed him.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">When Hop Sing came in with more water Paul looked at Hop Sing, then over to Adam and Hoss. \u201cI want the two of you out of here. Hop Sing, I\u2019d like you to stay and help me.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cPaul,\u201d Adam started to protest.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cOut, now.\u201d Paul pointed at the door.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Hoss took Adam\u2019s arm and guided him from the room. Once they were gone, Paul turned to Hop Sing. \u201cHelp me get this shirt off him.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Together they were able to get the shirt off Joe as carefully as they could. When it was off Paul not only had a clear view of Joe\u2019s side, but he also saw the blood soaked bandage on Joe\u2019s arm.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe moaned and his eye\u2019s fluttered open. He looked up at Paul and Hop Sing, obviously confused. \u201cDoc, what are ya doin\u2019 here?<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cWhere else would I be when my favorite, most cooperative patient needs me?\u201d Paul joked.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe started to laugh, but ended up groaning. He started to reach down to his side, only to have Hop Sing grab his arm. \u201cNo touch.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cHop Sing? What happened?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Paul\u2019s brow furrowed. \u201cYou don\u2019t remember?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI\u2026\u201d Joe closed his eyes, trying to remember. \u201cAdam, he had telegrams\u2026 They were about Ramsey\u2026 I remember I was angry, and went outside and Adam came out to talk.\u201d Joe scrunched up his forehead trying to remember. \u201cThe Strouds went ta leave. Ramsey said things. I\u2026 I was going for a ride. There was a fight, with Ramsey.\u201d Joe\u2019s eyes snapped open. \u201cHe shot me. That weasel shot me!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u2018Take it easy, Little Joe,\u201d Paul cautioned. \u201cNow, hold still and let me have a look.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Paul examined the wound, and shook his head. \u201cBullet\u2019s still in there, it\u2019s going to have to come out. Let me have a look at that arm,\u201d he said more or less to himself.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Paul cut the bandage off, and sighed in frustration. \u201cDon\u2019t you ever listen to anything you\u2019re told?\u201d Paul put his hand against Joe\u2019s forehead and \u201ctsk\u2019d.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cFrom what I\u2019ve been told lately, no.\u201d Joe\u2019s voice was full of bitterness.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cLittle Joe, the bullet is still in there. I have to operate to get it out.\u00a0<em>And<\/em>\u00a0I have to do something with that infection you have in your arm.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe nodded his head. \u201cPlease, no ether,\u201d he pleaded.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI\u2019m sorry, Little Joe, but I have to. I know how sick it makes you, but it\u2019s unavoidable.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cDoc\u2026\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cIt\u2019ll be over before you know it. When you wake up, everything will feel better,\u201d Paul assured him.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cYeah, and I\u2019ll be sick,\u201d Joe moaned.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cHop Sing, would you hold this over his face.\u201d Paul handed the mask to Hop Sing, who nodded and held it over Joe\u2019s mouth and nose as Paul dripped the ether onto the mask. Joe kept moving his head, fighting the anesthesia. \u201cRelax, Little Joe. Don\u2019t fight it.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">When Joe finally succumbed to the ether, Paul turned to Hop Sing. \u201cLet\u2019s get to work, Hop Sing.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><strong>Chapter 60<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Ben arrived back at the ranch and found Adam and Hoss in the great room. Adam was sitting in his chair trying to read, but he couldn\u2019t get past the first sentence. His mind was in the room at the top of the stairs with his little brother.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Hoss stood in front of the fireplace with a foot on the hearth, he as poking at the logs with the poker, lost in thought.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">When the door opened, both men looked up when Ben walked in.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cHow is he?\u201d Ben asked.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cDoc\u2019s with him now. He was unconscious when we left,\u201d Hoss explained.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Ben started for the stairs, but Adam\u2019s voice stopped him. \u201cPa, Dr. Martin doesn\u2019t want us up there. You know how he is. Besides, I think it\u2019s better for Joe, if you don\u2019t go in there and take Dr. Martin\u2019s attention away from him.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Ben nodded his head. \u201cYou\u2019re right, Adam.\u201d Ben started to pace around the room.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">When there was a knock at the door, three sets of eyes turned towards the door. At the second knock, Hoss went to open the door, and when he did Roy Coffee standing there.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cCome on in, Roy.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cHow\u2019s Little Joe?\u201d Roy inquired.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cPaul\u2019s with him,\u201d Ben responded.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI arrested Ramsey and left Clem to watch over him.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cRoy, what did Clem do to make ya so mad?\u201d Hoss asked.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cNothing. Why?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cYa left \u2018im to watch over that skunk. I figured he did somethin\u2019 wrong.\u201d Any other time, the four men in the room would have found that statement humorous.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cWhen Little Joe\u2019s up to it, I need to get a statement from him,\u201d Roy said wanting to get business out of the way before moved on to the personal side of the situation.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cSure, Roy.\u201d Ben walked over to the stairs and looked up. \u201cI had no idea, how many lies Ramsey had told. As far as I knew I had a son who was completely out of control. I was sure \u00a0Little Joe had drug Ramsey into that fight.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cWhat? Little Joe didn\u2019t drag him into anything.\u201d Roy exclaimed.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI know that now, Roy. When they came home they were all bruised and cut up. Little Joe even admitted to going to town.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cDid you give him a chance to explain to you what happened?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI didn\u2019t need him to explain. It was all right there in front of me.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cBen Cartwright, I\u2019m ashamed of you,\u201d Roy said chastising Ben. \u201cHe was in town alright, but it was to drag that Ramsey out of the Bucket of Blood. Sam said Ramsey was there long before Little Joe ever showed up. Little Joe tried to get him to leave.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI know, Roy.\u201d Ben was completely ashamed of his actions over the past week.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Roy glared at Ben before continuing. \u201cRamsey was the one who picked the fight with Ted, and left Little Joe to clean up after him, while he hid in a corner.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cTED?\u201d Hoss exclaimed. \u201cWhy, he\u2019s more than twice the size of Little Joe.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cThat ain\u2019t all, Hoss. Little Joe had the whole darn place on him. I had to send him over to Doc\u2019s.\u201d Roy paused, thinking about how he had jumped to conclusions that day.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI have to admit, I jumped to the same conclusion, I was so sure Little Joe started it, but then I didn\u2019t know about Ramsey. I should have listened to the boy when he tried to explain. All he was guilty of was trying to protect Ramsey.\u201d Roy shook his head and snorted. \u201cThat boy of yours even said he\u2019d take care of the damages.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cWhy would he do that if it wasn\u2019t his fault? And how is he going to get the money to do it,\u201d Adam asked.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cCuz he said that Ramsey was his responsibility, Adam. Little Joe said he\u2019d take care of it somehow.\u201d Roy looked Ben straight in the eye. \u201cHe didn\u2019t want you to know, Ben.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cTell Sam I\u2019ll take care of the damages. If it\u2019s anyone\u2019s responsibility, it\u2019s mine,\u201d Ben rubbed the back of his neck as he started to pace again, realizing all the damage he had done to his son.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cYa should have known, Pa. Little Joe was all beat up when he came home. Ramsey only had one bruise on him. I just can\u2019t believe ya didn\u2019t see it,\u201d Hoss accused.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cPa? I have a confession to make while we\u2019re at it.\u201d Adam admitted.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cWhat?\u201d Ben asked.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cThat first night, I should have said something, but I guess I was still mad at him. When I sent him out to the south pasture, I knew there was a lot more to do than rounding up strays. I knew about the dam and the water hole that needed cleaning, I just didn\u2019t tell him. I guess that\u2019s why he was late.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Ben walked over to his chair and sat down. He put his face in his hands. \u201cWhy didn\u2019t I listen? If only I would have listened to him.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><strong>Chapter 61<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Paul was rolling his sleeves down when he came down the stairs. The four men in the great room stood and faced him.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Paul walked past them to the settee. \u201cCould I have a cup of coffee, please?\u201d he asked as he sat down.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI just put a fresh pot on. I\u2019ll go and get it.\u201d Adam headed to the kitchen while the others stood watching Paul expectantly. Paul looked angry; they also knew that when he was in this kind of mood, they would have to wait until he was ready to tell them anything.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Adam came out of the kitchen with a tray that held 5 cups and the coffee pot. He immediately poured Paul a cup and handed it to him, then poured a cup for everyone else. Paul took a sip, leaned back and sighed.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI can understand it from Little Joe, but how could you let him do that to himself, Ben?\u201d Paul berated.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cDo what?\u201d Ben asked.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cHis arm! I told him to take it easy, not to do any strenuous work. Hop Sing informed me that you\u2019ve had him moving hay, repairing the roof and more. Quite frankly, Ben, I\u2019m disappointed in you.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cHis arm? What are you talking about? I don\u2019t know anything about his arm.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Paul sighed in frustration. \u201cHe didn\u2019t tell you?\u201d Paul saw the blank expression on the Cartwright\u2019s faces. \u201cWhy am I not surprised? That first night that the Strouds were here, Joe came home with a nice little gash in his left arm. He said it happened when he fell into a stream.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cThe beavers,\u201d Adam whispered.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cHow could you miss that, Ben?\u201d Roy asked. \u201cPaul and I both noticed it at dinner.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Ben looked at Adam and Hoss. \u201cDid either of you know about this?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cNo, Pa,\u201d they both answered.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI cleaned it out that night and stitched it up. When I saw him again in town, he had torn every stitch out. Some had been done before the fight. He had bruised ribs, along with all the other cuts and bruises. I had to bind the ribs and stitch the arm again. He promised me,\u201d Paul stopped as he remembered Joe\u2019s actual words.\u00a0<em>Sure, Doc.\u00a0<\/em>\u201cWell, I guess he didn\u2019t actually promise.\u201d Paul stop and shook his head. He couldn\u2019t believe he fell for that one.\u00a0<em>And here I thought I knew all his tricks.<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cThat boy is the orneriest person in the territory of Nevada.\u201d Paul looked down into his coffee before continuing. \u201cI had to operate on him and I was able to get the bullet out. I thoroughly cleaned it out, and stitched and bandaged it. His arm is another story. He had pulled the stitches out\u00a0<em>again<\/em>\u00a0and infection started to set in. I cleaned it out and I think I got all of it, but I want you to keep a close eye on it. He has a slight fever right now, but if it gets worse, send for me. I stitched it closed and bandaged it. I want him to stay in bed for a week, at least. He is not to get up until I say so. He isn\u2019t to lift anything heavier than a fork, or a glass with that arm. I told him if I see anything what so ever wrong with it, I\u2019ll strap it down.\u201d Paul glared at Ben again, still unable to comprehend the fact that Ben didn\u2019t know. \u201c<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cOnce he woke up from the anesthesia, I gave him some pain medication. I left more of it on his dresser. He\u2019s sleeping right now, and Hop Sing is sitting with him.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cEther?\u201d Adam asked.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cYes,\u201d Paul answered.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cAnd?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cThe normal. He was immediately sick. He was in quite a bit of pain because of it.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Adam nodded his head. Everyone knew that Joe\u2019 system always reacted violently to ether.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cOn top of everything else, he\u2019s exhausted. He needs to sleep, and stay calm. I also left some sleeping powders incase he does has trouble sleeping.\u201d Paul stopped and glared at Ben. \u201cHop Sing told me what\u2019s been happening around here for the past week. Frankly, Ben, I\u2019m disappointed with you. If you\u2019d only stopped and listen to that boy maybe you would have seen the light. He\u2019s not just physically hurt, Ben, but emotionally too. You\u2019ve done to him, what Alex has been doing to you all week. I\u2019ve always thought you were a lot stronger than that.\u201d Paul stopped and looked at his friend and couldn\u2019t believe what had been happening. \u201cI\u2019ll be back tomorrow to see how he\u2019s doing.\u201d Paul placed his cup on the table and got up. \u201cI\u2019m going to have one more look at him before I leave.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Adam and Hoss looked at Ben, and saw the forlorn look on his face, and the pain that Paul\u2019s words had caused.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cPaul, may I see him?\u201d Ben asked.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cAs if I could keep you away, but I do not want you upsetting him. As I said I want him calm and resting. He needs to sleep.\u201d Paul walked up the stairs, with Ben following him.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Hoss looked at Adam before he went up the stairs. Adam was right behind him.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><strong>Road to Redemption<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><strong>Chapter 62<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">It was well into the night when Joe started to wake up. The lamp was turned down low, and Ben was dozing in the chair next to Joe\u2019s bed. He heard Joe moan as he shifted on the bed.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cLittle Joe,\u201d Ben called as he leaned forward.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe rolled his head on the pillow. \u201cCome on, Son, it\u2019s time to wake up.\u201d He watched as Joe\u2019s eyes fluttered, and finally opened.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe looked around the room, and green eyes bright with fever met dark brown ones filled with worry. Joe\u2019s mind was in a haze. \u201cPa?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI\u2019m here, Son.\u201d Ben caressed Joe\u2019s cheek and brushed a stray curl off his forehead, noticing how hot his son was. \u201cYou\u2019re going to be alright, Little Joe.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">The haze started to clear and the memories rushed back in startling clarity. Joe turned his head away from Ben.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cLittle Joe?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cGo away.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cPlease, Little Joe, listen to me.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cWhy should I? Ya don\u2019t listen ta me anymore,\u201d he accused.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Ben felt like someone had just shoved a knife into his heart. \u201cI\u2019m so sorry for not listening, Little Joe. I\u2019m so sorry for everything I\u2019ve done to you. I know I\u2019ve hurt you. If I could take it all back, I would.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe was breathing hard as all the anger and hurt came flooding back. \u201cYa can\u2019t take it back.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cLittle Joe,\u201d Ben started.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cNo! I don\u2019t wanna hear any of your excuses, just like ya don\u2019t wanna hear mine. Just get outta my room!\u201d he yelled and tried to pull himself up, but ended up moaning as pain shot through not only his side, but his arm also.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cSon, please,\u201d Ben pleaded.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cSon? How can you call me that? After all, I\u2019m not the son ya want. I\u2019m the bad one, remember?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cThat\u2019s not true, Little Joe.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe was in a rage now. He was not only angry at his father, but also at himself for his inability to move away from everything that was tormenting him. \u201cIt is! An\u2019 if that\u2019s what ya want, that\u2019s what I\u2019ll be!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cNo, I want you just the way you are. I\u2019d never want you to change.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cGet out,\u201d he screeched.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Hoss and Adam rushed into Joe\u2019s room when they heard the shouting. \u201cYou stay with Little Joe, I\u2019ll get Pa out,\u201d Adam told Hoss.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Adam went over to his father, and gently pulled him aside. \u201cCome on, Pa, you\u2019re both tired. Why don\u2019t you go to bed and get some sleep,\u201d Adam cajoled.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cAdam,\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cLet him calm down, Pa. You heard what Dr. Martin said. He needs to stay calm.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Ben looked at Joe, his eyes pleading for understanding.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cHis fever has gone up,\u201d Ben said to both Adam and Hoss.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cCome on, Pa, we\u2019ll send one of the hands for Dr. Martin.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">With a nod of his head, Ben turned and left Joe\u2019s room.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">While Adam was trying to calm Ben down, Hoss was on the other side of the room trying to do the same with Joe.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cNow, ya just hush up, Little Joe. You\u2019re workin\u2019 yourself inta one fine fit.\u201d Hoss sat down on the side of the bed, and gently put his hand on Joe\u2019s arm. Of the three brothers, Joe was the one who responded to touch, in fact he craved it. Just a loving touch could work wonders.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cHoss, please keep him away from me.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cLittle Joe, its Pa.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cPlease Hoss,\u201d Joe begged as his eyes filled with tears.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cAlright, Little Joe.\u201d Hoss saw Joe visibly relax. He also saw Joe flinch and let out a low moan when he tried to move. \u201cYa, hurtin\u2019?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cYes.\u201d Hoss knew for Joe to admit he was in pain, it had to be bad.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cYa want some of that pain medicine Doc left for ya?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cYes.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Hoss got up and poured a glass of water, and mixed the power into it. He went over to the bed and helped support Joe\u2019s head as he drank the water.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Hoss set the glass back on the dresser. He poured some water into the basin, and grabbed a towel before sitting down in the chair that Ben had recently vacated. \u201cNow, ya just rest, ya hear,\u201d Hoss said as he soaked the towel in the water and laid it on Joe\u2019s forehead. \u201cBetter?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cYes.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe reached out for Hoss. Hoss took his hand, and held it. The brothers sat in comfortable silence while Joe drifted off to sleep.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><strong>Chapter 63<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">When Paul arrived at the Ponderosa he went straight to Joe\u2019s room. \u201cHow is he, Hoss?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cHe\u2019s pretty hot, Doc. I\u2019ve been tryin\u2019 ta cool him off.\u201d Hoss moved out of the chair next to the bed so Paul could get to Joe.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Paul put his hand on Joe\u2019s forehead and felt the heat radiating from him. Joe started to stir and his eyes fluttered open, closed and then open again. Joe looked up at Paul in confusion.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cDoc?\u201d Joe whispered.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cHow are you feeling, Little Joe?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe cleared his throat before answering. \u201cFine, just a little cold, and thirsty.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cHoss, would you go and get some more blankets,\u201d Paul asked as he poured a glass of water for Joe, and helped him drink it.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cSure thing Doc.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">When Hoss left the room he saw Ben and Adam standing just outside the door. Adam had his hand on Ben\u2019s shoulder in a show of comfort.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cHe\u2019ll be okay, Pa.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">While Hoss was out of the room, Paul explained to Joe what he was going to do. \u201cI need to take a look at your arm and your side, to see what\u2019s causing that fever.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Hoss came back into the room with the requested blankets. \u201cHere ya go, Doc.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cSet them in the chair, I\u2019m going to need your help.\u201d Paul looked at Joe before continuing. \u201cNow, let\u2019s see what\u2019s going on with you.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Paul pulled back the blanket to have a look at Joe\u2019s side. Joe gasped in pain and reached out to Hoss when Paul started examining his side. Hoss took Joe\u2019s hand and held tight, giving his brother the support he needed. The incision in Joe\u2019s side looked as good as could be expected, considering a bullet had been removed no more than 11 hours ago. Paul pulled the blankets back over Joe and turned his attention to Joe\u2019s arm. When he had the bandage off, Paul shook his head and glared at Joe. \u201cYou just can\u2019t do it the easy way.\u201d Paul turned his attention to Hoss. \u201cHoss, go tell Hop Sing I need some hot water.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">When Hoss started to get up, Adam spoke up from the doorway. \u201cYou stay, Hoss, I\u2019ll go downstairs.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cLittle Joe, I have to open this back up and clean it out,\u201d Paul explained.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cNo ether, please,\u201d Joe pleaded.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cNo ether, but I am going to give you something for the pain.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cThank you.\u201d Joe breathed a sigh of relief.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">When Hop Sing brought the water up, Paul turned to the door. \u201cHop Sing\u2019ll help me now. I want the rest of you out of here.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe looked at the door and saw his family standing there. When his eyes met Ben\u2019s, he turned away, not even acknowledging his father.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Hoss closed the door when he walked out of the room.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">_ _ _ _<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">When Paul made his way down the stairs, there were four men standing at the bottom waiting for him.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cApparently, I didn\u2019t get all the infection removed earlier. I had to reopen the arm and clean it out. It\u2019s now been thoroughly cleaned, stitched, and bandaged. The fever should start going down now. I want the bandages changed often and if you notice it getting any worse, send for me right away.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cHow\u2019s he doing, Paul?\u201d Ben asked, the worry and guilt clearly visible on his face.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cAs well as can be expected. I didn\u2019t use ether this time, but I did give him a pretty strong pain killer. He\u2019s sleeping now, and will most likely be out until late morning. You already have the pain medicine and the sleeping powders that I left earlier. I want you to give those to him, no matter what he says. He\u2019s exhausted and needs his rest. Right now the more he gets the better.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cWe\u2019ll make sure he gets it.\u201d Ben assured.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cAs for the rest of you, make sure you get some sleep and eat. I don\u2019t need anymore patients.\u201d Paul looked up at the top of the stairs before continuing. \u201cThat one is more than enough.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><strong>Chapter 64<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">The day after the shooting Roy came to see Joe to get his statement.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cAfternoon Ben,\u201d Roy greeted, when Ben opened the door.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cHi, Roy,\u201d Ben replied a bit cautiously. \u201cWhat can I do for you?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI was hopin\u2019 that Little Joe would be up to givin\u2019 a statement today.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI believe he\u2019s awake, Hoss is with him right now.\u201d Roy followed Ben up the stairs.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Ben tapped on the partially opened door. \u201cHoss, Roy\u2019s here to talk to Little Joe.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cSure thing, come on in, Roy.\u201d Hoss got up from the chair next to the bed, and offered it to Roy.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cHow are you feelin\u2019, Little Joe,\u201d Roy asked when he sat in the chair.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cFine, Roy.\u201d Joe was sitting up today, and actually looked a lot better than the day before.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI\u2019m sure you are, Little Joe. I\u2019m sure you are.\u201d Roy rolled his eyes at Joe\u2019s normal reply. \u201cI need to get a statement from you about what happened the other day.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cSo I have it when the judge gets here, and we have the trial,\u201d Roy explained.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cYou arrested \u2018im?\u201d When Roy nodded in the affirmative, Joe sighed. \u201cI\u2019m not gonna press charges.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cWhat,\u201d chorused the two men present, and Ben who was standing outside the door. He didn\u2019t want to upset Joe, so he chose to stand out of sight.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI said I ain\u2019t pressin charges.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cBut Little Joe, you gotta,\u201d Hoss protested.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cNo, I don\u2019t.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cYou mind explain\u2019 that to me.\u201d Roy demanded.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe was getting frustrated with them. \u201cI don\u2019t ever wanna see \u2018em again. I just want \u2018em out of my life,\u201d Joe said with a touch of bitterness creeping into his voice. \u201cIf there\u2019s a trial, then I have ta see \u2018em again, an\u2019 testify against \u2018im. Can\u2019t ya understand?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cAre you sure that\u2019s what you want?\u201d Roy asked, irritated with this turn of events.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cYeah, that what I want. Just make sure they leave an\u2019 don\u2019t ever come back.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cYou don\u2019t need to worry about that one. They\u2019ll be out of here on the first stage, no matter where it goes.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cThanks, Roy.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe closed his eyes and tried to turn on his side, but quickly changed his mind when pain shot through him, just another reminder of everything that had happened. Joe turned his face away from them, trying to get his anger under control.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cYou take care of yourself, Little Joe. I\u2019ll see you, Hoss.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cBye, Roy,\u201d Hoss said when Roy left the room.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">&#8211; &#8211; &#8211; &#8211;<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Roy walked downstairs with Ben. \u201cI don\u2019t understand it, Ben. After all that\u2019s happened and he\u2019s lettin\u2019 him off the hook?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI think I know what he\u2019s thinking, Roy. As he said, he doesn\u2019t want to relive any of it. He\u2019s refused to talk to anyone about it. To have to testify about it is more than he can take right now. Just let them go, get them out of town. If I had my way, they\u2019d never set foot on this side of the Mississippi ever again.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cCan\u2019t say I blame you,\u201d concurred Roy. \u201cI\u2019m going to hold Ramsey in jail until there\u2019s a stage, and I\u2019ll personally make sure they\u2019re on it, even if I have to shot them to do it.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Ben walked Roy out to his horse and watched him ride off.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><strong>Chapter 65<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">The first week after the shooting Paul took the stitches above Joe\u2019s eye out. He was concerned over how quiet Joe was, but figured it was due to his fight with infection and the exhaustion. According to his brothers, Joe was still slept quite a bit. Paul hoped Joe would be back to himself in a matter of time.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0After that, time rolled by, one week became two, and yet Joe was a model patient. Not once did he complain about being confined to bed. He did everything he was told, except for one thing\u2026 he still refused to allow Ben in his room, or anywhere near him. Anytime Adam or Hoss brought up the subject it would result in a fight between them, which ended with Joe refusing to speak to either of them.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">_ _ _ _<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Three weeks after the shooting Dr. Martin stopped at the Ponderosa, making his weekly visit.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Ben opened the door when he heard the knock. \u201cPaul. It\u2019s good to see you.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cGood morning, Ben.\u201d Paul shook Ben\u2019s hand. \u201cHow\u2019s Little Joe doing?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cFrom what Adam and Hoss tell me, he\u2019s doing a lot better, and Hop Sing says he\u2019s eating.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cBy that, I take it he won\u2019t let you anywhere near him.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Ben had to clear the lump out of his throat before he could answer. \u201cNo, he won\u2019t. If he\u2019s awake I can\u2019t even get near his room. I\u2019m only able to check on him at night, and I\u2019m able sit with him for awhile when he\u2019s sleeping.\u201d Ben stopped and cleared his throat again, that lump was back. \u201cPaul, I don\u2019t know what to do.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Paul put his hand on Ben\u2019s shoulder and gave it a gentle squeeze. \u201cBe patient, Ben. The boy\u2019s hurting; he needs time to heal, not just physically but emotionally as well. He\u2019s been through a lot, and holding it all in isn\u2019t helping.\u201d Paul gave a little chuckle. \u201cJust remember this is Little Joe we\u2019re talking about. He does everything on his own schedule, always has, even before he was born.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cYes, it\u2019s always been on his schedule.\u201d Ben smiled, remembering how Marie complained about how active he was and at the most inconvenient times. Joe decided he was ready to be born, no matter if he was on schedule or not. Ben chuckled as he remembered every time Adam would complain Joe\u2019s schedule.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cDon\u2019t push him. We all know that boy worships and loves you. He just needs to get his head around a few things, and remember the love.\u201d Paul gave Ben a pat on the shoulder before heading up the stairs. \u201cI know my way.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Ben watched Paul until he was out of sight. \u201cI hope you\u2019re right.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><strong>Chapter 66<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cCome in,\u201d Joe called when he heard Paul knock on the door.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cHow\u2019s my favorite patient this morning?\u201d Paul asked with a chuckle, knowing what the answer was going to be.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe didn\u2019t disappoint him. \u201cFine.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cWe\u2019ll see about that,\u201d Paul said while he held his hand against Joe\u2019s forehead. \u201cGood, the fever\u2019s completely gone now.\u201d Paul removed the bandage from around Joe\u2019s arm, and prodded at the wound. \u201cLooks good. The infection is completely gone, and it\u2019s healing nicely. I\u2019ll go ahead and take out the stitches today.\u201d Paul gave Joe a stern look. \u201cNow, do you see what happens when you do what I tell you? This whole thing would hardly even be a memory by now. But no, you have to do it Little Joe Cartwright\u2019s way.\u201d Paul snorted. \u201cI\u2019ll never know why I even listened to you.\u201d He took a pair of scissors from his bag and cut each knot and gently removed them with a pair of tweezers. Paul examined his handy work. \u201cYou\u2019ll hardly have a scar to show for it. Now, let\u2019s have a look at your side.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Paul helped Joe to sit up a little more before pulling the blanket down. Joe settled back against the pillows with a grunt, which Paul heard. \u201cIt\u2019s still giving you trouble?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI\u2019m fine, Doc.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cSo that was just a grunt of happiness, was it?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe just looked away. Paul cut the bandages away and examined Joe\u2019s side. As he pushed on the skin around it, Joe flinched. Paul cleaned it, and wrapped a clean bandage around Joe\u2019s waist. \u201cLooks good, I\u2019ll probably take the stitches out in a couple of weeks.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe looked at Dr. Martin, with a frown.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cHave you been up out of bed yet?\u201d Paul asked.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cUm, it\u2019s\u2026 it hurts ta much ta get up,\u201d Joe hedged..<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cJoseph Cartwright! I have never known you to want to lay around all day. Normally, after the first few days, your Pa and I can\u2019t keep you down.\u201d Joe turned his head away again. \u201cBesides, if you\u2019re\u00a0<em>fine<\/em>, then there\u2019s no reason for you to stay in bed.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Caught by his own words, Joe just shrugged.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI want you out of this bed as of today. You\u2019re to start moving around, take short walks down the hall, and I want you sitting in a chair instead of lying around. Tomorrow you\u2019re to start taking your meals downstairs with your family. It\u2019s warm enough, so if you want, you can go sit on the porch.\u201d Paul watched Joe\u2019s expression darken with each word Paul said. \u201cYou\u2019re also not to do any of this alone, until I say so or your family thinks you\u2019re strong enough. Lying around in bed hasn\u2019t helped you. What with the injuries, blood loss, infection, the fever, and staying in bed you\u2019re going to be quite weak. Now, you either do as I tell you, or I\u2019ll have Hoss pull you out of that bed, whether you like it or not.\u201d When Joe didn\u2019t respond, Paul began to get irritated. \u201cDid you hear me?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cFine!\u201d Joe snapped.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cWhile you\u2019re at it, stop feeling sorry for yourself.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI\u2019m not feelin\u2019 sorry for myself!\u201d Joe shouted.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cReally, now? I\u2019d think about that one if I were you.\u201d Paul saw Joe\u2019s chin jut out in anger, and decided he had nothing to lose, so he brought up another touchy subject. \u201cI also suggest you think about talking to your father.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cYOU STAY OUT OF THAT! IT\u2019S NONE OF YOUR CONCERN!\u201d Joe yelled loud enough to be heard in the barn.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Paul glared at him. \u201cFor your information, young man, it is my concern. The well-being of my patients and friends is my concern, no matter what you think,\u201d chastised Paul. He shut his bag with a snap. \u201cI\u2019ll be back next week, and I better see a change in you.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe didn\u2019t answer, he just sat there with his arms folded across his chest, and his eyes shooting daggers at the wall in front of him.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Paul shook his head and left the room.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><strong>Chapter 67<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cThat sounded like it went well,\u201d Ben said as Paul came down the stairs.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Paul laughed. \u201cTo say he\u2019s mad at me, would be the understatement of the year, probably the century. Hopefully I gave him something to think about. Ben, I\u2019m worried about him. He hasn\u2019t been out of that bed since he was shot. He hasn\u2019t even complained about being in it.\u201d Paul sighed and looked towards the stairs. \u201cI told him I wanted him out of that bed today. He\u2019s to walk up and down the hall and spend some time sitting in a chair, instead of his bed. Tomorrow morning he\u2019s to come down and start having his meals at the table.\u201d Paul saw Hop Sing over by the dinning room table. \u201cHop Sing, I want you to make sure he eats. Don\u2019t take any of his nonsense about not being hungry.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cNum\u2019er Three Son, will eat, Hop Sing promises.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cUntil I come back, or you think he\u2019s strong enough, I want him to have help moving around, especially on the stairs. He\u2019s allowed to sit on the porch. I told him that if he doesn\u2019t get out of that bed, I\u2019d have Hoss pull him out. And I mean it. Ben. You tell Hoss that for me.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Ben smiled at Paul. He knew that Joe had met his match long ago where Paul was concerned. \u201cI\u2019ll make sure Hoss knows.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Paul was walking to the door when he stopped and turned back to Ben. \u201cOh, I took the stitches out of his arm, and I\u2019ll probably take the stitches in his side out in a couple of weeks. That is, unless he does something stupid.\u00a0<em>Again<\/em>.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Ben shook his head. \u201cI don\u2019t understand why he kept quiet about that.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Paul gave him a hard look. \u201cWhat did you expect? No offense Ben, but you weren\u2019t exactly there for to him. You weren\u2019t listening to anything he had to say. Roy and I were astounded that you, of all people, didn\u2019t notice it that first night, you didn\u2019t even notice his over all condition.\u201d Paul saw the shame and hurt darken Ben\u2019s eyes, and softened his words. \u201cDon\u2019t completely blame yourself, neither Adam nor Hoss noticed.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cBut I\u2019m his father, Paul. I should have noticed the minute I saw him on the porch.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cDon\u2019t beat yourself up, Ben. There were a lot of factors that caused all this. I just hope everyone learned something from it, including Little Joe.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Ben nodded his head. \u201cBy the way Paul, what was he yelling about? He almost shook the roof right off the house.