Synopsis:<\/b>\u00a0A young, stuffy (er) Adam spends his Christmas with a college friend and has encounters his crazy sister Peanut, um, Penelope.
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The Angel and the Cowboy<\/strong><\/p>\n <\/p>\n Miss Penelope Bradford of\u00a0the<\/i>\u00a0Bradfords of Boston and South Adams, was attempting to preserve some semblance of proper decorum by not pressing her face against her bedroom window to peer outside into the snow as she longed to do when she caught sight of the carriage in the distance. Of course, the little speck of black on the all-white landscape immediately pushed all thoughts of propriety right out of her head, because, after all, what did any of that matter when she was finally going to see her brother again after months apart? She squashed her nose against the cold glass and squinted into the distance, hoping to make out the carriage\u2019s occupant and see Dickie\u2019s face.<\/p>\n Unfortunately, her breath fogged up the glass in seconds so she couldn\u2019t see much of anything. Penelope impatiently threw open her window and stuck her face out into the chill of a Berkshire Hills December. Right away, a stiff wind caused the few remaining strands of her hair that hadn\u2019t already fallen out of this morning\u2019s attempt at a hairstyle to finally give up and tumble down into her face. And she was sure the cold had turned her cheeks and nose a nice red. But none of this mattered since Dickie was arriving home today on his holiday break from school.<\/p>\n She huffed in irritation at the discovery that she still couldn\u2019t quite see into the carriage and looked around for ideas. Her eyes fell on the ledge beneath her window and she stared at it in a thoughtful way. Her bedroom was located on the top floor and her large window overlooked the front of the house. It gave her a wonderful view of Maplewood\u2019s large front drive and any approaching visitors. In fact, the window and its view were the reasons she\u2019d chosen this room when she\u2019d come to live here as a child. What she hadn\u2019t considered then, but was definitely considering now, was the ledge underneath her window that stretched out at least fifteen feet and slanted down slightly to shield the front steps from the forces of nature.<\/p>\n She knew a few feet wouldn\u2019t really make a difference in her ability to see into the rapidly approaching carriage, but she was eager to see her brother again. The thought of Dickie\u2019s smile when she greeted him from high above was enough to spur her to action.<\/p>\n She lifted her skirts high, showing to anybody who cared to look her stocking-encased legs, and climbed carefully over the windowsill and out onto the ledge. She paused for less than a second to consider her grandmother\u2019s probable reaction to this incident if it were discovered and continued on her way. The thought did cause her to frown however.<\/p>\n Getting caught would undoubtedly result in a lecture from both grandparents on proper behavior and the respect due the Bradford name, not to mention the cold, disapproving stares from Granmama that Penelope would be sure to receive for at least as week. The Bradfords, they would remind her, had come over on the Mayflower and had never had the slightest scandal connected to the family. They did not intend for her to cause a scandal with her, well, scandalous, lack of attention to propriety whenever some impulse struck her fancy. But the possible benefits outweighed the risks, Penelope reminded herself with a smile and a quick look at the carriage.<\/p>\n Very carefully, she let go of her window casing and stepped more fully onto the ledge. She immediately shivered as another cold wind hit her straight on and blew up her skirt, exposing her legs yet again, this time well above her knees. One hand grabbed for the window frame to hold herself steady while the other desperately tried to hold down her dress. She was grateful her cheeks were already red from the cold.<\/p>\n Another breeze nearly blew her over and it took her several minutes to steady herself. Penelope was just thinking that perhaps this had not been one of her better ideas and was turning around to go back when she unwisely placed her foot on a patch of ice and lost her balance. She was facedown in a pile of snow near the bottom of the ledge before she\u2019d even realized what she\u2019d done. She shivered again, and this time it wasn\u2019t entirely from the cold, though in fact some snow had found its way up her skirt and into her drawers.<\/p>\n Snow had never seemed so cold.<\/p>\n “OK, Penelope, don\u2019t panic,” she whispered to herself, taking a deep breath. “You\u2019re not going to freeze to death because there\u2019s ice in your knickers.” This made her giggle insanely for a moment, then she laughed even harder to think of her grandmother\u2019s face if she\u2019d been there for Penelope to tell her the state of her underwear.<\/p>\n When she\u2019d calmed down, she glanced around carefully to see what could be done. The jingling of a harness from somewhere below reminded her that she was not alone. She\u2019d forgotten about the carriage entirely. This was hardly how she wanted to meet Dickie again, she thought and huffed into the ice near her nose.<\/p>\n A happy laugh below made her smile though, because it meant Dickie was home. An answering whisper startled her. She cocked her head and listened intently as Dickie, and apparently someone else, walked up the front steps.<\/p>\n “Of course my family will welcome you,” Dickie was reassuring someone in a friendly way.<\/p>\n “But no one wants uninvited visitors around the holidays,” a deep voice replied, making Penelope curious. “I shouldn\u2019t have let you convince me to come.”<\/p>\n “Nonsense, you\u2019re very welcome at Maplewood, especially at Christmas. It\u2019s my sister\u2019s favorite time of year.” Dickie\u2019s voice was quivering slightly, which meant he wasn\u2019t so sure. “Now, come in and meet my family. And relax,” he laughed, “even if no one else likes you my sister certainly will. She\u2019ll be eager to spread the Christmas cheer.”<\/p>\n “After all the stories you\u2019ve told me about her, I think I\u2019m eager to meet her too.” The stranger answered, sounding serious enough. Penelope returned the sentiment; she was eager to meet Dickie\u2019s friend as well. The only problem was she was stuck on an icy ledge one story above him and might be that way for some time.<\/p>\n She could hear them talking distantly as she thought about getting down.<\/p>\n “What about the luggage?” The stranger asked and she heard Dickie laugh gently in reply.<\/p>\n “You\u2019re not on your ranch anymore, Adam. A servant will bring them in.” There was a moment of silence before the other man responded.<\/p>\n “Of course,” he said quietly, but then added in a somewhat sarcastic voice, “how foolish of me.”<\/p>\n Dickie chuckled warmly.<\/p>\n “I\u2019m only kidding, Adam. I\u2019ll go get them.” There was the crunch of footsteps on snow. Penelope waited to hear it, but the other man did not laugh in return. Even more curious now, she glanced around her again.<\/p>\n A crooked roof tile was sticking out through the piles of snow above her head. Short of calling for help, it appeared to be her best chance of getting out of her situation, and she wasn\u2019t quite ready to face her grandmother\u2019s disapproval yet. She wrapped her hands around the tile and pulled with all her might.<\/p>\n It broke off.<\/p>\n With a tiny scream, Penelope slid down the last few feet of ledge. She only managed not to fall onto the ground below by catching onto the gutter with both hands. Then she grimaced as at least half of the piles of snow came down with her, most of it pouring over the top of her head and down the back of her dress. With a faint smile, she wished that some of it would form a nice, soft pile beneath her to cushion her fall.<\/p>\n “What the hell?” she heard the deep-voiced man exclaim and then the sound of running footsteps.<\/p>\n “Penelope!” Dickie whispered in seeming shock from somewhere out of her line of vision just as her hold gave way. She thought that the stranger might have uttered another swear word, but she couldn\u2019t be sure. She only had time for the briefest impression of a pair of wide brown eyes before she landed on him and they both hit the ground.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n ~~~~~<\/p>\n “Oh, I am sorry!” Penelope said in a rush the minute she could breathe again. She looked herself over quickly. She wasn\u2019t really hurt, just winded, since Dickie\u2019s friend had been so nice as to catch her. She really should thank him, she thought and turned her attention to the gentlemen lying underneath her.<\/p>\n He appeared to be asleep, though she wasn\u2019t really sure. Penelope peered interestedly down into his face. He had dark hair, which had probably been smoothed back before their fall, and neatly arching eyebrows that were drawn together into a frown over a pair of eyes with the longest lashes she\u2019d ever seen on a man.<\/p>\n “Didn\u2019t think there was a horse on the Ponderosa that could throw me,” he mumbled suddenly and Penelope jumped.<\/p>\n “Is he all right, do you think, Richard? He seems to think he\u2019s been thrown by a horse,” Penelope asked her hovering brother. He grinned.<\/p>\n “I should think so. Adam goes on about his home in Nevada any chance he gets.”<\/p>\n “Should we get a doctor?”<\/p>\n “I\u2019m all right, Joe. I don\u2019t need a doctor,” the stranger answered her. Now even more worried, Penelope pushed against his chest to wake him up. His eyes flew open and he stared up at her silently for several moments. Then he sighed, his frown disappearing.<\/p>\n “Did you land on me when you fell from heaven?” he asked in a dazed whisper. Penelope frowned up at her brother briefly before turning back to the stranger with a wicked smile. Before she could even think of how to respond to\u00a0that<\/i>, his frown returned, making him look almost petulant. He looked at one of the fallen strands of her hair, which she realized were now wet with melted snow. “Angels do not have wet hair in the paintings,” he commented.<\/p>\n “I doubt they have red, runny noses either,” Penelope said on a sigh. Dickie burst out laughing.<\/p>\n “I think you\u2019ve cracked his head, Peanut. I\u2019ve never heard Adam talk this way. He\u2019s normally a very serious fellow.” There was a half-smile on his face, but his hands checked his friend\u2019s head for injuries as smoothly as the doctor he one day wanted to become. He leaned over his friend to peer into his eyes. His friend -Adam, she mentally corrected herself- stared at them, and then shook his head as if to clear it.<\/p>\n “Richard?” he asked, “Where am I?” He had apparently come to his senses and Penelope was a little disappointed. He had been quite charming for a while. It was nice to think that for a moment someone had thought her angelic.<\/p>\n “We\u2019re at my family\u2019s home in South Adams, Massachusetts,” Dickie answered him. “Do you remember?”<\/p>\n After a minute, Adam nodded. Satisfied for the moment that her savior wasn\u2019t seriously harmed, Penelope turned her attention to her brother.<\/p>\n “Dickie, you\u2019re home!” she cried happily and he smiled down at her. “I\u2019ve missed you so much. You have to tell me what fun you\u2019ve been up to these last months,” she demanded immediately.<\/p>\n “Of course I will, Peanut. But perhaps first, you could tell me what you were doing up there?” Dickie didn\u2019t sound particularly anxious; he just seemed mildly curious. Of course, this was hardly her first such incident, though it was the first time she could remember falling out of the sky. Adam made a grunting sound, but she ignored him as she wondered how best to tell her story and not make herself sound as crazy as people sometimes said she was.<\/p>\n “Well\u2026it\u2019s sort of a long story\u2026” she began.<\/p>\n “In that case, would you mind getting off of me before you tell it?” their guest interrupted through gritted teeth. Penelope turned to stare at him in amazement. His tone had been quite rude; he could not have been talking to her. But his eyes were glittering fiercely with temper. It was remarkable.<\/p>\n “What?” she asked stupidly, wanting to see his flash of anger once more and at the same time not quite believing that he was openly showing his temper. Gentlemen simply did not do that with ladies nearby. At least those she knew did not.<\/p>\n “Get off me!” he snapped irritably in her face.<\/p>\n “Oh, of course.” Penelope gathered her skirts and tried to hide her red face. In truth, she had forgotten she was still sitting on the man. Her legs were showing as well. She gulped and moved quickly. Of course, as fascinating as the rare sight of someone other than herself or Richard in a temper was, he had still been quite rude. Her elbow managed to end up in his ribs in a not-quite accident as she struggled to rise. He grunted again. “Oh, I am sorry,” she said, and thought she sounded quite convincing.<\/p>\n He did not acknowledge her apology as he accepted Richard\u2019s offered hand and pulled himself up off the ground. Perhaps they did not have manners out West. The thought of a place without polite strictures made her grin. Adam\u2019s quiet thanks to her brother quite ruined her theory however, and her grin fell.<\/p>\n “You\u2019re covered in snow, Adam,” Dickie commented on a laugh and both Adam and Penelope\u2019s eyes dropped to his wet clothes. The suit looked new and slightly ill fitting to Penelope, though cut from expensive material. If it was ruined she had probably done him a favor. While he was brushing off the snow that hadn\u2019t melted yet, stopping occasionally to glare at her, Penelope was picturing him dressed as the cowboys in those little booklets about the Wild West always dressed. That was much better, much more in line with that flash of temper. She was debating whether or not to add a gun to her mental picture when he began to rub his backside with both hands.<\/p>\n “Are you all right?” she asked, her concern returning.<\/p>\n “I\u2019m just dandy!” he growled down at her. Her eyes widened.<\/p>\n “So you rub your bottom in public all the time?” she asked innocently. Adam made a choking sound, then his eyes narrowed.<\/p>\n “No, I do not rub my\u2026” He didn\u2019t seem to know how to complete his sentence, though Penelope was very curious to see how he finally would. Unfortunately, Dickie interrupted.<\/p>\n “Really, Adam, Penelope did apologize,” Dickie said, for once not smiling and Adam sighed. Very slowly, he pinched the bridge of his nose and took a deep breath. Then he looked at her. She drew her brows together in a slight frown. There was no trace of his temper now. Apparently, he had regained control of himself. How disappointing.<\/p>\n “It was evidently unwise of me to come to your rescue, Miss Bradford,” he said at last in a coldly sarcastic voice. “If you would just tell me where you plan on falling from in the future, I will be sure to be elsewhere.”<\/p>\n Penelope blinked at the change in his tone. But she knew how to deal with sarcasm- she ignored it.<\/p>\n “So he\u2019s staying with us for the holidays, Dickie?” She acted as if Adam hadn\u2019t spoken. Dickie smiled, but then, the smiles never left his face for long. Their guest\u2019s eyes flashed again briefly and she couldn\u2019t hide her laughter. He evidently didn\u2019t care to be ignored. She must remember to do it again.<\/p>\n “Welcome to Maplewood, Adam,” Dickie said with an amused look and opened the front doors for them.<\/p>\n “Yes, welcome to Maplewood,” Penelope repeated in a softer tone as they entered the house. He stepped quickly ahead of her to walk next to Richard. Slowly, thinking all the while, Penelope closed the doors just as James, the butler, approached to do that very thing and then followed the two men down the hall. She only remembered her less than elegant appearance when her grandmother gasped from the top of the staircase.<\/p>\n ~~~~~<\/p>\n There was nothing for it. With what she hoped was a penitent expression on her face, Penelope turned to face her grandmother as the matriarch of the Bradfords descended the staircase as only that lady could. Her eyes, the exact same shade of gray as Penelope\u2019s swept over her granddaughter in horror, noting, Penelope was sure, every tangle in her hair and every wrinkle in her jumbled skirts. She probably even saw the tears in her stockings through the thick material of her dress.<\/p>\n “Penelope Elizabeth Bradford!” she called out Penelope\u2019s full name reproachfully at the bottom of the stairs and continued towards her at full speed. The two men stopped as she passed them, but for the moment all her attention was focused on Penelope, unfortunately. “What mischief have you been up to now, young lady?” She went on before Penelope could respond to this. She did try to meet her grandmother\u2019s steely gaze, but when Granmama chose to be, she could be very intimidating. “Well? Are you going to tell me?” Granmama\u2019s foot was tapping impatiently on the long carpet that Penelope\u2019s great-grandfather had exported from India years ago when he\u2019d been head of Bradford Shipping.<\/p>\n “I fell in the snow,” Penelope said, truthfully, and decided to try to change the subject. “You see, Granmama, I went outside to see Dickie. He\u2019s home today,” she added unnecessarily. She should have known that her grandmother would not be distracted until she\u2019d had her say.<\/p>\n “You must learn to watch your steps, Penelope,” Granmama scolded, holding up a wet, curly lock of Penelope\u2019s hair. “Are you a savage or a Bradford?”<\/p>\n Here it comes, Penelope sighed inwardly. Dickie was probably laughing silently, and their guest, she frowned, their guest was probably enjoying her discomfiture.<\/p>\n “The Bradfords, Penelope, are an old and proud family. We are first citizens of this country and have a duty to keep our name free of scandal.”<\/p>\n “I know, Granmama,” she spoke, knowing she was expected to answer here.<\/p>\n “I know you try, Penelope.” Granmama unexpectedly softened, stroking Penelope\u2019s cheek with the back of one hand for a moment. Then she straightened up. “But you must try harder. Richard!” She turned to Dickie abruptly, who had indeed been laughing. He controlled himself quickly while Penelope sighed in relief. That had gone better than it could have.<\/p>\n “Richard!” their grandmother said again, in a warmer tone, and gathered him close in a brief hug. Then she stepped away to examine him critically. ” How are your studies? You haven\u2019t been corrupted in Boston, have you? You\u2019ve stayed out of trouble?”<\/p>\n “Yes, Granmama. My studies are going well.” Dickie responded, then winked. “And no, the city hasn\u2019t corrupted me.” His tone was so dry that Penelope felt like giggling. His friend cleared his throat.<\/p>\n Granmama turned to him. Somehow, despite the fact that she had to tilt her head back to look him in the eyes, she gave the impression that she was looking down at him.<\/p>\n “And who is this young man, Richard?”<\/p>\n “Grandmother, this is Adam Cartwright. He\u2019s a friend from school\u2026I invited him to spend the holiday break here at Maplewood.”<\/p>\n “It\u2019s an honor to meet you, Mrs. Bradford,” Adam offered pleasantly, as if he hadn\u2019t just seen her scold her grandchildren. She inclined her head in return.<\/p>\n “Your friend from school is welcome, but Mr. Cartwright doesn\u2019t have a family who will miss him over the holidays?” she asked curiously. Penelope leaned forward eagerly to hear his answer.<\/p>\n “My family lives too great a distance away, Mrs. Bradford. The trip out and back would leave me little time to visit.” Adam answered politely.<\/p>\n “Where are you from, Mr. Cartwright?” Penelope asked, and her grandmother gave her an exasperated look. Adam stiffened visibly.<\/p>\n “I\u2019m from the Nevada Territory. My father owns a ranch out near the Sierra Nevadas.” He made it sound like he was making a declaration.<\/p>\n “The West, Granmama!” Penelope laughed delightedly.<\/p>\n “The West?” Granmama repeated in tones of horror. She didn\u2019t take her eyes off of Adam as if he might suddenly attack her or something. “You mean the place where all those horribly violent stories in those common novels of Penelope\u2019s take place?” She looked Adam over carefully, probably considering the less than perfect state of his clothing and imagining all sorts of nonsense. Penelope decided from Adam\u2019s stony face that he definitely understood the meaning of that look. Over the top of Granmama\u2019s head he shot Penelope a narrow look. She guessed that meant that Granmama\u2019s ideas were her fault. “Well,” Granmama recovered herself at last. “Maybe someday Nevada will be as great as Massachusetts,” she offered politely. Her tone indicated that she didn\u2019t believe a word of it. “Perhaps you can tell us how you like the East at dinner, Mr. Cartwright?”<\/p>\n Penelope waited to see any signs of temper, but he just nodded slowly.<\/p>\n “I would be happy too,” he said, his tone correct. This evidently satisfied Granmama, she moved on to other things.<\/p>\n “Richard, go see your grandfather in the library before you do anything else. He\u2019ll be delighted to see you.”<\/p>\n With an apologetic glance at Adam and a rueful look for Penelope, Dickie obeyed their grandmother\u2019s politely phrased order.<\/p>\n “I need to go see the cook. Penelope, if you would be so kind as to see our guest to the Blue Room for me\u2026”<\/p>\n “Of course, Granmama.” Penelope grinned at Adam who was staring down at her. Her grandmother stepped away.<\/p>\n “When you are done, dear, come see me. Perhaps I can turn you back into something resembling a young lady by dinnertime.” With that comment effectively wiping away Penelope\u2019s smile, she continued briskly on toward the kitchen.<\/p>\n “I doubt it\u2026” she thought she heard Adam whisper. Penelope doubted it too, since Granmama had been attempting to make her a proper young lady for years and hadn\u2019t succeeded yet.<\/p>\n “This way.” She didn\u2019t look to see if he followed as she headed up the stairs. She turned around at the top and, to her surprise, he was right behind her. Most visitors usually had a hard time with the steep staircase. Not only had he not made a sound, but he wasn\u2019t even out of breath. She raised her eyebrows, a little impressed. He raised his eyebrows right back, and smirked ever so slightly. Without a word, she turned around and led him down the east wing, then halted outside one of many doors. “Your room, Mr. Cartwright,” she told him in her best imitation of James. He didn\u2019t look too amused; he just stared down at her in a superior sort of way and stepped into his room.<\/p>\n “You know, ” Penelope began in a casual voice as he closed the door. “When you raise your eyebrows and look down at me like that,” she paused and he stopped with the door open a few inches, “you look like my grandmother.”<\/p>\n He closed the door with a bit more force than was necessary.<\/p>\n ~~~~~<\/p>\n “So what, in your opinion, is the difference in the political attitudes of the East and the West, Mr. Cartwright?” Grandfather asked their guest curiously. He had been questioning Adam eagerly about his political standing for the last two courses and showed no signs of stopping.<\/p>\n Sitting at the head of the table, his questions clearly echoed through the room. He sounded very curious and very determined to get an answer. His bushy white eyebrows, visible even from where Penelope sat near the opposite end of the table, were lowered in a frown of either interest or disagreement. Not that he should have a problem getting an answer. Adam seemed more than willing to share his opinions with the world.<\/p>\n Penelope moved her gaze to Adam as he replied, observing his raised chin and superior expression, and took another poke at her carrots on her plate with her fork. She\u00a0hated<\/i>\u00a0cooked carrots. They were, in her opinion, squishy, bland, and thoroughly unappealing. Suddenly, she smiled. In many ways, her carrots were beginning to remind her of their guest. Well, perhaps that wasn\u2019t fair. Mr. Cartwright was a guest after all, and was probably attempting to be on his best behavior. And unlike most visitors to Maplewood who could be intimidated by Grandfather, he did have definite opinions. But he was so correct that she was beginning to doubt whether she\u2019d actually seen that glimpse of his temper earlier. Not once in the time she\u2019d been observing him had he shown even a hint of losing his temper. He was all that was proper, she huffed to herself and pushed her carrots to the far side of her plate.<\/p>\n He had evidently finished speaking. The little smirk was back in his expression and her grandfather had a faint smile on his face as well. Finally, he nodded and looked at her.<\/p>\n “Did you hear that, Penelope?”<\/p>\n Since she hadn\u2019t been listening, she shook her head.<\/p>\n “Fellow\u2019s got some of the same crazy ideas as you.” Grandfather always referred to her ideas as crazy. Actually, he said everyone whose ideas weren\u2019t the same as his were crazy, but it was always with a smile.<\/p>\n “Really?” Penelope asked. Now that was surprising. She looked over at Adam, who had absolutely no expression on his face. She wished she knew how he did that.<\/p>\n “You two should discuss them sometime, might be interesting.” Grandfather sounded amused. Adam mumbled something noncommittal in reply and Penelope, just, managed not to stick her tongue out at him. She chose instead to respond with perfect decorum.<\/p>\n “I would be delighted,\u2019 she declared calmly, more than a little amazed at herself. Maybe Granmama had finally succeeded in turning her into a young lady. That was something to think about.<\/p>\n Grandfather turned to Dickie.<\/p>\n “Despite some nonsensical notions, your friend has a good head on his shoulders, Richard. You\u2019d be wise to listen to his advice,” he declared, as if giving Adam his official mark of approval. She supposed he was, in a way, since Grandfather rarely praised anyone who disagreed with him. Or maybe he rarely approved of anyone because people rarely disagreed with him. Penelope contemplated this new idea for a moment until she was distracted by Adam\u2019s calm acceptance of this praise. He didn\u2019t look at all surprised at the compliment, nor did he look ready to refuse it. He was so logical and sure of himself. It was infuriating.<\/p>\n When his smirk returned, Penelope couldn\u2019t help rolling her eyes at Dickie. He rolled them right back and grinned. Your friend is a conceited prig, she told him with a look which she knew he would understand. Dickie acknowledged this with a nod, and then gave her an admonishing look that meant, but that\u2019s just the surface. Look deeper. Well, she wasn\u2019t very interested in plumbing this particular man\u2019s depths, she indicated this with a frown and a shake of her head.<\/p>\n Someone clearing their throat to her right ended this silent conversation. She looked over at her grandmother, who frowned at her, no doubt understanding everything that hadn\u2019t just been said. Penelope sighed, and patted her upswept hair, causing two more curls to fall out of the elaborate style Granmama had decreed she was to wear that evening. The hairstyle, she was told, showed off her blond curls to perfection and was well suited to the high-necked blue dress Penelope had worn to dinner.<\/p>\n Altogether, Penelope had looked like an elegant young lady when she\u2019d stepped out of her room an hour ago. She was sure the effect had faded by now, but since Granmama was watching, she just tucked the errant curls behind her ear and turned back to Adam with the best expression of polite interest she could manage.<\/p>\n The political discussion appeared to have ended at last, and everyone had turned their attention back to the pot roast on their plates. Penelope eyed her now cold and still squishy carrots with disgust and decided to try for the third time to open up a new discussion with their guest.<\/p>\n “Are there many wild Indians in Nevada, Mr. Cartwright?” she asked into the quiet of the room. Adam looked up at her quickly and swallowed his mouthful of roast. He must not have been done chewing because he had a pained expression on his face and he frowned at her.<\/p>\n “Penelope!” Granmama said sharply, and then smiled at Adam. “I\u2019m sure Mr. Cartwright would rather speak of something more pleasant,” she paused as if trying to think of a topic, “such as his studies at school.” She changed the subject ruthlessly and shook her head the tiniest bit at Penelope. The look she gave Adam said he\u2019d better agree with her. Grandfather immediately took an interest in this new subject and Penelope realized she was just going to have to wait to hear about the West for now.<\/p>\n “Yes, what are you studying, young man?” he asked as Adam neatly sliced up his meat. He had excellent table manners, something Penelope had only noticed when she\u2019d seen Granmama observing him closely. She wondered with a smile what Granmama would have done if he\u2019d started eating with his hands or something.<\/p>\n “I\u2019m interested in many different subjects, but most especially, in engineering and architecture,” he answered, surprising Penelope again. She wouldn\u2019t have guessed that was his interest, but now she could picture him studying columns of numbers and taking precise measurements. She was willing to bet he never made a mistake and never missed it when anyone else did, looking superior as he scratched out their miscalculation and replacing it with his, undoubtedly correct, answer.<\/p>\n “And how are you doing in your studies, if you don\u2019t mind me asking, Mr. Cartwright?” Grandfather asked.<\/p>\n “Adam excels in nearly everything, don\u2019t you, Adam?” Dickie commented with a grin that meant he was up to something. Adam smiled proudly and shrugged.<\/p>\n “I\u2019m not failing any courses,” he said in the worst expression of false modesty Penelope had eve seen.<\/p>\n “Of course not,” she said snidely under her breath and he looked over at her with a slight frown. Dickie\u2019s next words distracted him though.<\/p>\n “Especially French lessons, or so I\u2019ve heard.” His grin got bigger and looked decidedly wicked. Penelope watched in amazement as Adam\u2019s cheeks turned a shade darker.<\/p>\n “You speak French, Mr. Cartwright?” Granmama looked suitably impressed with this respect for classical knowledge, so unexpected from someone from the savage West. Dickie started to laugh so hard he was gasping for air and Adam shot him a furious look before responding.<\/p>\n “Er, no, not really, Mrs. Bradford.” Then, almost reluctantly, he smiled at everyone at the table. Except for her of course. Penelope sniffed and took one last vicious stab at her carrots before Grandfather signaled for the course change.<\/p>\n She\u2019d hoped, especially after his brief moment of temper, that their visitor might brighten up her otherwise routing holiday, but it looked like he might be just one more proper, upright citizen to look down his nose at her while boring her to tears.<\/p>\n ~~~~~<\/p>\n Penelope took another sip of tea and held the cup in both hands for a moment, letting the heat seep through the fine china to warm her fingers. Even sitting in the sunroom, with the morning sun shining on her through the room\u2019s many windows she was still cold. It had snowed again last night. She looked out the windows for a moment, contemplating the beautiful yet undoubtedly freezing scenery before putting her tea down on the desk with a sigh.<\/p>\n She picked up her pen, finished addressing the envelope in front of her and added it to the pile of invitations to be sent out. She was completing the invitations for the party the Bradfords held for their neighbors every year at Maplewood on Christmas Eve. They weren\u2019t really necessary, as everyone knew when it was and the same people were always invited, but it was her task because she enjoyed it. She personally made every invitation, cutting out green Christmas trees or gold stars and pasting them to a sheet of thick paper, and then warmly asking each person to attend the festivities.<\/p>\n Carefully, she cut several holly leaves out of a strip of green paper and three berries out a piece of vivid crimson. She had just pasted on the last berry when a sound outside made her look up curiously. Penelope got up and walked to the nearest window, absently waving the paper in her hand to dry it.<\/p>\n Richard and their guest were finally returning from wherever it was they had gone riding this morning and looked to be racing towards the stables. They both fairly flew over the snowdrifts, but Penelope thought Adam might have the edge, even on unfamiliar ground and with a strange mount. She supposed a cowboy ought to be good with horses. Still, she watched as he and his horse cleared a fallen log with ease and frowned as they landed without the slightest sign of discomfort from him.<\/p>\n This morning she had met him at the breakfast table, determined to make up for yesterday\u2019s incident and prove that she could do things like a young lady should, and had asked if Mr. Cartwright if he would like to go out riding with her. He had, politely of course, declined, saying that he was still too sore from their fall to do much riding.<\/p>\n The liar! Penelope huffed to herself, insulted. What did he think, that she was going to fall on him again? And so what if she did? It had hardly killed him! He really was an uptight prig, and Penelope knew some uptight prigs. In fact, she was related to more than a few of them. A few moments of fire notwithstanding, the man had the temperament of someone twice his age. She wondered what Dickie had seen in him to befriend him in the first place. It was only to learn more about the place that he was from that she had continued to try to talk to him at all.<\/p>\n He had been all that was polite and correct at dinner last night; so polite and correct in fact that Penelope had wondered vaguely if someone had taken her cousin Rupert\u2019s boring, bland personality and implanted it in Dickie\u2019s friend\u2019s body. Even Granmama had been unable to find fault with his manners. His conversation had been equally bland. All she\u2019d managed to learn about him was information about his studies at school, and that when at home he lived with his father and two brothers. She supposed it was just as well, since the topics of the West or cowboys had seemed to upset Granmama.<\/p>\n The sound of footsteps outside the door startled her. With a little shock she realized that she had been standing at the window and staring at nothing for some time. She returned to her seat at the writing desk just as Richard and Adam entered the room.<\/p>\n The ride had obviously been a fun one, she thought, more than a little miffed at not being invited. They were talking as they came in, their cheeks red from the cold and their hair blown every which way. Adam was actually smiling. Well, until he saw her. Then he turned back into Rupert\u2019s twin. He nodded, said “Good morning, Miss Bradford,” and nothing else. When Dickie had described his roommate this year as being a “serious fellow and hard to know” in his letters, Penelope had hardly expected this. There must be some part of him she wasn\u2019t seeing.<\/p>\n “Would you two like some tea?” she asked politely, then looked at Adam. “It might warm you up after your ride.” She stared at him, and he stared back, although he looked away first.<\/p>\n “That sounds wonderful, Peanut,” Dickie answered, oblivious. Penelope took her eyes away from Adam to ring for a maid, and to ask for tea when she arrived. “Are you making the invitations for the party?” Dickie asked once the girl had gone. He peered at the guest list.<\/p>\n “Mmm hmm,” Penelope answered and looked down at the desk. She frowned in confusion and tucked a falling curl behind her ear. Now where had the sheet with the holly on it gotten to?<\/p>\n “What party?” Adam asked Richard curiously.<\/p>\n “The party held every year here at Maplewood on Christmas Eve. All the relatives, in addition to all our neighbors, and now you as well, Mr. Cartwright, are invited.” Penelope answered him, then looked at Dickie. “Which reminds me, Rupert and Evelyn, as well as Aunt and Uncle Bradford should be arriving tomorrow,” she said, and smiled at his expression of disgust. She searched underneath the finished pile. Had she moved it? she wondered with the tiniest frown and looked up at the window where she\u2019d been standing only moments before. Then her gaze moved down to the bench underneath the window where the paper lay on a fat stuffed cushion where she must have dropped it. Right where Adam Cartwright was about to sit. A part of her noticed, right before she screeched at him like the hoyden Granmama often said she was, that it was the farthest seat in the room from where she was sitting.<\/p>\n “Don\u2019t!” she warned him a second too late. He stood up immediately looking confused and irritated.<\/p>\n “What?” he snapped.<\/p>\n “The pasteboard!” she pointed towards his backside and he turned around. As she\u2019d feared, the white paper was stuck to the back of his pants.<\/p>\n “Oh, Adam I\u2019m sorry! I did try to warn you. I must have dropped it\u2026” She trailed off at his angry look. He twisted around to see what she was staring at, then slowly peeled the paper off and handed it back to her. She waited for him to start yelling, but sadly, he didn\u2019t.<\/p>\n “My fault. I should have looked before I sat,” he said heavily, but his eyes were shooting sparks. Inexplicably flustered, Penelope looked down the paper he\u2019d handed her. It was blank. Confused, she looked back up and giggled before she could control herself.<\/p>\n There were three holly branches pasted to his behind.<\/p>\n “Well, there\u2019s a new looked for you, Adam,” Dickie commented with a grin and a chuckle, “very\u2026festive.”<\/p>\n “Consider yourself invited, Adam,” Penelope managed in between giggles. Adam looked from her, to his pants, and then back to her, before pinching the bridge of his nose again and shaking himself. Then he walked to the door with as much dignity as a man could with a holly pasted to his bottom, pausing only once.<\/b><\/p>\n “I\u2019ll just go change,” he said quietly, after turning back to stare at them in a condescending way, and closed the door. Penelope looked over at Richard and they both burst into laughter.<\/p>\n ~~~~~<\/p>\n The holly incident, as Dickie called it, still seemed funny to Penelope the next day. She thought of it every time she came across some real holly as she was out hunting for branches to make decorative arrangements for the holidays.<\/p>\n Her search had had her trudging through the snowy woods around Maplewood for hours and it was getting late. Her walk had left her with a red face, dirty skirts, and hair full of twigs and leaves. The cousins were due to arrive this afternoon and she wanted to get back in time to change and clean up a bit before she encountered them. So, she headed out of the trees in the direction of the long driveway that everyone around here knew eventually led right to the front steps of Maplewood.<\/p>\n She came out on one side of the narrow road some time later, humming carols to herself and unaware of the other person standing in the middle of the road until she was about twenty feet away. Then she stopped to stare at him curiously. Adam Cartwright was just standing in the road and staring west. He didn\u2019t seem to see her at all. Penelope looked west too, at the Berkshire Hills, as the local residents called the mountain range looming in the distance. It was also, she realized suddenly and actually felt sorry for him, the direction of his home.<\/p>\n The sound of her footsteps must have finally reached him, because he suddenly straightened up and looked in her direction. Then he looked towards the woods in a way that could only be described as longingly and Penelope pursed her lips in irritation. She supposed he did have reason to want to run from her now, but she was glad he\u2019d decided to stay.<\/p>\n “Good afternoon, Miss Bradford. Nice day, isn\u2019t it?” he offered politely, though without a friendly smile and keeping his distance. Penelope ignored this standard greeting and just asked what she wanted to know.<\/p>\n “Were you thinking of home?” she asked curiously, but softly in case it pained him. He looked surprised for a moment before he closed his expression in the way that he had at dinner his first night here. He lowered his lids to hide his eyes and tensed up and he didn\u2019t answer her question.<\/p>\n “I would, if I were away from my loved ones, especially around Christmas,” she continued, thinking of how happy she was whenever Dickie came home from school.<\/p>\n “Your brother said this was your favorite time of year.” He changed the subject and gestured for her to walk alongside him back towards the house. Penelope glanced at him quickly, but allowed the change for now.<\/p>\n “Yes. I love Christmas and all the traditions that go with it at Maplewood. I even enjoy it with the cold weather and visits from some of my more annoying relatives,” she told him excitedly, then bit her lip. “I probably shouldn\u2019t have said that to you. Granmama would\u00a0not<\/i>\u00a0approve.” But to her surprise, he smiled at little at this lapse in her good manners.<\/p>\n “I know what you mean,” he said, then frowned, probably at her obvious astonishment that he should agree with her. “My family in Boston just isn\u2019t the same as home. That\u2019s why I let Richard talk me into spending the holidays here.”<\/p>\n “Tell me about your home,” she pressed softly, and just in case he thought she meant the West and stopped talking entirely, she added, “your family. You said you had two brothers\u2026”<\/p>\n “Hoss and Little Joe,” he answered gruffly.<\/p>\n “What delightful names!” Penelope laughed. “I wish I had more brothers. Tell me more.”<\/p>\n He seemed to relax a little.<\/p>\n “Hoss is six years younger than me. We call him Hoss because he\u2019s already a giant and he\u2019s not done growing yet.”<\/p>\n Penelope was fascinated to see a genuine smile lift Adam\u2019s mouth as he spoke of his brothers.<\/p>\n “He\u2019s the sweetest, most gentle creature in the world despite his size. And Little Joe,” he chuckled for a moment. “Little Joe is about eight now and undoubtedly giving my Pa more gray hairs than I ever gave him. The scrapes that boy manages to get into\u2026but somehow, you can never stay mad at him for long.” Adam looked over at her and there was a definite twinkle in his eyes. “In fact, in that respect, he reminds me a lot of you.”<\/p>\n Penelope wasn\u2019t quite sure if she\u2019d just been insulted or not, though being compared to somebody\u2019s brother definitely wasn\u2019t a compliment for any girl. But there was such a playful gleam in his eyes that she couldn\u2019t get herself really angry. She suspected he was more like his brother than he knew or let on, and she wondered what scrapes he had gotten into. She couldn\u2019t picture it at all.<\/p>\n She was still trying to think of how to respond when the sound of an approaching carriage could clearly be heard. There was only one carriage expected on this road today- her cousins. Without stopping to explain to Adam she hurried out of the road into the trees. Cursing, he followed her. She barely even noticed his language, though the fact that he used those words in front of her would have amused her at any other time. She was watching the elegant carriage and the following, less elegant luggage coach pass by.<\/p>\n “What are you doing now?” Adam demanded from next to her. Irritably, Penelope placed her hand over his mouth until both vehicles had passed.<\/p>\n “Shush!” she scolded him. His breath heated her hand through her glove so much that she was tempted to leave it there. But he looked so offended as it was that she decided not to push it. She removed her hand reluctantly and shook out her skirts before stepping back out into the road.<\/p>\n “What was that?” he asked in a tone that demanded an immediate answer.<\/p>\n “I didn\u2019t want my cousins to see me before I\u2019ve straightened up.” She shook out her skirt one final time.<\/p>\n “What\u2019s the point?” he arched one eyebrow and pulled a twig from her hair. “You\u2019ll look the same after a few minutes anyway. I\u2019ve only known you for less than three days and I know that.”<\/p>\n Penelope gasped, though she knew it was probably true.<\/p>\n “Well, there are more important things to think about than looking perfect all the time,” she commented and flashed a look at his expensive coat, which he ignored.<\/p>\n “I suspect your cousins saw me dash off into the woods like a madman anyway, a wonderful first impression,” he added in a pleasant voice, though his expression was a sneer.<\/p>\n “Well, don\u2019t blame that one on me,” Penelope huffed and started to walk away, “no one made you follow me.” She held her head up to walk from him with dignity. She should have known better.<\/p>\n She immediately stepped on an icy patch and slipped. Her feet went in the air and she came down, hard, on the ground. Behind her, Adam burst out laughing. Penelope closed her eyes and hoped he would go away. She hurt and he was amused. Instead, he came to stand in front of her. She opened her eyes to stare at him furiously but this just made him laugh harder. That it was a nice laugh was hardly something she was in the mood to appreciate. She was looking around for something to hit him with when he managed to control himself.<\/p>\n “You asked for it, walking on an icy road with your nose in the air,” he told her sternly, then cracked another smile when she tried to furtively rub her backside. But when he extended his hand a moment later to help her up she took it.<\/p>\n He pulled her to her feet easily and then stood looking down at her while she caught her breath.<\/p>\n “I suppose I should say thank you,” she managed to say, in a very ungrateful tone.<\/p>\n “I suppose you should, Miss Bradford,” he remarked and stepped away- right onto the same icy patch that he\u2019d been lecturing her about watching out for. His landing looked a lot less graceful, but then, she hadn\u2019t seen herself fall in the snow.<\/p>\n “Penelope!” he shouted her name angrily from the ground and she tried to hold her laughter.<\/p>\n “Oh, Adam, I\u2019m\u2026”<\/p>\n “If you say you\u2019re sorry, I won\u2019t be responsible for my actions.” His temper was very much in evidence as he snapped at her. He pushed himself up roughly and cursed again as he looked down at himself. “I get the feeling, Miss Bradford, that you dislike the way I dress, since, for some reason known only to yourself, you have decided to ruin nearly every suit I own,” he said in a voice close to yelling. He glared down at her.<\/p>\n “Well, I would like to see you in those, um, chaps, that cowboys always wear.” She requested this sweetly as if he\u2019d really been asking her fashion advice. He gaped at her for a second and then spun around and walked quickly away from her.<\/p>\n “Wait!” she called after him and wondered how best to tell him that the carriage had turned the snow on the road to slush and that the slush was all over the back of his pants, making it look rather like he\u2019d wet himself like the baby he was.<\/p>\n ~~~~~<\/p>\n She caught up to him quickly and kept pace beside him, though well out of arm\u2019s reach. She wasn\u2019t quite sure what he would do if he ever fully lost his temper, the thought of which got her wondering if he\u2019d ever completely lost control of himself. She was so busy pondering this that she almost missed his words when he spoke again.<\/p>\n “I\u2019m not a cowboy,” he said quietly, looking straight ahead.<\/p>\n “Everyone out West is a cowboy\u2026or a gunslinger.” She added the last one thoughtfully. She could not see him as a hired gun, but it was an option.<\/p>\n “No, they are not,” he glanced at her irritably. “There are doctors, lawyers, farmers, the same as the East.”<\/p>\n “Oh,” Penelope said quietly in disappointment. She could see the house up ahead now. She had wanted the West to be the place of sunshine and wildness that it was in her books. After a few minutes, when she hadn\u2019t said anything else, Adam glanced at her again.<\/p>\n “Maybe we\u2019re not as settled as the East yet, but I hate the ideas people here have about the West.”<\/p>\n Meaning her and her novels, she finished for him and sighed. Suddenly she perked up.<\/p>\n “You could always tell me about the true West,” she suggested as they walked up the driveway. His eyebrows rose, as if this was an entirely new idea to him. Then he rubbed his undoubtedly sore back and looked at her with narrowed eyes. “I\u2019m sure you\u2019d make a wonderful teacher, Adam, you\u2019ve such a way of expressing yourself,\u2019 she added, thinking he was going to refuse. That tiny smirk instantly appeared at the corner of his mouth and Penelope hid a smile.<\/p>\n “Well\u2026” he began indecisively and started up the front steps. Penelope, at the bottom, was reminded of why she\u2019d followed him in the first place.<\/p>\n “Wait!” she yelled and he froze. A second later he sighed and laughed.<\/p>\n “What am I doing? Listening to you?” He asked himself and continued up.<\/p>\n “But your, um, the mud,” she explained in an embarrassed rush. He ignored her and walked into the house so she ran after him and caught up with him in the middle of the hall. “Your pants, the mud,” she said breathlessly. “What I\u2019m trying to tell you is\u2026”<\/p>\n “I don\u2019t really care about what you have to say, Miss Bradford,” he said smoothly, with one arched eyebrow and turned his back on her. Without thinking, though perhaps that is what she should have done, she reached out and smacked him on the bottom hard enough to make her hand tingle. At least, that\u2019s what she thought caused the sensation. He jumped.<\/p>\n When he turned around she noticed with delight, and for the first time, some trepidation, that he looked about to lose his temper. He was frowning fiercely and his whole body was radiating fury. He walked towards her and her feet began to move backwards on their own.<\/p>\n “Why did you do that?” he demanded, pronouncing each word carefully and Penelope thought of the expression \u2018to wake the beast\u2019. She thought perhaps that she might have done just that. It was marvelous, if a bit frightening.<\/p>\n “Well, Adam, you were being hateful, like you always are,” she hurried on when his eyes flashed, “when I was just trying to be helpful and point out that you\u2019ve got mud on your pants.” She held up her palm to show him the proof and backed into what must have been the door to the library at the same time. She\u2019d run out of room. She raised her chin and decided to stand her ground\u00a0<\/b>this time.<\/p>\n “So you decided to spank me?” He sounded so offended as he pronounced the last two words that she couldn\u2019t hide her smile. This perhaps wasn\u2019t wise either.<\/p>\n “Well, it worked didn\u2019t it? I got your attention.” She asked this in what she hoped was a charming way. He did not look charmed.<\/p>\n “You\u2019re impossible!” he told her, breathing heavily and practically snarling. “I\u2019ve been trying my best to be civil, but you don\u2019t seem to understand. Maybe I ought to be more like you. Maybe I ought to use a similar method to get your attention.” He smiled, clearly enjoying the thought of this and the shock that was probably all over her face. Then she found herself saying something unbelievably bad in response, something straight out of a French novel.<\/p>\n “Adam, you wouldn\u2019t dare!” she squealed breathlessly, to which he didn\u2019t say anything at all. He just smiled at her again, grabbed her arm, and spun her around.<\/p>\n He had his other hand in the air when the door to the library suddenly opened with a burst of light. Penelope looked up into the shocked faces of her family, including Uncle Edward, Aunt Arabella, and her cousins Rupert and Evelyn, and blushed furiously. She barely noticed it when Adam dropped his hand and quickly let her go.<\/p>\n For a minute, nobody said anything. Then Dickie spoke up with a grin from the other side of the door.<\/p>\n “Rupert, Evelyn, this is Adam Cartwright, the friend I was telling you about. Of course you two already know Penelope.”<\/p>\n She could feel Adam tense up behind her and sighed. She supposed this was somehow her fault as well.<\/p>\n ~~~~~<\/p>\n There wasn\u2019t much holly left, Penelope thought as she put the finishing touches on her hallway decorations. She looked from the basket containing the few remaining branches to the banisters of the great staircase, which were now nearly covered in waxy green holly and pretty red ribbon. The sight of the gaily-decorated staircase should have made her smile, but she just plopped down on the bottom step with a sigh. She wasn\u2019t really in the mood for Christmas cheer now. Even the holly couldn\u2019t make her laugh as it had hours earlier. It just reminded her of Mr. Cartwright\u2019s bottom, which, while making her blush, in turn reminded her of what had happened in the library a while ago and why she was upset in the first place.<\/p>\n The shocked faces of her family still made her wince. She hadn\u2019t really shocked them in a long time, so she\u2019d known it was going to be difficult. After all, it must have been obvious to anyone with eyes what Adam had been about to do. Sure, Dickie had laughed, but Granmama had looked ready to faint and Grandfather\u2019s face had gone red, probably in rage or embarrassment or something. If there was anything to be salvaged from the situation, it might\u2019ve been said to have been worth it for the sickly expression on Rupert\u2019s face. Of course, he usually looked like that around Penelope. Uncle Edward and Aunt Arabella had looked properly horrified, and Evelyn, she frowned, Evelyn had remained calm, as composed as ever.<\/p>\n She remembered clearly how Evelyn had raised one eyebrow in question, making her blush furiously and feel like a naughty child. Before Penelope had been able to think of anything to say however, Granmama had regained her ability to speak.<\/p>\n “Penelope!” she glided over to her and quickly separated her from Adam, putting an unnecessarily large distance between them. “Richard, take care of your friend!” Granmama jerked her head towards Adam as if telling Dickie discreetly to keep an eye on the wild man.<\/p>\n “Eliza,” Grandfather\u2019s said to her calmly, making Granmama freeze in place. They exchanged some sort of look that made her cheeks turn pink, but Penelope barely noticed. She\u2019d turned around just in time to greet Evelyn and hear her first words.<\/p>\n “Now, Granmama, I\u2019m sure there\u2019s a very good explanation for what was going on. After all, Penelope does have that effect on most people. Mr. Cartwright was just doing what many others have probably thought about doing.” Her comment, uttered in crystal tones, made her family members titter. “Not myself of course, you know I love you, Cousin Penelope.” Evelyn smiled coolly and Penelope glared back. Rupert laughed and Penelope transferred her glare to him. He gulped. You dye someone blue once and they were scared of you for life, she reflected briefly. But Granmama took a step back from Penelope and looked over her muddy dress with a frown.<\/p>\n “Yes, what nonsense have you been up to, Penelope, and how did you get Mr. Cartwright involved?”<\/p>\n “Looks like fun, whatever it was,” Dickie\u2019d said idly, not helping at all. Penelope looked at her grandfather for support, which he provided.<\/p>\n “Perhaps we should better introduce our guest to the family, Eliza, before we discuss this anymore?” Grandfather could give orders in the form of suggestions even better than Granmama when he chose to. They exchanged another look, then she cleared her throat.<\/p>\n “Edward, Arabella, this is Mr. Adam Cartwright. He goes to school with Richard and is spending the holidays with us. His people are from Nevada.” She said this last bit sourly.<\/p>\n “Any relation to the New Haven Cartwrights?” Uncle Edward asked as Adam came forward to shake hands.<\/p>\n “No, not that I know of, though I have relatives in Boston, the Stoddards, on my mother\u2019s side.” He\u2019d responded calmly, apparently taking no notice of Edward\u2019s complete indifference to his answer. Penelope would bet he had seen it though.<\/p>\n “And these are my other grandchildren, Rupert and Evelyn,” Granmama finished the introductions.<\/p>\n Penelope had found it funny at the time to see Adam crush Rupert\u2019s small, pale hand in a firm grip. Her amusement had lessened considerably when she\u2019d seen Adam get his first good look at Evelyn.<\/p>\n Penelope supposed Evelyn looked more like the angel that Adam had first compared her to. Evelyn was tall, slim, and elegant, with fine golden hair and clear blue eyes. Penelope was shorter, with a rounded figure and a mess of curly blonde hair that was never under control. Still, there was no reason for him to look\u00a0<\/b>as if he was having trouble remembering his own name.<\/p>\n “Nevada?” Rupert\u2019d asked nervously. “You mean the West with all the outlaws and Indians that Penelope incessantly talks about?”<\/p>\n “Now, Rupert,” Evelyn never took her eyes off of Adam, “I\u2019m sure it\u2019s not like that at all.” She got to bask in an approving smile from Adam for this. Then she\u2019d turned away at last. “Cousin Penelope, you never did finish explaining what happened to your dress.”<\/p>\n “I never started explaining,” Penelope pointed out belligerently.<\/p>\n “I\u2019m sure she just fell in some snow,” Richard broke in and Penelope nodded, grateful for the help. Evelyn laughed.<\/p>\n “Life is never boring with Penelope around. But perhaps she should go upstairs and change now.” That eyebrow arched again.<\/p>\n “Yes, Penelope. Go upstairs and change and calm yourself down a bit.” Granmama agreed with an embarrassed look at the muddy dress. Penelope gasped, insulted. Sent to her room like a child.<\/p>\n “Penelope does it again, hmm?” she\u2019d said quietly to herself and left the room.<\/p>\n Sitting on the steps hours later and reviewing the day\u2019s events, Penelope wondered for the first time how Adam had gotten out of the library without revealing his mud problem. She could just see him, walking backwards so no one would see. A smile, her first in some time, crossed her face. Then she laughed out loud, scaring the nearby James, who probably thought she was crazy, if he didn\u2019t already.<\/p>\n The look on Adam\u2019s face when she\u2019d spanked him! She wiped tears from the corner of her eyes. Such wounded pride! The man had enough pride and dignity for two. She stopped laughing abruptly and frowned, deep in thought. Pride enough for two when he was in control of himself. When that control slipped, like when he spoke of his brothers, or, she grinned, when he lost his temper, he became human. Actually, he became just as bad as she was, the poor man. It was fascinating. He had two sides to his personality, she decided. And while she wondered what had caused this to be, she was also aware that she much preferred the side he had revealed to her. She was going to have to learn why he tried to bank all that lovely fire.<\/p>\n Whistling a carol, Penelope stood up and admired her work again. It was so beautiful. Things were looking up. Now all she had to do was take care of Evelyn and it could be the best Christmas she\u2019d had in many years.<\/p>\n ~~~~~<\/p>\n Rupert was still talking. Penelope stifled a yawn and looked longingly across the table to where people looked to be having a lot more fun. Over there, Evelyn looked enraptured with whatever it was Adam was saying. Dickie seemed to find it fascinating as well.<\/p>\n It was all so unfair when she was stuck next to Rupert.<\/p>\n What was he talking about now? The food? The weather? She didn\u2019t know and she didn\u2019t care. Rupert could talk about nothing for hours anyway, and no gentle hints about silence being golden were any good once he got started. No rescue looked to be forthcoming either; most people knew better than to give Rupert their full attention.<\/p>\n Penelope moved two of her uneaten peas to the center of her plate, then dipped her finger in the gravy, making a little face to smile back at her. This creation took all of two seconds and when it was done, Rupert was still blathering on. If he talks like this at every meal, it was no wonder he was so thin, she thought. He didn\u2019t have time to eat. Then another wicked smile appeared on her face.<\/p>\n Carefully, she picked up a pea and watched Rupert\u2019s mouth, now amused by its constantly being in motion. When she felt the time was right, she tossed it at him. It flew into his mouth with perfect aim. Only instead of shocking him into shutting up, the idiot choked on it. Only Rupert could choke on a tiny pea. Penelope thought as she frantically thumped his back, perhaps a bit harder than was necessary.<\/p>\n “Is he all right?” Adam asked in concern.<\/p>\n “Rupert?” His mother looked worried.<\/p>\n “He\u2019s fine,” Penelope assured them and thwacked Rupert one last time. The pea shot out of his mouth and landed in his potatoes. Penelope handed him a glass of water and decided to take advantage of the situation. “You probably shouldn\u2019t talk for awhile. Rest your throat,” she said, forcing him to take a drink.<\/p>\n “Yes, dear, do as she says,” Aunt Arabella told him, then looked around the table. “I can\u2019t imagine how that happened.” She seemed embarrassed. But then, so did Rupert.<\/p>\n “It happens to everyone.” Granmama soothed her, though Penelope doubted it had ever happened to her, and changed the subject.<\/p>\n “So what were you talking about?” Penelope threw herself into the conversation across the table and smiled encouragingly. Adam looked at her with a frown, but he answered.<\/p>\n “Poetry,” he said shortly.<\/p>\n “Oh, I love poetry!” Penelope told him excitedly. “Which poets were you discussing?”<\/p>\n “Milton, for one,” he responded and seemed shocked when she wrinkled her nose.<\/p>\n “I don\u2019t care much for Paradise Lost. Eve irritated me, and Adam was boring, though I found Lucifer interesting. Granmama said I had an appalling lack of taste.” She grinned. Adam\u2019s frown got deeper and Evelyn sighed. Confused, Penelope changed topics. “I do like the Romantics. They know poetry should be less about meter and rhyme and more about life and feeling, though some people say they are scandalous. Don\u2019t you agree, Mr. Cartwright?”<\/p>\n “That the Romantic poets were scandalous?” He seemed to be one step behind. She had thought he was quicker than that. She made a\u00a0tsk<\/i>ing sound and told him so.<\/p>\n “That they wrote about passion,” she added, then looked at Richard. “Who else would get to say, \u2018I fall upon the thorns of life, I bleed?!\u2019” she said this last part loudly, at the same time as Dickie and with a dramatic flourish of her hand.<\/p>\n “Penelope!” Her grandmother said from the end of the table. Penelope ignored her.<\/p>\n “Now, would old Milton ever say something like that?” she asked Adam challengingly. “That\u2019s why I don\u2019t like him.”<\/p>\n “Cousin Penelope,” Evelyn broke in, sounding amused. “We were discussing how Mr. Cartwright was named for Paradise Lost. You know, the Adam you thought was boring?”<\/p>\n Penelope looked at Adam, who was regarding her seriously, but with a tiny smile, as if he was offended but was enjoying watching her squirm.<\/p>\n “Oh,” she said and felt herself blush. “I\u2019m sorry.”<\/p>\n “I find Adam boring sometimes too.” Adam said quietly. Penelope glanced at him quickly in surprise but he\u2019d already turned back to Evelyn.<\/p>\n “Penelope!” Granmama called her name forcefully, reminding her that there were others at the table.<\/p>\n “Yes, Granmama?” Penelope turned to face her and Aunt Arabella.<\/p>\n “Arabella would like to know if you need help decorating for the party. She has some suggestions\u2026”<\/p>\n Penelope barely kept from shuddering. Arabella would take charge of everything and she had the\u00a0worst<\/i>\u00a0taste.<\/p>\n “I\u2019m asking because you seem to be so clumsy lately.” Her grandmother wasn\u2019t likely to forget her two recent disasters any time soon.<\/p>\n “I\u2019m sure Aunt Arabella is too busy to bother with me. But,” Penelope slanted a considering look down the table, “I\u2019m working on the ballroom tomorrow. I could use someone tall to help me.”<\/p>\n “Mr. Cartwright,” Granmama understood immediately, “if you\u2019re not busy tomorrow, I would appreciate your helping Penelope decorate the ballroom.”<\/p>\n Adam looked at her again and he didn\u2019t look happy, especially when Penelope winked at him. He swallowed before answering.<\/p>\n “Of course, Mrs. Bradford.”<\/p>\n Penelope didn\u2019t get to enjoy her triumph long.<\/p>\n “I\u2019d love to help too,” Evelyn offered pleasantly.<\/p>\n “I\u2019d hate to trouble you,” Penelope said through gritted teeth, but Evelyn just smiled. Penelope wondered if she\u2019d get the message if she kicked her in the shin. She slid down in her chair to do just that. She kicked out and hit something. Something hard that nearly broke her toe. She thought it was a table leg until Adam frowned over at her.<\/p>\n Then something hit her in the shin. Hard.<\/p>\n “Ouch!” she yelped and everyone turned to her.<\/p>\n “No more Dramatics, Penelope,” Granmama scolded mildly and everyone turned away. Adam was smirking at her and her leg was throbbing. He\u2019d probably given her a bruise.<\/p>\n She picked up a pea covered in gravy, checked to see if anyone was looking, then threw it at his face. It hit his forehead, rolled down his nose, and landed on his plate, leaving a trail of brown gravy behind it. She just smiled at his incredulous look and waited for him to retaliate.<\/p>\n But he didn\u2019t. She waited and watched while dinner was removed and replaced with dessert but polite, boring Adam had apparently won out over the fiery cowboy. She sighed and poked at her cream pie distractedly.<\/p>\n She was the last to rise as everyone was leaving and was almost the last to leave the room. She was so lost in thought in fact, that when Adam said her name from behind her she didn\u2019t even think to be wary that he\u2019d sounded pleasant.<\/p>\n She turned around immediately and got a slice a cream pie smashed in her face. For a moment, she was just stunned, then she scooped it out of her eyes and looked up into Adam\u2019s smirking face. Somewhere, Dickie was laughing hysterically.<\/p>\n “What? Nothing to say?” Adam asked with raised eyebrows. Penelope tilted her head to one side and licked off the pie around her mouth.<\/p>\n “Cream pie, my favorite,” she said calmly, and enjoyed the surprise on his face. “Oh, but you must not have got to taste any.” She\u00a0tsk<\/i>ed, then took a handful of cream and rubbed it all over his face. Dickie seemed to be having trouble breathing. Adam opened his eyes and his long eyelashes were covered in cream. He looked ridiculous. Penelope smiled at him, and then slowly wiped her hands on his dinner jacket. She peeped up at him and saw that his eyes were shooting sparks again. It was marvelous.<\/p>\n A gasp made them both turn around. Granmama must have wondered what was taking them so long and had come to fetch them.<\/p>\n “Excellent pie, Mrs. Bradford,” Adam offered, somewhat nervously, when Granmama raised her eyebrows at the two of them.<\/p>\n “Excellent, Granmama,” Penelope agreed, and let out a giggle when Adam tasted the pie on his face with the tip of his tongue.<\/p>\n ~~~~~~<\/p>\n <\/p>\n “What exactly are you hoping to achieve with this?” Adam asked critically, distracting Penelope and making her drop the silver foil star she had just taken from her apron pocket. Since he was standing at the base of the ladder, ostensibly to steady it for her, it bounced off his head before floating to the floor.<\/p>\n Penelope smiled down at him.<\/p>\n “It\u2019s your own fault,” she sang. For some reason, she was in an incredibly good mood today. It might have something to do with the headache that had kept Evelyn from joining them in decorating the ballroom. Whatever his reasons, Adam must have been feeling the same way, since he didn\u2019t immediately snap her head off. “What do you mean?” she referred to his earlier question as she turned her attention back to hanging a handful of stars on the section of wall in front of her. She fixed them to the wall with tiny nails and then returned the hammer to her pocket.<\/p>\n “What are you trying to do with all these stars?” he asked again, somewhat impatiently. She glanced down at him, and her hair, on schedule, fell down around her face.<\/p>\n “I want the room to look special, magical. So this year I\u2019m covering it in stars. It will look heavenly.” She sighed the word. She could see it so clearly. Adam was quiet for awhile, and she hoped he wasn\u2019t going to mock her idea.<\/p>\n “You should hang some stars from the ceiling then. It would complete the\u2026effect,” he said thoughtfully. Penelope smiled.<\/p>\n “What a wonderful idea, Adam,” she thanked him and stretched up to see if she could hang a star from where she was.<\/p>\n “Not like that!” he called out sharply.<\/p>\n “Would you let me do it,” she huffed at him as she strained to reach it, standing on her toes on the top of the ladder.<\/p>\n “You don\u2019t have the sense God gave a flea!” he called up. “Get down from there!”<\/p>\n “I\u2019d like to remind you, Mr. Cartwright, that I don\u2019t take orders from you,” she declared frostily, but she took a step down. “Though you seem to think everyone should take orders from you.”<\/p>\n “Well, not everyone.” His mouth twisted wryly as if he thought this was funny. “But you especially need someone to knock some common sense into you, Miss Bradford,” he told her smugly, the look on his face similar to the one he\u2019d had when he\u2019d been about to spank her.<\/p>\n “Well, you need someone to knock some common sense\u00a0out<\/i>\u00a0of you, Mr. Cartwright,” she answered back. He opened his mouth, then closed it. Then he smirked at her and stepped away from the ladder.<\/p>\n It immediately wobbled and Penelope sat down on the top step abruptly, clutching the sides. So what if he was right? This simply wasn\u2019t fair!<\/p>\n “Adam!” she said breathlessly, then glared at him furiously.<\/p>\n “Now you can see how unsafe it is to be up there.” He folded his arms and just watched her struggle.<\/p>\n “If I recall, Adam, you wanted to hold the ladder. I didn\u2019t have to be the one to climb it,” she reminded him as she scooted carefully down onto a lower step.<\/p>\n “It was the logical solution. You could hardly have steadied it for me,” he said reasonably. Penelope was beginning to hate his logic.<\/p>\n “Maybe,” she said slyly, and halted her movements when the ladder shook again.<\/p>\n “Maybe?” He seemed insulted.<\/p>\n “Or maybe you just wanted to look up my skirts,” she added with a soft laugh as a joke. He gaped at her for a moment, and then smiled in a superior way.<\/p>\n “I assure you, Miss. Bradford, that I do not need to trick a woman to look up her skirts.”<\/p>\n It was Penelope\u2019s turn to gape. For a second she was speechless, and then she was so mad she knew she\u00a0shouldn\u2019t<\/i>\u00a0speak or something very unladylike would come out of her mouth. She didn\u2019t know what infuriated her more, the implication that he hadn\u2019t been looking up her dress, or the implication that he\u2019d looked up other women\u2019s skirts. She didn\u2019t stop to examine it; she was just mad.<\/p>\n She tossed the bigger stars to the floor and, for lack of anything better to do with her pent up energy, she started to try to fix the mess that was her hair. It was full of stars that had somehow become entangled in her curls. Now even more irritated, she gave up.<\/p>\n Without looking at the man below her, she moved down another step. Her movement made the ladder wobble so much that she had to clutch the side desperately. Suddenly, it stilled. She looked down and saw Adam holding it steady again. She was still angry, but she knew better than to let the opportunity pass. She scooted down until she was close enough to the bottom that the wobbling wouldn\u2019t really matter. Her face was almost level with Adam\u2019s.<\/p>\n “About what I said,” he began, probably realizing how inappropriate it had been.