{"id":3998,"date":"2001-11-27T12:10:26","date_gmt":"2001-11-27T17:10:26","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/bonanzabrand.info\/library\/?p=3998"},"modified":"2026-03-05T12:39:44","modified_gmt":"2026-03-05T17:39:44","slug":"a-clear-cut-case","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/bonanzabrand.info\/library\/?p=3998","title":{"rendered":"A Clear Cut Case (by vickic)"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><span class=\"label\" style=\"color: #000000;\">Summary: \u00a0<\/span>Joe defends a friend accused of murder when all the evidence is against him<\/p>\n<p><span class=\"label\" style=\"color: #000000;\">Rated:<\/span><span style=\"color: #000000;\">\u00a0K \u00a0WC \u00a09600<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>A Clear Cut Case<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>Three Cartwrights were seated around the dinner table<\/strong> waiting for Hop Sing, the Chinese cook, to serve supper.\u00a0 Hop Sing was waiting on the fourth and nothing those present could say would persuade him to do otherwise.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/strong><strong>\u00a0<\/strong>&#8220;Dadburnit\u2026Hop Sing. A man could starve waitin&#8217; this late for his food.&#8221;\u00a0 Hoss complained, leaning his large frame against the table and propping his chin up on his hands.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>The Chinaman simply shrugged and padded back to his kitchen as the sound of a horse in the yard told him the boss was home.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;How come we have to wait for Pa when he&#8217;s late, yet if one of us is late we get yelled at by Pa\u00a0<em>and<\/em>\u00a0Hop Sing.\u00a0 Why doesn&#8217;t anyone tell Pa he&#8217;s late.&#8221;\u00a0 Joe grumbled.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Adam lifted an eyebrow and allowed a small smile to turn up the corners of his mouth. &#8220;You go ahead and tell him, Joe.\u00a0 Hoss and I will pick up the pieces when you&#8217;re done.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Wisely Joe subsided into a quiet sulk as Ben Cartwright entered the room, hanging up his hat and gun belt, he joined his sons at the table.\u00a0\u00a0 Adam raised an eyebrow at Joe.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;What kept you, Pa?\u00a0 Hoss was beginning to think he&#8217;d starve and Joe was all for starting without you.&#8221;\u00a0 Adam said with a smirk at his little brother.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Joe glared back across the table, expecting some comment from his father, but Ben seemed agitated.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;I&#8217;m sorry, boys.\u00a0 I went with Roy to make an arrest, seeing as Clem isn&#8217;t in town, he thought he might need a bit of support.&#8221;\u00a0 Ben said seriously.\u00a0 &#8220;Mort Saunders was robbed and shot last night.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;He hurt bad?&#8221;\u00a0 Hoss asked, his eyes on the mouth watering beef stew Hop Sing was putting in front of him.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;He&#8217;s dead.&#8221;\u00a0 said Ben, flatly.\u00a0 &#8220;Safe empty and some supplies gone.\u00a0 Roy reckons he surprised the robber.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>All three boys stopped serving up the food and gaped at their father.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Dead!&#8221;\u00a0 repeated Joe, unnecessarily.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Adam looked hard at his father, there was more to this and Adam could see Ben wasn&#8217;t looking forward to telling it.\u00a0 &#8220;You said you went with Roy to make an arrest, anyone we know?&#8221;\u00a0 He asked, apparently casually but already knowing that it had to be someone they knew well from the expression on his father&#8217;s face.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Lee Hogan.&#8221;\u00a0 Ben replied, his eyes on his youngest son.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>For a second time, Joe&#8217;s mouth dropped open.\u00a0 &#8220;Lee?\u00a0 I don&#8217;t believe it. Why would he do a thing like that?\u00a0\u00a0 Just &#8216;cos he&#8217;s down on his luck and gets into fights a bit, don&#8217;t mean he&#8217;s a murderer.\u00a0 I reckon Roy&#8217;s got a down on him.&#8221;\u00a0 He said, hotly.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Ben sighed.\u00a0 He had expected this reaction from his volatile youngest son.\u00a0 Joe and Lee had been friends since school, not a friendship Ben had been keen to encourage but one he felt powerless to prevent.\u00a0 &#8220;Joe&#8230;&#8221;\u00a0 He said placatingly, then &#8220;Joseph!&#8221;\u00a0 more forcefully when his son rose to his feet in anger.\u00a0 &#8220;Roy has witnesses and evidence, it couldn&#8217;t be a clearer case.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;What witnesses?\u00a0 What evidence?&#8221;\u00a0 Joe stormed.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Ben frowned and indicated that Joe should sit down.\u00a0 &#8220;Cool off.&#8221;\u00a0 he said sharply.\u00a0 Then picking up his glass of water he continued with his story.\u00a0 &#8220;Several people heard Mort refuse Lee anymore credit yesterday and heard Lee threaten to make Mort sorry he&#8217;d not given him the supplies he needed.\u00a0 Roy and I found some of the stolen supplies hidden in Lee&#8217;s root cellar with some of the money.\u00a0 The evidence is overwhelming, Joseph.\u00a0 I&#8217;m sorry but you&#8217;ll just have to accept it.&#8221;\u00a0 he said firmly.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Joe sat but his temper was still boiling below the surface.\u00a0 &#8220;I don&#8217;t have to do anything of the sort.&#8221;\u00a0 Joe retorted hotly.\u00a0 &#8220;It&#8217;s too damned easy for Roy to accept it.\u00a0 Maybe it&#8217;s<em>too<\/em><em>\u00a0<\/em>obvious.\u00a0 Lee isn&#8217;t a murderer and I&#8217;ll prove it. Tomorrow I&#8217;m gonna check out his so called evidence.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Watch your language, young man.&#8221; Ben spoke sharply.\u00a0 &#8220;And you will stay away from any trouble, leave the investigating to Roy.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Joe subsided into a sullen silence but as soon as supper was over he stormed off to his room.\u00a0 Ben made as if to follow but Hoss&#8217;s quiet words stopped him.\u00a0 &#8220;He&#8217;ll cool off Pa.\u00a0 Lee and him been friends for a good many years it must be hard to accept that he&#8217;s a murderer.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Adam moved over to the fireplace with his coffee and seated himself in his favorite blue velvet chair.\u00a0 &#8220;Lee&#8217;s had a pretty rough life but I&#8217;m surprised he&#8217;d go as far as murder.&#8221;\u00a0 He mused, sipping at his coffee.\u00a0 &#8220;We know he did some petty thieving as a kid and he was kinda wild until he married Angie\u2026but murder!&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Ben shrugged and poured himself coffee before sitting opposite his oldest son.\u00a0 &#8220;Roy thinks he panicked when Mort surprised him and used the gun without thinking.\u00a0 You&#8217;ve got to admit he&#8217;s been in and out of trouble most of his life and with a wife and son and no job\u2026&#8221;\u00a0 his voice trailed off, recalling that he had been the one to dismiss Lee from the Ponderosa less than a year ago.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;He&#8217;s had jobs since he left here, Pa.&#8221;\u00a0 Hoss said quietly, understanding his father&#8217;s feelings of guilt.\u00a0 &#8220;He just couldn&#8217;t hold on to &#8217;em.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Adam gave a grim smile\u00a0 &#8220;Always out for a quick buck, remember some of the schemes he and Joe thought up when they were kids.