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Paul started laughing. \u201cI told you, he\u2019s mad at me. I told him to stop feeling sorry for himself. That started it, and I didn\u2019t make it any better when I told him he needs to start talking you. That\u2019s when he really blew up.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cHe does have a temper.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cTo say the least. I\u2019ll see you in two weeks. If something happens &#8211; which I don\u2019t expect, but then again we\u2019re talking about Little Joe &#8211; send someone for me.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cThank you, Paul.\u201d Ben shook Paul\u2019s hand, before Paul left the ranch and headed back to town.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><strong>Chapter 68<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe sat in bed, contemplating Paul\u2019s words. \u201cDoc\u2019s right. I\u2019m ain\u2019t doin\u2019 myself any favors just lyin\u2019 here.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe threw back the blanket and swung his legs over the side of the bed while he pushed himself up. There was a sharp tug at his side when he sat up. He reached across with his right arm to put some pressure on his side.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cIf I wanna get strong enough ta leave, I have ta start movin\u2019.\u201d With that said, he pushed himself up off the bed.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe had to grab the bed post to steady himself, when his world started tipping back and forth, exactly how a clipper would do on a stormy sea. Once the clipper reached smooth waters, Joe grabbed his robe from the foot of the bed, put it on and looked at the bedroom door.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cHe did say to walk the hall.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Taking a deep breath, Joe shuffled across his room to the door. Grabbing hold of the door jam for balance, he leaned against it, and tried to catch his breath. Joe looked back at his bed, trying to decide if it would be wiser just to go back. But then the Missouri mule took over what little common sense he had, and he walked out of his room. Joe stepped into the hall and slowly walked towards Adams room. He got about a couple of feet from his door before his legs gave out and he collapsed.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Downstairs, Ben heard a loud crash from above.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><strong>Chapter 69<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Ben ran up the stairs, taking them two at a time. When Ben reached the hall he found Joe lying on the floor in a heap.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cLittle Joe,\u201d Ben called as he ran to Joe\u2019s side and knelt down next to him. Ben placed a hand on Joe\u2019s back, in a show of affection and concern. \u201cAre you alright, Son?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe weakly tried to push Ben away. \u201cLeave me alone.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cLet me help you get to your feet, Little Joe.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cDon\u2019t call me that.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cCall you what?\u201d Ben was confused by Joe\u2019s words.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI ain\u2019t Little Joe ta you. Remember, I\u2019m Joseph.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Ben didn\u2019t know what Joe was talking about, but decided to let it go for now and concentrate on the problem at hand.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Ben started to reach under Joes arms to help him up. Once again Joe pushed him away. \u201cI can do it myself.\u201d To prove his point, Joe pushed himself to his knees, but then he had to sit there and wait for his world to stop spinning.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Ben stood back and watched, ready to catch Joe if he fell.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe reached up to the table next to him, took hold and started to pull himself up. His first attempt was unsuccessful, but his second brought him to his feet. He stood there holding on to the table for dear life, bound and determined to get back to his room his own.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">It was agonizing for Ben to watch his son struggle inch by inch to make it back to his room. Every instinct told Ben to reach out and help his son, but he also knew that as soon as he touched Joe, he\u2019d be pushed away. If that happened, Joe would lose the tenuous grasp he had on his balance and end up on the floor again. Thus Ben did the next best thing: he followed his son\u2019s every step.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">When Joe made it back to his door, he was beyond exhaustion, and he realized this created another problem for him. How was he going to make it to his bed? There wasn\u2019t anything for him to hold on to between the door and the bed. With a deep fortifying breath, he let go of the door, and took two steps into the room before his legs gave out on him, again.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Luckily, Ben was right behind him, and was able to catch Joe before he hit the floor.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cGet your\u2026\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cThat\u2019s enough, Little Joe,\u201d Ben commanded. \u201cLet\u2019s get you in bed.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI told you,\u201d Joe stopped gasping for breath. \u201cnot ta call me that. An\u2019 I can\u2026\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cNo, you can\u2019t.\u201d By this time Ben already had Joe to his bed. He helped Joe with his robe, and then helped him to sit down.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cHere, let me check those stitches.\u201d Ben reached for Joe only to have his hands knocked away. Ben sighed in frustration.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe was able to get his legs onto the bed and lean back on the pillows. His body was shaking all over and he was breathing hard from the exertion.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Ben pulled the blanket over him. \u201cI thought Dr. Martin told you not to get up without someone with you.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cWhat do you care?\u201d Joe asked, his tone was definitely belligerent.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI care a lot, Lit\u2026Joseph.\u201d Ben decided to go along with Joe\u2019s wish regarding his name, for now.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe just snorted and turned away.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Ben was about to take his son to task for his rudeness, but stopped when he saw Joe\u2019s shoulders shaking with silent sobs.\u00a0\u00a0<em>Haven\u2019t I done enough to him already?<\/em>\u00a0He thought. \u201cI\u2019ll send Adam or Hoss up when they get home.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe didn\u2019t respond.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><strong>Chapter 70<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Hoss was home in time for lunch. \u201cI could smell Hop Sing\u2019s cooking all the way home from Virginia City.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Ben smiled at his son\u2019s enthusiasm. \u201cI\u2019d hate to see you faint from hunger &#8211; especially since no one would be able to pick you up &#8211; so you better get cleaned up.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cAlready did, Pa. Already did.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Just as Hop Sing was putting the food on the table, Adam strolled in. While he hung up his hat and took off his gun belt he called out to Hoss. \u201cYou better have left me some of that food, Hoss, or you\u2019ll be sorry.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cDon\u2019t ya worry none, Adam, I saved ya a few bites.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">After Adam was seated and his plate filled, Ben cleared his throat. \u201cDr. Martin was here today.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cOh yeah? What\u2019d he say?\u201d Hoss asked between bites.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Adam laughed while he watched his brother. \u201cYou\u2019re almost as bad as our little brother. At least you swallow before you talk. Barely.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Hoss glared at Adam, and shook his fork at him. \u201cI\u2019ll have ya know\u2026\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cBoys! As I was saying, Dr. Martin was here today. He took the stitches out of Joe\u2019s arm, and said the ones in his side will most likely come out in a couple weeks.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cThat\u2019s good news, Pa.\u201d Adam saw the devastated look on Ben\u2019s face. \u201cIt is, isn\u2019t it?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cYes, it is, but he\u2019s worried about Little Joe, or should I say, Joseph.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cJoseph? Why not Little Joe?\u201d Hoss asked.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cHe told me in no uncertain terms, that I was not to call him Little Joe. He\u2019s Joseph to me. I don\u2019t understand that one.\u201d Ben looked down at his hands, trying to collect his thoughts. \u201cDr. Martin is worried about\u00a0<em>Joseph<\/em>\u00a0still being in bed. He gave orders for him to be up and walking the hall today. Tomorrow he\u2019s to be down here with us, and is to stay down here. He doesn\u2019t want\u00a0<em>Joseph<\/em>\u00a0moving around alone until he gets his strength back.\u201d Ben snorted. \u201cSo what does that fool boy do? He starts walking the hall by himself. Of course, it was too much for him and he fell. When I got up there he wouldn\u2019t even let me touch him, let alone help him. That\u2019s when he told me that he was Joseph. Out of sheer stubbornness he was able to make it to his door by using to wall for support. But when it came to getting to his bed, he couldn\u2019t do it. He had to accept my help, whether he liked it or not.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Adam thought about this revelation. \u201cI can\u2019t be sure, but I think it\u2019s his way of distancing himself from you. Ever since the Strouds got here, you\u2019ve called him nothing but Joseph. I would tell you to keep calling him \u2018Little Joe\u2019, but then again, knowing him he would take that as another sign of you not listening to him. It could push him further away. It\u2019s a double edged sword, to say the least.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cYa know what else I\u2019ve noticed? He doesn\u2019t call ya Pa anymore. Ever since that, er, discussion in the barn, it\u2019s either been Sir or nothin\u2019 at all,\u201d Hoss piped in.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI\u2019ve noticed that, too. Once again, it\u2019s probably his way of protecting himself and not letting you in. Give him time, Pa. You know he never stays mad for very long, especially with you. He forgives and forgets as fast as he looses his temper. He\u2019ll probably be apologizing to you in a couple of days,\u201d advised Adam.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI\u2019d like to agree with you, Adam, but it\u2019s been three weeks now. If this was a normal disagreement between us, it would have been done and over with long ago.\u201d Ben pushed his untouched plate away from him. \u201cI lost him that night in the barn. I still can\u2019t believe I did that. If only I\u2019d listened to him. Had I known what was said at the lake I\u2019d have taken a strap to Ramsey myself. But what did I do? I listened to what Alex told me earlier that day, about losing him unless I took control. I took control alright and lost him anyway.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">This was news to Adam. \u201cWhat exactly did Alex tell you?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Ben went on to explain the conversation he had with Alex the morning of that fateful day.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cWell, ain\u2019t that the pot calling the kettle black,\u201d Hoss said in disgust.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI was so blinded by my own fears and wanting to prove to him that I had made something of myself, and that my sons were just as good as his.\u201d Ben got up and walked over to the fireplace. He shoved his hands deep in his pockets and stared into the flames.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Adam and Hoss followed, bringing their coffee with them. Adam sat down in his blue chair as he listened to his father.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cThen Little Joe came home late that first night and that just set everything in motion. All of a sudden I was that little boy again who could do nothing right. It didn\u2019t matter how hard I tried, nothing was good enough for him. It didn\u2019t matter what kind of man I\u2019d become, or how much pride I had in my sons, all three of them. I went back to that dark time of my life.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cWell. At least we found out the truth about them. Compared ta that Ramsey, Little Joe\u2019s an angel,\u201d claimed Hoss.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Adam had just taken a drink of his coffee, and ended up spraying it all over the floor and himself. Some went down the wrong way and sent him into a coughing fit as he tried to breath. \u201cAngel?\u201d he was able to gasp between coughs.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Hoss went over and patted Adam on the back, trying to help him catch his breath. Adam about fell out of the chair with each so called\u00a0<em>pat<\/em>.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cFallen angel is more like it.\u201d Adam said as he grabbed hold of the arm of the chair. \u201cStop it, you\u2019re going to knock my spine clear through the other side of me,\u201d Adam pleaded.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI said, compared ta Ramsey he is,\u201d Hoss reasserted.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Ben kept studying the flame, looking for answers that weren\u2019t there.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Hoss set his cup down on the table, while he watched Adam mop up the coffee with his handkerchief. \u201cI think I\u2019ll go help that mule take another stroll,\u201d Hoss said and tossed his handkerchief to Adam.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><strong>Chapter 71<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Hoss knocked on Joe\u2019s door and then stuck his head in. \u201cYa wanna go for another walk?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe turned away from his intense study of the crack in his wall. \u201cSure, Hoss.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Hoss noticed the red rimmed eyes and tear streaks on Joe\u2019s face, but didn\u2019t comment. \u201cLet me have a look at them stitches. If ya pulled those out, Doc\u2019ll have a fit,\u201d Hoss said while he helped Joe to sit on the edge of the bed. He carefully pulled the bandage back a little and looked at the stitches. \u201cYou\u2019re lucky, everythin\u2019 looks good.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Hoss helped his brother to stand, and handed him his robe. \u201cHere, put this on. We can\u2019t have ya wanderin\u2019 around in nothing but them long johns.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Once Joe\u2019s robe was on, Hoss put his arm around his waist to help steady him.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI can do it myself,\u201d Joe protested.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cSure ya can, Little Brother. That\u2019s why you landed on your face earlier.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe glared at Hoss, but let him help him to the hall, and up and down it. After the second lap Hoss noticed how tired Joe was getting, and figured this was as good of a time as any to talk to him. Hoss figured Joe was too tired to put up much of a fight, but he forgot who he was about to talk to.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cDon\u2019t ya think this has gone on long enough?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cOne more time, Hoss, an\u2019 then I\u2019ll stop,\u201d Joe pleaded.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cThat ain\u2019t what I\u2019m talkin\u2019 about, an\u2019 ya know it.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI have no idea what you\u2019re talkin\u2019 about,\u201d Joe maintained.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cDon\u2019t ya go pretendin\u2019 you\u2019re dense. Ya know darn well that I\u2019m talkin\u2019 about all this nonsense with Pa.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cLet it drop, Hoss,\u201d Joe warned.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI\u2019m not gonna. Both ya and Pa are hurtin\u2019, an\u2019 ya don\u2019t need to be.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cIf you\u2019re going ta keep jabberin\u2019 about that, ya can go right now.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cOh? And how do ya reckon on gettin\u2019 back ta your room?\u201d Hoss challenged.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI can do it myself.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cSure ya can, little brother. Then I\u2019ll just go on back downstairs,\u201d Hoss said. He called Joe\u2019s bluff and let go of Joe, who promptly fell to the floor. Hoss turned his back on Joe and headed for the stairs.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe looked up at his brother. \u201cFine,\u201d he yelled.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Hoss turned and saw Joe pull himself up to his knees. Joe knew there was no way he could get up and walk back to his room, but he\u2019d be hanged if he was going to ask for help. Instead, he took the only option left, he started crawling towards his room.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cYa dadburn, stubborn, ornery, mule-headed fool!\u201d Hoss stomped over to Joe, grabbed him under his arms and walked him to his room, where he promptly dropped him in the chair furthest from his bed. \u201cDoc says ya have ta sit up for awhile. Ya just stay in that there chair \u2018til someone decides to help ya.\u201d Hoss left the room, slamming the door behind him.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Hoss stomped down the stairs, and all eyes turned towards him.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cWhat happened\u2026\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cDon\u2019t even ask,\u201d Hoss barked, went straight out the front door, and slammed it.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Adam looked at Ben. \u201cMaybe I should go up and see if he\u2019s in one piece.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cNo, Adam, let him be for awhile. If Hoss is that mad, then I hate to imagine how mad Little Joe is.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Adam nodded his head in agreement. \u201cYou\u2019re right, Pa. I value my hide too much to approach either one of them.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Later that evening Hoss went up to help Joe back to bed, and found him already there. Hoss shook his head and left the room without saying a word.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><strong>Chapter 72<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">The next morning Adam, who had literally drawn the short straw, knocked on Joe\u2019s door, and went in. He expected to find Joe in bed and still asleep. Instead, Joe was not only awake, but also dressed.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cMorning, Little Joe, how are you feeling this morning?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cFine,\u201d Joe snapped. He stood up from the bed, and this time he didn\u2019t have to grab the bedpost for support.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><em>Oh, this is a great start to the day,\u00a0<\/em>Adam thought to himself as he looked Joe over. He was dressed in a black shirt and grey pants, he even had his boots on, but he hadn\u2019t bothered to tuck his shirt in. \u201cYou\u2019re going down dressed like that?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cWhat\u2019s wrong with how I\u2019m dressed?\u201d he challenged.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cHmm, let me see, your shirt isn\u2019t tucked in and your hair isn\u2019t even combed.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cSo?\u201d Joe\u2019s tone was already belligerent, and the day had just started.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cJoe, you know Pa doesn\u2019t like for us to come to the table dressed like that.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe looked Adam straight in the eye. \u201cI don\u2019t care what he likes.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cJoe, you do\u2026\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cIf you\u2019re goin\u2019 to start on me, then you might as well leave.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Adam closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose while he prayed for patience. \u201cI won\u2019t start. Let\u2019s go to breakfast.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Adam helped Joe down the hall and the stairs. Ben looked up at Adam with questioning eyes. Adam shook his head, indicating Joe\u2019s dark mood. Adam helped Joe over to the table. There were four place settings, all back in their normal spots. Ben was sitting at the head of the table with Hoss to his left. Adam had been sitting in his normal spot at the foot of the table, before he drew the losing straw. Adam started to lead Joe over to his normal place to Ben\u2019s right. Joe pulled back before he reached the table and tried to turn back to the stairs.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cOh, no you don\u2019t,\u201d Adam said as he turned Joe back to the table.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cThen let me sit there.\u201d Joe indicated Adam\u2019s chair.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cNope, that\u2019s my spot, Little Buddy.\u201d Keeping a hand on Joe, Adam used his other to pull out the chair.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe lowered himself into it, and was grateful to finally being able to sit down. His legs had turned to jelly and he didn\u2019t think he could go another step, no matter what he thought about the seating arrangement.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Adam poured Joe a cup of coffee while Hop Sing brought out the last dish. \u201cHere you go, Little Joe.\u201d Adam handed Joe the dish of eggs.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI\u2019m not hungry.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cDr. Martin said\u2026\u201d Adam began.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI don\u2019t care what he said. I said, I\u2019m not hungry.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Hop Sing slapped Joe upside the head with his towel. \u201cOw! What\u2019s that for?\u201d Joe yelped.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Hop Sing slammed the towel on the table, causing everyone to jump. \u201cYou eat. Honorable Doctor say Num\u2019er Three Son eat, and Hop Sing make sure Num\u2019er Three Son eat.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI\u2019m not\u2026\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cYou EAT!\u201d commanded Hop Sing .<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cAlright.\u201d Joe started picking at his food. He glanced up, and Hop Sing was still standing next to him. \u201cWhat?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cHop Sing not leave until plate empty.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cBut\u2026\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cEat.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cFine.\u201d Joe ate.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">When breakfast was almost over, Ben and his two older sons were discussing what needed to be done on the ranch. Everyone participated in the conversation, everyone except for Joe. He finished his breakfast and waited for either Adam or Hoss to finish so they could help him outside.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Ben watched his youngest son throughout the meal, his heart going out to him. Joe\u2019s defenses had dropped and Ben could see all the hurt in his son\u2019s eyes, hurt he had caused. Ben reached out to place his hand on Joe\u2019s arm, only to have Joe pull away from him. Ben felt like someone had just ripped his heart out. Once again, Ben found himself apologizing to Joe. \u201cJoseph, I\u2019m so sorry about everything that happened. I never want you to be anyone except for yourself. I\u2019m very proud of the young man you\u2019ve turned into.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI\u2019m sure you are,\u201d Joe said in a condescending tone. \u201cYou know, no one can make you feel inferior unless you allow it. And guess what? I allowed you. I let you make me feel less than nothing. Well, no more.\u201d Joe turned to Adam and Hoss. \u201cWill one of you please help me out to the porch?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cLittle Joe, why don\u2019t we talk this out first,\u201d Adam suggested.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cGo right ahead!\u201d Joe pushed himself up from the table, turned around and very slowly stepped away.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cStubborn, mule headed\u2026\u201d Hoss muttered as he got up, and went around the table. He grabbed Joe by the arm and helped him out to the porch. \u201cWhere do ya wanna sit?\u2019<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cThe rocker\u2019s fine.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Hoss helped Joe settle into the chair. \u201cYou have to talk to him.\u201d Joe\u2019s only response was to turn his head and close his eyes.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><strong>Chapter 73<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">The following weeks passed in the same manner as the first breakfast did. Joe steadfastly ignored Ben. No matter what Ben said, Joe refused to acknowledge his presence. This wore thin with Adam and Hoss. Hoping to push matters along, they began refusing to help Joe get around. This didn\u2019t stop him: if no one would help him, then he would do it himself. In doing so, he regained his strength faster than he would have with help. He found that if he took it slowly, he could make it down to the corral, where he would spend his days with the hands. The hands respected Joe and his knowledge of horses. There he felt wanted and had a purpose. Two weeks later he didn\u2019t have to take it slowly. He had his strength back and wanted to move on.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">_ _ _ _<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">It was a little more then two weeks before Dr. Martin showed up at the ranch. Ben, hearing the approaching buggy, went out to the yard to greet his guest.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cPaul! It\u2019s good to see you.\u201d Ben held out his hand to his long time friend.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cGood morning, Ben. It\u2019s good to see you, again. How are things going?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cThe ranch is doing well. That hard winter we had, with all that snow, is keeping our meadows and pastures green and lush. It\u2019s also providing a good supply of water.\u201d Ben put his hand on Paul\u2019s back and guided him into the house. \u201cCome on in. Hop Sing has fresh pot of coffee on.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Paul studied Ben as he walked with him to the house. He could see the dark circles under his eyes and the drawn, haggard look to Ben\u2019s face. \u201cBen, are you taking care of yourself?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cOf course I am. Why do you ask?\u201d Ben forced a smile that didn\u2019t come anywhere near to reaching his eyes.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cWhy do I ask? Well frankly, Ben, you look like death warmed over.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cIs that your professional opinion?\u201d Ben asked motioning for Paul to sit down.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cYes it is. Now, tell me about my good friend and his obstinate youngest son. What\u2019s going on, Ben?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Ben just about collapsed into his chair. \u201cWhat\u2019s not going on is a better question.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cThen nothing\u2019s changed?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cNo. That first morning when he came down for breakfast, he put up a fight with Adam over where he was going to sit. The only place was next to me, and that was the last place he wanted to be. Then he tried to tell us he wasn\u2019t hungry.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI told him\u2026\u201d Ben held up a hand to stop Paul.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cYes, you did. Hop Sing also made you a promise, and he kept it.\u201d Ben laughed, his first honest one in quite awhile. \u201cHe about scared us to death when he started in on Little Joe. You should have seen Little Joe\u2019s face when Hop Sing refused to leave until his plate was empty. He thought he was going to get away with his old trick of pushing his food around, but not that day. Now, Hop Sing stands there until Little Joe starts to eat, and continues to check on him throughout the meal.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI figured when I got that promise, Little Joe didn\u2019t stand a chance. What else has happened?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cAt the end of breakfast, I apologized, again.\u201d Ben looked down at his hands, finding it hard to go on.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cBen?\u201d Paul prodded.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Ben cleared his throat. \u201cHe basically told me that my apologies weren\u2019t welcome.\u201d Ben closed his eyes, lost in a memory from long ago. \u201cI\u2019ve always said that boy is so much like Marie, and he proved it to me again.\u201d Ben\u2019s voice became soft as he remembered a conversation long gone. \u201cYears ago before Little Joe was even born, Alex came to visit. He took an instant dislike to Marie, just like he did with Little Joe. I wanted to say something to Alex about it, but Marie wouldn\u2019t hear of it. She knew what that visit meant to me. She told me, \u2018No one can make you feel inferior unless you allow it, and I refuse to allow it.\u2019\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cThat sounds like Marie.\u201d Paul smiled at the memory of the beautiful, gracious, caring, yet srong-willed woman Ben married.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Ben nodded his head in agreement. \u201cThat morning after I tried to apologize, Little Joe said the same words to me, but with a slight difference. He told me, \u2018No one can make you feel inferior unless you allow it. And guess what? I allowed you. I let you make me feel less than nothing.\u2019 Paul, those words are burned into my brain and heart. I never thought I would make any of my sons feel like that.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cBen, you just need\u2026\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cDon\u2019t tell me I need to give him more time,\u201d Ben snapped. \u201cNo amount of time is going to repair what I\u2019ve done to him. He\u2019s just a boy, Paul. No matter how much he wants to believe otherwise, he\u2019s still a boy. My boy. I\u2019m his father, I\u2019m suppose to protect him from things like that. Instead of protecting him, I do it to him. I ripped his heart and soul right out of him. And what for!?\u201d By this point Ben was yelling and pacing the floor in front of the fireplace. \u201cBecause I wasn\u2019t man enough to stand up to Alex, and tell him my son is perfect just the way he is. But do I do that? No! I cowered to him.\u201d Ben stopped pacing and faced Paul. \u201cWhat was I afraid of, Paul? Was I afraid that he\u2019d take the strap to me, like he did just before I ran off and went to sea?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cBen, no one knows how the mind is going to react to things. You experienced years of abuse that was disguised as someone caring about you and who wanted to guide you through life.\u201d Paul was stopped by the look of disbelief on Ben\u2019s face. \u201cYes Ben, abuse. He abused you. Don\u2019t you think that\u2019s why you went to sea, and later moved out here? Subconsciously, you tried to get as far away from him as possible.\u201d Paul got up from the settee, went over to his dear friend and put a gentle hand on his shoulder. \u201cThis too, shall pass.\u201d When Ben\u2019s eyes met Paul\u2019s, Paul nodded his head. \u201cIt will, Ben. Maybe not as fast as you want, but it will be in the Good Lord\u2019s time and no faster than that.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Ben wiped away the moisture that was glistening in his eyes. \u201cThank you, Paul.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cMy pleasure, Ben. Now, where is that other patient of mine?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cHe\u2019s down at the corral. He walks out there each morning and supervises the work with the horses.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cWhy don\u2019t you send someone for him?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Ben nodded his head and walked out the door. When he saw a horse in front of the bunkhouse he headed over, rapped on the door then walked in. He found Hank there, putting on a clean shirt.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cEverything okay, Hank?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cYes, Sir. Dadburn jughead decided to take a chunk out of my shirt. I\u2019m just dang lucky he didn\u2019t get a piece of me.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Ben laughed. \u201cI\u2019d suggest you take a wide berth around that horse.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cHell, he comes near me again, I might just take a bite out of his hide.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cYou\u2019re just the man to do it, too,\u201d Ben laughed. \u201cSay, Hank, when you go back, send Little Joe back to the house. Tell him Dr. Martin\u2019s here to see him.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cWill do, Mr. Cartwright.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><strong>Chapter 74<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe walked into the house to find Ben and Dr. Martin talking over a cup of coffee.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cHi, Doc,\u201d Joe greeted.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Both men turned when they heard the door open. Paul watched how Joe studiously refused to acknowledge Ben, and kept his eyes on Paul.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cGood morning, Little Joe. How\u2019re you feeling today?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cAs good as new,\u201d Joe replied, without any type of enthusiasm.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe\u2019s answer and his body language bothered Paul. Normally, Joe\u2019s face would have been lit up in anticipation, and he would have been, literally, bouncing around begging to have the stitches removed and to be allowed to ride. The Joe before him was extremely sedate. There wasn\u2019t a smile, or even a hint of a bounce.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cLet\u2019s go up and take a look at your side,\u201d Paul suggested.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe led the way up the stairs and to his room. Paul looked at Ben and tried to give him a reassuring smile.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">_ _ _ _<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Paul followed Joe into his room. \u201cAlright, off with the shirt, and have a seat.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe pulled his shirt off and sat on the edge of his bed. Paul pulled a chair over, and examined the wound. He finally sat back with a smile. \u201cHow does it feel?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cOther than it itching all the time, it feels great.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cWell, if it\u2019s itching, then I\u2019ll have to do something about it. Maybe one of Hop Sing\u2019s poultices will help.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cDoc,\u201d Joe whined.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Paul sat there laughing at the look of horror on Joe\u2019s face.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cThat ain\u2019t funny,\u201d Joe grumbled.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cIf you would have seen your face, you would\u2019ve thought so.\u201d When Joe didn\u2019t even crack a smile, Paul sighed. \u201cAlright, let\u2019s get them out.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Paul pulled a pair of scissors and tweezers out of his bag. He removed the stitches and examined the area one more time.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cIt healed really well. Let me take a look at that arm, too.\u201d Paul looked it over with a grunt of satisfaction, then got up and walked away from the bed.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cCome here, Little Joe.\u201d When Joe was standing in front of him, Paul gave him a hard shove. Caught unaware, Joe took a few steps back before regaining his balance.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cHey, what\u2019s that for!\u201d Joe demanded.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cJust checking.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cCheckin\u2019 what?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI wanted to see if you\u2019ve actually gotten your strength back. According to that shove, I would say you\u2019re almost as good as new.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cCan I ride?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><em>Now, there\u2019s the Little Joe I know.<\/em>\u00a0\u201cYes, you can, but only Cochise, or other\u00a0<em>saddle<\/em>\u00a0horses.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cThanks, Doc,\u201d Joe said as he grabbed his shirt and started to put it back on.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cLittle Joe.\u201d Paul\u2019s voice was stern, immediately catching Joe\u2019s attention. \u201cYou are not to break any horses. You will stay off those for another three weeks. Got it?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI didn\u2019t plan on it, anyway.\u201d Joe walked out of his room and straight to the barn, leaving Paul standing in the middle of the room completely stunned. Something about Joe\u2019s last statement, and the way he said, it set off warning bells in Paul\u2019s mind.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">_ _ _ _<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">When Paul came down the stairs, Ben was already waiting for him. Before either man could say a word, they heard to sound of a horse leaving the yard fast\u2026very fast.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI take it, you told him he could ride.\u201d Ben said.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cYes, I did, but I didn\u2019t tell him he could ride like that. I\u2019ll tell you Ben, that boy of yours has no idea what the word fear means.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">The door slammed open and Hoss came bounding in. \u201cEveryone okay?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cWe\u2019re fine, why?\u201d Ben asked.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cThe way Little Joe tore outta here, you\u2019d of thought the house was burnin\u2019 down. I ain\u2019t never seen him ride like that.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cHow\u2019s that, Hoss?\u201d Paul asked.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cIt was like, um, he didn\u2019t care what could happen if there were an accident or somethin\u2019\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Paul shook his head. \u201cThat boy isn\u2019t making any sense. I told him he couldn\u2019t break any horses, and he acted like he didn\u2019t care, yet he rides out of here like that.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Ben and Paul looked at each other, their eyes filled with dread.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><strong>Chapter 75<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe rode hard until he noticed Cochise was beginning to tire, that\u2019s when he realized he was on the road to Virginia City. Joe slowed Cochise to walk and continued on the road to town. Once Joe reached Virginia City, he headed straight for the Bucket of Blood. Just before he entered Joe heard a voice call out to him. Turning around he saw Roy approaching him.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cLittle Joe, haven\u2019t seen you in quite a spell. I take it Doc\u2019s finally taken the leash off you.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cHe did just today, an\u2019 I plan on making the most of it.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cYou just stay out of trouble, you hear.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI heard ya.\u201d Joe turned and walked into the saloon.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Friends called greetings and good natured ribbing. Joe returned them with a smile and walked up to the bar. \u201cHey, Sam, could I get a beer?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Sam handed a mug to Joe. \u201cAre you feeling better, Little Joe?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cSure am, nothin\u2019 could be better, except maybe a good poker game an\u2019 a pretty girl.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Sam laughed at Joe\u2019s remark at and the mischievous smile on Joe\u2019s face. \u201cSay, Little Joe, about those damages\u2026\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cSorry, Sam, I forgot.\u201d Joe reached into his jacket and pulled out his wallet. \u201cHere\u2019s some of it. Is it okay if I send ya the rest a bit at a time?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Sam held up his hands. \u201cYou got me all wrong. I just wanted to let you know that all the damages have been paid for.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe cocked his head to the side. \u201cMy brother\u2019s father?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cWhat\u2019s the matter, Little Joe, you mad at him, or something?\u201d Sam said with a chuckle.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cYou could say that. What were you saying about the damages?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI just wanted to tell you they were paid. That Stroud fellow paid them for his kid.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe nodded his head in satisfaction, and threw some coins down on the bar. \u201cHere\u2019s for the beer.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cNo, that one\u2019s on the house.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cThanks Sam.\u201d Joe turned and surveyed the room. There was a poker game going on in the back corner.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe picked up his beer and walked over. \u201cMind if I join in?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">The men looked Joe up and down. They figured the boy in front of them would be easy pickings. \u201cSure, friend, have a seat.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe sat down at the table and was dealt in. One game turned into two, and continued. It happened to be Joe\u2019s lucky day, much to the displeasure of the other men at the table.