{"id":46665,"date":"2023-12-24T20:20:06","date_gmt":"2023-12-25T01:20:06","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/bonanzabrand.info\/library\/?p=46665"},"modified":"2025-09-25T15:37:20","modified_gmt":"2025-09-25T19:37:20","slug":"silent-as-the-snow-by-mcfair_58","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/bonanzabrand.info\/library\/?p=46665","title":{"rendered":"Silent as the Snow (by mcfair_58)"},"content":{"rendered":"

Bonanza
\n~*~*~ Advent Calendar\u00a0~*~*~
\n* Day 5*<\/span><\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

Summary:\u00a0 With Little Joe, following his heart often leads to trouble.
\nRating:\u00a0 G
\nWords:\u00a0 2,050<\/p>\n

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Silent as the Snow<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

It was going to kill him.\u00a0\u00a0There was no way around it.<\/p>\n

One.<\/p>\n

Two.<\/p>\n

Three\u2026<\/p>\n

Seventeen-year-old Joe Cartwright counted to ten before shifting his half-frozen body.\u00a0\u00a0He gritted his teeth as he forced one heavily-clad arm to move; to reach up.\u00a0\u00a0Then, with infinite care \u2013 as if shifting a bottle of nitro from one shelf to the next \u2013 he brushed the accumulation of cold white flakes off his long black lashes and looked up.<\/p>\n

Silent, and soft, and slow descends the snow.<\/p>\n

Oh, yeah.\u00a0\u00a0He forgot one.<\/p>\n

Scary.<\/p>\n

Adam was really fond of that poem.\u00a0\u00a0It was written by a fellow with a funny name \u2013 Wadsworth.\u00a0\u00a0The poem was about snowflakes and had been published in the Territorial Enterprise the year before.\u00a0\u00a0Older brother had walked around the house for a whole month reciting it \u2013 softly, slowly, but mostly annoyingly \u2013 all the while adding even more verses, each and every dang one of them so full of words that started with the letter \u2018S\u2019 that he started to sound like a snake.<\/p>\n

Joe chuckled.<\/p>\n

There were three more.<\/p>\n

\u2018S\u2019 words, that is.<\/p>\n

The weary teenager grunted as he turned the collar of his blue plaid coat up to stave off the bitter wind that blew through his less-than-ideal hidey hole; framed on both sides with withered buckbrush.\u00a0\u00a0Joe glanced sideways and swallowed hard.\u00a0\u00a0The last time he\u2019d looked it had still been there \u2013 the corpse of the horse he\u2019d been riding.\u00a0\u00a0In less than five minutes it had vanished beneath the white stuff.\u00a0\u00a0Thank God Cochise had thrown a shoe and he\u2019d been forced to leave him behind!\u00a0\u00a0It sure would have been a less than ideal Christmas present to lose his favorite horse on an errand that he\u2019d been an idiot to undertake in the first place.<\/p>\n

Of course, losing his\u00a0life<\/i>\u00a0on that errand was even stupider.<\/p>\n

Joe snorted.\u00a0\u00a0Another one!<\/p>\n

If \u2018stupider\u2019 was a word.<\/p>\n

He was sure older brother would know.<\/p>\n

He sure\u00a0wished\u00a0<\/i>older brother was here.<\/p>\n

Joe sniffed.\u00a0\u00a0No.\u00a0\u00a0No, he didn\u2019t.\u00a0\u00a0He didn\u2019t want Adam to die.<\/p>\n

He<\/i>\u00a0didn\u2019t want to die.<\/p>\n

But he was gonna.<\/p>\n

Joe\u2019s green eyes shifted back to the constant cascade of sparkling flakes that descended; falling from the sky and filling the world with white.<\/p>\n

