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AMG · Wysłany: Nie 23:29, 17 Mar 2013 Temat postu:

Mother hen to kwoka. Griff narzeka na nadopiekuńczość Very Happy

AMG · Wysłany: Śro 0:18, 20 Mar 2013 Temat postu:

Nikt się co prawda nie upomina, ale wysyłam i tak. Na przekór Wink

Dywanik zostawiłam na poręczy... przywitanie znów w kawałkach, bo przydługie.

“What the...?” Ben ran out of the house, seeing three horses walk into the yard and stop. One was carrying a double burden of Candy and a huddled shape wrapped in a blanket; another was mounted by a familiar dark-looking figure leaning on the horse’s neck almost leisurely; the third horse was free of any charge and just trudged quite meekly behind the first two.

“You might want to help Candy with Griff,” suggested Adam in a dispassionate, polite voice. “Griff’s been shot,” he explained obligingly.

Ben helped Candy with Griff, and when the foreman was purposefully striding towards the house, Ben put his shaking hand on Adam’s cold one. “Are you... fine, son?”

Adam eyed him coolly and asked, “Are you asking ‘cause you’ve talked to Hoss or for some other reason?”

Ben detected no animosity in the tone, however, and so proceeded to help Adam down, answering lightly, “Both.”

Adam nodded, finding his balance once he was standing on the ground. “Good. Hoss was supposed to fill you in. Joe went for the doc; Griff’s been shot and I’ve been told I hit my head.”

“You have, son,” confirmed Ben. “Should I carry you in? You’re not...”

Adam rolled his eyes with an exasperated sigh and interrupted, “I’ve put some meat on my bones since the hospital, Pa, and besides I can let you carry Craig, but not ME; don’t be ridiculous. Let’s just go inside, I’ll lie down, the doc will come and everything will be happily ever after, alright?”

Inside, Adam cast a guilty grin at Hoss and looked around. “Griff?”

“In the guestroom.”

“Ah.” He sat down gingerly and reached out to the fire to warm his hands, while Ben instructed Hop Sing about bandages, warm water and medicine. Then he walked over to sit in front of Adam on the coffee table. “What happened?”

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Ewelina · Wysłany: Śro 8:48, 20 Mar 2013 Temat postu:

Radości ze spotkania tatusia z ukochanym synem wiele tu nie widać. Adam nawet sugeruje tatusiowi, że powinien pilnować syna Hossa (i to tego młodszego, Craiga) a nie jego. Chyba będzie spięcie... chyba, że sobie wyjaśnią to i owo Smile

Jakoś spokojnie ten przyjazd Adama przyjęli ...

zorina13 · Wysłany: Śro 8:57, 20 Mar 2013 Temat postu:

Ben już wie jakie nieszczeście spotkało Adama a ten nie chce o tym rozmawiać.
W sumie nie są to odpowiednie rozmowy na te chwilę gdy trzeba się zająć rannym Griefem.

Rika · Wysłany: Śro 11:45, 20 Mar 2013 Temat postu:

To ja się już upominam o dalszą część Wink

i proszę nie robić mi na przekór.

Może doczekam się jakiegoś: "Strasznie się cieszę, że wróciłeś!" albo "Nareszcie jesteś!" albo chociaż: "Kopę lat, synu!" , może być bez noszenia na rękach.
Ale rozumiem, że po tylu latach, to może nie być łatwe.

AMG · Wysłany: Śro 16:49, 20 Mar 2013 Temat postu:

zorina13 · Wysłany: Śro 17:01, 20 Mar 2013 Temat postu:

Podobało mnie że Mike rzucił się na szyję że 'wujek 'Adam.
I Jamie też go chyba polubił.

Ewelina · Wysłany: Śro 23:04, 20 Mar 2013 Temat postu:

Teraz to się bardziej rodzinnie zrobiło Very Happy

AMG · Wysłany: Pon 14:24, 25 Mar 2013 Temat postu:

To jeszcze kawałek rodzinnej scenki, skoro się spodobała Very Happy

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They reached the stairs and began the slow ascent. “Ah... you’d better read it in my room, kid, I don’t like my books to leave it. I’ve been taught the consequences the hard way, right, Hoss?” he asked over his shoulder, not stopping.

