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PostWysłany: Sob 12:54, 20 Paź 2012    Temat postu:

Okazuje się, że niebieskie oczy są już zajęte. Czyżby Adam troszkę żałował? I znalazł przyjaciół, raczej może być pewien, że jest bezpieczny, może im ufać. Tylko dlaczego ciągle nie próbuje skontaktować się ze swoją rodziną... ?

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PostWysłany: Sob 15:51, 20 Paź 2012    Temat postu:

"Niebieskie oczy" mają naście lat... Chyba by się nie zaangażował, nie w tym wieku. Wierzył chyba raczej w trochę mniejsze różnice wiekowe.

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PostWysłany: Nie 14:36, 21 Paź 2012    Temat postu:

No i co dalej będzie z Adamem? I co z Benem? Dlaczego Adam nie próbuje skontaktować się z rodziną? Nie wiem, czy dobrze wszystko ogarniam, ale on zdaje się chyba myśłi, że Ben nie żyje, tak?

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PostWysłany: Pon 11:19, 22 Paź 2012    Temat postu:

“How big are the meadows?” John leaned back in his chair, putting the fork aside.

He and Dirk were discussing the generals of working the land, its possibilities and the current demands in the local market. Meanwhile, Lottie and Jake were eating, neither up to a business discussion, general as it was.

Lottie kept glancing from Jake to Dirk and then shyly to John. The latter seemed to be fine again, with a confident way of walking, an authoritative voice and manners she’d never witnessed before. When he kissed her hand in greeting, she felt quite the queen, and fought to stay aware and hide her shock the best she could. Another gem – a true diamond – to cherish throughout her life.

Yet she was worried. He might have been walking and talking fine, but there were large dark circles around his eyes, and he was no fatter than the last she’d seen him. After the first three bites, he’d set the cutlery away and seemed to be done, enjoying his coffee in small sips. She wondered if he didn’t like the food here. To her it was clear that the ambush itself had left little mark on him.
He was sick. She’d seen her mother waste away, and couldn’t remember her ever without the dark circles, or with a good appetite. She wondered if he had the same illness, or if, perhaps, each fatal illness had similar effects. She felt sorry for him, but it wasn’t her place to speak up. He was handsome, tall, and at the same time kind and polite, a rare combination. Why couldn’t nasty people get sick instead of the good ones?

She looked at Dirk with light in her eyes. Her husband was also big, and he was very kind to her. Out of sheer gratefulness, she did her best to take good care of him and his boy. Jake she also loved with all her heart.

“Drink quietly,” she whispered over to the boy, who’d slurped up a sip of milk rather noisily. He gazed at her with his big, round eyes, and nodded solemnly, trying with all his might to take a quiet sip next time. His heartfelt efforts made her smile, and she stroked his head gently. Out of the corner of her eye she noticed a man approaching them slowly, but she kept quiet as instructed, focusing instead on the boy.

A few feet away from their table, the young man hesitated, then slowly pulled off his hat and came closer to stand right beside John.

“May I join you?”

John’s cup rattled against the saucer. Dirk rose slightly and indicated an empty chair. “Help yourself.”

The young man seated himself and let out the air he’d held pent up. “Doggone it, Adam, we thought you were dead!”


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PostWysłany: Wto 10:50, 23 Paź 2012    Temat postu:

Czyżby pojawił się Mały Joe?? I co dalej?

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PostWysłany: Śro 11:09, 24 Paź 2012    Temat postu:

I dalej to...




Dirk looked carefully from one man to another, all conversation at an end for now. Something far more important than discussing ranch work was hanging in the air.

‘John’, or ‘Adam’, whoever he was, was glancing about the restaurant, seemingly interested in its guests. The young man who’d joined them, was looking at him hard, with a strange mixture of anxiety and emotion on his handsome face.

