\u201cWell, I will be heading back into Virginia City. Next time you are in town, drop by and visit with me. Be sure to bring that youngster, too.\u201d Roy said, waving as he mounted his horse and rode off. As he rode off, he was thinking that he and Ben Cartwright could become friends. He also recognized that Little Joe Cartwright had\u00a0Carved his initials on his heart.<\/em><\/p>\nRoy came out of his reverie just as Ben Cartwright came into the jail.<\/p>\n
\u201cHave you got the board ready, Roy?\u201d He asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cYep, and I just made a fresh pot of coffee, too. Now let\u2019s see if you have really been taking lessons from Little Joe!\u201d Roy poured them each a steaming mug of coffee and with that, they each took their accustomed chair and began the game.<\/p>\n
*****<\/p>\n
Chapter 5<\/h3>\n
<\/p>\n
After playing two more long rounds of poker and winning both times, Joe said he had had enough for one night and asked his brothers if either of them wanted to take over his spot. Hoss said he would be glad to take his spot, since it seemed to be a lucky seat tonight. Adam said he would just watch. Hoss quickly became engrossed in the poker game and Adam moved in close to watch his progress. . Shoving his winnings into his jacket pocket without counting it, Joe went over to the bar and ordered a beer. No sooner had he gotten the beer than a new saloon girl came up next to him and asked him if he wanted to buy her a drink. Never one to refuse a pretty girl, Joe of course ordered the bartender to get her what she wanted.<\/p>\n
\u201cApple cider\u201d she ordered. Upon hearing that, Joe raised his eyebrows and said, \u201cNow that is not something you see here much. Where are you from anyway?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI am Renee\u2019 Jeansonne from New Orleans, Louisiana.\u201d Pleased to make your acquaintance, Mr\u2026.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCartwright, Joe Cartwright, Mam, at your service.\u201d Joe hastily filled in the missing information.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy mother was from New Orleans,\u201d Joe told her enthusiastically.<\/p>\n
\u201cReally?\u201d she exclaimed, as if she had never heard that before. \u201cWhat are you doing out here then?\u201d she asked him.<\/p>\n
\u201cI was born here. My mother was from New Orleans but she moved here with my Pa before I was born. We live on a ranch outside of town, called the Ponderosa.\u201d He told her. \u201cBut tell me about you. How did such a pretty girl like you from New Orleans, wind up in Virginia City?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI was on my way to join my family in California, when I got word that they had all been killed in a fire in San Francisco\u201d she told him, her eyes slightly moist as if she was holding back tears. \u201cNow I have to earn money to get passage back to New Orleans so that I can get a job there and support myself. Someone told me I could earn the money faster working in Virginia City than in some of the other towns. But even in Virginia City, it will take almost a year.\u201d<\/p>\n
Joe was stricken when he saw her face. He couldn\u2019t imagine such a pretty girl, with such obvious refinement, having to work in a saloon for a year. Right away he determined to help her.<\/p>\n
\u201cRenee\u2019 , I can get you enough money for stagecoach or train fare back to New Orleans and enough to tide you over until you can get a good job.\u201d Joe offered.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou are such a gentlemen, but I couldn\u2019t accept your generosity, that would be too much of an imposition, mon cherie.\u201d She said, smiling sadly.<\/p>\n
If Little Joe had any reservations, that last sentence completely dissolved them. \u201cRenee\u2019, I insist on helping you. Working in a saloon in Virginia City is no place for a lady like you. I will go to the bank tomorrow and get you the money. I won\u2019t take no for an answer.\u201d Joe said.<\/p>\n
Renee said, \u201cWell kind sir, if you put it that way, I will accept a loan from you. I will send you the repayment when I reach New Orleans and get a job. That I promise you.\u201d As she talked she gave Joe a very bright smile, and softly traced his cheeks with her finger.<\/p>\n
\u201cAre you finished here then?\u201d Joe asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes, I am ready to go home now. I like to leave before it gets too late. It is safer that way.I do not exactly live in a good part of town\u201d She said, looking a little scared.<\/p>\n
\u201cI will walk you home, then.\u201d Joe said.<\/p>\n
\u201cOh, that is not necessary, Joe\u201d Renee said, but her eyes were telling him a different story.<\/p>\n
\u201cI decide what is necessary and besides it is no chore to walk a lovely lady home.\u201d Joe said, looking at her with adoring eyes. He looked at his brothers and started to go tell them he would be back later, but they were engrossed in the poker game. He figured he would be able to go and get back before they even noticed he was gone. Holding his arm out for her, he said, \u201cShall we go, Mam?\u201d And with her holding on to his arm, they walked out of the saloon, arm in arm.<\/p>\n
They walked arm in arm down several blocks and then Renee told Joe that she lived in a rooming house down a long, deserted alley. It was very dark in the alley, and she warned him to be very careful because there was trash in the alley. About halfway down the alley, someone suddenly lunged out and stabbed Joe with a long knife. Joe gasped in pain and shock and tried to fight, his thoughts on protecting Renee. He struggled with the assailant who removed the knife and then stabbed him again. After this Joe stumbled and fell, still conscious, but unable to fight any longer. Quickly the girl started searching his pockets, he vaguely thought that she was looking for something to stop the bleeding with.<\/p>\n
The man walked over and said, \u201cFor Christ\u2019s sake, Darla, hurry up, will ya? Get the money and let\u2019s get out of here.\u201d She quickly reached in Joe\u2019s green jacket pocket and removed the wad of cash he had won in the poker games that night, along with a silver locket she found there. She also removed his wallet and stashed that with the other stolen money. He watched her in shock, unable to say anything, but the hurt and disappointment was evident in his hazel eyes.<\/p>\n
\u201cDon\u2019t look at me like that, rich kid. I know all about you; I heard the other girls talking. You wouldn\u2019t have given me any money. I know what you wanted. I know the likes of you. You just wanted to take advantage of me, like all those other men. But instead, I took advantage of you first.\u201d She stared at him with hatred in her eyes, then slowly, she smiled at him and said, \u201cYou remember me\u2013Darla Conrad\u2013as you lay there bleedin\u2019 to death. Remember it was me who fooled you and Johnny what stuck ya, rich kid.\u201d<\/p>\n
The man grabbed the items from the girl and said, \u201cCome on, let\u2019s get out of here fast before that fool Sheriff comes around agin.\u201d As he said this, he saw Joe trying to reach for his gun, and he swiftly kicked him in the chest and then took the gun out of his holster. \u201cI might be able to find a use for that\u201d He said. He grabbed the girl\u2019s arm and they ran away into the night. Joe could hear the girl still laughing, saying, \u201cthat was like taking candy from a baby.\u201d<\/p>\n
Joe lay there, unable to move, unable to call for help, unable to stop thinking that once again, he had made a mistake. A baby, she had called him a baby\u2026.He felt really strange, he knew he must be dying, but he really wasn\u2019t panicked at all. Instead he felt like he was going to just go to sleep and not have to worry about it anymore. He was too tired to fight. Joe\u2019s eyes closed and he slowly lost consciousness in the dark alley.<\/p>\n
*****<\/p>\n
Chapter 6<\/h3>\n
<\/p>\n
Roy and Ben had played several games of checkers, Ben had won two and Roy had won about 5, but they had a good time discussing what was happening in Virginia City and on the Ponderosa.<\/p>\n
At about 9:50 pm, Ben said, \u201cWell, Roy, I think I will head on over to the Sazarac and have that one last beer with the boys and then head on to the Ponderosa. Won\u2019t you join us?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s about time for me to do my night rounds. After I do that, I will swing by the Sazarac and join you for a night cap.\u201d Roy said.<\/p>\n
Ben came into the Sazarac just a few minutes later. He saw Hoss and Adam sitting at a table in the back playing poker. It didn\u2019t look like either of them were winning, though. Neither of them had any money in front of them and they both looked pretty serious. Ben smiled to himself, never able to figure out the attraction that all three of his sons had for poker. As he thought this, he was looking around for his third and youngest son, the one who for some reason seemed to be luckier at poker than his two older brothers. Ben knew that it wasn\u2019t really luck, but some innate ability to conceptualize the game and strategize accordingly. That was what made him good at poker, checkers, and even chess. He was becoming somewhat alarmed since he didn\u2019t see Joe anywhere in the saloon. He walked over to where Hoss and Adam were engaged in losing a poker game, and remaining silent and watching for just a few seconds.<\/p>\n
When he got a good look at both of their hands, he went ahead and interrupted, since it didn\u2019t look like anything would salvage their hands.<\/p>\n
\u201cBoys, where is Little Joe? It is time to be getting on to the Ponderosa.\u201d<\/p>\n
Hoss was the first to look up, and look rapidly around the saloon. \u201cPa, he was just here a little bit ago.\u201d He said. \u201cAdam, did you see Little Joe leave?\u201d<\/p>\n
Adam, at this time, threw down his cards and said, \u201cThat\u2019s it for me. You have all my money and I am keeping my hat.\u201d \u201cWhat did you ask, Hoss?\u201d he said.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you see Little Joe leave, Adam?\u201d Ben interjected, becoming slightly concerned by now.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo, Pa, I didn\u2019t see him leave, he was having a beer with a pretty girl though, about 30 minutes or so ago.\u201d He said. \u201cAsk the bartender, Pa, he probably knows where he went.\u201d Adam said, thinking to himself, \u201cI bet I know where he is.\u201d<\/p>\n
All three of them walked over to the bartender and asked him if he knew when Little Joe left. The bartender paused from wiping off the bar with a rag and said, \u201cYeah, he left about 45 minutes ago, I believe.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid he say where he was going?\u201d Ben asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo, he looked over at Adam and Hoss and said something to the girl like \u201cI\u2019ll be back before they even notice I\u2019m gone and he didn\u2019t want to break Hoss\u2019 concentration.\u201d The bartender replied.<\/p>\n
\u201cGirl? What girl?\u201d Adam asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cThere was a girl in here who said she just wanted to work tonight for tips and she was only here about three hours. I thought Little Joe was going to walk her home.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere does she live?\u201d Ben asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cBeats me. Like I said, she was just here for a few hours.\u201d The bartender said, becoming slightly defensive.<\/p>\n
\u201cDo you think we ought to go out to find him, Pa?\u201d Adam asked, really thinking it would be embarrassing for his brother if they did, but recognizing that Ben was worried. He didn\u2019t want Joe to get into trouble and bring back his father\u2019s black mood, that he had just gotten rid of that night.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo, let\u2019s just wait here for him for a little while\u201d Ben said, though he didn\u2019t feel altogether happy about that.<\/p>\n
Hoss said, \u201cI tell you what, Pa, let\u2019s have a beer, and then if Little Joe aint here, I will go round \u2018im up. Three beers, Sam.\u201d He said, before Ben could answer.<\/p>\n
Roy Coffee was in the habit of making rounds at 10 o\u2019clock and at midnight, taking a slightly different route each time. He felt that this may keep the muggers and drunks off the street and out of trouble, since they never knew exactly where he would turn up when. This time, he had walked all the way down to E Street and was on his way back, thinking of joining his friends for a half a beer, since it was pretty quiet tonight. He avoided drinking while on the job, usually, but he did have an occasional beer with Ben or his boys when they came to town. He wanted to stop by the Sassarack and see Joe Cartwright before they left because he knew Nancy would ask him about Little Joe if he mentioned that Ben was in town. Nancy and Little Joe had been friends as long as he and Joe\u2019s father had been friends. His memories of that first meeting that he had that night had stirred up the affection he and his daughter both had for Joe.<\/p>\n
As he was coming around the corner of D Street, he saw Walter, the town drunk weaving around. Walter apparently saw him, too, because he ducked into a dark alley, trying to avoid the Sheriff. Roy decided to just leave Walter alone tonight, \u2019cause if he tried to lock him up, he would not get the chance to go by the Sazarac and now that he had thought about it, he definitely wanted that beer\u2014he even thought he would splurge and have a whole glass. He was about even with the alley, when he heard a shriek, and some scrambling noise, then he saw Walter running back towards him.<\/p>\n
\u201cWalter, what is it? Did you see a rat?\u201d The Sheriff asked. He had never seen Walter move so fast.<\/p>\n
\u201cThere\u2019s a dead man back there, Sheriff Coffee, a real live dead man.\u201d Walter said, in as sober a voice as Roy had ever heard him.<\/p>\n
\u201cAre you sure, Walter?\u201d Roy asked suspiciously. \u201cYou sure you saw a dead man?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI am sure Sheriff, and I touched him when I fell and look at my hand\u201d he said as he stuck his hand out for the Sheriff to see\u2014it was covered in red, sticky blood.<\/p>\n
Roy knew then that Walter was not making this up or having hallucinations. He said to Walter, \u201cGo to the Deputy\u2019s house and send Clem over here. Better send for the Doc, too and tell him to meet me at the office.\u201d Roy said, thinking they would need his services in one way or another. \u201cCan you do that, Walter?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes, Sheriff, I am not too drunk fer that, no sirree. A real live dead man. I saw me a real live dead man.\u201d He muttered to himself as he headed straight for the Deputy\u2019s house. \u201cA real live dead man.\u201d<\/p>\n
Roy, ever cautious, pulled his pistol out of his holster and slowly advanced toward where Walter had pointed out where the dead man was. He inched his way to the spot, looking all around for someone hiding. He saw no sign of anyone\u2014dead or alive. Then he looked to the left of a large discarded cook stove and he gasped when he saw the \u201cdead man\u201d. \u201cOh, my God, Little Joe\u201d he said, almost in a whisper. Roy quickly holstered his gun and knelt beside Little Joe. He used his left hand to feel for a pulse in Joe\u2019s neck and was heartened to feel one, although he knew it was faster than it oughta be. In his career he had learned that a fast pulse after a gunshot wound could be as bad a sign as a slow pulse. With his right hand, he opened Joe\u2019s jacket and looked for the wound, finding two stab wounds\u2014a deep one in his midsection and a smaller one in his side. He used his handkerchief to cover the larger wound, pressing down to stop the bleeding.<\/p>\n
As he did this, he thought about Nancy just giving it to him today, saying \u201cThat you never know when you will need a clean handkerchief, Pop.\u201d<\/p>\n
After doing this, and seeing no other injuries, Roy carefully positioned his arms under Joe\u2019s chest and his knees and picked him up, thinking he still is as light as a feather. He had just made it to the street again when Clem came running up to meet him. \u201cClem, go make sure the Doc is at his office when I get there, and then go over to the Sazarac and tell the Cartwrights to meet us at the Doc\u2019s. This is Joe Cartwright and he has been stabbed, it looks like.\u201d Clem started to ask a question, but Roy added, \u201cGo now, Clem. Just go.\u201d Clem ran off as the Sheriff hurried on to the Doctor\u2019s office, cradling the unconscious Joe in his arms. Roy alternated praying and telling Joe,<\/p>\n
\u201cYou are going to be alright\u201d all the while he was running for the Doctor\u2019s office.<\/p>\n
Roy got to the Doctor\u2019s office just as Paul Martin was unlocking the front door. Seeing Little Joe, the Doctor shouted, \u201cRoy, put him on the first examining table. Clem, go to my house and tell my wife to wake Dr. Adams up and send him over here quick.\u201d Dr. Martin rushed to Little Joe\u2019s side, felt his pulse, and began assessing him for injuries. He frowned when he saw the large hole in Joe\u2019s abdomen. That could be a very serious injury, depending upon how deep it was. The other wound in his side didn\u2019t look too bad, it went through muscle and should be fairly easy to control the bleeding. He applied a pressure dressing to both wounds for the time being and went to wash his hands and get ready to begin treatment. About this time, Dr. Adams came running in, in his trousers and undershirt. He scanned the scene and immediately washed his hands and moved over to the examining table. Taking an instrument from the tray that Dr. Martin had prepared, he began to probe the wound. Dr. Martin was watching Little Joe\u2019s face and thought he saw a slight facial movement and informed Dr. Adams. \u201cWell, that\u2019s good, he is not completely out of it, then.\u201d<\/p>\n
Just then, three very frightened men bounded into the room. Paul glanced at Dr. Adams and said, \u201cI\u2019ll talk to them, you keep getting set up and I\u2019ll be right back.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPaul, how is he? Ben asked. What happened? Hoss asked. Is he going to be okay?\u201d Adam asked\u2014all at the same time.<\/p>\n
Dr. Martin raised his hands and said, \u201cOne at a time, please! I don\u2019t know anything except that Joe has two stab wounds, one doesn\u2019t look too bad, but I am afraid the other one is deep. We won\u2019t know \u2019til we get a good look at it. You are just going to have to wait until Dr. Adams and I have had time to evaluate and treat him, Ben. That\u2019s one good thing, I have an excellent assistant tonight. You just wait out here and I will tell you more as soon as I can. I\u2019m sorry, Ben\u201d he said as he gave his friend an empathetic glance.<\/p>\n
Ben started to ask another question, paused, then said, \u201cAll right, Paul. We will be here. Please take care of my Son.\u201d, his voice choked with emotion.<\/p>\n
Doctor Martin turned and headed back into the treatment room that he used for surgical type injuries. Ben, Adam, and Hoss continued to stand in the middle of the room, not knowing what to do. Roy Coffee came over and ushered them into chairs, and sent Clem to get a pot of coffee.<\/p>\n
Momentarily, Ben seemed to revive enough to ask Roy, \u201cWhat happened, Roy? Who stabbed my boy and why?\u201d<\/p>\n
Roy looked at his friend with genuine sympathy. \u201cBen, I don\u2019t know what happened. It had already happened when Walter found Joe by accident. I got the alley sealed off so that if there is any evidence we can find it at daybreak. But I don\u2019t have any idea what happened or who did this.\u201d<\/p>\n
Hoss spoke up, \u201cHe left the Sazarac with a girl, Roy. Sam could give you a description of her.\u201d<\/p>\n
That\u2019s right, Roy\u201d Ben said. \u201cShe must know something.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dr. Martin\u2019s wife entered the office carrying a tray with a coffee pot, mugs, and sweet rolls.<\/p>\n
\u201cHere, I told Clem I would bring this over to you.\u201d She said. She set the tray down and poured Ben a cup of coffee and handed it to him, practically forcing the cup into his hands. \u201cHere, Ben, drink this, it will make you feel better.\u201d<\/p>\n
Ben looked at her with an expression that said, \u201cHow can coffee make me feel better when my son is lying in there with stab wounds and may be bleeding to death?\u201d, but all he said was \u201cThank you, Anna.\u201d.<\/p>\n
She also poured coffee for Adam and Hoss. She offered Hoss a roll, and he said, \u201cNo, Ma\u2019am, thanks.\u201d<\/p>\n
Roy walked out and met Clem at the door and told him about Joe leaving the Sazarac with a girl. Clem left to go over to the Sazarac and get a description of the girl and see if he could find some people to help them look for her. Roy came back in and sat down by Ben and patted him reassuringly on the back. \u201cBen, you know Joe will be alright. He always is. You\u2019ll see.\u201d<\/p>\n
Ben knew that Roy was trying to convince himself as much as he was Ben.<\/p>\n
After about another 10 minutes, Dr. Martin came out and pulled up a chair, saying, \u201cWe need to talk, Ben. This is the situation. As I thought, the side wound is deep, but not going through any organ. Barring infection, it should heal in time with just stitching and rest.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd the other wound?\u201d Ben replied. He had learned that the Doctor Martin always started out by the simplest, most easily-repaired problems, saving the worst for last.<\/p>\n
\u201cWell, that one is trickier, Ben. It went into the left side of his abdomen, making about a 1 1\/2 to 2 inch gash in his stomach and nicking the abdominal aorta, we think. Both of those will have to be repaired surgically. Fortunately, Dr. Adams is a vascular specialist so he is familiar with the surgical repair of the abdominal aorta. The nick must be a tiny one, or frankly, Joe would have bled to death by now. The stomach wound is actually easy to repair, but there may be problems with recovery of stomach function. There is a real risk that the stomach contents could have spilled out and that can lead to peritonitis or infection of the abdominal lining. Depending upon the degree of damaged area, there may be decreased function of the stomach itself. We won\u2019t know until Joe starts to recover.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat kind of problems are you talking about, Paul?\u201d Ben asked, puzzled.<\/p>\n
\u201cWell there may be impaired ability of the stomach to absorb and digest food. In any event there will be a considerable amount of pain associated with eating at first. That is worrisome to me, since Joe doesn\u2019t have a lot of stored energy reserves and he has never been a big eater anyway.<\/p>\n
But Ben, I think we just have to cross that bridge when we get to it. Right now, I need your permission to operate and repair the wounds as best we can. Dr. Adams is getting Joe prepped right now. We need to hurry before Joe starts bleeding again.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou have my permission, of course, Doctor. Take good care of my Son, please.\u201d Ben looked at him with pleading eyes.<\/p>\n
\u201cI will do my best, Ben. You know how I feel about Little Joe.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes, I do, Paul. Thank you.\u201d<\/p>\n
With that, Dr. Martin went back into the surgical room and closed the door softly behind him, giving one quick glance at the stricken family before he closed the door.<\/p>\n
Ben glanced at his watch, it was just now midnight. He looked at Hoss and Adam, they looked drained and exhausted. \u201cDo you boys want to go get a hotel room for the night? I will stay here with Joe and send for you if anything changes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo, Pa, we are staying here with you.\u201d They both answered, as if one voice. Ben didn\u2019t bother to protest, he knew they wouldn\u2019t leave. Frankly, he was glad of their company; families should be together in times of trouble. Sadly, he thought, this family has seen plenty of trouble, along with their good fortune.<\/p>\n
The three men sat down again, and Roy Coffee watched them sympathetically. He spoke softly, \u201cBen, I am going to go over to the jail and map out what I want done at first light to look for evidence. I will be back over here in less than an hour. Is there anything else you want me to do?\u201d<\/p>\n
Ben looked at him and said, \u201cRoy will you have someone see to our horses and bed them down in the stable?\u201d<\/p>\n
Hoss added, \u201cRoy, make sure they clean out Cochise\u2019s water bucket, then refill it with clean water, and give her a ration of oats. You know how Little Joe is about that horse.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019ll get Jimmy Ortega to do it, Hoss, he knows just how Joe likes her taken care of.\u201d Roy said with an understanding smile. Everybody knew how Joe felt about that horse.<\/p>\n
*****<\/p>\n
Chapter 7<\/h3>\n
<\/p>\n
The three men sat in chairs, uncomfortably. They tried to carry on a conversation, but soon gave up the pretense\u2014it was just too hard. All they could think about was what was going on behind that door and their love for the patient in that room. Eventually, out of sheer exhaustion, they dozed off. They slept fitfully and woke up and then nodded off in starts. Finally, Hoss dozed off and dreamed of better times.<\/p>\n
*****<\/p>\n
Hoss and Joe were on the last leg of a 6 day trip checking fences on the northern boundary of the Ponderosa. The weather had been uncooperative, at least for Hoss\u2019 taste; he hated cold weather. The temperature had not risen above freezing for 4 days of the 6 day trip, it had snowed heavily for 3 days, and sleeted two days. On this day they reached the line shack at about 3 pm and decided to stay there for the night and head home to the Ponderosa the next morning. The cabin was stocked with canned goods, matches, dry bedding, and other necessities. Joe volunteered to bed down the horses and to bring in a fresh supply of wood while Hoss went on into the cabin to start the fire. Hoss quickly agreed because he was more than ready to get into the cabin and out of the cold. Joe put their horses in the lean-to stable, fed and watered them, and put down fresh straw. Joe spent an hour giving both horses a good rubdown and making sure that they were warm and cozy. As usual he gave Cochise the extra attention that she was accustomed to.<\/p>\n
After finishing with the horses, he gathered a good supply of wood and went into the cabin to join Hoss. As he entered the cabin, he smiled. Before even seeing Hoss, he knew that his brother was sound asleep\u2013the sounds of Hoss\u2019 snoring were proof of that. Joe quickly added wood to the fire and coaxed it to burn higher to further warm the room. Joe also appreciated the warmth provided by the fire; however he had a higher tolerance for cold temperatures than his brother Hoss. Hoss often accused him of going barefooted in a \u201cblue norther\u201d. In fact Hoss had been pretty miserable on this trip, complaining of the food, the weather, the work, and just about everything else. Joe had been surprised at the vehemence Hoss had shown during the past few days.<\/p>\n
Complaining was not really in Hoss\u2019 nature, but cold temperatures really seemed to bring out the worst in him. Joe was glad that they had finished the fence checking and mending today so that they could go home the next day, for Hoss\u2019 sake.<\/p>\n
Joe decided to try to cheer Hoss up and he knew the best way to do that was to keep him warm and well-fed. He looked over the food supplies in the cabin and was not satisfied with what he found\u2013beans, salt pork, canned peaches, rice, meal, flour, and coffee. Since they had been really pushing themselves to get the job done as quickly as possible, they had not had time for hunting or trapping, so they had been getting by on beans and hard tack for the entire trip. Joe didn\u2019t mind so much, since food was not all that important to him, but Hoss, well Hoss missed Hop Sing\u2019s cooking mightily. Being cold was bad enough, but for Hoss being cold AND hungry was just about unbearable.<\/p>\n
Joe restocked the fireplace to keep the fire going, then quickly wrote Hoss a note saying he was going to hunt something for their dinner, so that if he woke up he wouldn\u2019t be concerned. Taking his rifle and some extra ammunition, Joe went out to see what he could find.<\/p>\n
He had been walking carefully through the woods for over an hour and the only thing he had seen was a couple of raccoons and a few cold-weather hardy birds, nothing to even think of making their dinner. Just as he was about to become discouraged, he caught sight of a huge hare. Taking careful aim, Joe felled the hare with one shot. Joe retraced his tracks and headed back to the cabin. When he got to the cabin, he saw that there was still smoke coming out of the chimney, so he knew the fire was still blazing.<\/p>\n
He quickly skinned and dressed the hare and prepared it for cooking. He was surprised when he entered the cabin to hear Hoss\u2019s snoring. He had expected he would be awake by now. He replenished the fire, then taking the spit from over the fireplace, he put the rabbit on to start it cooking. He decided that he would prepare a real feast for Hoss, hoping that that would put him in a better mood. Joe was not accustomed to Hoss being the grouchy one; that was usually reserved for him or for Adam. Joe prepared a pot of beans, adding some of the salt pork for flavor, made some cornbread with the cornmeal, and opened a can of peaches for good measure.<\/p>\n
After getting everything started, Joe found himself restless, with nothing to do and no one to talk to. Searching for something to do, he settled on cleaning Hoss\u2019s guns. He didn\u2019t clean his, since he had just cleaned them before the trip. Finding oil and old rags in the cabin, Joe cleaned first Hoss\u2019s handgun, then his rifle. About the time he finished that, Joe checked the rabbit and found that it was done. He was trying to decide which Hoss needed most\u2014to eat or to sleep, wondering if he should let him sleep longer or wake him up to eat now. He needn\u2019t have worried, about that time, Hoss woke up, sniffing the air. Joe walked over from the fire to the cot Hoss was sleeping on and said, \u201cWell, hello, sleepyhead\u201d.<\/p>\n
Hoss yawned and stretched and said, \u201cJoe I just had the best dream, I dreamed we were home and Hop Sing was cooking dinner.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cReally?\u201d Joe said. \u201cYeah, and it was so real, I could smell his cooking.\u201d Hoss said. He sniffed again and said \u201cWait a minute, that\u2019s what I smelled in the dream.\u201d The grin on Hoss\u2019 face was more than worth the effort Joe had gone to make the meal.<\/p>\n
After they had eaten their fill, they sat around the fireplace talking and discussing their plans, hopes, and problems. Hoss and Joe had a special relationship, they confided in each other and each seemed to understand the other, sometimes better than they understood themselves. His relationship to Joe meant a great deal to Hoss, because despite his friendly personality, he was shy and uncomfortable in most social situations.<\/p>\n
In fact, Hoss\u2019 awkwardness in social situations had falsely led many people to believe that he wasn\u2019t \u201cright\u201d. Although Joe was 8 years younger than Hoss, Joe had started school while Hoss was still in school. Some of the bullies in the school quickly learned that they could easily goad Little Joe into a fight by making fun of Hoss. Joe had gotten into many fights when they were still in school, avenging insults to Hoss.<\/p>\n
In truth, Joe would have gotten clobbered initially if Hoss had not intervened and helped him out. Hoss appreciated Little Joe\u2019s unwavering support, and he admired his bravery. However, worried that Little Joe\u2019s bravery was going to get him killed, he taught Joe how to fight. He made Joe promise not to tell Pa, because he wasn\u2019t sure how Pa would feel about that. Joe, due to his competitive nature, had started on a secret plan to increase his strength and still maintained his regimen. Hoss was the only member of the Cartwright family who knew that Joe regularly did body-building exercises in his room at night. That muscle-building routine and Hoss\u2019 instruction on how to fight had made Little Joe a better than average fighter.<\/p>\n
Hoss was relieved to find out that as Joe\u2019s fighting abilities improved the number of fights that Joe got into seemed to decrease, if only slightly. Still, Joe\u2019s temper frequently led him into fights and Hoss regularly bailed him out. Hoss was greatly surprised years later when Ben had been forced to pay for damages from a fight that Little Joe got into in the saloon, and he overheard Ben and Sheriff Coffee discussing Joe\u2019s fights. \u201cBen, for his size, Little Joe is the best fighter I have ever seen. He may be little, but he is strong. I am sure that card shark I got locked up in there would confirm that.\u201d Roy said with a twinkle in his eye.<\/p>\n
\u201cRoy, you can credit Hoss for that. He taught him how to fight when he was in grade school. If he hadn\u2019t, I do believe Joe would have been beaten senseless by now.\u201d Ben said with a chuckle. Ben had never said a word to either him or to Joe; Hoss had no idea how he knew he had taught him to fight.<\/p>\n
After they had about talked out, Hoss and Joe decided to turn in for the night so they could leave first thing in the morning to go home. Joe told Hoss he could take the bed and he would sleep on his bedroll on front of the fire. \u201cAre you sure little brother? I have a lot more padding than you do.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m sure Hoss, the bedroll will be just fine and I can keep the fire going that way.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWell alright, I am going to hit the hay then. I am feeling better than I have in a week, Little Joe. That was a mighty fine dinner, little brother.\u201d Hoss told him with a smile. Joe told him that he wanted to go out and check on the horses one more time before he turned in. \u201cYou just want to go tuck Cochise in and read her a bedtime story\u201d Hoss teased his brother.<\/p>\n
\u201cWell she doesn\u2019t snore as loud as you do, big brother, maybe I will just sleep with her too.\u201d Joe teased him right back.<\/p>\n
\u201cGood night, Joe.\u201d \u201cGood night, Hoss.\u201d<\/p>\n
About 20 minutes later, Joe came back into the cabin quietly. He looked over at his older brother, and noticing that his eyes were closed, he pulled the blanket up over him and said in a whisper, \u201cI love you Hoss.\u201d He then quickly laid his bedroll out on the floor in front of the fireplace and lay down, putting his hat over his face, and settling in for the night.<\/p>\n
Hoss, who had actually been awake, smiled and said to himself, \u201cI love you, too, little brother.\u201d Soon the cabin was filled with Joe\u2019s light breathing, Hoss\u2019s snoring, and the fire\u2019s crackling. The next morning, Hoss and Joe had a hasty breakfast and set out to go home\u2013both of them in a very good mood. On the way home, Joe talked Hoss into going to the square dance that Saturday night, promising to help him get up his nerve to ask Molly Brown to dance with him. Hoss remembered his memories from the night before, thinking of his teaching Joe how to fight. He guessed Joe had certainly made up for that, with his constant advice and assistance with girls and social situations.<\/p>\n
*****<\/p>\n
Hoss awakened suddenly from his dream, his thoughts of Joe strong and powerful. \u201cPa?\u201d Hoss asked, but Ben just shook his head. \u201cNothing yet, Son.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI wish I hadn\u2019t woke up, Pa. I was dreamin\u2019 \u2019bout that time me and Joe went fence riding on the northern border and it was so cold and we spent the last night in that cabin and Joe kept the cabin warm and went out and caught us some game for supper. Pa, I heard him tell me he loved me, when he thought I was asleep. I wish I had told him I loved him, too, Pa.\u201d Hoss said with tears in his eyes.<\/p>\n
\u201cHoss, Joe knows you love him.\u201d Ben said, putting his arm around his middle son. \u201cJoe knows we all love him\u201d.<\/p>\n
*****<\/p>\n
Chapter 7<\/h3>\n
<\/p>\n
At exactly 1 am, Drs. Martin and Adams came out of the room to talk to Joe\u2019s family. Paul introduced Dr. Adams to the Cartwrights. \u201cBen, this is Dr. Adams, my colleague from Johns Hopkins University. He is here to cover for me while I attend a medical conference next week. Dr. Adams, this is Ben Cartwright and his sons, Adam and Hoss.\u201d They all exchanged quick hand-shakes, but Ben\u2019s eyes never left Dr. Martin\u2019s eyes.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow is my son, Doctors? \u201d Ben asked simply. Dr. Martin indicated for Dr. Adams to answer.<\/p>\n
\u201cYour son sustained a severe abdominal injury with a small nick in the abdominal aorta, the large vessel supplying blood to the lower half of the body. However, it was a very small nick and the blood loss was stopped. I have repaired the vessel and there seems to be good blood circulation to the lower part of his body now. We will have to watch that to make sure that no problem develops, such as a clot that could block flow to some of the vessels in the legs, feet, or pelvis.\u201d Dr. Adams paused to catch his breath and to see how the family was receiving the news. They appeared to be taking it in, saving questions for later.<\/p>\n
He continued, \u201cThere was also a gash in his stomach. There was some leakage of gastric contents into the abdominal cavity, which increases the risk of infection. We irrigated the abdominal cavity, and that may decrease the risk. Also it didn\u2019t appear that he had eaten a very large meal recently and that may also reduce the risk for infection some. The cut in the stomach itself was actually no harder to repair than the gash in his side. However the way that the stomach operates, will make that more of a problem.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat do you mean, Doctor?\u201d Ben asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cWell the stomach is basically a hollow, muscular tube. It expands when we eat and then contracts to help digest the food and move it down the intestinal tract. Making an incision into the stomach, under the best of circumstances, involves some risk of damaging the stomach\u2019s ability to contract and expand, thus making it harder for digestion and movement of food through the intestinal tract to take place. This cut was not at all like a surgical incision, it was jagged and uneven. There may be quite a bit of damage to the muscle itself. At the very least, that is going to result in pain every time food is introduced into the stomach, until the muscle heals. If there is scar tissue, there may always be pain.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDoctor, just what are you saying? Are you saying my brother won\u2019t be able to eat?\u201d Hoss asked, unbelieving.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo, we aren\u2019t not saying he won\u2019t be ABLE to eat, Hoss, we are saying he may not WANT to eat because of the pain and discomfort associated with eating.\u201d Dr. Martin explained, looking at Ben seriously.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow long will it take for the stomach muscle to heal?\u201d Ben asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe can\u2019t say for sure. It could be from anywhere from a month to six months, depending upon whether or not he gets an infection and if there is any scar tissue. If there is scar tissue, there may always be some residual pain.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBen this ordinarily wouldn\u2019t be such a problem, but you know as well as I do that Little Joe has never been all that crazy about eating anyway. This could become a major issue for his recovery. He is going to have to eat to regain his strength and for healing to occur. He can\u2019t wait for the stomach to heal before he starts to eat, he is going to have to eat, despite the pain it causes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPaul, can\u2019t you give him some medicine for the pain so that he can eat?\u201d Adam asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo, Adam, after the first few days, it would be counterproductive to give him pain medicine. The pain medicine slows down the normal peristalsis or contraction of the stomach and intestines and that would delay digestion and absorption and make the problem worse.\u201d Paul said, then seeing how exhausted they looked, he suggested that they go to the hotel and get at least some sleep.<\/p>\n
Ben nodded in acquiescence, but first asked \u201cCan we see him, Paul, Dr. Adams?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCertainly, Ben. Just remember, he is sleeping now and he seems to be doing fine. Mrs. Garner, my nurse is with him now. Go right in.\u201d Paul said.<\/p>\n
Ben, Adam, and Hoss quietly entered the room. Joe was lying on his back, his chest and abdomen covered with a large, white dressing. There was one small spot of blood, circled in ink on the front of the dressing. When she saw Ben looking at it, curiously, Mrs. Garner said, \u201cThat\u2019s so we can tell if it starts bleeding again.\u201d Except for the bandages, Joe looked just like he was sleeping. Hoss thought he should find his hat and put over his face, since Joe always slept with his hat over his face on the trail.<\/p>\n
Ben knelt down by his youngest son, and took his hand in his. He looked at his son\u2019s hands, with small calluses, evidence of Joe working without gloves periodically. Ben held his hand tightly with his right hand and reached up to push his hair back off his forehead with the other hand. He noted with a smile, that Joe needed a haircut again. He didn\u2019t care if he never got a haircut again at this point. \u201cYou rest easy, Joe, everything is alright. You are going to be alright, too. You just sleep.\u201d Ben leaned over and kissed his son on the forehead and moved away from the bed so that Hoss and Adam could tell him good night.<\/p>\n
Hoss knelt down at the bedside and said, \u201cAlright, Shortshanks, you better get some rest tonight, \u2019cause Hoss will be over here first thing in the morning to have breakfast with you. Now don\u2019t you give me no trouble, ya hear?\u201d Hoss also reached up to push back the curls from Joe\u2019s forehead. \u201cSee you real soon, little brother.\u201d Hoss said.<\/p>\n
Adam walked over to the opposite side of the bed, while Hoss was still there and said, \u201cYou better listen to him Joe. You have to hurry up and get well, \u2019cause me and Hoss aren\u2019t doing your chores forever. You get some rest tonight and we will see you first thing in the morning.\u201d Adam leaned over real close to Joe\u2019s face and said, \u201cGet better, little buddy.\u201d And reached up and pushed the hair back off his forehead and said, \u201cGood night, Little Joe.\u201d<\/p>\n
The three Cartwrights silently left the room, all turning back briefly to gaze at the sleeping Joe.<\/p>\n
Mrs. Garner had watched them with tears in her eyes. She had always been fond of the Cartwrights, especially Little Joe who could be such a terror if he wanted to, or such an angel if he wanted to. She reached out and pushed his curls off his forehead, then thought, \u201cOh, what the heck, let his curls stay where they are. They will anyway.\u201d<\/p>\n
*****<\/p>\n
Chapter 8<\/h3>\n
<\/p>\n
Ben, Adam, and Hoss checked into a suite with 3 bedrooms at the International Hotel, which was closest to Dr. Martin\u2019s office\/clinic. They each washed up and quickly climbed into bed, never expecting to sleep. But physical and emotional exhaustion took their toll and they all drifted into sleep. Adam went to sleep thinking about how much he loved his little brother, but thinking also about how different he and his brother were. All he had to think of to remind him of that was that guitar. As Adam went to sleep, he was thinking about what his brother had done for him, for the wrong reason. He had never told Joe any different; sometimes he felt guilty about that.<\/p>\n
*****<\/p>\n
Adam Cartwright was weary from the long stagecoach ride. He was on his way home to the Ponderosa from a business trip to San Francisco. He was pleased with himself because the stocks he had recommended to his father for investment had already paid a phenomenal return. He was also very excited because while in San Francisco he had the good fortune to be able to purchase an extremely rare guitar. Adam was the only Cartwright with any real musical ability; he played the guitar and loved to sing and play the guitar. This guitar was sold as part of an estate sale and somehow the appraisers had overlooked or undervalued. After he had purchased it, he took it to a music store where he knew the proprietor and had it appraised and it was worth 5 times what he had paid for it and the value would certainly increase since the maker had died. So all in all it had been a very successful trip.<\/p>\n
He was almost jolted out of his seat when the stagecoach suddenly increased speed. Looking around he noticed that the other passengers were as surprised as he was. He scanned the area on the left side of the coach and saw three armed gunmen chasing the stagecoach. On the right, he saw two more. He could tell that the stagecoach was not going to be able to outrun them. He got out his gun and started firing, hoping to even the odds a little bit. Unfortunately about that time, the stage coach driver suddenly halted the team of horses, causing all the passengers to get jostled around quite a bit. Adam looked out the window of the stagecoach and saw that there were two more riders in front of the stage coach, with their guns drawn and pointed at the driver. Armed men with guns appeared at both sides of the stagecoach, their pistols pointed at the occupants.<\/p>\n
\u201cNow, everybody just stay calm and no one will get hurt. We don\u2019t aim to kill nobody, we just want what is in that strongbox up there and any valuables you may have. Everybody step out of the stage, real careful and slow. You better hand over that pistol so you won\u2019t be tempted to be a hero, Mister\u201d the man said, indicating he was talking to Adam. Adam knew that the best thing they could do was to cooperate so he handed him his gun. He briefly thought that he was glad he wasn\u2019t carrying any valuables. The robbers, true to their word, did not harm any passengers, but they stripped them of all valuables. Just as Adam thought they were leaving, one of them who had gotten on top of the stage coach to check for valuables shouted,\u201d Hey, look at this,\u201d he said, holding up Adam\u2019s new guitar. The other man said, \u201cNow that could liven up a Saturday night, couldn\u2019t it? Bring it along.\u201d In all the robbers got a railroad payroll, 4 watches, some women\u2019s jewelry, some cash, and one extremely rare guitar. They made the passengers and the driver walk about 200 yards away from the stagecoach, unbridled the horses, and then took off. By the time, they got back to the coach, rounded up the horses, and got them hitched, and made it into Virginia City, the robbers were long gone.<\/p>\n
Sheriff Roy Coffee carefully took the report of the description of the men and the stolen personal belongings and cargo. He sent wires to surrounding sheriffs in the direction that Adam reported they had headed to, and then led a small posse out to the site of the robbery. Despite his fatigue Adam rode with the posse because he really wanted to get that guitar back. Luckily they were able to pick up the trail relatively easily and followed them to a small town on the Nevada border. These stagecoach robbers were really inexperienced, and were easily caught. They recovered the majority of the payroll and personal effects. The one thing the robbers no longer had was the guitar. The man had lost it in a poker game in a small town to a card hustler. Adam was disappointed, though he was glad that they recovered the other stolen goods. He rode by Johnson Creek but could get no information about the lost guitar.<\/p>\n
Adam told his family about the robbery and abut how disappointed he was in losing that guitar. Hoss said, \u201cWell Adam, you talk as if it were Sport or Beauty that you lost.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo, Hoss, it is worse than that.\u201d Adam replied with a frown. \u201cIt is more like Little Joe losing Cochise.\u201d<\/p>\n
Hoss and Ben looked at Adam sympathetically, but Joe had a plan forming in his brain. \u201cAdam where exactly did the man say he lost the guitar?\u201d He asked, trying not to act excited.<\/p>\n
\u201cOver in Johnson Creek.\u201d Adam replied matter-of-factly.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you go by there to see if you could locate it?\u201d Joe asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cOf course I did, but no one could remember it. Why do you ask that?\u201d Adam asked, a little bit suspiciously.<\/p>\n
\u201cOh, no reason. I was just thinking it might still be there is all,\u201d Joe replied with as close to a bored expression on his face as he could pull off.<\/p>\n
Later that night when everyone was in bed, Little Joe sneaked out of his room and headed for the downstairs. Just as he reached the landing, he heard sounds from the living room below. He peered around the stair landing, as he had done many times in the past, and saw his father downstairs reading a book. Joe momentarily thought of his father. He knew that when he was missing his mother, he had trouble sleeping. He made a mental note to ask his father to visit his other\u2019s grave with him. That was something special that Joe and Ben shared\u2014going together made them feel closer to each other and to Marie. Joe decided he would have to switch to Plan B, his backup plan. This was also a trick he had used many times in the past. Joe quietly re-entered his room, pulled off his boots, and opened the window in his room. Then he ever so quietly climbed out on the roof, carrying his boots, crept to the side of the roof, and jumped softly to the ground at the far end of the porch. He had been doing this for as long as he could remember, much longer than his family could ever guess. He had become adept at both exiting and re-entering his room in this way. Although his father had eventually caught on to the trick\u2014one night after he had sneaked out to attend a dance that he had been forbidden to go to, he quietly climbed in and as he leaned over to close the window, his father, sitting in a chair in the corner of the room, lit the lamp. However, Joe had not used this trick as frequently as he used to, so his father would only check if he was suspicious and Joe had not given him any reason to be suspicious.<\/p>\n
Joe quietly slipped on his boots, went around the barn and entered from the side door. He patted Cochise, slipping him a sugar cube, then saddled him and led him out of the barn, again through the side door. He headed toward Johnson Creek to recover Adam\u2019s guitar. Johnson Creek was a small town and if someone there had the guitar SOMEONE would have to know about it. Or if there had been a stranger in town who won the guitar, SOMEONE should know something about the man to give him an idea of where to start looking. He knew he would be in big trouble when he returned, but he just kept remembering what Adam had said\u2014that losing that guitar was as bad to him as it would be to Little Joe if he lost Cochise. Joe had had Cochise since he was 12 years old, a birthday gift from his father. He and Cochise had developed a strong bond that transcended the normal man and horse relationship. Outside his father, brothers, and Hop Sing, Cochise was the most important thing to Little Joe. If he had lost Cochise, he would sure be out looking for him and he would want his brothers to help him. But Adam was too logical for his own good, to him it wasn\u2019t logical to spend time looking for something that was non-essential.<\/p>\n
That was where he and his oldest brother were the most different\u2013what was most important to Joe sometimes was \u201cnon-essential\u201d, by Adam\u2019s definition anyway. Joe couldn\u2019t understand why Adam was always so serious and well\u2014glum, most of the time. But maybe getting his guitar back for him would soften him up a bit. Joe smiled at the prospect.<\/p>\n
When Little Joe arrived in Johnson Creek, he decided to stable Cochise in the livery stable since he didn\u2019t know how long this operation was going to take. He asked the livery stable owner how many saloons were in Johnson Creek and was told that there were three saloons in Johnson Creek. Joe visited each of the three saloons in turn, asking for information about a poker game in which someone won a guitar. No one in either of the saloons knew anything about the guitar.<\/p>\n
Joe didn\u2019t think that the people were trying to hide anything, he really believed that they were telling the truth. He decided to have a beer in the last saloon, while he considered where else he could ask for information. He ordered a beer and took a seat at one of the tables near the bar.<\/p>\n
When he was about half way finished with his beer, a very lovely saloon girl came down the stairs, as she walked down, she scanned the room and her eyes came to rest on Joe. She came over and asked Joe if he would like some company. \u201cSure, would you like something to drink?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes, I will have one of those\u201d she said pointing to Joe\u2019s beer.<\/p>\n
\u201cTwo more beers\u201d Joe signaled the bartender. Then he turned to her and giving her his brightest smile, said, \u201cJoe Cartwright at your service. What should I call you?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMy name is Sherry, Joe. Nice to meet you. Where are you from?\u201d<\/p>\n
Little Joe and Sherry spent the next couple of hours together, talking and laughing and drinking beer. Sherry told him about her home in Philadelphia and Joe told her about the Ponderosa.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat sounds like a beautiful place, Joe. I would love to see it some day\u201d, knowing that she never would, nor would she ever see this good-looking young man again. \u201cWhat are you doing here, Joe?\u201d Sherry asked him. Joe told her about his mission to retrieve his brother\u2019s guitar.<\/p>\n
\u201cBut I don\u2019t know what to do now, this is the third and last saloon. I don\u2019t know where else to go.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHave you been over to the Mexican saloons in Little Tiajauna\u201d? she asked him.<\/p>\n
\u201cLittle Tiajauna, what is that?\u201d Sherry told him that there was a Mexican section of town, two streets over where there was an abundance of Mexican saloons and restaurants. \u201cWell, I should go over there and check them out. I wonder if Adam knew about them?\u201d . Joe said a reluctant goodbye to Sherry and headed over to Little Tiajuana.<\/p>\n
Joe went into each saloon, ordering a beer and engaging in small talk with the bartender and saloon girls. Once he felt they had gotten comfortable with him, he asked them about the guitar.<\/p>\n
In the third saloon, Joe hit pay dirt. The bartender said, \u201cSi, Senor, my son Jose won the guitar.\u201d<\/p>\n
Your son? Is he here?\u201d \u201cSi, Senor, he is here.\u201d \u201cCan I talk to him?\u201d \u201cSi, Jose, come out here,\u201d the bartender called to the back room. \u201cJose, this is Senor Cartwright. He wants to know about the guitar you won in that poker game.\u201d What followed was a serious negotiation process that resulted in Joe\u2019s purchase of one extremely rare guitar for $150.00\u2014which Joe thought was outrageous. However, since it meant so much to Adam, he paid it.<\/p>\n
