{"id":40121,"date":"2022-09-19T16:50:01","date_gmt":"2022-09-19T20:50:01","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/bonanzabrand.info\/library\/?p=40121"},"modified":"2025-09-25T15:38:01","modified_gmt":"2025-09-25T19:38:01","slug":"control-by-harpistforhim","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/bonanzabrand.info\/library\/?p=40121","title":{"rendered":"Control (by HarpistforHim)"},"content":{"rendered":"

Summary:<\/strong> After a run-in with a band of thieves, Adam and Joe find themselves three thousand dollars short and a long way from home. Things go from bad to worse when Adam realizes he\u00a0might<\/em> have gotten hit on the head a little harder than he’d originally thought. Finding your way home is difficult when you can’t see, though not nearly as challenging as hiding an injury from your baby brother.<\/p>\n

Word Count: 2830\u00a0 \u00a0Rating: G<\/p>\n

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Author’s Note: Somewhere along the line, I read that a severe blow to the head can be enough to give someone temporary blindness. I don’t know if that is 100% true, but I do know that I’m a writer, not a doctor. So, for the sake of this story, that medical fact is true. Enjoy, friends!<\/em><\/p>\n

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Control<\/strong><\/p>\n

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The world returned slowly, piecing itself back together only as fast as Adam could regain his senses.<\/span><\/p>\n

Jagged was the ground, but he could feel pressing against his chest.<\/span><\/p>\n

Bitter was the dirt as he spat it out of his mouth.<\/span><\/p>\n

Though his muscles protested, they turned him over on his side.<\/span><\/p>\n

Silence screamed, yet he could still hear the rustling of wind through the trees. The faint call of the mockingbird.<\/span><\/p>\n

And his little brother coming to with a groan.<\/span><\/p>\n

Joe.<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

His brain warned him that sitting up might not be the best course of action. When the thick veil of danger shrouded either of his brothers, however\u2026 <\/span>Logic be damned.<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

Head spinning, Adam swallowed down wave after wave of nausea as he half-crawled, half-staggered over to Joe. His baby brother sat up with a grimace, feeling around for the bump that no doubt marred the back of his head.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cShould\u2019ve seen <\/span>that<\/span><\/i> one coming,\u201d Joe sighed. \u201cDid they take it?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

The world had yet to become whole once more. The ringing in his ears faded with all the slowness of Joe doing his morning chores, yet his brain remained ever the stubborn one, refusing to connect Joe\u2019s question with the response that sat on the tip of his tongue.<\/span><\/p>\n

Take it\u2026 Take it\u2026?<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

Take <\/span><\/i>what?<\/i><\/b><\/p>\n

\u201cThree thousand in cash,\u201d came Joe\u2019s mournful tone. \u201cPa\u2019s gonna have our hides.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Right.<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

The money.<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

That couldn\u2019t have been further from his mind at the moment. Not while Joe was still fussing silently with the back of his head.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou all right?\u201d Adam managed, not trusting his voice at first.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYeah.\u201d Joe sounded more annoyed than hurt, sending instant relief rushing through Adam\u2019s bones. \u201cGonna have a headache later, though.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Adam felt his lips curve despite their situation. \u201cLater?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cOkay, <\/span>now.<\/span><\/i>\u201d Joe shook his head. \u201cYou?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Blinking did nothing to clear his vision, but the ringing had gone its own separate way, so Adam hoped the blurriness would follow suit. \u201cI\u2019ll live.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Though he\u2019d been going for a distracting bit of humor, Adam felt anything but alive and whole.<\/span><\/p>\n

Joe simply shrugged. At least, that\u2019s what Adam <\/span>thought<\/span><\/i> he did. The world was in and out, teasing him with the outline of a tree or a flash of a dark horse. <\/span>Sport.<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