<\/p>\n “Forget it.” She was not in the mood for an explanation right now.<\/p>\n “I\u2019ll help you down,” he said roughly and reached up to grab her around the waist.<\/p>\n “I can get down on my own,” she told him, each word getting fainter until her voice had all but faded away. He was just staring up at her with wide brown eyes and it was all Penelope could do to remember to breathe. Adam\u2019s mouth was hanging open slightly as if he\u2019d been going to reply and had forgotten the words. Penelope couldn\u2019t imagine what he was staring at; leaning over like she was, her hair, a mess of stars and tangles, was hanging everywhere.<\/p>\n “Yes, well, so,” she managed to say and he blinked.<\/p>\n “So,” he said abruptly and pulled her down. Then he stepped away. Penelope was trying to remember why she\u2019d been angry. She couldn\u2019t seem to recall at present. She decided it must not have been important and moved on.<\/p>\n “Why did you look at me like that just now?” she asked curiously, really wanting to know. Adam was picking stars up off the floor.<\/p>\n “I was probably reminded of the last time you were looking down on me. You\u2019d just fallen on me.” His mouth twisted again. Penelope laughed.<\/p>\n “I remember. You thought I was an angel.” Her smug comment made him turn around.<\/p>\n “You must be mistaken.” He raised his eyebrow, meaning he would\u00a0never\u00a0<\/i>say such a thing.<\/p>\n “You can ask Dickie, he was there.” She sniffed. He appeared to be thinking.<\/p>\n “Well, I didn\u2019t know you that well then.” He admitted she was right and nearly insulted her at the same time. She sniffed again and tossed her hair. The gesture caused her to look around for the first time and she gasped.<\/p>\n “It\u2019s beautiful!” she sighed, looking over the be-starred ballroom. She emptied her apron of the remaining stars and nails as she stared at her handiwork, then she took out the hammer.<\/p>\n “You really love this, don\u2019t you?” Adam asked quietly.<\/p>\n “Of course!” That answer was obvious. “Don\u2019t you think it\u2019s beautiful, Adam?”<\/p>\n “Beautiful,” he said from somewhere behind her.<\/p>\n “With the stars on the ceiling, it will be like a starry evening, or a view into heaven!” Penelope flung out her arms excitedly at the vision. She only remembered the hammer in her hand when she hit something and Adam grunted. She turned around to see Adam grabbing his stomach in pain.<\/p>\n “Oh, Adam,” she exclaimed, and dropped the hammer. It landed on his foot.<\/p>\n “You\u2019re sorry, I know!” he shouted and limped backwards towards the door, all the while, mumbling to himself like a crazy person. “I should have known, but I know better now. Obviously she can\u2019t help it.”<\/p>\n “But Adam,” Penelope tried to follow him, but he held up a hand.<\/p>\n “Don\u2019t, Penelope. Just don\u2019t come near me.”<\/p>\n She wouldn\u2019t have said he was pleading exactly, but he was close.<\/p>\n “But you\u2019re hurt, ” she insisted and his eyes widened. He looked slightly panicked, so she decided, for the moment, to let him go.<\/p>\n Only when he was past the door did she begin to slowly follow him. She kept a nice sedate pace. She was a Bradford after all.<\/p>\n ~~~~~<\/p>\n Penelope shifted her cushion even closer to the fire and tried to stop her occasional yawn. It probably wasn\u2019t ladylike to yawn, even if the rules of proper behavior for ladies allowed for nothing of interest to be done by said ladies, lest said ladies should find it too taxing and commence a fainting spell. This made her smile a bit, in spite of her extreme boredom.<\/p>\n She was attempting to present the picture of a perfect lady, sitting cozily by the fire and reading a respectable book-no common novel today. Of course, she knew it wasn\u2019t going to work because noticing how effortless the behavior was for Evelyn, who was sitting at the opposite end of the room, surrounded by Adam, Dickie, and Rupert, already irritated her. Penelope shivered, a bit chilled, but resolutely returned to staring at her book and tried not to listen to their conversation.<\/p>\n “So what can we talk about now?” Evelyn asked after a lull and turned to Adam expectantly. He shrugged slightly, not looking very interested in anything they\u2019d had to say so far.<\/p>\n “You know, it\u2019s odd how often you mention your home to me at school, Adam, yet you\u2019ve barely mentioned it at all here,” Dickie commented mischievously, pouring himself some tea, then grimacing as he tasted it. It was apparently cold. Adam glared at him, but Evelyn seized upon this topic eagerly.<\/p>\n “Yes, Mr. Cartwright has managed to avoid answering any questions about the West.”<\/p>\n Adam tensed and Penelope waited eagerly for his refusal.<\/p>\n “After all, we only want to know the truth after hearing all those stories we\u2019ve heard,” Evelyn added, rather brilliantly Penelope had to admit. He loved to defend his home.<\/p>\n “There isn\u2019t much to tell really,” Adam said slowly, almost reluctantly. “My father bought land in Nevada when I was a child, and though we\u2019ve had a few problems, we\u2019ve been living there ever since.”<\/p>\n “So Virginia City isn\u2019t the rich and wild a place people claim, Mr. Cartwright?” Evelyn was asking with apparent interest. Wealth would interest her, Penelope thought snidely.<\/p>\n “It is a very wealthy town, though that wealth, for the most part, is in the hands of a small few. And naturally, one should never believe rumors.” Adam told her, sounding rather stern. Penelope glanced up quickly to observe the scene.<\/p>\n They were all sitting around a low table, taking tea. Adam was lounging on a settee, regarding the other people seriously, aside from the small smile playing about his mouth. Evelyn was across from him, looking composed, elegant, and not the least bit chilled in her pale blue dress. Dickie also sat on the settee and was smiling as usual, probably at Rupert, who was sitting, pale and straight, in a very uncomfortable, high-backed wooden chair. It didn\u2019t exactly look like a party, but Penelope would have liked to have been invited. She didn\u2019t think Adam was ready to come near her yet though, after the hammer incident.<\/p>\n “Well, of course it couldn\u2019t be the uncivilized place that\u00a0some people<\/i>\u00a0say it is. It produced you after all, Mr. Cartwright,” Evelyn added this in what was for her a warm tone.<\/p>\n Penelope snorted and quickly looked down at her book when everyone looked over at her.<\/p>\n “So, are your people in the mining business, Mr. Cartwright?” Rupert asked. Penelope could see Adam was going to be the center of the conversation once again. She could also see how little this bothered him.<\/p>\n “No.” Adam\u2019s reply sounded a little harsh. Then he took a deep breath and said it again, a bit more calmly. “No, my father owns a ranch.”<\/p>\n “So you\u00a0are<\/i>\u00a0a cowboy?” Evelyn seemed amused. If she ever actually smiled, she\u2019d probably crack her face, Penelope thought cattily, but perked up her ears to listen for Adam\u2019s reply.<\/p>\n “There\u2019s a lot of hard work involved,” he admitted, “but there\u2019s a lot of administrative work to do as well.”<\/p>\n He made it sound positively boring, something Penelope seriously doubted. She gave a long, dramatic yawn that drew everyone\u2019s attention. She met Adam\u2019s eyes briefly and smirked at his suspicious frown.<\/p>\n “Oh, I am sorry,” she said calmly. “Please continue your exciting story, Mr. Cartwright.”<\/p>\n “I do work out on the range with the stock, and I do wear a gun when I have to,” he added this and stared at her challengingly. “But I wouldn\u2019t say I was a cowboy.”<\/p>\n “Of course not, you\u2019re a landowner. A cowboy is merely a worker,” Evelyn added.<\/p>\n “No, that\u2019s not what I meant,” Adam tried to correct her but Rupert interrupted.<\/p>\n “What is it the cowboys say in those book, Penelope? Yee Haw?” Rupert said this with a straight face, but Penelope couldn\u2019t help smiling when he then said, “Yee Haw, Mr. Cartwright.” He evidently felt this was very amusing because he started to laugh. Evelyn added a polite giggle to his joke. Dickie just glanced over at Penelope and rolled his eyes.<\/p>\n Penelope was having a hard time not bursting into laughter at the absurd image of Rupert waving a gun and yelling \u2018Yee Haw!\u2019 Adam was the only person who didn\u2019t look amused.<\/p>\n “Yes,” he dismissed Rupert with one word and Penelope smiled; when he directed his sarcasm at someone else it was quite entertaining. Still, whether he knew it or not, he looked bored with this discussion and Penelope decided that it was time to rescue him from the world of Correct Conversation.<\/p>\n “You make the West sound quite boring, Adam. But Dickie tells me you\u2019ve had your share of adventures,” she spoke up, watching Adam frown at Richard, as if wondering what exactly had been said.<\/p>\n “Penelope,” he finally said in warning, but she continued on.<\/p>\n “Although he still won\u2019t explain about the French lessons.” She tossed this out and grinned wickedly.<\/p>\n “You speak French?” Evelyn asked.<\/p>\n “No,” he said shortly, glaring over at Penelope. Then he smiled.<\/p>\n “Some say Massachusetts can be dull, but I understand you\u2019ve had your share of adventures too, Miss Penelope.” His voice was silky. Penelope\u2019s smile slipped.<\/p>\n “Oh yes, Cousin Penelope had always had her fits and fancies.” Evelyn pounced on the subject. “It\u2019s why we love her.”<\/p>\n Penelope snorted again.<\/p>\n “Remember when you decided that boys have more fun, so you chopped off your hair and stole Richard\u2019s pants?” She giggled again.<\/p>\n “I was seven at the time,” Penelope explained briefly when Adam smirked at her.<\/p>\n “Or when she dyed Rupert blue?” Dickie added, and started laughing. Penelope knew he was laughing at Rupert, but it still stung a little.<\/p>\n “Twelve,” she said succinctly at Adam\u2019s raised eyebrows.<\/p>\n “Blue? Why?” He looked to be close to laughing as well. Penelope raised her chin.<\/p>\n “I\u2019d been reading about Scotland and I wanted a full Celtic warrior” she defended her actions. Rupert had not been the best choice, but he was all that was available at the time. “I never did get my warrior,” she added thoughtfully to herself and glanced at Adam.<\/p>\n “I was blue for a week,” Rupert whined.<\/p>\n “You did look good in my skirt,” Penelope assured him and Both Adam and Dickie burst into laughter. She smiled. She was glad they thought it was funny; no one had at the time.<\/p>\n “Really, Penelope,” Evelyn scolded and Penelope narrowed her eyes.<\/p>\n “If you had a sense of humor, you\u2019d know that it\u2019s funny, Evelyn.”<\/p>\n “Why, Penelope, I\u2019ve always found you amusing.” Evelyn smiled at her blandly and Penelope growled in her throat. Something was definitely going to have to be done about Evelyn.<\/p>\n “So what else has Penelope done?” Adam seemed genuinely interested-and ready to laugh some more. This was not what Penelope had meant by rescuing him from boredom.<\/p>\n “Oh, there\u2019s no end to Penelope\u2019s disgraces.” Rupert seemed grateful that everyone had forgotten the skirt comment. Adam and Dickie looked at him sharply and he flinched. Penelope smiled absently and stood up.<\/p>\n “Yes. You could tell Mr. Cartwright about the time I got stuck up a tree trying to save a stranded cat. It climbed down on its own and left me up there.” She explained this seriously to Adam, who blinked. “Or maybe how I got into an argument with the pastor\u2019s wife last year in the middle of the Easter service.” She paused and reflected aloud, “Horrid woman,” before going on. “There\u2019s no end to the stories,” she sighed.<\/p>\n “That\u2019s a good story,” Rupert agreed.<\/p>\n “Yes.” She dismissed him as Adam had done earlier and stepped away from the fireplace. “They\u2019re all very amusing but you\u2019ll forgive me if I leave. I am tired of hearing them.”<\/p>\n “Cousin Penelope,” Evelyn\u2019s eyes widened. “I think you\u2019ve singed your dress.”<\/p>\n Penelope turned to look. Sure enough, the bottom of her lovely violet dress was now black and charred. Penelope stared at it for a moment, then she laughed ruefully.<\/p>\n “Well, that\u2019s what I get for trying to be a lady,” she said and walked over to Evelyn, who was watching her with that one raised eyebrow. Then she did what she\u2019d been dying to for sometime, even knowing that there would be repercussions from Granmama. She grabbed Evelyn\u2019s teacup and poured its contents right into her lovely cousin\u2019s lap.<\/p>\n Even that didn\u2019t shatter Evelyn\u2019s composure. It was infuriating.<\/p>\n ~~~~~<\/p>\n There was no other word for it, Adam was sulking.<\/p>\n Penelope looked discreetly over to where he was leaning against the wall of the little shop and hid her smile. He looked up suddenly and met her gaze with an intent, brooding expression. She dropped her eyes and looked down at the knickknacks displayed before her. Honestly, you\u2019d think he\u2019d been forced to go shopping with her against his will, she thought with only the slightest twinge of guilt.<\/p>\n She hadn\u2019t\u00a0forced<\/i>\u00a0him. At most she\u2019d\u00a0tricked<\/i>\u00a0him. A distinct difference. Actually, it had been a relatively easy thing to arrange. Penelope had to finish her Christmas shopping, and she couldn\u2019t go into town alone. So, Dickie had been told to accompany her. And Adam went wherever Dickie went. He couldn\u2019t have known that Dickie would encounter some friends, easy to predict in a small town, and want to go spend some of his rare free time with them, forcing an obliging, if reluctant, Adam to escort his sister around.<\/p>\n She\u2019d had a good reason too. Aside from her determination to save him from Rupert and Evelyn, she had to buy him a gift. She couldn\u2019t bear the thought of him being away from his family and not getting a present either. She\u2019d hoped he\u2019d express an interest in something, but every time she\u2019d taken him into a new shop, he\u2019d grown more bored and more sarcastic. She\u2019d been debating whether or not to take him into a dressmaker\u2019s, but she\u2019d finally decided that it would only shock the ladies inside and anyway, from his earlier comments, she doubted the store\u2019s wares were unfamiliar to him.<\/p>\n The items in front of her were definitely meant for female customers. She sighed. This store didn\u2019t have anything either. She put down the cute little porcelain dog she\u2019d been holding and walked over to meet him.<\/p>\n “You haven\u2019t done much buying,” he commented and stood up straight.<\/p>\n “Stop looming over me,” Penelope scolded and pushed past him. “Anyway, shopping is ninety percent looking.”<\/p>\n “Women,” he muttered as he held the door open for her. Penelope ignored this and began walking down the street, toward their carriage. He kept pace with her easily.<\/p>\n “Did you receive any gifts from your family?” she asked casually. To her surprise, he didn\u2019t hesitate to answer.<\/p>\n “I got a package at school before I left with some letters,” he said quietly.<\/p>\n “That\u2019s wonderful,” Penelope stopped and placed a hand on his arm. “Read them yet?”<\/p>\n He didn\u2019t remove her hand when he started walking again. Penelope slipped her hand in the crook of her arm.<\/p>\n “I\u2019m saving them,” he answered shortly. Penelope nodded, understanding completely. Then she forgot what she\u2019d been going to say when she looked out into the street.<\/p>\n She pushed Adam away and ran out into the narrow road, oblivious to the traffic. She could hear Adam swearing behind her but her attention was fixed on the two tiny helpless kittens directly in the path of a heavy horse-drawn cart.<\/p>\n She snatched the darlings out of danger and leapt out of the way, landing in the snow. The driver yelled loudly and jerked his horse to halt. Then he jumped down and started shouting at her in the most incredibly rude way.<\/p>\n “Are you crazy?” the rather large and smelly man yelled into her face as she stood up.<\/p>\n “You were about to run over these kittens,” Penelope held up the fluffballs in her arms as if this explained everything, and to her, it did. The man\u2019s face turned red.<\/p>\n “Who cares about some cats? They look half-dead anyway,” he sneered and Penelope gasped.<\/p>\n “You terrible man!” she yelled back and ducked when he raised a hand as if to strike her.<\/p>\n “What seems to be the problem here? Have you gotten into trouble again, Penelope?” Adam asked calmly as he walked over.<\/p>\n “Adam, this horrible man was about to crush these little innocent kittens!”<\/p>\n “Horrible man?!” The Horrible Man roared, apparently taking offense at the name she\u2019d given him. Adam seemed to think it was funny, since he was grinning. Unfortunately for him, the Horrible Man noticed, and he wasn\u2019t the type to debate matters. With another roar he punched Adam in face and sent him flying into a pile of snow by the side of the road.<\/p>\n “Adam!” Penelope shouted anxiously. She put down the kittens and took a step towards him. But he was already getting up slowly and fingering the skin around his eye. Then he looked over at the other man and his face looked so grim that Penelope took a step back. She watched breathlessly as Adam walked over to the man and hit him in the face so fast that Penelope hadn\u2019t realized he\u2019d done anything until the Horrible Man was lying unconscious in the slush on the ground. Then she let out a long, silly sigh.<\/p>\n Adam stood over the man for a moment, breathing heavily, and then his mouth curved up in a slow smile. It lasted until he remembered her.<\/p>\n “Oh, Adam that was wonderful!” she told him and he scowled.<\/p>\n “It was disgraceful. Fighting in the street. Let\u2019s find Richard and go.”<\/p>\n “But you were amazing!” she rested her hands on his chest and gazed up at him admiringly. He stilled, then, briefly, his smirk returned. “And your poor eye.” She reached up and skimmed his cheek lightly with her fingers.<\/p>\n “I\u2019ve had worse,” he said nonchalantly, then, “It probably looks awful,” he added in a half-hearted sneer.<\/p>\n “I think it looks marvelous.” She would swear he stood up straighter at her words. She didn\u2019t know how long they\u2019d been standing that way when a tiny meow distracted her. “Wait!” she instructed a startled Adam and dashed away from him to pick up the kittens, stepping carefully around the fallen man. He could lay there forever as far as she was concerned. “Poor things, I think they\u2019re starving.”<\/p>\n “How could I forget the cause of all this?” he asked in his old hatefully sarcastic voice and glared at the babies. She supposed they were a bit dirty and disreputable looking. Then the especially thin one shivered in her arms.<\/p>\n “He\u2019s cold, the little dear. Here,” she handed it to Adam and walked across the street to waiting carriage. He followed slowly, but she noticed he wrapped the kitten in his coat.<\/p>\n He helped her up into the vehicle and then climbed in himself, sitting across from her. They sat in silence for a moment, Penelope keeping her eyes on him as she petted her kitten. Suddenly, Adam yelled out a curse word and opened his coat. There was a rapidly spreading spot on his shirt, near the kitten.<\/p>\n It had peed on him.<\/p>\n “I suppose you think this is funny?” he asked her loudly as he placed the cat on the seat next to him. Penelope tried to restrain her laughter as he attempted to clean his shirt with a handkerchief before giving up. She lost the battle completely when he picked up the kitten to glare fiercely into its innocent little face.<\/p>\n Then suddenly the laughter caught in her throat when he again nestled the cat close to him and scratched it gently between its ears. It\u2019s no wonder I love him, she thought with a sigh. Then her eyes widened and she sat up abruptly. She really had done it to herself this time, she thought with a soft smile, and hugged her kitten tighter. There was nothing for it, she decided as she watched him stroke the little kitten\u2019s belly; she was just going to have to make him love her too.<\/p>\n ~~~~~<\/p>\n Of course, this was easier said than done. Penelope looked up from her needlework to where Adam and Evelyn sat closely together and frowned. They were stringing cranberries together to decorate the tree that everyone was going out to choose tomorrow, and the close work had them leaning in closer together than was proper. Granmama should really do something about it, Penelope huffed and poked herself with her needle.<\/p>\n Stringing the berries was really something she ought to have been doing, but once she\u2019d suggested it, Evelyn had promptly commandeered the project, and Adam, and taken them both off to the corner of the parlor. She had done this with a cold look at Penelope, evidently as revenge for having tea poured on her. Apparently, the fact that both Rupert and Evelyn weren\u2019t speaking to her at the moment wasn\u2019t punishment enough. Well, actually, she smiled to herself, it wasn\u2019t punishment at all.<\/p>\n Still, this shunning meant that she was doing needlework by herself when everyone else has something fun to do. Not that Penelope normally minded needlework too much, actually she was surprisingly good at it. It was her one ladylike skill. It was just that she\u2019d rather be doing something else. Like talking with Adam. Well, fighting with Adam if she were honest. That is how they tended to communicate.<\/p>\n But it was Evelyn over there now. Talking politely about nothing and pretending not to see his wonderful black eye, which was swollen shut and actually more purple than black. Penelope supposed that she shouldn\u2019t have poured the tea on her like a child and instead said something cool and witty to discompose Evelyn. But she hadn\u2019t felt cool and witty. She\u2019d been mad and her actions had felt good. She grinned and relived the moment in her head.<\/p>\n “A nice young man, though he does behave oddly at times.” Her grandfather broke into her thoughts with his quiet observation and sat down next to her. Penelope did not pretend to misunderstand. This was Grandfather after all.<\/p>\n “Yes he is. But I like it when he behaves oddly,” she told him with a smile.<\/p>\n “So I figured. Eliza, your grandmother, does not, but she\u2019s done stranger things- something I was quick to remind her.” He smiled wickedly, and looked like an older version of Dickie.<\/p>\n “Really?” Penelope leaned closer in interest. “Like what?”<\/p>\n He laughed warmly.<\/p>\n “I\u2019m not going to tell you. She\u2019d skin me alive.”<\/p>\n Penelope scoffed at this and then a laugh from the corner drew her eyes away from her grandfather.<\/p>\n “I should think he was worth fighting for then, if you like him so much.” Grandfather humphed and drew his pipe out of his pocket. Penelope looked at him in amusement.<\/p>\n “I was just thinking that, Grandfather,” she said finally with a smile, then laid down her needlework and stared at Evelyn with narrowed eyes. There was no reason for her to be intimidated by Evelyn. At the very least, she clearly wasn\u2019t right for Adam. Pretty or not, she left him untouched. Penelope crossed the room smoothly and stopped in front of them.<\/p>\n “Grandfather would like to speak with you, Cousin Evelyn,” she lied with a pleasant smile.<\/p>\n “Then I shall go at once. Excuse me, Adam.” Evelyn calmly rose in a graceful manner. Penelope plopped down in her empty seat. She was going to have to do something especially nice for Grandfather for putting up with Evelyn for her.<\/p>\n “So it is \u2018Adam\u2019 now is it?” she asked once Evelyn had gone, stopping Adam in the middle of discreetly distancing himself from her. He eyed her suspiciously out of his one good eye.<\/p>\n “I don\u2019t recall you ever asking to address me by my first name,” he pointed out and stabbed at a cranberry with his needle. He missed and hit his finger. Penelope smoothly strung a few before answering.<\/p>\n “I seem to recall you calling me Penelope without ever asking either.”<\/p>\n “Only when I lost my temper,” he retorted angrily and stabbed himself again.<\/p>\n “You seem to lose your temper a lot,” she responded innocently.<\/p>\n “When I\u2019m around you!” he whispered furiously.<\/p>\n “And why is that, I wonder?” She addressed her question to the bowl of berries.<\/p>\n “Because you are the most infuriating person I have ever met.”<\/p>\n “You and Evelyn didn\u2019t get much done with these berries.” She ignored his comment and pointed to the nearly full bowl with a smile. “You work faster when you\u2019re actually looking at what you\u2019re doing.”<\/p>\n “Don\u2019t ignore me,” he growled at her and poked his finger hard enough to make it bleed.<\/p>\n “I could never ignore you, Adam,” she told him truthfully. “I\u2019m simply ignoring your rudeness. Now,” she moved on while he was still gaping at her. “Let me see your hand.” She took his hand and wiped the blood off with her handkerchief. She didn\u2019t release it quite as quickly as she could have done and after a second he snatched it back.<\/p>\n “You\u2019re making a bigger fuss over this than you did over my eye yesterday,” he grumbled and resumed stringing berries.<\/p>\n Penelope glanced at him in amazement. What a baby! But she answered back smoothly.<\/p>\n “I already told you I thought that you, and your eye, are quite wonderful.” She pricked her finger on her needle, distracted by the image of him standing over that horrible man. Adam grabbed her hand and dabbed at her wound with his handkerchief.<\/p>\n “It works better when you\u2019re actually looking at what you\u2019re doing,” he repeated her words with a grin. She stuck her nose in the air, but let him care for her hand. Well, she didn\u2019t let him, he simply did it. She just didn\u2019t struggle. It would have been foolish to when she liked his touch.<\/p>\n “It really was wonderful of you to fight that man for me,” she said quietly and Adam glanced at her. “Thank you.”<\/p>\n “It was nothing.” He released her hand and picked up his needle again. “I didn\u2019t really have much choice now, did I?” he said, but she thought that his cheeks might be a touch darker than they were a minute ago.<\/p>\n “You could have stayed down in the snow. That is what Rupert would most likely have done,” she informed him seriously. He looked so offended at the very idea that she smiled. “Instead you stood up and fought him and looked quite fierce and beautiful.”<\/p>\n Adam stabbed his thumb but didn\u2019t seem to notice. He looked up at her incredulously and she stared back calmly.<\/p>\n “Though I was rather surprised you let him hit you at all,” she moved on, since he seemed embarrassed, “very slow of you.”<\/p>\n “Well I wouldn\u2019t have been in that situation at all if you hadn\u2019t run across the street like a madwoman,” he readily picked up the chance to argue, and began to lecture her again. “You need to try to curb your impulses and act responsibly.”<\/p>\n “Yes, Granmama,” she answered obediently.<\/p>\n “What did you say?” He seemed outraged.<\/p>\n “Nothing.” She hummed happily to herself.<\/p>\n “Penelope,” he said her name low in his throat so she looked up into his glaring eye.<\/p>\n “You see, even with a black eye, you\u2019re beautiful when you\u2019re angry.”<\/p>\n Adam stared at her for a moment and then let out a long-suffering sigh.<\/p>\n “Poor man,” she patted his shoulder in mock-sympathy, “it\u2019s not everyday that someone tells you you\u2019re beautiful. The agony must be unbearable.”<\/p>\n He scowled at her.<\/p>\n “Are you ever serious?” He really seemed to want to know.<\/p>\n “Are you ever not?”<\/p>\n “Of course!” he snapped. “I have fun all the time. I just know there\u2019s a time and place for it.”<\/p>\n “Like with the infamous French lessons?” she asked and his tiny smirk reappeared. “Am I ever going to hear that story?”<\/p>\n He smiled at her frustration.<\/p>\n “No, Penelope you are not,” he said shortly and picked up a berry. “Now back to work.”<\/p>\n Penelope sighed. But when he missed the berry again she smiled.<\/p>\n “No, like this,” she grabbed his hands and showed him how to do it without injuring himself. Then she scooted closer and told him to try again. She saw some hope in the fact that he did not move away, well, not right away.<\/p>\n ~~~~~<\/p>\n “I\u2019ve found him! This is the one I want! He\u2019s perfect!” Penelope excitedly pointed to the tall fir tree in the center of a small clearing.<\/p>\n “It\u2019s a bit lopsided,” Evelyn commented critically from behind her.<\/p>\n “I like it that way,” Penelope responded defensively while they waited for everyone else to catch up with them.<\/p>\n “I think I\u2019ll just keep looking.” Evelyn smiled at her coldly and walked further into the trees. Rupert, as always, followed. They both avoided coming too close to her, as if she might suddenly go crazy and attack them. She imagined this was how Adam must feel around Granmama.<\/p>\n “Why is it a \u2018he\u2019, Peanut?” Dickie asked with some amusement, coming to stand next to her. She smiled at him.<\/p>\n “It just is.” She waved this away.<\/p>\n “It looks a little wide as well,” Adam was eyeing the tree in a considering way. Penelope turned to eye him in a considering way. He looked marvelous today. She thought it might be the fresh air and the activity. Adam Cartwright was not meant to linger indoors all day.<\/p>\n “We\u2019ll just trim his branches a bit,” she answered, not commenting on his appearance since it had startled him yesterday. He winked over her head at Dickie.<\/p>\n “I think the gentleman might object to having his branches trimmed,” he said dryly and Dickie laughed. Penelope was mystified. To cover it up, she sniffed and stepped away from them.<\/p>\n “It will look beautiful. Can\u2019t you see the family gathered underneath it on Christmas morning?”<\/p>\n “Yes, and about half the countryside as well. It\u2019s huge, Peanut,” Dickie pointed out with a grin.<\/p>\n “What do you think, Adam?” She turned around to look at him when she got no response. He was staring off at the mountains again. She shared a look with Dickie and then approached Adam, shaking her head. “What could be the matter, in your opinion, Doctor?” she asked Dickie seriously. He peered at Adam through an imaginary monocle.<\/p>\n “I would say an acute case of homesickness!” he declared loudly, getting Adam\u2019s attention. Penelope waited for him to raise an eyebrow or dismiss their joking but he just smiled.<\/p>\n “Is it that obvious?”<\/p>\n “Only to us trained professionals,” Dickie snickered.<\/p>\n “Would you like to talk about your home?” Penelope ignored him and touched Adam\u2019s arm gently. He glanced down at her.<\/p>\n “Not more ranch stories!” Dickie groaned dramatically just as Evelyn appeared out of the trees.<\/p>\n “Richard, come help Rupert. He fell in the snow and I think he hurt his ankle.”<\/p>\n Dickie\u2019s mouth twisted as if he wanted to laugh, but he skipped over to her and they disappeared into the woods.<\/p>\n Penelope looked over at Adam and they shared a grin. His smile, directed at her, took her breath away. To cover this, she looked around for a place to sit. She noticed a fallen log and walked over to it, gesturing for Adam to come sit next to her. She smiled at him warmly when he did.<\/p>\n “What I\u2019m dying to know,” she began eagerly and he looked worried, “is what scrapes you got into.”<\/p>\n “I don\u2019t know what you\u2019re talking about.” Adam answered in a voice that meant she wasn\u2019t going to hear any stories now and smiled fondly at some memory.<\/p>\n “You said you gave your Pa gray hairs, but not as many as Little Joe gave him,” she reminded him.<\/p>\n “Joe,” Adam laughed as he said his brother\u2019s name. “At six he was already too much for Pa, and I, and Hop Sing to handle.”<\/p>\n “Who\u2019s Hop Sing?” Penelope asked, fascinated.<\/p>\n “Our cook, well, he\u2019s more than that. I remember how he took care of Joe and Hoss when Pa was gone and I had that fever\u2026”<\/p>\n “Cook? Fever?” Penelope felt like a parrot. Adam answered her absently.<\/p>\n “He helped raise Hoss and Joe after Marie died. This one time, Joe got away from him and snuck into my room to see me. When Hop Sing found him there was a string of undoubtedly profane Chinese out of his mouth I hadn\u2019t heard since the time a five year old Joe tried to ride my horse. Thinking of it now, that\u2019s funny. But at the time I was furious. The little fool could have been hurt or worse and I told him so.”<\/p>\n Marie? Chinese? Penelope wondered vaguely, while at the same time smiling at the image of a young boy who clearly idolized his oldest brother. Adam\u2019s tone was warm and he was smiling as well.<\/p>\n “Hoss is much less trouble. Usually he\u2019s too busy dealing with injured squirrels or birds, although occasionally that soft heart of his gets him in trouble and I\u2019ve got to go rescue him.”<\/p>\n “What\u2019s wrong with a soft heart? He sounds beautiful,” Penelope said softly. Adam met her gaze.<\/p>\n “You also remind me of him,” he told her with a grin. She remembered how he\u2019d compared her to Little Joe before on the road to Maplewood and sniffed.<\/p>\n “So what would your family be doing for Christmas?” she asked, to change the subject. He laughed.<\/p>\n “Little Joe and Hoss are probably driving Pa crazy about their presents. Hoss should be trying to eat every Christmas treat that Hop Sing is preparing, when Joe isn\u2019t starting snowball fights with him anyway.”<\/p>\n “Snow fights?” Penelope giggled. “And where would you be during all this? Watching to make sure they don\u2019t get into trouble, or in the snow with them?” He was so serious, so different from how he described his brothers, yet she knew he had a devilish side. He didn\u2019t answer right away and she peered over at him.<\/p>\n “I\u2019d be in the snow with them,” he admitted reluctantly and she smiled.<\/p>\n “Now, was that so hard?” she asked, then said seriously, “it sounds wonderful. I\u2019m sure they\u2019re thinking of you too.”<\/p>\n He didn\u2019t answer and she raised her eyebrows in surprise.<\/p>\n “They miss you, Adam. How could they not, when you obviously love them?”<\/p>\n He didn\u2019t appear to be listening to her, so she pulled on his coat to get his attention.<\/p>\n “We are all like our families in some way, Adam, even if we are unaware of it. Your family seems to be warm, caring, and full of love. And you seem to me to be the same way. Well, once you get beyond your hard head anyway.” She added with a grin. It was impossible to tell what he was thinking. “Although, I suppose that makes me cold, snobbish, and bound by tradition.”<\/p>\n “No, I\u2019d say it makes you noble, stubborn, and capable of producing things of incredible beauty,” he answered and she sighed. “Well, when you get beyond your flightiness anyway.”<\/p>\n “Flightiness?” she huffed and picked up a handful of snow. She had it packed into a ball and in his stunned face before he had time to blink. Then she ran away a few feet and stopped to rearm. When she looked up again, ready for action with a snowball in each hand, he was nowhere in sight. “Adam?” she called out warily and a snowball smacked her in the back. She let out a surprised little scream and heard his laugh. Her eyes narrowed and she ran for cover. He pelted her with snow the entire way. He was good at this. “Not fair!” she called out and got pegged in the head for yelling. Chunks of ice somehow managed to get down her dress and she shivered. This called for strategy.<\/p>\n Thinking quickly, she fell into the snow and began to make weeping noises like she\u2019d been hurt. Adam was at her side in seconds.<\/p>\n “Penelope?” he asked in concern and she didn\u2019t hesitate. She launched herself at him, pushing a surprised Adam back into the snow and landing on top of him. Then she shoved a handful of snow down his shirt while he was still stunned. “I should have known,” he groaned, then yelped when the snow touched his skin. He glared up at her and then grinned slowly. Before she could even think to be worried, there was a movement and suddenly\u00a0she<\/i>\u00a0was on\u00a0her<\/i>\u00a0back in the snow, and he was smirking down at her. He weighed\u00a0a lot<\/i>\u00a0more than she did. “Anybody who falls off a building with a smile wouldn\u2019t cry at a little snow,” he finished and sprinkled some snow on her face, making her sputter inelegantly.