“Adam,” he repeated softly, which made the other man finally turn his head to look at him. Strangely enough, his eyes presented a similar blend of emotion that was reflected on the younger man’s face, though mixed with... was it regret?

“Joe,” he finally acknowledged the young man. His voice was flat and impassive, a striking contrast to the warmth and kindness from two minutes ago.

“We got a telegram from the sheriff.”

Adam closed his eyes and nodded to himself silently.

“You don’t havta hide from Bryant...” Joe stopped when his brother jerked at the name. He continued on a softer note, “One o’ his own men shot ‘im. It’s safe to go back home now.”

Safe. He hadn’t even considered that aspect. Come to think of it, he wasn’t interested in it.

He had nothing to come back to. He sought his brother’s face, wondering about the feelings he couldn’t see there. What about forgiveness? Was it as easy as that, come back home and everything’s fine, nothing happened?

“I know you’re mad with us,” said Joe softly, searching his brother’s face in a mirror-like action. “You’ve got every right...” He was crumpling his hat nervously. “But you must come back home. You must, Adam.”

There’s something they can’t cope with. Something they needed him for. Maybe the trouble with Bryant wasn’t over.

“You left Hoss alone?” His voice was sharper than he’d intended, sudden anxiety rushing through his veins, but Joe shook his head quickly.

“It’s not like that, Adam, we’ve got another acting sheriff to help. Now that Bryant’s gone, there ain’t no trouble.”

Then what? Accounting for the ranch? They could all cope with that, had many times in the past.

“So what’s the trouble?” He hated to be blunt, but his frayed nerves couldn’t handle much more after nearly a week of sleepless nights and the dreadful three-day-long journey.

“Ain’t none, Adam. We just need ya back home.”

He glanced at the others: Dirk, Lottie, Jake. Maybe there was something Joe didn’t want to say in company. “I gotta pay the doctor’s bill,” he recalled.

“Done that already.”

In a hurry, aren’t you, Joe? What could possibly be so urging? He wouldn’t be asking me to step up the gallows, would he?

He forced himself to focus on the now and here. He was getting better and better at doing it.

“I have nothing to collect. I just need a horse.”

“I’ve taken Blackie for you. I got your jacket, your hat and your gun, too.” Joe perked up. “I’ll just buy some more supplies, and we can set off. The doc said you havta travel slow and rest a lot, so I guess it’s gonna take four days back.”

Adam rolled his eyes with a deep groan. “Can you get the doc off my back? I’m fine.”

“Right,” Joe snorted, then ducked his head under the dark look. “I... uh... I’ll get the supplies and be right back. Gimme ten minutes. You c’n finish your lunch meanwhile.” He excused himself and hurried out.

“I have finished,” said Adam softly, then pushed the plate away with such an intense expression on his face that Dirk thought twice before finally opening his mouth.

“Where ya headed?” he asked.

“Virginia City way.” Adam glanced up at them, and his face softened. “I’m sorry – I imagine what this must have looked like.”

“Why didya lie ‘bout your name?” asked Lottie, looking at him with big innocent eyes, and he couldn’t help giving her the kindest answer he could muster.

“I thought it would be best.”

“So the sheriff was right?” Dirk leaned back, looking at the man with narrowed eyes. “Adam Cartwright? One of the richest men in Nevada?”

Adam snorted and shook his head at the epithet. “The name’s right.” He rose, only to be stopped by the young voice.
“But you ain’t eaten nothing.”

He glanced at the plate, then smiled at her, and tears stung at her eyes at the pain she saw in his.
“I’ve eaten all I can. I’m sorry. I guess I’m still a little sick to my stomach after all.”
With a nod, he started to say his goodbyes when Dirk rose as well.

“We’re headed that way, too. We could travel a day or two together. Guess you could use the occasion and rest in the wagon some, with what the doc said ‘bout your health.”

Adam stopped, took a deep breath, then released it slowly. “That’s very kind of you.” He looked into the other man’s face for a moment. “It would certainly quicken up the journey. Thank you.”