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cThat\u2019s it, I\u2019m out,\u201d grumbled one of the men while Joe once again pulled his winnings towards him. \u201cYou got all my money, Kid.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cYou\u2019ve got to be the luckiest cuss around.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">The other men left the table leaving Joe sitting there alone. \u201cAnother beer, Sam,\u201d Joe called out.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Sally walked over to Joe, her hips swaying seductively. She set the beer down in front of Joe and herself in his lap. \u201cHaven\u2019t seen you around much, Little Joe,\u201d she purred as she ran her fingers through his hair.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI\u2019ve missed you too, Sally.\u201d Joe put one arm around her, while he lifted his beer with the other and took a drink.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI heard you got hurt awhile ago. You okay?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cGood as new.\u201d Joe gave her his most tantalizing smile, the one that made all the girls, not matter their age, weak in the knees. To prove how good he felt, Joe pulled Sally closer for a playful kiss.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cHey! What do you think you\u2019re doing? This here\u2019s my girl.\u201d A stranger new to Virginia City, pulled Sally off Joe\u2019s lap.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cLook fella, just cuz I had a drink with you last night, doesn\u2019t make me your girl.\u201d Sally tried to pull her arm away. \u201cLet go of me!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI think ya best let go of the lady,\u201d Joe demanded as he stood up.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cLady? I don\u2019t see no lady around here. Best mind your own business, Boy.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Before he could say another word, Joe\u2019s left fist introduced itself to the stranger\u2019s face, sending him staggering back.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">The man shook his head to clear it, then launched himself at Joe, catching Joe with right hook that sent Joe crashing into the table he\u2019d been sitting at, and right over it.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">This was the perfect outlet for all the anger that had been building up ever since the Strouds had set foot on the Ponderosa. Joe was up and barreled into the stranger, returning the favor, knocking him over a table. The man got up with a beer mug in his hand and threw it at Joe. Joe ducked the mug and it went sailing over the bar, barely missing the mirror by mere inches. It still did some damage when it smashed into several bottles of whiskey.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Charlie, one of the hands from the Ponderosa, had just walked in the door when Sam yelled at him. \u201cGo get the Sheriff!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Charlie took one look at the fight and took off at a run.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">A well aimed punch to Joe\u2019s stomach sent him to the floor. Joe kicked out at the stranger\u2019s feet, bringing him crashing down to the floor, giving Joe a chance to get up.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe and the stranger were well matched. Sam cringed each time he heard something break.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><strong>Chapter 76<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Roy came running through the door with Charlie on his heels. \u201cThat\u2019ll be enough!\u201d Roy yelled to no avail.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">When Roy pulled out his gun, Sam yelled at him: \u201cPlease, Roy, not that. I just had the ceiling fixed from the last time.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cAlright.\u201d Roy put his gun back in the holster and turned to Charlie. \u201cGive me a hand, Charlie.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Charlie grabbed the stranger under the arms, effectively stopping him. Joe was able to get in one more punch before Roy was able to get a hold of him.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cThat\u2019ll be enough, Little Joe!\u201d Once Joe stopped struggling, Roy looked around the room and shook his head. \u201cWell, I guess my peace and quiet\u2019s over.\u201d Roy let go of Joe, and turned towards the bar. \u201cSam?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cBoth, Roy.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cCharlie, help me get these two down to the jail.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cWhat?\u201d Joe squeaked.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cYou heard me, Little Joe. You\u2019re going to get that night I\u2019ve been promising you.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cYa can\u2019t do that,\u201d Joe protested.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cWatch me.\u201d Roy gave Joe a push towards the door.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe picked up his hat and slapped it against his leg to get the dirt off it. \u201cI can\u2019t believe you\u2019re goin\u2019 ta do this.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cBelieve it, Boy.\u201d Roy and Charlie marched Joe and the stranger to the jail, Joe and the stranger glared at the other the whole way.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Roy had the good sense to put each in a separate cell. \u201cNow you two, just settle down and keep quiet.\u201d Roy glared at Joe. \u201cAnd I don\u2019t want to hear one word out of you, Little Joe.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe opened his mouth to protest, but was cut short. \u201cI said, not one word.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Roy left the room and slammed the door behind him. Charlie was waiting for Roy by the desk.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cDo you want me to tell Mr. Cartwright, Sheriff?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cPlease, Charlie. Tell him he can come and collect his boy in the morning.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Charlie nodded his head and left the jail.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><strong>Chapter 77<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Adam and Hoss were in the barn finishing up some chores, while Ben sat at the small table on the porch trying to work on the ledgers, when Charlie rode into the yard.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cHey, Charlie,\u201d Hoss called out.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cHoss, Adam\u2026\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cCharlie,\u201d Adam said in greeting.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cMr. Cartwright, I have a message from Sheriff Coffee.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cOh, no,\u201d Ben moaned.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cWell\u2026 Little Joe was in a fight over at the Bucket of Blood,\u201d Charlie said, starting to deliver the message.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Both Adam and Hoss groaned.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cAnd?\u201d Ben prodded.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cSheriff Coffee said you can come and get him at the jail in the morning.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cThank you, Charlie.\u201d Once Charlie was gone Ben looked at Adam and Hoss. \u201cI\u2019m going to town and getting that brother of yours.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cPa, let him sit for tonight, it might do him some good. In the morning Hoss and I will go after him,\u201d Adam suggested.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Ben started to argue, but then saw the wisdom in Adam\u2019s suggestion. \u201cAlright Adam, it\u2019s probably for the best right now.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><strong>Chapter 78<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cHowdy, Boys,\u201d Roy greeted when Adam and Hoss walked into his office the next morning.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cRoy,\u201d Adam said in greeting.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cHi, Roy,\u201d Hoss said.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cSo, what did he do?\u201d Adam asked.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cTore up the saloon.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cIt hasn\u2019t even been twenty four hours since Dr. Martin gave him the okay to ride.\u201d Adam let out a frustrated sigh, lowered his head and pinched the bridge of his nose; he was feeling a headache coming on. \u201cWell, we can be sure of one thing.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cWhat\u2019s that, Adam?\u201d Hoss asked.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cIt\u2019s not Ramsey\u2019s fault.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cThat ain\u2019t funny, Adam,\u201d Hoss protested.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cNo, it isn\u2019t. What was it over this time?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cSally,\u201d Roy said.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cShould\u2019ve known. It\u2019s usually over a pretty gal.\u201d Hoss said.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cHe tore up the saloon pretty good this time. Ben\u2019s going to have quite a bill to pay.\u201d Roy informed them.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cJust tell Sam to send the bill to Pa.\u201d Adam shook his head in irritation. \u201cWe\u2019ll take him home, Roy.\u201d Adam looked at Hoss. \u201cHoss, go get his horse.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">_ _ _ _<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe looked up when he heard the door to the outer office open, and sat up on the cot, glaring at Roy when he unlocked the cell door. At the moment Joe was mad at the world, and that world included Roy.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cYou just going to sit there?\u201d Roy asked. Little Joe just raised his eyebrows, but didn\u2019t move. \u201cLet\u2019s go, Little Joe.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cAm I allowed to talk now?\u201d Joe\u2019s voice dripped with sarcasm.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cNo.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cYa know, ya can lock me up, but ya can\u2019t make me shut up,\u201d Joe challenged.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI\u2019d watch it, Boy. I can always change my mind and keep you here.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cOn what charge?\u201d Joe shouted.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cOn the charge of being a smart mouth.\u201d Roy was completely fed up with Joe. \u201cYou just watch that attitude or I might have to put you over my knee.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe visibly paled and slid further back on the cot away from Roy. He swallowed hard, but he didn\u2019t say a word. Joe knew his reaction to Roy\u2019s words wasn\u2019t logical, but he couldn\u2019t stop himself.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Roy was puzzled by Joe\u2019s reaction to his words. Just a minute ago he was belligerent and was ready to take on the world, now he looked like a frightened little boy.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cLittle Joe, what\u2019s wrong?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI\u2019m sorry, I\u2019ll be good,\u201d Joe promised. \u201cI\u2019ll be good,\u201d he repeated in a whisper.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Roy scratched his head; he was completely confused by Joe\u2019s words. \u201cCome on, Son, Adam\u2019s waiting for you.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe meekly followed Roy from the room.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cHey! What about me?\u201d the stranger called from his cell.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Roy turned to glare at the man. \u201cWhat about you?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cAren\u2019t you going to let me out?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI don\u2019t see anyone here to bail you out, so I guess you\u2019ll have to wait.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Roy shut the door to the cells, and turned to Adam. \u201cHe\u2019s all yours, Adam.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Adam looked at Joe\u2019s pale face and his heart skipped a beat, thinking that there was more to Joe\u2019s injuries other than the bruises.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cYou okay, Little Joe?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cYeah,\u201d Joe said in a soft voice.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cRoy?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cDon\u2019t know, Adam.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Before Adam could say another word Hoss walked through the door. \u201cI got Cochise.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cLittle Joe, go out with Hoss while I clear up some things with Roy.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe nodded his head and left the office. Hoss watched as Joe walked past him. This wasn\u2019t the belligerent brother they\u2019ve been dealing with over the past few weeks. This was the brother they had before the shooting.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cAdam?\u201d Hoss asked.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI don\u2019t know yet, go out and stay with him.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Once Hoss was gone from the office Adam turned to Roy. \u201cWhat happened, Roy?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI honestly don\u2019t know, Adam. One minute he\u2019s sassing me and the next he\u2019s as pale as a ghost.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI heard him yelling, and then it got real quite. Was something said?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cNot really. I told him I\u2019d keep him locked up for being a smart mouth, and told him if he didn\u2019t watch his attitude I\u2019d put him over my knee. That\u2019s when he became quiet and all.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cYou\u2019re joking, right?\u201d Adam said and closed his eyes.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cNo, I\u2019m not, but you know I\u2019d never do that to him, Adam.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Adam looked up saying a prayer that he had heard wrong. \u201cRoy, please \u2013 tell me you didn\u2019t say that to him,\u201d Adam pleaded.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cYes I did, I was hoping it would get him to pipe down.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cNow I understand,\u201d Adam groaned. He looked at Roy, took a deep breath and ever so slowly released it. \u201cPa, he\u2026 Well he\u2026\u201d Adam hedged, trying to find the right words to explain a difficult subject. \u201cAfter Little Joe hit Ramsey up at Marie\u2019s grave, Pa\u2026\u201d For once, Adam was at a loss for words. This was a touchy subject. Touchy &#8211; Hell, it was damn right volatile.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cHe what?\u201d Roy asked.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Adam just looked at Roy.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cHe didn\u2019t?\u201d Roy was able to piece together what Adam was trying to say. Between his words to Joe, his reaction and now Adam\u2019s reaction, Roy knew exactly what happened.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cHe did.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI would have thought Little Joe was too old for that.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cHe is. That\u2019s one of the things that\u2019s making the whole thing so hard for Little Joe to forget. If it weren\u2019t for that, I believe it would have blown over by now. Joe beating Ramsey to a pulp should have ended it.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI\u2019m sorry, Adam, I didn\u2019t know.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cOutside of Hoss and me, no one else knows, except the Strouds, and they\u2019re long gone.\u201d Adam slapped Roy on the shoulder. \u201cDon\u2019t worry about it, Roy. He\u2019ll forget you said it and be back in town giving you grief.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">With a weak smile for Roy, Adam walked out the door and saw that both his brothers were on their horses waiting for him. Adam watched Joe, he had his head down and his shoulders were slumped, his body language showed complete defeat.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cLittle Joe, can I have a word with you?\u201d Adam kept his voice soft and gentle, not wanting to add to Joe\u2019s despair.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe looked up at Adam; his face was still very pale. \u201cSure, Adam.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Adam watched Joe\u2019s posture when he dismounted and walked over to him. Joe didn\u2019t raise his head he kept his eyes glued to the ground as he walked towards him.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cGive us a minute, will you, Hoss?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cSure thing, Adam.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cLet\u2019s go over here, Little Joe, so we can talk.\u201d Adam indicated the alley next to the jail.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cCould you look at me?\u201d Adam asked, still keeping his tone soft and gentle, like he would if he was approaching a scared horse.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe raised his head, but his eyes couldn\u2019t meet Adam\u2019s. When Roy threatened to put Joe over his knee his mind involuntarily went back to that night in the barn. All the pain, hurt and confusion flooded his mind. He saw his father standing there with his belt in his hand. The shame, anger and disappointment weren\u2019t only in his words, but they were in Ben\u2019s eyes. The anger wasn\u2019t what hurt Joe the most, he\u2019d dealt with that before, it was his father telling him he was ashamed and disappointed with him. All Joe ever wanted to do was to make his father proud. Now, here Joe stood, again, with the threat looming over him. Then Adam was there\u2026<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cLittle Joe, you know Roy didn\u2019t mean what he said, don\u2019t you?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cNo, Adam, it wasn\u2019t Roy who said it, it was Pa,\u201d Joe whispered. \u201cI\u2026 I disappointed him again.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Adam caught Joe\u2019s used of the word \u2018Pa,\u2019 it wasn\u2019t \u2018Sir\u2019 or \u2018him,\u2019 it was \u2018Pa.\u2019\u00a0<em>Maybe there\u2019s still hope.\u00a0<\/em>Adam put his arm around his brother. \u201cLittle Joe, Pa\u2019s not here. It\u2019s just me and Hoss.\u201d Adam could feel the slight trembling in Joe\u2019s shoulders. \u201cYou have to believe me no one\u2019s going to do that to you again.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cBut, he\u2019s disappointed in me. He\u2019s ashamed of me.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cNo, Little Joe, he love\u2019s you and he\u2019s sorry for everything.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe shook his head. \u201cNo, he wants me to be perfect, an\u2019 I can\u2019t be.\u201d Joe finally looked at Adam. All the walls that Joe had erected since the shooting, to protect himself and shut everyone else out, were down. Adam could see the devastating pain that Joe felt and his heart broke for his little brother.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Adam pulled Joe close and wrapped his arms around him, while Joe clutched at Adam\u2019s back, seeking the comfort he\u2019d been denying himself for weeks. This was what Joe had been needing, craving, since the moment he came home that first night wet, exhausted and hurt. The person he needed it from the most turned his back on him, more than once. Joe\u2019s shoulders shook, but he didn\u2019t make a sound. Adam could feel the wetness on his shirt where Joe\u2019s head rested.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cIt\u2019s going to be okay, Little Buddy. I promise\u2026 it\u2019s going to be okay.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Adam held his brother until the silent sobs had subsided. Joe stepped back from Adam, he went to use his sleeve to wipe the tears from his face, but Adam was one step ahead of him and handed Joe his handkerchief. Joe accepted it and dried his face.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cYou ready to go now?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe nodded his head, unable to trust his voice.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Together the brothers walked out of the alley. Hoss looked at Adam with questioning eyes, wanting to know if their brother was okay. Adam nodded his head. The three left town riding side by side. Adam and Hoss instinctively flanked their brother.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><strong>Chapter 79<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">About half way home the color started to come back to Joe\u2019s face and with it came the defiance. He knew his fear was irrational, there wasn\u2019t anything to be afraid of anymore. He wouldn\u2019t ever let anyone do that to him again.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI didn\u2019t need ya two ta come and play nursemaid ta me.\u201d Joe was embarrassed about what happened in the alley and in Roy\u2019s office. He was furious with himself for letting Adam get that close. Joe was acting out, pushing everyone away in an act of self preservation. He didn\u2019t know how to open up anymore. But then again, he didn\u2019t want to. To do so would only bring pain again, overwhelming, life shattering pain.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">All those weeks that he had laid in bed he didn\u2019t care what happened to him anymore. He felt the need to run, to put as much distance between his father and himself, but he was incapable of doing it. Joe\u2019s world had always revolved around Ben. Ever since his mother died, Joe thought his father hung the moon. He had always thought he was loved unconditionally. Then, suddenly, there were conditions placed on that love. If Joe couldn\u2019t meet his father\u2019s conditions, that love was withheld. Joe had been devastated and he had been broken.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">When Dr. Martin\u2019s words sunk in, Joe hardened himself against the world. No longer would he care about anyone or anything, even himself. The only one who was an exception to this was Cochise. The horse was the only one who never let him down and understood how he felt. As a result Joe built up walls to protect himself and to keep everyone else out.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cWhat did ya plan on doin\u2019, stay locked up in Roy\u2019s jail until the judge came ta town?\u201d Hoss grumbled. He was always amazed at how quickly Joe could go from one emotion to the next. This time it angered him. Hoss saw how Joe opened up to Adam and had hoped things were going to come to an end. Now Joe was back to being mad at the world again.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0\u201cRoy would of let me out,\u201d Joe snarled.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cDon\u2019t even start with me, Little Joe,\u201d Hoss warned.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cWhat I do in town is my business, not yours.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cNot when you tear up the saloon,\u201d Adam admonished.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cWhat\u2019s it matter? He\u2019ll pay for it.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI\u2019m warning you, you\u2019re not going to start acting up in town,\u201d Adam ordered.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0\u201cWhat if I do?\u201d Joe snapped.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cYou\u2019ll keep a civil tongue in your mouth when you talk to me, Boy.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI ain\u2019t a boy, an\u2019 I\u2019m sick of everyone callin\u2019 me that!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">It was on the tip of Adam\u2019s tongue to ask if \u2018kid\u2019 was any better, but decided now wasn\u2019t the time.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cYa couldn\u2019t wait a little longer before startin\u2019 trouble?\u201d Hoss asked.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cWeren\u2019t my fault. That other guy shouldn\u2019t of grabbed Sally,\u201d Joe protested.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI think Sally can take care of herself,\u201d Hoss advised his brother.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe stared angrily at his brothers, kicked Cochise and took off.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cHe\u2019s spoilin\u2019 for a fight, Adam.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI know and it scares me. I think we\u2019re in for a lot of trouble.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cNot unless Pa put\u2019s his foot down.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cDo you really think that\u2019s going to happen? Little Joe\u2019s been nothing but insolent and Pa hasn\u2019t done anything about it.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cIn-si&#8230; What?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cInsolent. He\u2019s being quite rude, among other things.\u201d Adam explained.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cWhy didn\u2019t ya just say so?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI did\u2026 Oh, never mind. The point is, Pa\u2019s been letting Little Joe get away with being inso\u2026 rude to him ever since the shooting. I know he feels guilty, but doing a complete about face, and letting Little Joe run wild isn\u2019t going to make things better. He needs to do something and get Little Joe to talk to him.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI\u2019m not sure about that, Adam. I don\u2019t think he\u2019s running wild. I think Little Joe was just lettin\u2019 off some steam last night. He\u2019s been cooped up for so long, he\u2019s antsy right now. It\u2019ll be better tomorrow, you\u2019ll see.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI hope you\u2019re right.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><strong>Chapter 80<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe reached the house well before his brothers. He tied Cochise to the hitching rail in front of the house. \u201cI\u2019ll be back in a bit, Cooch\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe walked in the house and almost ran straight into Ben. \u201cLittle Joe, what happened?\u201d Ben reached out and placed his hand on the side of Joe\u2019s face to get a better look at the bruises.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe knocked his hand away, and pushed his way past Ben. A soft, heartfelt sigh escaped Ben when he turned to watch his son stomp up the stairs and slam the door to his room.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">_ _ _ _<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">When Adam and Hoss rode into the yard and dismounted, they noticed Cochise in front of the house.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cThat\u2019s strange. Wonder why Little Joe left his horse like that?\u201d Hoss pondered.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cIf he thinks we\u2019re going to take care of him, then he has another thing coming.\u201d Adam grumbled.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Only after they had their horses groomed, fed and watered did they go into the house.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Ben was sitting in his chair, looking completely dejected. He didn\u2019t even look up when Adam and Hoss entered.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cLittle Joe?\u201d Adam asked, even though he already knew the answer.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cYes.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Adam shook his head in disgust. \u201cI\u2019m going to go talk to him.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cHold up, Adam, let me. Ya go up there right now, an\u2019 a fuse is goin\u2019 ta be lit. I just don\u2019t know which and I don\u2019t think the house could handle that,\u201d Hoss reasoned with his brother.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cFine, you go.\u201d Adam turned away from the stairs and plopped down in the blue chair.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><strong>Chapter 81<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><strong>\u00a0<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><strong>\u00a0<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Hoss knocked on Joe\u2019s door. When there was no answer, he knocked again. \u201cLittle Joe, it\u2019s Hoss.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Still, there wasn\u2019t an answer. \u201cDon\u2019t matter,\u201d Hoss muttered. He opened the door and walked in. \u201cLittle Joe, I think we\u2026\u201d Hoss stopped in midsentence when he saw what Joe was doing.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Sitting on the bed were Joe\u2019s saddle bags and his satchel, and Joe was at his dresser pulling shirts from a drawer. Without even acknowledging Hoss, Joe walked over to the bed and dumped the shirts into the satchel.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cWhere do ya think you\u2019re goin\u2019?\u201d Hoss demanded.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Ignoring Hoss, Joe walked back to his dresser and grabbed his brushes. When he turned to add them to his satchel, Hoss grabbed his right arm and pulled Joe around to face him. \u201cI asked ya a question, Boy.\u201d Hoss was getting angry at Joe. The situation was serious, and Joe refused to even look at him.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cLet me go!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI ain\u2019t lettin\u2019 go until ya answer my question.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe tried to pull his arm free, but Hoss had a firm grip on him. In one movement Joe threw his brushes across the room, into the wall, pulled on his right arm while he pushed with his left. The movements startled Hoss and caught him by surprise. Hoss stumbled back, releasing Joe\u2019s arm.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cDadburn your ornery hide, Little Joe,\u201d Hoss shouted.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">_ _ _ _<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Ben and Adam both looked up the stairs when they heard what sounded like something hitting the wall.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cWhat the\u2026\u201d Adam broke off when he heard Hoss shouting.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Both men followed the noise up the stairs and to Joe\u2019s door. Ben\u2019s breath caught when he heard the argument coming from the room. \u201cDear Lord.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">_ _ _ _<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Once Joe was free from Hoss, he retrieved his brushes and threw them in his satchel. Joe grabbed it and his saddle bags off the bed and started for the door.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cAin\u2019t ya forgettin\u2019 something\u2019 important?\u201d Hoss held a silver picture frame and locket in his hand.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe spun around and glared at Hoss. \u201cGive \u2018em ta me!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cNope.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe stomped over to Hoss and made a grab for his mother\u2019s pictures, only to have Hoss raise them out of reach.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI said, give \u2018em ta me!\u201d Joe shouted.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cNot until ya tell me where ya think you\u2019re think you\u2019re goin\u2019,\u201d Hoss insisted.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI\u2019m leavin\u2019,\u201d Joe said stating the obvious.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cWell, that tells me what you\u2019re doin\u2019, but not where you\u2019re goin\u2019.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cFine!\u201d Joe snapped and turned back to the door.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI know ya ain\u2019t goin\u2019 to walk out that there door an\u2019 leave these behind, Little Brother. They\u2019re your most prized possessions.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe\u2019s shoulders sagged in defeat, Hoss had called his bluff. Joe hung his head and closed his eyes. \u201cI don\u2019t know,\u201d he mumbled.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI didn\u2019t catch that,\u201d Hoss pushed.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI said, I don\u2019t know!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cIf ya don\u2019t know where you\u2019re goin\u2019, then why are ya leavin\u2019?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cCuz I can\u2019t stay here. Now that I can ride, I\u2019m leavin\u2019\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Hoss scuffed at the floor with the toe of his boot. \u201cLittle Joe, the Ponderosa has been your home your whole life. You belong here, she\u2019s in your blood. How can ya up an\u2019 leave?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cHow can I stay?\u201d Joe dropped the bags on the floor with a sigh and walked over to the window. \u201cI don\u2019t wanna leave, Hoss. But how can I stay with everythin\u2019 that\u2019s happened?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cLittle Joe, ya know Pa didn\u2019t mean nothin\u2019 by it.\u201d Hoss protested.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cDidn\u2019t mean nothin\u2019 by it?!\u201d Joe shouted and he spun around. \u201cSo all them extra chores I got didn\u2019t mean nothin\u2019? I guess that tannin\u2019 didn\u2019t mean nothin\u2019 either!?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cCome on, Little Joe, Ya know there was a lot of things involved with it.\u201d Hoss tried to reason with his brother.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cLike what, Hoss?\u201d Joe demanded.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cThe Strouds\u2026\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cThe Strouds!\u201d Joe snapped. \u201cYour father had so little faith in me, that he took everthin\u2019 that Ramsey said as the truth!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cHe\u2019s your father too, and don\u2019t ya go forgettin\u2019 it!\u201d Hoss said, his temper rising.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cNo he\u2019s not! He left that title in the barn that night.\u201d Joe looked down at his feet, took a deep breath and slowly released it. \u201cLook, Hoss I gotta go. Would ya please give those ta me?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Hoss looked at the picture in his hand. \u201cCan ya really leave her, Little Joe?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cHoss\u2026\u201d One word, just one word, but if was packed with sorrow and a plead for understanding.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cCan ya? Can ya leave the one person ya tell\u00a0<em>everything<\/em>\u00a0ta?\u201d Hoss knew he was hitting below the belt, but he would do whatever it took to keep Joe from leaving. Hoss knew if Joe left, he\u2019d never come back, and would never be able to work things out with Ben. His family would be torn apart forever.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cCuz, that\u2019s exactly what you\u2019d be doin\u2019\u201d Hoss saw Joe\u2019s shoulder\u2019s slump and knew he was getting through to Joe.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cHoss, please\u2026\u201d Joe begged.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI can understand your reasons for wanting to leave, but I hope ya thought it through. Pa\u2019s not the only one you\u2019re goin\u2019 leave behind. You\u2019re leavin\u2019 Adam and me too. How do ya think we\u2019re gonna feel?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Adam was standing in the doorway listening to the conversation and decided it was time to add his voice. \u201cYeah, Joe, how do you think I\u2019ll feel if you just up and leave?\u201d Adam walked into the room and over to where his younger brothers stood. \u201cDon\u2019t you think your leaving is going to hurt me? If that\u2019s what you think, let me set you straight on that matter. It will hurt me\u2026 a lot.\u201d Adam was doing something he rarely did. He was showing his feelings. \u201cYou\u2019re my little brother, how could it not hurt. I would always worry about you. I\u2019d always wonder if you were all right, if you were in trouble, or if you needed me.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI feel the same way, Little Joe. It\u2019d be like a part of me died if you leave.\u201d Hoss stopped and gave Joe a sad pitiful smile. \u201cBesides if you leave Hop Sing will up and quit, he\u2019ll go back to China, cuz Number Three son left.\u201d Hoss walked over to Joe, put his hand on Joe\u2019s shoulder and gave it a gentle squeeze.\u201d Please, don\u2019t leave,\u201d Hoss pleaded.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Adam also put his hand on Joe\u2019s other shoulder and gave it a gentle squeeze. \u201dDon\u2019t leave, stay with us\u2026\u201d Adam paused to let his words sink in before he added what he hoped would be the ultimate plea. \u201cDon\u2019t leave Marie.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe looked up at his brothers, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. He felt torn apart. He didn\u2019t want to leave his brothers and he especially didn\u2019t want to leave his mother. But on the other hand, he didn\u2019t want to stay with his father. What was he to do?<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">A warm, gentle breeze bringing the scent of the spring evening with it, came in through Joe\u2019s open window and brushed across Joe\u2019s cheek. Joe brought a hand up to his cheek where the breeze had caressed it. Joe felt warmth and sense of being loved flow through him. He looked at his brothers and saw the love shining in their eyes, and he knew what his decision was.\u00a0<em>It\u2019s a big house an\u2019 even bigger ranch.<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI\u2019ll stay on one condition.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Adam raised his eyebrows in question.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cIt\u2019s only you and Hoss that I deal with. I\u2019ll stay here, but it\u2019s the two of you that give me my work assignments. I don\u2019t want anything to do with him.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Adam smiled at Joe before looking at Hoss and his smile grew bigger. \u201cYou heard him, Hoss. He just gave me permission to tell him what to do.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI heard \u2018im all right.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe looked at both of them and frowned. \u201cMaybe I should just go, anyway.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cNO!\u201d both men yelled at the same time.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cHere, let me help ya unpack.\u201d Hoss picked up the satchel and dumped the content out on Joe\u2019s bed.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">_ _ _ _<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Outside in the hall Ben released the breath he didn\u2019t realize he was holding. He looked up and mouthed \u201cThank you.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><strong>Chapter 82<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">The next morning Joe came down to breakfast and took his normal seat.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cGood morning, Joseph,\u201d Ben said as Joe sat down.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe acted like he never heard Ben. This attitude continued throughout the whole meal; Joe didn\u2019t acknowledge Ben\u2019s presence in any way. After last night Ben knew he was treading on eggshells and wasn\u2019t going to do anything to risk losing his son.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><em>As long as he\u2019s here there\u2019s a chance we can repair what I tore apart<strong>.\u00a0<\/strong><\/em>Ben told himself.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cHoss, I need you to go to town for supplies and the mail.\u201d Ben started handing out the assignments for the day.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cSure thing, Pa.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cAdam, go out to the timber camp and see where we\u2019re at. I want to make sure we\u2019re on schedule for the Gould and Curry contract.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Adam nodded his head as he drank his coffee.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cLit\u2026Joseph, I would like you to ride out to the south pasture and see how the grazing is holding up, or if we need to move the herd.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cHoss, ya goin\u2019 ta eat those last few pancakes,\u201d Joe asked as he started to grab the pancakes in question, ignoring Ben, but he was too slow. Hoss\u2019 stabbed them with his fork and had them on his plate before Joe\u2019s fork was even half way there.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cJoseph, did you hear me?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cHey! Ain\u2019t you had enough already?\u201d Joe protested.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Ben sighed and looked to Adam for help.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cLittle Joe, I need you to go out to the south pasture and check on the grazing.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cNo problem, Adam.\u201d Joe looked at the pancakes that Hoss was devouring and shook his head. \u201cSince Hoss decided he needs fourths I may as well get started.\u201d Joe laid his napkin on his plate and stood up. \u201cSee ya, Brothers.\u201d He grabbed his hat and gun belt and was out the door.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><strong>Chapter 83<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Hearing whoops and cheers coming for the corral, Adam turned Sport, curious to find out who was causing such a commotion with his ride. He saw Joe on a horse and sat back on Sport to watch the show.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cRide him, Little Joe!\u201d the hands at the corral yelled. Joe was on the horse that had tried to take a chunk out of Hank the day before.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">A twist, a sharp right and a hard buck had Joe rolling on the ground. He jumped to his feet and dusted himself off.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Adam grimaced when Joe hit the ground, but it quickly became a smile when Joe was back on his feet and asking for more.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cGet \u2018im back in there, Hank. I want another try at \u2018im.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Once they had the horse in the chute, Joe climbed on and made sure he had a good grip on the rope. \u201cLet \u2018im go!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">The door swung open and the horse was out in a blink of an eye. Even though Joe had been away from the horses for over a month, he had found his balance earlier in the day and now he rode the horse like there was no tomorrow.