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Uh huh!\u00a0 That&#8217;s what worries me.\u00a0 Joe&#8217;s likely to go do something stupid.\u00a0 Lee stood up for him a time or two and he&#8217;s too darned hot tempered.&#8221;\u00a0 Ben fiddled with his pipe, snapping a match in his anxiety.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Want me to keep an eye on him for a day or two?&#8221;\u00a0 Adam asked.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Ben nodded. &#8220;It might be an idea, but don&#8217;t let him know it or it&#8217;ll make things ten times worse.\u00a0 Roy&#8217;s trying to hurry the trial.\u00a0 Things are hot in town, Mort was well liked and Lee doesn&#8217;t have to many friends.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Joe paced back and forth across his room.\u00a0 As usual he now regretted losing his temper but he could not and would not go back and apologise.\u00a0 He stared out of the window and thought of his friend.\u00a0 Lee wasn&#8217;t his best friend but they had shared many adventures, good and bad as kids.\u00a0 Lee&#8217;s father was the town drunk and his mother kept the family together by taking any work she could get, mostly sewing and cleaning.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Joe remembered that as he and Lee got older they had got drunk together, teased each other about girls, in fact Angie, Lee&#8217;s wife, had gone out with Joe for a couple of months a few years back.\u00a0 He remembered Lee telling him that Angie was his girl.\u00a0 He&#8217;d been so proud of the fact.\u00a0 Most every fella in town buzzed around Angie and here was Lee Hogan, an out of work cowboy marrying her. It was then that Lee had begun to settle down. He&#8217;d taken the job offered by Joe on the Ponderosa and for almost a year he had worked hard at it.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Joe tried to recall when things had started to go downhill for Lee.\u00a0 It had been around the time he had finally married Angie.\u00a0 Angie wanted the best and it wasn&#8217;t long before the one-roomed cabin Lee built wasn&#8217;t good enough for her.\u00a0 Lee started gambling to make more money but only succeeded in losing.\u00a0 It had been his gambling that had lost him his job on the ranch.\u00a0 One of Ben Cartwright&#8217;s strictest rules was no gambling on the ranch.\u00a0 Joe had tried to cover up for him by paying up some of his debts, but finally big brother, Adam, had got wind of the poker games held in the bunkhouse and Pa had handed Lee his wages and told him to go.\u00a0 Joe&#8217;s anger rose again, Adam always interfering.\u00a0 He slammed his hand down on his bureau, if it hadn&#8217;t been for Adam, Lee would still be working here and wouldn&#8217;t need to rob anyone.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Despite what Pa had said he fully intended to go into town tomorrow and talk to Lee and to Angie and see what he could find out.\u00a0 He laid his plans carefully.\u00a0 He was supposed to be checking the herd in the Washoe Valley near Steamboat, that would mean he could take the short cut over the mountains and avoid the road and still have time for a very quick check on the herd.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Ben came down to breakfast next morning to find only Hoss at the table.\u00a0 &#8220;Morning, son.\u00a0 Your brothers not finished chores yet?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Hoss hurriedly swallowed down a bite of Hop Sing&#8217;s delicious hot cakes before he answered.\u00a0 &#8220;Both done and gone already.\u00a0 Joe said he wanted to make an early start on checking the herd and Adam was muttering about looking over the trees for cutting and the water at Davis Creek.\u00a0 Can&#8217;t think why.\u00a0 I mean that creek never runs dry, we&#8217;ve always floated logs down it before\u2026&#8221;\u00a0 He stopped with a forkful of ham halfway to his mouth.\u00a0 &#8220;He can see the herd from the Creek cain&#8217;t he?&#8221;\u00a0 Hoss sighed.\u00a0 &#8220;Pa, Joe&#8217;s gonna be fightin&#8217; mad if he thinks Adam&#8217;s following him.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Ben shrugged \u00a0&#8220;I&#8217;d rather have him mad at his brother than in jail and that&#8217;s where he&#8217;ll end up if he gives Roy any trouble.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>From high above the valley floor, Adam watched the distinctive pinto as horse and rider made their way to the herd grazing peacefully in the meadows.\u00a0 He saw his brother have a quick conversation with the foreman of the cattle operation and then angle away from the herd and across the grassland toward the slight gap in the mountains that would lead him down into Virginia City.\u00a0 He shook his head, and encouraged Sport to move slowly down the slope.\u00a0 It was as he and Pa had feared, Joe had no intention of leaving things alone and he was almost certainly heading for trouble.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Adam made his own stop at the herd to find out what had transpired.\u00a0 The foreman shrugged\u00a0 &#8220;Joe just asked if I&#8217;d check &#8217;em over and report back to him when he rode back through tonight.\u00a0 We ain&#8217;t got no problems I know of Mr Adam\u2026you checkin&#8217; up on me?&#8221; the man asked slightly hurt at the suggestion.\u00a0 &#8220;I know I ain&#8217;t bin with ya long but I know my job.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Adam smiled.\u00a0 &#8220;No, Steve, not checking on you\u2026more checking on my little brother.&#8221;\u00a0 he muttered.\u00a0 &#8220;He was supposed to stay and give you a hand.\u00a0 Pa wants to know how many more calves we&#8217;re likely to get before we move the herd further south.\u00a0 You just report back to Joe tonight like he asked.&#8221;\u00a0 With a nod at the foreman he moved Sport on at a slightly faster pace.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>As he rode he tried to puzzle out how to find out what Joe was doing without being seen.\u00a0 He reckoned the jail would be his brother&#8217;s first stop.\u00a0 He&#8217;d have to leave Sport on the outside of town and half wished he&#8217;d chosen another mount but then Joe knew most of the ranch horses so it wouldn&#8217;t have gained him much.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Joe always rode like the devil was after him and today was no exception.\u00a0 It never occurred to him that he was being followed so he didn&#8217;t look back and stopped only when he arrived outside the jailhouse.\u00a0\u00a0 Tossing Cochise&#8217;s reins over the rail he took the steps two at a time and burst into the Sheriff&#8217;s office ready to do battle.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Mornin&#8217;,\u00a0 Little Joe.&#8221;\u00a0 Roy said laconically, looking up from his paperwork and peering over his half spectacles that were perched on his nose.\u00a0 &#8220;Been expectin&#8217; ya.\u00a0 You wanna see Lee?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Yeah, I wanna see him.\u00a0 I wanna know what the hell you&#8217;re thinking about locking him up too?\u00a0 He&#8217;s no murderer, Roy and you know that.&#8221;\u00a0 Joe spoke heatedly and advanced toward the lawman&#8217;s desk.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Roy hardly moved but his voice changed tone slightly\u00a0 &#8220;You cool off, young fella, or you don&#8217;t get to see nobody.&#8221;\u00a0 He rose slowly from the desk and reached for his keys.\u00a0 &#8220;Now what&#8217;s it to be, you gonna behave or do I throw you back out in the street?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Joe sighed and moderated his tone. &#8220;Okay, okay, but I wanna know what evidence you got to hold him and what&#8217;s bail?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;There ain&#8217;t no bail.&#8221;\u00a0 Roy held up a hand to stop Joe&#8217;s next protest.