Dirk nodded with an air of finality. “I thought you might direct us to my brother’s ranch, being locals.”

“Certainly.” He turned to the door, hesitated, then looked back at them. “I guess I havta tell my brother about the arrangements. If you’ll excuse me.”

Dirk remained standing even when the dark silhouette was gone from the doorframe. He still wasn’t sure if he’d made the right decision, but there was no coming back now, and he decisively erased any regrets he might have felt. Then he heard Lottie’s sad, lost-little-girl voice. “He’s sick. Maybe he’s dying. S’that why he don’t wanna go home?”


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PostWysłany: Wto 18:41, 06 Lis 2012    Temat postu:

Wreszcie nadrobiłam zaległości Laughing AMG, może by tak dalszy ciąg...?

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PostWysłany: Wto 19:28, 06 Lis 2012    Temat postu:

Mówisz, masz... Wink


“Need a hand?” Joe put his blanket down and looked over Dirk’s shoulder.

“Nah, I’ll manage.” Having noticed a tear in the canvas on the wagon, Dirk was now carefully manipulating the needle to repair the damage.

“Watch that you don’t bite your tongue off.” Joe seated himself comfortably on a tree root, watching the man work. “Can’t Lottie do that? Seems like women have a nicer hand at this.”

“Maybe,” Dirk grinned, still focused on his work. “She’s putting Jake to bed.”

“I thought Adam was, can hear him reading a story.”

“Jake won’t fall asleep without me or her nearby. And she wants ta coax your brother into eating the whole supper.”

“I don’t know what’s wrong with his eating.” Suddenly uncomfortable, Joe rose and took a few aimless steps. “He always had a normal appetite.”

“Is he normally so quiet, too?”

“Adam is quiet.” Joe frowned, unsure of the man’s meaning. “He ain’t one for talking much.”

“He ain’t spoken two words to ya.” Dirk finished his work and gave the younger man a serious look.

Joe sighed. “He’s mad,” he admitted. “Got reason, too.”
He wandered aimlessly around, kicking at some small stones, digging a hole in the sand with the toe of his boot, rubbing his shoulder absently against a tree.

“We let him down when he needed us most.”

The words were so quiet that for a moment Dirk wasn’t sure if he hadn’t imagined them. “What?”

“We let’im down. That’s why he’s mad.”

“Lottie said he looked... sad.” He skipped the other word she had used. No use burdening the boy with more problems.

“Yeah, well...” Joe seated himself beside Dirk. “He is. Deep down, he’s also mad. You gotta know him to know that. He’s been mad with me often enough, I oughtta know.”

“Didn’t seem to me like someone who likes to bear a grudge.” Dirk put the needle away. “But then I don’t know him really.”

“He ain’t like that.” Joe straightened up, ready to defend his brother. “You see – he’s older’n me by some twelve years. We don’t always see eye to eye. I think he bosses me around, then he thinks I don’t listen to him, and so it goes... That don’t mean we don’t care for each other.”

“Then he might accept an apology.”

Joe scratched his neck pensively. “I kinda prefer to wait out his grizzly-bear mood. And I kinda think he don’t wanna talk about what happened. Not yet. That’s why he’s avoiding talking to me, I think.”

“I woulda preferred clearing the air,” said Dirk non-committally, listening to the quiet rumble of a deep voice reading a story from a children’s book. He heard Lottie and Jake laugh, light, childish voices.

“I will. When he’s ready.” Joe rested his forearms on his knees, listening to the familiar voice. “I missed his reading voice. I loved it when he read us stories. Even more’n when Pa did. Adam makes ‘em come alive.”

Dirk gave him a long, close look. “You care for him, dontcha?” he asked quietly.

“Lots,” Joe answered with quite the youthful innocence of Lottie. “Lots’n’heaps. He’s just about the best oldest brother in the world.”