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Adam smiled while he watched his brother. Watching Joe on a bronc was like watching poetry in motion. \u201cNo one can sit a horse like that boy,\u201d Adam told Sport. Adam joined in with the cheers when Joe rode the horse to a standstill.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cGreat ride, Little Joe,\u201d Adam called out to Joe.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe looked up to see Adam sitting on Sport, smiling. Joe waved at him and made his way over to the fence.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cThis doesn\u2019t look like the south pasture,\u201d Adam joked.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201c\u2019Cuz it ain\u2019t. I finished up there and decided to give Hank a helping hand.\u201d The smile on Joe\u2019s face shone brightly through the dust on his face. It was the first honest smile Adam had seen in a long time.\u00a0<em>Leave it to Little Joe to be his happiest on a wild horse,<\/em>\u00a0Adam thought while he returned the smile.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cYou\u2019ve been here most of the day?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cSure have,\u201d Joe acknowledged, his smile growing even bigger. \u201cGot here late morning.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cSo you didn\u2019t have any lunch?\u201d Things were still touch and go when it came to Joe eating.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI had lunch with the men.\u201d Joe saw the doubtful look on Adam\u2019s face. \u201cHonest. You can ask them if you want.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI believe you. It\u2019s getting late, why don\u2019t you call it a day and head home with me, Hop Sing should have dinner ready soon.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cYou got it, Adam.\u201d Joe turned back to the corral. \u201cLet\u2019s call it a day, Boys.\u201d Joe grabbed Cochise\u2019s reins and swung up into the saddle. \u201cRace you home,\u201d Joe challenged and was off in a flash. Adam watched how Joe rode without any regard for his own safety, he gave Sport a kick and was off, but with quite a bit more control.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">The ride back to the house was a short one. When Adam reached the yard and started for the barn, he saw Joe standing next to the hitching rail with Cochise.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cBit slow there, Older Brother.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cYou best watch it, Younger Brother, remember I\u2019m the one who gives out the work. I\u2019m sure I can find a water hole or two that needs to be cleaned.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cGee, thanks.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">When Joe turned towards the house Adam called out stopping him. \u201cJoe, aren\u2019t you going to take care of Cochise?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI will after I get some of this dust off me.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><strong>Chapter 84<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe came bounding down the stairs washed and in clean clothes. Adam looked at him and raised an eyebrow, in the way that only Adam could do. \u201cYou going somewhere?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cSure am.\u201d Joe picked up his gun belt and started strapping it on.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Ben looked at Adam with questioning eyes. Adam shook his head and shrugged.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cWhat about dinner?\u201d Adam asked.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI\u2019ll get dinner in town.\u201d Joe saw the look on Adam\u2019s face. \u201cI\u00a0<em>promise<\/em>.\u201d When Joe said the last word he looked Ben straight in the eye, daring him to say something.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Unable to continue looking at the condemnation in Joe\u2019s eyes, Ben looked away. When Ben turned away, Joe grabbed his hat and jacket.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cDo you think going to town is a good idea after last night?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI don\u2019t plan on causin\u2019 trouble.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cYou never do,\u201d Hoss piped in.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cLook, I\u2019m goin\u2019 ta town, an\u2019 I ain\u2019t gonna get into any trouble.\u201d Joe lowered his tone, hoping to keep peace with his brothers.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI would think you\u2019d be too tired after checking on the herd then working with the horses.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cWhat horses?\u201d Ben asked, dreading to hear the answer.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cLittle Joe was out at the corral most of the day. He was able to break that jughead who tried to eat Hank,\u201d Adam said with a hint of pride.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cWhat?!\u201d Ben stood up and looked at Joe, who\u2019s only response was to put his hat on and walk out the door.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cJOSEPH!\u201d Ben bellowed and went after his youngest son.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">By the time Ben was out the door, Joe was swinging up onto Cochise, who was already in motion.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cJoseph!\u201d Ben yelled again, only this time out of worry instead of irritation. He had never seen Joe ride like he had just done\u2026 Reckless and without restraint.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cPa, is something wrong?\u201d Adam asked, standing behind Ben.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Ben spun around and glared at Adam. \u201cYou know what\u2019s wrong!\u201d Ben charged before stomping back into the house.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Hoss had to jump aside or risk being plowed over.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cAdam?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cYou got me.\u201d Adam walked back into the house to find Ben pacing in front of the fireplace.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Adam nudged Hoss in the side and tipped his head towards Ben.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Hoss\u2019 eyes widened. He shook his head and mouthed \u201cYou.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Adam sighed in frustration.\u00a0<em>Why is it always me? Just once I\u2019d like to be the youngest.\u00a0<\/em>\u201cPa, I know I\u2019m not always the brightest one around,\u201d Adam said trying to inject some humor into the tense atmosphere. \u201cBut could you tell us what it is that has you so upset.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Ben stopped his pacing and looked at his sons. The confusion they felt was written all over their faces. Ben took a deep breath and slowly released it. \u201cLittle Joe\u2019s not allowed to be on any of those broncs until Paul lets him. He was told this yesterday.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cOh lordy,\u201d Hoss groaned.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI didn\u2019t know, Pa,\u201d Adam apologized.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cWas he thrown?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cYes, at least once. I got there just before he was thrown the last time.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cWas he okay?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">He seemed to be, and judging by the way he came down those stairs and rode off, I\u2019d say he\u2019s just fine.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cDinner ready,\u201d Hop Sing announced coming out from the kitchen.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cAin\u2019t those the prettiest words you\u2019ve ever heard, Adam?\u201d Hoss said and started for the table, hoping to change the subject and the oppressive atmosphere that was hanging over the room.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Hop Sing looked around the room and frowned. \u201cWhere Li\u2019le Joe?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cHe went to town, Hop Sing. I don\u2019t know how you could\u2019ve missed that exit,\u201d Adam said with just a hint of sarcasm.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cWas in cellar, no hear nothing.\u201d With a few choice words in Chinese, Hop Sing left the room.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><strong>Chapter 85<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">The first stop Joe made in Virginia City was Daisy\u2019s Caf\u00e9. After a good meal and an even better conversation with Daisy, Joe headed for the Bucket of Blood.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">On his way Joe spotted Mitch picking up his family\u2019s mail. \u201cHey, Mitch, wait up,\u201d Joe called and made a beeline for his friend.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Mitch was just putting the mail in his saddle bag when he heard Joe call out to him. \u201cHi, Little Joe. Good to see you up and about, Old Buddy.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cBuy ya a beer,\u201d Joe offered, longing to spend some time with his friend that he hadn\u2019t seen in what felt like years.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cIf you\u2019re buyin\u2019, I\u2019m drinkin\u2019. Seth and Tuck are supposed to meet me there.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe groaned. \u201cGuess I\u2019m buyin\u2019 for all of us. But only one round, ya hear?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">When the two friends entered the saloon, Sam looked up from where he was polishing glasses and frowned. \u201cLittle Joe, why don\u2019t you just\u2026\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe held up his hands in front of himself. \u201cEasy, Sam, I\u2019m not gonna cause trouble\u00a0<em>tonight<\/em>,\u201d Joe said interrupting Sam.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cSee that you don\u2019t!\u201d Sam warned, not catching the emphasis Joe put on \u2018tonight\u2019.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cMitch, Little Joe, over here,\u201d Tuck called.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cBe right there.\u201d Joe turned to Sam. \u201cFour beers, Sam.\u201d Joe tossed some money on the bar, grabbed two of the beers, while Mitch grabbed the other two.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cHear you had some trouble at home awhile ago,\u201d Seth asked.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe took a long drink from his beer before answering. \u201cIf you mean a visit from the Devil an\u2019 his son, then yeah we had a lot of trouble,\u201d Joe said bitterly.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cYeah, that\u2019s what I mean. Heard you took Ted on cuz of that.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cOh, I took him on alright, and plenty of extra chores ta boot.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cWhy\u2019d you get extra chores? From what I heard you didn\u2019t start it.\u201d Mitch added.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cDidn\u2019t matter, I was in a fight an\u2019 I had Ramsey with me.\u201d Joe finished off his beer and called for another.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI can\u2019t believe you\u2019re in town today. I heard you\u2019re responsible for this.\u201d Tuck waved his arm indicating the damage from the night before that hadn\u2019t been repaired yet. \u201cWhat you do, climb out your window, again?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cNope, walked down the stairs an\u2019 right out the door.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cYou mean your Pa let you?\u201d Tuck was astonished at this miracle.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cHe didn\u2019t have a say in the matter,\u201d Joe responded.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Mitch, Tuck and Seth looked at each other. This was unheard of, Ben Cartwright always had a say when it came to his sons.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI guess it\u2019s my turn to buy,\u201d Seth said trying to fill the silence that had descended.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">The four friends talked for hours, trying to catch up on all that had happened.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cYou mean to tell me that Jenny is seeing Trevor Benson?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cShe sure is,\u201d Mitch confirmed.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cWhat does she see in him? He\u2019s just so\u2026so\u2026 I don\u2019t know. He works in the bank, after all.\u201d Joe complained.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cIs that jealousy I hear?\u201d Mitch teased.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cNo,\u201d Joe protested. He started to squirm as his fiends continued to stare at him. \u201cYeah, ok I\u2019m jealous. I just can\u2019t believe I lost my chance.\u201d \u00a0Joe finished off his beer and motioned for another. \u201cThat just one more thing ta add ta the list,\u201d he muttered.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">One by one the friends parted ways until only Joe was left sitting at the table.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe called for another beer. He sat back, slowly drank his beer and contemplated his life. Joe stared into his beer, looking for answers to all the questions he\u2019s had since the Strouds arrived, but the only one who could supply the answers Joe was refusing to talk to.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">_ _ _ _<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">It was late in the night when Joe looked around and realized there weren\u2019t many people left in the saloon. A poker game was going on at one of the tables and some of the girls were drinking with the other men that remained. No one approached Joe, instinctively knowing he wasn\u2019t receptive to any company, no matter how pretty she might be. Joe looked at the glasses on the table in front of him and shook his head. He got up from the table, put his hat on his head and walked out of the saloon.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Cochise was waiting patiently for him. \u201cSorry about that, Cooch.\u201d Joe pulled himself up into the saddle. \u201cI guess it\u2019s time to go home. Everyone\u2019s should be in bed by now.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><strong>Chapter 86<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Inside the house, a lone occupant sat by the fire, waiting. He looked at the clock when he heard the slow, steady sound of a horse approaching. He continued to wait until he heard the slow, not so steady sound of boots approaching the door. When Joe entered the house, Ben waited until he hung his hat and removed his gun belt. Joe had started for the stairs when he was stopped by his father\u2019s voice.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cIt\u2019s a little late isn\u2019t it, Joseph?\u201d Ben asked, keeping his voice soft and gentle.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe spun around to face his father, and stumbled. Joe wasn\u2019t completely drunk, but he wasn\u2019t close to being sober either.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cDoes it matter?\u201d he snapped.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cYes it does\u2026 Joe.\u201d Ben yearned to go back to the familiar \u2018Little Joe\u2019 and away from the now hated \u2018Joseph\u2019 he\u2019d been told to use. Ben had decided to try something in between the two.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe looked at his father, not sure what to say. \u201cWhat are ya gonna do about it? Use your belt again!?\u201d Joe challenged.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cNo, Joe, What I did was unforgivable\u2026\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cYou\u2019re damn right it was.\u201d Joe looked at his father with eyes as cold as the hardest Sierra winter in history, before continuing in a voice dripping with sarcasm. \u201cNow if you don\u2019t mind, Sir, I\u2019m going to bed.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe staggered up the stairs and came face to face with his brothers at the top of the stairs. Adam and Hoss stood shoulder to shoulder effectively blocking Joe\u2019s path.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cMove,\u201d Joe demanded.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cCan\u2019t do that, Little Joe,\u201d Hoss told his brother.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI suggest you go back down and apologized to, Pa.\u201d Adam instructed.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cNot in this lifetime,\u201d Joe slurred and pushed past his brothers.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cWhy do I feel we\u2019re no better off than we were when the Strouds were here? Only this time it\u2019s reversed,\u201d Hoss asked.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cBecause we\u2019re not. I wish I knew what to do to get through to him.&#8221; Adam looked at Joe\u2019s door. \u201cHoss, we need to talk,\u201d Adam told his brother and they headed for Adam\u2019s room.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><strong>Chapter 87<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">The next morning, after breakfast was over, the brothers were in the barn saddling their horses, not a word was exchanged between them. Hoss started to lead Chubb out when Adam caught his eye, shook his head, and tipped his head towards Joe. Hoss gave a slight nod that he understood and turned back to Chubb and started to adjust his saddle. Joe finished with Cochise, led him out of the barn, and once more rode out of the yard leaving a cloud of dust behind him.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cWhat\u2019s up, Adam?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cDo you think you can be back here before lunch?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cYeah, I guess so. Why?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Adam closed his eyes before continuing. \u201cI want us to have a talk with Pa about Little Joe.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cWell, if that\u2019s why, then I\u2019ll make sure I\u2019m here.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI just hope this talk goes better than the last one I had with Pa about Little Joe.\u201d Adam and Hoss led their horses out of the barn, and headed off in separate directions.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">_ _ _ _<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Just before lunch, Adam rode up to the house to find Hoss waiting for him.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI was wonderin\u2019 if ya chickened out,\u201d Hoss laughed.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cIn some ways I wish I had.\u201d Adam tied Sport to the hitching rail and started for the house. \u201cWe may as well get it over with.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Adam and Hoss walked into the house, hung up their hats and took off their gun belts.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cHey, Pa?\u201d Hoss yelled.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI\u2019m right here, you don\u2019t need to yell, Hoss,\u201d Ben called out.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Ben was sitting at his desk working on some contracts to supply horses to the army. Adam and Hoss came around the corner and each sat down in one of the chairs in front of the desk.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Ben looked up at his sons. \u201cIs something wrong?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Adam and Hoss looked at each other, Adam inclined his head towards Ben, and Hoss shook his head no.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI did it last time,\u201d Adam mouthed.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cWell, what is it?\u201d Ben demanded.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cWell, Pa, we\u2026er, Adam an\u2019 I were talkin\u2019 an\u2019 we felt we needed ta talk with ya about what\u2019s goin\u2019 on with Little Joe,\u201d Hoss hedged.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cWhat about him?\u201d Ben was curious about what had his sons so tongue tied, but he was also concerned about his youngest son.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Hoss looked to Adam for help. Adam rolled his eyes at his brother.\u00a0<em>Once again it falls to me.<\/em>\u00a0\u201cPa, Hoss and I have talked about it, and, well, we don\u2019t like how things are with Little Joe.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cAnd just how are things with Little Joe?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cYou\u2019re pampering him, Pa. You\u2019re letting him get away with everything. He\u2019s rude to you, or just completely ignores your presence, and you ignore it. He was in that fight the other day and you didn\u2019t do anything about it. Last night he didn\u2019t come in until after one, and all you did was\u00a0<em>ask<\/em>\u00a0him if it wasn\u2019t a bit late. You then let him get away with being belligerent with you. The things he said were completely out of line.\u201d Adam paused and waited for his father to respond. When he didn\u2019t, Adam continued. \u201cBefore the Strouds came here you would never have tolerated that type of behavior from any of us. Little Joe would have extra chores piled on top of his normal ones, that is once you were done with the lecture. Yet, you didn\u2019t say a word.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cHe also never acted like this before the Strouds came.\u201d Ben looked at his two oldest sons before he continued. \u201cWhat would you have me do, Adam? Give him a tanning?\u201d Ben asked his voice bitter and full of self condemnation.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cIsn\u2019t that going a bit overboard?\u201d Adam asked sarcastically.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cYou watch your tone with me, young man!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cThat\u2019s the point here, Pa. You\u2019re willing to discipline Hoss or myself, but not Little Joe.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI can\u2019t, Adam. I put him through so much; he\u2019s just acting out right now. He\u2019ll come around, just like everyone keeps telling me. I have to believe that. If I take a stand right now it\u2019ll just push him away. I can\u2019t take that chance. What if he decides to leave again? Do you think that you\u2019d be able to talk him out of it, again? I don\u2019t and that\u2019s not a chance I\u2019m willing to take.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Ben stood and walked away from the desk. As was becoming his habit of late, he walked over to the fireplace and stared into the flames for awhile before turning back to his sons.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI can\u2019t do it, Adam. I can\u2019t chance pushing him farther away. He\u2019s still here and I\u2019m thankful for that, even if he does have that attitude. He\u2019s home with me, and that tells me I still have a chance.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cBut, Pa,\u201d Hoss started to protest.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Ben held up his hand to stop Hoss. \u201cNo, Hoss. I\u2019m his father, and right now that\u2019s my decision. Is that understood?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cYes, Sir,\u201d Both Adam and Hoss answered.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><strong>Chapter 88<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">The next morning everyone was at the table for breakfast, everyone that is except Joe. Ben waited, but there wasn\u2019t any sign that he was coming down. No noise, no nothing.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Ben turned to Hoss. \u201cHoss, would you go and get your brother?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Hoss looked at Adam. \u201cI\u2019ll draw straws with you.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cNope,\u201d Adam said while he sipped his coffee.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cMatches?\u201d Hoss pleaded. Getting Joe up on a good day was always a fight, but when he was in a black mood, the meanest bear couldn\u2019t hold a candle to him.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cNope. I\u2019m going to sit here and enjoy my coffee. Besides, you don\u2019t want me going up there, a fuse might be lit and the house would never survive that.\u201d Adam grinned at Hoss.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cGood excuse,\u201d Hoss grumbled.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">_ _ _ _<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Hoss pounded on Joe\u2019s door. \u201cYa up!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">When there was no answer, Hoss opened the door. \u201cYa just can\u2019t make things easy, can ya?\u201d Hoss asked the lump on the bed.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe was lying on his side, facing away from the door. Hoss walked over to the window and snapped the shade open letting the bright sunlight shine into the room. There still wasn\u2019t a response. \u201cLITTLE JOE!\u201d Hoss bellowed.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe muttered something and snuggled deeper into his pillow. Hoss shook his head and walked over to the bed. Joe was tangled up in his blankets as usual. With a smile, Hoss grabbed hold of them and pulled\u2026hard. The blankets fell to the floor bringing Joe crashing down with them.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cHey!\u201d Wide awake now Joe glared at Hoss. \u201cWhat\u2019s the bright idea?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cBreakfast\u2019s ready.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe rubbed at his eyes. \u201cGive me a minute an\u2019 I\u2019ll be down.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cMake sure ya are, or else,\u201d Hoss threatened, when he left the room.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">_ _ _ _<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Breakfast was much like it was the day before, only this time Adam told Joe what he was going to do without a word from Ben. After the meal was over they headed for the barn to start their day.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cAfter I finish up today I\u2019m goin\u2019 out an\u2019 work at the corral,\u201d Joe told Adam and Hoss while he saddled Cochise.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cNo ya ain\u2019t, Little Joe,\u201d Hoss informed his brother.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cWhy not?\u201d Joe demanded.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cBecause Dr. Martin told you, you couldn\u2019t, and until he says otherwise you will stay off those horses,\u201d Adam explained.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe glared at Adam before leading Cochise out of the barn and tearing out of the yard. Adam and Hoss ran to the barn door, but all they saw was a cloud of dust where Joe had been.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><strong>Chapter 89<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Once Joe finished the work Adam had assigned him, he headed straight for the corral, completely ignoring what Adam told him about staying away from the corral.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">When Joe got to the corral he grabbed his chaps and put them on. \u201cHey, Hank, I\u2019ll take the next one.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cYou got it, Little Joe,\u201d Hank replied with a smile on his face.\u00a0<em>Now, the excitement will really begin. No one can ride like that boy.<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe climbed up on the fence when the next horse was put in the chute. He eased himself onto the horse, which immediately started trying to buck.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cYou\u2019ve got your work cut out for you on this one.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe was finally ready and signaled for the horse to be released. It shot out of the chute like a ball of fire. Joe rode the horse like he didn\u2019t have a care in the world. The horse was finally able to get rid of the unwanted burden on its back when Joe fell to the ground, shoulder first. He laid on the hard ground of the corral trying to catch his breath. The men were able to direct the horse away from Joe, while Hank ran over to him.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cYou alright, Little Joe?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe sat up and rotated his shoulder. He was able to move it without a problem, except for a small amount of pain.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cJust fine, but I\u2019m gonna have one heck of a bruise.\u201d Joe pulled himself to his feet and looked at the horse. \u201cGet \u2018im back in.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cYou sure about that? You took a pretty good fall.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cYeah, I\u2019m sure. The two of us have an understand\u2019 ta come ta.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cAnd what\u2019s that?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cWho\u2019s boss.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Hank laughed as he turned away. \u201cThis I gotta see.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe was back on the horse, each was determined to show the other who was boss. It was a battle of wills between horse and man. Joe met each buck and twist, moving with the flow. Suddenly, a buck from the horse had Joe leaning forward when it threw its head back, catching Joe with a glancing blow on the cheek right next to his nose. Joe was on the ground in an instant. He rolled away, grabbed his face and curled up in a ball with blood\u00a0 dripping from between his fingers.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cJoe\u2026\u201d Hank could see the blood and was instantly concerned. \u201cRed, get up to the house and get Mr. Cartwright.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cNO!\u201d Joe yelled, his voice muffled by his hands.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Hank shook his head. \u201cLet me take a look and we\u2019ll see how bad it is.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">With Hank\u2019s help Joe was able to sit up. He slowly lowered his hands. Blood was still running from his nose while Hank pinched his way down, trying to determine if it was broken or not.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cOw!\u201d Joe protested.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cEither hold still or I\u2019ll send someone up to the house.\u201d Hank continued to examine Joe\u2019s nose and his cheek. Hank had been working on the ranch and around horses for too many years to count. Out of necessity, he had learned to tell what a broken nose, and other body parts, felt like. He had had enough of his own to be an expert.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI can\u2019t believe it. I would\u2019ve thought for sure it was broken, but you sure do have a bleeder.\u201d Hank pulled out his handkerchief and handed it to Joe, who gladly accepted it. Joe held it to his nose until the bleeding finally stopped.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe felt around his nose and cheek. \u201cWell, there\u2019s another bruise to add to my shoulder.\u201d Hank gave Joe a hand up, and once he was on his feet Joe looked around the corral. He spotted the horse in a corner of the corral, boxed in by a couple of the men. \u201cGet that blasted thing back in there!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI think you should call it a day, Little Joe. I think it\u2019d be a good idea what with that nose and all,\u201d Hank suggested.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cMy nose is fine, ya said so yourself. It was just a bloody nose. Get \u2018im back in.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Hank stood there looking at Joe, with a shake of his head he turned back to the corral. \u201cYou\u2019re the boss. Boy\u2019s get him back in.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe strode over to the chute and waited while the horse was readied for him.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cOkay, let \u2018im go.\u201d Joe was bound and determined he would win this battle of wills\u2026 And he did.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><strong>Chapter 90<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Hours later Joe strode into the house and headed straight for the stairs.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cWhat in tarnation happened ta ya?\u201d Hoss demanded when he saw the blood on Joe\u2019s shirt and face, along with the bruise on his cheek.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cHorse,\u201d was all Joe said and he was up the stairs before anyone could say anything else.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">When Joe came back down, there wasn\u2019t a trace of blood on him and he had had clean clothes on. The only visible trace of the battle he had with the horse was the bruise on his cheek. Without a word to anyone, Joe headed straight for the door.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cWhere do you think you\u2019re going?\u201d Adam demanded.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cTown.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Before Joe could open the door, Adam was there and had a hold of Joe\u2019s arm. \u201cYou want to explain to me what you were doing at the corral today when I told you no?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI wanted ta work with the horses.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI told you no.\u201d Adam was getting frustrated with Joe.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI know ya did.\u201d When Adam glared at him and started to say something, Joe hurried to interrupt before he could get started. \u201cLook, Adam, I\u2019m fine. There\u2019s nothin\u2019 wrong with me an\u2019 I wanna get back ta work. If I can fix fences, I can break horses.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cA fence doesn\u2019t throw you.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cNo, but diggin\u2019 post holes an\u2019 replacin\u2019 the posts is almost just as bad. I\u2019m gonna work with the horses.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cAnd if I say no?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI\u2019ll still do it.\u201d Joe was standing his ground, fighting for what he wanted.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI\u2019ll tell Hank, and the rest of the men, that you\u2019re not suppose to be there.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cYou wouldn\u2019t,\u201d Joe snapped.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI would.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe shrugged. \u201cDon\u2019t matter none. If I have ta put the horse in the chute myself an\u2019 kick the gate open, I will.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cYou wouldn\u2019t dare.\u201d It was Adam\u2019s turn to go on the defensive.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cTry me,\u201d Joe challenged.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">The two brothers stood glaring at each othe,r until Joe wrenched his arm free and started to open the door.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cAt least have dinner,\u201d Adam suggested, trying to bring peace back between them. Deep down, Adam could understand how Joe was feeling. He knew Joe was feeling better physically and just wanted to get on with life.\u00a0<em>I guess this Ol\u2019 Granithead could give in once in awhile.<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI\u2019ll eat in town.\u201d Joe tentatively accepted the olive branch Adam was offering.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cLike you did last night?\u201d It wasn\u2019t so much a question as it was an accusation. \u00a0<em>That came out wrong,\u00a0<\/em>Adam chastised himself.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI ate at Daisy\u2019s. Don\u2019t believe me, ask her,\u201d Joe said through clenched teeth. \u201cIt\u2019d be nice if someone would believe me once in awhile. I don\u2019t lie.\u201d Joe opened the door and walked out, not even bothering to close it when he left.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cHe means it, Adam.\u201d Hoss told his brother, referring to Joe working with the horses.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI know he does, and that\u2019s what\u2019s bothering me.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI don\u2019t like it. You saw what he looked like when he came home. I\u2019d like to know what happened today,\u201d Ben added.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cThere\u2019s one way to find out. I\u2019m going to talk to Hank.\u201d Adam shut the door when he left.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">_ _ _ _<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Adam returned to the house fifteen minutes later and sat down in the blue chair. He had a far away look on his face, like he was trying to find the answers to all the problems in the world.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cSon, are you alright?\u201d Ben asked concern in his voice.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cWhat?\u201d Adam asked and looked up at Ben.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI asked if you were alright.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cYes, I\u2019m fine, Pa.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cWell\u2026 What did you find out?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI spoke with Hank, and I don\u2019t like what he told me.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cWell?\u201d Hoss chimed in. He was getting as frustrated with Adam as Ben was.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cHank said that the last two days Little Joe\u2019s been breaking one horse after another, with no break in between. He said that Joe\u2019s riding is different too. He said it was hard to pinpoint exactly what it was, but if he had to find a word to describe, it he would use \u2018reckless\u2019.\u201d Adam looked at Ben to see how he was reacting to his words.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Ben looked troubled.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Adam went on to tell Ben and Hoss what Hank had reported to him about the events of the day.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Ben shook his head. \u201cHe should have been too exhausted to eat dinner, let alone go to town.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cSounds like that boy is tryin\u2019 ta get himself killed,\u201d Hoss observed.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><strong>Chapter 91<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe left Cochise at the livery before he went to have dinner at Daisy\u2019s. After dinner Joe, once again, headed for the Bucket of Blood. He wasn\u2019t the least bit tired, and it was still early. First thing Joe did once he was in the saloon was to get a beer, he scanned the room. There were a couple poker games going on, and while Joe watched, one of the hands from a nearby ranch threw his cards down and walked away. Seeing this, Joe picked up his beer and sauntered over to the table.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cLooks like you could use another player.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cYou\u2019re money\u2019s always good with us, Little Joe,\u201d greeted Ernie, one of the hands from the Double M ranch.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cHi ya, Little Joe,\u201d greeted Pete, another hand from the Double M.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cHi, Boys. How\u2019s it going, Shorty?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cSame as always, Little Joe.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe knew everyone at the table except for one man. Joe held out his hand and introduced himself before he sat down.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cJoe Cartwright.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">The man looked Joe up and down.\u00a0<em>Typical rich boy,\u00a0<\/em>he thought before accepting Joe\u2019s hand.<em>\u00a0<\/em>\u201cFrank Harper.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe sat down and the cards were dealt.\u00a0 After awhile Joe started watching Harper, he didn\u2019t like how the man won every hand that he dealt. Finally, Joe saw what he was waiting for.\u00a0<em>Oh, he\u2019s good, but not that good.<\/em>\u00a0When Harper started to deal himself another card, with impeccable timing, Joe slammed his hand down on top of the deck, trapping Harpers as he started to palm a card from the bottom. The other men looked up from their cards, and their faces hardened.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cHe\u2019s cheatin\u2019,\u201d Shorty yelled.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Harper glared at Joe. \u201cWhat do you think you\u2019re doing?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cNothin\u2019 much, just showin\u2019 your style of dealin\u2019. From the bottom.\u201d Joe let go, reached over and flipped Harper\u2019s cards over.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cErnie, Pete, Shorty, let\u2019s see what you have.\u201d They flipped their cards over and Joe did them same. \u201cNow let\u2019s see what Harper\u2019s last card would have been. Joe flipped the card and added it to Harper\u2019s hand\u2026 The winning hand.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cWell ain\u2019t that just as convenient as all get out,\u201d Pete snapped.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cSure is, Pete. What do you think, Shorty?\u201d Ernie turned to see what Shorty had to say.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI say he\u2019s a cheat!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe glared at Harper. \u201cI suggest ya leave town immediately. People here in Virginia City don\u2019t take kindly ta cheats,\u201d Joe informed Harper.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Harper jumped from the table and took a swing at Joe. He was expecting it and easily blocked it.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Everyone in the saloon heard the click of hammer being pulled back.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><strong>Chapter 92<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Every head in the room turned towards the bar and Sam, who was standing there with a shotgun in his hands.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cThat\u2019ll be enough! Take it outside, or one of you will be carrying my buckshot!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Harper turned to Joe. \u201cI\u2019ll meet you outside, Cartwright.\u201d Harper patted his gun so Joe knew exactly what was going to happen, and stormed out of the saloon.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI\u2019ll be there.\u201d Joe started for the door, but stopped at the bar. \u201cIt wasn\u2019t my fault, Sam.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Sam lowered his shotgun. \u201cI know that, Little Joe. I didn\u2019t say who was going to get the buckshot, but you sure do have the dangest luck lately. Bad luck that is.\u201d Sam saw Joe turn to the door. \u201cLittle Joe, you don\u2019t have to go out there.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI know that\u2026 I want to.\u201d With that said Joe walked out the door.