<\/p>\n Penelope couldn\u2019t have cared less about the snow. She was no longer cold anyway. She\u2019d had a brief impression of Adam\u2019s body when she\u2019d fallen on him before, but this was different. Much different. Since she found she couldn\u2019t speak, she settled for smiling at him. His smile slowly faded and he gently brushed the snow off her face.<\/p>\n “Cousin Penelope?” Evelyn asked archly from the edge of the clearing. Penelope looked over to glare at her and Rupert and even at Dickie. Adam got up abruptly. Well, he tried to anyway. A button in his coat had apparently caught in the clasp of Penelope\u2019s cape, because when he jerked upwards it tore. He fingered the rip in his clothing and scowled down at her. Penelope just laid there in the snow and smiled widely at him. Somehow, she didn\u2019t think he found this as funny as she did.<\/p>\n ~~~~~<\/p>\n <\/p>\n “May I have this dance?”<\/p>\n Penelope looked over the head of the young man who wanted to dance with her and spotted Adam across the room. The she looked back at the man, one of Dickie\u2019s friends, with a smile.<\/p>\n “I\u2019m sorry, but I believe I am already engaged for this dance,” she told him and directed him to a friend of hers who was alone for the moment. Then she squared her shoulders and made her way purposefully towards her prey.<\/p>\n She nodded and smiled at friends but kept on walking until she was at the edge of the group surrounding the visiting Mr. Cartwright. She really shouldn\u2019t have been surprised at how fascinating others seemed to find him, but she was a little bothered that she had to resort to trickery to dance with him.<\/p>\n “Excuse me, Adam,” she said loudly to let the girls in the group know they were on close terms, “but I believe this is your dance.” She held out her dance card and he took it. She waited anxiously while he studied it, not at all soothed by his raised eyebrow. It only took a second to read the signed name next to the second waltz, and a second more to notice that the loopy handwriting clearly wasn\u2019t his.<\/p>\n “Yes, I believe it is,” he said at last and she let out a relieved breath. “Excuse me, ” he said to those around him and lead her out onto the floor just as the music started. “Now what was that about?”<\/p>\n “What was what about?” she asked innocently and he gave her a knowing look. “Thanks,” she added and she knew he understood when he nodded.<\/p>\n “The room does look lovely. You did a good job.”<\/p>\n “You helped.” Penelope reminded him of that day with a grin.<\/p>\n “I\u2019m trying to say that your idea turned out well,” he explained slowly, like she was an idiot.<\/p>\n “Did you have any doubt? Don\u2019t answer that!” she added quickly when he smiled. She didn\u2019t speak again right away; she wanted a minute to enjoy his hand on her waist. For the first time, she understood why people had thought this dance was shocking when Granmama was a girl, and why even Granmama had danced it anyway, with Grandfather. “So do you find me much improved?” Penelope referred to her elegant appearance. There were a thousand pins in her hair but it was in place, and her dove gray silk was without a single spot or stain. He looked her over carefully.<\/p>\n “You look beautiful,” he said at last.<\/p>\n “What good is a compliment if you have to hint for it?” she huffed and he looked incredulous.<\/p>\n “Women,” he said in disbelief. She waited.<\/p>\n “You do look beautiful, Penelope.” It wasn\u2019t being compared to an angel, but it would do. Until he added, “You don\u2019t look like you,” with a frown. She glared at him but he continued to study her seriously. “I shouldn\u2019t be dancing with you. Elegant or not, chances are you\u2019ll somehow ruin my last good suit of clothing,” he commented as he whirled her around.<\/p>\n “It\u2019s not like I\u2019m deliberately destroying your clothes, Adam. I\u2019m just pleased with the results. I admit I don\u2019t like them very much.”<\/p>\n “Yes, you said you\u2019d rather see me in chaps. I assume you are aware that chaps are not a complete ensemble.” Adam was smirking.<\/p>\n “Well\u2026I\u2026of course.” She blushed and cleared her throat. “Your eye is barely noticeable now.” She changed the subject.<\/p>\n “Like I said, I\u2019ve had worse.” He shrugged.<\/p>\n “And yet the West isn\u2019t a wild place?” she asked softly. He frowned at her.<\/p>\n “I never said it wasn\u2019t,” he answered irritably.<\/p>\n “Maybe not in so many words, but you implied it was dull.”<\/p>\n “I\u2026”<\/p>\n “You implied,” she said over whatever he\u2019d been about to say.<\/p>\n “I just don\u2019t like those dime novels you read. They\u2019re nothing but a lot of trash and nonsense.”<\/p>\n “I like that trash and nonsense. But I also like the truth,” she reminded him. “You said you carry a gun. One doesn\u2019t carry a gun in a dull place.”<\/p>\n “You don\u2019t give up, do you?”<\/p>\n “Why do you carry a gun?”<\/p>\n “This is hardly something to discuss on the dance floor.”<\/p>\n “Where\u2019s a good place?” she asked immediately and he sighed, though he really didn\u2019t seem that irritated.<\/p>\n “I carry a gun because my father owns a lot of land and lots of people would like to get their hands on it. And because there are many wild animals who share that land with us, and they\u2019re not always so ready to live with us.”<\/p>\n “Have you ever shot anyone?” she asked in amazement. He nodded but continued to lead her through the steps smoothly. “Have you ever killed anyone?” she whispered and he nodded again.<\/p>\n “Yes,” he said shortly and Penelope stepped in closer to him than was strictly necessary for this dance. She just had the feeling that he needed comfort somehow.<\/p>\n “You could only have been seventeen when you left for school!” she said in shock and he nodded again. She scooted in even closer and they danced in silence for a while.<\/p>\n “You dance wonderfully,” she told him on a sigh.<\/p>\n “Did you think I never learned how to, in the savage West?” he asked bitterly and she gasped. He took a deep breath that apparently calmed him somewhat.<\/p>\n “You dance well too, surprisingly,” he told her.<\/p>\n “What did you think I was going to do, step on your toes?” she sniffed.<\/p>\n “No, nothing so ordinary. Fall on me maybe, or throw food at me, but not step on my feet.”<\/p>\n Penelope stamped down on his foot, which probably hurt her more, since she was wearing dancing slippers. But he limped for several steps and glared down at her.<\/p>\n “You forgot to mention getting you into a fight with a Horrible Man in the middle of a busy street.” Penelope told him sweetly and he nodded, playfully acknowledging his error.<\/p>\n “How could I forget that? How are your little \u2018darlings\u2019 anyway?”<\/p>\n “They are recovering nicely, thank you,” she answered pertly in response to his sarcastic tone.<\/p>\n “Glad to hear it.” They danced the last few strains in silence. The dance ended and they stopped to clap with everyone else.<\/p>\n “I think Evelyn is waiting for me over there somewhere.” Adam looked into the crowd and didn\u2019t seem to hear Penelope\u2019s whispers about Evelyn\u00a0lurking<\/i>\u00a0out there somewhere. His imminent departure did remind her of the reason she\u2019d wanted to dance with him in the first place though.<\/p>\n There was a bough of mistletoe hanging up in the center of the ballroom, directly above them. Penelope had been sure to include it in her decorations. Excited, she looked back to Adam but he was already walking away. Before she had finished calling his name, there were three boys standing in front of her, grinning and waiting. She sighed. Just once one of her plans should work. And of course, just as Adam finally turned around would be the moment when the first boy claimed his forfeit. Adam looked stunned at first, and then he looked up and saw the little green plant. It really was horribly unfair, she thought as she watched him disappear into the crowd, no doubt looking for her more \u2018angelic\u2019 cousin.<\/p>\n ~~~~~<\/p>\n Penelope waited impatiently for the last of the young men to finish claiming his Christmas kiss before following Adam through the crowd. Honestly, she thought as she absently wiped her mouth, she\u2019d had enough of polite little closed-mouth kisses. She wanted her mouth to be ravished, or was it ravaged? like in her novels and she knew whom she wanted it done by! She just had to find him. They weren\u2019t anywhere on or near the dance floor. That meant they could only be on the terrace and that was\u00a0unacceptable<\/i>. The terrace was where couples went who wanted to be alone.<\/p>\n Even in the cold, it was full of people taking advantage of the darkness and the privacy provided by the shrubs and thorny bushes. This, and the fact that she couldn\u2019t find Adam and Evelyn immediately did not improve her mood. Finally, she decided to look for the couple that wasn\u2019t engaged in anything that looked like fun, since she couldn\u2019t imagine Evelyn ever allowing herself to get that mussed.<\/p>\n They were in the back corner near a bush that would have been full of roses in the summertime, and they were\u00a0talking<\/i>. Penelope smirked as she approached them. Then she heard her name. Curious, she ducked into the bush to listen.<\/p>\n “Penelope seems to be popular with the boys around here,” Adam was commenting. Evelyn laughed.<\/p>\n “Of course she is. She\u2019s lovely, wealthy, and friendly.”<\/p>\n Penelope almost mistook this for a compliment until Evelyn spoke again.<\/p>\n “And she allows them all sorts of liberties a real lady would never allow and they know it.”<\/p>\n “A few kisses under the mistletoe?” Adam seemed surprised at her tone, but Evelyn kept on talking.<\/p>\n “Exactly. A real lady would never allow it. But Cousin Penelope can never claim to be that. Her mother you know.”<\/p>\n “What about her mother?”<\/p>\n “Richard\u2019s more of a Bradford than her, but then he doesn\u2019t resemble their mother much.” Evelyn squealed suddenly when Adam grabbed her arm.<\/p>\n “What<\/i>\u00a0about her mother?” he demanded icily and Evelyn answered back just as coldly.<\/p>\n “Her mother was some shopkeeper\u2019s daughter from Boston. Mother says it was a blessing to the family when she was killed along with Uncle Richard in a carriage accident.”<\/p>\n Penelope threw herself at Evelyn with a very unladylike growl. Only she didn\u2019t quite make it as she had gotten stuck in the bush\u2019s thorns. The noise did alert the couple that someone else was nearby. Evelyn finally quieted just as Adam pushed her away.<\/p>\n “The woman who cared for me as a child and who I think of as a mother was a shopkeeper and a truer lady I\u2019ve never met. You are nothing to her. Now get out of my sight.” He pronounced each word in a way that Penelope would describe with glee as being low and deadly.<\/p>\n “But,” Evelyn began.<\/p>\n “Get!” Adam shouted and he must have looked quite fierce because Evelyn got. Then there was a sigh and the sound of footsteps coming closer. Penelope frantically tried to free herself, but her hair was caught now as well. “Hear anything good?” Adam asked silkily and she looked up at him with wide eyes, trying not to look like she\u2019d been spying. He had his arms crossed and was staring down at her in that way he was so good at doing. She sighed and shook her head, though the movement was somewhat limited since her hair was wound so tightly in the branches. “Eavesdroppers rarely do,” he scolded her with a smile.<\/p>\n “Oh, just help me,” she ordered him impatiently.<\/p>\n “Yes, ma\u2019am,” he tipped an imaginary hat, and then freed her hair gently in a few seconds.<\/p>\n “Don\u2019t look so superior,” she huffed at him and tugged at her dress. It didn\u2019t come loose.<\/p>\n “So what exactly were you doing in that bush?” he was watching her struggles with great amusement.<\/p>\n “Nothing.” She couldn\u2019t quite meet his eyes.<\/p>\n “Really?” He arched an eyebrow.<\/p>\n “Yes, really,” she insisted and changed tactics. “You have this habit of not trusting my word, Adam. And if you think I\u2019m a liar, I\u2019d be only too happy to leave!” She was hoping he wouldn\u2019t mention the dance card incident, although he was just as involved in that one, since he\u2019d played along.<\/p>\n “Be my guest,” he swept her a low bow.<\/p>\n “Fine!” she answered hotly and ripped herself free of the thorns in one violent motion, then stepped away with her nose in the air.<\/p>\n “Penelope,” Adam gasped out her name. “Get back here.” This was naturally very pleasing, so she stopped. But she didn\u2019t step back yet. She did notice suddenly how cold it was out on the terrace though.<\/p>\n “Why?” she asked with dignity.<\/p>\n “Because I don\u2019t think you want the whole room to know that you are wearing lavender underthings today,” he said dryly. And suddenly Penelope knew why she was so cold. She looked down and saw that she\u2019d shredded the back of her dress, making it all but useless. She backed up quickly until Adam was directly behind her.<\/p>\n “I have to change,” she whispered, blushing furiously. Adam started laughing. “Shush,” she told him.<\/p>\n “Why are you whispering?” he seemed to think that this was even more amusing. She elbowed him the ribs, which of course only made him laugh harder. Then something occurred to her.<\/p>\n “Today,” she said and he stopped laughing. “You said today. \u2018Lavender underthings today\u2019!”<\/p>\n “Penelope,” Adam said warningly but she ignored him.<\/p>\n “You\u00a0were<\/i>\u00a0looking up my skirts!” she practically yelled and there were several laughs from the shadows. Adam groaned.<\/p>\n “All right, if I help you will you be quiet?” He didn\u2019t actually admit to anything but Penelope smiled.<\/p>\n “Maybe,” she agreed, trying to sound reluctant and failing miserably. He sighed. “I need to go upstairs to change. We can take the back hallways to the servant staircase.”<\/p>\n “Fine, let\u2019s just go.” He seemed a bit irritated, not that she cared.<\/p>\n “Hold on tighter,” she instructed him and he obediently pulled her against him. “All right then,” she said in a suddenly shaky voice, and they walked forward awkwardly.<\/p>\n They managed to avoid most people by sticking to the shadows, although they did get a strange look from a passing James. Adam was probably anxious they would be seen, and that was why he was being irritable, but Penelope thought it was better than dancing, no matter how odd they looked. With her dress torn, there was very little separating them. She was a bit sad when they made it to the back stairs successfully.<\/p>\n “You can go change now,” Adam said at the foot of the stairs, releasing her quickly. He looked so grumpy that she couldn\u2019t help giggling. “Oh you liked that, did you?” he asked sarcastically and she nodded.<\/p>\n “Well I have done worse,” she answered with a smile. He looked at her sharply, then relaxed a bit.<\/p>\n “I don\u2019t doubt it.” He had his hands on his hips and was staring up at her in a brooding way.<\/p>\n “Are you going to wait for me to come back down?” she asked hopefully.<\/p>\n “No.” He told her shortly.<\/p>\n “What\u2019s wrong with you? I just asked.” She was a bit hurt by his refusal. He grimaced.<\/p>\n “No, I\u2019m going back outside.”<\/p>\n “But it\u2019s cold outside.” She was a bit confused, but he just turned around and headed back the way they\u2019d come. “Wait!” She reached out and grabbed his coat. With him so determined to leave, and her pulling so hard to make him stay, it was only natural that it ripped clear up the back. She winced and dropped it like a red hot coal. “Sorry,” she said faintly and he turned around in that slow way she was coming to recognize. It meant the storm was building. That look of anger was on his face again as well, and somehow, she didn\u2019t think she was going to be saved by a door opening this time. “Must not be good material,” she\u00a0tsk<\/i>ed and backed up a few stairs. “But now you can buy yourself a whole new wardrobe.” She smiled at his temper.<\/p>\n “You are long over due for that spanking,” Adam told her with a wicked smile.<\/p>\n “Adam\u2026” she said as he sat down on a step and pulled her down across his lap.<\/p>\n “Penelope\u2026” he mimicked as his hand came down once on her bottom. She stifled a squeal of outrage. But just like that, it was over. He stood up and set her down carefully. Then he nodded. “Now we\u2019re even,” he said with a satisfied look. Then he took off his coat and tossed it over his shoulder and headed coolly back down the hallway. He was practically strutting.<\/p>\n Penelope stared after him in shock, gingerly rubbing her behind as she did. Then she started to laugh joyfully and headed upstairs. She\u2019d made him lose his temper. That was almost better than a kiss.<\/p>\n Well, she rubbed herself again and grimaced, almost.<\/p>\n ~~~~~<\/p>\n “Psst, Adam, wake up,” Penelope whispered and tried to balance the bundle in her arms and the candle in her hand. “Wake up!” she said, a bit louder, and he opened one eye. He was peering up at her sideways, since he had been on his stomach and his face was partially buried in his pillow.<\/p>\n “I\u2019m dreaming,” he said after a minute and smiled sleepily at her. He didn\u2019t seem at all surprised. She laughed and shook her head. “I\u2019m not?” he asked and blinked at her, looking a touch more alert.<\/p>\n “You look so charming when you\u2019re sleeping, Adam, it was a shame to wake you up,” she told him and he sat up quickly. She admired his bare chest while he was getting his bearings.<\/p>\n “What are you doing here?” he demanded and she tore her eyes away from his exposed skin to smile at him.<\/p>\n “Merry Christmas!” she said brightly and he looked at her like she was crazy.<\/p>\n “What?” he rubbed his eyes and stared at her. She supposed it was more than a bit unusual to pay a social call in one\u2019s night things.<\/p>\n “It\u2019s after midnight. Merry Christmas!” She explained herself with another smile.