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PostWysłany: Nie 20:49, 06 Sty 2013    Temat postu:

Ktoś to jeszcze czyta? Confused

Gdyby się tak zdarzyło, to "popchnę" akcję trochę dalej.



With a smile, Adam showed the plate to Lottie, but she shook her head with energy. “There’s still a spoonful left. You haven’t eaten the whole day. Dirk told me to make sure you’s gonna eat the whole supper.”

Rolling his eyes, he nevertheless scraped out the last spoonful and, with a playful look at her, wiped the plate clean with the rest of the biscuit. “That alright, doctor?”

She chuckled. “For now, yes. I want to see the same tomorrow morning.”

It was his turn to chuckle now. “Turn in, Lottie, before Jake wakes up calling for you.”

“He’s tired, he’ll sleep the night thru’.” She tilted her head to the right, watching him. “Ya quarrelled with Joe?”

Yes. No. “Why do you ask?”

“Well, you two didn’ talk much. Ya weren’t happy to see him.”

“I was... surprised. When I left, he was mad with me,” he selected the words carefully, toying with the plate.

“Why?”

“I messed up,” he said simply. “He has every reason in the world to hate me.”

“He don’t hate ya. He cares for ya.”

He nodded and sighed. “And that’s what I don’t get.”


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PostWysłany: Czw 23:12, 10 Sty 2013    Temat postu:

Trochę się czuję, jakbym gadała do siebie... Chociaż mimo wszystko liczba wizyt w tym wątku skoczyła z 516 do 531... Albo ktoś jest aż tak zainteresowany, albo mam kilku czytelników.


Joe shifted, then opened his eyes. The night was cool, starry, filled with the scent of pines. Just something to put you to sleep...
He lay there for a moment, looking steadily at the lonesome figure huddled in a blanket next to the small fire. Making a decision, he finally got up and squatted next to his brother.

“You should be sleeping, Adam.”

Instead of having his head bitten off, all he got was a shake of the head. It seemed relatively safe to continue the conversation.

“Adam, you’re not fine. I can’t have you collapsing...”

“I’ll manage.” Adam finally gave him a brief glance. “Don’t worry, I can still put in a day’s work.”

“That’s not what I meant Adam, and you know it.”

“Joe...” His brother sighed and looked into the fire for a long, quiet moment. “I slept in the wagon, during the day. The rocking and squeaking kinda puts me to sleep better than this silence. Always did.”

“Ya slept maybe half an hour. So happens I know.”

This time, his only answer was silence. After a long, uncomfortable moment, Joe decided to take his chances.

“Adam, about Bryant...”

Adam’s head snapped around, and Joe shifted back on instinct.
Schooling his face the best he could, his brother pulled in a breath, tensed up even more, then released the air with a low hiss. “Don’t.” Seeing Joe open his mouth, he raised a hand. “I don’t want to hear about it. I don’t want to talk about it. I’m gonna do whatever you need me to do, but otherwise please leave me be, Joe. Please.” The word was a hiss in itself, forced through gritted teeth.

Joe closed his mouth, then nodded silently, hit by the pain emanating from the sound.
“Goodnight, Adam,” he said quietly, rising. “And I’m sorry – for everything. And I’m glad we’re still on some talking terms. I just wanted you to know.” At a loss for words, he retreated to his bedroll in silence.

He is sorry. My God. Adam hid his face in his hands, wishing for once for the dreaded blindfold to again hide the sorrow trickling down his face, and huddled further in the blanket, trying to control the shaking that assaulted him.


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PostWysłany: Pon 21:19, 14 Sty 2013    Temat postu:

Sądząc po liczbie wizyt w tym wątku, jest jednak paru zainteresowanych... W nagrodę następny kawałek.



