Summary: An incident with his granddaughter brings up childhood memories for Joe. My entry for the 2021 Ponderosa Paddlewheel Poker Tournament.<\/p>\n
Rating:\u00a0 T<\/p>\n
Word count: 4228<\/p>\n
Disclaimer: All publicly recognisable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author.\u00a0 The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise.\u00a0 No copyright infringement is intended.<\/strong><\/p>\n <\/p>\n \u201cJust what do you think you\u2019re doing with that?\u201d<\/p>\n Cassie gulped and tried to hide the knife behind her back. Joe managed to hold back a smile as he looked at his youngest granddaughter squirming like a freshly caught fish on a hook. She took after her great uncle in more ways than one. For starters, she couldn\u2019t lie to save herself and was as gullible as Hoss had been. Her older brothers sure took advantage of the softly spoken child as they played their pranks on her. Much as he had done all those years ago when the big galoot couldn\u2019t see that whatever his little brother was scheming would end in disaster for one or both of them. The years had softened the grief to a point where Joe could think on his brother without feeling his chest tighten in pain and he couldn\u2019t help but reach out a hand to the child. Her blue eyes weren\u2019t quite as light as Hoss\u2019s had been, but they sure could say a lot without saying anything.<\/p>\n \u201cDarlin\u2019, your mama isn\u2019t going to be happy to see you with that. Now, hand it over \u2026 carefully.\u201d As Cassie\u2019s chin dropped to her chest, her tiny fingers unclenched from around the knife handle, and she held it out awkwardly towards him. He reached forward slowly to take a grasp across the back of the sharp blade and made sure it was well clear of her fingers before turning and placing it back in the knife block. \u201cNow, want to tell me what you need such a big sharp knife for?\u201d<\/p>\n Cassie\u2019s lower lip trembled as she stared at the floor and Joe took pity on the child. No doubt one or both of her brothers had put her up to it and he\u2019d be having a stern talk with them once he knew which one to speak with. Hop Sing had long gone to meet his ancestors, but the man\u2019s kitchen was still as immaculate and well cared for as it had been for all those years. Only now it was Cassie\u2019s mother and grandmother who held sway over the house and over this room in particular.<\/p>\n \u201cWell?\u201d Joe placed his hands on his hips and waited as Cassie stared at the floor.<\/p>\n \u201cI \u2026 I needed it.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYou needed a butchering knife? Whatever for?\u201d Joe watched as tears began to drip off the child\u2019s chin and he crouched down before her. \u201cDarlin\u2019, what for?\u201d<\/p>\n Cassie hung her head even lower, which he hadn\u2019t thought was possible, as more tears began to flow in earnest.<\/p>\n \u201cI got ta get them back \u2019fore Mama and Grandma come home!\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cGet what back?\u201d<\/p>\n Cassie looked up at him briefly before throwing herself into his arms. As the tears soaked into his shirt, Joe stood up with the child wrapped into his chest and waited for the storm to pass. Finally, the sobs eased, and he held out a handkerchief for Cassie to wipe her face and blow her nose.<\/p>\n \u201cMama told me not to touch them and I didn\u2019t. Not really. I was just looking and not touching! Honest.\u201d<\/p>\n Joe sat the child down on a stool and crossed his arms as he waited for an explanation that made sense. The moment wasn\u2019t lost on him on how many times his own father had taken up such a stance and waited to hear whatever cockamamie explanation his youngest son would have for his latest escapade. Only Cassie wasn\u2019t like him. She was Hoss all over and she couldn\u2019t bear to be in trouble. Her story may not be making much sense yet, but he knew that it would be the truth. Unlike many of the more colorful explanations he had given his father. It wasn\u2019t lyin\u2019 exactly \u2026 it was just \u2026 well \u2026 not always the whole truth!<\/p>\n \u201cWhat didn\u2019t you touch while you were looking at them?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cMama\u2019s b \u2026buttons.\u201d<\/p>\n The shiny new pearl buttons that Marie had brought back from the mercantile last week. The ones that were to finish off her best friend\u2019s wedding dress. The ones that had been specially ordered for the occasion. Those<\/em> buttons. Joe felt his heart sink a little. His daughter would be very, very unimpressed if something had happened to those very expensive and irreplaceable buttons, especially given the wedding was less than two weeks away. He tried to keep a neutral face and allow the rest of the story to come out without provoking a fresh flood of tears.<\/p>\n \u201cWhat happened to your mama\u2019s buttons?\u201d<\/p>\n Cassie sucked in a sharp breath and slowly looked up. Her eyes pooled once more with tears as she held out her small hands, as if trying to show him she hadn\u2019t done anything wrong.