\u00a0 &#8220;He&#8217;s a dang sight safer in here than out on the street.\u00a0 Mort had a lot of friends and they&#8217;re talking up a storm.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Joe nodded, even in his hot-tempered mood he could see the sense of that.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;As for evidence, I got four witnesses heard Lee threaten Mort and even Lee don&#8217;t deny it and we found most of the supplies and some of the money in his cellar and Lee can&#8217;t explain how it got there.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;That don&#8217;t prove nothing, Roy, anyone could have hid stuff in his cellar.&#8221;\u00a0 Joe protested.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Yeah, but why would they?\u00a0 And Joe, the bullet that killed Mort came from Lee&#8217;s gun, Doc Martin confirmed that this morning.&#8221;\u00a0 Roy added almost apologetically.\u00a0 He could see how much this was hurting his young friend.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;You mean it came from a gun like Lee&#8217;s, you can&#8217;t prove it was his.&#8221;\u00a0 Joe&#8217;s mind was desperately trying to find a way around the overwhelming evidence Roy was presenting.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Roy nodded.\u00a0 &#8220;That&#8217;s true but it all adds up, Joe.\u00a0 And to top it all Lee can&#8217;t tell me where he was night before last, says he got drunk in some of the saloons on &#8216;E &#8216;street and don&#8217;t remember nothin&#8217; until we went to arrest him.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Joe hung his head in defeat &#8216;E&#8217; street was not a place most folk would admit to being, at least not respectable folk who&#8217;d make good witnesses.\u00a0 Even if he could find someone who had seen Lee it was unlikely they&#8217;d testify except for money.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Can I see him, anyhow?&#8221;\u00a0 he said, more quietly now.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Roy nodded.\u00a0 &#8220;Ten minutes and I&#8217;ll take the gun.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Joe cursed but handed over his pistol and followed Roy through to the cells.\u00a0 Lee was stretched out on a bunk staring at the wall.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;You got a visitor, Hogan.\u00a0 Ten minutes, no more.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Lee sprang to his feet, he looked tired and scared and his blond hair stood up in spikes as though he had been running his fingers through it a time or two.\u00a0 &#8220;Joe, boy is it good to see a friendly face.\u00a0 I was beginning to think I was the only fella on earth &#8216;ceptin&#8217; for Coffee.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Joe listen as the door clanged shut behind him and heard Roy turn the lock.\u00a0 &#8220;Ain&#8217;t Angie been this morning?\u00a0 He asked with a puzzled frown.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Lee shook his head\u00a0 &#8220;Nah, guess she didn&#8217;t want to bring the baby into a jail and she ain&#8217;t exactly made friends with the neighbours.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Joe seated himself on the bunk and waited for Lee to join him.\u00a0 &#8220;Look I&#8217;ll help if I can, but you gotta tell me what happened.\u00a0 Sheriff seems to have an awful lot of evidence against you and not much in your favor.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Lee nodded and started to pace.\u00a0 &#8220;Joe I swear I never went near Saunders place after he refused to give me the supplies.\u00a0 We had a fight, sure but it was all words.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Where\u00a0<em>did<\/em><em>\u00a0<\/em>you go then?&#8221;\u00a0 Joe asked.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Lee shrugged.\u00a0 &#8220;After I left Saunders I went home.\u00a0 Angie started in at me, &#8217;bout me bein&#8217; useless so I went out again and got drunk.\u00a0 I don&#8217;t remember much about anything after that, &#8217;til Coffee turned up and arrested me.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Joe was now pacing alongside his friend,\u00a0 &#8220;If you had no money for supplies how did you get drunk?&#8221;\u00a0 He asked, his scepticism obvious.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Lee chuckled.\u00a0 &#8220;You know me, Joe.\u00a0 I pulled a few tricks on some of the drunks and won a couple of hands of poker.\u00a0 I was gonna go home and prove to Angie I could get money but she\u2026well she&#8217;s been pretty nasty since I lost that last job and I figured I deserved a night away from her yelling and the baby crying.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Joe talked for a while longer but nothing Lee told him was helpful.\u00a0 He called to the sheriff to let him out.\u00a0 &#8220;Look, I&#8217;ll do my best Lee but you ain&#8217;t giving me much to go on.&#8221;\u00a0 Joe sighed.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;It ain&#8217;t that I&#8217;m not grateful, Joe, but why you doin&#8217; this?\u00a0 No one else in Virginia City gives a damn about me.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Joe shrugged.\u00a0 &#8220;You stood up for me a time or too.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Joe left the jail deep in thought and headed down the hill toward the saloons and brothels of the lower part of town.\u00a0 For most of the morning he sipped warm beer as he tried to find one person who would admit to seeing Lee.\u00a0 The miners who frequented these establishments refused to comment and even turned away as Joe approached. The barmen openly told him that they never recognised customers on principle.\u00a0 Most didn&#8217;t want to be identified.\u00a0 The girls were often Chinese or Mexican and their English wasn&#8217;t good and those that spoke the language held their hand out for money.\u00a0 Joe knew that bought witnesses would cause more problems, since the girls would swear to anything for a few dollars.\u00a0 By mid-afternoon he still hadn&#8217;t found one witness, he knew he&#8217;d have to come back late at night to find those who might have drunk with Lee or lost to him at poker.\u00a0 He headed back up to the main street, knowing he&#8217;d have to head home and report on the herd or his father would be suspicious.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Adam had stayed in the shadows following his younger brother for the first couple of hours then he decided that Joe was unlikely to get into any trouble and had spent the rest of the day at the mine office.\u00a0 He was about to leave when his foreman called by.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;You got a minute, Mr Cartwright?&#8221;\u00a0 Tom Stone enquired.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Well, I was heading home, is it urgent?&#8221;\u00a0 Adam replied, stacking the papers he had been working on.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>The man wrinkled his brow\u00a0 &#8220;Could be.\u00a0 There&#8217;s a problem with number two shift.\u00a0 The amount reported out the shaft head don&#8217;t tally with the assay.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Adam frowned.\u00a0 &#8220;You mean someone&#8217;s siphoning some off after it comes up?&#8221;\u00a0 he asked.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Stone grimaced.\u00a0 &#8220;Sure looks like it.\u00a0 I done checked it three times in the past week &#8216;cos it didn&#8217;t seem enough and I can&#8217;t see how the returns are so low considerin&#8217; what the men are bringing out in ore.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Adam came around his desk and joined the foreman, together they headed for the shaft.\u00a0 &#8220;Could be the quality is dropping as we go lower.&#8221;\u00a0 Adam suggested.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Stone shook his head\u00a0 &#8220;Then how come it&#8217;s only on number two shift.\u00a0 The other two shifts work the same face.&#8221;\u00a0 He held out the tally sheets to his boss.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Adam took it all in and did some rapid calculations in his head, then nodded.\u00a0 &#8220;If you use the other shifts as the baseline, we&#8217;re losing about a hundred dollars a week on this shift, give or take a few dollars.&#8221;\u00a0 He looked hard at his foreman\u00a0 &#8220;You say you&#8217;ve checked three times this week, so it&#8217;s probably happening everyday&#8230;for how long?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Well, I first noticed it about three weeks back but put it down to the fact the shift was a man short, that&#8217;s when I started checking the ore weight at the shaft head and the assayed returns.\u00a0 It&#8217;s true that shift two brings up less ore because they are a man short but it don&#8217;t account for all the difference if you take it ton for ton.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Adam nodded and handed back the tally sheet.\u00a0 &#8220;Get me a list of men who handle the ore between shaft head and the stamp mills and those who handle the processed ore before we take it to assay.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Stone nodded.\u00a0 &#8220;Can do that now boss.\u00a0 Cross, Brickell and Sadler handle the ore for shift two and Bassett and Webster tally the processed ore and take it for assay.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Adam considered the names\u00a0 &#8220;No new men there, they&#8217;ve all been with us for a while.\u00a0 Known most of them for ten years or more.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Stone nodded in agreement.\u00a0 &#8220;I can&#8217;t see it bein&#8217; any of &#8217;em.\u00a0\u00a0 Brickell&#8217;s the newest but he&#8217;s bin with us for two years and he worked with the Ophir before that.\u00a0 Sadler and Bassett bin working with me for more than five years and we prospected together.\u00a0 They got families, I can&#8217;t see them risking jail for a few hundred dollars, they&#8217;d know they&#8217;d be caught.\u00a0 Cross and Webster started here right from school, they&#8217;re both single, I cain&#8217;t see them doin&#8217; it neither.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Any of &#8217;em got gambling debts or money problems that you know of?&#8221;\u00a0 Adam asked.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Stone frowned then shook his head.\u00a0 &#8220;Not that I know of, boss.\u00a0 Jimmy Cross is courtin&#8217; and savin&#8217; for a weddin&#8217; but he was saying the other day that her Pa is givin&#8217; them a bit of land, so he don&#8217;t seem bothered about bein&#8217; short.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;What about Matt Webster?\u00a0 Has he got a girl?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Tom Stone laughed.\u00a0 &#8220;Several, I shouldn&#8217;t wonder. He&#8217;s kinda like your young brother, a hit with the ladies.\u00a0 Fact he and Little Joe often run around together, so maybe you&#8217;d better ask Joe.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Adam smiled.\u00a0 &#8220;Thanks Tom, perhaps I&#8217;ll do that.\u00a0 In the meantime, try swapping them around a little, say it&#8217;s &#8216;cos we&#8217;re shorthanded.\u00a0 Let&#8217;s see if we can narrow the odds a bit.\u00a0 But take it easy, I want to catch this thief not scare him off.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Adam arrived home just as Joe was reporting to Ben and had to turn his face to the wall and pretend to be concentrating on hanging up his jacket and gun belt to avoid the grin that broke out.\u00a0 Joe&#8217;s explanation of why checking on the herd had taken all day was imaginative to say the least.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Hmm&#8230;&#8221;\u00a0 Ben muttered.\u00a0 &#8220;I still don&#8217;t see why it took all day.&#8221;\u00a0 he turned as Adam came into the centre of the room.\u00a0 &#8220;Did you have any problems today, Adam?&#8221;\u00a0 he asked with an eyebrow raised.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Adam shook his head.\u00a0 &#8220;No, nothing much.\u00a0 We&#8217;ve got a thief at the mine but we&#8217;ll catch him.\u00a0 Nothing else, Pa.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;A thief!&#8221;\u00a0 Ben exclaimed.\u00a0\u00a0 &#8220;How much are we losing?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Adam moved over to his chair and dropped into it his long legs stretched out in front of him.\u00a0 He leaned back and considered\u00a0 &#8220;Tom and I reckon about a hundred dollars a week for maybe three or four weeks.\u00a0 It&#8217;s processed ore, we think, taking it before would be too obvious.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Ben toyed with his pipe\u00a0 &#8220;Any ideas.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Adam sighed.\u00a0 &#8220;Five men handle it but none that I&#8217;d like to say were suspects.\u00a0 It has to be one of them, but I can&#8217;t think who, they are all good men.\u00a0 Tom and I are going to do some shift changes to see if we can narrow it down without alerting them.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Hoss leaned over the back of his brother&#8217;s chair &#8220;If&#8217;n the thief gets wind of it, he&#8217;ll stop.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;I know that, Hoss. You got any other suggestions?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Hoss shook his head.\u00a0 &#8220;Search everyone leavin&#8217;, maybe.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Adam gave a grim chuckle.\u00a0 &#8220;We&#8217;re not all your size.\u00a0 I don&#8217;t plan on getting my head stove in by accusing Big Mike or his mate of stealing.\u00a0 And anyhow that would sure tell the thief we&#8217;re on to him.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Joe leaned against the fireplace apparently not taking much interest in the conversation but in reality all ears.\u00a0 If Adam had been in town then there was a chance he had been seen.\u00a0 He waited for his older brother to mention something incriminating but when nothing was forthcoming he had to satisfy his curiosity.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;What were you doing in town?&#8221;\u00a0 He asked as casually as he could when Adam stopped speaking.\u00a0 &#8220;I thought you were checking out timber.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Adam looked up at his younger brother and gave a smile like a sly cat.\u00a0 &#8220;I was, but it doesn&#8217;t take long to check out Davis Creek and that stand there.\u00a0 Its amazing how quick some jobs can be accomplished if you put your mind to it.\u00a0 I needed to finish up the monthly accounts and check over the new equipment so I spent the rest of the day in town.\u00a0 Had lunch with Andrew Holloway and a couple of beers in the Silver Dollar.&#8221;\u00a0 He said, watching Joe&#8217;s expression.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Joe knew from his brother&#8217;s manner that he had been seen and he wondered why Adam wasn&#8217;t telling Pa.\u00a0 Then it struck him; Adam didn&#8217;t need to tell Pa because they had planned it together.\u00a0 Pa had set Adam to follow him.\u00a0 At this realisation his temper almost let him down but for once he kept it under control.\u00a0 If they wanted to play that game it was fine.\u00a0 He wasn&#8217;t a kid and as long as his work was done he could do as he pleased.\u00a0 His conscience pricked a little at the thought of the work he had left for his foreman but he&#8217;d make up for it tomorrow.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>The night was still and the stars bright in a velvet inky blue sky as Joe slipped quietly out of his window and headed for the barn.