Despite Joe’s hope of being on “some” talking terms, after parting with the Johnsons every communication seemed to be at an end. Although he’d quietly rested in the wagon for the two days they’d been travelling together, Adam seemed no better, saving energy even on monosyllables. Even the common Yes and No’s were mostly supplied with gestures. Determined to get his brother home safely, Joe consciously slowed down their pace and insisted on breaks every two or three hours, even if that made his brother more irritable with each passing minute.

“You can snap my head off, if it makes ya feel better,” he said at one point in response to the dark, threatening look, “but we’re taking it as slow as your health requires. And ya won’t intimidate me with that look anymore, so save yer energy, brother.”

He got no response, and the look was gone, replaced by an impassive stare into the distance. In other words, Adam was badly off.

With the pace they were going at, nightfall caught them a few hours away from the house, ‘though already within Ponderosa boundaries. Supper was a sombre affair. Little was eaten and much less said. Wordlessly, Adam took the dishes to the stream, shrugging off Joe’s help and ignoring the latter’s hurt look. Truth be told, he felt strange, groundless anger rise within himself, and didn’t speak for fear it may come to blows. He hoped to feel more useful and calmer when he employed his hands instead of sitting back like an invalid.

Knowing they weren’t going any further today, he took his time, methodically washing each item, in and out. Contrary to his usual attitude, he was sorry to see the last specks go. That meant he had nothing more to do. Sighing, he rose – staggered – landed on his knee. What the heck? He caught his breath, then took a couple more to steady himself. Maybe Joe had actually been right, not pushing on home. Not something he’d say aloud, but it was a rude awakening in itself.

The way back wasn’t anything worth mentioning as to distance, yet he stopped once, with a hand against a tree. Maybe he’d be tired enough to get some proper sleep? He’d even consent to the dreams, as long as he could get a few solid hours of rest.

He thought he heard voices. Was Joe speaking to himself, for lack of an interlocutor? He rested his hand against a tree on the skirt of their camp, caught some of the strangely heavy air, mechanically shook his head against the loud buzz in his ears, and then the world dimmed and disappeared in a silent hollow...


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PostWysłany: Pon 14:00, 21 Sty 2013    Temat postu:

Liczba zerknięć znowu podrosła, czyli być może ktoś jednak jest ciekawy dalszego ciągu...



Stars. Bright stars on a dark blue sky were the first thing he saw upon opening his eyes. Then a face appeared above him, and the familiar voice said, “You gave us a scare, son.”

He blinked, trying to get his bearings. “I...”

“You fainted. Not really a wonder the way you’ve been acting these past few days, as Joe tells me. I barely managed to catch you.”

He swallowed against the sudden pain in his throat, and managed, “Tattletale...” He pulled his shoulders up and felt strong hands helping him sit.

“No getting up, son,” his father’s voice warned him, before the thought even crystallised in his head. “You absolutely must rest.”

Suddenly he was gathered up in those strong arms, and untypically, he didn’t fight it.

“I thought I’d never see you again, son.”

My sentiments exactly...

“I thought I’d lost you.” Ben stroked the dark head at his chest with the tenderness of a father holding his newborn child. “Thought I’d never tell how proud I am of you... always have been... I can’t begin to tell you what you mean to me, what each of my sons means to me...” He rocked slightly, innerly pleased when his usually independent son didn’t fight the embrace. “My boy. My boy.” His hands wandered over to Adam’s back, rubbing it affectionately. “When Bryant told us he had you, when he showed us your jacket... You can’t imagine...”

Adam sighed and finally pulled his head back, admitting softly, “I’m tired, Pa.”

Ben’s eyes raked his face with fatherly love. “Of course you are. Your brothers have prepared your place already, why don’t you lie down.”

Brothers. “Hoss,” he acknowledged his middle brother. A wave of dizziness assaulted him when he was getting up, but determination won, and he settled into his bedroll with only symbolic help from his family. He fell asleep with his father’s hand on his shoulder and his voice flowing over him in quiet conversation with his brothers.