Joe arrived at the Ponderosa the following day about mid-afternoon. When he rode up, he quickly stabled Cochise and hid the guitar in the barn. He quickly brushed Cochise, rinsed and refilled<\/p>\n
his water bucket, and fed him. Then taking a deep breath, he reached over to pat Cochise one more time and said to her, \u201cWell, time to face the music, Coch. Wish me luck.\u201d He then turned to head toward the house and found himself looking into his father\u2019s angry eyes. \u201cHi, Pa. I can explain\u201d he started\u2026..<\/p>\n
\u201cYou certainly have some explaining to do! Where have you been, young man? We were worried sick. You\u2019d better have a good explanation!\u201d Ben Cartwright exclaimed, with a frown on his face and his eyebrows raised, and his jaw tight\u2014not a good sign, Joe knew.<\/p>\n
As soon as his father calmed down and stopped asking so many questions, Joe explained where and why he had been gone and showed him the guitar. Ben\u2019s expression softened considerably, although he was still angry that Joe went off on his own, without telling anyone. \u201cJoseph, your intentions were good, but why didn\u2019t you discuss it with me first?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPa, it was something I wanted to do on my own. It was important. That guitar meant a lot to Adam and I wanted to get it back for him. I am sorry I worried you, but I knew if I talked to you, you wouldn\u2019t approve. I felt I had to do it.\u201d<\/p>\n
Ben\u2019s facial expression tightened at this. \u201cSo, Joe does that mean that every time you want to do something that you think I wouldn\u2019t allow, you are just going to go off and do it without asking permission?\u201d Ben said sternly.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo, Pa, but this was different.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo, Joe, it wasn\u2019t different and I don\u2019t expect this to happen again. You will not go off on your own again without discussing it with me. Is that clear?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes, Pa, that\u2019s clear.\u201d Joe said resignedly.<\/p>\n
\u201cJust to make sure you understand, Joseph, you will stay on the Ponderosa for the next two weeks with no trips to town. Do I have your word Joseph that you will obey me or will I have to follow you around like I did when you were 6?\u201d Ben said quietly, but with no humor in his voice.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes, Pa, you have my word. I am sorry you were worried, Pa.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAlright then, when are you going to give this guitar to your brother?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI thought I would sneak it into his room and replace his old guitar with it and not mention it, Pa, and see how long it takes hi to find it.\u201d Dinner that night was a much more lighthearted meal than breakfast and lunch had been. Hoss and Adam were dying to know where Joe had been and they were astonished that their Father didn\u2019t seem to be upset with Joe, despite threatening to punish him severely when he returned. But they thought it was probably better not to mention it. After dinner they all took their accustomed places in the living room. Ben in his overstuffed leather chair, Hoss on the sofa, Adam in the other chair, Little Joe perched on the table in front of the fireplace. Little Joe and Hoss played several games of checkers, which Little Joe easily won.<\/p>\n
Ben was reading and smoking a pipe and Adam was reading. Suddenly Ben said \u201cI think we need some music tonight. We haven\u2019t heard you play your guitar and sing for us in a while Adam. How about playing us some tunes?\u201d Ben said smiling.<\/p>\n
Adam looked surprised, but said, \u201cSure Pa. I sure wish I had that guitar that was stolen\u201d, with a slight frown on his face. He arose and headed up the stairs to his room to get his guitar. Ben and Little Joe exchanged conspiratorial glances, Hoss looked from one to the other, trying to figure out what was going on. He didn\u2019t have long to wonder.<\/p>\n
Adam came down the stairs slowly, with the new guitar in his hands, and a look of surprise on his face. \u201cPa, how did this get here? Did the Sheriff return it?\u201d<\/p>\n
Ben said, \u201cAdam you will have to ask your younger brother about that.\u201d Adam looked at Hoss and Joe, confused and said \u201cHoss did you do this?\u201d \u201cNot me, Adam, Pa meant our little brother,\u201d Hoss said.<\/p>\n
Adam looked at Joe in surprise. \u201cYou did this?\u201d Adam asked incredulously.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes, big brother, I knew how bad I would feel if I lost Cochise so I wanted to return this to you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cJoe, I don\u2019t know what to say. Thank you. Where did you find it? How did you get it back?\u201d Adam asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cNever mind that now, Adam, play us a song, will ya?\u201d Joe said.<\/p>\n
Adam smiled and said \u201cSure Joe, how about this one?\u201d and played the song that Adam used to play for him when he was little.<\/p>\n
Later that night after Hoss and Joe had gone to bed, Adam asked Ben to tell him how Joe recovered the guitar. Ben told him what Joe had done, how he had found it, how much he had paid for it, and the punishment he had been given for leaving on his own. Adam said, \u201cPa, don\u2019t tell Joe this, but I looked at this guitar as an investment. I chose a bad analogy when I said it was like Joe losing Cochise when I was talking to Hoss. Joe has a strong emotional attachment to that horse. I didn\u2019t really have an emotional attachment to the guitar, I just looked at it as a sound financial investment.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAdam, do you still look at it as a financial investment only?\u201d Ben asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo, Pa, it means more to me now than it ever did before, now it is a gift from my little brother and I wouldn\u2019t take anything for that.\u201d Adam replied.<\/p>\n
\u201cGood, Son. I think that guitar went from being valuable to being priceless\u2014a reminder of what\u2019s really important.\u201d Ben said softly.<\/p>\n
*****<\/p>\n
Chapter 9<\/h3>\n
<\/p>\n
The morning sunlight was filtering in through the hotel window when Ben Cartwright woke up. He jumped out of bed in a panic when he realized that it was after 7 am. He hurriedly shaved, bathed, and dressed and went to see if Adam and Hoss were up. Neither of them were in their rooms, so he figured they had decided to let him sleep late. He rushed over to the Doctor\u2019s office. As he entered the anteroom of the office, he was met by Adam and Hoss coming out.<\/p>\n
\u201cDr. Martin and Dr. Adams are with him now, Pa.\u201d Dr. Martin said for us to go over to the hotel for breakfast and he would join us over there in a few minutes for coffee.\u201d Hoss said, putting an arm on Ben\u2019s shoulder.<\/p>\n
\u201cListen, Hoss, you and Adam go on over to the hotel and have breakfast and I am going to wait here and talk to the doctors. Bring me a cup of coffee. I will have something to eat a bit later.\u201d<\/p>\n
Adam and Hoss exchanged concerned looks, but decided that there was nothing else to do, so they said, \u201cAlright, Pa\u201d and walked on over to the hotel.<\/p>\n
Ben sat down in the waiting room to wait. God how he hated waiting. He began to think of all the hours he had spent waiting for a doctor to come and talk to him about someone he loved. So far, with his sons the outcome had always come out favorable, but he lived in fear of the time when it would not be. Like the times with their mothers. \u201cStop it right now, Ben Cartwright\u201d he said to himself. \u201cJoseph will be alright. Marie will see to that\u201d he told himself.<\/p>\n
In a few minutes, the nurse came out of the room where Joe was. She looked at Ben and half-smiled and said, \u201cYes, Dr. Martin, his Pa is here.\u201d She then looked at Ben and said, \u201cDr. Martin said you could go in now.\u201d And held the door open for him.<\/p>\n
Ben walked into the room quickly and went straight for his son\u2019s bed. Joe looked pale and feverish this morning, but he did look better than he did last night. Dr. Martin and Dr. Adams moved over to the door and motioned Ben to come over there for an update. Dr. Martin had learned a long time ago that Joe was not above pretending to be asleep if he didn\u2019t want to do something or talk to someone, or if he wanted to get information not meant for him. Ben knew this, too, and joined the doctors without question.<\/p>\n
Dr. Martin said, \u201cBen, he is doing good so far. His blood pressure is only slightly low and his pulse is not so fast\u2014both good signs that he didn\u2019t lose too much blood. He is developing a fever, and that could signal the beginning of infection of the abdominal lining, or it could be a normal reaction to decreased fluid volume, due to the blood loss and not taking any liquids.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dr. Adams added, \u201cI am truly surprised, Mr. Cartwright, I expected him to be much worse. He is in extremely good physical condition and has a very strong heart that is able to compensate for the decreased blood volume very well.\u201d<\/p>\n
Ben looked at Dr. Adams and said very low, \u201cHe certainly has a lot of heart, that\u2019s for sure.\u201d Dr. Adams looked puzzled, thinking the boy\u2019s father didn\u2019t understand, but Dr. Martin caught his attention and shook his head, cutting off the question.<\/p>\n
\u201cSo now what do we do, Doctors?\u201d Ben asked. \u201cIs he going to be alright?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBen, we still have to worry about infection from the stomach contents inside the abdomen and the wound itself. We also have to watch his stomach function and as soon as possible we have to get him to start eating and drinking. And I think we need to have a discussion with everyone who is going to be involved in his care for the next few weeks, before we attempt that. I think we have to make sure that we are all saying and doing the same thing. If not, Joe will figure out how to trick us. I know that boy too well.\u201d<\/p>\n
Ben nodded. \u201cHas he been awake this morning?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe was briefly awake around 7 am when I examined him.\u201d Dr. Adams said. \u201cHe answered my questions, but didn\u2019t really ask much else, except he did ask me who I was.\u201d \u201cMrs. Garner said he woke up several times while we were sleeping, but didn\u2019t talk.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy don\u2019t you try to wake him up, Ben?\u201d Paul Martin asked. He knew that Ben had a good chance of getting Joe to wake up and that it would do his friend good to see that Joe really was able to wake up.<\/p>\n
Ben walked softly over to Joe\u2019s bed and said softly, \u201cJoe, I\u2019m here, it\u2019s time to get up. Come on Joe, it is 10 o\u2019clock. Late enough even for you to get up.\u201d<\/p>\n
Joe could hear his father speaking to him from a distance. He was torn between going to his father and staying where he was\u2014a warm and pain-free place. His father\u2019s voice continued to intrude upon his thoughts, until he found himself looking into his father\u2019s eyes. \u201cHi, Pa\u201d was all he said.<\/p>\n
Ben Cartwright\u2019s face seemed to lose some of the years that had been added just since last night.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow are you feeling, Son?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m alright Pa. Kind of sleepy, though.\u201d<\/p>\n
Ben smiled at his youngest son who always hated to get up in the mornings and said, \u201cAnd what else is new, Joseph?\u201d<\/p>\n
Joe smiled and gave a short laugh, followed by a short gasp from the pain.<\/p>\n
\u201cTake it easy, Joseph\u201d Ben said.<\/p>\n
Dr. Martin walked over to the bed and handed Ben a glass of liquid and said, \u201cBen, Joe needs to drink this.\u201d<\/p>\n
Ben took the proffered glass and put his arm behind Joe\u2019s neck and shoulders and raised him enough to drink from the glass. Joe drank several swallows and then moved the glass away with his hand and frowning, said, \u201cThat is awful. What is it?\u201d<\/p>\n
Dr. Martin shook his head and said, \u201cIt is just some water with some salt and sugar and a few other things you need in it.<\/p>\n
You drink it up, then I will let you have some plain cool water.\u201d Joe was about to decline the offer, but Ben raised his head and shoulders again and put the glass to his lips and started to pour it in. Joe had to either swallow it or drown\u2014he swallowed it.<\/p>\n
That seemed to satisfy both his father and the two doctors, so after finishing the glass of liquid, the doctors told Ben he could visit with Joe for about 10 minutes, then he needed to get some more rest. Ben sat by his son\u2019s bedside, holding his hand. Joe was tired from the effort of drinking the glass of liquid and before too long he was asleep, the effects of the medication he had received over the past 24 hours still making him drowsy. Adam and Hoss tip-toed into the room just as Joe was dozing off and he acknowledged that he saw them with a brief glimpse of a smile, then went back to that comfortable sleeping place.<\/p>\n
That brief period the morning after the stabbing was the only respite the Cartwrights or the Doctors would know for several days. As the day went on, Joe\u2019s fever began to climb and he developed redness around his abdomen, indicative of infection. The Doctor\u2019s continued their vigil and kept him cooled off as best they could. They forced more of the glucose\/electrolyte mixture into him every hour to keep him from becoming dehydrated. They were concerned that if his circulating volume was too low, that he could develop a blood clot from the abdominal aorta nick and if it became dislodged, it could block off circulation to his lower body.<\/p>\n
By that night, Joe\u2019s fever had risen to alarming heights and he was delirious. Dr. Martin sent Hoss and Adam to the Virginia City icehouse to get ice and crush it to put Joe in an icebath to decrease his fever. After they got him covered in ice, they sat by helplessly, watching him shiver from the cold, while burning up with fever.<\/p>\n
In Joe\u2019s delirium he talked to people who were there only in his mind. Ben, Hoss, and Adam all cringed when they heard him say, \u201cMama don\u2019t leave me. I\u2019ll be a good boy.\u201d Adam and Hoss quickly looked at their father, who had turned pale and seemed to be holding his breath, while tears rolled down his cheeks. The family kept a constant vigil at Joe\u2019s bedside for the next 48 hours. They became quite adept at changing his bed clothes, replenishing the ice bath, and forcing the oral glucose\/electrolyte solution and medicine down him.<\/p>\n
Still, Joe\u2019s fever raged on and his abdomen became swollen and very inflamed looking. Finally, Dr. Martin and Dr. Adams conferred to discuss the best approach to management. Dr. Adams said, \u201cWell although I have never done it, Dr. William Penrose at Johns Hopkins recommends insertion of small drains to allow the purulent material to drain outside the abdominal cavity. He now does it routinely with all traumatic abdominal cavity wounds. He calls it the \u201cPenrose drain\u201d.<\/p>\n
\u201cCan you insert one of them? If we can get one of \u2018them, that is,\u201d Dr. Martin asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes, the procedure is quite simple and I have several in my bag that Dr. Penrose gave me to bring along to you. I just hadn\u2019t thought about it yet.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cLet\u2019s talk to Ben about it. I think we have to do something.\u201d Dr. Martin said.<\/p>\n
Dr. Martin stepped out into the waiting room and asked Ben to step outside for a minute. Adam got up and came with his father, Hoss stayed by Little Joe\u2019s bedside. That was how it had worked out over the past two days, Adam was \u201cresponsible\u201d for seeing after his father and Hoss was \u201cresponsible\u201d for seeing after Little Joe. Dr. Martin explained what they wanted to do. Dr. Adams showed them the drain and how it would work. \u201cBen this may sound unusual, but it really makes perfect sense. Joe\u2019s body can\u2019t get well with all that infection in there, this basically lets the infection drain out. I just think we have to do something to get rid of that infection. His fever has not shown any signs of decreasing. It is still rising. We may soon be at a critical point.\u201d<\/p>\n
Ben didn\u2019t hesitate. He said \u201cDo it.\u201d<\/p>\n
*****<\/p>\n
Chapter 10<\/h3>\n
<\/p>\n
The doctors ushered the Cartwrights out of the room once again. Mrs. Garner came in to get Joe ready for the surgical procedure. She prepared a tray with the instruments the doctors would need, making sure that everything was on the tray. She then administered the sedative that Dr. Adams had ordered, and gently restrained Joe\u2019s arm to the side of the bed, so that he couldn\u2019t accidentally touch the surgical site with his hands. She removed the dressings and washed his abdomen with a disinfectant solution. By this time, the Doctors were ready.<\/p>\n
Dr. Adams performed the procedure while Dr. Martin assisted. Dr. Adams made two small approximately \u00bd inch incisions into the abdominal wall and inserted the small green rubber drains, copious white pus and bloody fluid began to drain from the wounds immediately. Dr. Adams then sutured the drains lightly in place, taped them securely and redressed the wounds. \u201cThat\u2019s it. Now we have to wait and see how it works. From the looks of that drainage, I would definitely say we made the right decision, Dr. Adams.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMrs. Garner, get him cleaned up and make him comfortable and let his family back in as soon as possible. Dr. Adams and I will go talk to them.\u201d<\/p>\n
When the doctors went to the waiting room to talk to Joe\u2019s family, they had been joined by Lance Jurgens, Joe\u2019s best friend. Dr. Martin nodded and said, \u201cI wondered when you would get back here.\u201d Lance had been away visiting a cousin when his father had sent word to him that Joe had been injured. He and Joe had a special friendship and his father had known that Lance would want to be there with Joe. Dr. Martin was glad to have Lance there; he had found in the past that Lance could sometimes reason with Joe when his father could not.<\/p>\n
Ben looked up, surprised to see them this soon. \u201cWell, how did it go?\u201d he asked, anxiously.<\/p>\n