Forcing himself to his feet, Adam sought out his horse, calming the spooked animal with a few strong strokes to the mane.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cShh\u2026\u201d He whispered, blinking hard as if it would somehow bring the fine fibers of fur into focus. \u201cEasy\u2026\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Somewhere off to the side, Joe bit out a curse that would\u2019ve gotten a firm reprimand had their father been present. \u201cThey took it all!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAnd that surprises you?\u201d Adam adjusted the reins, not particularly appreciating the fact that he\u2019d had to feel around just to find the dang things. \u201cI warned you not to talk about it back there.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

The indignance in Joe\u2019s voice flared up the second he spoke. \u201cHow else were we supposed to discuss it?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI told you to pretend we didn\u2019t even have it. That much cash was a big red bullseye for anyone who overheard you and your big mouth.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re not the only business one on this trip, Adam. How were you supposed to know how much I\u2019d haggled out of that buyer if I didn\u2019t tell you?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

With more force than necessary, Adam mounted, taking a moment to quell his nausea before shooting back with a biting reply. \u201cWe were in a public place, Joe. I <\/span>told<\/span><\/i> you not to talk about it and you did, plain and simple. You just couldn\u2019t resist bragging about the deal you made.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAll right! So, I was proud of myself. Is that so wrong? You\u2019re just upset because we both know <\/span>you<\/span><\/i> couldn\u2019t have swung a deal like that in a million years!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m upset because you didn\u2019t listen!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHey, you\u2019re not the boss of me!\u201d It was Joe\u2019s age-old argument, the one Adam was certain his little brother would be falling back on even when they were all old and gray.<\/span><\/p>\n

Sucking in a sharp breath, Adam gripped the reins, trying not to pretend they were Joe\u2019s scrawny little neck. \u201cWell, the fact of it is the money\u2019s gone, so I guess none of that matters now, does it?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Though Joe\u2019s face remained a sun-tanned blur, Adam had no trouble picturing the righteous confusion dancing across it. \u201cAren\u2019t we gonna go after them? We can still get it back, I know we can.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Exhaustion washed over him as all the fight drained away. \u201cWe were out for a while, Joe. They\u2019re long gone by now. Best thing we can do is head home before it gets darker.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Joe glanced up at the sky for a long moment and Adam fought the urge to roll his eyes.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cCome on.\u201d Pressing Sport forward, he could only hope Joe would follow. After that little spat\u2014totally uncalled for, in Adam\u2019s opinion\u2014he wasn\u2019t too keen on nagging his brother to follow him. Whether Joe tagged along or not was his own decision. Adam was tired of babysitting.<\/span><\/p>\n

For a while, Adam only heard his own horse\u2019s hooves, plodding along at a most methodical pace. Just slow enough for Joe to catch up, whenever he stopped taking his good old time fooling around back there\u2026<\/span><\/p>\n

The sun hadn\u2019t been up more than an hour when they\u2019d set out from Reno that morning. Now, it seemed to be taking a quick descent behind the hills.<\/span><\/p>\n

They\u2019d been knocked out too long.<\/span><\/p>\n

Wasted an entire day.<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

That\u2019s just <\/span><\/i>perfect.<\/i><\/b><\/p>\n

And try as he might, he couldn\u2019t bring the world into focus, though maybe that could be attributed to the low evening lighting.<\/span><\/p>\n

Heavy hooves charged up behind him in a gallop and Joe poked his head into Adam\u2019s peripheral vision.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cUh, here.\u201d The kid\u2019s voice held a somewhat subdued tone, that hesitance of someone trying to make amends, yet they don\u2019t quite know how. \u201cYou forgot your hat.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Right.<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

A black blur flashed in front of him and Adam accepted the offering with a nod, securing it on his head. Not a second later, his skull throbbed, rebelling against the crown of the hat that usually fit so well.<\/span><\/p>\n

You got a pretty bad blow to the head,<\/span><\/i> he scolded himself. <\/span>What\u2019d you expect?<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

His fingers couldn\u2019t seem to rip it off fast enough, and he could only imagine the confused look Joe was sending his way.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cSomething wrong?\u201d the kid asked.<\/span><\/p>\n

Hanging the hat off his saddle horn, Adam tried for a wry grin, hoping to heaven he was pulling it off well. \u201cI got knocked in the head, so yeah, I\u2019d say something\u2019s wrong.\u201d When Joe made no reply, Adam went down the over-clarification route. \u201cThat bump on my head\u2019s a little too sore right now, Joe. Besides, it\u2019s not that bright anyway. I don\u2019t really need the hat.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

He supposed Joe flashed his own little grin in return, pulling off his hat, too, yet Adam still couldn\u2019t be sure. Not with the darkness closing faster than a dust cloud.<\/span><\/p>\n

Blinking did nothing. In fact, the next blink turned out to be a curse because it was as if he had yet to reopen his eyes. His brain told him that yes, logically his eyes <\/span>were<\/span><\/i> open, and yet his vision remained shrouded in darkness. A quick swipe of a hand over his eyes revealed the bitter truth.<\/span><\/p>\n

Yes, his eyes were open.<\/span><\/p>\n

And <\/span>no,<\/span><\/i> he couldn\u2019t see <\/span>anything<\/span><\/i>.<\/span><\/p>\n

Fear seized his chest, eating away at his air supply.<\/span><\/p>\n

He let it rein only a moment before logic took control.<\/span><\/p>\n

It\u2019s only temporary.<\/span><\/i> Yes, he would go with that. A temporary result of a blow to the head.<\/span><\/p>\n

Sure. That\u2019s never happened before, though.<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

First time for everything.<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

Right.<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

Sucking in a breath, he forced his mind to calm down, to command his heart to slow its rapid beating.<\/span><\/p>\n

Joe.<\/span><\/i> His brother\u2019s name burned on the edge of his tongue. He almost said it; almost spoke the bitter truth aloud.<\/span><\/p>\n

But something stopped him.<\/span><\/p>\n

That age-old need to remain in control. To lead. To prove to the world he knew what he was doing.<\/span><\/p>\n

Early on, he had realized the only thing he could truly control was himself.<\/span><\/p>\n

Adam blinked again. <\/span>Nothing.<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

Leading others to believe he was fine not only helped them, it helped <\/span>him.<\/span><\/i> The more they believed it, the more he, too, began to believe it.<\/span><\/p>\n

And it wasn\u2019t as if Sport didn\u2019t know where they were supposed to go. The trusty steed knew the road home well.<\/span><\/p>\n

Adam carded a gentle hand through his mane. <\/span>Come on, boy. Take me home\u2026<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

To say the rest of the trip remained uneventful was a mere fantasy that he would have loved to make a reality. The pounding in his head and the thick sheet of black covering his vision, however, reminded him that life wasn\u2019t always so kind.<\/span><\/p>\n

The seconds between Joe\u2019s cry of warning and the sickening <\/span>crack<\/span><\/i> were barely enough time for Adam\u2019s brain to register the oncoming danger\u2014and not nearly enough time to duck.<\/span><\/p>\n

One hand gripped the reins, a last-ditch effort to save himself from falling straight off his horse. The other hand flew to his forehead as if rubbing it could truly chase away the splintering pain from his encounter with what he could only assume was a hanging tree branch.<\/span><\/p>\n

He didn\u2019t regret the muttered curses that flew from his mouth, nor the nails that dug into his clenched palm. For some odd reason, countering pain with more pain made a body feel better\u2014most of the time.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAre you all right?\u201d A thick layer of hesitation and concern coated Joe\u2019s voice.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cFine,\u201d Adam ground out, giving his forehead one last rub for good measure. <\/span>Like <\/span><\/i>that\u2019s<\/i><\/b> going to do any good.<\/span><\/i> \u201cI\u2019m fine, Joe.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhat <\/span>happened?<\/span><\/i>\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhat did it <\/span>look<\/span><\/i> like happened?\u201d The sarcastic bite was unnecessary, but it slipped out before Adam could stop it. He blew out a sigh. \u201cI couldn\u2019t duck in time. It\u2019s no big deal.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou had all the time in the world to duck!\u201d Joe countered. \u201cWhat, got your head stuck in the clouds or something?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI wasn\u2019t paying attention. Just let it go, all right?\u201d He urged Sport forward. \u201cCome on, we\u2019ve got a lot of ground to cover.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