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><strong>Chapter 93<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Harper was standing in the middle of the street, waiting for Joe.\u00a0<em>Cartwright won\u2019t show, rich boys never do.<\/em>\u00a0He had to do a double take, when Joe sauntered out of the saloon like he didn\u2019t have a care in the world. Everyone \u00a0in the saloon clambered out after him, wanting to see the excitement of a gunfight.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">The sun was just starting to set, but there was enough light for the two men to conduct business. Harper took the advantage and made sure his back was to the sun, forcing Joe to look into it.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe took his position across from Harper. \u201cReady when you are,\u201d Joe said casually.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Both men stood in the middle of the street, waiting for the other to make the first move. All noise and movement were filtered out of Joe\u2019s world; his full attention was centered on the man in front of him. Joe waited and watched for the slightest twitch of Harper\u2019s hand. Adrenaline pumped though his veins, every nerve was on high alert, every sense focused on the man in front of him. Waiting\u2026 Waiting\u2026 There it was, the twitch.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><strong>Chapter 94<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe drew his gun before Harper\u2019s even cleared his holster, and fired. Harper\u2019s gun fell to the ground as he dropped to his knee, clutching his arm. The crowd started cheering and slapping Joe on the back while offering their congratulations. Roy came running down the street, he had only been a few blocks away when he heard the shot.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cWhat\u2019s going on here?\u201d Roy demanded\u00a0 as he pushed his way through the crowd.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cLittle Joe just out drew a cheat,\u201d Pete proclaimed, his voice full of pride.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cYou want to tell me what this is all about, Little Joe?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Before Joe could answer, Dr. Martin made his way through the crowd and headed straight for Joe.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cNot me, Doc. Him\u2026\u201d Joe pointed at Harper, who still sat on the ground holding his arm.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cWould someone answer my question?\u201d Roy shouted.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">With utter calmness, Joe looked at Roy. \u201cHe cheated at cards, was caught, started a fight, Sam threatened ta shot us full of buckshot, he called me out, drew on me, an\u2019 I shot him. Anything else you want to know?\u201d\u00a0<em>Is there anything else that can happen to me?<\/em>\u00a0Joe thought, reflecting on all the trouble he\u2019d been in the last couple of months.\u00a0<em>Wait, I shouldn\u2019t ask that, I\u2019m just invitin\u2019 more trouble.<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cThat\u2019s what happened, Roy,\u201d Ernie said verifying Joe\u2019s short but accurate account of the events. Other bystanders shouted their agreement.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cHow is he, Paul?\u201d Roy asked.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cIt\u2019s just a flesh wound.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cJust a flesh wound? You losing your touch, Little Joe,\u201d Roy teased.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cNope, hit him where I wanted to,\u201d Joe laughed.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cCome on, Little Joe, I\u2019ll buy you a beer,\u201d Shorty shouted.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cAnd I\u2019ll buy you the next one,\u201d Ernie seconded.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">More offers of drinks rang out. Cheating was one of the things that was highly frowned upon in Virginia City. Not counting murder, it ranked just below rustling and stealing a man\u2019s horse.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe turned to Roy with a smile on his face. \u201cYa done with me?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Roy sighed in exasperation. \u201cCan\u2019t you come to town without causing problems? This is the second time in three days.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cYeah, I can. Did it last night,\u201d Joe said and gave Roy a cheeky grin.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cYou were in town last night?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cSure was.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cImagine, Little Joe Cartwright, in town and it was a quiet night,\u201d Roy snorted before continuing. \u201cWill miracles never cease to happen? Go on,\u00a0<em>but<\/em>\u00a0stay out of trouble?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe looked at Roy with those innocent, puppy dog eyes, and dramatically put his hand over his heart. \u201cWhy, Roy, I\u2019m injured, down right injured. You act like that\u2019s all I do.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Roy rolled his eyes. \u201cGet outta here.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">As Roy led Harper away, the man looked at Joe. \u201cI\u2019ll get you for this, Cartwright.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe shook his head and turned away. \u201cSeems like I\u2019ve heard that before.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe walked back into the saloon to more shouts of congratulations and slaps on his back. At the bar a beer was placed in front of him. One beer became two, two became three. Joe paced himself; he had to be up early working with the horses and he knew better than to do that with a hangover. The clock was creeping towards midnight and Joe could feel the day catching up with him when decided to call it a night.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe stood outside the saloon, looking around, not sure what he wanted to do. He finally decided and headed for the International Hotel.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cHey, Jack, could I get a room for the night?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cCertainly, Little Joe.\u201d Jack spun the register around for Joe to sign while he turned to grab a key for Joe. \u201cHeard about all the excitement earlier. That sure was something.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cSure was,\u201d Joe mumbled.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cHere you go, room 203.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cThanks, Jack, and put it on the Ponderosa\u2019s account.\u201d Joe carefully made his way up the stairs and into his room.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><strong>Chapter\u00a0 95<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">The next morning once again there were three Cartwrights at the table and the fourth had yet to make an appearance.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cDid either of you hear him come in?\u201d Ben asked his two older sons.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cNope,\u201d Hoss answered.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI didn\u2019t hear a thing. Think he snuck in his window, again?\u201d Adam asked.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cIt\u2019s possible, but why would he bother when he could careless how any of us feel about the hours he keeps?\u201d Ben wondered.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Both Adam and Hoss shrugged.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cHoss, would you\u2026\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cNope. It\u2019s Adam\u2019s turn.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cMy turn? Why is it my turn?\u201d Adam gasped as he choked on his coffee.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cCuz I did it yesterday. Ain\u2019t no way I\u2019m doin\u2019 it two days in a row. He\u2019s a bear on the best of days. Either good or bad day\u2019s I hate waking him, so it\u2019s your turn.\u201d Hoss sat back in his chair and crossed his arms over his chest.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">With a sigh, Adam surrendered. When he reached Joe\u2019s door he pounded on it. Adam\u2019s continuous pounding was so loud it could have wakened the dead. \u201cThat kid could sleep through a stampede,\u201d he grumbled.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Adam flung the door open, making as much noise as he could, and strode into the room.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cGet your lazy\u2026\u201d Adam stopped mid-rant when he saw the empty bed. \u201cNow wonder he didn\u2019t hear me.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Adam went back downstairs, dropped into his chair, and picked up his coffee cup.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cIs he coming?\u201d Ben asked.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cNope,\u201d was all Adam would say.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cAnd why not? You made enough noise to wake everyone in Virginia City.\u201d Ben was starting to get aggravated with his sons, all three of them.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cBecause he\u2019s not there. By the looks of it, he never came home last night. That is unless he\u2019s gotten into the habit of making his bed now.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cHa! That\u2019ll happen when Hop Sing stops threatening ta go back to China.\u201d Hoss quipped.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">At that moment Hop Sing walked into the room, oblivious to what Hoss has just said. He looked around the room, when he didn\u2019t see who he was looking for he turned back to the table.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cWhere Li\u2019le Joe?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cHe didn\u2019t come home last night,\u201d Ben explained.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cNot come home? He no here for dinner, he no here for breakfast, he no eat. Hop Sing cook food and he no here to eat! Hop Sing quit, go back to China !\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">The words were barely out of Hop Sing\u2019s mouth when all three men busted out laughing. Hop Sing stood staring at them like they had all lost their minds.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cHumph! Foolishment! Too much foolishment, and not enough eating.\u201d Hop Sing said and left the room. The next sound they heard were pots and pans banging around while he ranted in Chinese. Once in a while they\u2019d be able to catch words like, \u2018foolishment\u2019 and \u2018 China \u2019, which would set them off all over again.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI guess I should go down to the corral and see if the men need anything,\u201d Adam grumbled. He\u2019d gotten use to Joe doing this and now he had to take time out of his day to do it, which didn\u2019t make him very happy.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI\u2019ll do it for ya, Adam,\u201d Hoss offered.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cThanks, Hoss. At least we don\u2019t have to worry about him getting hurt today. I\u2019m sure he\u2019s in town sleeping it off.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><strong>Chapter 96<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Hoss headed down to the corral after he finished his yard chores and those of his little brother. He could hear the cheers of encouragement being called to the rider before he and Chubb even got there. Hoss tied Chubb under a tree and walked over to the fence. What he saw turned his blood cold. Joe was up on the horse, and as Hoss watched he could tell his brother had a light grip on the rope. He was holding on to it, but it was like he was tempting fate and daring the horse to do its worse.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe was dirty; you could see where sweat had left streaks down his face. Hoss could also see where Joe\u2019s shirt was sweat soaked, dirty, and torn in a few places. As he watched, Joe was thrown from the horse and missed going into the fence rails by mere inches. Hoss was over the fence and half the way to Joe when he stood up and brushed the dust from his chaps, laughing the whole time.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cGet \u2018im back in there,\u201d Joe yelled. Without argument the men working with Joe complied. Over the past few days they had learned it was a waste of breath to argue, no matter how many times he was thrown, he got right back on. Joe had been working hard the past few days, he pushed himself to the limit and beyond as he tried to banish his inner demons.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cDon\u2019t ya think ya had enough, Little Joe?\u201d Hoss asked when he reached Joe\u2019s side.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe hadn\u2019t seen Hoss approach, but when Joe heard his voice he turned around and smiled. \u201cHey, Brother.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cDon\u2019t ya \u2018Hey, Brother,\u2019 me!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cWhat\u2019s wrong with ya?\u201d Joe asked. He couldn\u2019t understand what was wrong with Hoss. He was in a good mood and just couldn\u2019t phantom anyone being in a bad mood today.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cWhere were you all night?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cHe\u2019s ready for you, Little Joe,\u201d Hank called.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI stayed in town,\u201d Joe said as he started to walk away.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Hoss grabbed his arm, and pulled him back around. \u201cWhere?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe pulled his arm free. \u201cI got work ta do!\u201d He started for the chute again.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cWhere, Little Joe?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cAt the International House.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Next thing Hoss knew, Joe was up on the fence getting ready to get on the horse, and he realized he was still standing in the middle of the corral. He hurried to get on the other side of the fence before they turned that horse loose.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">The horse was out of the chute and the battle began. Unknown to Hoss, this was Joe\u2019s third ride on this particular horse. When the horse slowed to a walk and came to a stop, Joe figured his job was done. He pulled his hand from the rope, but before he could get off or any of the hands get a hold of the horse, it gave a hard buck, throwing Joe to the ground at its feet. The horse reared up and Joe had to roll in order to avoid being stomped on. The horse went after Joe, not giving him a chance to get to his feet. All Joe could do was try to maneuver his body out of the way, and pray for divine intervention. Just when he thought the horse finally had him, his prayers were answered. The intervention came in the form of his brother.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Hoss stood over Joe and waved his hands in the air. He was able to get the horse change directions, allowing the hands to take control.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Hoss grabbed Joe and roughly pulled him up.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cHey, whatcha think you\u2019re doin\u2019?\u201d Joe demanded as Hoss manhandled him.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cSavin\u2019 your scrawny hide!\u201d Hoss was scared, which made him angry. \u201cI think you\u2019ve had enough for today, you\u2019re going back ta the house with me.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI told ya, I got work ta do.\u201d Joe turned around towards the hands. \u201cPut \u2018im back in. I think we got \u2018im this time.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cHank, he\u2019s done,\u201d Hoss yelled.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI\u2019m not done.\u201d Joe glared at Hoss while he called out the Hank. \u201cYou heard me, put \u2018im in, Hank.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cNo, Hank, and that\u2019s an order!\u201d Hoss glared right back at Joe.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cPlease don\u2019t do this, Hoss,\u201d Joe pleaded, keeping his voice low so no one else could hear.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Hoss, on the other hand, didn\u2019t care who heard. \u201cI don\u2019t care, Little Joe, you\u2019re going back to the house. Now you mind me and do as you\u2019re told.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe looked at the men who were standing around trying to act like they hadn\u2019t heard the argument between the brothers, but a few chuckles could be heard. Joe was absolutely mortified. He couldn\u2019t believe Hoss, of all people, was treating him like a child in front of the other men. How was he supposed to have their respect and take orders from him, when his own family didn\u2019t respect or trust him? When they treated him like a child. He had worked so hard to get where he was, and now Hoss had torn it all apart.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">He looked up at Hoss as if he had lost his best friend. \u201cI can\u2019t believe ya did that.\u201d Joe turned his back on Hoss and walked away. It was everything he could do not to run. He grabbed his gun belt, strapped it on as fast as he could and slapped his hat on to his head. He swung up onto Cochise and left the corral at a run. Instead of heading for home, Joe headed for town.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><strong>Chapter 97<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Hoss was dumbfounded as he stood in the corral watching his brother ride away. \u201cWhat I do?\u201d Hoss asked when Hank walked up to him.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cIt\u2019s not my place to say, but I\u2019ve know that boy since he was yay high.\u201d Hank indicated a spot just below his knee.\u00a0 \u201cBut you treated him like a child in front of the men.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI didn\u2019t mean ta.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI know you didn\u2019t. None of you do, but you do all the same. He tries hard to be accepted by them and to prove himself. Then one of you come along and tear apart everything he\u2019s accomplished. Try looking at it this way, how would you feel if Adam came out here and ordered you back to the house like you were a two year old?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Hoss shuffled his feet in the dirt and pushed his hands deep into his pockets. \u201cI wouldn\u2019t like it none, but they way he was riding\u2026 And by the looks of \u2018im he was thrown quite a few times.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cHe\u2019s not a boy, Hoss. Even though everyone continues to call him that, myself included, the fact is, he\u2019s a young man. He\u2019s in that awkward spot where he\u2019s not a boy anymore, but not quite a full grown man, and needs to be treated that way. You have to trust him and his judgment.\u201d Hank looked at the horse Joe had been working with. \u201cThere\u2019s a lot going on with him right now, and treating him like a child isn\u2019t helping him sort them out.\u201d Hank looked back at Hoss, the worry he felt for the youngest Cartwright cas clearly visible in his eyes. \u201cI agree with you, he\u2019s being reckless, he\u2019s taking a lot of chances, but what can you do about it?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI can pound him a good one.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Hank chuckled at Hoss\u2019 response, which was so like him. \u201cYou can\u2019t stop him. You know darn well if you forbid him from doing something, he\u2019ll just try even harder to do it. That\u2019s just how he is, always has been.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI know that. It\u2019s just he\u2019s my little brother, I have ta protect him.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cJust be there for him, Hoss. When he needs you, be there for him.\u201d Hank looked around the corral. He watched how the men were laughing about something and frowned. He knew what was happening with the family, they all did. He could see it was tearing Joe apart and the worse Joe felt, the more he threw himself into his work. \u201cWhy do you think he\u2019s been coming here every day, even when he was hurt?\u201d When Hoss shrugged, Hank continued, \u201cBecause, here no one\u2019s putting any pressure on him, telling him what to think or how to feel. Remember he\u2019s only seventeen, that in between spot, it\u2019s hard in the best of times, but right now isn\u2019t the best of times for him, Hoss.\u201d Hank turned back to the horse again and shook his head. \u201cHe would\u2019ve had him, too.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cWhen did ya get so smart?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI\u2019ve always been, you just don\u2019t listen.\u201d\u00a0 Hank smiled at Hoss and walked away, going back to the men. Hoss could see him having a serious talk to all of them and wondered if it was about what had happened.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI\u2019m sorry, Little Joe,\u201d Hoss whispered. He looked in the direction of Virginia City and contemplated following his brother, but he knew he wouldn\u2019t be welcomed. The last thing he wanted to do was make things worse for Joe.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><strong>Chapter 98<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">When Joe reached town, he left Cochise at the livery and told Bert he would get him in the morning. After putting on his jacket, to cover his torn shirt, he headed to the hotel.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cHi, Jack,\u201d Joe greeted the clerk behind the desk.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cLittle Joe, how are you doing?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cGood. I need a room for the night, again\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cNo problem.\u201d Jack spun the register around and reached for a key. \u201cSame room as last night okay with you?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cJust fine.\u201d Joe accepted the key and started for the stairs.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cPonderosa account again?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cYeah.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">_ _ _ _<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">After cleaning up the best he could, Joe left the hotel and headed for the Sazerac. He didn\u2019t feel like company tonight, he wanted the anonymity that the Sazerac would provide.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">He threw some money down on the bar. \u201cA bottle of whiskey.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">The bartender gave Joe a curious look, it was rare that a Cartwright came in here, let along the youngest. \u201cSure thing.\u201d He handed Joe a bottle and a glass before picking up the money.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe picked them up and walked away. He found himself a table in a dark corner and poured himself a glass of whiskey. Joe sat studying the amber liquid for a minute. Hoss\u2019 words came back to him.\u00a0<em>\u201cI don\u2019t care, Little Joe, you\u2019re going back to the house. Now you mind me and do as you\u2019re told.\u201d<\/em>\u00a0The laughter that followed taunted him. Joe downed the whiskey; it burnt his throat on its way down, causing Joe to grimace. Joe wasn\u2019t a heavy drinker, he preferred beer to whiskey, but tonight beer just wouldn\u2019t do it. He wanted to escape. Just for one night he didn\u2019t want to think, but most of all he didn\u2019t want to feel.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cBuy me a drink, Cowboy.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe looked up to see a woman standing in front of him. She had on a garish orange dress; her hair was almost the same color as the dress. He couldn\u2019t tell the color of her eyes because of the heavy eye makeup she wore, her cheeks were dark with rouge and her lips were painted dark red. She was the polar opposite from Sally at the Bucket of Blood. Whereas Sally was young and fresh, with a bubbly personality, this woman on the other hand seemed quite a bit older. Her tired smile and resigned body language spoke of a woman who had had a hard life. She wasn\u2019t what was he was looking for that night; no woman was.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cSure thing, ma\u2019am, but if ya don\u2019t mind, I\u2019d rather be alone,\u201d Joe said as he dropped some coins on the table.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">The woman studied him for a minute. \u201cIt\u2019s a shame; I think we could\u2019ve had some fun.\u201d She picked the money up off the table. \u201cThanks, Cowboy.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">After she walked away Joe poured another drink, and another followed that one. He was well on his way to drowning his sorrows.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">That night in the barn and his father\u2019s words flashed through his mind.\u00a0<em>\u201cYou really have become a disappointment. You have constantly embarrassed me since Alex arrived. You have done nothing but lied to me. You haven\u2019t been pulling your weight on the ranch, to a point where either myself or your brothers have to tell you what to do and we still have to check up on you.\u201d<\/em>\u00a0Joe poured himself another drink, but he could still hear his father.\u00a0<em>\u201cYou promise? All you\u2019ve done is promise. Your promises aren\u2019t worth anything, after this past week.\u201d<\/em>\u00a0Months later and he was still wasn\u2019t any closer to understanding why his father had turned on him. His mind was a constant whirlwind as he kept trying to figure out how it all went wrong. He wracked his brain trying to find the one moment, the one defining moment that had set everything in motion. He kept coming back to that first night when he was so late getting home.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><em>Why wouldn\u2019t he listen?<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe took another drink.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><em>What did I do to Ramsey to make \u2018im hate me?<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe took another drink.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><em>Why did Pa believe everything Ramsey told him? Why didn\u2019t he believe me, believe\u00a0<\/em>in\u00a0<em>me?<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe took another drink.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><em>Why \u2018idn\u2019t he listen?<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe took another drink. The whiskey sloshed over the side of the glass when he picked it up.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><em>Why\u2019d do that in the barn?<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe took another drink.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><em>Why \u2018idn\u2019t I talk to the devil\u2026 No, Stroud\u2026 No not \u2018em, Pa, why \u2018idn\u2019t I make \u2018im listen? Tell \u2018im I can\u2019t be perfect. <\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe took another drink. This time when Joe poured, quite a bit of the whiskey missed the glass before it was full.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><em>Need to change Cooch\u2019s shoes. Tell Hoss no\u2026 not follow\u2026 No, no\u2026 Why\u2019d I so dumb? I \u2018idn\u2019t have ta do none o that\u2026 I tell A\u2019am no do beavers. His beaver\u2019s. He break them.<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe took another drink.\u00a0 \u201cStupid beavers.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe\u2019s head was spinning and it was difficult for him to concentrate on any one thought.\u00a0 Joe picked up the bottle, intending to pour himself another drink. He upended it, but nothing came out. Joe shook it a few times before holding it up to his eye and looked in it only to find it empty. Disgusted, he dropped it back on the table.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe was extremely unsteady on his feet when he staggered out of the Sazerac. He started down the street, but stopped and looked around. Joe pushed his hat back and scratched his head.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI go\u2026 go home\u2026 No, not home\u2026 Cooch\u2026 gotta get Cooch.\u201d Joe looked at the hitching rail, then up and down the street. \u201cHey! Umone take Cooch. Gotta tell Roy.\u201d Joe turned around and started for the jail, but stopped. \u201cNo, go there he make me stay. Say causin\u2019 trouble. I always cause trouble. Nope, ain\u2019t stayin\u2019 there.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe wasn\u2019t sure what to do. Suddenly, a light came on. \u201cO yeah, Cooch\u2019s at livery sleepin\u2019.\u201d Joe\u2019s thoughts were muddled and jumping all over the place. He went to snap his fingers when he remembered where he was supposed to go, but his thumb missed the finger. Joe studied his hand like it was a foreign object. He kept trying to snap his fingers, but each time they missed each other. He finally gave up with a disgusted snort.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cWhat was I\u2026 O yeah, hotel.\u201d With that thought in mind Joe staggered off in the direction of the hotel.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">_ _ _ _<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Unknown to Joe, Roy was on the other side of the street watching him. He was close enough to hear every word Joe said. He knew he should take him down to the jail to sleep it off, but it was too amusing watching him. When Roy heard the word \u2018hotel\u2019, he knew it would be better if he let Joe go and sleep it off there. He didn\u2019t want the honor of having to deal with a hung-over Joe in the morning.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Roy followed Joe down the street, making sure he got to the hotel and his room without any mishap. He followed Joe half way up the stairs, but stopped once Joe made it to the top, which was surprising considering how many times he missed the steps and stumbled. \u201cThank God for the banister.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">When he heard Joe fumbling with the key and a few choice words followed, Roy started back up the stairs, but once again stopped when he heard the door open and close. Roy went back down the stairs, chuckling the whole way down.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cHe sure tied one on,\u201d Tim the night clerk said.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cHe sure did. That boy is quite amusing when he\u2019s like that.\u201d Roy started laughing when he thought about Joe standing in the street and how he kept turning around not knowing where he was to go.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cYou\u2019re right, Little Joe, I would have kept you there.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><strong>Chapter 99<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Ben was in town early the next morning to take care of some important paperwork with his attorney, Hiram Wood. He was just getting off Buck when Roy walked up.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cMorning, Ben, you in town to collect that boy of yours?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cLittle Joe?\u201d Ben asked. He knew Joe didn\u2019t come home again last night, which was no surprise considering what Hoss had told them about what happened at the corral.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cWho else, Ben?\u201d Roy smiled at Ben \u201cYou should have seen him last night, drunk as a skunk, he was.\u201d Roy started laughing at the memory. \u201cDo you realize he\u2019s been in town the last four nights?\u201d Roy snorted in amusement. \u201cTrouble sure follows that boy.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cWhat do you mean, Roy?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cBetween that fight and then the trouble with Harper, let\u2019s just say he\u2019s had an eventful week. Funny though, I didn\u2019t even know he was in town a couple nights ago until he told me after everything was said and done with Harper. Imagine that, Little Joe\u2019s in town and I didn\u2019t even know. I wouldn\u2019t of known last night if it weren\u2019t for seeing him standing in the street trying to figure out where he was suppose to be.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cSo, he\u2019s in your jail?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cNope, he\u2019s at the hotel sleeping it off. He finally remembered where he was supposed to go.\u201d Roy started laughing again. \u201cFor a minute there I thought he was going to go and sleep with Cochise.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cWho\u2019s this Harper?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cYou mean you don\u2019t know?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cNo, Roy, who\u2019s Harper?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cNow, I just can\u2019t believe you don\u2019t know what happened.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cWhat happened, Roy?\u201d Ben was getting frustrated.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cYou really don\u2019t know?\u201d Roy was shocked that Ben didn\u2019t know what had happened.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cNO!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cBen, the whole durn town knows.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cWell, I don\u2019t! So help me, Roy, if you don\u2019t tell me, I\u2019ll \u2013 I\u2019ll back your opponent in the next election.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cYou wouldn\u2019t?\u201d Roy gasped.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cTry me!\u201d Ben glared at Roy, took a deep breath and tried to keep his voice calm. \u201cWho is Harper and what does he have to do with Little Joe?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Roy stared at Ben in disbelief. \u201cYou really don\u2019t know. Why I\u2019ll be\u2026\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cROY!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cNow you just simmer down there, Ben.\u201d Once Ben nodded his head and seemed under control, Roy told him what happened. \u201cLittle Joe was in a gunfight with Harper.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cA GUNFIGHT!\u201d Ben was loud enough to be heard all the way to the Ponderosa. \u201cWhat do you mean he was in a gunfight?!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cYou mean he didn\u2019t tell you about it?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cNo, Roy, he didn\u2019t. Would you mind explaining it to me?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cLet\u2019s go have a cup of coffee and I\u2019ll tell you all about it.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">_ _ _ _<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">An hour later, Ben stormed out of Roy\u2019s office with Roy right behind him.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cBen, the boy is just fine. Like I told you, Harper never got a shot off, and Little Joe just winged him. I kept Harper here overnight and ran him out of town the next day.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI don\u2019t care, Roy. That \u2018boy\u2019 has gone too far.\u201d \u00a0Ben looked towards the International House and turned away, deciding it would be better to confront Joe at home.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><strong>Chapter 100<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">When Joe finally turned up at the house late that afternoon, he was pale, his head felt like it was going to split in half, and his stomach was trying to stage a major revolt, despite all that he some how, he muddled his way through taking care of Cochise. When Joe walked into the house, he hung up his hat and placed his gun belt on the credenza. He was half way across the room when a voice stopped him.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cJoseph!\u201d Ben\u2019s voice boomed across the room.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe grimaced, he felt like his head was going to explode at any second and all he wanted to do was reach his room before it happened. He was just about to start up the stairs when the voice rang across the room once more.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cHold it right there, young man!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe stopped with one hand on the newel. He straightened his shoulders as best as he could considering his condition. He had stopped, but he didn\u2019t turn around.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cYou will turn around when I\u2019m talking to you.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0Joe heaved a petulant sigh.\u00a0<em>God, my head hurts too much for this.<\/em>\u00a0Joe slowly turned around to face his father. \u201cYes, Sir?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cWould you like to explain to me what happened in town the other day?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cWhich other day do ya mean, Sir?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cYou know what other day I mean, and I want an answer now.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cAnd if I don\u2019t wanna give an answer?\u201d \u00a0Joe asked belligerently.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cDon\u2019t test me, Joseph. This whole thing has gone far enough, and I think it\u2019s time it ends.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe\u2019s chin jutted out and he glared at his father. The look would have been more impressive if it weren\u2019t for his pale complexion and bloodshot eyes. \u201cI have no idea what you\u2019re talking about, Sir.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cYou know exactly what I\u2019m talking about. I suggest you start explaining.\u201d Ben watched as Joe\u2019s skin started to take on a sickly green tint and became clammy. Joe\u2019s eyes widened and he bolted back out the front door.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cHop Sing?\u201d\u00a0 Ben called.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cYes, Mr. Car\u2019wrigh\u2019?\u201d Hop Sing asked from the kitchen doorway.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cLittle Joe is going to need that special tea of yours, now.\u201d Ben gave Hop Sing a knowing look which Hop Sing correctly interpreted.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cHave all ready.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cThank you.\u201d With a chuckle Ben sat down in his red chair and waited.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe finally dragged himself back into the house and started for the stairs once again.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cWe\u2019re not done yet.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe froze and closed his eyes in prayer.\u00a0<em>Please kill me now, just put me outta my misery. Please.<\/em>\u00a0Joe slowly turned around to face his father.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Ben pointed at the settee. \u201cHave a seat, Joseph,\u201d Ben sighed when Joe continued standing where he was. \u201cLet\u2019s put it this way\u2026\u201d Ben had started off quietly, but his voice rose in volume with each word. \u201cI highly suggest you sit down\u2026 NOW!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe put his hands up to his head holding tight, hoping the sledge hammers would soon stop, before he embarrassed himself again. In order to keep his father from yelling again, Joe complied with the order and sat on the settee, in the corner furthest from Ben. With a groan, he rested his elbows on his knees while he kept a firm grip on his head, willing it to stay in one piece<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Ben\u2019s lips twitched, trying to keep the smile at bay.\u00a0<em>So this is how to do it. Wait until he has a hangover and is too sick to fight.<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Hop Sing entered the room, set a tray on the table that contained a coffee pot, a tea pot and two cups. Hop Sing poured a cup of coffee and handed it to Ben. He picked up the tea pot and poured a cup for Joe. When he offered it, Joe pushed it away.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cNo, coffee.\u201d Joe moaned. Just saying the words brought the green twinge back.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cLi\u2019le Joe have tea. You no argue, or Hop Sing get angry and make head hurt more.\u201d Hop Sing held the cup out to Joe, daring him refuse it.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">With a resigned sigh, Joe accepted the cup, and sniffed at it. He jerked his head away in disgust.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cYou drink all or deal with Hop Sing.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cYes, Hop Sing.\u201d Joe brought the cup up to his lips and took a sip. His nose wrinkled in distaste, and he lowered the cup back to the saucer.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cALL!\u201d Hop Sing demanded. \u201cMake ungrateful child feel better. Then you listen father.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe glared at Hop Sing and opened his mouth to say something.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cNo. You sit, you listen. Li\u2019le Joe no talk!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cBossy,\u201d Joe muttered.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cLi\u2019le Joe have no idea,\u201d Hop Sing said as he walked away leaving a surprised Joe behind.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">When Hop Sing passed Ben, he slowed and winked. Ben smiled back and mouthed. \u201cThank you.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Ben waited patiently while Joe slowly drank his tea. As he watched, Ben could see the tea taking affect. In a much more calm voice he started over. \u201cExplain to me what happened with Harper.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">The sledgehammers had slowed but hadn\u2019t stopped. Keeping his bleary eyes focused on the tea, Joe decided it was better to cooperate. The sooner her drank the tea and told the story, the sooner he could go to bed and die.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI\u2019m waiting.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cNothin\u2019 to it. He cheated at cards an\u2019 got caught.\u201d Joe set the cup down and started to rise.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cNot quite so fast. Sit down and have another cup of tea.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe glared at his father, and Ben glared right back, a dark look in his eyes. With shaky hands, Joe poured another cup of tea. In order to get this ordeal over with, Joe drank the second cup in two swallows. He leaned his head back and closed his eyes. With a deep breath, Joe let his body begin to relax.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Ben watched his son with a slight smile.\u00a0<em>Whatever Hop Sing put in that tea, it\u2019s sure working. Anymore relaxed he\u2019ll be asleep.<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cYou do know how dangerous it is to expose a cheat?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cYeah, so?\u201d Joe kept his head back and eyes closed.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI\u2019m waiting, Joseph.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cKeep waiting,\u201d Joe muttered.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cJOSEPH!