\u201cWell Ben the two drains are in and both of them are working. Now it is just a matter of waiting to see if they will do the trick.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen will we know if they are going to work, Doc?\u201d Hoss asked looking at both doctors.<\/p>\n
\u201cWell Hoss I would expect to see his fever begin to decrease within the next 24 hours. If it does and continues to go down, I would think that they are going to do the trick. If the fever rises more, I don\u2019t know what else we can offer.\u201d Dr. Adams said gravely, eyeing the stricken family.<\/p>\n
The three men and young boy seemed to grasp the significance of his words at the same time. Hoss and Lance both said at the same time, \u201cThen they HAVE to work,\u201d with a stubborn expression.<\/p>\n
Over the next 24 hours, Joe\u2019s fever remained constant, but didn\u2019t rise. They continued the ice packing, cold water baths, and forcing fluids into him. He continued to have periods of delirium in which he talked to beings they couldn\u2019t see or hear. Just as they all winced in pain when he called out to \u201cMama\u201d, they all smiled when he called out \u201cCochise\u201d. Hoss had taken over the job of tending to Cochise, it gave him something tangible that he could do for his little brother.<\/p>\n
At 36 hours post-drain insertion, Joe\u2019s fever began to break and his delirium stopped. He began to alternate between sleep and alert periods. At this point, Dr. Martin insisted that the family start to take turns staying with Joe so they could all get more rest. Lance insisted upon taking his turn along with Joe\u2019s brothers and father. They knew how much Joe meant to Lance and vice versa, so they agreed.<\/p>\n
Two mornings after the drains were inserted, Mrs. Garner came in to the room to check on Joe. She found him awake, his brother Hoss sleeping in the chair by his side. Just as she was about to speak, Joe put his fingers to his lips and whispered, \u201cDon\u2019t wake Hoss up, he needs some sleep. He looks tired.\u201d Mrs. Garner smiled and began to perform her routine morning activities, including taking Joe\u2019s vital signs. She smiled when she took his temperature and found that it was 2 degrees lower than it had been 6 hours earlier. She pulled back his bedcovers and lifted the bandages to inspect the incisions and to see how much drainage there was. She smiled to herself when she noted that Joe blushed when she pulled back his covers, revealing his bare chest and abdomen. \u201cHe is getting better for sure\u201d she said to herself.<\/p>\n
*****<\/p>\n
Chapter 11<\/h3>\n
<\/p>\n
\u201cGood morning, Joseph,\u201d Dr. Martin said as he walked into Joe\u2019s room. Joe looked up and said quietly, \u201cDon\u2019t wake Hoss up, Doc.\u201d Dr. Martin shook his head and glanced at Hoss. \u201cHoss, you need to wake up now.\u201d Dr. Martin said.<\/p>\n
Joe frowned and said, \u201cDoc!\u201d. Doctor Martin laughed and said, \u201cHe can sleep somewhere else, Joe.\u201d Hoss sat up quickly, rubbing his eyes and turning frantically to check on Joe. \u201cHey, Little Joe, you\u2019 re awake. How are you feeling?\u201d Hoss asked excitedly.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m fine, Hoss. You are the one who looks tired.\u201d Joe said with a grin.<\/p>\n
\u201cYeah, well, your snoring kept me awake little brother.\u201d Hoss said with a slight grin. Joe gave a half laugh, then stopped, his eyes opening wider, as he felt a sharp pain in his side. Although he didn\u2019t say anything, Dr.s Adams and Martin both caught the look and knew he had felt pain from the wounds.<\/p>\n
\u201cHoss, why don\u2019t you join your family in the waiting room so Dr. Adams and I can examine our patient?\u201d Dr. Martin said to Hoss.<\/p>\n
\u201cSure thing Doctors. We will be waiting for you.\u201d Hoss said as he quickly left the room.<\/p>\n
\u201cNow, Joe, let me formally introduce you to Dr. Adams, my colleague from Johns Hopkins University, though he has gotten to know you inside out over the past few days.\u201d Dr. Martin said with a twinkle in his eye. He enjoyed teasing Joe since Little Joe had pulled so many tricks on him over the years.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat do you mean by inside out?\u201d Joe asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cWell Dr. Adams has been here from the time you were hurt. He has performed surgery on you, not just once, but twice. Very skillfully, I might add.\u201d Dr. Martin said.<\/p>\n
Joe, remembering his manners, said, \u201cPleased to meet you Dr. Adams\u2026\u2026I think, anyway.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNow then, you lie back and let Dr. Adams and me have a look at our handiwork.\u201d Dr. Martin said, removing one of the pillows that Joe\u2019s head was propped on, placing him almost flat on his back.<\/p>\n
\u201cHey, no fair, two against one.\u201d Joe said, frowning.<\/p>\n
Both doctors listened to Joe\u2019s chest and lungs, counted his pulse, took his blood pressure, palpated his extremities for pulsations, palpated his abdomen, listened for bowel sounds, and examined his incisions. They both noticed that his abdomen was very tender, but the firmness was much less noticeable. When they had finished they smiled at each other.<\/p>\n
Dr. Adams asked, \u201cJoe, how are you feeling?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI am feeling fine.\u201d Joe said, though in truth, he really was tired and his belly hurt where they had pressed on it. And he felt a little queasy, but he didn\u2019t tell them that either. Joe had always tried to keep his troubles to himself. And he had learned that telling Dr. Martin too much could result in all kinds of problems. He made a face as he remembered the \u201ctonics\u201d Dr. Martin and his father tried to make him take when he was little to try to make him eat. \u201cUggh\u201d he thought and made another face.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat was the reason for that face, Little Joe?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNothin\u2019. I am just tired\u2019s all.\u201d Joe said, keeping to his usual plan.<\/p>\n
\u201cWell you can rest for a little while. I have to speak to your family, then they will want to come back and see you, now that you are awake.\u201d Dr. Martin said, as he and Dr. Adams went out the door and into the waiting room. The doctors walked over to the Cartwrights, Lance, and Sheriff Coffee, who had come by to check on Joe\u2019s condition. When they saw the smiles on the doctor\u2019s faces, they all breathed sighs of relief, but waited for the doctors to speak.<\/p>\n
\u201cBen, it is amazing! Joe is doing much better this morning. His fever broke, his vital signs are closer to normal, his incisions look good, and the drainage has decreased considerably. I think those drains did the trick.\u201d Dr. Martin said.<\/p>\n
\u201cJoe is going to be okay?\u201d Ben asked excitedly.<\/p>\n
\u201cWell I think the danger of infection is almost over. I think we should leave the drains in until tomorrow, though. Do you agree, Dr. Adams?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes, that would be my recommendation, Dr. Martin.\u201d Agreed Dr. Adams.<\/p>\n
\u201cWell, that\u2019s wonderful\u201d Ben said, clapping his other son\u2019s backs and then shaking hands with Roy Coffee. Hoss and Adam both looked at Lance and they all three grinned.<\/p>\n
\u201cNow don\u2019t get too carried away, yet. The hardest part is just beginning, I am afraid.\u201d Dr. Martin said.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat do you mean, Paul?\u201d Ben asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cRemember what I told you about the stomach recovery\u2014that is still ahead of us. Joe hasn\u2019t had to eat anything now for almost a week, but today we need to start him on some broth and tomorrow we will need to get him started eating real food. His abdomen is still very tender and painful and it will hurt more when he puts food into it to stretch it. Stretching those damaged muscles is going to cause severe spasms that may last until the stomach empties and contracts again.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dr. Martin paused, took a breath and looked around at the men and young man in the room. \u201cNow you all know how Joe is when he is ill. He just wants to be left alone and the last thing he wants is to eat.\u201d<\/p>\n
Ben nodded and said, \u201cPaul, how do you suggest we handle this?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWell I think we need to try to not make this into a battle of wills with Joe. If we get that stubborn streak of his activated, this could turn into a major issue. We were pretty successful in getting the liquids into him while he was sick. I would like to try the same approach with food. Just not make a big deal about it. Don\u2019t ask him if he is hungry and don\u2019t try to tempt him to eat. Just bring in the food and somehow make him believe that he HAS to eat it, without calling attention to how important it is. I don\u2019t know if that will work or not, but it is at least worth a try.\u201d Dr. Martin stopped to see if they were in agreement.<\/p>\n
\u201cBen, do you think you can do that?\u201d he asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cTo tell you the truth, Paul, I don\u2019t know if it will work or not. Joe has always been a finicky eater. I still remember Marie trying to coax him to eat. To this day, when he is the least bit excited, tired, upset, hurt, happy, or angry, whatever, he doesn\u2019t want to eat. Now with pain on top of that, I just don\u2019t know. And how do you make him think he HAS to eat it, without making an issue out of it?\u201d Ben said, looking at Hoss and Adam for their thoughts.<\/p>\n
Adam raised his eyebrows and shook his head and said, \u201cI don\u2019t see anyway to make him eat when he doesn\u2019t want to eat.\u201d<\/p>\n
Hoss said, \u201cI sure wish I could give him some of my appetite, Doc. He sure don\u2019t love food the way I do. Eating is just one of many activities to him and many others are more interesting to him sometimes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Lance didn\u2019t say anything but he was thinking of the times that Joe had given away the lunch that Hop Sing had made for him when they were in school. Lots of times there would be children of the miners in school with little or no lunch and Joe would say he wasn\u2019t hungry and give them his lunch. The children would take it if he said he wasn\u2019t going to eat it anyway, that wasn\u2019t exactly charity; but they wouldn\u2019t take it if he was giving it to them because he felt sorry for them. Lance was the only one who knew that Joe did this because he knew they were hungry and wouldn\u2019t get a good meal at night either.<\/p>\n
\u201cWell, let\u2019s just see how Joe does. Maybe it won\u2019t be a problem this time.\u201d Dr. Martin said, but no one was encouraged\u2014they knew Little Joe all too well.<\/p>\n
\u201cBen, why don\u2019t you go on in to see him now? The rest of you wait \u2018til Ben comes out, then you can go in 2 at a time for about 10 minutes. Just let him get some rest in between. He still has a long way to go yet.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDoc, when can I talk to him about the stabbing? I need to know what he can tell me about that.\u201d Roy Coffee spoke up. \u201cWell, if you can wait until after Ben goes in for a few minutes, I\u2019ll go in with you so I can keep an eye on him. We don\u2019t want him getting excited or over-tired.\u201d Doc Martin said to Roy.<\/p>\n
\u201cThanks, Doc.\u201d Roy said, nodding his head.<\/p>\n
Ben walked softly into Joe\u2019s room to see if he were awake or sleeping. He had his eyes closed but they opened rapidly when he heard the door creak as his father closed the door.<\/p>\n
\u201cHey, Pa\u201d he said with a half smile.<\/p>\n
\u201cHi, Son. Welcome back. We have been so worried about you. How are you feeling?\u201d Ben pulled a chair over to the bedside and sat down as close to Joe as he could get.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m alright, Pa. You look tired, though. Have you been sleeping, Pa?\u201d Joe asked, his face full of concern.<\/p>\n
\u201cI am fine, Son, and now that you are going to be alright, I will be able to get some sleep. We all will.\u201d<\/p>\n
Ben noticed that Joe\u2019s lips looked dry. \u201cWould you like some water, Joe?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSure, Pa.\u201d Ben filled the glass and helped Joe lean up to drink from the glass. He took just a couple of swallows and said, \u201cThat\u2019s enough, Pa.\u201d<\/p>\n
Ben was doubtful, but didn\u2019t want to make an issue out of it. He knew if he got into a battle over how much water Joe drank, they would never get him to eat. He noticed that Joe\u2019s hazel eyes looked dull and had dark circles under them and he was very pale.<\/p>\n
\u201cJoe are you too tired to talk?\u201d He asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cMaybe so, Pa. Can we talk later?\u201d Joe asked, his eyes closing.<\/p>\n
\u201cSure, Son, I will be back in a little while. You get some rest now\u201d, he said as he smoothed out Joe\u2019s sheets and covered him up. \u201cYou just rest, Joe.\u201d He quietly walked out the door.<\/p>\n
Joe\u2019s eyes opened as soon as the door closed. He wasn\u2019t tired, actually. He was hurting. If he didn\u2019t know better, he would have thought that the water made his stomach hurt, but that didn\u2019t make sense\u2014it just must be something else. He steeled himself against the waves of pain that emanated from his stomach. The spasm-like pains were intense and unrelenting. He was also becoming nauseated again. He was having a hard time not crying out, the pain and nausea were so bad.<\/p>\n
The door opened and in walked Dr. Martin and Sheriff Coffee. He tried to close his eyes in time for them to think he was asleep, but Dr. Martin had seen his eyes open when he entered the room. Dr. Martin was about to speak to him, when he realized how pale and tense Joe looked. He looked at Roy Coffee who had also noticed that Joe didn\u2019t look too good. Roy spoke up first, \u201cI\u2019ll wait outside the door, Doc.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cJoe, where are you hurting?\u201d Doctor Martin asked.<\/p>\n
Joe didn\u2019t respond\u2013he couldn\u2019t respond\u2014he was trying to ride out the terrible wave of pain in his abdomen and trying not to vomit. However, the pain increased and he was unable to prevent the vomiting. He gagged and gagged, throwing up very little, a little water and some green bilious secretions. Dr. Martin held him as he vomited, trying to help splint his incisions to prevent more pain or damage to the incisions. Finally, the vomiting stopped and Joe lay back, completely exhausted. He was pale and his breathing was very shallow and rapid. Dr. Martin felt his pulse, it was racing. What had changed in such a short period of time? He wondered. Then he saw the water glass on Joe\u2019s bedside table. He looked at it, but didn\u2019t say anything to Joe. He stayed with Joe for another 10 or 15 minutes, as the pain subsided, Joe\u2019s tenseness began to decrease and his respiratory and heart rates returned to more normal levels. As Joe\u2019s vital signs began to return to normal, he began to drift off to sleep. Dr. Martin continued to keep his arms around him until he was safely asleep, then he eased his arms from around Joe, straightened him under the covers and slipped out of the room. He took a deep breath when he was on the other side of the door. He looked up to see five anxious faces staring at him. He took another deep breath, then walked over to where they were waiting for him.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat\u2019s wrong Paul? Roy told me something was wrong with Joe.\u201d Ben said, his concern etched on his face.<\/p>\n
\u201cBen did you give him a drink of water?\u201d Paul asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes, but he only took a couple of sips. Why? I thought he needed fluids.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes, he does, it is just that Joe just had a sample of the kind of stomach spasms I have been telling you about. But if what he just went through was caused by only a couple of sips of water, I think we are going to have a real problem on our hands.\u201d He said grimly. \u201cI can\u2019t imagine what it will be like if we manage to get any type of solid food in him.\u201d Paul said, shaking his head. \u201cBut we have to and we have to do it soon. The longer we delay giving him solid food, the worse the spasms will be. If only there were some way to give nutrition without putting it into the stomach.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat do we do now?\u201d Ben asked, worry showing on his face and in his eyes.<\/p>\n
\u201cLet\u2019s let him rest and sleep for a little while, then we will try with some warm broth.\u201d Dr. Martin said.<\/p>\n
Ben slipped back into Joe\u2019s room quietly and watched his son sleep. Although pale and tired-looking, he looked so peaceful, too peaceful, in fact. Since Joe was always in motion, even if he were sitting still, he was moving something. Ben laughed, remembering how Joe had learned to wiggle his ears, which he would do every time one particular teacher turned her back, making all the children laugh. When the teacher would turn around, Joe would be sitting there with an angelic smile on his face. It took her several days, but she finally got fast enough to turn around and catch him in the act. He had been sent home from school with a note for his father to go for a meeting. Joe however, talked Hoss into going to the school and pretending to be his father. Of course, Hoss couldn\u2019t lie, so it had been a disaster and Ben had to go to talk to the teacher about two sons\u2014one no longer in school.<\/p>\n
Watching Joe, Ben clearly saw Marie. She was in his curly hair, his hazel eyes, his small, delicate, but not fragile-looking features, even his hands reminded him of Marie. She was certainly in his personality\u2014right down to his stubbornness and his bewitching smile and liveliness. Ben thought that Marie was the only person who had ever been able to deal with Joe\u2019s moods and temper tantrums, even when he was only a child. If only Marie were here, she would know what to do. She would know how to help their son. He felt so helpless and so scared. \u201cHelp me Marie, help me help him, Marie.\u201d Silent tears rolled down his face as he watched his sleeping son.<\/p>\n
At about noon, Joe was again awake, and although he was in pain, it was not the severe pain he had experienced earlier that morning. He was able to talk with the Sheriff. He told him the whole story, including the girl\u2019s name and giving a description of the man she was with. \u201cShe really messed up\u2014I was going to give her the money in my bank account\u2013close to $3000. I couldn\u2019t have had more than $200 or $300 from that poker game. But she took my locket, Roy. I want it back. After I rest for a day or two, I am going after her to get it.\u201d Joe said determinedly.<\/p>\n