\u00a0 He didn&#8217;t know why he was sneaking around like a kid.\u00a0 He could have simply told Pa he was going into town for the evening.\u00a0 He sighed.\u00a0 There would have been an inquisition and his activities today might have come out.\u00a0 Pa did not approve of nights in town when there was a working day to follow.\u00a0 He waited to mount until he and Cochise were clear of the yard and then rode like the wind into town.\u00a0 Virginia City never slept, at any one time half of its male population was under ground and the other half in the saloons.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Joe tethered Cochise outside the Silver Dollar, just in case he was seen and a report went back to Pa.\u00a0 Being on a saloon on C Street was just about acceptable; being seen in the saloons and brothels of the lower part of town certainly wasn&#8217;t, at least not in his father&#8217;s eyes.\u00a0 He headed down Taylor street passing the white painted cabins with their red lights on the corner of D street and headed on down the hill into the squalor of the saloons and cabins that made up the poorest quarter of the city.\u00a0\u00a0 There was nothing to choose between the establishments, they all served warm beer and cheap rotgut whisky and were populated by miners and cowboys down on their luck and serviced by jaded girls who had been rejected by the higher-class saloons and brothels.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Joe started at one end of the street and two hours and a good few beers later he was almost at the other end by the railroad depot.\u00a0 He had spoken to drunken miners and girls who barely spoke English but no one could remember seeing Lee Hogan much less drinking with him.\u00a0 In fact most of the men and girls he spoke to couldn&#8217;t remember anything.\u00a0\u00a0 Dispirited he headed back to the Silver Dollar and collected Cochise to head home.\u00a0 As he rode out of town he saw a figure on a black horse angling across the mountain towards town.\u00a0 The rider was somehow familiar but Joe&#8217;s brain befuddled by drink couldn&#8217;t place him.\u00a0 He wondered why anyone would be riding into town from that direction in the early hours of the morning unless they lived out there.\u00a0 The road led to a few shacks and then beyond there were three or four small homesteads.\u00a0 Only a miner on an early shift would be heading into town and to Joe&#8217;s knowledge no miners lived that way.\u00a0 He shrugged; it wasn&#8217;t important just puzzling.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>It took barely a week for Roy to set up a trial for Lee and, despite Joe&#8217;s pleas to give him more time, the sheriff was adamant that it took place quickly before the townsfolk took matters into their own hands.\u00a0 The last thing Roy wanted was to have to face down a lynch mob.\u00a0\u00a0 With no one to speak for him and no contrary evidence the jury found Lee guilty in under half a day.\u00a0\u00a0 The hanging was set for three days later and Joe followed Roy back to the jail to talk to Lee.\u00a0 He was surprised that although she had been in court, Angie had not gone back to visit with her husband.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Where&#8217;s Angie?&#8221;\u00a0 Joe asked when he and Lee were alone in the cell.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Lee shook his head\u00a0 &#8220;She don&#8217;t wanna know me.&#8221;\u00a0 His face was pale and his hands shaking as he appealed to his friend.\u00a0 &#8220;I know I done a lotta crazy things, Joe, but I ain&#8217;t no murderer.\u00a0 You gotta believe me.&#8221;\u00a0 He shrugged.\u00a0 &#8220;Sure as hell, no one else does.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Joe sympathised but he couldn&#8217;t see what else he could do.\u00a0 &#8220;Can&#8217;t you remember anything?&#8221;\u00a0 He asked in desperation.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Lee put his head in his hands.\u00a0 &#8220;Only what I said in court.\u00a0 I thought Angie would know what time I got home but she says it was dawn though I was sure it was still dark when I got there.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Didn&#8217;t you see anyone on your way home?&#8221;\u00a0 Joe asked, &#8220;I mean maybe you wasn&#8217;t as late as she says.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Even if&#8217;n I did, what difference would it make?\u00a0 Mort coulda bin killed anytime that night.&#8221;\u00a0 Lee said dejectedly.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Boy, weren&#8217;t you listening, Mrs Saunders said it was near dawn when Mort went down to investigate a noise in the store.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Lee sighed.\u00a0\u00a0 &#8220;I ain&#8217;t sure but I think there was a rider headed to town.\u00a0 He was kinda in the shadows though, didn&#8217;t show up well, the horse was dark.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Joe&#8217;s memory fought to recall why that seemed significant then he remembered the black horse and its rider; the familiar shape that still eluded recognition.\u00a0 &#8220;Who lives out by your cabin?&#8221;\u00a0 He asked.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Lee frowned.\u00a0 &#8220;Old Andy Packer and his missus, the Osbornes and the Freelands.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Joe shook his head\u00a0 &#8220;No, there has to be someone else.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Joe, I done lived there for three years now, there ain&#8217;t no one else on that road.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Then someone&#8217;s been visiting out that way, someone on a black horse, who stays late.&#8221;\u00a0 Joe mused.\u00a0 &#8220;What about one of the Osborne girls, they courting.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Lee snorted.\u00a0 &#8220;If they was old man Osborne &#8216;ud chase &#8217;em off before midnight, that&#8217;s for sure.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Joe got to his feet.\u00a0 &#8220;I gotta go up to the mine, Adam wants to talk to me about something but I&#8217;ll keep looking and asking and I&#8217;ll be back tomorrow.\u00a0 You want me to go see Angie?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Lee nodded.\u00a0 &#8220;See if she&#8217;s okay, willya.\u00a0 I know she don&#8217;t think much o&#8217; me but I care about her and the kid.\u00a0 He&#8217;s bright as a button, Joe.\u00a0 Temper too, must be that red hair o&#8217; his.\u00a0 Takes after his Ma, I guess.&#8221;\u00a0 He looked up quickly, his eyes misting over\u00a0 &#8220;He&#8217;s the best thing that ever happened to me, Joe.\u00a0 I don&#8217;t want him thinking his old man&#8217;s a murderer.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Joe patted his friend&#8217;s shoulder\u00a0 &#8220;I&#8217;ll see he&#8217;s all right, you know that.&#8221;\u00a0 He choked out.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Joe stood outside the jailhouse for several minutes trying to think what else he could do for his friend.\u00a0 He reckoned he had talked to everyone who might know and he was running out of time and options.\u00a0 He dug his hands into his pockets and started up the street towards the mine offices.\u00a0 Adam had been very mysterious this morning, simply saying he needed to talk to Joe and it had to be at the mine.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>When he arrived at the office his brother was in deep conversation with Tom and he hung around waiting for them to finish.\u00a0 He turned his charm on for Katie, who helped with the paperwork, and soon forgot what he had come in for.\u00a0 He sat on her desk and regaled her with stories of daring deeds, which he embellished for her benefit.