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PostWysłany: Śro 14:34, 30 Sty 2013    Temat postu:

I znowu liczba zerknięć przekonała mnie, że jest ktoś zainteresowany dalszym ciągiem, więc w nagrodę wklejam dalszą część (i zachęcam do rejestrowania, jeśli zerkają tu goście Very Happy )



He saw his father’s face, smiling gently at him. Then the face distorted, swinging in front of him – left, then right, then left again...

He bolted upright in his bedroll, thankfully without a sound. Regular, familiar breathing around calmed him down and reassured he hadn’t woken anyone. He watched his father for a moment, who was sleeping maybe a foot away from him. I need my sleep. Look what happened tonight. With a strong resolution to rest, he settled back in the bedroll. Somewhat calmer now, he switched off within minutes.


... somewhere up high, and looking down he saw the faces of his family, all looking up at him with the most impassive, indifferent expressions. Didn’t they see him?
But yes, they were looking at him. Why was he so high? Where was he? Up on some mountain? But he could see them clearly, far below his feet, as if he were dangling in the air. Dangling left... dangling right... Left... Right... He saw his own booted feet swing in the rhythm and suddenly felt the choking noose on his neck...

The cry was so strangled that him it woke, but no one else. Closing his eyes for a brief moment, he focused on the breathing of his family to calm down his own panting, panicked breath. As he looked into the darkness, he rocked slightly to ease down the tension in his muscles. In his wishful thinking, he’d thought he could take the dreams, but they were so real, so real...

Settling in the bedroll for the third time tonight, he knew there was no sleep for him that night. Quietly hoping midnight had already passed, he tried to count the stars that he could see. Yet he lost count at some point, so he switched to the only other companions of solitude he knew, the dear, dreadful seconds...

After a couple tens, he calmed down enough to remember he might just have something better to do than count. In slow, quiet movements, he settled on his side and watched his father sleep.


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PostWysłany: Sob 14:19, 09 Lut 2013    Temat postu:

Liczba nowych zerknięć popędza mnie do kontynuowania Smile


A cup rattled against the plate and Joe cringed with a look at his father. Ben shook his head with slight displeasure, then glanced at Adam’s bedroll. Seeing no movement there, he relaxed somewhat.

“We gotta wake him for breakfast,” said Hoss softly, his worried look following Ben’s checking one.

Ben shook his head. “I have a feeling he fell asleep somewhere around morning. He’s had some dreams, judging by the sounds I heard during the night. You two go on home. Hoss, you’ll then go to Virginia City to see what the situation is. I’ll be home later with Adam. Like you said, he needs to take it slow.”

“ ‘M not an invalid. Morning.” Adam was sitting up, one arm resting on the knee of the bent leg, looking at them with clear eyes.

“Good morning, son.” Ben masked his surprise – he hadn’t even heard Adam move! – and poured another cup of coffee. “You’re a convalescent, not an invalid. And I’ll be glad to spend an hour or two in the company of my oldest son, without hurrying anywhere.”

Adam sucked in his left cheek, but refrained from saying anything. He moved closer to the fire and accepted the cup and the plate with a curt nod at his brothers.

The two younger men finished their meal quickly and busied themselves packing and saddling the horses. Seeing as someone was usually needed around the house, and Hoss had to relieve the other acting sheriff, they didn’t stall, and soon waved they goodbyes to Ben and Adam.

Deciding it was time for them to move on as well, Adam put the plate away and moved to roll up his blanket, when he was stopped by his father’s voice.

“That’s what you call eating?”

“No offense to Hoss’ cooking skills,” he threw over his shoulder, “but I’ve eaten all I can. Feel kinda sick.”

“And just how long have you been feeling sick?”

Adam sighed and turned to look at his father. “After a few bites. I thought I could eat more but I can’t. Maybe I’ll have a biscuit or two as we ride home.”

Ben hesitated, but he could hear the unusual, unguarded openness in Adam’s voice, and decided to let it go for now. “And how are you feeling in general?”