Silent.<\/p>\n

Soft.<\/p>\n

Slow.<\/p>\n

Scary.<\/p>\n

The teenager blew out a breath.<\/p>\n

And sinister.<\/p>\n

He needed to move.\u00a0\u00a0If he didn\u2019t, he was gonna be buried just like Soppy.\u00a0\u00a0Joe\u2019s nose wrinkled with amusement.\u00a0\u00a0Yeah, he\u2019d named his horse \u2018Soppy\u2019, because that was how he was feeling when he left Cochise behind at the livery.\u00a0\u00a0The seventeen-year-old blew out a breath that the bitter wind carried away in a cloud.\u00a0\u00a0Maybe he should have named him \u2018Slippery\u2019 since that was what the dang fool horse did \u2013 slip!\u00a0\u00a0For gosh sakes! It was the night before Christmas and there wasn\u2019t a snowball\u2019s chance in Hell that he would make it home in time to celebrate the holiday with his family.\u00a0\u00a0Joe shivered and pulled his lightweight coat closer about his trembling frame.<\/p>\n

Then again Pa probably wouldn\u2019t\u00a0want<\/i>\u00a0him to come home if he found out what kind of an idiot he had been!<\/p>\n

It was silly really.\u00a0\u00a0Joe snorted.\u00a0\u00a0Now there\u00a0<\/i>was an \u2018S\u2019 word that pretty well fit his current situation!\u00a0\u00a0They\u2019d been in the settlement the week before \u2013 all four of them.\u00a0\u00a0For some reason Pa chose the mercantile as the place to rendezvous before heading back to the Ponderosa.\u00a0\u00a0The\u00a0\u00a0store\u2019s windows were all done up for Christmas and right smack dab in the middle of the window was the most beautiful bouquet of gilt-edged dried red roses he had ever seen. Pa saw them too.\u00a0\u00a0The older man stood staring at the bouquet for the longest time before remarking with a sigh, \u201cHow Marie would have loved those for Christmas.\u201d<\/p>\n

He\u2019d tried to fight it.\u00a0\u00a0Honestly, he had.\u00a0\u00a0In fact, he\u2019d fought the impulse all the way up to the dawn of Christmas Eve Day \u2013 which for him was pretty dang amazing! Then, he couldn\u2019t fight it anymore.\u00a0\u00a0Joe blinked to free his long dark lashes of ice crystals, which were all that was left of the tears he had shed. It had been a few years since he\u2019d taken his mama a Christmas present and he\u2019d determined right there and then that\u00a0this\u00a0<\/i>was the year he was going to make it right! He\u2019d lied to his pa and his brothers; told them he was taking presents to a couple of his friends.\u00a0\u00a0He promised he would be back by supper so he could ride into the settlement with them for the church service.<\/p>\n

That had been this morning, just as the sun was rising.\u00a0\u00a0The sun was setting now; its rosy light shining bright on the cut-crystal edges of the snowflakes that drifted down.<\/p>\n

Soon, it would be dark.<\/p>\n

Soon, it would be night.<\/p>\n

Silent night.<\/p>\n

Joe shifted again and grunted, this time running his hand along his left leg and down to his frozen foot.\u00a0\u00a0It was frozen on account of the fact that he\u2019d had to remove his boot so it didn\u2019t cut off the circulation.\u00a0\u00a0He\u2019d felt Soppy goin\u2019 down on a patch of ice and sprung from the saddle \u2013 only his left foot chose not to come with him.\u00a0\u00a0Lucky for him, the force of impact snapped the cinch and the whole dang thing came off, otherwise the ankle would have been broken instead of sprained.\u00a0\u00a0As it was, he was pretty well hobbled.\u00a0\u00a0He\u2019d tried walking earlier, but it had proven to be what older brother liked to call a \u2018lesson in futility\u2019.\u00a0\u00a0He\u2019d made it maybe a hundred feet before he couldn\u2019t take the pain and collapsed, which left him where he was now \u2013 sitting beside the road in the middle of a pair of scratchy buckbushes.\u00a0\u00a0The teenager bit his lip as he moved his aching body again.\u00a0\u00a0Of course, that wouldn\u2019t have been so bad if he\u2019d been anywhere\u00a0close<\/i>\u00a0to where he was supposed to be.\u00a0\u00a0His Pa and his brothers would take the main road.\u00a0\u00a0If he\u2019d been on it, or even on the road he\u2019d lied about taking, there might have been a chance of rescue.\u00a0\u00a0But he didn\u2019t and he wasn\u2019t.<\/p>\n