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Adam finished his conversation with Tom and\u00a0 leaned out of his office, seeing Joe, he shook his head and grinned.\u00a0 &#8220;Hey, little brother, let my staff get on with their work.&#8221;\u00a0 He called.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Katie flushed and bent her head back to her bookwork with a &#8220;Sorry, Mr Cartwright.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Joe slid off the desk and chuckled.\u00a0 &#8220;Don&#8217;t let the boss get to you, Katie.\u00a0 If he causes trouble just call on me.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Adam raised an eyebrow and held the door open for Joe to enter his inner sanctum.\u00a0 When his brother was comfortably seated in one of the leather chairs he lounged against the desk and folded his arms.\u00a0 &#8220;You been to see Lee?&#8221;\u00a0 He asked.\u00a0\u00a0 &#8220;I heard the verdict went against him.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Joe nodded.\u00a0 &#8220;He didn&#8217;t do it, Adam.\u00a0 I just wish I could prove it.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;No luck, huh!&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Joe shook his head.\u00a0\u00a0 &#8220;Nothing I can make any sense from.\u00a0 I&#8217;m going out to see Angie but I doubt she knows anymore than I do.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Adam moved around his desk and sat down.\u00a0 &#8220;She may still be in town.\u00a0 I saw her coming out of the dressmakers across the street not more than fifteen minutes ago.\u00a0 For a girl with no money she sure had some boxes with her.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Joe shrugged.\u00a0 &#8220;Maybe she&#8217;s taking in sewing to earn some.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Yeah, maybe.&#8221;\u00a0 Adam replied.\u00a0 &#8220;This isn&#8217;t what I wanted to talk about, it&#8217;s about another buddy of yours, Matt Webster!&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Matt!\u00a0 What&#8217;s the problem?&#8221;\u00a0 Joe asked, surprised.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;You know if he&#8217;s got money problems?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Joe shook his head\u00a0 &#8220;No, always seems pretty flush to me.\u00a0 You pay your workers too well, pity Pa doesn&#8217;t do the same for me.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Adam grinned.\u00a0 &#8220;You could always work down the mine.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Joe groaned.\u00a0 &#8220;I like it up here, fine thanks.\u00a0 You can keep your high wages if it means living underground for half my life.&#8221;\u00a0 He frowned.\u00a0 &#8220;Why you asking about Matt?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Not sure yet, but it looks like he may be supplementing his wages some with a bit of processed ore.&#8221;\u00a0 Adam explained.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Joe sat up &#8220;Why Matt?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Like I said, I&#8217;m not certain but we&#8217;ve been changing shifts around and so far the losses are always on his shift.\u00a0 I was hoping you might know a bit more.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Joe flew into a temper all at once and pushed back his chair and leaned toward his brother.\u00a0 &#8220;Don&#8217;t you think I&#8217;d tell you if I thought he was stealing from you?\u00a0\u00a0 You don&#8217;t have a very high opinion of my friends or me do you, Adam?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Adam sighed.\u00a0 &#8220;Calm down, Joe.\u00a0 I&#8217;m not accusing anyone, just trying to find facts and so far Matt Webster fits the known facts.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Joe stayed on his feet\u00a0 &#8220;Yeah, nice and easy, just like Lee&#8230;&#8221;\u00a0 He stopped speaking and his mouth dropped open.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Adam stood up\u00a0 &#8220;What is it?\u00a0 Joe&#8230; what&#8217;s wrong?&#8221;\u00a0 He asked with a worried frown.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;The black horse&#8230; it was Matt.\u00a0 I&#8217;m sure it was Matt.&#8221;\u00a0 Joe muttered.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Adam came around the desk\u00a0 &#8220;What black horse?\u00a0 What are you talking about? &#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Joe looked up at his brother\u00a0 &#8220;Lee saw a dark horse coming into town the night Mort was killed.\u00a0 I&#8217;m sure it was the same horse I saw the other night when I came into town to check out Lee&#8217;s alibi&#8230;&#8221;\u00a0 He stopped a she realised he had just told his older brother that he had sneaked out and been on E Street.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Adam raised an eyebrow but said nothing.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;I didn&#8217;t find any witnesses but on the way home I saw this rider and I couldn&#8217;t work out why it seemed familiar.&#8221;\u00a0 He slapped his gloves against his other hand.\u00a0 &#8220;Now I&#8217;m sure it was Matt.\u00a0 The build was right and he rides a black gelding.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Adam shrugged.\u00a0 &#8220;So it was Matt, how does that help?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Joe sighed.\u00a0 &#8220;It doesn&#8217;t I guess.\u00a0 I mean if he&#8217;s thieving from you why would he bother with a few dollars from Mort?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Adam frowned on concentration\u00a0 &#8220;I don&#8217;t know, but I wonder why he was on that road late at night?\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 He lives in town.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Joe started for the door.\u00a0 &#8220;I don&#8217;t know but I have an idea.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Adam grabbed the door as Joe went to go through it.\u00a0 &#8220;Where are you going?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Joe turned back in frustration\u00a0 &#8220;To see Angie.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Adam&#8217;s expression was puzzled for a second then it cleared.\u00a0 &#8220;Matt and Angie?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Joe shrugged.\u00a0 &#8220;He went out with her for a time just after I did and before she married Lee.\u00a0 She don&#8217;t seem too concerned that her husband&#8217;s in jail and gonna be hung and Lee said she was giving him a hard time.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Adam reached for his hat and gunbelt.\u00a0 &#8220;I&#8217;m going with you.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Joe caught his brother&#8217;s arm\u00a0 &#8220;No,&#8221; he said forcefully.\u00a0 &#8220;I don&#8217;t want to make her suspicious.\u00a0\u00a0 I&#8217;m just a friend calling to see how she is and offering help.\u00a0 I can take a look around and then if I find anything we can work out what to do.&#8221;\u00a0 He looked up at Adam and his expression was deadly serious.\u00a0 &#8220;Lee&#8217;s life depends on us being sure.&#8221;\u00a0 He softened his tone.\u00a0 &#8220;Please, Adam?\u00a0 Let me do it my way for once.\u00a0 He&#8217;s my friend.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Adam had never seen such an earnest expression on his young brother&#8217;s face.\u00a0 &#8220;Okay, Joe.&#8221;\u00a0 He said softly.\u00a0 &#8220;But if you need help&#8230;&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;I&#8217;ll stay out of trouble and I&#8217;ll be back before Matt goes on shift in what&#8230;two hours?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Adam nodded.\u00a0 &#8220;If you&#8217;re not back here in two hours, I&#8217;m coming after you.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Joe rode slowly up the dirt road to Lee&#8217;s cabin.\u00a0 The place looked untidy with loose shingles and chickens roaming the yard.