<\/p>\n “You\u2019re not supposed to be here,” he told her sternly. He shook his head and mumbled something to himself.<\/p>\n “Well, someone with my background can\u2019t be expected to always do what is proper,” she excused her behavior and he scowled.<\/p>\n “That\u2019s a load of shit and you know it!” He looked fully awake now, and very angry.<\/p>\n “Why, Adam, you\u2019re not supposed to say that word around me!” she said with wide eyes, feigning shock.<\/p>\n “Considering where you are right now, I\u2019m going to say that you aren\u2019t too offended,” Adam answered dryly. “Now turn around so I can put my robe on.” He moved and Penelope,\u00a0very<\/i>\u00a0slowly, did as he asked. Well, ordered. “Now,” he said a moment later after some material rustling noises that sparked all sorts of interesting images in Penelope\u2019s mind, “why are you here?”<\/p>\n She turned around and to her disappointment he was wearing a thick robe.<\/p>\n “It\u2019s Christmas now.” She looked up into his eyes. The darkness was making his expression even harder to read than usual. “I wanted to share it with you,” she whispered and he stilled in the middle of tying the robe\u2019s belt. “Also,” she changed the subject so as not to alarm him too much, “I wanted to give you your gift now.”<\/p>\n “You got me something?” he asked quietly.<\/p>\n “Of course,” Penelope answered, then hesitated a moment before continuing on in a rush. “I don\u2019t know if you\u2019ll like it, and it\u2019s not exactly usual or, oh, I don\u2019t know, here.” She placed the bundle on the bed and opened it. Her two kittens blinked back at her sleepily. “I know you can\u2019t take them with you or anything, but from what you said and how you must miss your home, well, I named them for you.”<\/p>\n He was still staring at her without saying anything. Nervously, she picked up the bigger one, which, clean and well fed, had turned out to be a huge orange fluffball.<\/p>\n “This is Hoss,” she told him and put it in his hands. “And this scrawny little fellow,” she handed him the dark, thin one with a smile, “is Little Joe.” Little Joe immediately started chewing on Adam\u2019s finger. He barely seemed to notice.<\/p>\n “Penelope,” he began.<\/p>\n “Merry Christmas, Adam,” she said again, firmly. He looked down at the kittens in his arms. Then he scratched each little head in turn. Penelope could hear them purring from where she stood.<\/p>\n “Thank you,” he whispered and smiled over at her, almost tenderly. Then suddenly he cursed again and looked down. “Again,” he muttered and placed Hoss and Joe on the bed. “It\u00a0would<\/i>\u00a0be Joe who keeps thinking I\u2019m a water closet.”<\/p>\n Penelope giggled and Adam moved his glare to her.<\/p>\n “I have to get out of this robe now. Turn around.”<\/p>\n Sighing, she complied, and set down the candle on a dresser nearby.<\/p>\n “I\u2019m surprised you thought of me at all, after the way I behaved earlier.” He talked as he disrobed.<\/p>\n “What way?” Penelope asked curiously.<\/p>\n “When I lost my temper. I shouldn\u2019t have done that.”<\/p>\n “Are you apologizing?” Ready or not, Penelope turned around to ask him. She was trying not to yell. He seemed startled, though at her tone or her surprise movement she couldn\u2019t tell. He was holding a blanket around his waist.<\/p>\n “I suppose I should.” If she hadn\u2019t been so angry, she would have noticed how unwilling he seemed to do so.<\/p>\n “Oh, how could you?” she wondered in a hurt voice.<\/p>\n “How could I what, Penelope?”<\/p>\n “How could you apologize to me for your temper, you hateful man!” she railed at him, then turned and ran out of his room. She heard him swear and then he ran after her. The blanket probably impeded his progress but he stopped her in the hall by catching part of her dressing gown.<\/p>\n “Will you start making sense, you crazy woman!” he demanded, trying unsuccessfully to keep his voice even. She spun around to face him. “Why shouldn\u2019t I apologize for hitting you?”<\/p>\n “Because it was the nicest, most beautiful thing that\u2019s ever happened to me!”<\/p>\n “What?” he nearly shouted, “I spanked you!”<\/p>\n “No, you lost your temper. You revealed yourself to me.” Her voice softened briefly. “To\u00a0me<\/i>. It made me feel special. And then you go and apologize and ruin it all.”<\/p>\n “I have this sudden urge to hit you again,” he growled in frustration.<\/p>\n “I wish you would!” she snapped back in his face and he glared back at her.<\/p>\n “Don\u2019t tempt me.”<\/p>\n “Yes, don\u2019t make you lose your temper again. Because just when I think there\u2019s some hope for you after all, you\u2019ll remember that you\u2019re not a cowboy, you\u2019re a Boston blueblood and apologize and get stuffier than three Ruperts! You need to learn that there are worse things than losing control and being thought a fool, or crazy!”<\/p>\n Adam mumbled something under his breath about murder.<\/p>\n “Don\u2019t threaten Rupert. Your problems aren\u2019t his fault.”<\/p>\n “I wasn\u2019t threatening Rupert.” Adam was practically snarling but this time she stood her ground.<\/p>\n “Go ahead and try. I can take anything you throw at me!” She tossed her head in challenge. She was praying he\u2019d accept it. The results however, were not what she expected, or perhaps, better than she\u2019d hoped for.<\/p>\n Adam reached out and pulled her roughly to him. The action seemed quite magnificent to a breathless Penelope. Unfortunately, for Adam that is, it wasn\u2019t very practical. Unsupported, the blanket fell to the floor. It took Penelope\u2019s mind less than a second to register what this meant. Then her curiosity got the better of her. She shoved him away to get a look at a naked Adam Cartwright. But, since the blankets were still wrapped around his ankles, her action made him stumble and fall awkwardly to the floor.<\/p>\n Penelope couldn\u2019t even manage an apology. Adam stopped his swearing the moment he noticed where her attention was directed. She supposed she should turn around, but she was extremely unwilling to do so.<\/p>\n “Penelope!” he said her name furiously and tried to free enough blanket to cover himself. She reluctantly moved her gaze up to his eyes. Then she smiled. She was fascinated to see a blush spread all over his body. How could he be embarrassed about looking like that? she wondered vaguely just as the sound of people approaching could be heard.<\/p>\n Adam\u2019s eyes opened wide in alarm.<\/p>\n “I can\u2019t be seen like this with you here.” He was tugging desperately on the tangled blanket.<\/p>\n “And what is that supposed to mean?” she asked, hands on hips.<\/p>\n “Dammit, Penelope, just help me up!”<\/p>\n “Why? Afraid they might see the real Adam Cartwright?” she taunted him, but held out her hand.<\/p>\n She really should have braced herself for his weight. He pulled and she tumbled onto his very naked body just as Dickie turned the corner into the hallway.<\/p>\n If nothing else good came out of the situation, Penelope thought with a smile, well, aside from coming into contact with a naked-as-the-original-Adam Adam, it was the nervous smile that she had seen on Adam\u2019s face when he noticed her brother observing them.<\/p>\n Now, if only she could figure out why Dickie suddenly looked less than amused.<\/p>\n ~~~~~<\/p>\n Penelope sat curled up near the fireplace, almost underneath the Christmas tree, idly dangling a bit of ribbon from an opened package in front of Hoss\u2019 nose. Her family had long since left the parlor and had gone upstairs with their gifts to await a big Christmas dinner. She just hadn\u2019t felt like going with them. It could have had something to do with the fact that she hadn\u2019t seen Adam since last night\u2019s fiasco.<\/p>\n Honestly, why had Dickie gotten so upset over one little thing? Well, she blushed, perhaps not so little. She still didn\u2019t see what they were so upset about; Adam was the one who\u2019d been naked. Yes, the situation had looked bad, but it was hardly like she\u2019d never done inexplicable things before, something Adam had pointed out almost eagerly last night. Something else must have happened after she\u2019d finally gone to bed, judging from the half-concerned, half-amused looks Dickie had been giving her this morning.<\/p>\n She didn\u2019t know how Adam was faring, since he hadn\u2019t been involved in the family events this morning, but he and Dickie were supposed to go riding later, so she supposed that somehow he\u2019d explained everything and he was forgiven. Whether or not Adam had forgiven her for his embarrassment\u2026she sighed, but it was a happy sigh. It had almost been worth Adam never coming near her again.<\/p>\n The door to the parlor opened and the object of her desires walked in. She almost didn\u2019t recognize him. She looked him over once slowly and then one more time. His fashionable suit was gone and in its place were dark jeans and a dark, partially unbuttoned shirt. He looked quite wonderful prowling across the room towards her, even with one eye swollen shut again as if he had been hit. So she kept staring.<\/p>\n Adam stopped in front of her.<\/p>\n “Stop looking at me like that,” he ordered her, with a flush of color his cheekbones.<\/p>\n “All right. But it\u2019ll be hard,” she told him truthfully, and enjoyed watching that tiny smirk come and go.<\/p>\n “These are my only undamaged clothes.” Adam frowned, probably at the memory of his ruined suits. Then he sat down on a sofa across from her. Little Joe jumped in his lap. Adam scratched his head, and then placed him carefully on the floor.<\/p>\n “I didn\u2019t expect to see you today. I certainly didn\u2019t think you\u2019d come to see me.” She raised her eyebrows questioningly and dropped the ribbon in her hand. She barely noticed Hoss continuing to pounce on the now lifeless toy.<\/p>\n “Yes, well, I have to give you your gift.” His mouth curved up slightly as if he found something amusing.<\/p>\n “You got me something?” Her eyes lit up.<\/p>\n “Not exactly. Come here.” It was definitely phrased as an order, but Penelope went anyway. She wasn\u2019t an idiot. She sat down next to him as he pulled some papers from his pocket.<\/p>\n “Your letters!” she exclaimed in surprise and he nodded.<\/p>\n “I thought I\u2019d read some parts to you, if you don\u2019t mind.” He spoke as if he knew her answer. Of course, he probably did.<\/p>\n “I don\u2019t mind,” she told him eagerly. He unfolded the first one. She saw wide-spaced writing like that of a child. Little Joe\u2019s, she decided.<\/p>\n “\u2019I got into a fight at school last week, Adam, and Pa made me stay home and miss\u00a0<\/i>the school party\u2019.<\/i>” Adam began to read in a light voice, like this story amused him. “\u2019But it\u00a0<\/i>wasn\u2019t my fault and I wish you\u2019d tell him so. These boys were saying Sarah had teeth like a horse. She does Adam, but she cried, so I whipped them both real good.\u2019”<\/p>\n “Who is Sarah?” she interrupted him to ask.<\/p>\n “I have no idea.” Adam shook his head and continued, skipping a few paragraphs. “\u2019When are you coming back home, Adam? Pa says you won\u2019t be here this Christmas either and I miss you. I hope you\u2019re having fun at your silly old school. Come back soon. I can hit Hoss too easily with snowballs. You make a better target.\u2019”<\/p>\n Penelope started to laugh. Adam gave her a resigned look as he unfolded another letter. This one looked to be much shorter. Hoss\u2019.<\/p>\n “\u2019Dear Adam,\u2019” he began and Penelope listened attentively. “\u2019It\u2019s real quiet around the house just now. Pa finally got Little Joe to bed. I\u2019m sittin\u2019 on the porch in the cold, a writin\u2019 to you. The sky is real pretty tonight, Adam. It\u2019s blue and just full of thousands of stars twinkling at me. I reckon you can see the same stars out there, but ain\u2019t no view like the Ponderosa. It snowed yesterday and there\u2019s plenty of real soft snow coverin\u2019 every rock and tree. I reckon I can\u2019t describe like them fellows in your books, Adam, but as pretty as it all looks, it still don\u2019t look right without you in it. I hope they have good vittles at that school of yours. P.S. Please tell Joe to stop hitting me with snowballs or I\u2019m gonna belt him good.\u2019”<\/p>\n “That was beautiful,” she sighed. Adam nodded and cleared his throat.<\/p>\n “Now for my Pa.” He cleared his throat again and didn\u2019t seem to be aware that his voice got deeper as he read. “\u2019Well, son, overall we\u2019ve had a good few months here at the ranch since I last wrote you. Some head were lost, but not many. Your brother Hoss is turning into a good tracker, which I think I owe to you. Joe is doing as well as can be expected in school. He got into a fight and I had to punish him. Over some girl he tells me. He takes after you. Business is doing well, though I could use you here, both for your cool head as well as your help with Joseph. But I recognize how important your studies are to you. I miss you, son. I look forward to seeing you soon.\u2019” Adam was silent for a while after he finished the last letter.<\/p>\n “They sound wonderful,” Penelope told him softly. “Thank you for sharing them with me. Why did you?”<\/p>\n “I thought you should hear something about the true west.” He smiled suddenly, a genuine smile, not a smirk. “They are the west to me.” He said this seriously and Penelope pictured a home filled with love and laughter.<\/p>\n “I knew I loved it there.” Penelope grinned at him to lighten his mood.<\/p>\n A howl from the tree got their attention.<\/p>\n “Little Joe!” Penelope yelled in fear and ran over to the tree, where Joe was dangling from a branch over her head. “How did you manage that?”<\/p>\n He just blinked up at the cat even higher up than he was. Hoss and Joe liked to climb trees it seemed. They meowed piteously at her.<\/p>\n “Leave them alone. They\u2019ll come down. Didn\u2019t your last experience with a cat and a tree teach you anything?” Adam asked irritably.<\/p>\n “Adam please,” she turned wide gray eyes on him and he got up slowly with a sigh. The cats climbed even higher as he approached, knocking ornaments off as they did. Adam dodged them as he strained up and grabbed for Joe.<\/p>\n Then what happened exactly was a blur for Penelope. Joe hissed and scared Hoss, who decided to jump to freedom, using Adam\u2019s head as a springboard. Then Joe jumped onto Adam\u2019s shoulders, claws out and hissing the whole time. It apparently startled Adam enough to make him lose his balance. He fell backwards and hit his head on a low table.<\/p>\n “Adam!” Penelope ran over to him and looked down into his face with worry. “Are you all right?”<\/p>\n His eyes fluttered open and he regarded her seriously.<\/p>\n “Did you land on me when you fell from heaven?” he asked and raised a hand to stroke her hair.<\/p>\n “Oh no, not again.” She peered anxiously into his eyes and lifted his head to feel for injuries.<\/p>\n “Or did they cast you out for your decidedly non-angelic behavior?” he added. It took her a minute to recognize that he was teasing. She dropped his head and it smacked against the floor. He winced, but he was still smiling.<\/p>\n “How could you worry me, teasing me like that?” she demanded and he laughed.<\/p>\n “I like getting you upset. Your eyes flash and your cheeks get all flushed. You look like an angel.”<\/p>\n “Angels don\u2019t look like that. I probably look horrible.” Penelope dismissed his comments as a result of his fall.<\/p>\n “Real angels are creatures of fire and air. Haven\u2019t you ever seen Renaissance paintings?” It sounded like he was scolding her until he spoke again. “Penelope, my angel,” he said with a slight frown as if he couldn\u2019t believe the words coming out of his mouth. She looked at him suspiciously. He didn\u2019t look like he was joking with her, but despite his words he didn\u2019t seem angry.<\/p>\n “I don\u2019t know why I love you so much, Adam. You\u2019re quite impossible,” she muttered and they both froze. She hoped she hadn\u2019t scared him too much. She looked cautiously into his warm brown eyes.<\/p>\n “I forgot to give you part of your gift,” he said suddenly and his smile disappeared. “Thank you, Penelope.”<\/p>\n “For what? You said yourself I was the most infuriating person you\u2019ve ever met,” she pointed out in confusion.<\/p>\n “You brought me the west, something I hardly expected to find in South Adams, Massachusetts.”<\/p>\n “I don\u2019t understand.” She frowned.<\/p>\n “You brought me my family and kept reminding me of my home.” He looked over to the two cats, who were now snuggled together by the fire and staring at the two humans with amused and superior cat expressions. “Even when I hated you for that, I loved you for it.”<\/p>\n Penelope blinked. Then she ran her hands over his head again.<\/p>\n “Did that fall crack your head?” she asked worriedly and he winced when she touched a sore spot.<\/p>\n “Which fall?” he asked blandly and she poked him in the ribs.<\/p>\n “Well, it takes several to knock some sense into your thick head,” she huffed. To which Adam didn\u2019t say anything at all. He just pulled her down and kissed her. Hard. With an opened mouth. Like she\u2019d wanted him to do under the mistletoe. And Penelope felt singed all the way down to her toes. “What was that?” she managed to say when he temporarily released her.<\/p>\n “French lessons,” he smirked and pulled her down again while she was still sputtering at him. They were rudely interrupted just then by Granmama and Evelyn walking in together. Granmama screeched at the sight of the two of them on the floor, while Evelyn, to Penelope\u2019s amusement, fainted away delicately. Penelope felt Adam tense up underneath her.<\/p>\n “Penelope Elizabeth Bradford!” Granmama called out sharply, “What are you doing on the floor with that\u2026that\u2026cowboy?!”<\/p>\n “Learning French,” Penelope responded as if it were obvious and smiled at Adam, hoping he wouldn\u2019t get embarrassed and apologetic. But his eyes, when he looked at her, were burning.<\/p>\n “Yee Haw,” he said with a decidedly devilish grin and Penelope burst into laughter.<\/p>\n The End<\/p>\n