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe\u2019s eyes popped open and he sat up, a little too fast. With a moan Joe dropped his head into his hands. The sledgehammers where back full force.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI would like an explanation about what happened in Virginia City and with Harper.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0\u201cSounds like ya already know it all,\u201d Joe mumbled from the recess of his hands.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI\u2019d watch that mouth if I were you.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cOh? And what do ya plan on doin\u2019, takin\u2019\u2026\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"> \u201cTHAT\u2019S ENOUGH, JOSEPH!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe cringed, but kept his mouth closed.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI will say this one more time, and this is the last time I\u2019ll say it. Yes, I went over the line with you. I tore you apart for a week. I degraded you; Like you said, I treated you like were nothing. I hurt you Little Joe, I hurt you a lot. But worse of all I took my belt to you in anger. You will never know how much I hate myself for doing that to you. If I could take it all back I would. I won\u2019t use the Strouds as an excuse; there is no excuse for what I did. I promise you, it will never happen again. You have my word on it.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cYour promises, your word isn\u2019t\u2026\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cStop!\u201d Ben held up his hand for silence, and his dark eyes bore into Joe. \u201cI want to know what happened with Harper. If it takes us all night, so be it.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cFine!\u201d Joe snapped. He wanted this over, and away from his father. \u201cI was playin\u2019 cards with Pete, Ernie and Shorty from the Double M. There was this other fella playin\u2019, his name was Frank Harper. He was cheatin\u2019 us an\u2019 got caught. He didn\u2019t like it none. He took a swing at me, but missed. Sam ran us out. That\u2019s when he called me out. That\u2019s it.\u201d Joe leaned his head back against the settee again. He stomach was settling, and the hammering in his head was diminishing too, all thanks to Hop Sings wonder tea. It was also calming Joe and making him sleepy.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Ben saw Joe\u2019s features start to relax again. \u201cIs that all, Little Joe?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cUh huh.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cDid you go out to face him?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe yawned. \u201cYeah, he called me out. Had ta\u2026 No, I wanted ta.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cHe could have been faster than you.\u201d Ben didn\u2019t like what he was now hearing. \u201cWhy did you want to?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cCuz, he called me out\u2026 I didn\u2019t care if he was faster.\u201d Joe yawned again. He was starting to drift away.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Ben looked down at his hands, realization was hitting him full force. He could have lost his son and nothing would have been repaired. Maybe now was the time, to try and get through to his son while Joe was calm and talking.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cLittle Joe?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cMm\u2026\u201d Joe was almost completely out.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Ben shook his head.\u00a0<em>Hop Sing\u2019s tea works too well.<\/em>\u00a0Here was another wasted opportunity. \u201cLittle Joe, come on, wake up, Son.\u201d He gave Joe\u2019s shoulder a shake.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cMm\u2026\u201d\u00a0 Joe shifted.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cCome on, Son, why don\u2019t you go on up to bed?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe took a deep breath and slowly released it. He stretched and opened his eyes. There in front of him was his father. Joe shook his head to clear it and scrambled to his feet. He turned and ran up the stairs. The slamming of his door signaled the end of his flight.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Ben sighed and sank down into the comfortable folds of the soft, supple leather chair. \u201cWhat are we going to do, Little Joe?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><strong>Chapter 101<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Adam and Hoss showed up at the house shortly before dinner. Ben was at his desk doing some paperwork that he needed to take into town, when they came into the house.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cPa, are you here?\u201d Adam called while he removed his gun belt.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cOver here.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Both brothers walked over to the desk. Ben looked up from his paperwork when Adam sat down on the corner and Hoss stood to the side.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI see he made it home,\u201d Adam said.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cIs he okay?\u201d Hoss asked, concern for his little brother evident in his voice.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cHe came home a few hours ago, and other than a pretty bad hangover, he\u2019s fine.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cHangover, huh?\u201d Adam and Hoss looked at each other and smiled.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Ben caught the look between them and frowned. \u201cWhatever you two think you\u2019re up to, I suggest you forget it right now. If he comes down for dinner I want the two of you to leave him alone. I think I made some progress with him, and I don\u2019t want anything to push him away again.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cSure, Pa,\u201d Hoss agreed, hope starting to shine in his eyes.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI won\u2019t say a word, but what happened to make you think you gained some ground with him?\u201d Adam concurred.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cWe sort of had a father, son discussion about the gunfight he was involved in.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cGunfight!\u201d both Adam and Hoss shouted at the same time.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cSsh, keep it down you two. I\u2019ll tell you about that in a minute.\u201d Ben paused, trying to decide if he really did gain any ground or not. \u201cTo be honest with you, and myself, I\u2019m not a hundred percent sure if I gained any ground or not. It may have been that he was too hungover and Hop Sing\u2019s medicine too good, for him to put up much of a fight.\u201d The more he thought about it and Joe\u2019s reactions, the more he wasn\u2019t sure about what actually happened. \u201cHe sat there, but I have no idea if he was listening or not. I think between the hangover and Hop Sing\u2019s tea he didn\u2019t have the energy to fight.\u201d Ben chucked at the memory of how the discussion started. \u201cAt one point he did have to make a mad dash outside. He was pretty green for awhile there.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Adam and Hoss laughed at the image of their brother running from the house, but the laughter died away as they remembered times they had to do the same thing.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cIt wasn\u2019t a perfect conversation, and he wasn\u2019t exactly polite, but once he realized I meant business he told me what happened, grudgingly, but he told me. But then again, he told me after Hop Sing\u2019s tea took affect and he started to relax. Only problem, he fell asleep during the conversation. When I woke him, and he realized where he was, he hightailed to his room.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Adam and Hoss were quiet for a minute as they digested what Ben had told them. They, too, were afraid to believe that things were changing.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cDo you think he\u2019ll come down for dinner?\u201d Adam asked.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI don\u2019t know, but if he does, I want things to remain calm. I would like him to stay home tonight, and I don\u2019t want anything chasing him away.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Adam and Hoss agreed. Ben suggested they move into the great room before he told them about the gunfight.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">_ _ _ _<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Shortly after the three men had sat down to dinner, Joe dragged himself down the stairs and over to the table.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cHi, Little Joe,\u201d Adam greeted his brother.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe raised bleary eyes to him and tried to smile. \u201cHi, Adam.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cHey, Little Joe, I\u2019m real sorry about what happened out at the corral yesterday. I didn\u2019t mean nothin\u2019 by it. I was just worried about ya,\u201d Hoss said trying to apologize to his brother.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201c\u2019S okay.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cHow are you feeling, Son?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe glanced up at his father, and didn\u2019t say a word, but he did give a slight nod of his head.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">That was enough for Ben, at least for tonight.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Hop Sing brought the rest of the food out. When he saw Joe sitting at the table scowling at the food, he hurried back into the kitchen and returned with a bowl of soup and a cup of tea, which he placed before the young man.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cYou eat soup with some bread, good for stomach, and drink tea, make you feel better.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe looked up at Hop Sing. \u201c\u2019Kay,\u201d he whispered.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">All through dinner Joe remained quiet, not really listening to the conversation around him, instead he was concentrating on trying to keep the sledgehammers at bay.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cLittle Joe?\u201d Adam said for the second time and placed a hand on Joe\u2019s arm.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe looked up at his brother with tired eyes. \u201cHuh?\u201d Joe asked.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><em>He sure did tie one on last night. I don\u2019t think I\u2019ve ever seen him this bad,<\/em>\u00a0Adam thought. \u201cI was telling you that I want you to go and help out with the branding tomorrow.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI can do that.\u201d Joe set his napkin next to his bowl and stood up. \u201cI think I\u2019ll call it a night.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cSounds like a good idea. Good night,\u201d Adam told his brother.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cNight, Little Brother.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cGood night, Little Joe,\u201d Ben said, holding his breath to see what kind of reaction he was going to get.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe turned his head and glared at Ben before leaving the table.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Once Joe was in his room Ben sighed. \u201cWell, maybe I didn\u2019t make any progress.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI don\u2019t know about that, Pa. He didn\u2019t fly off the handle at ya.\u201d Hoss encouraged.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cMaybe\u2026\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><strong>Chapter 102<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">The next morning Joe rode into the south pasture. Once he spotted Hank, he dismounted and walked Cochise over to where he was talking to another hand, and waited not wanting to interrupt.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Hank looked over at Joe when the hand walked away. \u201cSo, you\u2019re the one who gets stuck with us today.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cYeah, it\u2019s my lucky day,\u201d Joe joked. \u201cWhat do ya want me ta do?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cOh, so I\u2019m the boss.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cIf you\u2019d rather chase strays, gather wood, or work on the pens and let me stand around all day supervising, then be my guest. I won\u2019t complain,\u201d Joe said, trying his best to look innocent.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Hank started laughing at the look on Joe\u2019s face. \u201cWhen you put it that way, why don\u2019t you go chase strays.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI can do that. If you need anything else when I come back in, just let me know.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cWill do, Little Joe.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">_ _ _ _<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe swung up on Cochise and was off in search of strays.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">When Joe came back in for the third time, one of the hands he noticed earlier was still sitting on his horse watching the work going on around him. Once Joe had the strays in a pen, he headed straight for Hank.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cHank, who\u2019s that over there under the tree?\u201d Joe asked.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Hank looked over towards the tree. \u201cThe one Lem\u2019s talking to?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cThat\u2019s the one.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cThat\u2019s Ralph. Adam just hired him. He\u2019s not a bad worker, just needs a little prodding once in awhile.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe nodded. \u201cI guess it\u2019s time for some prodding.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">_ _ _ _<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Lem looked around the pasture when he approached Ralph. He saw Joe talking to Hank and was pretty sure he knew what the conversation was about.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cA word of caution, Ralph, if I were you I\u2019d get back to work right now.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI will in a minute,\u201d Ralph said lazily.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI suggest you do it right now, if you want to keep your job. The boss is here.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Ralph glanced around looking for Adam. \u201cI don\u2019t see him.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Lem smiled, he knew what was going happen. It always did when new hands with an attitude like Ralph\u2019s met Joe. \u201cYou can\u2019t miss him. He\u2019s the one on the pinto talking with Hank.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cWho? That kid?\u201d Ralph asked, his voice laced with disgust.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cThat\u2019s Little Joe, Mr. Cartwright\u2019s youngest son.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI don\u2019t work for him. Adam Cartwright hired me. Not some wet-behind-the-ear kid.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Lem smiled even more. \u201cIf you say so.\u201d He rode away, but didn\u2019t go far. He wanted to make sure he was close when the show began.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">_ _ _ _<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe pulled Cochise to a stop in front of Ralph. \u201cThere a reason you\u2019re not workin\u2019?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cTaking a break, what\u2019s it to you?\u201d Ralph taunted.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cYou\u2019re not working, that\u2019s what it\u2019s ta me. Now, I suggest ya take that horse of yours and get busy.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cWho the Hell do you think you are?\u201d Ralph sneered.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><em>Here we go again. Why do I always have ta prove myself ta them?\u00a0<\/em>\u201cI\u2019m Joe Cartwright, that\u2019s who I am, and for today I\u2019m your boss.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Ralph looked Joe over. \u201cSorry, I work for Adam; he\u2019s the one who hired me, not some snot-nosed kid.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe took a deep breath. He\u2019d been through this before with some of the new men, and knew he had to earn their respect the hard way. \u201cYa work for the Ponderosa, which means ya not only work for Adam, but ya work for my father, Hoss and me. Ya also work for whoever we put in charge.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI don\u2019t think so. Why don\u2019t you run home to mommy and leave the work to the real men.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">To Joe those were fighting words, and he didn\u2019t need any further encouragement. He launched himself off of Cochise and into Ralph, knocking them both to the ground. Joe rolled when he hit the ground and was on his feet in an instant.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">All the hands in the vicinity that saw Joe approach Ralph stopped what they were doing and waited for the inevitable to happen. When it did, they drew close in order to cheer on their young boss. Ralph may have been another hand, but he wasn\u2019t quite accepted by the others yet. They didn\u2019t like his attitude or the way he made it a habit of leaving the work to others. Whereas, Joe never tried to pretend he was better than any of them. He worked just as hard as they did, if not harder, and he never expected them to do anything that he wouldn\u2019t do. He never showed up and tried to take over. He always pitched in and did what was needed to get the job done. They all liked and respected the youngest Cartwright. The only ones that had a problem with him were new hands who thought he was just another spoiled rich kid, and Joe would have to prove himself over and over again.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><strong>Chapter 103<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">The two men squared off, each waiting for the other to make the first move. Ralph was bigger than Joe, but that didn\u2019t mean anything to him. He\u2019d been in this situation before and knew what needed to be done. Joe relied on his size, speed and agility to get him through. He didn\u2019t have time to think, he only had time to act and relied on gut instinct to get him through it.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Ralph made the first move. He came at Joe with a right that caught him in the chin and sent him to the ground. Joe got up and charged Ralph, knocking them both to the ground. They wrestled around, each trying to gain the advantage over the other. Ralph pulled Joe to his knees and hit him with a left hook. Ralph got to his feet and pulled Joe up by the front of his shirt.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe struggled to free himself; he finally brought both hands up under Ralph\u2019s and was able to knock his hands away and send his fist right into Ralph\u2019s stomach. Ralph came back at Joe, hitting him with right then a left in the face, sending Joe to the ground.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe looked up at Ralph and smiled while he wiped the blood from his mouth. He was at Ralph in a flash, returning the favor, with interest. Ralph backed up, clasped his hands together and hit Joe in the stomach causing him to fall forward across Ralph\u2019s arms, allowing him to grab Joe from behind. He brought his arms around and under Joe\u2019s arms, pulling them up so he was able to clasp his hands together across Joe\u2019s throat. Joe twisted back and forth, trying to free himself. Out of desperation Joe lifted both arms straight into the air, allowing him to slide down out of Ralph\u2019s grasp.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe spun around and landed first a left to Ralph\u2019s stomach, then a right to his face, knocking him to the ground. Ralph got up and took a swing at Joe\u2019s face. Joe was able to block it, but ended up taking a fist to his stomach. When Joe doubled over, Ralph clasped his hands together and hit Joe across his shoulder, sending Joe straight to the ground. While he was down, Ralph rushed him. Thinking fast, Joe rolled over, brought both his feet up, grabbed Ralph\u2019s wrists and flipped him over his head. Joe staggered to his feet the same time Ralph did, and took a run at him, head-butting him in the stomach and sent Ralph flying back.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Ralph was back on his feet, refusing to let a kid get the best of him. He grabbed Joe by the shirt and hit him with a solid right. Joe pushed away freeing himself and advanced. Before he could get a punch off, Ralph caught him in the stomach again, and brought his knee up into Joe\u2019s face. Joe was able to straighten up enough that he didn\u2019t get the full force of Ralph\u2019s knee to his face, but it still sent him to the ground. Joe lay there a few seconds gasping for air, and trying to shake the cobwebs loose. When he heard Ralph approaching, he flipped over and swept his leg across the ground effectively knocking Ralph\u2019s feet out from under him.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe didn\u2019t have time to rest, or to think, he knew he had to do something, and fast, or he was going to lose this fight. Losing was something he couldn\u2019t afford to do. Joe rolled to his feet the same time that Ralph got to his. He came at Joe, who side-stepped him, clasped his hands together and swung sideways, connecting with Ralph\u2019s stomach. Ralph was brought up short. Joe grabbed his shoulder and spun him around and sent an upper cut to his chin, once again sending Ralph to the ground. Sensing the fight was just about over, Joe grabbed Ralph and pulled him up. Joe hit him with everything he had, a quick left and right to the stomach and followed it up with a left and right to the face. With a groan, Ralph fell to the ground, struggled to get up, but just fell right back down and stayed down. Joe stood, bent over with his hands on his knees, gasping for breath.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Knowing the fight was over, the hands started cheering. Hank came over to Joe and handed him a canteen.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe took a mouthful, swished it around in his mouth and spit it out onto the ground. Then he bent over and poured some water over his head. \u201cThanks.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe half walked, half stumbled over to Ralph and dumped the rest of the water on him. Ralph came to, sputtering and saw Joe standing over him.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cNow, get to work,\u201d Joe ordered.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Ralph slowly pulled himself to his feet and looked at Joe. \u201cYes, Sir.\u201d Joe had just proven himself to Ralph and in doing so earned his respect. Joe had just taught him a lesson about life on the Ponderosa. You either worked or you paid for it one way or another. This was the one and only chance Ralph was going to get. He looked around for his horse, seeing one of the men holding it; he staggered over and slowly pulled himself into the saddle and rode off.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cHere you go, Little Joe,\u201d Hank said handing Cochise\u2019s reins to Joe. \u201cFor a minute there, I thought he had you.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe turned away and spat out some more blood onto the ground. He wiped his sleeve across his mouth before answering. \u201cFor a minute there, I thought so, too.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cYou did good, Boy.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe smiled at Hank. \u201cThanks.\u201d He stepped into his stirrup and swung up into the saddle.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cWhat, no swing mount?\u201d Hank teased.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI think if I tried that I\u2019d end up on the ground instead of on Cooch.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Hank started to laugh at the image Joe\u2019s words created. \u201cWhy don\u2019t you come on over to the chuckwagon and let Cookie have a look at you?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cYou know I can\u2019t do that, Hank. If I do I\u2019ll lose what I just gained.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Hank nodded his head knowing what Joe said was true. \u201cJust be careful.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cYes, Grandma.\u201d Before Hank could swat his leg, Joe gave Cochise and kick and rode away.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><strong>Chapter 104<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Adam and Hoss were already home when Joe walked through the door. Keeping his back to the room, he hung up his hat and removed his gun belt. Joe kept his head down and headed straight for the stairs. He knew he was going to have to face the questions sooner or later, but right now he wanted it to be later.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cHow are things coming along with the round up, Little Joe? Adam asked Joe.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cGood. We found quite a few strays today.\u201d Joe kept heading for the stairs while he answered.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Adam noticed the stiff way Joe was moving, the dirty clothes and the way he was keeping his head down. \u201cWhat happened to you?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Ben and Hoss looked up to see what Adam was referring to.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cNothin\u2019.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Adam was on his feet and to Joe before he could put a foot on the first step. Adam placed his hand on Joe\u2019s shoulder, effectively stopping him. \u201cLittle Joe?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe heaved a heartfelt sigh.\u00a0<em>Why can\u2019t I, just once, make it to my room without someone stopping me?\u00a0<\/em>\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Now that Adam was close to Joe, he could see the blood on his shirt. Gently, he turned Joe around.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe kept his head down; he didn\u2019t want anyone to see the damage until he had had a chance to clean up. \u201cI\u2019d like ta go clean up for dinner\u2026 Please.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cLook at me, Little Joe,\u201d Adam coaxed.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Slowly, Joe raised his head and looked at his brother. A collective gasp resounded through the room.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cWho did that ta ya?\u201d Hoss demanded.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cRalph.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cWhy?\u201d Adam asked.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe rolled his eyes, and then grimaced, even that movement hurt. \u201cWhy\u2019d ya think?\u201d Joe stepped away from Adam and turned to start up the stairs. He stopped and looked back at Adam. \u201cDo me a favor, Adam.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cWhat\u2019s that?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cNext time you hire someone, warn me please.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI\u2019ll try to remember that.\u201d Joe had started up the stairs when Adam called out to him. \u201cWho won?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe turned on the landing and grinned. \u201cI did.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Adam returned the smile. \u201cGet some clean clothes; I\u2019ll have Hop Sing get a hot bath ready for you.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe started to protest, but changed his mind. Not only was he stiff and sore, but he felt like every bit of dirt from the Ponderosa was stuck to his sweaty skin. \u201cThanks, Adam.\u201d Joe disappeared up the stairs and into his room.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Ben got up from his chair, intent on following his son and reassuring himself that Joe was alright.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cLet him be, Pa,\u201d Adam said. \u201cHe\u2019s okay, and any coddling right now will take this victory away from him. Besides, you should be use to this by now. It\u2019s not the first time it\u2019s happened and it won\u2019t be the last. There\u2019s always going to be a hand challenging him because of his age.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI\u2019ve seen that Ralph. That was no easy fight. If Little Joe looks that bad, I can only imagine how bad Ralph looks,\u201d Hoss said, his chest swelling with pride for his little brother. \u201cI\u2019ll go tell Hop Sing ta get that bath ready.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cYou\u2019re sure he\u2019s alright, Adam? You don\u2019t think we need to send for Paul?\u201d Ben asked, concerned, as always, about his youngest.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cHe\u2019s sore and stiff, but a bath will help that. He\u2019s bruised and has a few cuts on him, including that split lip, but nothing that needs any stitches. He took a beating, but he\u2019ll live.\u201d Adam assured his father. \u201cThe boy did good today, Pa, and it was something he had to do. From past encounters, I know he wasn\u2019t out there looking for trouble. Besides, you know Little Joe; he doesn\u2019t pick fights on the job\u2026\u201d Adam smiled before continuing. \u201cUnless it\u2019s with me.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><strong>Chapter 105<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe had just walked into the washroom when there was a knock on the door. \u201cCome in,\u201d Joe called out, assuming it was Hop Sing.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0\u201cI just wanted to make sure you\u2019re alright, Son,\u201d Ben said when he entered the room.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe had his back to the door and was unbuttoning his shirt when he heard his father\u2019s voice. Every muscle in Joe\u2019s body tensed. \u201cI\u2019m fine,\u201d he said through clenched teeth.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Ben put a hand on Joe\u2019s shoulder, only to have Joe step forward and away from his father\u2019s touch.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe closed his eyes and clenched his fists. \u201cWould you\u2026\u00a0<em>please<\/em>\u00a0leave, I\u2019d like to take that bath.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cJoe?\u201d Ben sighed when Joe didn\u2019t respond or even turn around. \u201cI\u2019m sorry I bothered you.\u201d Ben walked out of the room closing the door behind him.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">When Joe heard the door close he turned around and looked at it. \u201cWhy can\u2019t I\u2026\u201d He shook his head and continued undressing.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><strong>Chapter 106<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">After dinner was finished, Joe said his goodnights, explaining that he was tired and was going to turn in early. He had just closed his door when there was a knock on it.\u00a0\u00a0<em>Not again<\/em>. He thought. \u201cWho is it?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cHop Sing.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cCome in.\u201d Joe said and sighed in relief. The last thing he wanted tonight was another encounter with his father. Joe studied Hop Sing\u2019s face when he came into the room. He was unable to discern the look on it, but he didn\u2019t like it. \u201cI ate, so I know I\u2019m not in trouble for that.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cHop Sing wants to know why Num\u2019er Three Son not talk to father.\u201d As usual Hop Sing came right to the point.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe turned away from him. \u201cYou know why.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cThat long gone, time to forgive.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI can\u2019t, Hop Sing. It-it still hurts. It may seem like a long time ta all of ya, but it seems like yesterday ta me.\u201d Joe pushed aside the curtain and looked out at the barn. \u201cEvery day I go inta the barn, and each time I remember that night. I remember his anger, the feel of his belt, but most of all I remember his words and the look on his face when he said them.\u201d Joe turned around and looked at Hop Sing, tears glistening in his eyes. \u201cHe\u2013he wasn\u2019t my father then. I needed him t\u2013to believe in me. But he believed in Ramsey. He chose Ramsey over m\u2013me. Please, Hop Sing, don\u2019t ask that of me. I-I can\u2019t right now, I just\u2026 I just can\u2019t.\u201d Joe stopped as he choked on a sob.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Hop Sing walked over to Joe and placed his hand over Joe\u2019s heart. \u201cIt\u2019s all here. Heart remembers love for father. Num\u2019er Three Son just needs to remember. Once you listen to heart pain go way.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cBut it hurts.\u201d Joe placed his hand over Hop Sings. \u201cIt hurts there.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cLove there, just buried deep. Li\u2019le Joe just need find it.\u201d Hop Sing removed his hand, reached up, and wiped away the lone tear on Joe\u2019s cheek. \u201cMy boy remembers. He knows how to find.\u00a0<em>I<\/em>believe in you, Li\u2019le Joe.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Hop Sing turned and left, leaving Joe standing in the middle of the room with his head down.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><strong>Chapter 107<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe had just put on his nightshirt when there was another knock on his door. \u201cCome in,\u201d he said. Joe gave a frustrated sigh when Hoss and Adam walked into the room and closed the door.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Hoss smiled at his brothers. \u201cHi, Short Shanks.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe looked at them warily, not sure what their intentions were.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Seeing the look on Joe\u2019s face, Adam held up his hands in front of him. \u201cEasy, Joe, we just wanted to make sure you\u2019re alright.\u201d He leaned against the door and studied the damage done to Joe\u2019s face.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe shook his head and sat down on his bed. \u201cI told ya, I\u2019m fine.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Hoss sat down next to Joe, angling his body so he could get a good look at his face. Hoss took hold of Joe\u2019s chin, mindful of the bruises, and turned it back and forth. He prodded at an ugly looking bruise on his cheek.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cOw! Would ya knock it off?!\u201d Joe swatted at his hand and tried to pull away, but Hoss had his chin in a firm but gentle hold.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Hoss let go of Joe\u2019s face and turned his attention to Joe\u2019s ribs. With a grunt of satisfaction, he looked at Adam. \u201cYou\u2019re right, Adam, he\u2019s pretty banged up, but he don\u2019t need Doc.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cWell, thank you for that.\u201d Joe scooted away from Hoss, trying to put some distance between his bruises and Hoss. \u201cWhat do the two of ya want?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cAdam told ya, we wanna \u00a0make sure you\u2019re okay,\u201d Hoss claimed.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0\u201cYeah, and Cochise ain\u2019t black and white.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI\u2019m downright offended at that, ain\u2019t ya, Adam?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI sure am. Seems to me our little brother is getting a might uppity.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI know this ain\u2019t no social call, so tell me what ya want so I can go ta bed. I told ya, I\u2019m tired.\u201d As if to prove his point, an involuntary yawn escaped him.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI\u2019m sure you are, after the day you had.\u201d Adam smiled at his youngest brother, but didn\u2019t move. \u201cFirst off, I\u2019d like to know what happened with Ralph.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI told ya.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cNo, you told me you were in a fight with him, but you didn\u2019t tell me what happened.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe rubbed the back of his neck. He was tired and sore; all he wanted to do was go to bed. The way he that felt right now, he could sleep for a month straight. Joe glanced behind him at his pillows that were beckoning him to lay his head down into their feathery softness, and slip into a world of promised dreams. Joe closed his eyes and groaned. \u201cHe wasn\u2019t doin\u2019 anythin\u2019, an\u2019 hadn\u2019t been for awhile. I told \u2018im ta get ta work, an\u2019 I\u2019m sure ya can figure out what happened from there.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe looked down at his hands, like they were the most interesting pair of hands in the world. \u201cAdam, I\u2019m so tired of being called a snot-nosed kid an\u2019 other things. Why do I have ta constantly prove myself to them with my fists?\u201d he whispered.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe looked so defeated and dejected; Hoss couldn\u2019t stand to see him like that and put his arm around Joe\u2019s shoulders to comfort him.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Adam contemplated Joe\u2019s words, mulling over the reasons, and what he could say to his little brother. \u201cI don\u2019t know, Little Joe. You would think, if anything else, the name would be enough, not to mention how hard you work.\u201d Joe\u2019s head shot up and he looked at Adam with an incredulous look on his face. Adam smiled at Joe. \u201cYes, I said it. Enjoy it because you\u2019ll probably never hear it again. But some men resent taking orders from someone as young as you, and for some reason a fight seems to show them what you\u2019re made of, that you\u2019re worthy of giving them orders.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe nodded his head. He knew Adam was right, he may not like it, but he was right. Trying to put the melancholy feelings behind him, Joe pushed to find out what his brothers were really there for. \u201cOkay, that\u2019s the first reason, what\u2019s the other?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Adam nodded to Hoss, they had discussed it before coming up and decided Joe would take this discussion better coming from Hoss then himself.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Hoss acknowledged Adam with his own nod. \u201cWe\u2019re worried about ya.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe had seen the interaction and knew he was in for a long, unwanted, discussion. \u201cWorried? Why?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cCuz ya seem ta be takin\u2019 a lot of chances lately.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe looked thoroughly confused. \u201cI don\u2019t know what ya mean.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cCome on, Little Joe, ya know what I\u2019m talkin\u2019 about. Seems like ya have a death wish or somethin\u2019. You\u2019re ridin\u2019 too fast, breakin\u2019 them horses like the devil\u2019s on your tail. You\u2019ve been fightin\u2019 in town, not ta mention that gunfight ya were in. Do ya realize ya coulda been killed? You\u2019ve been mighty reckless of late, Little Brother.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI ain\u2019t being reckless an\u2019 I ain\u2019t got no death wish.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cDon\u2019t have a death wish,\u201d corrected Adam.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cYeah, that\u2019s what I said.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cEver since Doc said you could do things, there hasn\u2019t been a second ya ain\u2019t been doin\u2019 somethin\u2019 ya shouldn\u2019t. He told ya not ta break them horses, an\u2019 the next day ya were out there on them, have been everyday, except today.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cHoss, I\u2019m fine,\u201d claimed Joe.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cBut that\u2019s not the point, Little Joe. The point is you\u2019re putting yourself in danger. It\u2019s like you don\u2019t care what happens to you,\u201d Adam explained.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cYa may not care but we do, all of us.\u201d\u00a0<em>Especially Pa.<\/em>\u00a0Hoss knew to leave that last part unsaid unless he wanted this to turn into an argument. \u201cWe almost lost ya once, we don\u2019t want ta do that again.\u201d Hoss looked at Joe, and saw he was staring at the wall across from him, a mutinous look on his face. \u201cLittle Joe\u2026\u201d Hoss waited until Joe looked at him. \u201cI know ya have a lot ta work out, me an\u2019 Adam \u2026\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cAdam and I.\u201d Adam couldn\u2019t help himself it just slipped out.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Hoss glared at his older brother. \u201cAs I was sayin\u2019,\u00a0<em>me an Adam<\/em>, well, we get it. We\u2019re willin\u2019 ta let ya do that, we just ask that ya be more careful, not take so many chances.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe was looking down at his hands again, he knew what they were saying was true. He didn\u2019t really care. He just wanted to\u2026\u00a0<em>What do I want? What am I tryin\u2019ta do?<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><em>\u00a0Forget<\/em>, his mind cried out.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe looked at each of his brothers and nodded his head. \u201cI\u2019ll try.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cThat\u2019s all we ask for, Little Joe. Just take care of yourself. Think before you do.\u201d Adam told him.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI do think,\u201d Joe protested.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Adam raised an eyebrow at that statement.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI do!\u201d Joe declared. \u201cJust not the way you\u2019d want me ta.\u201d He knew he was guilty of everything they had said.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cWell, we\u2019ve said what we came to say. You get some sleep, Little Joe,\u201d Adam said.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cThanks.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Adam and Hoss left him to think about what they said. Once the door closed behind them, Joe grabbed a pillow and threw it at the door with everything he had in him. \u201cRemember\u2026 Try\u2026 What the Hell are ya doin\u2019, Joe?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><strong>Chapter 108<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Adam stood on the landing watching his father, who was sitting on the table in front of the fireplace. He was concerned about what he was seeing. Ben\u2019s shoulders were slumped, he had his head in his hands, the over all image was of a defeated man.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Adam continued down the stairs. \u201cPa?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Ben slowly turned around to face his son. He had a hard time drawing away from his thoughts, thoughts of the past and thoughts of the future, but most of all thoughts of his sons. \u201cIs there something wrong, Son?