<\/p>\n \u201cI didn\u2019t mean to touch them \u2026 but \u2026 well \u2026 they fell off the bench.\u201d<\/p>\n Joe could hear himself in those words. Sorry, Pa. I didn\u2019t mean it, Pa.<\/p>\n Just as easily as if he were in the room, he heard his father\u2019s tired response. You never mean it, Joseph. That doesn\u2019t make it any less broken. Or lost. Or whatever the misdemeanor of that week had been.<\/p>\n \u201cSo, they just up and fell off the bench all on their own?\u201d Joe barely held back a smile as he looked at the child before him. Actually, that comment sounded just like his father!<\/p>\n \u201cWell \u2026 no. I was on the stool \u2026 so I could look at them. So I didn\u2019t mean to touch them. I was just looking! And then I fell off the stool. I \u2026 Mama\u2019s sewing table moved and the buttons \u2026 well \u2026. \u201c Cassie swallowed hard and tried to hold back the tears once more. \u201cWell, some of them fell down \u2019tween the floorboards.\u201d<\/p>\n Finally, something that made sense.<\/p>\n \u201cAnd you were going to use that knife to do what? Pry up a floorboard?\u201d<\/p>\n Cassie nodded miserably. She knew she wasn\u2019t supposed to touch the knives, but she just had to get the buttons back before Mama or Grandma noticed they were missing!<\/p>\n Joe leaned down and lifted her chin with his finger. \u201cWell lucky I know how to pry up a floorboard. And it doesn\u2019t take a butcher\u2019s knife.\u201d He held out a hand to her and smiled. \u201cWanna help?\u201d<\/p>\n Cassie\u2019s watery smile made him grin as he once again saw his brother is her. Hoss would do anything to right a wrong and he could feel her relief as he picked her up and headed for the barn to get a few tools.<\/p>\n Hours later, as Joe sat and stared into the fire, he felt his wife\u2019s eyes on him. Grace didn\u2019t miss a trick and she had that way of knowing when he was holding out on her. The coffee in his cup was long gone and she offered him another.<\/p>\n \u201cSure, thanks.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cAre you going to tell me what you and Cassie got up to today?\u201d<\/p>\n Joe chewed on his lower lip before taking another drink of his coffee. \u201cNot a lot. I was down at the corral for much of the day with Griff sorting through those horses for the next contract. He\u2019s still about five or six short.\u201d<\/p>\n When her family had given her the name Grace, they must have known that she was going to need it when she became the next Mrs. Cartwright. Or perhaps they should have called her Patience. Either way, Joe\u2019s wife had grown very accustomed to her husband\u2019s way of sliding off the point when he wanted to throw her off the scent. It very rarely worked, but it sure was fun watching him try.<\/p>\n \u201cReally?\u201d Her arched eyebrow should have been warning enough, but Joe wasn\u2019t paying attention. His mind had been wandering since they sat down in front of the fire over half an hour ago.<\/p>\n \u201cYeah, he\u2019s got some good ones there with that black mare and the sorrel and \u2026\u201d<\/p>\n Grace watched her husband as he licked his lip again in a dead giveaway. \u201cI think Griff is big enough to decide which horse to choose. Now, what happened with Cassie while we were out?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cCassie? What makes you think anything happened with Cassie? We had a perfectly fine afternoon and now she\u2019s gone home with Marie.\u201d<\/p>\n Grace leaned closer to her husband and reached for his face. \u201cThat innocent face doesn\u2019t work on me. I know you!\u201d<\/p>\n Joe chuckled as he felt his wife\u2019s finger tapping his nose. He reached up and grasped her fingers into his before kissing them.\u00a0 \u201cAin\u2019t that the truth?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYou told me that Cassie would be fine here for the day. You know Matt didn\u2019t want to take her with the boys and she couldn\u2019t come with us to see Charlotte. It\u2019s too soon since she lost her little one and Cassie didn\u2019t need to see that.\u201d<\/p>\n Joe sobered as he recalled the reason Marie had been to visit. Charlotte Maddison had lost another baby that had decided to come too early, and his wife and daughter had gone to see the family and take provisions for them. It was the women\u2019s place to visit, and Matt had taken the boys with him to keep working on the top fence of their ranch. That just left Cassie and Joe had volunteered to have her for the day. Truth was, as much as he loved his boys, there was an extra special soft spot for that little blue-eyed beauty that had stolen his heart the day she entered the world.<\/p>\n \u201cCassie had been crying.\u201d<\/p>\n Joe shook his head as he looked afresh at his wife. \u201cYou don\u2019t miss anything, do you?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cNo, now perhaps you can tell me why. She loves being with you, so what happened?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWell \u2026\u201d Joe felt himself sliding back into the seat as he considered how to answer. It was just like old times and he smiled. \u201cYou want the Cassie answer or the Grandpa answer?