The silence was deafening, tailing Adam as he made his way down the trail. He could almost hear the suspicion radiating off his little brother.<\/span><\/p>\n

Just let it go\u2026<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

This hope was dashed the moment he felt Joe\u2019s hand on Sport\u2019s bridle, slowing them both to a stop.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHey, Adam,\u201d Joe began, shattering that unbearable silence at last, \u201chow many fingers am I holding up?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Adam rolled his eyes, yet he didn\u2019t dare feel around for Joe\u2019s hand, no matter how badly he wanted to release its grip and just<\/span> go.<\/span><\/i> \u201cI\u2019m not in the mood for games, Joe.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThis isn\u2019t a game,\u201d Joe snapped. \u201cJust answer the stupid question: how many fingers?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Two.<\/span><\/i> That was usually the go-to number for these sorts of things. <\/span>Two or four\u2026<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

Well, a fifty-fifty chance isn\u2019t the <\/span><\/i>worst<\/i><\/b> odds.<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

\u201cTwo,\u201d he replied, adjusting Sport\u2019s reins in the hopes that his brother would <\/span>let go.<\/span><\/i> \u201cNow, can we get going, huh?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWrong.\u201d The way Joe\u2019s voice faltered every so slightly had Adam holding his breath. \u201cI\u2019m not holding up any.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Cheater.<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

His best guess told him Joe was studying him right about now. <\/span>That would explain the silence.<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

\u201cYou can\u2019t see\u2026 can you?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

It was a simple question, yet Adam was having the hardest time answering it.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s fine,\u201d he said with an air of finality. \u201cSport knows the way home.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cOh, okay, sure. <\/span>Sport<\/span><\/i> knows the way home. Come on, Adam, I\u2019m right here! Why didn\u2019t you tell me?\u201d The frustration did nothing to conceal his brother\u2019s worry. \u201cSo, what? You just couldn\u2019t see this whole time?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cIt hasn\u2019t been <\/span>that<\/span><\/i> long.\u201d <\/span>A truly winning argument if I\u2019ve ever heard one.<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

\u201cNo <\/span>wonder <\/span><\/i>you bashed your head! I could\u2019ve warned you or something. Told you it was coming! I-I could\u2019ve <\/span>helped!<\/span><\/i>\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t need help, Joe,\u201d Adam shot back, taking a lucky guess and reaching out, successfully brushing the kid\u2019s hand off his horse. \u201cI just need to get home.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cDon\u2019t need help, or don\u2019t <\/span>want <\/span><\/i>it?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

It was petty, he knew, but Adam didn\u2019t answer. Spurring Sport forward, he pressed on down the trail, all the while, waging war against his determination and pride.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAdam! Adam, stop!\u201d Hooves pounded behind him, racing to catch up. \u201cCome on, Adam!\u201d <\/span>And everyone thinks Joe is the stubborn one\u2026<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

He wasn\u2019t going that fast, not really, and that is perhaps why it seemed so easy for Joe to grab onto his reins and pull him to a stop. <\/span>Again.<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

If he could just <\/span>see<\/span><\/i> Joe coming, he could dodge out of the way\u2026<\/span><\/p>\n

Since when do you act like such a child?<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

Sucking a calming breath through his nose, Adam glanced in Joe\u2019s general direction. \u201cAll right, Joe. I\u2019ve stopped. What is it?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cDuck.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