\u00a0 He dismounted and wandered around there seemed to be no one at home, then he saw a movement inside.\u00a0 He knocked on the door and waited.\u00a0\u00a0 Angie came to the door, a little flustered and flushed.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Oh, Joe, its you.\u00a0 I was just putting the baby down for a nap.&#8221;\u00a0 She excused herself, patting her hair into place.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Can I come in, Angie.\u00a0 I need to talk about Lee.\u00a0 He&#8217;s worried about you and the baby.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Oh, sure, Joe.&#8221;\u00a0 She opened the door wide and bustled about making coffee.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;You ain&#8217;t been to see him much.&#8221;\u00a0\u00a0 Joe perched himself on a chair and looked around.\u00a0 The cabin inside was tidy and clean and showed no sign of the neglect outside.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Angie kept her back to him as she answered\u00a0 &#8220;It&#8217;s hard with the baby, I don&#8217;t have no one to leave him with.\u00a0 The neighbours don&#8217;t like me and Lee much.\u00a0 What with Lee&#8217;s drinking an&#8217; all.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Joe nodded as she handed him a cup of coffee.\u00a0 &#8220;Thanks Angie.\u00a0 You don&#8217;t get many visitors then?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>She shook her head.\u00a0 &#8220;No one since Lee lost his job last month, &#8216;ceptin&#8217; when the sheriff and your Pa came.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Must get kinda lonely.&#8221;\u00a0 Joe suggested.\u00a0 &#8220;You got enough money to get food for you and the baby?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Angie seemed flustered again.\u00a0 &#8220;Yeah, it is sorta quiet up here.\u00a0 I wanted to move back to town but Lee said we couldn&#8217;t afford it.\u00a0 He spends his money on drink.&#8221;\u00a0 She said with some anger.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Gonna be even lonelier with Lee gone and you don&#8217;t seem too concerned about that.&#8221;\u00a0 Joe pushed.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Course I&#8217;m worried.\u00a0 He&#8217;s my husband.&#8221;\u00a0 She spoke quickly but her eyes were downcast as if she didn&#8217;t want him to see what she really felt.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Money&#8217;ll be short too, won&#8217;t it.\u00a0 I guess the dressmaking will help out.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Angie&#8217;s face wore a puzzled frown\u00a0 &#8220;Dressmakin&#8217;?\u00a0 I don&#8217;t&#8230;&#8221; her eyes fell on two boxes left on the settee.\u00a0 &#8220;Oh&#8230;oh yeah, that.&#8221;\u00a0 she finished, her color rising.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Lee said he was home earlier than dawn the night Mort died.&#8221;\u00a0 Joe said casually.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Again she turned away busying herself folding clothes.\u00a0 &#8220;He didn&#8217;t know what time it was, he was too drunk.\u00a0 He&#8217;s always drunk.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Where&#8217;s he get the money from Angie.\u00a0 He ain&#8217;t worked in over a month.\u00a0 Don&#8217;t look like your starving neither.&#8221;\u00a0 Joe commented.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;How should I know, gamblin&#8217; or from his friends.&#8221;\u00a0 She snapped back.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Friends like Matt Webster, maybe?&#8221;\u00a0 Joe asked quietly.\u00a0 He saw her stiffen. &#8220;Matt always was sweet on you.\u00a0 He been hanging around helping out?&#8221;\u00a0 He continued, pushing his small opening.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;I don&#8217;t know what you mean.&#8221;\u00a0 She replied not looking at him.\u00a0 &#8220;I ain&#8217;t seen Matt for weeks.\u00a0 He used to hang around with Lee but not since&#8230;&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Not since the murder, Angie, huh!&#8221;\u00a0 Joe shrugged and drained his coffee cup.\u00a0 &#8220;Thanks for the coffee, Angie.\u00a0 I told Lee I&#8217;d keep on eye out for you and the baby, so if you need anything let me know.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>She watched him ride off and Joe could have sworn she was relieved to see him head away from the cabin towards town.\u00a0 He made it back to the mine in record time and walked into Adam&#8217;s office without knocking.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;We were right.&#8221;\u00a0 He blurted out, then realised that Adam wasn&#8217;t alone.\u00a0 &#8220;Sorry Tom, didn&#8217;t know you were here.&#8221;\u00a0 He apologised.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Tom Stone raised a hand to show he didn&#8217;t mind.\u00a0 &#8220;Guess we&#8217;re talkin&#8217; &#8217;bout the same person anyways Little Joe.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Joe looked from one to the other for an explanation.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Adam waved his brother to an empty chair.\u00a0 &#8220;Tom&#8217;s asked Roy to be here when Matt comes off shift in the morning.\u00a0 We&#8217;re almost a hundred percent certain it&#8217;s him doing the thieving.\u00a0 What did you find?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Joe sank down into the wooden chair and leaned forward\u00a0 &#8220;Angie says no one&#8217;s been up there since the murder except Roy and Pa when they arrested Lee.\u00a0 There was fresh tracks around the cabin and fresh water in a bucket for a horse they don&#8217;t have.\u00a0\u00a0 All they got is chickens.&#8221;\u00a0 He raised an eyebrow and continued\u00a0\u00a0 &#8220;Angie got real flustered when I mentioned dressmaking and the place looks good, better than when Lee was there.\u00a0 Her dress looked pretty new to me and she was wearing a silver locket I ain&#8217;t seen her with before.\u00a0 Lee never bought her jewelery.\u00a0\u00a0 She doesn&#8217;t seem very upset that he&#8217;s gonna hang and was real edgy when I mentioned Matt.&#8221;\u00a0 He finished<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Don&#8217;t prove nuthin&#8217; though.&#8221;\u00a0 Stone examined his hands.\u00a0 &#8220;I&#8217;d sure like to take a look around his place.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Joe nodded but Adam shook his head.\u00a0 &#8220;We leave that to the sheriff, that&#8217;s his job not ours.&#8221;\u00a0 He said firmly.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Joe frowned and raised an eyebrow at Tom but said nothing.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Adam started to tidy away his papers\u00a0 &#8220;I&#8217;m heading home so I can be back here with Roy at the end of the nightshift.\u00a0 You coming, Joe?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Joe shook his head\u00a0 &#8220;I said I&#8217;d go back and let Lee know that Angie was okay.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Adam nodded and reached for his jacket.\u00a0 &#8220;I&#8217;ll see you at supper then.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Nah, tell Pa I&#8217;ll eat in town, I might be a while with Lee.\u00a0 He ain&#8217;t got no one else.&#8221;\u00a0 He waited for his brother to object but Adam just shrugged and held the door for them to leave.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>A few hours later Joe caught up with Tom in the Silver Dollar and offered to buy him a beer.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Thanks Joe, I could use one.&#8221;\u00a0 Tom replied.\u00a0\u00a0 Then with perception he looked at the younger man.\u00a0 &#8220;You thinking what I am?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Joe grinned.