\u201d<\/p>\n Grace pushed him in the elbow as she let out an exasperated sigh. \u201cI\u2019d like the truth!\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYou know, you sound just like Pa.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI can see why your father had so many white hairs.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWhy?\u201d Joe looked at her with a childish grin. \u201cAdam wasn\u2019t that bad a kid!\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cAm I ever going to get an answer or are you going to keep stalling?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cIs stalling an option?\u201d<\/p>\n Grace reached over and swatted her husband in exaggerated anger. \u201cNo! It is not! Don\u2019t make me get out the wooden spoon.\u201d<\/p>\n Joe held up both hands and slid away from her. \u201cNo, not the wooden spoon! Anything but that!\u201d<\/p>\n As Grace began to rise from her seat, he reached for her hand and pulled her down onto his lap. She couldn\u2019t help but giggle at her husband\u2019s silly expression.\u00a0 Slowly, he began to sober and he looped his fingers through hers before starting again.<\/p>\n \u201cThat child grows more like Hoss every day.\u201d<\/p>\n It didn\u2019t matter how many years it had been; Grace could still recall the gentle giant she had known since the schoolyard, and nothing would ever quite erase her husband\u2019s grief over losing him. She totally agreed with his assessment of their youngest grandchild, and it went a long way towards explaining the depth of the bond between the two of them. She knew about many of the youthful escapades Joe had gotten up to and dragged his older and very much more gullible brother into. She half suspected that it was Joe\u2019 s fault that Cassie had been crying as some prank of his had backfired on the child.<\/p>\n \u201cShe can\u2019t lie to save herself.\u201d<\/p>\n Grace smiled at the truth of that one.<\/p>\n \u201cUnlike other children we may have known.\u201d Grace tapped at the end of his nose again.<\/p>\n \u201cNo idea what you mean!\u201d<\/p>\n Grace was two years behind Joe at school and had been witness to many pranks and almost as many punishments. Any time he had tried to embellish a story or stretch the truth of things with his own children, she had been there with a stern expression and a twinkle of suppressed laughter in her eyes. He had only become more incorrigible with his grandchildren, and she knew that all of them adored Grandpa \u2018s wild stories. It would often leave them in hysterical laughter as he acted out various tales of daring and youthful adventures.<\/p>\n \u201cStop stalling!\u201d As Grace pretended to rise once more, Joe grasped at her waist and planted a kiss on her cheek.<\/p>\n \u201cAll right! All right! You wore me down. I\u2019ll \u2018fess up.\u201d<\/p>\n By the time he was done explaining the whole saga of the buttons that jumped off the table all by themselves and tried to escape into a deep dark cavern in the floor, Grace was giggling again. The fact that Cassie could have cut off a finger, or worse, if she had succeeded with her rescue plan had drawn a gasp, but Joe soon had her laughing again as he described the quest to save the lost buttons and prevent the utter ruin of a local wedding. It would go down in the town\u2019s history books as one of those landmark events that hung by a knife\u2019s edge \u2013 quite literally!<\/p>\n \u201cWell, I\u2019m very glad you were there to save them as those buttons cost Meg a small fortune. I thought they were an extravagance, but I guess every bride wants to look her best for her husband.\u201d<\/p>\n Joe looked up at his wife and smiled. There were tinges of white around her temples and threads of it through her bun that was tied loosely at the nape of her neck. The smooth skin of his bride had given way to fine lines and her hands showed the years of hard work she had done, but as he looked at her in the firelight, she was the most beautiful woman in the world.<\/p>\n \u201cYou sure did.\u201d<\/p>\n Grace smiled at him before planting a kiss on his nose.<\/p>\n \u201cYou weren\u2019t too shabby yourself. And I\u2019m glad Cassie felt she could tell you what happened and not hide it.\u201d<\/p>\n Joe looked away momentarily towards the fire and Grace felt something shift in his demeanor.<\/p>\n \u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n When Joe didn\u2019t answer, she tried again.<\/p>\n \u201cWhat\u2019s wrong?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cNothin\u2019. It\u2019s been a long day and I\u2019m gettin\u2019 old. Time for bed.\u201d<\/p>\n Grace knew that face and knew instinctively it had something to do with Hoss. She knew pushing him would achieve nothing, so she stood up and began to gather the coffee cups and place them on the tray. As she headed for the kitchen, she wondered if Joe would share it with her or not. There weren\u2019t many things he kept from her, but she knew there were still some memories he kept all to himself.