If Adam had been able to see even the slightest blur of an object, he supposed he would\u2019ve seen another low-hanging branch trying to make a bullseye out of his forehead.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cCome on, Adam,\u201d Joe said, his voice taking on a softer, gentler tone\u2014a far cry from his earlier irritation. \u201cJust \u2018cause you\u2019re the oldest doesn\u2019t mean you can\u2019t let other people help you once in a while.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

A heavy, resigned sigh rattled his bones.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou know,\u201d he began, careful to hide the smirk that threatened his lips, \u201cyou growing up is getting to be pretty annoying. You\u2019re becoming too wise for your own good.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Joe\u2019s laugh echoed through the trees. \u201cI\u2019ll be sure to remember you said that, older brother!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cOf that, I have no doubt.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

With quiet reluctance, Adam surrendered.<\/span><\/p>\n

Joe leading Sport by the reins seemed a little overkill, but Adam couldn\u2019t deny that he appreciated his brother\u2019s helpful warnings and the way he guided their horses out of the path of any more branches.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019ll get you home, Adam, don\u2019t you worry.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Right. Fine, that\u2019s just <\/span><\/i>fine.<\/i><\/b><\/p>\n

His fingers itched to be in control, so he wrapped them around the edge of his saddle and squeezed. <\/span>Let it be. It\u2019s fine.<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

Joe\u2019s got it.<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

It\u2019s <\/span><\/i>fine.<\/i><\/b><\/p>\n

That need to lead never wavered, yet Adam did his best to ignore it because, loath as he was to admit it, Joe had a point.<\/span><\/p>\n

A little help never hurt anybody.<\/span><\/p>\n

And though he didn\u2019t have to <\/span>like<\/span><\/i> it, with a calming sigh, he allowed himself to <\/span>accept <\/span><\/i>it.<\/span><\/p>\n

Accept the fact that he, too, needed help sometimes.<\/span><\/p>\n

You can\u2019t do everything yourself, son.<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

Hadn\u2019t Pa said that some time ago? To a young boy aching to prove himself.<\/span><\/p>\n

Right.<\/span><\/i> He should\u2019ve remembered; should\u2019ve <\/span>known.<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

Pa seemed to be right more often than not.<\/span><\/p>\n

Hours later, when his brain finally collected itself again and the world slowly came back into focus, the first thing Adam saw was his baby brother\u2019s grin.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cTold ya I\u2019d get you home.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

The next thing he saw was the dusty road stretching up to the barn.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cNever doubted you for a second,\u201d Adam replied with a wink, still savoring the color and light flooding his vision.<\/span><\/p>\n

Joe rolled his eyes, a <\/span>yeah, right<\/span><\/i> if Adam ever saw one. \u201cNext time you decide to go blind, let me know ahead of time? Maybe then you won\u2019t have such an ugly red bump on your forehead.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

The laughter was contagious and Adam gave Joe\u2019s shoulder a good pat.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019ll be sure to keep you informed. Now, since I\u2019m still recovering,\u201d Adam continued, snatching up Sport\u2019s reins again, \u201cwhy don\u2019t you go on ahead and tell Pa about the money while I take care of the horses.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cOh, no. Don\u2019t pin that on me! You\u2019re the oldest, <\/span>you<\/span><\/i> get to tell him, and\u2014hey! Adam! Get back here! I thought you were recovering!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Hooves pounded behind him once more, but this time, Adam was certain he could outrun them.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cSorry, Joe!\u201d he called back with a laugh, pushing Sport down the road. \u201cSometimes, you just gotta think fast!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHey! I bet you faked the whole thing so I would take pity on you! Adam? Adam, come on!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

As Joe\u2019s half-hearted protests faded off into the distance, Adam felt his face smile.<\/span><\/p>\n

The world was truly beautiful.<\/span><\/p>\n

And the fact that he had a family he could rely on only added to its heavenly glow.<\/span><\/p>\n

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