\u201cNow, Joe, I reckon you still have your eye on my job, don\u2019t you, Son?\u201d Roy said. Joe looked at him a little puzzled. Roy said, \u201cYou just leave the sheriffin\u2019 to me. I will get this description and information out to the surrounding towns. We will catch \u2019em, I suspect, Joe. You just stay here and do as the Doc tells you. Ya hear me, Joe?\u201d<\/p>\n
Dr. Martin came around from the foot of the bed where he had been standing and said, \u201cRoy is that enough for now? I don\u2019t want to get Joe to tired right at lunch time. He is fixin\u2019 to have his first taste of real food in a long time.\u201d He was watching Joe\u2019s face carefully to see what his reaction would be. He was actually pleased because he didn\u2019t see a reaction\u2014none at all. To him, that was a good sign, since Joe usually tried to avoid food when he was injured.<\/p>\n
About that time, Mrs. Garner came into the room with a tray of food. On it was a small bowl of steaming broth and plain crackers. \u201cAh, here you are now, Mrs. Garner, right on time, as usual.\u201d Mrs. Garner went about setting up Joe\u2019s tray on the bedside table and pulling up a chair so she could sit and feed Joe the broth, since he was not able to sit up yet. Still Joe didn\u2019t say anything.<\/p>\n
Dr. Martin retreated to the perimeter of the room, planning to watch and see how it went without Joe knowing he was watching.<\/p>\n
\u201cOkay, Joseph, here you go, have some of my finest beef broth.\u201d She said, moving the full spoon to his mouth.<\/p>\n
\u201cI am not really hungry right now, Mrs. Garner. Why don\u2019t you leave it and I will eat it later?\u201d Joe said.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo, Joe, it will be cold later and I have better things to do than be heating up broth for you all the time, young man. Just because you have Hop Sing wrapped around your little finger, doesn\u2019t mean that you can bully me, Little Joe Cartwright\u201d. The entire time she was talking, she was steadily spooning the broth into Joe\u2019s mouth, and he swallowed reflexively. Dr. Martin breathed a sigh of relief, Joe had already taken several spoonfuls of the broth before he even knew it. God bless Mrs. Garner, he thought. His relief was short-lived, however, because after two more spoonfuls, Joe started to gag and vomited up all that he had just taken. Then he began to clutch his abdomen and moan and writhe in pain. Mrs. Garner put aside the broth and began to console Joe, but he continued to moan and writhe in pain. Dr. Martin came over and put his arms around Joe and tried to splint his abdomen to decrease the spasms. Mrs. Garner, quite pale herself, changed the bedclothes, removed the tray and slipped out of the room.<\/p>\n
Finally, after about another 15 minutes of severe, body-shattering pain, Joe\u2019s spasms began to abate. He was almost gray by this time and his eyes appeared dull, sunken in, and unfocused. He was physically exhausted. He lay back on the bed, taking rapid, shallow breaths, too tired to move any more. Dr. Martin got up, re-positioned Joe more comfortably, and covered him up. Brushing his hair back from his forehead, he said, \u201cJust sleep for a little while, Joe. It is going to be better soon.\u201d But as he was leaving the room, he was sure that his worst fears were confirmed. Getting Little Joe to eat was going to be a difficult task\u2014one that he wasn\u2019t sure they would win. Even if they could get the food in him, his body seemed to physically reject it. No wonder Joe always avoided food when he was sick, he thought. Perhaps he gets nauseated easily, but has just never mentioned it before. That would certainly explain his almost aversion to food at times. Too bad there is no drug to stop muscle spasms and nausea, he thought.<\/p>\n
*****<\/p>\n
Chapter 12<\/h3>\n
<\/p>\n
Unfortunately every attempt to get Joe to take any nourishment that day met with the same result, except the muscle spasms and nausea seemed to be getting worse. By nightfall, they had been unable to get more than a few spoonfuls of broth in Joe and most, if not all, of that had come back up. Everyone had tried, from Mrs. Garner, Doctors Adams and Martin, Ben, Hoss, and Adam. Lance finally said, \u201cLet me try. I can\u2019t do any worse than you did.\u201d<\/p>\n
They all sighed and said, \u201cIt\u2019s worth a try, Lance\u201d.<\/p>\n
\u201cDo you want us to go in with you?\u201d Hoss asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo, Hoss, I may have better luck by myself.. You know how Joe hates to be watched when he is sick. Let me try. I\u2019ll call out if I need help.\u201d Lance squared his shoulders, picked up the tray, pushed the door open with his shoulders, put on a smile, and went \u201ccheerfully\u201d into Joe\u2019s room. He was appalled when he saw Joe\u2019s appearance. He was pale, almost-gray looking, and his fever was coming back, he was sweating and his cheeks had rosy spots in them, which stood out starkly against the pallor of his skin and the darkness of his hair.<\/p>\n
\u201cHey, Joe, while you are lying up there in that bed, I am having to do all the work of keeping your father and brother in line. I need some help.\u201d Lance said, with a smile that Joe recognized as phony from the start.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat are you doing here? I thought you went to your cousin\u2019s in Reno for two weeks.\u201d Joe said, not smiling at his friend, not because he wasn\u2019t glad to see him, but because he just didn\u2019t have the energy to smile, because it took every bit of his energy to keep the pain under control.<\/p>\n
\u201cWell do you think I would stay in Reno and let you wallow here in this bed? Not on your life! Besides I want you to help me get Betsy to go to that Harvest Dance with me, Joe. I think she is real purty.\u201d Lance said.<\/p>\n
\u201cBetsy Roberts?\u201d Joe asked, interested, despite how bad he felt.<\/p>\n
\u201cYeah, can you help me out? I get all nervous every time she comes around me and I do something silly.\u201d Lance said. Lance, unconsciously, was duplicating Mrs. Garner\u2019s strategy, trying to get Joe to swallow the broth without thinking about it. Joe, however, had learned only too well during the rest of the day, that swallowing anything greatly intensified the rhythmic, sharp, burning pain that was becoming his constant companion. He was not going to be fooled again. Just as Lance was about to pop the spoon in his mouth, Joe turned his head, causing Lance to spill the broth on his own shirt sleeve.<\/p>\n
\u201cHey, whatcha do that for?\u201d Lance said, disappointed that he had not been successful with his plan. \u201cLance, do you think I don\u2019t know what is going on here?\u201d Joe asked in a slow, deliberate voice.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy whatever do you mean, Joe? I am just talking to you while you eat!\u201d Lance said, pretending to be surprised at Joe\u2019s inference.<\/p>\n
\u201cWell my belly is hurtin bad enough all the time now, but it gets almost unbearable when I eat, so I am not eating anymore. So if you want to, help yourself to that broth. I ain\u2019t eatin\u2019 it.\u201d Joe said, firmly.<\/p>\n
\u201cAlright, Joe, I will level with you. I was trying to trick you\u2014but just because I thought that if you didn\u2019t think about it, it wouldn\u2019t hurt you so bad.\u201d Lance said earnestly.<\/p>\n
\u201cGood try, but I ain\u2019t buying it. Look it hurts when I put anything in my stomach, it hurts bad Lance. Too bad. I can\u2019t stand the pain, Lance. It hurts so bad, it is all I can do to keep from crying like a baby\u201d Joe paused, a baby, that woman called me a baby, he remembered. Brother, how could he be so gullible? Well he wasn\u2019t gullible anymore. He didn\u2019t know why his family and friends were trying to trick him into eating, but it wasn\u2019t going to work. He couldn\u2019t let the pain get any worse or he wouldn\u2019t be able to control himself and he couldn\u2019t let them see him cry. They already thought of him as a baby, just like that woman. He had to maintain control over the pain.<\/p>\n
\u201cJoe, how about eating just a little bit? Just try one spoonful? For me?\u201d Lance was desperate. He saw that determined look in Joe\u2019s eyes. He would have, under other circumstances, been glad to see Joe\u2019s focus back, but he knew he was focusing on the wrong thing.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo, Lance, I am not hungry and I am not eating any broth. Now I think I need to rest. I am going to sleep. Tell my family I am asleep. Why don\u2019t you pour that broth out and then they will think I ate it, then they can all get a good night\u2019s sleep, too?\u201d Maybe tomorrow the pain will be gone and I will eat something then.\u201d Joe said this to Lance, but neither of them thought he really meant it. It was just something to say to keep them from acknowledging that there was a problem between them. Joe turned his head away and closed his eyes, feigning sleep.<\/p>\n
Lance said softly, \u201cAlright, Joe, but it ain\u2019t over yet. I am leaving now, but I will be back and so will your family and the Doc.\u201d Joe didn\u2019t respond. Lance picked up the tray and walked out the door, meeting 7 anxious faces, Doctor Martin\u2019s wife had stopped in to check on Joe, too. Lance sighed and shook his head, pointing to the full bowl of broth. \u201cI couldn\u2019t get one single spoonful into him, Doc. Mr. Cartwright, Joe knows that the food makes the pain worse and he doesn\u2019t understand why we want him to eat. Have you told what is going on? Maybe that would help. I know this much, we ain\u2019t going to trick him into eating. We can give up on that fer sure. He is too stubborn and smart for his own good.\u201d Lance said.<\/p>\n
Ben half-smiled and said, \u201cThat is a fact, Lance, that is a fact.\u201d<\/p>\n
Taking a deep breath, he looked at the two doctors and said, \u201cNow what do we do?\u201d<\/p>\n
Dr. Martin said, \u201cYou go on and get some dinner for yourselves and let Jonah and me discuss it. Maybe we can come up with a brainstorm while you are out.\u201d Dr. Martin said, trying to sound optimistic. Ben reluctantly agreed when Hoss and Adam said that they wouldn\u2019t go unless he did.<\/p>\n
As the Cartwrights and the Sheriff and Lance went out the door, the two doctors looked at each other and hoped that the other one had an idea. Mrs. Martin said, \u201cWould you like me to try, Paul?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes, a little later. I suspect we will have to have every resident of Virginia City try before this is over with.\u201d He said, exasperated. \u201cWhy in the world did he have to get stabbed in the stomach?\u201d said, as if someone had an answer. He didn\u2019t get one, but he didn\u2019t expect one either.<\/p>\n
The two doctors and Mrs. Martin sat there in the quiet for a long time, trying to think of an idea that would be helpful, but didn\u2019t come up with one. Paul looked at Jonah and said, \u201cWell it looks like I won\u2019t be going to that medical conference after all. I was supposed to leave tomorrow, you know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPaul, I think I can do as much for him medically now as you can. You can go ahead and go.\u201d Jonah said.<\/p>\n
Mrs. Martin gasped and looked anxiously at her husband. He smiled reassuringly at her before replying, \u201cYes, I am sure you could. That\u2019s not it, Jonah, I just couldn\u2019t leave with Little Joe so sick. As aggravating and bothersome as he is\u2014my wife and I love him like our own son, don\u2019t we dear?\u201d<\/p>\n
She smiled back and nodded her head, \u201cHe really isn\u2019t bothersome and aggravating\u2014not all the time anyway. He is a dear sweet boy. And besides, this time he really has a good reason for not wanting to eat. I wouldn\u2019t want to eat either if it made my stomach pain worse.\u201d She said.<\/p>\n
\u201cWell we must come up with a plan to get that \u2018dear sweet boy\u2019 to eat, because he doesn\u2019t have a lot of reserves. Too bad he isn\u2019t more like his brother, the big one, what\u2019s his name?\u201d Jonah asked. \u201cHoss.\u201d Dr. and Mrs. Martin replied. Dr. Adams added, \u201cAnd the longer it takes to get him eating solid food, the worse the pain will become.\u201d Dr. Martin glumly nodded in agreement.<\/p>\n
Mrs. Martin said, \u201cWell Paul, we just have to go back to the same old way we have gotten him to eat in the past\u2014part threat, part cajoling, part sheer force, part bribery. \u201cShe is right, Jonah. It is annoying as get out, but it has worked in the past, though this is a little more extreme than it has ever been before.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWell what do you mean? How does it work?\u201d Dr. Adams looked from one to the other.<\/p>\n
Mrs. Martin answered, \u201cWell the threats\u2014that would be his father\u2019s job; the cajoling\u2014that would be done by any of a dozen or so female citizens; the sheer force, that would be Hoss and Adam; the bribery, that would be Paul\u2014making deals with him about his recuperation.<\/p>\n
*****<\/p>\n
Chapter 13<\/h3>\n
<\/p>\n
Dr. Adams had stayed until the penrose drains were removed and he was confident that there was no abdominal infection. Then since Dr. Martin was not going to go to the conference or to the shore, he decided he might as well go back to Baltimore. He said a sad farewell to the Cartwright family. He too, had been affected by the enigmatic Joe Cartwright, who could be absolutely charming one minute and stubborn as an ox, the next minute. \u201cMr. Cartwright, I hope your son recovers fully. I will be praying that he does.\u201d He said as he was preparing to leave. He told Dr. Martin, \u201cWhen I get back to Baltimore, I will talk to the Professors and tell them about Joe and see if they have any suggestions to offer. If they do, I will send you a telegram right away.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThank you, Jonah. I do hope you will be willing to try this again. Next time, I will plan on going when Little Joe is out of the territory or something.\u201d Dr. Martin said.<\/p>\n
Dr. Adams\u2019 last words were, \u201cNow I know why a 17 years old boy can have such a thick medical record!\u201d<\/p>\n
Over the next several days, by using all the described methods, they were able to get enough broth in Joe to keep him alive, but that was about all. Hop Sing had come into town to stay with him to see if he would eat better from him. Though he seemed glad to see Hop Sing, it didn\u2019t make an appreciable difference in his pain or in his appetite. He was not regaining his color, his eyes continued to look dull and lifeless, he was becoming more and more lethargic and uncommunicative, and was losing weight at an alarming rate. The abdominal pain was becoming more and more constant and unrelenting. It was preventing him from real sleep, he slept only in snatches, moaning sometimes even in his sleep.<\/p>\n
Hop Sing practically moved into Joe\u2019s room with him, encouraging him to take tiny sips of broth, talking to him in Chinese and English. He reminded Joe that it was his duty to get well. Joe tried to keep the broth down, because he didn\u2019t want to hurt Hop Sing\u2019s feelings. But every spoonful seemed to add to the intensity of the pain in his belly. After three days, Ben noticed that Hop Sing was looking exhausted, so he told him to go home and that they would takeover.<\/p>\n
Hop Sing didn\u2019t want to leave, but Ben convinced him that Joe was worrying too much about him and it would be better for Joe if he went home and got some rest. Nancy Coffee came on duty next. Joe and Nancy, had been friends for a long time. Nancy\u2019s father had been telling her that he was really worried about Little Joe and what a hard time his family was having getting him to eat. Nancy decided that it was time for her to get involved. Nancy came into the Doctor\u2019s office about mid-day. The Doctor was seeing other patients in the examining room, Lance was going out the door as she came in.<\/p>\n
\u201cLance, how is Little Joe?\u201d Nancy asked, noting his downcast expression.<\/p>\n
Lance looked up at her and said, \u201cHe is getting worse. He has such awful pain and every time he actually swallows something, the pain gets worse and then he throws it up. His Pa and the Doc are really worried. Mr. Cartwright looks like he hasn\u2019t sllept in weeks. And Joe is worried more about his Pa and brothers and Hop Sing than he is himself.\u201d Lance said, relieved to have someone to talk to about.<\/p>\n
Lance knew that Nancy was a true friend. He was hoping she could help Joe somehow. Nancy went resolutely into the doctor\u2019s waiting room. There was no one in the room, not even Mrs. Garner. Not knowing what else to do, she quietly opened the door to Joe\u2019s room. The sight that met them, broke her heart. Joe was lying in the bed, still, pale, and looking lost in the bed. On either side of him, his father and Hoss sat, each holding one of Joe\u2019s hands in their own. The Pastor of the church and Doctor Martin were at the foot of the bed. The Pastor was praying out loud, asking for Joe to be healed, \u201cif it was in His will\u201d but he went on to add, \u201cif it is not in thy will, please help us to accept thy will\u201d. Nancy just stared in disbelief. How could he be praying that\u2014there was no way that either of them would ever \u201caccept\u201d Joe\u2019s dying as God\u2019s will. She quietly closed the door, and silently sat down in the waiting room to wait for the Minister to finish.<\/p>\n
Five minutes later, Doctor Martin and the minister came quietly out of the room. Doctor Martin saw them and said, \u201cHello, young lady, I suppose you have come to see Little Joe?\u201d.<\/p>\n
Nancy found her voice and replied, \u201cYes, Dr. Martin, I thought maybe we could cheer him up and get him to eat something. Pa told us what is going on.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dr. Martin said, \u201cLet me go in and tell Ben and Hoss that you are here. I am sure they will be glad to see you.\u201d<\/p>\n
He slipped back into the room, and almost immediately Hoss came out of the room. \u201cHi, Miss Nancy. I am glad you came. Joe will be glad to see you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHoss, can I see him now?\u201d Nancy asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes, Pa and the Doc will be out in just a minute.\u201d Hoss said. Hoss sat down and waited for his father. He tried to comfort Nancy, but even though she was one of Joe\u2019s best friends, he still had a hard time talking to girls\u2014Little Joe always had to coach him. Thinking of that made a big lump come to his throat.<\/p>\n