\u00a0 &#8220;Depends on what you&#8217;re thinking, but my big brother ought to be home by now and the nightshift is down at six hundred feet.&#8221;\u00a0 He chuckled.\u00a0\u00a0 Then he grew serious\u00a0 &#8220;I can go alone, I wouldn&#8217;t want you to get in trouble with the boss.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;I&#8217;m on my own time now.\u00a0 If I just happen to walk down to the rail depot and past Webster&#8217;s house&#8230;\u00a0 well&#8230;\u00a0 I might see something suspicious and need to investigate, can&#8217;t have a fellow miner being robbed can we?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>The two men drained their beer glasses and set off.\u00a0 First they casually stood by the depot and watched the V &amp; T set off for Gold Hill.\u00a0 On the other side of the tracks the Webster cabin was in darkness and both checked it carefully before crossing behind the train in the cloud of smoke and steam to disappear into the shadows.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>They prowled around the cabin until Joe spotted a broken window catch.\u00a0 Carefully he prised it open and the two slipped inside.\u00a0 In the dim light it was hard to see much but Joe could tell that there weren&#8217;t many luxuries.\u00a0 Matt Webster lived a Spartan bachelor existence.\u00a0 &#8220;Can&#8217;t see nothing.&#8221;\u00a0 Joe grumbled.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Tom struck a match and for a few seconds the scene was illuminated.\u00a0 &#8220;Can&#8217;t do that too often or we&#8217;ll be spotted.&#8221;\u00a0 He whispered back.\u00a0 &#8220;Through there.&#8221;\u00a0 He pointed to a door at the back of the cabin.\u00a0\u00a0 It led into a small storeroom come kitchen and there were several boxes stacked against the wall.\u00a0 He opened one but shook his head.\u00a0 &#8220;It&#8217;s from Mort&#8217;s but he could&#8217;ve bought it.&#8221;\u00a0 He said, holding up a sack of sugar.\u00a0\u00a0 &#8220;We need more than this.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Joe had wandered back into the main room and was checking under the bed.\u00a0 &#8220;Hey, look at this!&#8221;\u00a0 He called softly.\u00a0\u00a0 When Tom re-joined him, he opened a carpetbag.\u00a0\u00a0 &#8220;Looks like he&#8217;s packed to go some place and packed in a hurry.&#8221;\u00a0 Joe whispered.\u00a0 He dug deeper into the bag and then grinned.\u00a0 He pulled out a small pouch and a larger heavy leather bag.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Joe tipped the smaller pouch and gasped, &#8220;There has to be more&#8217;n two thousand dollars here he said as he extracted a wad of notes and flipped them through his hands.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Tom had opened the large bag, it was rather like a doctor&#8217;s bag and he had to light a match to see clearly inside.\u00a0 &#8220;Silver,&#8221;\u00a0 he said quietly\u00a0 &#8220;Processed silver ore, and I&#8217;d be willing to bet that when it&#8217;s assayed it comes from a Ponderosa shaft.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;We&#8217;ve got him&#8230;&#8221;\u00a0 Joe said eagerly.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Tom nodded\u00a0 &#8220;We&#8217;ve got &#8216;im for the theft but there&#8217;s nothin&#8217; here to connect him to Mort&#8217;s murder.&#8221;\u00a0 He looked at the younger man.\u00a0 &#8220;Think Joe, are you sure it ain&#8217;t Lee?\u00a0 I mean Matt has a small fortune here, why would he risk everything for a few supplies and maybe fifty 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needed more.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Angie pulled away\u00a0 &#8220;We have to get out of here.\u00a0 Joe Cartwright was asking questions, he suspects something.&#8221;\u00a0 She said, her voice filled with a sense of urgency.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Yeah and they bin swapping my shifts at the mine, I reckon Stone knows how the ore&#8217;s goin&#8217; even if he don&#8217;t know who, yet.\u00a0 Pity it was workin&#8217; well until Saunders got in the way.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Angie shuddered\u00a0 &#8220;Did you have to kill him?\u00a0 Lee woulda been put away for five or more for the robbery.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Matt shrug\u00a0 &#8220;So the plan went wrong.\u00a0 You wanted rid of him, this way its permanent.&#8221;\u00a0 He began pulling the bags from under the bed.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;We can pick up the baby from Mrs Allen on our way out of town&#8230;&#8221;\u00a0 Angie was saying, when Matt swore.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 &#8220;What is it?&#8221;\u00a0 She asked anxiously.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Someone&#8217;s bin here.&#8221;\u00a0 Matt said, throwing the bag on to the bed.\u00a0 &#8220;Someone&#8217;s been in this bag.&#8221;\u00a0 His eyes darted around the room and in one swift motion he drew his gun and fired toward the kitchen, falling to the floor he pulled Angie with him and rolled behind the heavy sofa.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>In the great room of the Ponderosa ranch house, Adam paced back and forth in front of the fire.\u00a0 His younger brother looked up in exasperation.\u00a0 &#8220;Dadburnit Adam, if you&#8217;re that worried about him, let&#8217;s go and find him.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Adam stopped pacing and looked across at Hoss.\u00a0 &#8220;It&#8217;s not that late, but I have a feeling.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Yeah, well where Joe&#8217;s involved a feelin&#8217; is usually enough.\u00a0 He gets into trouble even when we ain&#8217;t got a feelin&#8217;.\u00a0 Let&#8217;s go.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Adam glanced at the staircase\u00a0 &#8220;Reckon we should tell Pa?\u00a0 I hate to disturb him, he was pretty tired.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Hoss raised an eyebrow and then heaved himself from the sofa.\u00a0 &#8220;If we do he&#8217;ll wanna come with us and it maybe nuthin&#8217;.\u00a0\u00a0 Joe&#8217;ll be mad if we get Pa all riled up and yellin&#8217; at him when he ain&#8217;t done nuthin&#8217; wrong,\u00a0 &#8216;ceptin&#8217; maybe have a few drinks.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Adam nodded.\u00a0 &#8220;All right, we let him sleep.\u00a0 But we&#8217;d better find little brother and get him back here before morning.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Years of getting their brother out of scrapes told them his likely haunts and the Silver Dollar was one of their first stops.\u00a0 Hoss spotted Cochise first and swinging down from Chub, reached out and gave the pinto a friendly pat.\u00a0 &#8220;Where is he?&#8221;\u00a0 He asked the horse.\u00a0 &#8220;It&#8217;s for sure he never goes far without you.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Entering the saloon both men glanced around and seeing no sign of their little brother approached the bar.\u00a0 &#8220;Hey, Sam you see Little Joe tonight?&#8221;\u00a0 Hoss asked.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>The bartender nodded.\u00a0 &#8220;He was in here a while back, drinking with Tom Stone.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Adam frowned then nodded.\u00a0 &#8220;They leave together?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Sam agreed that they had and Adam sighed.\u00a0 &#8220;Thought Tom had more sense,&#8221;\u00a0 he muttered.\u00a0 &#8220;Thanks Sam.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;This mean sumthin&#8217; to you?&#8221;\u00a0 Hoss asked puzzled.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Adam nodded and ushered his brother back out into the street.\u00a0 &#8220;Tom and Joe were all for searching Matt Webster&#8217;s place tonight while he 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