No one knew where he was.<\/p>\n

No one was gonna find him, at least not until he was just one more icicle.<\/p>\n

Joe looked up again and blinked as another round of snowflakes settled on his lashes.\u00a0\u00a0The storm had come out of nowhere as it often did in the Sierras.\u00a0\u00a0It had been clear when he left for the settlement and clear when he bought the roses, but by the time he headed out he knew he was in trouble.\u00a0\u00a0He should have stayed put, but no, gilded red roses in hand he\u2019d taken off like some little kid too dumb to know his back from his front and headed straight for his mama\u2019s grave.<\/p>\n

Stupid.<\/p>\n

The teenager winced.<\/p>\n

That was an \u2018S\u2019 word he seemed to hear a lot.<\/p>\n

He supposed he really should try to get up and move around; do\u00a0something<\/i>\u00a0to keep the blood from freezing in his veins.\u00a0\u00a0By now his foot would be numb, so he probably wouldn\u2019t feel the pain if he tried to walk.\u00a0\u00a0Trouble was, he didn\u2019t want to.\u00a0\u00a0What he wanted to do was go to sleep.\u00a0\u00a0It was funny how a man who was freezing to death felt all warm and toasty, like he was leaning over a crackling fire reaching for a graniteware pot brim full of steaming hot coffee.\u00a0\u00a0Maybe if he tried to reach for something…something like the pile of bruised and broken red roses that lay just beyond his reach, their gilt edges glinting in the dying rays of the sun.<\/p>\n

Was he dying?<\/p>\n

No.\u00a0\u00a0Not dying.\u00a0\u00a0Not yet.\u00a0\u00a0But he was weary to the bone.<\/p>\n

Maybe if he could just\u2026.<\/p>\n

Silent.<\/p>\n

Soft.<\/p>\n

Slow.<\/p>\n

Scary.<\/p>\n

Sinister.<\/p>\n

Sleep.<\/p>\n

Joe jerked awake and tossed his head, dislodging handfuls of snow that fell from his chestnut curls and slid silently to the dusky purple-blue ground.<\/p>\n

Can\u2019t\u2026sleep.\u00a0\u00a0Have to\u2026.<\/p>\n

The teenager\u2019s numb brain reached for the word, just like he wanted to reach for those roses.<\/p>\n

Have to\u2026.<\/p>\n

Struggle.<\/p>\n

I have to\u00a0survive!<\/i><\/p>\n

Joe focused on the roses.\u00a0\u00a0They\u2019d been buried by that snowfall \u2013 all but one.\u00a0\u00a0Its shining head poked out of the dark stuff, gleaming; pointing like a beacon to the west, toward the special place he shared with his dead mother.\u00a0\u00a0He blinked and sniffed and then, the weary young man smiled.<\/p>\n

\u201cOne way or the other, mama.\u00a0\u00a0I\u2019ll be seein\u2019 you soon.\u201d<\/p>\n

It took everything that was in him \u2013 probably\u00a0more<\/i>\u00a0than was in him \u2013 for Joe to climb to his feet.\u00a0\u00a0He swayed from side to side as he looked around for some kind of prop, at last finding a broken branch substantial enough to bear his weight.\u00a0\u00a0Then, strong-willed, stiff-necked, stubborn and still\u00a0<\/i>alive,\u00a0<\/i>Little Joe Cartwright headed for the lake and his mother\u2019s grave, rose in hand.<\/p>\n