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cThat\u2019s what I was going to ask you.\u201d Adam sat down in the blue chair and watched his father.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cJust the usual. Adam, how am I to make any progress with Little Joe if he won\u2019t stay in the same room with me for more than five minutes? When he\u2019s not working, he\u2019s in town.\u201d Ben turned back to the fire and stared into its fiery depths. \u201cExcept for tonight, I think he was too sore to sit a horse in order to go anywhere.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">When Ben turned back to Adam, he could see the worry in his father\u2019s face. \u201cI don\u2019t know what to say anymore, Pa.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI know, Adam. None of us do. I\u2019m not ashamed to admit it, but I\u2019m scared. I\u2019m scared for him, for his safety. He\u2019s gotten so reckless; it\u2019s like he doesn\u2019t care what happens to him. It\u2019s the fighting, the way he rides; not just Cochise, but at the corral too. Then there\u2019s that gunfight. He could have been killed, and he didn\u2019t care.\u201d Ben looked down at his hands.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">_ _ _ _<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Unknown to the two men downstairs, there was another person listening to the conversation.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe stood on the top landing, just out of sight, listening to every word his father was saying.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">_\u00a0 _ _ _<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cAdam, if something were to happen to him, I don\u2019t know what I would do.\u201d Ben looked up at Adam, and he could see all the pain and fear in his father\u2019s eyes. \u201cThere\u2019s so much anger in him, Adam, anger that I put there. If I could go back and change all of it, I would, even if I had to take everything that was done to him on to myself. Alex was a cruel man, I knew that, but the minute he started chastising me\u2026 Well, it was like I was that teenager again. I know how Joe feels, how he wants to leave, to get away from the man that hurt him so badly. I was just like him\u2026 And I did run away. I got as far away from him, and his control, as I could. Until now, I never realized that in some ways I also blamed my parents for everything that happened. They weren\u2019t the ones who performed the acts, but they allowed Alex to. All these years later, I did even worse than they did to my own son. I not only allowed it, I did it. I withheld my respect, compassion, and most of all, my love. I, no one else, made him feel like he was nothing. Why did I do it, Adam? All because of some childhood fears.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Ben turned back to the flames and was quiet as he contemplated everything that had happened. \u201cHe gets along with you and Hoss. With the two of you, he\u2019s almost like his old self. It\u2019s just my presence that drives him away. He\u2019s lost all his love for me.\u201d When Ben turned back to Adam there were tears shimmering in his eyes. \u201cI can fix this, Adam, I now know how.\u201d Ben straightened his shoulders before continuing. \u201cI\u2019m going to turn the horse operation over to him. All of it. He\u2019ll handle the contracts, everything.\u201d Ben held up his hand when Adam started to interrupt. \u201cHear me out, Son. He can do it. I have that much faith in him. He won\u2019t let you and Hoss down.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cHoss and I? What about you, Pa?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Ben took a deep breath before continuing, he knew how his son was going to react to what he was going to say. \u201cI\u2019m going to take a trip. I haven\u2019t been back home in some time. I thought I might go visit John and his family. Maybe even see some old friends.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Adam was at a loss. Other than going to New Orleans the time he met Marie, and then leaving for a short time after her death, Ben had never left the Ponderosa, except for short business trips.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cHow long are you planning on being gone?\u201d Adam was afraid to hear what the answer was going to be.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI honestly don\u2019t know, Son.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cYou\u00a0<em>are\u00a0<\/em>going to come home, aren\u2019t you?\u201d Adam was starting to worry.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cIt all depends.\u201d Ben was trying to be evasive and hoped Adam would let it go, but he should have known better.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cIt depends on what?\u201d Adam demanded. When Ben remained silent, Adam had his answer. \u201cLittle Joe,\u201d he whispered.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Ben nodded. \u201cI\u2019m hoping my absence will give him a chance to heal. My presence is only keeping the wounds open and festering. Maybe some day he\u2019ll be able to forgive me. If that happens and\u00a0<em>all<\/em>\u00a0of you boys want me back, I\u2019ll be more than happy to return.\u201d This was the hardest thing he\u2019d ever had to do\u2026 No, the hardest was yet to come. The day he has to say goodbye and leave. \u201cI was going to tell you and Hoss in the morning.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cWhat about Little Joe? When are you going to tell him?\u201d Once again Ben\u2019s silence answered his question. \u201cYou\u2019re not going to. But why, Pa?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI don\u2019t think it matters one way or another. He\u2019s young, he needs the security of his home. I\u2019m afraid if I don\u2019t leave he will. At least this way I know he\u2019s safe. Besides, the three of you can run the ranch just fine.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Adam had to swallow past the lump in his throat. \u201cWhen do you plan to leave?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI was thinking the day after tomorrow.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cThat soon?\u201d Adam was shocked by his father\u2019s decision. \u201cHoss and I won\u2019t be back from Sacramento yet. Pa, that doesn\u2019t give us any time\u2026\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cTime for what, Adam? Time to sit here and worry ourselves sick, waiting for him to get himself killed?\u201d Ben saw the devastated look on his son\u2019s face and sighed. \u201cI know it\u2019s hard, Adam, but I think it\u2019s best if we say our goodbyes when you and Hoss leave in the morning. If I were to stay longer it would only make it more difficult.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cWhat about the round up and branding? No one will be here for it.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cLittle Joe will.\u201d Ben held up his hand to stop Adam from interrupting. \u201cLike I said, I have complete faith in Little Joe. He\u2019ll also have Hank to help him. Give him a chance, Adam, he won\u2019t let you down.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI just wish we didn\u2019t have to go to Sacramento. Maybe Hoss and I should postpone the trip.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cNo, Adam, this has been planned. You need to take care of those contracts, and Hoss is due some time off.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cBut, Pa\u2026\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cNo, Adam, my mind\u2019s made up,\u201d Ben admonished, before making a request. \u201cI do ask one thing of you and Hoss.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cWhat\u2019s that, Pa?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Ben looked Adam straight in the eye. \u201cNo matter what, I do\u00a0<em>not<\/em>\u00a0want either you or Hoss taking this out on Little Joe in any shape of form. This is not his fault. He didn\u2019t ask for any of it to happen.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cWe won\u2019t, I promise.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI\u2019ll make sure you always know where I am. And of course I\u2019ll write.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cPa, please don\u2019t do this,\u201d Adam beseeched.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cAdam, I told you, my mind\u2019s made up. Please, don\u2019t make this any harder than it already is,\u201d Ben begged, his heart breaking with each word he had to say.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Adam simply nodded his head. He couldn\u2019t get anything past the lump in his throat.\u00a0<em>Pa\u2019s leaving. Oh, God, Pa\u2019s leaving.<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI\u2019ll be in town most of the day tomorrow. I have quite a few things I need to take care of before I leave.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Adam went over and sat down on the table next to his father. He looked at his father with misty eyes. \u201cPa\u2026\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Ben pulled Adam in to his arms and held tight to his oldest son. Words weren\u2019t needed to tell each other how they felt.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">_ _ _ _<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Up on the landing, Joe\u2019s heart kept telling him to go down there, tell his father everything he felt, and to ask him not to leave\u2026 Beg him to stay. But his feet just wouldn\u2019t obey his heart. He was frozen at the top of the stairs while tears spilled down his face and landed on the rug he was standing on. Finally, Joe turned and went back to his room and closed his door with a soft click.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe had finally listened.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><strong>Chapter 109<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe paced his room like a caged animal. He didn\u2019t know what to do. He wanted to go down there and tell his father he couldn\u2019t leave, but then he would remember everything that had happened and the anger would start to build. \u201cWhat do I do?\u201d Joe pleaded to the empty room.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Normally, with a problem of this magnitude he could go to his father or one of his brothers for help, but he couldn\u2019t do that this time. The only answers he felt he\u2019d get would be the ones that would make them happy; they wouldn\u2019t understand his dilemma. For the first time in his life, Joe had no one he could talk to, seek advice from. Joe felt he was completely alone.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">He continued to pace. When he turned and started another circuit his gaze fell upon his mother\u2019s picture, he stopped dead in his tracks, and he continued to stare at her.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI\u2019m not alone.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe got dressed, and not wanting to run into anyone downstairs, he climbed out his window, down the roof, and ran to the barn. He saddled Cochise and walked him away from the house until he knew he wouldn\u2019t be heard. He swung into the saddle and kicked him into a gallop.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe was going to see his mother.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><strong>Chapter 110<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">It was a warm, clear night. A full moon lit a starry sky. The smell of pine was heavy in the air, the night birds were singing their songs, and waves could be heard softly lapping against the shore of Lake Tahoe. The night air was still, there wasn\u2019t even a whisper of a breeze flowing through the tall Ponderosa pines. The moonlight shone softly down on the bluff by the lake surrounding Marie\u2019s grave in shimmering silver.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe walked slowly towards his mother\u2019s grave. He hadn\u2019t been here since the confrontation with Ramsey. Something &#8212; Joe didn\u2019t understand what &#8212; but something had been keeping him away from her. Now he stood next to his mother, confused and lost.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe sat down on the carpet of pine needles next to his mother and lovingly traced the words on the headstone. He bowed his head not knowing what to say, or even where to start. Joe quietly sat there listening to the sounds around him. Somewhere in the distance he could hear a whip-poor-will singing with an owl occasionally joining in. A soft, gentle breeze started to gently blow threw the pines and around Joe, caressing his face and ruffling his hair.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cMama, I don\u2019t know what to do anymore. I don\u2019t want\u2026\u201d Joe trailed off, it was hard to use a word that he hadn\u2019t used in months, but had always felt in his heart. \u201cI don\u2019t want Pa to leave, but how do I get past this?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">The breeze picked up in its intensity and stirred the pine needles around Marie\u2019s grave as Joe sat in silence, then it died back down. \u201cHelp me, Mama,\u201d he pleaded. Again, the breeze picked up, this time blowing Joe\u2019s hair into his face. He reached up and pushed the wayward curls out of his eyes. \u201cHe left me, Mama. I felt like I lost him as completely as I lost you.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe jumped to his feet and strode over to the edge of the bluff and looked out over the lake. \u201cWhat do you want from me?\u201d he screamed.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">The breeze became a wind, and there was nothing gentle about it, swirling pine needles and dirt around Joe, blowing through his hair, and feeling like a slap to his face. He grabbed a rock from the ground and threw it as hard and as far as he could. This did nothing to relieve the anger building up in him. Joe\u2019s hands were clenched into fists and he was breathing hard as emotions coursed through his body.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">He grabbed another rock and threw it at the lake. \u201cWhy did you do that?\u201d Joe began to pummel the lake with rocks. Each one followed by a pleading cry of \u201cWhy?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">When his anger peaked, Joe turned and buried his right fist into the tree next to him. \u201cIt\u2019s not fair!\u201d He leaned into the tree, rested his forehead against the rough bark and closed his eyes as sobs wracked his body.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Exhausted, Joe pushed away from the tree and stumbled over to Marie\u2019s grave where he sank down to the ground next to her headstone. Joe leaned against it like a child would lean into his mother and have her arms wrap around him, making him fell safe and loved. One by one each hurtful and hateful memory tore away from Joe\u2019s heart leaving it free and fertile for a new crop of emotions. As each one left something was unburied, the soil of his heart had been tilled and planted. The love Joe felt for his father was starting to grow and bloom again, brighter and more beautiful than ever before.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">The wind died down into a soft, gentle breeze again, caressing Joe as a mother would her hurt and frightened child. She held and protected him in her warm, loving arms allowing him to cry. This time the tears were cleansing and healing. They washed away all the pain, hate and fear and allowed Joe to begin the healing process at last.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">He fell asleep against his mother\u2019s headstone while the breeze stroked his hair, the smell of wild flowers drifting over him, and the whip-poor-will singing into the night.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><strong>Chapter 111<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><strong>\u00a0<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><strong>\u00a0<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">It was early in the morning when Adam and Hoss were preparing to leave for Sacramento. Ben went out to the barn with them and saddled Buck for his trip to town. He watched his sons work, knowing this was the last time he was going to see them in quite some time. No matter how hard he tried to steel his heart against the pain, it was still there, white-hot, searing his heart for all time to come.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cHave a safe trip, Boys, and have some fun.\u201d Ben watched Adam while he pulled himself up onto Sport, trying to memorize every detail of his oldest son.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cPa, ain\u2019t there another way?\u201d Hoss asked, his crystal blue eyes pleading with his father to change his mind.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Once it was discovered Joe had left some time during the night, Ben didn\u2019t delay in telling Hoss of his decision, and he could see how each word he said affected his middle son. If there had been anything he could have done to spare them the pain they were suffering, he would have. Hoss had used every argument he could think of to convince his father to change his mind, and Adam had even joined in the fight. They desperately didn\u2019t want their father to leave, and Ben desperately didn\u2019t want to leave his sons, but this was a time when the needs of the one out-weighted the needs of the many.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cHoss, we\u2019ve been through this. There\u2019s no other way.\u201d Ben placed a consoling hand on Hoss\u2019 shoulder, drinking in every touch and sight of his son, like a man who had been stranded in the desert would with water. \u201cI\u2019m sorry, Son, but I have to think of Little Joe right now and you know that.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cBut, Pa\u2026\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cNo, Hoss, my mind\u2019s made up.\u201d Ben closed his eyes as a sense of\u00a0<em>d\u00e9j\u00e0 vu<\/em>\u00a0washed over him, taking him back to his late night talk with Adam. \u201cNow, you and Adam need to get out of here, if you ever plan on reaching Sacramento.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Hoss looked at his father long and hard; he wanted to plead and beg Ben to stay, but just looking at him made Hoss realized how worthless the effort would be. And what made it worse was that Hoss knew deep down in his soul that Ben was right. If Hoss were in his father\u2019s shoes he would do the same thing. \u201cMaybe something will happen before ya leave.\u201d Forever the optimist, Hoss couldn\u2019t give up, and he prayed for a miracle.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cYes, Hoss, we can hope.\u201d Ben slapped Hoss on the back. \u201cNow, git!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cYes, Sir.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Adam watched the tender scene in front of him. He knew he had to get out of there or he\u2019d be right there with Hoss, begging his father to change his mind, but that would only make things worse for Ben. Adam cleared the lump out of his throat before speaking. \u201cCome on, Hoss, we have to go.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Ben looked up at his oldest son, gratitude shining in his eyes. He knew what it was costing Adam to ride out. He knew what it was costing all three of them.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Hoss gave Ben one last hug. He didn\u2019t want to ever let go, but he knew he had to. Hoss stepped back from Ben, and without any shame, wiped the tears from his face. \u201cHave a good trip, Pa. Keep in touch, ya hear?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI will, Hoss.\u201d Ben felt the tears welling in his own eyes, but fought them. He had to be strong for himself, but most of all he needed to be strong for his sons. \u201cYou boys take care of Little Joe for me.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cWe will, Pa. Have\u2026\u201d Adam had to stop and take a deep breath. \u201cHave a good trip, Pa.\u201d With a final wave, Adam gave Sport a kick and rode out of the yard.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI\u2019ll take care of \u2018im, Pa, I promise.\u201d Without another word Hoss was gone.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Ben stood in the yard and watched his older sons ride away. He knew today was going to be hard. They said their goodbyes at breakfast, but watching them ride away was like a knife slicing through his heart, leaving it exposed, raw and bleeding. Ben was no fool, he knew tomorrow was going to be much worse. To leave his home was bad enough, but to leave Little Joe, especially, without a word said between them or even a last touch was paramount to ripping his soul out and casting it away.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><strong>Chapter 112<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">After watching his sons leave, Ben returned to the house for one last cup of coffee and to gather up the papers he needed for his meeting with his attorney.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">He stood just inside the door and looked around the room. He remembered so many long talks he had had with Adam when they had built this house. Even though Adam had been young, Ben had wanted his input on their home; even little Hoss had chime in here and there.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Adam\u2026 Adam had been the one constant in Ben\u2019s life ever since leaving Boston after Elizabeth died. It wasn\u2019t an easy decision, to take his infant son and leave everything he knew in order to pursue of his dream. It was slow going with no one to share the responsibilities of taking care of a baby. But as Adam became older and didn\u2019t need constant care, things became easier. Money was always tight; in order to survive, Ben had had to take odd jobs here and there as they made their way across the country, into a new life.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">It was on one such occasion when he met Inger. Ben\u2019s world expanded, when he fell in love with the beautiful Swedish woman who stole his heart. Things had become easier for Adam after that, he was able to spend more time being a child and less time taking on the responsibilities of an adult.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Crossing the vast prairie had been dangerous and hard, but life had been good for Ben and his family\u2026 That is, before that fateful had day arrived. They had left St. Louis with a guide and three other families bound for the west. They set off down the Oregon Trail and headed for Ash Hallow, Nebraska, to meet up with another group of pioneers. Shortly after reaching their destination they had been forced to take shelter when they had been attacked by a band of Indians, seeking revenge because their guide, Rockwell, had killed one of their braves. They fought hard to hold off the Indians and save their lives. Inger, the brave woman she was, gave Hoss to Adam, grabbed a rifle and took over defending a window when Rockwell took a bullet in his shoulder.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">The Indians were falling back, and it looked like they might just live to see another day, or so Ben had thought, until suddenly his world careened out of control, plunging him into the depths of Hell. Ben heard Adam cry out to him, and when he turned he saw an Inger with an arrow buried deep in her back. Without a thought, except getting to his beloved wife, Ben left his post and rushed to her side. He held his wife as she took her last breath.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Ben had thought his life was over. He had barely survived Elizabeth\u2019s death, but how could he survive Inger\u2019s? He had wanted to walk out the door and let the Indians put an end to his misery, but then his eyes had fallen on Adam and Hoss. They baby had been crying, but Adam\u2026 He sat there, trying to comfort his baby brother while his world crumbled and his heart broke. He had just lost the only mother he had ever known. Ben had had to pull himself together for his sons. He had to go on. He had to do it for the legacies that Elizabeth and Inger had left behind.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">They had moved on, leaving behind a piece of their hearts buried in a grove marked with only a simple cross. They had continued traveling west, looking for the place of Ben\u2019s dreams, his own piece of Heaven. A place he could put down roots, raise his family, and they theirs for generations to come. The day had finally came, when Ben had laid eyes on Heaven itself, at least it had been\u00a0such\u00a0in Ben\u2019s eyes. Lake Tahoe. Ben was home. Together, the three Cartwrights created and built their home; blood, sweat and tears had etched out what would one day become the mighty Ponderosa.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Just when Ben had thought he had everything he could ever want or need, he made a trip to New Orleans that would change his life once again. He had the sad task of deliver the news and a final message from a husband to a wife. Ben had to tell her that she was now a widow. Her husband had been killed saving Ben\u2019s life, and he had felt it was his obligation to deliver the news to his family personally.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Something happened while he had been there, something he never expected to happen again. He had fallen in love. She had been a vision, a breath of spring air, with her honey colored hair, hazel eyes and a smile that would light up any room she was in. Yes, she had had a questionable past as a hostess in a gambling parlor, but Ben hadn\u2019t cared, the only thing that had mattered was the here and now. He had been completely, without a doubt, hopelessly in love with her. With her by his side he could do anything. When he had returned home it had been with his new bride, Marie.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Marie had brought changes with her. She had left her mark on everything she touched, especially Ben&#8217;s\u00a0heart. As the years passed, he had felt a contentment he had never known. Marie immediately fell in love with Adam and Hoss. From the first she ahd treated them as her own. One would have never known they weren\u2019t hers by watching or listening to her. Hoss had been young enough that he took to her immediately. It had taken Adam longer to accept her into his life, but in the end Marie had won his heart, too<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Then that autumn day came and changed their lives once again. In one horrifying moment everything they loved was ripped away from them when Marie was thrown from her horse. Ben was devastated. Twice, he had survived a love that had been torn from him.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">The last time seemed so much worse. Unable to come to terms with his grief he had ran. He ran from the memories of their life together, he ran from all the reminders of her that remained. He ran until he remembered what he left behind &#8211; His sons. Like his other wives, Marie had left behind a precious reminder of the life they had had together. A reminder he didn\u2019t want to run from, a reminder that would heal his heart, bring joy and comfort to his life: their son, Joseph. As the boy grew, he reminded Ben more and more of Marie, in looks and in spirit.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Spirit\u2026 Ben had done his best to crush that irresistible spirit. When it had happened, Ben didn&#8217;t stop\u00a0to think how devastating a loss that would have been to him. Fortunately, the boy still had his spirit, but Ben no longer had the boy. Joseph was lost to him. But had he lost him forever? Only time, and distance, would tell.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Ben was willing to pay what he thought was the ultimate sacrifice. He was leaving his home and his sons, perhaps for the last time. No matter how much pain it caused him he would not sacrifice the safety and well-being of his youngest son. He had to go, in order for one of his cherished sons to heal.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">The memories continued to assault Ben. Everywhere he looked, there were memories, the table that he had to keep telling Joe to take his feet off of, the blue chair where Adam would spend most of his evenings reading, the checkerboard, how Hoss loved a good game of checkers, even if Joe cheated.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Ben picked up the statue of a horse that sat on the table just behind the settee. He remembered the day, ten years ago, when Joe had first seen it. The boy had immediately fall in love with it, and relentlessly pestered his father for it, telling him it was just the thing they needed for the house. Ben smiled when he recalled the words Joe used to win the argument.\u00a0<em>\u201cBut, Pa, Mama would love it. She\u2019d want it sittin\u2019 on the table where she could see it everyday, and it would make her smile.\u201d<\/em>\u00a0As Ben paid for it he saw the excitement dancing in his son\u2019s eyes. Joe had held that statue all the way home. When he had walked into the house he had reverently placed it in the middle of the table and smiled.\u00a0<em>\u201cSee, Pa, it\u2019s meant to be there.\u201d<\/em>\u00a0And there it had stayed. Seven years later it still sat on that table, a testament to how easily his youngest son could wrap him tightly around his middle finger.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Ben\u2019s eyes fell on Marie\u2019s beloved settee, like Joe and his statue; he could remember how excited she had been when it arrived. She had been very pregnant with Joe at the time, she had been radiant as it was, but the day it arrived, she had put even the sun to shame.\u00a0<em>\u201cA touch of color,\u201d<\/em>\u00a0she told him,<em>\u201cwill make this room so much warmer.\u201d\u00a0<\/em>Not only had she ordered the settee, but she also ordered the red leather chairs and the blue velvet one. She had been wrong in one thing though. The color wasn\u2019t what had warmed the room, the house; it had been her, her smile, her laughter, her beauty and that of his sons. His family was what made this room warm, it made it a home.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI\u2019m so sorry, Marie. Look what I\u2019ve done to your son. He\u2019s at the point that he doesn\u2019t care if he lives or dies, in his anguish he\u2019s willing to destroy himself. I\u2019ve done that to him, no one else.\u201d Ben bowed his head and was overcome by his emotions. \u201cWatch over him, Marie. Help the boys keep him safe,\u201d Ben whispered to the room. He raised his head and looked around, drinking in the sights and memories.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Ben choked back a sob. Clearing his throat, he brushed a shaking hand across his shimmering eyes, trying to remove the moisture that kept gathering there.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cYou\u2019re a fool, Ben Cartwright, nothing but an old fool.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">With a last look around, Ben strode over to his desk, gathered the papers he needed and walked out of the house.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><strong>Chapter 113<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Ben had just started to ride out of the yard when Joe came galloping in. Ben watched him with a profound feeling of sadness.\u00a0<em>If only I could reach him, get past all of his anger.<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe saw his father starting to leave the yard, and stop when he rode in. Joe pulled Cochise to a stop at the hitching rail, dismounted and tied his horse to it. He kept his back to Ben while he took a moment to compose himself and put his thoughts into some kind of order.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Ben watched Joe dismount and turn his back on him. Just for a second Ben thought he saw something on his son\u2019s face when he rode, but when Joe deliberately turned his back on him, he knew he was wrong. Without a word, Ben turned Buck and rode out of the yard. As he rode, He let his mind wander to happier times, times when Joe\u2019s face would light up when he saw him, when a simple touch meant the world to both of them.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe took a long deep breath and slowly released it, trying to chase away the remorse and guilt he felt, and to calm the trembling that had taken over his body. His next words had to be right; they had to restore what he had had with his father. Joe straightened his shoulders and turned around. The small smile on his face faded away, his father was gone. Joe had been so lost in thought that he never heard Ben ride out.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe moved so he could see down the road, there Ben was, riding off into the distance. \u201cPa!\u201d he yelled. When Ben didn\u2019t stop, or even turn in his saddle, Joe tried again. \u201cPa, stop!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Ben was out of range and so lost in his memories, he never heard Joe call out to him. If he would have, he\u2019d have known everything was at an end. Just one word told it all\u2026 Pa.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe watched his father ride away and frowned. He hadn\u2019t meant to fall asleep next to his mother, but the conversation he overheard and the emotional conflict he went through left him thoroughly exhausted. Once his decision was made, and he had let go of all the hurt and pain, he felt such an immense feeling of relief and contentment for the first time in months, he had drifted off to sleep with visions of the reunion he and his father would have.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cWe can talk tonight. It\u2019s not too late. I have time, and this isn\u2019t something I want to do on the road or in town.\u201d Joe grabbed Cochise\u2019s reins and led him into the barn. Once he was done taking care of his horse, he went into the house, changed into fresh clothes, had something to eat \u2013 Much to Hop Sings disgust &#8211;\u00a0 and collected the supply list from Hop Sing before he hitched the team to the wagon and headed for town.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><strong>Chapter 114<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cGood afternoon, Mr. Schone,\u201d Joe said in greeting to the store owner.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cAfternoon, Little Joe.\u201d Mr. Schone looked up from what he was doing when he heard a Joe\u2019s cheery greeting. \u201cYou sound awful chipper today.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cOh, I am, it\u2019s the best day ever,\u201d Joe said, as he flashed one of his famous smiles that caused girls everywhere to swoon.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Mr. Schone couldn\u2019t but smile. Joe\u2019s eyes were sparkling with a brilliance that could rival the sun, and the smile that lit up his face could have melted even the most hardened heart. \u201cWhat can I do for you?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cGot a list of supplies that we need.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI wondered when one of you would be in to do Hop Sing\u2019s shopping.\u201d He took the proffered list and looked it over. \u201cGive me an hour or so to get this together. Go on over and get yourself a beer.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI won\u2019t argue with that. See you later, Mr. Schone.\u201d Joe literally bounced out of the store.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Mr. Schone watched Joe leave his store and laughed. \u201cI didn\u2019t think you would.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><strong>Chapter 115<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cThanks, Hiram, I appreciate all your help with this,\u201d Ben said as he offered his hand to his attorney.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI\u2019m glad I could be of help, Ben. I just wish things were different. You\u2019re going to be missed by quite a few people, but I can understand your reasoning.\u201d Hiram accepted Ben\u2019s hand and the two men parted.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Ben left Hiram\u2019s office and headed to the bank. There were only a few more matters that he needed to take care of before he could head home. On his way Ben noticed the back of a familiar figure crossing the street directly in front of him and smiled fondly.\u00a0<em>I should have known he\u2019d head for the Bucket of Blood after dropping off that list.\u00a0<\/em>The smile turned bitter sweet when Ben remembered why he was in town.\u00a0<em>Oh, Little Joe, I hope you find the peace you desperately need. You\u2019re too young to let your heart turn to stone.<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Ben caught a movement out of the corner of his eye. When he turned his head he saw a man standing in the middle of the street taking aim at his son\u2019s back.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<em>Dear God, no! This can\u2019t be happening!<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">The thought flashed through his mind as he watched what was unfolding in front of him. With no time to call out a warning or even draw his own gun Ben ran to Joe, intent on pushing his son out of harm\u2019s way.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">The man pulled the trigger at the same time that Ben ran into the street.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><strong>Chapter 116<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe heard the report from the shot and felt a hard impact on his back which sent him stumbling forward, barely managing to stay on his feet. Out of sheer reflex he drew his gun and turned around in one fluid motion. He saw Harper standing down the street from him, his gun out and a cloud of gray smoke surrounding it. In an instant Joe know that Harper had shot him, he could feel the ache in his back, but figured that the bullet had only grazed him. He saw Harper take aim at him once more; before he could fire Joe pulled the trigger on his own gun. This time Joe\u2019s bullet didn\u2019t wing him, it hit Harper directly in the chest. He was dead before he hit the ground.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe stood waiting for the onslaught of pain to hit him. Confusion washed over him when there wasn\u2019t any.\u00a0<em>But I felt it.<\/em>\u00a0When Joe looked down at the ground the pain hit him full force, but instead of it being in his back the pain was ripping through and shredding his heart without mercy. Lying at his feet was his father, blood pouring from a hole in his chest.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><strong>Chapter 117<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">All the color drained from Joe\u2019s face and he fell to his knees. \u201cPa!\u201d he called, but Ben was beyond hearing his son. Joe pulled his father close to him. \u201cNo, no, Pa, please, Pa, don\u2019t leave me,\u201d Joe begged as tears streamed down his face. He looked up at the crowd gathering around him. \u201cSomeone get the Doc!\u201d Joe screamed in desperation.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Paul and Roy were already pushing their way through the crowd. They had heard the shot and when they got closer to the crowd they heard the desperate cry for help. Both men stopped cold in their tracks when they saw the scene before them.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Paul was the first to take action. He knelt down next to Joe. \u201cLittle Joe, let me have him,\u201d Paul gently coaxed.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe didn\u2019t hear Paul; he kept a tight hold on Ben while he continued to beg. \u201cPlease, Pa, don\u2019t leave me. I didn\u2019t mean none of it. Please, don\u2019t leave me. I need ya, Pa. Please\u2026\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cJoseph! You have to let go,\u201d Paul ordered. When Joe didn\u2019t do as he was told Paul looked up at Roy for help.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Roy saw that Joe had no intention of letting go and allowing Paul to help, if there was any help left to give. Roy saw the vast amount of blood that was soaking into the dusty street where Ben laid. He looked at Joe and it seemed like the boy was drenched in it. There was blood covering his shirt and pants. His hands seemed to be painted dark gruesome red, and there were streaks of blood on his face.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cCome on, Son, you have to let Doc in there.\u201d Roy took hold of Joe and as gently as he could pulled him away.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cNO!\u201d Joe screamed as he tried to pull away, but Roy wrapped his arms around Joe and kept a firm grip on him.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Paul pushed his fingers against Ben\u2019s throat praying for a pulse, even though he had no expectations of finding one. With his fingers against Ben\u2019s neck, Paul waited and held his breath praying, and hoping beyond hope, to feel that pulsating beat that meant life.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><strong>Chapter 118<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><em>There it is!\u00a0<\/em>Paul had found it. Ben\u2019s pulse was weak and too fast for his comfort, but it was there all the same. Ben was still alive and he was going to do everything in his power to keep it that way. \u201cYou men, help me get him to my office.\u201d They picked Ben up from the ground and started towards Paul\u2019s office. \u201cBe careful with him,\u201d Paul admonished.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe was still struggling against Roy. His only thought was getting to his father. \u201cLet me go!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Roy pulled Joe around and gave him a hard shake. \u201cJoseph! You stop this right now. You just calm down, do you hear me? You\u2019re not going to help your Pa none unless you simmer down.\u201d Roy kept a hold of Joe until he stopped fighting against him. \u201cCome on, Little Joe.\u201d Roy started to follow Paul, but stopped where Harper was lying on the ground.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cHe\u2019s dead, Roy,\u201d Paul called out to him.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Roy looked at Harper, his gun, then over to where Ben had been laying on the ground. He saw Joe\u2019s gun on the ground where it had been dropped. Looking at everything, Roy was able to read the whole story, and the plot was perfectly clear. Later, he would take statements as a formality. Harper was dead. It would save the town the expense of a trial and a possible hanging.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cGet this trash off my street!\u201d Roy ordered.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><strong>Chapter 119<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Roy guided Joe into Paul\u2019s office and pushed him down into a chair. The door to Paul\u2019s surgery was already closed, telling Roy that the fight for Ben\u2019s life had begun.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Roy looked back at Joe and his heart went out to him. Joe was pale as a ghost. The white pallor of his skin was in stark contrast to the streaks of blood on his face. Joe sat hunched over, his arms were wrapped tightly across his stomach, his whole body was shaking and his gaze was locked onto the floor. Roy looked down to where Joe\u2019s eyes were fixated and gasped in shock. There was a trail of blood leading from the front door right to the closed surgery door.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Roy knew Paul kept extra blankets in a cabinet in the backroom, and went to retrieved a couple them. Yes, Ben was in desperate need of medical attention, but his son would be there too unless something was done for him. He wrapped the blankets around Joe\u2019s shoulders before heading to Paul\u2019s office. There was a pot of coffee sitting on the small stove. He filled a mug with it, added a liberal amount of brandy to it, and took it back out to Joe. He sat down in next to Joe and handed the mug to him.