<\/p>\n ~~~~~~~~~~~<\/p>\n Grace poured herself another coffee and watched as Joe played with the eggs on his plate. It was something he did when troubled and she tilted her head as she watched him. Something from the night before had hit a nerve and it was clearly still bothering him.<\/p>\n \u201cWant to tell me about whatever has got you tied in a knot?\u201d<\/p>\n Joe looked startled as he lifted his head and saw his wife watching him.<\/p>\n \u201cYou\u2019ve almost turned those eggs into a stew and barely eaten two mouthfuls.\u201d<\/p>\n Joe nodded as he threw the fork down on the plate.<\/p>\n \u201cThose buttons.\u201d<\/p>\n Grace frowned at the answer. Yes, the buttons were expensive, but she couldn\u2019t see why Joe was upset about them as they had all been retrieved and Cassie had been saved from explaining what happened to them.<\/p>\n Joe licked at his lip and tried again. \u201cNot the buttons so much \u2026 but what you said about them. That you were glad Cassie could tell me.\u201d<\/p>\n Joe pushed away from the table and stood up. As he did so, he pulled a worn and tattered black hatband from his pocket. She\u2019d never seen it before, and she waited as Joe walked around the table and pulled up the chair next to her.<\/p>\n \u201cThis was Adam\u2019s. Pa bought him the silver studs to put in it when he was eighteen. Pa said he\u2019d earned them.\u201d<\/p>\n He sat and ran the hatband through his fingers, stopping briefly on each of the studs one by one as if reciting a rosary. \u201cThey cost Pa a pretty penny and he gave them to Adam to show him he counted him as a man.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cSo why do you have it?\u201d<\/p>\n Grace watched her husband\u2019s face crease into a frown.<\/p>\n \u201cBecause I lied.\u201d Joe blew out a sharp breath before continuing on. \u201cCourse I was only six, but still \u2026 I knew better.\u201d<\/p>\n Grace leaned across the table and reached for his hand. \u201cI think I know most of your stories. I watched many of them unfold in front of me at school! What could you have possibly done as a six-year-old that it would still torment you now, all these years later?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI had only been at school for half a year and my writing was \u2026 well \u2026 as Pa put it \u2026 like chicken scratchin\u2019s. I couldn\u2019t spell too much, and I was still figuring out my letters. We all had to do a homework paper about someone we looked up to and the youngest ones could ask for someone older to help write it if we needed. Hoss helped me write mine.\u201d<\/p>\n When Joe stopped and seemed to be staring off somewhere in the past, Grace squeezed his hand.<\/p>\n \u201cWho did you write about?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cAdam. Pa was always talking about how proud he was of his boy goin\u2019 off to college and I figured it must be something real important if Pa made that much fuss over it. I couldn\u2019t see what was so good about it since Adam missed me starting school. And my birthday. And a whole bunch of other things.\u201d<\/p>\n Grace squeezed his hand again as she knew exactly how much he had missed his older brother and how excited he\u2019d been when he finally returned home. She had only been seven at the time, but she clearly recalled the party Ben Cartwright had thrown and invited everyone from around the surrounding ranches and families in town to come.<\/p>\n \u201cSo, what does that have to do with Adam\u2019s hatband?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cHow many times did you see me get in scraps with other boys at school?\u201d<\/p>\n Grace smiled as she recalled many schoolyard fights that had featured her future husband. Of course, then, he had usually been the smaller of the two combatants and won some and lost quite a few.<\/p>\n \u201cA time or two.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWell, I know it was before you started school, but there was a family of seven who started at school not long after I did. The Reynolds family.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI remember Ma talking about them and how glad she was when they left town. I don\u2019t rightly remember them, but I know they scared her.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cShe was right to be scared of them. Pa told me years later that Mark Reynolds was the meanest drunk he\u2019d ever met, and he dished out discipline to those young ones with his fists.\u00a0 It carried over to school and I ended up on their list of people to beat on. Of course, if Hoss was around, they left me be, but there were some days when he wasn\u2019t nearby, and things would get real mean, real quick.\u201d<\/p>\n Joe licked at his lower lip as he returned to passing the hatband between his fingers.<\/p>\n \u201cJohnny Reynolds and his twin brother Henry were a couple of years ahead of me and they were twice my size. I figured later they\u2019d learned to fight defending themselves from their pa, but they took a real dislike to me. Said I was a spoiled brat. Johnny especially had a real mean streak and just after I took in my paper on Adam, he started taunting me about how Adam had run out on me and was never coming back. He kept at me and at me and finally I told him that Adam was coming back, and he had left something real special with me to hold onto until he came back.