Ben and Dr. Martin then come out of the room. Doc Martin patted Ben reassuringly or sympathetically on the shoulder, then walked briskly out the door. Ben came over and spoke quietly to Nancy, \u201cJoe is dozing right now, but I am sure if you go on in, he will be awake soon. Why don\u2019t you go on in? When he wakes up, please let me know, so I can bring him some soup.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThanks Mr. Cartwright.\u201d<\/p>\n
She entered the room quietly and stood by the side of the bed, watching him. She was frightened by how pale and thin he looked. Without thinking, she reached over and brushed a lock of hair off his forehead; Joe woke at her touch. When he looked up, he smiled and recognizing her, said, \u201cHi, Nancy.\u201d How are you?\u201d Nancy thought that nothing would ever change that smile\u2014no matter how sick Joe was\u2014he still had a dazzling smile. She smiled back at Joe and sat down in the chair next to the bed.<\/p>\n
\u201cJoe, when are you going to start getting better?\u201d Nancy asked. \u201cLance is moping around and he is never going to get up the nerve to ask Betsy to the Harvest dance if you don\u2019t help him.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m workin\u2019 on it\u201d Joe said, forcing himself to smile and to keep his tone of voice as near normal as possible. It was at great effort though, the pains in his abdomen were becoming intolerable. He was convinced that there was something wrong with him that his father and Doctor Martin weren\u2019t telling him. How could they expect him to believe that eating would make it better when every time he ate, the pains became even worse.<\/p>\n
Nancy got up and walked softly to the door. \u201cMr. Cartwright, Joe is awake now. Why don\u2019t you bring me the soup and let me try to get it in him? She asked this quietly, not wanting Joe to hear. She knew how stubborn he was and if he thought that they were plotting against him, he wouldn\u2019t eat no matter what. Ben brought Nancy the bowl of steaming chicken broth, which she took over to Joe\u2019s bedside.<\/p>\n
When he saw what she had, he said, \u201cFor crying out loud, Nancy, not you, too! Please don\u2019t ask me to eat that. I am not hungry and food makes my belly hurt something awful. Just sit here and talk to me for a while. I will eat it after you leave.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cLittle Joe Cartwright. Do you think I was born yesterday? You can\u2019t fool me.\u201d Nancy said. \u201cJoe, come on and try to eat a little\u2014if you don\u2019t I won\u2019t give you a minute\u2019s peace and I wanted to talk to you about Cochise. I want to get a new horse and I was wondering if I could get one like him.\u201d Nancy looked pleadingly at Joe. Joe looked back at Nancy, who had the spoon full of soup in her hand, ready to offer it to him. \u201cLittle Joe, no talking until you eat something. You know I mean it, too.\u201d<\/p>\n
Joe sighed and thought to himself, \u201cWhy is everybody so concerned with what I eat. Why can\u2019t they just leave me alone?\u201d Out loud he said, \u201cAlright, Nancy I will try, but just a little, okay?\u201d<\/p>\n
She smiled at him and gave him the first spoonful. She talked to Joe and tried to distract him and make him concentrate on talking about Cochise and not on the soup. By doing this she was able to get in 8 or 9 spoonfuls. After that Joe said he couldn\u2019t eat anymore and nothing she said could distract him from the agony he was experiencing. Nancy saw the pain as it developed and knew that Joe really wasn\u2019t just being difficult. Nancy put the bowl of soup aside and just sat there, holding his hands, softly talking about anything she could think of to help him relax.<\/p>\n
Dr. Martin came in and said that Joe needed to rest now and asked her to come back soon. She said good bye to Joe and he gave them a very weak half-smile. \u201cDon\u2019t worry. I am fine.\u201d He said through gritted teeth as they left.<\/p>\n
Nancy was crying when she left the room. Ben immediately jumped up and met her at the door, asking what had happened. \u201cOh, Mr. Cartwright I could only get a few spoonfuls in him before the pain started. It was awful, Mr. Cartwright. Dr. Martin you HAVE to do something for him.\u201d She said, desperately, as they saw Dr. Martin come out of the room, carrying the bowl.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNancy, you did better than anyone else so far. I assure you the pain will go away with time, but he has to eat to get better.\u201d<\/p>\n
The days became a continuous struggle over nausea and pain. Because of the small amount of food that they could get into Joe at one time, they began to offer him small amounts more frequently. The days became just one long battle to get Joe to eat a few spoonfuls of broth or soup. The only respite he had was when he was asleep, so he began to pretend to be asleep so they would just leave him alone. Then when they became more alarmed at his deteriorating condition, they began to even wake him up, so that he couldn\u2019t count on any peace at all.<\/p>\n
One day after another bout with nausea and vomiting after a few spoonfuls of broth, Ben was sitting at Joe\u2019s bedside, watching him, concern evident in his eyes, his face, his body language.<\/p>\n
\u201cPa, tell me about my mother.\u201d Ben started telling Joe about his mother, stories he had told him before, but also other recollections that came to mind. As Ben talked, Joe relaxed and drifted off to sleep.<\/p>\n
Shortly after he was asleep, Adam came in with a bowl of broth and said, \u201cPa, do you want to give him this or do you want me to?\u201d<\/p>\n
Ben said, \u201cAdam, he just went to sleep. Let\u2019s let him sleep for a while first. He is exhausted.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPa, he needs to eat. Paul said he has to eat\u2014no exceptions. If you don\u2019t want to do it, I will.\u201d<\/p>\n
Ben sighed and said, \u201cI guess you are right, Adam, I will go for a walk if you think you can help him eat.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOkay Pa.\u201d Adam was determined to get Little Joe to eat because the strain was wearing on everybody now. He didn\u2019t know how much longer his father could bear it. \u201cJoe, Joe, wake up. It is time to eat.\u201d<\/p>\n
Adam said, somewhat sternly. Joe\u2019s eyelids fluttered open, slowly, reluctantly. \u201cAdam, let me sleep a little while longer. I was dreaming about\u2026.\u201d \u201cJoe you can sleep later. Now it is time for you to eat. As he said this, he was adding a pillow under Joe\u2019s head and pulling up a chair to the bedside. Joe looked irritated, but didn\u2019t say anything else. Adam put his left arm under Joe\u2019s neck and started to spoon soup into him with his right hand.<\/p>\n
Joe instinctively tried to turn his head away when the spoon neared his mouth, but the way Adam was holding him, he couldn\u2019t move his head. Adam forced the spoon into his mouth. Joe swallowed because there was little else he could do. \u201cAdam\u201d he said after he swallowed, but was stopped when Adam spooned another spoonful into his mouth, and again he swallowed.<\/p>\n
After swallowing that spoonful, he said more loudly, \u201cAdam, wait a minute, will ya?\u201d<\/p>\n
Adam ignored him and spooned in another spoonful. Joe tried to close his mouth, but Adam forced the spoon in. Joe swallowed, but the waves of abdominal pain and nausea were coming back. \u201cNo more, Adam, please.\u201d Joe said, weakly.<\/p>\n
Adam hesitated just a moment, then said, \u201cJoe you are going to eat this bowl of broth if it kills us both. So just quit fighting it and relax.\u201d And he continued to shovel the soup in. Joe was becoming increasingly uncomfortable, and tried to tell Adam, but Adam was focused on getting the soup in his little brother, not on his little brother. About halfway through the bowl, Joe began to vomit violently, causing him severe abdominal pain. Hoss came in and saw what was happening and immediately he went to Joe and held him until the terrible spasms lessened. Adam had backed away from the bedside when his brother became ill. He hadn\u2019t meant to make him sicker, he had just wanted to get the food in him. Finally, exhausted, Joe lay back on the bed; he was gray in color, his pulse and respirations were sky high, and beads of sweat had broken out on his brow and on his chest.<\/p>\n
When Ben came back to Joe\u2019s room, Adam told him what had happened. Ben went into Joe\u2019s room and found Hoss sitting by Joe\u2019s bedside. Hoss looked up at him, then looked at Joe, lying so still and quiet. Hoss looked back at his Pa and said, \u201cPa, I ain\u2019t going to make Joe eat no more. There has to be some other way. I can\u2019t do that to him anymore. The pain is just too bad. The Doc has to give him something for the pain.\u201d<\/p>\n
By two weeks after the accident, they were getting desperate, and as if by a miracle, a telegram arrived from Dr. Adams. It said that he had discussed Joe\u2019s case at a \u201cGrand Rounds\u201d forum and was given two suggestions for management. The first was a recipe for an old herbal remedy for nausea that could be mixed by the pharmacist. The second suggestion was more aggressive and was offered as a last resort\u2014insertion of a nasogastric feeding tube in order to put pureed food directly into the stomach. When Dr. Martin told these suggestions to the Cartwrights, they all were visibly shaken when the procedure for the nasograstric feeding tube was briefly described. If they did that to Joe, he would probably never forgive them and he would certainly never eat again, Ben was sure of that.<\/p>\n
Later that same afternoon, Ben was sitting with Joe when he had one of his lower pain periods. When Ben looked up, he was surprised to see Joe staring at him, with tears in his eyes. Ben reached over and took Joe\u2019s hand in both his hands and said, \u201cJoe, it\u2019s going to be alright. You have to believe me and keep trying.\u201d<\/p>\n
Joe continued to gaze at him with tears running down his face. Finally he said, \u201cI\u2019m sorry, Pa. I am sorry to always be such a problem.\u201d<\/p>\n
Ben had tears in his eyes and his voice was choked with emotion, but he managed to get out the words, \u201cJoe you may sometimes be a problem, but you are also always our joy.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI want to go home, Pa. Please take me home.\u201d Joe said, then exhausted, he lay back and closed his eyes. Ben noticed though, that tears continued to spill down Joe\u2019s cheeks. Ben had the terrible thought that Joe wanted to go home to die. His son, usually so optimistic, so upbeat, so persistent, so, so, so\u2014alive, was giving up and wanted to go home to die! Ben was more frightened than he had ever been. Ben sat there until he saw that Joe was breathing regularly and the tears had stopped, then covered him up, and went out to find Doctor Martin.<\/p>\n
\u201cDoc, I want to talk to you frankly about Joe.\u201d Ben said.<\/p>\n
Dr. Martin had been expecting this type of request from Ben for several days now. He was glad to have it in the open, finally. He led Ben to a chair by his desk, and motioned for him to sit. He sat in the chair behind his desk.<\/p>\n
\u201cOkay, Ben, what do you want to know?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIf we don\u2019t get Joe to eat more than he is right now, what is going to happen? How long can he go without eating more?\u201d Ben looked at him, determined to know everything he could about his son\u2019s chances.<\/p>\n
\u201cBen, I think if we don\u2019t get Joe to take more nourishment and calories within a week\u2019s time, that he may suffer irreparable damage to his muscles, including his heart. I think Joe could suffer heart failure Ben.\u201d<\/p>\n
Ben sat quietly, thinking about what the Doctor said for several long minutes. Then he looked at Doc Martin and asked, \u201cWhat about the medicine that Doctor Adams suggested? Do you think it will work?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBen, I am sure planning on giving it a try. I have Maxwell making it up now over at his pharmacy. But I am afraid that we now have more than just a nausea problem. I think now we have a physical, psychological, and emotional barrier to get past with Joe.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat are you saying? Do you Joe is making this up?\u201d Ben asked, astonished.<\/p>\n
\u201cNO, Ben, not at all. But I do believe that the stress and emotional upheaval that Joe feels over the situation compounds the actual physical pain he feels. That is why I am skeptical that the medicine will be enough, even if it stops the nausea. Ben, I would give anything if I had some better options for you to consider. I just don\u2019t know anything else to do.\u201d<\/p>\n
Ben noticed that Doc Martin had tears in his eyes also.<\/p>\n
\u201cPaul, Joe asked me to take him home today. Do you think we could move him home? Do you think being in familiar surroundings may help some?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBen, I think we could safely get him home in a well-padded wagon, going really slow and easy, though it would be pretty painful. It may be worth a try.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPaul, I want to take him home tomorrow, try the medicine for two days, then if he isn\u2019t eating, you can use that nasogastric tube contraption you showed me. I can\u2019t stand by and watch my son starve to death, Paul, can I?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo, Ben, and neither can I. I was going to bring it up to you in the morning if you hadn\u2019t come to that decision tonight.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIf you have to do that, Doc, how will you do it?\u201d Ben wanted to know exactly what was involved so that he would know what he was agreeing to.<\/p>\n
Doctor Martin had anticipated that request, too. He reached into his drawer and pulled out a sterile package that he had put there just yesterday. It was a long tube, about 1\/8\u2033 in diameter, attached to a large syringe-looking apparatus. The tube had a rounded end with two holes in it. He demonstrated to Ben how the tube was inserted and how the food was put in. \u201cIt\u2019s very simple, really, Ben.\u201d Ben\u2019s eyes were wide open, in almost terror when Dr. Martin finished.<\/p>\n
\u201cPaul, Joe would never stand for that. How would you get it in?\u201d He asked, wanting to know and not wanting to know at the same time.<\/p>\n
\u201cWell, Ben I could give him a strong sedative for the insertion, but I couldn\u2019t keep him sedated all the time. We would have to restrain him after it was inserted to keep him from pulling it out. Ben, we will have to tie him down\u2013secure and tight, that\u2019s the only way it will work. We will have to watch him like a hawk to make sure he doesn\u2019t somehow get it dislodged, because if he even gets it partially dislodged, some of the contents could get into his lungs and cause a severe, almost untreatable pneumonia.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow long would this have to go on?\u201d Ben asked, experiencing pain and a sick feeling in his stomach, too.<\/p>\n
\u201cHard to say, Ben, I would say at least two weeks or until he started eating on his own.\u201d<\/p>\n
*****<\/p>\n
Chapter 14<\/h3>\n
<\/p>\n
The next morning, Hoss rode over to the Doc\u2019s office in the wagon, which had a thick mattress padding and pillows. Hoss and Adam helped Joe to the wagon. Hoss wanted to just pick him up and carry him because he was so weak, but Joe insisted on walking. So they half walked him, and half carried him to the wagon. Hoss did pick him up and lift him into the wagon when they got outside. Hoss was horrified at how light and fragile Joe seemed. Although Joe had never been big, he had always been solid and muscular. Now he seemed pitifully thin and frail-looking. Ben rode in the back of the wagon with Joe. Hoss drove the wagon and Adam rode ahead to the Ponderosa to help Hop Sing get everything ready. Ben had told Lance to just wait until they got Joe home and settled and then come visit him at the Ponderosa.<\/p>\n
The trip took a very long time because they were trying to go very slow and cause as little pain as possible. Finally, Joe couldn\u2019t stand it any longer and said, \u201cPa, tell Hoss to just go fast, it can\u2019t possibly hurt any more than it does already. I would rather get on home.\u201d Ben told Hoss to speed up a little bit. He watched Joe\u2019s face and realized that the pain was probably almost more than he could bear. Watching his usually jolly, happy-go-lucky son in such excruciating pain was almost more than he could bear.<\/p>\n
When they arrived home, they were met by Adam and Hop Sing. Hop Sing had Joe\u2019s room ready and Hoss carried him upstairs. By now, Joe was too weak to even protest being carried. When they got him upstairs, Hop Sing told them to leave and let him get Joe settled in bed. \u201cHop Sing will come tell you when you come back in.\u201d He said and pushed all three Cartwrights out the door. Hop Sing quickly got Joe under the covers of his own bed and positioned him comfortably.<\/p>\n
Joe looked up at him and smiled, at great effort, and said, \u201cThanks Hop Sing, now I feel better.\u201d Hop Sing\u2019s heart was breaking, seeing the suffering on this boy that he loved so much.<\/p>\n
Ben, Hoss, and Adam were sitting in the living room, waiting for Hop Sing. Ben felt it was as good a time as any to tell them of his and Dr. Martin\u2019s conversation and the plan they had agreed to. Hoss was devastated by the plan. He knew how much Joe would hate that and he also knew that he would feel betrayed by them. But Adam, agreed it was the only thing to do\u2014nothing else had worked. Hoss was too upset to think about it more logically at this point. He said, \u201cI am going to go to the barn and bed down Cochise. I will be back in a little while. I need to think about this some.\u201d<\/p>\n
Ben said, \u201cSure, Son, it is hard to think about, but I just don\u2019t know anything else to do.\u201d<\/p>\n
As Hoss was bedding down Cochise, talking to him like Joe always did, Lance came riding up into the yard. He saw Hoss in the barn and went in to see how Little Joe had made the trip. When he spoke to Hoss, and Hoss turned around, he saw that he had been crying.<\/p>\n