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cHere, Little Joe, drink this.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe shook his head and kept staring at the floor.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cCome on, Boy, drink it, it\u2019ll help,\u201d Roy persisted as he pressed the mug into his hands and guided it to his mouth. Joe automatically took a drink, then another. Satisfied, Roy sat back in his chair. He kept watching Joe, who still had his eyes locked on the bloody floor. Roy shook his head and went to get a mop and pail then proceeded to mop the floor.\u00a0<em>This is all Ben\u2019s blood, my friend\u2019s blood. Dear Lord, please be with him and Little Joe, they need you right now. Please guide Paul\u2019s hands so he can save our friend. Please Lord,\u00a0<\/em>Roy silently prayed while he wiped away every last trace of blood.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cRoy?\u201d Clem walked into Paul\u2019s office and saw only Joe sitting there.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cHere, Clem,\u201d Roy answered walking back into the waiting room after putting the cleaning supplies away. \u201cWhat do you need?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI just wanted to let you know Harper\u2019s been taken care of, and to return this.\u201d Clem handed Roy Joe\u2019s gun.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cThanks.\u201d Roy looked back at Joe, who still hadn\u2019t moved. \u201cDo me a favor, Clem, go down to the mercantile and pick up a set of clothes for Little Joe. Ask Mr. Schone for help, he should have an idea what his size is.\u201d Roy looked back at Clem. \u201cAlso, send someone out to the Ponderosa to get Adam and Hoss.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cCan\u2019t\u2026 Not there\u2026 Sacramento,\u201d Joe whispered.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Roy turned to Joe. His head was up and he was looking at Roy. His green eyes were shimmering with unshed tears, his lower lip was quivering and there was the look of profound grief written all over his too pale face.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cWhat did you say, Little Joe?\u201d Roy asked, keeping his voice soft and gentle.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cAdam and Hoss, they left for Sacramento early this morning.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Roy nodded his head. \u201cSend a telegram to Sacramento and every town in between that they would pass through.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI\u2019ll make sure it\u2019s done, Roy.\u201d Clem left the office to do what was requested. When he returned with a new set of clothes, the door to the surgery was still closed and Joe hadn\u2019t moved from the chair he was sitting in. Clem handed the clothes to Roy, and with one last look at Joe, he left the office.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cDamn it, Ben, don\u2019t even\u2026\u201d Paul\u2019s voice filtered through the wall and Joe\u2019s face became even more pale, if that were possible.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cCome on, Son, let\u2019s get you cleaned up.\u201d Roy helped Joe from the chair and guided him to the backroom. He set the clothes on a table and poured some water into a basin. \u201cThere you go, Little Joe. You wash up and put on those clean clothes. I\u2019ll be right outside if you need me.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe nodded his head, acknowledging Roy\u2019s words. When he heard the soft click of the door closing he walked over to the basin and looked in the mirror above it. He squeezed his eyes closed when he saw the blood on his face and shirt. He opened them and looked down at the rest of his shirt and pants. He was covered in blood. His father\u2019s blood. Joe looked at his hands and saw more blood.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cOh, God,\u201d he cried and fell to his knees. He immediately grabbed the bucket that was sitting on the floor next to the stand and was violently ill. Long after his stomach was empty, Joe continued with dry heaves. When the spasms subsided, he pushed it away and wrapped his arms around his stomach and doubled over, his forehead coming to rest on the floor while hot tears spilled from his eyes leaving a white trail through the copper streaks on his face.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">With a groan Joe pushed himself to his feet. He poured himself a glass of water and rinsed his mouth out. Not being able to stand the coppery smell of the blood drying on his clothes, Joe all but ripped them off as fast as he could, not caring about any damage he caused. For all he cared someone could take and burn them; he never wanted to see them again. Joe quickly washed every inch of his body. When the water in the basin turned a crimson from the blood, Joe dumped it in the bucket and poured fresh water in it.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Once he was clean, or as clean as he felt he could be, Joe put on the clothes Roy had left for him. Even though he had clean gray slacks and a black shirt on, Joe still felt like he was covered in blood, a feeling he knew would last the rest of his life. As far as Joe was concerned, it was his fault that his father was in the other room possibly dying.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Roy looked up when he heard the door to the backroom open and Joe walked out, still pale as ever, but blood free.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cPa?\u201d Joe whispered.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cDoc\u2019s still with him,\u201d Roy said as guided Joe to a chair once again.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><strong>Chapter 120<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">An hour later the door to the surgery opened and Paul walked out. He took one look at Joe and at that moment hated his job.\u00a0<em>The boy looks like he\u2019s ready to pass out.<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe looked up when he heard the door open and started to stand up.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cSit down and stay put,\u201d Paul told him and walked to his office. When he returned he had a glass of brandy in his hand.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cDoc\u2026\u201d Joe started to ask,only to have the glass pushed into his hand.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cDrink it,\u201d Paul ordered when Joe looked at him with questioning eyes. He didn\u2019t know which was worse, the Joe out on the street screaming to be set free so he could get to his father, or the one sitting in his waiting room looking like his whole world had ended and he had no reason to be there.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Paul sat down in the chair next to Joe. \u201cAdam and Hoss?\u201d he asked Roy.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cNo, they\u2019re on the trail.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Paul nodded.\u00a0<em>Little Joe\u2019s going to need them now more than ever. He\u2019s too young to go through this alone.<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cJoseph\u2026\u201d Paul waited until Joe looked at him. Paul tried to find the right words to tell a seventeen-year-old that his life was about to change.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><strong>Chapter 121<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cJoseph, I was able to get the bullet out\u2026\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe gave a heartfelt sigh. \u201cPa\u2019s going to be okay, then?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Paul slipped his arm around Joe\u2019s shoulders. \u201cThat\u2019s not what I said, Son. I got the bullet out, but it wasn\u2019t easy. It went in pretty deep, just below his shoulder, and did some damage, but the blood loss\u2026\u201d Paul had to stop to clear his throat. It was bad enough to have to give families this kind of news, but to have to tell a family that he considered himself part of was almost impossible, but he had to do it.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cThen he\u2019s &#8211; he\u2019s\u2026\u201d Joe couldn\u2019t bring himself to say the word. He felt his world start to spin, there was a buzzing in his ears, and he felt like there was a band around his chest constricting his lungs until he couldn\u2019t breathe.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Paul saw what was happening and pushed Joe\u2019s head down between his knees. \u201cRoy, get me some more brandy.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Roy jumped from his seat and all but ran to Paul\u2019s office. The news was devastating, but right now he had to put his own feelings aside and help Ben\u2019s youngest son. Ben would want him to do that and that\u2019s what he was going to.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Roy was back at Paul\u2019s side with the decanter of brandy. He took the glass that Paul handed him and refilled it.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cListen to me, Joseph. I want you to take slow deep breaths\u2026\u00a0 Easy now\u2026 That\u2019s it\u2026 Now, I want you to sit up and take it slow and easy.\u201d When Joe was upright Paul pressed the glass into his hands.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe shook his head. \u201cNo\u2026 Sick again.\u201d Joe was swallowing hard, trying to fight the nausea that was churning in his stomach.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cIt\u2019ll help you calm down and I need you calm so I can explain everything to you.\u201d Paul kept his voice soft and gentle.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe looked to Paul for reassurance, when Paul nodded he hesitantly put the glass to his mouth and took a sip.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cAll of it,\u201d Paul coaxed when Joe tried to hand the glass back. Once Joe had finished the brandy Paul took the glass and handed it to Roy. \u201cAre you ready to listen to me now?\u201d When Joe nodded, Paul continued. \u201cYour father lost a lot of blood and he\u2019s extremely weak; if an infection sets he won\u2019t have the strength to fight it. As it is, his chances of waking up are quite slim. How he\u2019s survived this far is beyond me.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cYou mean he\u2019s\u2026\u201d Joe looked at Paul with a glimmer of hope shining in his eyes. \u201cYou mean he\u2019s still alive?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cFor the moment. Little Joe, you need to understand that he most likely won\u2019t make it through the night, as it was, it was touch and go during the surgery.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe swallowed hard and his voice was shaky. \u201cCan I see him?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cYes.\u201d Paul stood and waited for Joe to get to his feet. He was ready to catch him in case he collapsed. Paul led Joe into the other room where Ben laid on a bed, the white sheet that covered him had more color to them than Ben did. Roy grabbed a chair from the other side of the room and set it next to the bed for Joe.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe sat down and immediately took hold of Ben\u2019s hand. \u201cI\u2019m here Pa,\u201d he whispered.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Paul and Roy watched Joe for a minute before Paul motioned for Roy to follow him.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cWhere exactly are Adam and Hoss?\u201d Paul asked once they were in the waiting room and the door was closed.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cLittle Joe said they were on their way to Sacramento.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Paul sighed. \u201cWhat happened, Roy?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI don\u2019t rightly know.\u201d Roy shook his head. \u201cI haven\u2019t wanted to leave Little Joe, and I didn\u2019t want to talk to Clem about it in front of him. But by the looks of it that Harper must have drawn on Ben and Joe killed him.\u201d Roy thought about what he had seen out on the street. \u201cHarper\u2019s gun was on the ground next to him and I saw Joe\u2019s gun lying closed to where he and Ben were, I don\u2019t rightly see any other explanation.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cBen\u2019s gun was still in his holster when he was brought in,\u201d Paul added.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI thought as much.\u201d Roy looked towards the door where his friend was lying in critical condition and his young son was trying to deal with something no one his age should have to deal with. \u201cI\u2019m going to go and take care of things. Send for me if you need any help.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI will. I just wish there was something more I could do.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><strong>Chapter 122<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cPa, ya just gotta make it,\u201d Joe pleaded. \u201cI have so much I need ta tell ya\u2026 I\u2019m so sorry for everything\u2026 Please, Pa, ya have ta wake up \u2013 please.\u201d No longer able to hold it in, the dam broke and Joe sat next to his father, holding his hand as tears of guilt and fear rolled down his cheeks.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Hours passed with Joe sitting at Ben\u2019s side, not once letting go of his hand. Paul continued to check on his patient during the day and into the night, but for the most part left father and son alone. Each time he checked, Ben felt warm, but not hot enough to worry about it.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">It was after sunrise when Joe started to become aware of the heat radiating from his father\u2019s hand. He reached over and felt Ben\u2019s forehead. Ben was burning up with fever. Joe ran to the door and yanked it open. \u201cDOC!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Paul rushed out of his office, fearing the worse. \u201cLittle Joe?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cHe\u2019s real hot, Doc, ya gotta do somethin\u2019.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Paul walked past Joe and straight over to Ben. Even thought he could tell the condition of his patient just by looking at his flushed face, Paul placed his hand on Ben\u2019s forehead and frowned. He took his stethoscope and listened to his heart. He checked the wound and found it red and swollen. He had been afraid this would happen. Paul stood over his friend and closed his eyes. \u201cBen, you have to fight. If for no other reason, do it for that boy of yours,\u201d he whispered.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Paul dreaded turning around and facing Joe, but he had to do it all the same. \u201cLittle Joe, I\u2019m afraid it\u2019s gotten infected.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cDoc, please,\u201d Joe begged.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Paul stood looking between Ben and Joe trying to decide on the best course of action. \u201cThe bullet had fragmented and I thought I had it all, the only thing I can do is to operate again and see if I missed anything. But I have to warn you, Little Joe, there\u2019s big risk involved.\u201d Paul paused and Joe nodded for him to continue. \u201cHe\u2019s weak as it is, I don\u2019t know if his body can handle another surgery.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cAnd if ya don\u2019t operate?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Paul looked away from Joe. \u201cI don\u2019t think he\u2019s strong enough to fight the infection.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe considered Paul\u2019s words for a minute. \u201cSo what you\u2019re tryin\u2019 ta say is he\u2019d \u2013 he\u2019d die without the surgery, but he could or couldn\u2019t with it.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cYes, that\u2019s what I\u2019m saying, but his chances with the surgery are still very slim.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cDo the surgery.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cLittle Joe\u2026\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cA slim chance is better than no chance,\u201d Joe said cutting of what Paul was going to say. \u201cI\u2019m the only one here to decide. No matter what happens it\u2019s my responsibility.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cWhy is it your responsibility, Little Joe?\u201d Paul was confused by Joe\u2019s words.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cCuz it is. Please, Doc, do it.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Paul studied the boy in front of him before making his decision.\u00a0<em>He\u2019s right a slim chance is better than no chance.\u00a0<\/em>\u201cAlright, go sit with you Pa while I get my things together.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe nodded and went back to his father\u2019s side. He picked up Ben\u2019s hand again and started talking to him. \u201cPa, Doc\u2019s gonna do another operation so he can fix ya up. Ya just gotta make it, ya just have ta.\u201d A small smile graced Joe\u2019s face. \u201cIf for no other reason than just ta prove Doc wrong. Wouldn\u2019t that show him he ain\u2019t so smart. Ya don\u2019t count a Cartwright out until it\u2019s all over an\u2019 done with, isn\u2019t that right, Pa? Ya always said I\u2019m stubborn as a mule; well I got it from ya. If ya don\u2019t agree you\u2019re gonna have ta wake up ta tell me off.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cLittle Joe, you need to go now. Go and get something to eat.\u201d Paul was ready to start. His wife had come into the room and was ready to assist Paul with the surgery, but he had to get Joe to leave Ben before he could do anything else.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI gotta go, Pa, but I\u2019ll be back. Ya hear me, Pa? I\u2019ll be back an\u2019 you\u2019re gonna be right here waitin\u2019 for me.\u201d Joe stood up, took a deep breath, and straightened his shoulders before turning around and to face Paul. \u201cHe\u2019s gonna be just fine. He ain\u2019t gonna give up,\u201d Joe attested.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Paul put a hand on Joe\u2019s shoulder and gave it a gentle squeeze. He was touched by Joe\u2019s determination, and prayed the boy was right. \u201cYou go eat and we\u2019ll be here when you get back.\u201d<em>Please, Lord, let it be true.<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><em>\u00a0<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><em>\u00a0<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><strong>Chapter 123<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe walked out of the room and shut the door. He had no intention of leaving. He sat down in one of the chairs, but didn\u2019t stay there very long. His fear of what could happen had him on his feet and pacing back and forth across the room. \u201cHe\u2019s gonna be fine,\u201d Joe told the empty room. \u201cHe\u2019s gotta be fine, he just gotta.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe kept pacing, the enormity of Paul\u2019s prognosis and how Ben looked &#8211; like he was already gone- kept him going. Exhaustion finally set in and Joe fell back into the chair. He bowed his head and began to pray. He prayed to his mother and he prayed to God. Joe prayed like he had never prayed before. He prayed like his life depended on it, like his father\u2019s life depended on it. And it did.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cPlease, God, don\u2019t take him from me. I need him so much\u2026\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">_ _ _ _<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">It had seemed like an eternity, an eternity in Hell to Joe, but it had been only little more than an hour before the door opened and Paul walked into the room.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Paul looked at the young man before him, his apprehension of what was to come doubled.\u00a0<em>If Ben doesn\u2019t make it, I\u2019m afraid of what it\u2019ll do to him. He\u2019s everything to that boy.\u00a0<\/em>\u201cLittle Joe?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe\u2019s head snapped up and he saw Paul standing in front of him, and before he could stand, Paul knelt down in front of him and put a hand on his knee.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cYour Pa made it through the surgery. There was a fragment from the bullet that I missed, but I was able to find it and remove it. Then I thoroughly cleaned the wound,\u201d Paul gently explained.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cSo he\u2019ll be okay now?\u201d More than anything in the world, Joe wanted to hear Paul say \u2018yes.\u2019 He\u2019d give up everything he had, including Cochise, just to have his father back and healthy.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI\u2019m sorry, Son, but what I said earlier hasn\u2019t changed. It\u2019s a miracle he made it through the surgery.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe swallowed hard a couple times trying to get rid of the lump that had formed in his throat. \u201cCan I \u2013 can I see him?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cDid you do as I told you and got something to eat?\u201d When all Joe did was look at him Paul sighed. \u201cYou can see him after you eat,\u201d Paul ordered.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI ain\u2019t hungry; and I ain\u2019t leaving,\u201d Joe told Paul; his jaw had the stubborn set that said he wasn\u2019t going to budge.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cJoseph, you\u2019ll do as I tell you,\u201d Paul said and stood up, hoping to intimidate Joe by standing over him.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe got to his feet and looked Paul straight in the eyes. \u201cNo.\u201d His eyes darkened and snapped with fire, daring Paul to stop him. He pushed past him with grim determination and headed for the room where his father was. \u201cI\u2019m going to see Pa, and you can\u2019t stop me.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Astonished, Paul watched the door close. Joe had never flat out disobeyed him. This was different from all the arguments he\u2019d ever had with Joe; different from the times that Joe would try to go against his orders to stay in bed. This time Joe didn\u2019t even try to weasel his way around him, before he gave in to his orders. He flat out told him what he was going to do and what he wasn\u2019t going to do. Joe was going to be a force to be reckoned with.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cHe\u2019s definitely your son, Ben,\u201d Paul said to the empty room.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><strong>Chapter 124<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Over the next few days Joe kept a constant vigil over his father. He would eat when Paul brought him food, but he refused to leave Ben\u2019s side, no matter how hard Paul tried to convince him to.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe had dozed off in the chair next to Ben when he awoke with a start. He looked around the room in confusion, not sure where he was or what woke him. When he heard a groan close by he remembered where he was and why he was there. When Joe looked at his father, he saw Ben rolling his head back and forth on the pillow.<strong>\u00a0<\/strong>He reached over and felt Ben\u2019s forehead. He was still burning up with fever. Joe picked up the towel he had been using to cool his father, wet it with the cold water in the basin next to the bed and placed it on Ben\u2019s forehead after wringing out the excess water.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI\u2019m sorry, Pa, I shouldn\u2019t of fallen asleep.\u201d Joe took hold of his father\u2019s hand again and held it, hoping that his strength and faith would pass over to Ben and help him fight. \u201cThis sure is a switch, ain\u2019t it, Pa? Me sittin\u2019 by ya. It\u2019s normally ya sittin\u2019 and frettin\u2019 over me.\u201d Joe once again the cloth and replaced it on Ben\u2019s forehead.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cPa, do ya remember a couple years ago when we ran into that Henry\u00a0<em>T.P<\/em>. Comstock fella? He sure did cause a ruckus, didn\u2019t he?\u201d Joe smiled at the memory of all that had happened when he was fifteen. \u201cYou were so mad cuz I took Princess Sara ta that dance. I sure thought I was dead when Chief Winnemucca showed up, an\u2019 then there was that Lean Knife. Boy, was I ever glad when ya an\u2019 ol\u2019 Adam showed up. Know what, Pa? I ain\u2019t sorry I kissed her. Ain\u2019t sorry at all.\u201d Joe took the towel and soaked it in the water once more and replaced it on Ben\u2019s brow. \u201cIt sure was fun tryin\u2019 ta get Adam ta dance with one of them big gals. Hoss thought so too.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Ben groaned and shifted on the bed. \u201cJoseph?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI\u2019m here, Pa.\u201d Joe moved over to the edge of the bed so he was closer to his father. \u201cPa, please open your eyes. Please, Pa.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cHe\u2019s a good boy, Alex,\u201d Ben mumbled. Caught in the unrelenting hands of the fever that consumed him, Ben was taken back to a time when his life had turned into a nightmare. \u201cHe hasn\u2019t done anything wrong.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe went over and poured some water into a glass; supporting his father\u2019s head he held it to Ben\u2019s mouth. \u201cHere, Pa, drink this. Doc says ya need ta.\u201d Joe was able to get Ben to drink most of the water. He sat back down on the bed next to his father and once again placed the wet towel on Ben\u2019s brow. \u201cSee, Pa, you\u2019re gonna be okay. I just know it.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cHe doesn\u2019t mean anything by it, Alex\u2026 Oh, Little Joe, I\u2019m so sorry. I never should have done it.\u201d Ben shifted on the bed and moaned.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe put his hand on Ben\u2019s shoulder. \u201cPa, ya gotta lie still.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cOh, God, the look in Little Joe\u2019s eyes\u2026 I should have never let him on my land\u2026 Why? I\u2019m a grown man\u2026 Not a little boy\u2026\u201d Ben continued to shift on the bed, lost in a world where there was no escape. \u201cNo reason to be afraid of him\u2026 Please, Little Joe, please forgive me.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI do, Pa. I do\u2026\u201d Joe eyes clouded with tears, one gently slipped from the corner of his eye and slid down his face. That one tear was followed by another and another after that. \u201cPa, if you\u2019ll just wake up I\u2019ll forgive ya anything ya ask\u2026 Don\u2019t ya leave me, Pa.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">_ _ _ _<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Paul stood in the doorway watching the heartbreaking scene before him. He cleared his throat to make his presence known. He walked over to the bed and checked on his patient. After his exam he turned to Joe. \u201cLittle Joe, we need to talk.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cLet\u2019s go in the other room.\u201d Paul left the room, but looked back and saw Joe look at his father before he followed him.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cLittle Joe, your father isn\u2019t getting any better. You need to accept that.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cDon\u2019t ya say that, he\u2019s going ta be fine.\u201d Joe proclaimed.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Paul closed his eyes and released a pent up breath. \u201cYou don\u2019t know how much I want to believe that, but it\u2019s just too much for him. I don\u2019t know how he\u2019s made it this long, but the truth is; he\u2019s not getting any better. He just can\u2019t fight it.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><strong>Chapter 125<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe stood in front of the man he\u2019d known all his life, who he had always put his trust in to make everything better, and couldn\u2019t believe he was giving up. Joe looked down at the ground for a minute trying to come to terms with what he was hearing.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe took a sustaining breath, raised his head and looked at Paul. He had made a decision and nothing was going to stop him. \u201cFine. Then I want ta take him home.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cYou what?\u201d Paul couldn\u2019t believe what he was hearing.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI\u2019m gonna take Pa home.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cJoe, you can\u2019t. He\u2019d never survive being moved.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cDoes it matter, Doc? Ya said yourself he ain\u2019t gonna make it anyhow.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cBut, Little Joe\u2026\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cNo! He\u2019s gonna go home. He\u2019d want ta be in his home, his bed. He\u2019d do it for me, an\u2019 I\u2019m gonna do it for him. If he\u2019s gonna d\u2026\u201d Joe paused. He hated that word, but he knew he had to face it. \u201cIf he\u2019s gonna d-die, then he\u2019s gonna do it on the Ponderosa!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI can\u2019t let you, Son.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cYa don\u2019t have a say. This is one time you\u2019re not gonna win, I\u2019m not backin\u2019 down, Dr. Martin.\u201d Joe stood glaring at Paul. His eyes were ablaze with determination; his jaw was set and locked, nothing, and no one was going to get in his way. Joe was going to take his father home and that was all there was to it.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Paul\u2019s eye\u2019s widened in surprise. Joe hadn\u2019t used the formal form of his name since he was a small child. Paul knew that look and knew it didn\u2019t matter what he said Joe was taking Ben home one way or another. \u201cAlright, but you\u2019re going to listen to what I have to say.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe released the breath he didn\u2019t realize he had been holding. He was determined to get his way, but he was afraid of what it might cost him in his relationship with Paul. \u201cOkay.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI\u2019ll get a wagon ready to take him home and give him some more pain medicine so he\u2019ll be more comfortable, I\u2019ll send some home with you also. I want you to have Hop Sing help you care for him. You are to get some rest and eat. In fact, I want you to eat before I allow you to leave. Is that understood?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI ain\u2019t leavin\u2019 him.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI\u2019ll have some food brought to you.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe nodded his head in agreement and left the room. He took his place next to Ben and picked up his hand. \u201cWe\u2019re goin\u2019 home, Pa. Doc said everythin\u2019 is gonna\u2026 everythin\u2019s gonna be okay,\u201d Joe choked out.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Paul brought in a plate of food, when Joe started to protest Paul glared at him. \u201cWe had a deal, remember?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe picked up the fork and ate.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><strong>Chapter 126<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Against all odds and Paul\u2019s dire warnings, Ben made it back to the Ponderosa. With the help of some of the hands and Hop Sing, Joe had his father in his own bed and as comfortable as possible. Joe settled into the chair next to his father\u2019s bed and began his vigil.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Day turned into night and night back to day. Joe continued his watch, he ate when Hop Sing brought him food, but he refused to leave the room. A feeling of foreboding had fallen over the house. Hop Sing went about his work in silence, he watched over Joe and Ben and he was never far from them; Hop Sing was determined to be there when Joe would need him the most, it was the only thing he could offer to the youngest Cartwright.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Three days after Joe had brought Ben home there still wasn\u2019t a noticeable change in Ben\u2019s condition. Joe did everything he had been told in order to make his father\u2019s last days, last hours as comfortable as possible. He gave him the medicine Paul had left him; he tried to get Ben to drink as much water and broth as he could, yet there still wasn\u2019t any change. Still delirious with fever, Ben continued to relive the nightmare his life had become.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">The times that were the worse for Joe, was when Ben would beg Marie forgiveness for how he had treated her son.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Paul came out to the Ponderosa each day and each day he was surprised to find Ben still with them. He worried about the changes he saw in Joe. He had lost weight, there were dark circles under his eyes and his face was drawn and pale. The boy was exhausted beyond belief, but refused to leave Ben\u2019s side.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe might have been young, but he knew the family physician well enough to know to keep his distance when he was there or he could have found himself the victim of a well placed syringe. He had already warned Hop Sing that he\u2019d never forgive him if he put anything in his food or drink. Joe wanted to be with his father when the time came.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">On the forth day Paul was once again at the Ponderosa. He once again did a through exam. Ben seemed to be breathing a bit easier, and his heart beat a little stronger, but the fever was still there, taking its toll. Paul thought about using ice, but decided the risk was too high.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cLittle Joe, we heard from Adam and Hoss. They\u2019re on their way home. Apparently, they took the long way to Sacramento and didn\u2019t pass through any towns on the way.\u201d Paul and Roy had been frustrated with the silence that had greeted every telegraph they had sent. They were finally able to breathe a sigh of relief when word came that they were on their way home. Paul just hoped they\u2019d make it in time.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cGood.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe kept wishing his brothers were home. He didn\u2019t want to alone when it happened. More than anything he wanted to be that little boy whose brothers would hold him close and tell him everything would be okay. He wanted the brothers who took care of him after his mother died. He wanted the brothers who would chase the nightmares away and stay with him the rest of the night to keep him safe. He wanted his other brothers who protected him against everything any anything that threatened him. They would make this right; together they could make anything happen.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">But most of all, more than anyone, he wanted his father.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><strong>Chapter 127<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Just as dawn was breaking on the fifth morning, Joe sat talking with his father, trying to bring him back. \u201cPa, I\u2019m so sorry I let so much time go by before I accepted what I already knew. I never stopped lovin\u2019 ya, Pa.\u201d Joe thought about all the times his father had reached out to him trying to mend the gap between them. He also remembered how many times he turned his back on him. \u201cIt\u2019s my fault this happened to ya. If I wouldn\u2019t have been so stubborn\u2026 So stupid\u2026 then ya wouldn\u2019t of been in town.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe shuddered as he remembered the events of that day that changed everything. \u201cThat bullet was meant for me, Pa. Not ya. Ya shouldn\u2019t of done it. Ya shouldn\u2019t of even been there.\u201d The tears that had been shimmering in his eyes finally escaped. \u201cI\u2019m nothing without ya. I can\u2019t do it\u2026\u201d Joe dropped to his knees next to the bed, begging for his father\u2019s forgiveness. \u201cI\u2019m so sorry, Pa\u2026 So sorry.\u201d The control that Joe had kept such a tight rein on broke, he dropped his head on the bed and heart wrenching sobs wracked his body.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe, was so lost in his heartache and grief that he hadn\u2019t noticed the change in Ben\u2019s body temperature, or the sweat that drenched Ben\u2019s body when his fever broke moments earlier.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">_ _ _ _<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Ben had heard his son\u2019s pleas and turned away from the soft, warm comfort that was being offered to him. The warm light was beckoning him, seducing him with the promises of a pain-free world. A world where he would be reunited with the three loves of his life.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">But he had three other loves that lived in a different world. A world that could be cold and harsh, a world filled with pain and sorrow. But it was also a world that could bring never-ending joy to his heart. Just a look, a touch, a smile, the sound of laughter, could fill a dark, cold day full of light and warmth. A world that held this exasperating, hot-headed, stubborn, yet irresistible boy that was next to him, whose heart was breaking. Ben couldn\u2019t leave him. He looked back at what was being offered, but he knew it would be there waiting until the time was right for him to make that journey. The time wasn\u2019t right at this moment. His son needed him, and that was all that mattered.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">_ _ _ _<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cLittle Joe\u2026\u201d Ben\u2019s voice was little more than a whisper. He slowly raised his hand and placed it on top of the soft brown curls that were next to his hand.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe heard the whisper and felt the familiar hand on his head, caressing, giving him hope. Slowly, Joe raised his head, afraid to believe what he heard and felt.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cPa?\u201d Joe looked at his father and saw that there was color back in his face, not much, but it was there. He straightened and placed his hand against Ben\u2019s forehead and smiled.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Ben\u2019s eyes fluttered open and closed again.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cPa, open your eyes. Come on, Pa, you can do it.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Ben\u2019s eyelids felt like they weighed two tons, but he forced them open. He blinked several times to bring his eyes into focus. When he was able to focus, his gaze fell on one of the most heart-warming sights he had seen in a long time. Joe\u2019s smiling face and eyes shining bright with tears\u2026 and love.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cLittle Joe,\u201d Ben croaked.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe reached over and filled a glass with water. \u201cHere, Pa.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe helped Ben to drink the water. When he had had his fill, Joe put the glass back down and sat in the chair next to Ben\u2019s bed. \u201cThank you,\u201d Ben said. His voice was soft and weak.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cPa, I\u2019m\u2026\u201d Joe started.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cPa,\u201d Ben repeated in awe. \u201cYou called me Pa.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cYes \u2013 Pa, always Pa.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Ben reached out for Joe, who immediately took his hand. Ben smiled at the son whom he feared never being able to touch again.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cPa, I\u2019m so sor\u2026\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cNo, Little Joe.\u201d Ben gave Joe\u2019s hand a squeeze to stop him from saying something that Ben felt didn\u2019t need to be said. \u201cYou have no reason to\u2026be sorry. I\u2019m the one\u2026\u201d Ben paused to catch his breath. \u201cWho needs to beg\u2026 for your forgiveness.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cNo, Pa,\u201d Joe began.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cJoseph, don\u2019t\u2026 argue with me. Listen\u2026\u201d Ben fought the fatigue he felt. He had to make his son understand, it had been too long already.\u00a0 \u201cI\u2019m the one who\u2019s sorry.\u201d Ben looked into Joe\u2019s eyes, searching for the right words that would explain what had happened. \u201cI wasn\u2019t\u2026 man enough to\u2026 stand up to Alex. I should have\u2026 \u00a0never let what happened, happen.\u201d Ben looked down at their hands and smiled. Joe\u2019s thumb was slowly rubbing back and forth across the back of his hand, something Ben remembered doing countless times to his son when he tried to comfort him when he was sick or hurt. \u201cI\u2019m so proud of you, Son\u2026 Always have been. You\u2019ve never\u2026 never been a disappointment. I\u2019m the one\u2026\u201d Ben could see the toll this whole ordeal had cost his son. \u201cWho\u2019s a disappointment to you. I let you down\u2026\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cNo, Pa, you didn\u2019t.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cYes I did and I\u2019ll never be able to make up to you what I did.\u201d Ben squeezed Joe\u2019s hand again and held on as tight as he could. \u201cI just hope someday you\u2019ll find \u2026it in your heart to\u2026 forgive me.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI already have. I did along time ago, Pa. I was just too stubborn to see it.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Ben looked into his son\u2019s eyes and saw the truth shining there, bright and clear. His son not only forgave him, but loved him. Ben could feel the tears welling in his eyes. He had given up hope of ever seeing those emotions directed toward him from this youngest son of his.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cI am so proud\u2026 of the man you\u2019ve become.\u201d Ben stopped and took a deep breath. \u201cSo very proud.\u201d Ben smiled up at his son, unable to break eye contact with him.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe could see the unconditional love in Ben\u2019s eyes, the love that he knew was always there, but like the sun on a rainy day, clouds had obscured it. Now it was shining as bright and clear as ever and it warmed his heart.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Ben released Joe\u2019s hand and patted the bed next to him.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Joe smiled knowing what his father was asking. As so many times when he was little, Joe gently climbed up on the bed next to his father and carefully laid his head on his chest and let the soft steady beat of his father\u2019s heart wash away all his fears.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">Ben wrapped his arm around his son and looked out his window. The sun had risen, dawn had broken and it was going to be a magnificent day.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\">\u201cLittle Joe, everything is going to be alright now.\u201d Ben smiled when he heard the soft even breaths coming from his son. \u201cI have my son back.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;\"><em>Yes, everything was going to be alright now<\/em>. 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