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cAdam gave you his hatband to take care of?\u201d<\/p>\n Joe shook his head as he stared at the hatband. \u201cThat\u2019s just it \u2013 he never gave it to me. Adam left his hat hanging on that hook there.\u201d Joe pointed across the room at the hooks that had held so many hats and so many jackets over the years. \u201cSaid he was leaving it there and would pick it up when he came back home.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThen I don\u2019t understand.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI took it. I figured I couldn\u2019t take his whole hat as that\u2019d be noticed, but if I took the hatband, I could stick it in my pocket, show it to Johnny as proof and have it back on ol\u2019 Adam\u2019s hat with nobody any the wiser.\u201d<\/p>\n Grace would have smiled if her husband wasn\u2019t so clearly wound up. His comment sounded like something any of her own children could have done. \u201cWhat happened?<\/p>\n \u201cI took it to school and at morning break I went behind the schoolhouse to show Johnny. He was waiting for me with Henry, and they laughed at me and took it off me before throwing it back and forth between them. I tried getting it back, but they were each a good foot taller than me and threw it over my head.\u201d<\/p>\n Joe\u2019s hands clenched tighter around the hatband and Grace could feel the anger. So long ago and yet it still rankled being pushed around by bullies. Or perhaps it had more to do with the mistreatment of something precious.<\/p>\n \u201cFinally, Johnny flung it far into the tree line behind the schoolhouse and as hard as I looked, I couldn\u2019t find it. Hoss came looking for me when the school bell rang at the end of break and I didn\u2019t come in. I didn\u2019t want to tell him what I\u2019d done so I told him the boys had scared me and I didn\u2019t want to come back in. It wasn\u2019t entirely untrue, but it sure wasn\u2019t the whole story. I was sure Pa was gonna skin me alive when the truth did come out.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI don\u2019t imagine he would have been very impressed.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThe whole way home from school I was trying to think what I was going to tell him. Once he knew what had really happened, Hoss tried coming up with some ideas too. Before I got a chance to \u2018fess up, there was an accident with one of the hands busting a bronc and Pa was too busy dealing with that.\u201d<\/p>\n Joe twisted the leather into his fingers again and frowned as he reached the next silver stud.<\/p>\n \u201cIt was the next day when Hoss took me to Pa and helped me tell him what happened and why I did it. I expected I was due a good tanning, but Pa got real quiet. He took me into town and the three of us looked for this in the trees until we found it. I think I was more scared of Pa acting so strange than I was of getting that tanning.\u201d<\/p>\n Grace waited as her husband drifted off somewhere again. The Ben Cartwright she knew would never have allowed his son to get away with such a thing.<\/p>\n \u201cIt felt like another few hours before Pa called me inside. He said that he would deal with my lie and taking what wasn\u2019t mine, but he wanted to talk to me about Adam first. He said that Hoss had told him how scared I was that Adam was gone just like Mama was gone. I don\u2019t remember a lot of things from that time after she died, but I do remember feeling so scared that I was going to lose Pa too. I would wake up in the night and think I was all alone in the house.\u201d<\/p>\n Joe stood up and walked towards the hat hooks near the door. He stared at them for a time, as if looking for hats that no longer hung there. Grace sat by the table and waited, knowing her husband kept few secrets from her. He would tell her the rest when he was ready. By the time he turned back to face her, the hatband was still clenched tightly in his fingers.<\/p>\n \u201cI got my just punishment, but I got something else too. Pa gave me this to hold onto until Adam came home to claim it. Course he told me I was never to take it out of the house again!\u201d The wry smile told Grace far more than the words.<\/p>\n Joe slowly walked back towards his wife and sat down again. \u201cEventually Adam came home as you know, and he got his hat put back together. When he left again, to go exploring the world, he gave this back to me. Said I had to hold onto it until he came back again.\u201d<\/p>\n Grace leaned in to take hold of his fingers and touched the worn leather.<\/p>\n \u201cBut I guess the magic only works once.\u201d<\/p>\n She reached up to tap his chest gently. \u201cHe\u2019ll always be here. In your heart. And in your memories.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI know. 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