“A little sick – just a little dizzy – but otherwise I’m fine. I don’t expect to get too tired while riding.” Adam carefully prepared his tack, but a hand on his shoulder stopped him.

“Why don’t I saddle your horse this once.” Ben watched his son open his mouth to protest, then thoughtfully close it and nod his head. He was enheartened by the cooperation.


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Ojej, zapomniałam się, a tu już tyle obejrzeń... W nagrodę coś dłuższego Smile


Soon they were on their way. The sun was shining, and the weather made their ride seem like a peaceful trip in the outdoors. The sense of comfort convinced Ben there was no point in waiting any longer.

“Tell me what happened.”

His son kept looking in the distance. Ben bit his lip, but firmly told himself to be patient. You just had to take your time with that eldest son of his.

Adam raised his face to the sun and closed his eyes, letting the warmth caress his skin. “You first,” came finally his hoarse voice.

“Well... When Bryant held me, he made a lot of empty threats, but he also told me what was going on in the city. I knew you were going to hang Perkins, and so I told him.” He watched the slight hunch to Adam’s shoulders and went on with the story, thinking it would induce more confidence in his son, in the tough decision that had to be made. “I told him I would be doing exactly the same if I was in your place.”

Adam glanced at him quickly. “Would you.”

“Yes, I would.”Ben held his gaze steadily. “For a moment, I was in your place. I know what I’m saying.” He nodded at Adam’s frown. “When you hung the Farmer, Bryant got scared. He loosened the noose and let me go. I thought it was finally the end of his rule. However...” Ben sighed heavily. “He was a possessed man. Possessed with greed for money and power. I met Joe and Hoss on my way, asked about you – they thought you’d followed them, then we looked for you in the sheriff’s office. You weren’t there, but nobody saw you leave, either. Your brothers were all fired up to look for you, but we didn’t know where to look.
Then we heard Bryant. He was standing in the middle of the street, holding your jacket...” Ben pulled in some air, fighting the sudden onslaught of emotion. “Your jacket, still with the sheriff’s badge on, and your hat. He demanded that we resign our positions as sheriffs, and he would tell us where to find you... before you were hung.”

Adam sat up straighter, but did not make a sound. After a moment, Ben continued softly.

“I know what kind of decision it was... the hardest thing I had to do... I’m not going to lie to you, son – I was going to tell him a flat no. I took some hope in that he had let me go – but then he was saying he had you taken out of town, somewhere southwards. I had to take the awful chance that we may not find you in time... This time he must have left the execution to someone else, who might just have had the guts to do it... He always preferred others to do the killings for him.
Then just before I spoke up, there came up one of his men, a young cowboy. Started shouting things about Bryant letting Perkins hang for him, about letting him down... There was a shootout, and Bryant was killed on the spot.” Ben gave another heavy sigh. “No one else knew where you’d been taken. Or who had taken you. Or if Bryant had been bluffing, or not... You were not in the city, that much we checked, so there was a strong chance he might have said the truth for once...”

He gave his son a long, wistful look. “Those three days before we got the telegram from Smallville gave me a lot more white hair than I’d had, Adam. We all took a chance... and you bore the brunt of it.”

Pensive, Adam looked ahead, but didn’t seem to be seeing anything. His eyes were unfocused, his expression absent. “He would have lied to you, you know,” he finally said. “Even if you had given in.”

“I was aware he might,” agreed Ben. “Still, it was a guessing game. We’ll never know.”

“I know he would have. He had me taken west, not south.” Adam finally gave his father a short glance. “He would have led you astray.”

“That’s very likely. Like I said, we’ll never know for sure. – Now it’s your turn. How did he get his hands on you?”