\u201cHoss, what\u2019s wrong? Is Joe worse?\u201d Lance said, alarmed.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo, Lance, he is not worse, except he aint no better. Pa said that if he ain\u2019t eating by the day after tomorrow, Doc is going to use that tube contraption and force feed him. You know how Joe will hate that. I just don\u2019t know if he will ever forget it or forgive us. I feel like he has so much pain now, that he has just about lost all hope and all the fight has just gone out of him, seems like. He is just wasting away right in front of us.\u201d Hoss looked at Lance and said, \u201cLance, I can\u2019t live if I lose my little brother. If Little Joe is gone, my heart may as well be gone.\u201d He sat down right by Coshise\u2019s stall and cried, heart-wrenching sobs.<\/p>\n
Lance sat down beside Hoss and said, \u201cI know what you mean, Hoss. I feel the same way, and he ain\u2019t even my brother\u201d.<\/p>\n
Hoss said, \u201cAnd my Pa, Lance. My Pa has already lost three wives. I don\u2019t think he could stand to lose Little Joe.\u201d<\/p>\n
Finally, Lance said, \u201cHoss I don\u2019t think I better go in to see Joe tonight. I have to go think some. I am going to go home and I will come back first thing in the morning. Hoss, we ain\u2019t gonna let Little Joe die. We just ain\u2019t. Now you just believe that.\u201d<\/p>\n
All the time Lance was riding home, he was trying to convince himself that he was right, that somehow, Little Joe would come through this\u2014Little Joe always got out of situations one way or another. That was part of his magic. But it was going to take more than Joe\u2019s magic this time. Lance remembered how sometimes when they were sleeping out under the stars, Joe would look up at the North Star and say \u201cThat star is my Mama. Pa told me that when I was little after she died. He said she would always be with me.\u201d Lance looked up and found the North star and said, \u201cMa\u2019am, Joe sure needs you with him right now.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mrs. Jurgens was surprised when she heard Lance ride back into the barn. She had expected him to spend the night at the Ponderosa. She went into the kitchen to wait for him to come into the house. When she saw him enter, she greeted him with \u201cHey, I thought you were spending\u2014\u2014\u201d She stopped mid-sentence when she saw his face. His eyes were red, his face looked gaunt and he had an almost-haunted look. \u201cLance! What\u2019s wrong? Little Joe?\u201d<\/p>\n
Lance took one look at his mother and burst into tears. She held out her arms and he went straight into them. He cried for a good 10 minutes, she held him tightly and whispered, \u201cthere, there, it will be okay. Tell Mama what is wrong, sweetie.\u201d She eased them both down into the rocking chair in the kitchen, she in the chair, Lance sitting on the floor in front of her, with her cradling him in her arms. Finally Lance got enough control to tell his mother about his meeting with Hoss and about what the Doc had told Joe\u2019s father about his heart failing and about their decision to use that tube contraption. After getting the story out, Lance was exhausted, and emotionally spent. He was content to remain with his mother, almost rocking him in her arms, like when he was a baby. While she was calming Lance, she thought about Little Joe Cartwright and what he meant to Lance, to his family, friends, and to their whole family. She remembered another time, when Lance was the one who was ill and Little Joe the one who was healthy.<\/p>\n
*****<\/p>\n
Hannah Jurgens was worried about Lance. Today was his birthday and he was ill with bronchitis and wouldn\u2019t be able to attend his birthday party. She knew that he had been looking forward to the party for a long time. He had gotten the idea last year when the rodeo came to town and he and Joe Cartwright had gone with Joe\u2019s brothers. The boys had returned from the rodeo with big plans to become rodeo stars. Since the plans for the party had been made and they couldn\u2019t really be changed, it was turning out to be a lonely birthday for Lance. While Lance was home in bed, his friends were going to be attending the special rodeo performance that she and his father had arranged with the rodeo to coincide with his birthday. Months of planning and coordination of the event with the rodeo had gone into this, and all the expenses had to be paid up-front, so there was no point in canceling the party. Although Lance had insisted that the party go on as planned, his mother knew that he was feeling very much alone and very sad on his birthday. She and his family had tried to cheer him up and although he made a pretense of being fine, she knew that deep down, he was hurting. He said he was tired and wanted to sleep, but she knew he wasn\u2019t sleeping. \u201cI wish I could think of something to cheer him up\u201d she thought again.<\/p>\n
Just at that time, there was a knock at the door. Mrs. Jurgens wiped the tears from her eyes and went to open the door. There on the doorstep was a smiling Little Joe Cartwright and almost the entire class. They all carried gaily wrapped birthday presents and wore bright smiles.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy, Little Joe, why aren\u2019t you all at the rodeo? You should have been there a half-hour ago!\u201d She asked, surprised to see the children.<\/p>\n
\u201cI talked to Doctor Martin, Mrs. Jurgens, he said we could see Lance today if we didn\u2019t stay too long and make him too tired.\u201d Joe responded, confidently. \u201cHe said to tell you that he would be over here in an hour and see how Lance was doing.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mrs. Jurgens was flabbergasted. \u201cBut if you want to see the rodeo, you are going to have to leave right now.\u201d She said.<\/p>\n
\u201cToday is Lance\u2019s birthday. We would rather spend it with him than at some ol\u2019 rodeo.\u201d Joe told her, looking directly in her eyes. \u201cWouldn\u2019t we?\u201d Joe asked the others, who all responded, \u201cYes\u201d.<\/p>\n
Mrs. Jurgens, touched by the children, said, \u201cWell, by all means, come in. Let me tell Lance you are here and see if he is up to company. Just wait here in the living room for a minute.\u201d<\/p>\n
She went up the stairs quickly to speak to Lance. When she told him his friends were downstairs, Lance brightened immediately. \u201cWow, how did Little Joe get them to come here instead of the rodeo?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat makes you think it was Little Joe\u2019s idea?\u201d she asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause I know the others and I know Little Joe.\u201d He replied confidently. \u201cAnyway, send them up, please. Is there some of the cake and home-made ice cream left?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOf course, I will send them up and bring up some refreshments shortly. Just don\u2019t you overdo it, Lance.\u201d She said as she left the room. \u201cOkay, you can go on up now,\u201d she told the children. As they walked past her, she noticed that Sam Harris had a black eye. She asked, Billy, another close friend of Lance and Little Joe, \u201cWhat happened to Sam?\u201d<\/p>\n
Billy laughed and replied, \u201cSam took a little convincing that he would rather come to see Lance than go to that ol\u2019 rodeo, Ma\u2019am.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd just who did the convincing?\u201d Mrs. Jurgens asked with a smile, though she figured she knew the answer.<\/p>\n
\u201cLittle Joe, M\u2019aam. He can be VERY persuasive when he needs to be.\u201d Billy said with a smile. Mrs. Jurgens laughed and waved Billy on to Lance\u2019s room, and she went out to the kitchen to prepare refreshments. Sounds of laughter and merriment quickly filled the house. An hour later when the Doctor arrived, he announced that the visit had done Lance more good than all his medicines had done. Later, as Mrs. Jurgens told the story to her husband, they discussed that although he often got Lance in some kind of mischief, they couldn\u2019t ask for a better friend for Lance than Little Joe Cartwright.<\/p>\n
*****<\/p>\n
When she came out of her reverie, she knew that she had to go do something to help Little Joe and his family. Surely there must be something that could be done, short of the drastic plan that Doctor Martin and Joe\u2019s father were considering. She didn\u2019t blame them, she would try that, too, if nothing else worked, but she wanted an opportunity to try another way, first. \u201cLance, Lance, wake up, Honey. I need you to do something for me.\u201d She said, a plan forming in her mind. \u201cGo to Mrs. Hutchins\u2019 house and get a dozen fresh eggs and go to the root cellar and bring me some milk.\u201d Lance looked surprised, his friend was sick and she was fixin\u2019 to start cooking? That made no sense.<\/p>\n
\u201cMa, what are you going to make?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI am going to make all Little Joe\u2019s favorite desserts, Lance, every single one of \u2019em. If that doesn\u2019t work to get \u2018im to eat\u2014I\u2019ll put that tube down him myself. Now you get a move on, ya hear? We gots lots to do. Oh, bring in about 3 pounds of butter from the cellar, too. Now get a move on, Lance. We only have all night.\u201d<\/p>\n
Lance, accustomed to obeying his mother, said, \u201cYes Ma\u2019am\u201d enthusiastically. The next morning, Lance and Mrs. Jurgens drove up to the Ponderosa early. Mrs. Jurgens jumped off the wagon and Lance began to unload dishes and covered pots and boxes. Ben, Hoss, and Adam came out into the yard to see what was going on.<\/p>\n
\u201cLance, Hannah, hello, what is going on here?\u201d Ben asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cHi, Ben, How is Little Joe this morning?\u201d<\/p>\n
Ben answered, \u201cAbout the same. No better, anyway.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHas he eaten anything yet today?\u201d she asked, still unpacking the wagon and piling up cartons on Lance\u2019s and Hoss\u2019s outstretched arms.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo, not yet. I was just going to try again.\u201d Ben said, looking at her, wondering what in the world she was doing.<\/p>\n
\u201cBen do you mind if I give it a go? Lance has told me everything that has been going on. I would like to try to help if I may.\u201d She said, looking at Ben as if she knew he would say yes, which of course he did. He would have been wasting his time to say no. He was sure of that. Mrs. Jurgens directed Hoss and Lance to put all the cartons in the kitchen, except one small one which she put in her bag and then she proceeded up the stairs, to Joe\u2019s room.<\/p>\n
Mrs. Jurgens quietly came into Joe\u2019s room and closed the door softly. She could see Joe lying in his bed, already so pale and thin that it just broke her heart. She sat in the chair next to his bed and looked down on him, thinking of the day\u2014oh, so long ago\u2014when Little Joe Cartwright had first entered her family\u2019s lives. Joe and Lance had known each other for several weeks and Lance had talked a lot about Joe Cartwright and had pointed him out at church one time, but they had not had a chance to meet him or his family. She had heard that Mr. Cartwright was a widower with two older sons, and Joe, only 5 when his mother had died. On this day, Joe had decided he had had enough of staying home with their housekeeper, Hop Sing, while his father and brothers were off branding from before he got up in the morning until after he went to bed at night. He had showed up at Lance\u2019s house alone, riding his own pony. Lance had smuggled Joe into their house; both boys convinced that Joe wouldn\u2019t even be noticed among all his 7 brothers and sisters.<\/p>\n
Her eyes had fixed on him immediately when the compact, yet sturdy looking little boy had slid into a chair at the table. Joe had smiled at her winningly and held his plate out to her, just like the other 7 children. She had managed not to laugh at them, instead, then, as always after that, she had fed him, giving him both nourishment for his body, but also nurturance for his small child\u2019s need for a mother. She smiled at the memory of that curly-haired little boy and saw the ghost of him in the young man lying in the bed.<\/p>\n
She gently stroked his soft curls from his forehead and Joe startled awake. \u201cHey, Mrs. Jurgens,\u201d he murmured to her.<\/p>\n
\u201cJoseph. What is this I hear about your not eating?\u201d She tried to look stern, but his pale skin and tired eyes wrung her heart.<\/p>\n
\u201cI can\u2019t Mrs. J. It hurts too much\u2014it\u2019s easier if I don\u2019t eat.\u201d Joseph said, almost in a whisper.<\/p>\n
\u201cJoseph Francis Cartwright, since when have you ever done anything the easy way?\u201d<\/p>\n
Joe gave her a half-hearted smile and shrugged his shoulders. He studied her face, small, tiny lines had appeared over the years he had known her, but she still held a special place in his heart. He, too, remembered many happy times at her house. He vaguely remembered how she would kiss him goodnight and tuck him in when he slept at Lance\u2019s\u2013it was always somehow different from the way his Pa did it. He remembered that Lance had accused him one time of liking his mother better than him.<\/p>\n
\u201cJoe, you have to eat. You won\u2019t make it if you don\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n
Joe turned his head away from her, the pain had become so persistent that he didn\u2019t really care if he lived or not. Her hand reached out and she turned his face back to look at her.<\/p>\n
\u201cJoe, we aren\u2019t going to lose you, not now, not ever. Do you know what it would do to Lance? To your father and brothers? To everyone who loves you?\u201d She watched his expression to see how her words had affected him. He seemed to be shutting them out. She then decided it was time to use her ace in the hole, \u201cJoe, what would your mother want you to do?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMaybe Mama wants me to do this. Maybe she wants me to come join her now.\u201d Joe cast his eyes at his mother\u2019s picture on the bedside table.<\/p>\n
\u201cJoseph, no mother would ever want that. Your Mama would want you to try to get better, to be here to take care of everyone. Who is going to make Lance laugh? You are the only one who can do that, you know that as well as I do. Who\u2019s the only one who can get Hoss to even speak to a girl? You know you are. Do you want him to grow old and lonely? And who is the one who brightens up my day each and every time he walks through my door? And Joe, what about your Pa? Who can make him forget his grief and loss and make him happy? You, Joe, and only you. Your Mama would never take you away from so many people who love you and need you, especially the ones she loves, too.\u201d She saw that Joe had tears in his eyes\u2014she had reached him. She had to take advantage of the opportunity now. She leaned over to her bag and pulled out a small covered dish. She opened it carefully and grabbed a spoon from Joe\u2019s bedside table. \u201cNow here, Joe, I brought you some of my special vanilla pudding that you like so much. It is nice and smooth and may not be so hard to swallow.\u201d<\/p>\n
Joe considered her thoughtfully for a moment. Her face was composed but he could see the tension in her, the worry and concern for him. He decided to try one more time, despite the pain in his stomach. Mrs. Jurgens gave him the pudding very, very slowly. She stopped feeding him and talked to him quietly when he became nauseated, until the feeling passed. She held his hands when the pain in his stomach grew worse. She put her arms around him and hugged him when he managed to finish the dish of pudding without throwing up.<\/p>\n
Ben had gone upstairs to see what was going on after Mrs. Jurgens had been upstairs for half an hour. He stopped at the door and ever so slowly, opened the door and peeked in. He saw Mrs. Jurgens sitting on Joe\u2019s bed, hugging him, encouraging him to eat, talking to him, always positive, and just for a minute, he remembered how he used to watch Marie coax baby Joseph to eat. Marie had always been the one who could get him to eat. No one else had the patience necessary to get him to eat without making him feel rushed or pressured. That was what Mrs. Jurgens had done, instinctively, she had found the way that was like his mother. Ben stood there and stared at the two of them for a long time, tears silently rolling down his face. Thanks to a mother\u2019s love, his son would recover.<\/p>\n
*****<\/p>\n
Chapter 15<\/h3>\n
<\/p>\n
Mrs. Jurgens stayed at the Ponderosa for two weeks, sending Lance back and forth with messages for her husband, for clean clothes, for recipes, etc. Hop Sing was ever so glad to prepare any of the dishes she suggested, and he also made Joe\u2019s favorite recipes from his own repertoire. Joe graduated from milk- or cheese-based desserts to other protein rich, calorie rich soft foods. By the end of two weeks, the pain was reduced to a tolerable level and Joe was beginning to \u201ccome back\u201d. She knew he was going to make it when he started getting grouchy and cranky. When he fussed, she laughed and teased him, saying \u201cWho do you think you are talking to, young man? I know you better than you know yourself.\u201d<\/p>\n
Sheriff Coffee rode out one day to tell the Cartwrights that they had captured the two people who had robbed and stabbed him and the woman had been wearing Little Joe\u2019s locket. Joe was so glad to get the locket. Although he didn\u2019t tell Mrs. Jurgens, he had pretended that she was his mother when she was caring for him. Doctor Martin offered Mrs. Jurgens a job anytime she wanted it. But she said she would reserve her skills for certain \u201cdifficult\u201d patients. Even Joe laughed at that. On the day that Lance had come to drive his mother home, he was sitting in Joe\u2019s room talking to him. Joe said he sure hated to see his mother leave. \u201cWhat about me, Joe? Don\u2019t you hate to see me leave?\u201d<\/p>\n
Joe looked at him mischievously and said, \u201cNah, you know I just like you for your mother, anyhow.\u201d Joe and Lance both laughed.<\/p>\n
Ben Cartwright took Lance\u2019s mother\u2019s bags to the buckboard and helped her into the buggy. He looked at her with tears of joy and relief and gratitude in his eyes. \u201cThank you for saving my son. We all thank you from the bottom of our hearts. You will always have a place in our hearts.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mrs. Jurgens looked at Ben and said, \u201cJoseph is a special person, Ben, he touched my heart the very first time I laid eyes on him and that hasn\u2019t changed over the years. He has touched so many hearts, Ben. I am happy that I could help. After all, every famiy\u2019s gotta have a heart.\u201d<\/p>\n
***The End***<\/p>\n
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