All the while silent, and soft, and slow descended the snow.<\/p>\n

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Ben Cartwright held his breath as he reached out to touch his youngest child\u2019s frozen face.\u00a0\u00a0He had known where he would find him.\u00a0\u00a0Hop Sing was searching the ranch.\u00a0\u00a0Adam insisted on riding into the settlement.\u00a0\u00a0No doubt Hoss was on his way back from Seth\u2019s by now.\u00a0\u00a0Him?\u00a0\u00a0Without a thought, he had ridden hard and fast for the lake.\u00a0\u00a0The heart-broken father glanced at the single rose clasped in his boy\u2019s frost-nipped fingers \u2013 a painful reminder of his own foolish sentimentality; a foolishness that sent his son on an errand that led to his death.<\/p>\n

Then, a miracle!\u00a0\u00a0The supple skin beneath his gloved hand shifted.\u00a0\u00a0Joe\u2019s eyes opened and his pallid lips parted.\u00a0\u00a0The boy\u2019s voice was dry as the soft, silent snow it broke upon.<\/p>\n

\u201cP\u2026pa?\u201d<\/p>\n

Already he was wrapping his child in a warm woolen blanket, pulling it around Joe\u2019s quivering shoulders while reaching for the flask he had brought with him; a flask filled with a rich warm liquid that could bring life.<\/p>\n

\u201cYes, son?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201c\u2026mama\u2019s rose\u2026.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s here.\u201d\u00a0\u00a0Ben picked up the gilded rose and held it close to his son\u2019s face.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u201cYour mother knows that it \u2013 and you \u2013 are here.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIs it\u2026Christmas yet?\u201d<\/p>\n

Ben nodded as he took the flask and pressed it against the boy\u2019s lips.\u00a0\u00a0\u201cYes, it\u2019s Christmas.\u00a0\u00a0Your brothers are home by now.\u00a0\u00a0They\u2019re waiting for you.\u00a0\u00a0So is Hop Sing.\u201d<\/p>\n

Joe swallowed some of the warm liquid.\u00a0\u00a0He seemed to savor its effect before speaking.\u00a0\u00a0\u201cI\u2019m\u2026sorry, Pa.\u00a0\u00a0Are you\u2026mad?\u201d<\/p>\n

Mad?<\/p>\n

How could he be?<\/p>\n

\u201cNo, Joe, I\u2019m not mad.\u00a0\u00a0I\u2019m grateful.\u00a0\u00a0Your love brought you here, and your mother\u2019s love protected you until I could come.\u00a0\u00a0Now, let\u2019s get you home where you\u2019ll be safe.\u201d<\/p>\n

Safe.<\/p>\n

Shielded.<\/p>\n

Sheltered.<\/p>\n

Secure.<\/p>\n

Saved.<\/p>\n

It took him a few minutes to get Joe up and on Buck\u2019s back.\u00a0\u00a0As he settled into the saddle behind his son, Ben turned for one last look at the grave of his beloved wife.\u00a0\u00a0The single red rose that remained unbroken rested on a field of white before the marble stone, gleaming bright as the tears of gratitude in his eyes.<\/p>\n

Softly they fell \u2013 his tears \u2013 like the white flakes whirling in a slow, silent dance around them.<\/p>\n

Silent as the snow.<\/p>\n

———————————————-<\/p>\n

Prompt: “Silent, and soft, and slow descends the snow” Snow-flakes<\/a> by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow<\/i><\/p>\n

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*Author\u2019s note:\u00a0\u00a0Longfellow\u2019s poem, from which my prompt was taken, was not published until 1863.\u00a0\u00a0I moved its publication back a bit in time to be able to use a younger, more impulsive Little Joe.<\/p>\n

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Link to 2023 Bonanza Brand Advent Calendar – Day 6 – Jingle Bull<\/a> by ElayneA<\/p>\n

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