“I – ” he hesitated, then admitted almost sheepishly, “I don’t know. I can only guess he had someone planted near the office – maybe to stop me from hanging Perkins, or maybe with the aim of getting one of us, even for the price of Perkins’ life. I woke up in a barn or a shed, or a stable. I don’t know exactly, I was blindfolded. I was then taken out of town, still tied and blindfolded. Wasn’t much I could do about it – the other guy had much of the upper hand.”

“Who was he?”

“I have no idea. I never even heard his voice. He whacked me one or two when I tried to speak, and in the end it seemed wiser to keep my mouth shut – but he never spoke to me, never told me what to do or what not to do. Then one day he up and left me in the middle of a meadow, tied loosely enough to free myself, but without a gun or a horse.” He paused thoughtfully. “Strange... Maybe Bryant got scared and just bluffed with the hanging... Doesn’t fit, though... Anyway,” he switched back to his story, “I was pretty much left to my own resources until the Johnsons found me and brought me to Smallville. Then, I suppose, you got the telegram, and the rest you probably know from Joe.”

“What I know is that you had been sick.”

He shook his head. “No, not exactly the word I would use... I was slightly dehydrated, and I hadn’t eaten anything since the capture, but that was it. My eyes hurt in the beginning, but all they needed was time to get used to light again. All I needed was some rest.”

“You don’t look rested to me, son. Joe said you were pretty much a bear with a sore head, barely said anything to him. That’s not like you, son.” Ben shifted in the saddle to take a better look at the man riding by his side. “Unless you hold some grudge against your brother, but that wouldn’t be much like you, either. Not for that long.”

Adam shook his head, and spurred Blackie on. Surprised, Ben kicked his own mount into a faster pace. For a few minutes it looked like a race was developing, but then Blackie slowed down, and, not guided by his rider, settled into a leisurely trot that suited him.

Uncertain of what had brought it on, and whether he should tackle the matter at once, Ben waited in silence. It proved to be the best strategy, as Adam finally spoke.

“He told me you were dead.”

“What?” Ben sat up straighter in the saddle.

“Bryant told me he’d hung you. Told me – ” he shook his head as if he wanted to dispel an image. “I don’t know why I believed him,” he said softly.

They rode on in silence for a long moment, before Ben could get over the shock. “You thought I was dead?”

“Yes. And pretty much by my hand.” Adam raised his tortured eyes to meet his father’s. “I’ve... grieved... for you... this past week. It wasn’t... an easy time.”

Ben stopped Buck, and pulled on Blackie’s reins for the horse to do the same. Then he held Adam’s shoulder and forced his head up again. “But Joe... told you I was alive?”

He was surprised at the shake of Adam’s head.

“I guess I didn’t let him do much talking,” said Adam with a slight sigh. “Now that I think of it – he couldn’t have known what I’d been told. I suppose we each of us thought the other knew the same.”

Ben’s dark eyes smouldered like two coals. “That son of a...” He swallowed the word, and growled angrily, “I could kill him myself if he wasn’t dead already.”

“You’re not the killer type, Pa.” Pa. The word felt like silk on his tongue. Like a sip of smooth, rich, fragrant chocolate. He could almost taste it physically.

Ben swallowed his growing wrath, and took a moment to compose himself. “He isn’t worth the anger, is he?”

“Definitely not.” Adam rubbed at his eye with the heel of his hand, the tension gone from his shoulders and back. “Can we, uh... rest up a little up by the big oak?”

“Of course, son. You sure you won’t fall off your horse till we get there?”

“Pa.” He rolled his eyes, but knew that his question was an admission in itself. Yet he was feeling lightheaded – what was worse, he was feeling quite emotional – and preferred not to make more trouble. He’d had enough of Joe coddling him. “Just for a minute or two. Enjoying each other’s company, remember?”

They stopped by the oak, glad for the shadow it embraced them with, and Ben had Adam lie down – “For a minute or two, son” – while he was taking care of the horses. Once he was done, he sat down by his sleeping son, stroking his hair in light movements and enjoying the peace.


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