“Dunno what you’re talking about,” his brother denied with a dignified air, but his mouth twitched when Adam sighed theatrically, “Oh, fair Dolores, how quickly doth thy torrero forget...” Mike giggled, and Jamie blinked in confusion. Adam squeezed the thin shoulder in a way which assured Jamie he’d get the story once they were out of earshot.

Ben shook his head helplessly with silent laughter, then – when the door to Adam’s room closed – he asked quietly, “Was that the truth, or is he just trying to get to know his youngest brother?”

Hoss chewed on his cheek, more serious than Ben would want him to be. “A bit of each, I’d say,” he said at last. “He doesn’t want to be alone, too. Maybe it’s just a mood... maybe it’s the mood...” he shrugged his shoulders. “I guess a bit of each, in any case.”

Ben started with the realisation of what ‘ the mood’ must have meant, but his attention was drawn somewhere else as Candy left the guestroom. “Barbara, you’d better sit with him. I can’t stand him as a patient,” the foreman laughed in his usual, open way. “I’ve left Hop Sing with him, but he’s likely to threaten to go back to China if Griff doesn’t stop that.” He looked around and asked, “Adam’s in bed?”

“Should be,” grumbled Hoss, but soon gave up the pretence of grumpiness. “So, how do you like him?”

“Adam?” Candy scratched his neck thoughtfully. “I’m a frank guy, Hoss, and you know it, so I’ll just shoot right away, though you may not like it,” he warned. “He’s about the moodiest, grumpiest guy I’ve ever known. Beats old McPherson by a mile.”

Hoss chuckled, and Barbara hid her smile behind her hand, hurrying to help Hop Sing nurse the grumpy Griff. Candy shrugged his shoulders and looked almost apologetic, then slightly rebellious.

“All I’ve heard from him was ‘Turn left’, ‘Watch it’, ‘Go straight ahead’, ‘We’ll take a short cut’ and such. He is one bossy son of a... gun,” he finished lamely and cast a cautious glance at Ben. No fury in the dark eyes – uff; he relaxed, whereas Hoss laughed out loud at his comments.

“That’s ol’ Adam alright,” he admitted joyfully. “You haven’t worked with him yet, you don’t know half of it.”

Candy rolled his eyes in not-at-all-eager anticipation of that, eliciting new guffaws from Hoss, who then added in a more serious, though not a solemn tone, “That’s a guy you need to take time to get to know, that older brother of mine. There’s only one sort of people who know him at the first glance, and none of us here is that sort, sorry, pal.”

Candy frowned in confusion and not a small amount of interest. “What’s the sort, Hoss?”

The big man smiled broadly with some inner satisfaction. “Small kids, Candy. They can always see through that granite head of his and look deeper. And they never err.”

zorina13 · Wysłany: Pon 15:28, 25 Mar 2013 Temat postu:

Powrót do domu po tylu latach musi być trudny i mam wrażenie że Adaś się troszkę zamknął w sobie.

AMG · Wysłany: Pon 15:30, 25 Mar 2013 Temat postu:

Mam wrażenie, że on się zamknął w sobie, kiedy miał jakieś 5-6 lat...

Ewelina · Wysłany: Pon 15:47, 25 Mar 2013 Temat postu:

Zawsze był inny niż rodzinka. Ale pasował do nich. Chyba Candy nie może połapać się w charakterze Adama a Hoss trochę z niego żartuje, że wszystko wiedział najlepiej. Takie odnioslam wrażenie.

AMG · Wysłany: Pon 15:55, 25 Mar 2013 Temat postu:

Myślę, że to już coraz bardziej zaczyna być "rozumienie" niż "wrażenie" Very Happy

Ewelina · Wysłany: Pon 16:06, 25 Mar 2013 Temat postu:

Mój angielski dopiero się odświeża Smile

przypuszczam, że jednak nie wszystko dokładnie rozumiem, z ewentualnymi aluzjami. Mogę nie wyłapywać. Treść już ogarniam ... i z tego się cieszę.

Rika · Wysłany: Pon 16:47, 25 Mar 2013 Temat postu: