The Great Train Robbery

 

by Judy & Anne

 

 

Ben Cartwright and his two oldest sons, Adam and Hoss were eating breakfast one morning in early summer.  Typically breakfast was eaten while they made their plans for the day and discussed progress on ranch projects.  Ben and Adam and Hoss were early risers---they usually arose before daylight and did their morning chores before breakfast.  Ben’s youngest son, Joseph, now 7, had shown very early on that he did not share his family’s penchant for early rising; instead he liked to sleep late and stay up late. Ben or one of his brothers or Hop Tseng, the family cook/housekeeper always had to wake Little Joe--a task they all dreaded, almost as much as putting him to bed at night.  This morning Hop Tseng had taken on the task of getting Little Joe up and ready for the day.  He had been upstairs for close to 20 minutes and Ben was beginning to think that Joe was winning the battle this morning, when finally Hop Tseng and Little Joe appeared at the top of the stairs.  Ben smiled to see that both Hop Tseng and Little Joe looked like they had been through a whirlwind.  Joe was stretching and yawning, taking his time, Hop Tseng was hurrying him along, and finishing buttoning Joe’s shirtsleeves and tucking in his shirt as they came down.   


When they reached the landing, Little Joe looked up and his face broke out in a broad, enthusiastic smile that promptly gladdened his father's heart.  Running toward the dining room, he came and gave his father an enthusiastic hug and said, “Good morning, Pa.”  He then gave his brothers a similar hug and smile, which they returned in kind.  Hoss said, “Good morning Short Shanks, ‘bout time you got up.”  “Hey little Buddy,” Adam greeted him.  “Joseph, come on and eat your breakfast, son.” Ben told him.  Little Joe sat down and Hop Tseng brought him a glass of milk and served him helpings of sausage, fried eggs, and biscuits.  Joseph looked at the milk and said, “Hop Tseng, I want coffee like Pa and Adam and Hoss.”  Hop Tseng looked surprised and started shaking his head, saying, “Little boy not drink coffee.  Little boy drink milk.”  

 

Hop Tseng, I said I want coffee” Little Joe repeated somewhat louder, fixing Hop Tseng with a determined look.  Hop Tseng stared back at him, and began talking in Chinese, looking at first Joe, then his father.  Ben, who was trying to conceal an amused look on his face, felt called upon to intervene, said, “Joseph, you drink your milk, you are not old enough to drink coffee, young man.”  Joe looked at his father and said, “I don’t want to drink milk, Pa, and I ain't drinking it.”  “Joseph, drink that milk and apologize to Hop Tseng right now" Ben said sternly, staring at his son with a look that was all too familiar to his young son, leaving no room for misinterpretation of the consequences of further argument.  Joe sighed, but said in a low voice, "I'm sorry, Hop Tseng."     Hop Tseng the diplomat, brought Joe a coffee mug filled with milk.  The older Cartwrights, went back to their breakfasts, carefully avoiding looking at each other for fear of laughing out loud.  

 

“Adam, I think I 'll ride into town with you today. I have some errands to do.” Ben Cartwright told his eldest son.  “Hoss you can ride along with us, too, if you would like.”   "Sure thing Pa." Hoss said.  “Joseph, would you like to go into Virginia City with us today?”  “Sure, Pa!,” Little Joe responded enthusiastically.  He loved the excitement of Virginia City and always begged to accompany anyone going into town.  Seeing an opportunity, his father bribed him, “Well if you do, you sit up there and eat your breakfast AND drink that milk.”.  Joe frowned temporarily, but knew his father wouldn’t let him go if he didn’t obey, so he drank the milk and moved the food around on his plate to simulate eating.  Ben, who had learned a long time ago to pick his battles carefully with his young, obstinate son, pretended not to notice that he wasn’t eating.  

 

After a minor argument with Little Joe over which horse he was riding into town, the Cartwrights were on their way.  Joe, unhappy over having to ride his too-tame pony, managed to pout for the first ten minutes, to make sure that everyone recognized his displeasure, but soon the excitement of going to Virginia City with his father and brothers overcame his bad mood and he resumed his usual nonstop talking.   Hoss and Adam, after bearing the brunt of the conversation for several minutes, decided they had enough and they rode ahead faster than Joe's pony could go.  Joe tried to keep up with them, but his father started talking to him to head off a temper tantrum.  "Joe what do you want to do in town today?" He asked his young son.  "I want to go help Sheriff Coffee in the jailhouse, Pa and see if he has any bad men in the jail." He said excitedly.  Ben smiled at his son, "All right, Joseph, that can be arranged, I need to talk to Sheriff Coffee anyhow."  

 

When the Cartwrights came into town,  Adam and Hoss went off to do their separate chores, and Ben and Joe headed down the street.  "This way to the jailhouse, Pa" Joe said impatiently as his father headed in the opposite direction.  "Why are we going this way?" Joe asked, turning around to give his father a confused look.  "Before we go to see Sheriff Coffee, we have to go to the barber shop."  The words "barber shop" made Little Joe a little nervous--he hated to get his hair cut.  He was hoping his father just wanted a haircut or a shave, but he was afraid to ask. He figured if he asked, it might remind his father to get him a haircut, too and hoped that if he didn't say anything, his father wouldn't think of it.   

 

When they arrived at the barbershop, the barber was reading the Virginia City newspaper.  "Good morning, Mr. Cartwright.  Hello there, Little Joe" the barber greeted them.  "What can I do for you this morning?"   "Well, Hank, I 'd like a shave and a haircut." Ben replied.  Joe breathed a sigh of relief, but it was too soon.  His father continued, "And this young man needs a haircut, too, Hank."  Joe let out an exasperated, exaggerated sigh and protested, "Pa, I don't need a haircut!"  His father fixed him with a stern stare and said, "Joseph, this is not open for debate."   

 

Hank said, "Mr. Cartwright, why don't we start with Little Joe?"  Ben knew that the barber wanted to start with Little Joe so that Ben would be able to help keep him occupied and sitting reasonably still for his haircut, which he couldn't do if he was waiting for his shave.  Ben reached down and lifted Joe high into the air, causing him to give out a delighted squeal; then he plopped him into the barber's chair.  Joe looked at himself in the mirror and as the barber started to work, he crossed his arms in front of his chest and scowled.  He carefully issued instructions about how much for the barber to cut throughout the haircut, although the barber ignored his instructions and cut his hair according to his father's instructions.  When the barber finished, Joe asked for the mirror and used it to look at the back of his head and complained, "Now my hair is as short as Hoss'!"   

 

Fortunately, Ben had arranged for Adam to come by the barbershop about that time, so he could take over watching Little Joe for him, so that Ben could get his shave and haircut.  They all knew from experience that if left unattended for even a short period of time, Little Joe was liable to get into mischief.  Adam walked in and when he saw Little Joe's hair, he whistled and said, "Joe, they practically scalped you!" with a smile and a wink at his father.  Joe turned around and scowled at the barber and his father, and said, "See there.  I told you it was too short."  The men in the barbershop all laughed, despite the angry expression on Joe's face.   

 

"Come on, Buddy, let's go over to the general store and turn in the supply order." Adam said, taking Joe by the hand and leading him out the door.  "Pa, we'll either be in the general store or at Sheriff Coffee's." Adam said with a nod toward his father.  "Thanks, Son.  Little Joe, you behave now and mind Adam.  You hear me?"  "Yes, Pa" Joe said automatically.   

 

Adam enjoyed taking Little Joe around Virginia City, since the girls just seemed drawn to him like a magnet.  All the pretty girls Adam knew thought Little Joe was the cutest little boy and they naturally thought it was very mature and responsible for Adam to be taking him with him, so he usually had pretty good luck with the ladies with his younger brother around.  Adam used this to his advantage today, because he wanted to ask Mary Ann to the Saturday night dance.  He knew she wouldn't likely turn him down anyway, but it never hurt to have "security", even for a sure thing.  

 

As soon as they entered the General Store, Mary Ann smiled and called out a welcome, "Hello Adam, Hello Little Joe.  Little Joe how is my best boy friend?" she asked the curly haired little boy, running her hands across his forehead, pushing the soft curls off his face.  "Oh, you just got a haircut, didn't you, Little Joe?" 

 

 "Adam said I just got scalped" he replied.  

 

 "Oh, it doesn't look scalped at all, Little Joe.  Adam was just teasing you. It's a very nice haircut."    She was wishing her hair had that natural curl and softness that this little boy's hair did. "What brings the Cartwrights into town this morning?" Mary Ann asked, looking at Adam.  Before Adam could reply, Little Joe responded, "Our horses, silly," and they all three laughed.  

 

"Little Joe you can pick out some candy and I'll buy it for you.  But you can't eat it until Pa says so, understand?"  "Sure Adam" Joe grinned and ran over to the candy counter, leaving Adam and Mary Ann to discuss the upcoming dance.  Little Joe picked out sourballs and red hots and licorice sticks for him and Hoss and lemon drops for Hop Tseng.  Adam paid for the candy, after Mary Ann accepted his invitation to the dance, and he and Little Joe headed over to Roy Coffee's jailhouse office.    

 

When they entered the door, Sheriff Coffee called out a warm greeting, "Hello, boys, how are you doing today?"  "Hi, Sheriff Coffee" Joe said, "Have you got any outlaws in jail?" He asked, looking toward the jail cells.  "Why as a matter of fact, I am expecting some, Little Joe."   Little Joe looked interested and excitedly asked, "Who is it Sheriff?  Is it the James gang?" remembering hearing his brothers talking about some famous bank robbers.  "No, but I am going to be getting me a train robber, Little Joe."  "A train robber?  Really, Sheriff Coffee, a real train robber?  Can I see him?"  "Well, he is not here yet, Joe, but if you hang around a few minutes, you can see him when they bring him in."  "Can we stay, Adam?" Joe asked.  "Well, we are supposed to meet Pa here, so we have to wait for him."  Roy, figuring out that Adam was babysitting Joe until his father got there, volunteered, "Adam, if you want to, you can leave Joe here with me 'til your Pa comes.  I want to try to beat him at a game of checkers anyhow." Roy said with a twinkle in his eye.  "You sure you don't mind, Roy?  I'd like to meet Hoss over at the Silver Dollar.  Pa should be right along."  Adam said.  "You go on, me and Little Joe will be jest fine." Roy said, waving Adam on.  "Alright, then, Roy.  Joe, you behave yourself and don't give Sheriff Coffee any trouble."  "I won't Adam" Joe said automatically.  

 

Sheriff Coffee was once again being beaten at checkers by the seven years old little boy, when the office door was pushed open and a group of men entered the jail.  There were three armed sheriff's deputies and a deputy US Marshall escorting one man in handcuffs.  "Sheriff Coffee, this is James Rivers, one of the Rivers Brothers that has been robbing the trains.  The Federal Marshall should be here tomorrow or the day after to pick him up for trial.  Did you get word about this?"  "Yes, sir, I sure did and I am happy to oblige you.  Put him in that first cell right there."  

 

Little Joe was fascinated by the man.  He was almost as big as his own brother, Hoss.  But he didn't look like Hoss at all.  Hoss had kind, blue eyes and a happy face.  This man had dark, mean eyes in a face that made Little Joe shiver.  But he found himself drawn to him; he couldn't stop looking at him.   "What're you staring at, Kid?" the man asked when he noticed Little Joe.  "How'd you get that scar on your face, Mr.?." Little Joe asked, indicating a long red jagged gash across the man's face.  Ben Cartwright entered the jail about this time, and not knowing what was going on, he rushed in and scooped up his son in his arms.  The prisoner continued to stare at Little Joe and said, "My woman did that little boy, but you should have seen what I did to her!" and laughed.  The Sheriff and the other law officers all said, "That'll be enough out of you, Rivers." And moved him into his cell.  The man continued to laugh and say loudly, "You shoulda seen what I done to her, yessiree, you shoulda seen what I done to her. I might do the same to you one day."  Ben saw Joe's eyes get wide, so he said, "Joseph that man can't hurt you."  

 

"What's that about, Roy?" Ben asked as the deputies settled the prisoner into his cell and locked the door.  Sheriff Coffee went behind them and closed the door into the jail cells, blocking the view of the prisoner.  "That's one of the River's gang that has been robbing the trains here of late.  The Marshall is coming here to pick him up for trial in a couple of days."   "He looks like a bad one, Roy, be careful." Ben cautioned.  "Oh, I will, you know that I am a cautious man, Ben.  Besides, those deputies are staying 'til the Marshall gets here.  They are just using my jail."  

 

"I ran into Adam, he told me he left Joe with you.  I trust he was no trouble?" Ben asked, eyeing his son.   "Not unless you count beating me in three games of checkers trouble, Ben." Roy chuckled.  "How about joining me for some lunch down at that new cafe at the train depot?  I hear tell the food is real good." Roy asked.  "That sounds like a good idea, Roy.  Hoss and Adam were meeting some friends at the International House , so Joe and I are on our own.  Let's give it a try.  Are you hungry, Little Joe?"  "Sure Pa, I'm starved." Joe said excitedly.  Roy, surprised that Ben didn't want to have lunch with Adam and Hoss offered, "Ben, if you want to, we can go to the International House instead."  Ben smiled and shook his head, "Probably not a good idea, considering what happened the last time we ate there with Joseph along."  "What happened, Ben?" Roy asked, his eyes twinkling and a smile forming.  "Well, let's see, first off, Joseph insisted on the most expensive item on the menu, which he of course, wouldn't touch, then he turned over a glass of milk, and for good measure, pitched a tantrum because I wouldn't let him order dessert." Ben said.  As Ben related this information, Joe was watching the people on the street, oblivious to his father's conversation. If his father hadn't reached out and grabbed him, he would have walked right out in front of a horse and carriage as he was hurrying to get a closer look at a boy and a dog on the other side of the street.  "Joseph, please watch where you are going!" Ben said sternly.  "Yes, sir" Joe answered automatically.  

 

The new cafe was built right into the train depot, giving a view of the arriving and departing trains.  Of course that made it a little noisy when the trains came or went; however, since there were no more than three arrivals and departures daily, that was not a major problem.  The men let Little Joe pick their seat and he chose one with a direct view of the platform where the train would stop, although there was no train there at the time.  The waitress came to take their order and told Joe that her little girl was a friend of his.  She and Joe chatted for a few minutes and then she took their order.  Ben and Roy just raised their eyebrows at each other.  Ben had no idea that Little Joe had even known the waitress's daughter.  Ben was always surprised at the seeming ease with which Little Joe made conversation with adults---especially women.  

 

The waitress had just brought their food and they had just begun to eat when the train pulled into the station.  Little Joe immediately jumped up and ran to the window to get a closer view of the train.  His father, right behind him, brought him back to the table and told him to eat his lunch.   "But, Pa, I'm not hungry." Little Joe said, still watching the train, fascinated by the thick black smoke pouring out from the engine.  "I thought you said you were starving, Joseph." Ben said.  "That was before, now I am not hungry, Pa.  Can't I just go watch the train, Pa?"  "Joseph, you have to eat your lunch; you didn't eat your breakfast.  You can look at the train after you eat."  Ben said, sternly.   "Please Pa?" Joe pleaded.  "Joseph, turn around in your chair and eat your lunch,  Don't make me have to speak to you again." Ben said.   

 

Joe sighed, and made a big deal about turning around.  He picked up his fork, as if it weighed a thousand pounds and began to look at his food as if it were the most unappetizing thing he had ever seen.  "Alright, Pa." He said resignedly.  He made a pretense of eating for a few minutes, then turned around and stared at the train again.  Ben, noting this said, "Joseph, eat your lunch and then I may let you go see the train."  Hearing this, Joe brightened and turned around and began to eat rapidly.  "Joseph, chew your food before you swallow it, please." Ben admonished, shaking his head at Roy.   

 

When Joe had finished about half the food on his plate, he asked "Pa, may I be excused now, please and go see the train?"  "Is that all you are going to eat, Joe?"  "Yes, sir, I am as full as Hoss, Pa."  Ben and Roy chuckled at that, knowing that Joe would never be as full as Hoss. "Alright, Son."  "Pa, can I go out and watch the train?"  "When Sheriff Coffee and I finish, Son, we will go out with you."  "Pa, the train may be gone by then.  I can go while you finish eating. You can see me through the window, Pa.  Please, Pa, you said I could when I finished eating."  Joe asked in a pleading voice.  "Alright, Joe, you can go right out there as long as you stay right where I can see you from right here.  You hear me?  Don't you move out of sight at all."  Ben said.  Joe hurriedly reached over and gave his father a big bear hug, his unwiped hands leaving sticky places on Ben's neck.  "Thanks, Pa." Joe said and turned and ran out the door to see the train.  

 

Ben and Roy were enjoying a cup of coffee and apple pie, Ben keeping a close eye on Little Joe through the window.  Several Virginia City businessmen entered the cafe and stopped to speak to Ben and Roy about local politics.  Although the men were partially obstructing Ben's view, he could still see a glimpse of Little Joe's white shirt through the window.  As Joe watched the train, trying to get a peek inside, a conductor came to the door and seeing his interest, asked him if he needed a step up to get onto the train.  Seeing his hesitation, the conductor asked him if he was with his parents.  Joe said "I'm with my Pa."  "Where is your Pa, Son?" the conductor asked.  "He's over there," Joe said, pointing in the general direction of the cafe.  The conductor, looking where Joe was pointing, thought Joe was pointing to a train passenger.  The conductor reached down his arm and said, "Come on up, then Son."  Joe hesitated a split second, then glancing behind him, and not seeing his father, he reached up and took the man's arm and hopped on the train.  "I'll just look real quick and Pa won't even know." he told himself.  The conductor asked if he would like to see the engine.  Joe couldn't turn that down, so he quickly accepted the man's offer.  The conductor took Joe to the engine and showed him the inner workings of the train, the engineer asked him if he would like to blow the whistle.  Joe excitedly agreed and the engineer held him up and said, "Are we all ready, George?" talking to the conductor.  "All ready" he said.  "Okay, son, give it three long blasts."  Joe enthusiastically pulled on the rope, three strong pulls, blowing the whistle, unaware that that was the signal that indicated the train was leaving the station.   

 

Just as the train whistle blew, there was a loud explosion heard from the direction of the town and the sounds of shouting and gun fire.  Ben and Roy and the other patrons of the cafe, jumped up to see what had happened.  There was a temporary panic and many people who were outside the cafe poured inside.  Little Joe, inside the engine of the train, paid no attention to the explosion---he was far more interested in the train engine.   Ben immediately ran to the train platform to retrieve his son, but as he came outside the platform, there were many people there, but no Little Joe Cartwright.  Ben thought that perhaps Joe had been caught up in the throng of people who had rushed into the cafe when the explosion was heard, so he went back inside and looked carefully for his son.  Not seeing him inside the cafe, he rushed out the front door of the cafe to see if he were out there, and again, his son was no where in sight.  Ben ran back to the train platform and asked the people who had come back out there if they had seen Joe.  "Excuse me, did you see a small dark-haired little boy?" he asked everyone he saw.  Most of the people shook their heads or said "No, sorry."  One woman though, said, "Was he wearing a white shirt and tan pants and did he have dark curly hair and about this tall", indicating an approximate height.  "Yes, yes, that is my son--did you see where he went?" Ben asked frantically by this time.  "Yes, the conductor helped him up onto the train, right before it departed" she replied.  Ben's face lost all color as he looked down the tracks at the rapidly disappearing train, visible only by the slight trace of smoke from the chimney.   

 

Ben's first inclination was to go directly to his horse and follow the train, but he knew he should first go tell Hoss and Adam what happened.  He also remembered the explosion and knew he had to investigate to find the cause of that.   He remembered to pay their lunch bill, leaving a large bill on the table, he then practically ran toward the Sheriff's office.  As he neared the jail, he could tell that whatever had happened, must have happened either in or near the jail, due to the size of the crowd that had gathered there.   Coming into the crowd, he was relieved to see Hoss and Adam.  "What happened, Hoss?" he asked as he came up to him.  "There was a jailbreak, Pa."  Some gang dynamited the back of the jail and freed the prisoner, and killed the three deputies."  Hoss said, grimly.   "Adam and I were going to go out with the posse, Pa."  About this time, Adam noticed that Little Joe was not with his father and he had a premonition of something bad.  "Pa, where is Little Joe?" he asked, somehow knowing he wouldn't like the answer.  

 

Ben sighed, "It seems Little Joe decided to take a train ride, boys."  "I guess it's my fault, I took my eyes off him for a minute in the panic of the explosion.  Joe somehow got onto the train and was still in it when it departed."  "Pa, we have to go after him" Hoss said, almost in a panic.  "Yes, we will Hoss.  You go get the horses. Adam, go find out where the next stop for that train is and wire ahead and tell them what happened, in case it gets there before we do.  I am going to go tell Roy where we are going and that we can't join the posse."  "I'll bring the horses here and meet you in about 15 minutes, Pa." Hoss said.  "I'll come help you after I send the wire, Hoss" Adam said.  

 

Ben went into the jail and saw that the entire back wall of one cell was gone, leaving a gaping hole.  Doctor Martin was just finishing putting a bandage on the arm of the third guard.  Reports that all three guards had been killed had been inaccurate, only two were killed and the third merely injured.  Sheriff Coffee looked up when he saw Ben, "Ben, they broke that fella out before he had been in my jail for an hour---and look what a mess they left.  Thank goodness there wasn't anyone else in here." He said.  "Can you and Adam ride with the posse to try to round 'em up?"  "Roy, Hoss and Adam and I have to go after that train that just left the station first." Ben explained.  "What for?" Roy asked, giving his friend a confused stare.  "Roy, Joseph is gone.  One woman told me she saw the conductor lift him onto the train right before the explosion and the train departed at the same time as the explosion.  He must have still been on the train." Roy's face had turned from one of confusion to one of understanding and sympathy.  Roy Coffee knew how much his sons meant to Ben Cartwright.  He also knew that Little Joe was prone to get into dangerous situations.  Ben would not rest until he had his son back safe and sound.  "Ben, you and the boys go on and get Little Joe back.  I'll get  some body else to ride with the posse."  "Roy, if you need more men, go out to the ranch and ask Charlie to round you up some of the hands." Ben said.  

 

Chapter Two

 

Little Joe, enthralled by the excitement of blowing the whistle and then watching the train start moving faster and faster, didn't think about his predicament for several minutes.  When the engineer turned to the conductor and said, "You better take him back to his seat," Joe realized he was in trouble.  The conductor didn't notice the look of alarm on the boy's face.  He held out his hand to Little Joe and said, "Come on Son, I'd better get you back to your Pa before he gets worried 'bout you."  Joe thought to himself, "I wish I was with Pa."  He didn't say anything, but started walking with the conductor.  When they came to the first car, the conductor asked, "Is your Pa in this car?"  Joe shook his head, and the conductor continued on to the next car and several cars, asking the same question, and getting the same negative reply.  Finally, they came to the last car and the conductor, just looked at Little Joe, without saying anything, Joe shook his head and said.  "No.  My Pa is not on the train."  With a little bit of a tremor in his voice.  

 

The conductor knew in an instant what had happened; it was not an uncommon experience. Little boys just seemed to love trains and this little boy wasn't the first one to get on unaccompanied.  He knelt down beside the boy and asked him where was his Pa.  "He is in the cafe, I was supposed to stay right there 'til he came out."  Joe said in a small, scared voice.  The conductor saw the beginnings of tears in his eyes,  so he patted him on the shoulders and said, "Well, don't you worry, Son, the railroad will see that you get back to your Pa."  Joe brightened, "Can we turn around and go back?"  "No, Son, trains can't exactly turn around, but we will stop at the very next stop and notify your Pa and arrange for you to get home.  Don't you worry about a thing."   

 

Just at that time, a tall, attractive woman approached from the rear of the car and said softly, "Little Joe, what is wrong?"  Little Joe turned and was surprised to see one of their family friends, Mrs. Blake.  "Hi, Mrs. Blake.  I kinda got on the train by accident and my Pa is going to be worried about me." Joe said in a quiet voice.  "Oh, no, Little Joe, you didn't get on this train without your Pa or brothers, did you?"  "Yes, Mam, but it was an accident."  Joe said.  "Sir, I am a friend of the family.  This young man is Joseph Cartwright. His father owns the Ponderosa Ranch.  I will be happy to look after him until we can notify his father."  The conductor, relieved, said, "That would be most helpful, Mam.  We will make arrangements to notify his family when we get to the next stop, which is Indian Falls."  "Indian Falls, but that is a good six hours away" she said alarmed.  "Yes, Mam, but that is the next station since they closed the one at Red Rock.  There ain't no telegraph station before that."  "Well, Joseph, your Pa will be fit to be tied, that's for sure.  I imagine after your Pa does catch up with you, you won't be going on any train rides for a long time." She said with a smile.  "Come along, we might as well be comfortable." She said and led him back to her seat.  For the first few minutes Little Joe was quiet as he worried about what Mrs. Blake had said.  He knew she was right--his Pa was going to be really mad at him for disobeying him and there was no way he was going to get out of that.  Pa could forget many things, but if he told him not to do something and he did it anyway, like getting on this train, his father would be very, very mad.  Joe thought about this for a while, but gradually as the view of the countryside began to change as they raced past, Joe decided that there was nothing he could do about it now, so he might as well enjoy the train ride.  He had only been on a train a few times, always with his Pa and brothers and they wouldn't let him do any exploring.  

 

Joe began to watch the other passengers and try to figure them out.  He noticed that there was a family with three children sitting on the opposite side of the train aisle.  He looked them over carefully and smiled at them.  There was a little girl about his size with pretty long dark hair, he smiled at her and she smiled back. Their father looked like a banker or something. He had on a suit like his Pa's Sunday suit.   He noticed that there was a man who must be a preacher, cause he was holding a Bible and reading from it.  There were two young women that must be sisters, they spoke a language that he didn't understand. It was similar to Hop Tseng's language, but it wasn't quite the same.  He couldn't make out all the words, but he could make out some of them.  They were talking about their new country.  He laughed out loud when he heard one of them say something about the big fat man who was snoring in the front of the car.  They looked at him, surprised that he laughed and wondering how he knew what they said.  

 

Mrs. Blake was beginning to doze off.  She looked down at Joe and said, "Joseph, I am getting a little sleepy.  Would you mind if I doze off for a few minutes?  When I wake up, we will have some refreshments.  Is that okay, Little Joe?"  "Yes, Mam."  With that, she put her head back on the pillow and closed her eyes.  Joe watched her and soon saw that she was indeed sleeping.  He sat there for a while, but eventually he became bored and decided to use this opportunity to explore a little bit.  He told her he wouldn't leave the car, so he would have to stay in this car, but he didn't have to stay in the same seat, he thought to himself.  He eased out of his seat and started walking up the aisle of the train.  The three children from across the aisle, were also getting fidgety.  He stopped and said, "Hello, I am Joe Cartwright.  What's your name?" The three children and he talked for a while, and he shared his candy with them; then he decided he wanted to walk around some more before Mrs. Blake woke up.  He went up and down the aisle several times.  One thing he noticed during one of his trips was that two men in the front and one man in the back had pistols under their jackets.  The man in the back looked kind of familiar to Joe, and he was trying to think of where he might have seen him before when Mrs. Blake woke up and called out "Joseph Cartwright, you come here right now.  Goodness, Joe, I can understand why your Pa has such a hard time keeping up with you.  You gave me a fright.  I thought I told you not to leave the seat."  She said.  "No, Mam, you just told me not to leave this car and I didn't." He explained.  He could never understand grownups.  They tell you not to do one thing and then expect you not to do something altogether different, he thought to himself.    "I am going to have to be much more sympathetic to Ben Cartwright from now on", she said out loud, to Joe's puzzlement.  

 

Chapter Three

 

Adam and Hoss brought the horses to the Sheriff's office about the same time that Ben came outside.  "Did you send the wire to Red Rock, Adam?" Ben asked his oldest son.  "Pa, the train doesn't stop at Red Rock anymore" Adam explained, "the next stop is Indian Falls."  "Indian Falls?  When I get my  hands on that little brother of yours, I'm going to ...." Ben didn't finish his sentence, because he really couldn't think of anything except how badly he wanted to get his hands, in fact his arms around his youngest son.  "Well I guess we will just have to go to Indian Falls, boys."   

 

"Pa, it will take us half a day to get to Indian Falls, what's going to happen when that train gets there if we ain't there to pick up Little Joe?" Hoss asked, concern for his younger brother apparent on his face.  "I know a way we can cut down the time to get there, Pa." Adam said, an idea forming in his mind.  "How Son?"  "We could cut across the Rimrock Mountains."  Ben considered this and said, "Adam, that is pretty rough country, but it would shave several hours off the time to get to Indian Falls."  "Yeah, Pa, if we did that, we could probably beat the train to Indian Falls or at least get there about the same time." Hoss said enthusiastically.  

 

Ben thought about it for a very short period of time, his concern for his little boy overcoming the concerns about the rough terrain they would be going through.  "Okay, boys let's do it.  Let's go get some extra canteens and trail supplies, though, just in case."    "Pa, probably better let Sheriff Coffee know which way we are going, just in case." Adam pointed out. "Right, Son, I will go do that while you and Hoss go to the mercantile and get those supplies---I will meet you there in 5 minutes."  With a plan in mind, Ben felt more at ease about his son.  He tried to console himself thinking that Joe was relatively safe on that train.  After all, how much trouble can one 7 year old little boy get into on a moving train? He asked himself.  Immediately upon asking the question, his eyes opened wide and his heart began to race again.  If that 7 years old little boy was Little Joe Cartwright, there was no end to the trouble he could get into.  Ben knew that about the only time Little Joe was not likely to get into trouble was when he was sound asleep in his own bed.  He berated himself for his decision to let Joe go outside the cafe to watch the train---what was he thinking?  He resolved to never let the boy out of his sight again when they found him.  He wouldn't allow himself to consider any possibility that they wouldn't get him back again.  He quickly told the Sheriff of their plans and went across the street where Adam and Hoss were just finishing packing away the extra water and trail supplies.  The three of them looked at each other and without saying a word, headed out of Virginia City to find one lost little boy.  

 

Chapter Four

 

"Well, young man.  If I'm going to be responsible for you, then we're going to have to come to an understanding about some rules."  Little Joe sighed.  "Joseph, I am not the one who got on this train by mistake.  If you would prefer the conductor take care of you, that can be arranged." Ms. Blake spoke louder than she intended and certainly more sharply than she really felt.  Still, she felt she had to get the young boy's attention.  

 

"No, ma'am.  I'm sorry."  

 

Mrs. Blake smiled.  "Little Joe," she tried to soften her words.  "I expect you to stay with me unless you ask my permission to leave your seat.  If you are to be in my care, then I must know where you are at all times.  Do you understand how important that is?"  

 

"Yes, ma'am."  Joe hoped the little girl seated with her parents wasn't hearing this exchange.  He hated getting a dressing down at any time, but especially he hated it in public.  He fidgeted, staring at his feet, hoping he could soon sit back in his seat and get out of center stage, here in the aisle way of the train car, but Mrs. Blake wasn't finished.   

 

"Do I have your word that you'll stay in your seat unless you've talked with me first, to get my permission?  Look at me, Joseph."  

 

"Yes, ma'am." Joe mumbled, raising his face that was already turning red to look at the woman..  He was sure everyone in the train must be staring at him, thinking he was just a kid instead of already being seven years old.   

 

"Then please take your seat."  She patted the seat by the window that Little Joe had vacated earlier.  Sighing, the boy moved back beside his father's friend.   

 

Mrs. Blake picked up her knitting, checking again to be sure Joe was occupied.   He seemed to be fine, watching the scenery outside the train.  For a few minutes, Joe was satisfied with this...at least he wasn't being chastised in front of the whole train.  Still, Joe was not used to being a passive participant in life's adventures, and having to sit quietly beside Mrs. Blake was beginning to annoy him.   

 

"Mrs. Blake, may I get up and walk around the train?"  

 

"You most certainly may not.  You've explored this car as much as needs be and the rest of the train is off limits to you without my being with you."  Noticing how her young charge looked away, his lower lip trembling, she softened her stance.  "Joseph, I must finish this sweater for my granddaughter in Denver."  

 

"Yes, ma'am," Joe's reply was almost inaudible.  Why hadn't he stayed outside the cafe? Without the security of his family, Joe was beginning to feel a little frightened and very alone. Partly, he was worried about what his father would do to him, but, if he could admit to himself, which at his age he couldn't, Joe was worried abut what was going to happen to him on this trip.  What had started out as such an adventure was gradually losing its appeal.  Hoss being here would have changed everything.  It would have been great fun to explore the train with his older brother.  Even Adam would have been fun, his older brother sharing tales of train rides he'd taken.  And, Joe was certain, Adam would have shown him all the trappings of the train, explaining how everything  worked together.   If he could put it into words, without his family's support,  Joe was feeling homesick.    

Rocking him gently, the train lulled Little Joe to sleep by the window.  Mrs. Blake, recognizing a chance to relax herself, drifted off beside him.  About an hour later, Little Joe was awakened by a shifting of the train's cars.  Joe looked about, wondering what had happened.  The train itself seemed to have slowed down and Joe was eager for this leg of the trip to be over.  Funny, he was used to the bustle of activity that marked the depot in Virginia City.  There didn't seem to be much activity outside.  In fact, Joe noted, he wasn't even sure where the train station was.  Glancing about, Joe's sense of unease increased.  Standing by the only exit from this car was that man, the one he vaguely remembered having seen somewhere...the gun in his hand held up against the skull of the banker-looking man sitting with the three children.   

 

Chapter Five

 

The first part of the trail across Rimrock Hills was fairly flat and open.  As the Cartwrights rode along, Ben's mind did a quick inventory of the supplies they had with them, determining they had sufficient food, water and blankets for any expected and most unexpected contingencies.  That completed, he reflected on possible scenarios they could encounter on this trip.  Option 1 was for the family to reach Indian Falls before the train so they could meet Little Joe as he got off the train.  Ben would like to have dwelt on that for the duration of this trip, but, while that was the preferred option, it was a long shot at best.  They just had too much ground to cover.  

Reluctantly,  Ben turned his mind to the most likely scene.  The train would surely reach Indian Falls at least an hour, maybe two before they got there.  Hopefully, Adam's message would reach the train station and someone would board the train, find Joe and take him to the main office to wait the family's arrival. There were two unfortunate aspects of that happening, though.  First of all, it required that someone take responsibility for looking for Joe on the train, which would be facilitated if the conductor had realized that the little boy really was a stowaway.   Assuming all went well, Ben decided not to dwell on the second unfortunate possibility...mainly he hated to think what mischief his youngest son could get into while waiting at the train station for almost two hours before his family arrived.   

 

Hmmm.  What would happen if no one realized Little Joe wasn't supposed to be on the train?  Would Joe think to get off the train at Indian Falls?  Ben was pretty sure he would do that, but, if Ben were worried about the trouble Little Joe could get into even when he was supervised, Ben cringed thinking of what Joe might find to do if he were unsupervised for that long.  By the time Ben planned to be done with him, that boy would think long and hard before he pulled such a crazy stunt again.  One way or another, Little Joe was going to learn that disobeying his father was fraught with perils.   

 

Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, Ben pulled his mind back from his reverie to the overland trail as he followed his sons along the wide trail.  So far, everything seemed to be fine.  The weather was as beautiful as the country they were traversing.  At any other time, Ben would have enjoyed this ride.  In the afternoon sun, the reds and purples of the sandstone were highlighted in the steep outcroppings and were in breathtaking contrast to the yellow sand. As it was, he was beside himself with worry, wondering what would come of all this.  The more he thought about this entire situation, he angrier he became.  It wasn't until his horse stumbled because Ben had been paying no attention and the ground was getting rockier, that the Cartwright patriarch realized he'd have to push such thoughts to the back of his mind and attend to his riding.  Sighing, he looked ahead, not looking forward to the rougher terrain he could see in front of them.  

 

At a split in the road, Adam stopped to get his bearings.  "Pa, which trail do we take?  It's been a long time since I've been out this way."  

 

"At any split, take the left fork up until we reach the hog back. Then, we follow east 'til we cross the main road into Indian Falls.  We're maybe 1/4 of the way there."

"Do we cross that new railway spur goin' this way?" Hoss wondered. 

Ben thought about that for a moment.  "Hmmm,  I haven't been out this way since they built that track, but I believe we do, just before we head up that hog back.  In fact, it may be easier to follow that new track into Indian Falls than it will be to take the hog back trail.  We'll have to check when we get closer.  Come on, boys, let's get moving."  With that, Ben Cartwright took the lead, spurring his horse forward at a fast pace.

Giving his brother a knowing look, Adam waited until his father was ahead then, sitting straight in the saddle, waved his arm forward like a Calvary Sargent. "Forward, ho-o-o-o," he drawled, kicking his horse into a lope to catch up with his father.  Laughing, Hoss followed behind, unaware of the drama that would greet them at the hog back.

 

Chapter Six

 

About the same time that Little Joe saw the man with the gun, other passengers saw him too.  The man's wife screamed and the children began to cry.  The man who had been snoring jumped up and started to head towards the man with the gun, but immediately one of the two other men with guns, hit him hard over the back of the head with his gun.  The man crumpled back into his seat, with blood starting to trickle down the back of his head.  At the same time, the other armed man pulled his gun out and aimed it in the general direction of all the passengers on the train.  He said, "Now unless you want to die, you people better just sit right there in your seat until we tell you to move" with a very scary voice. The women and children on the train were crying by this time and the men were looking around at each other, unsure of what to do. Joe wished his Pa and brothers were there, they would know what to do.  Joe looked at Mrs. Blake, who was just now waking up from her nap.  She sat up alarmed at what she saw, but not making any sound.  She reached for Joe and pulled him close to her.  He was glad for the momentary security that made him feel.

 

The man at the back of the train started issuing orders to the other two. "Go see how James wants to handle this.  Tell him what we got in this car and the car in the front."  "Okay, Luke" the man said and turned to go to the car behind him.  Joe saw that there was another man with a gun right outside the door of the train car.  The man with the gun that looked familiar was getting agitated, "Shut up that noise right now or I am going to shut you up" he said pointing to the banker's wife.  The banker, though obviously scared, tried to calm his wife down.  "It's okay, Eleanor, just sit down and keep the children quiet" he said, pleading with his eyes for her to obey.  With great effort, she was able to stifle her cries, and turned the children away from their father and made them face the front of the train. 

 

"That goes for the rest of you people, sit down and shut up!" the man yelled. Tired of holding his weapon against the man's head, he roughly pushed him back towards his seat.  The man stumbled and Joe reached over to help him steady himself.  "Watch it, kid, sit back down and don't move again or I am liable to shoot you 'fore I think about it."  Mrs. Blake reached over and again grabbed Joe and hugged him to her side tightly.  Wide-eyed, Joe watched the man, sure that the man meant what he said.  The people in the car had suddenly gotten very quiet, the shock of what was happening to them finally sinking in. 

 

Just then two more men came into the train car, both of them had their guns drawn and they were two of the meanest looking men Little Joe had ever seen.  "Alright, listen up everybody, this is what we are going to do.  I want all you people to get out your valuables and pass them along to my brother back there and be quick about it.  He ain't the most patient man you ever met and if I was you, I wouldn't cross him neither."  As he said this, the man began to come down the aisles to collect valuables.  Mrs. Blake sighed but took off her jewelry and handed it over.  The two Chinese women apparently didn't understand the directions and they didn't move quickly enough to suit the man who slapped the younger one hard across the face.  Little Joe tried to get up, but Mrs. Blake held him firmly, saying "Joseph, sit down."  Joe couldn't get out of her grip, but he got the girl's attention and said something to her in Chinese.  The girls quickly gave the man bracelets and necklaces.  Mrs. Blake looked at Joe quizzically, but didn't say anything.  The man looked back at Joe and said, "Woman if that boy moves again, I am going to shoot him.  Ya hear?"  Mrs. Blake tightened her grip on Joe, practically cutting off the circulation in his arms.

 

After all the jewelry had been collected, the man in the front said, "Alright, now I want all the adults to move to the back of the train and I want all the children to move to the front of the car.  Children first."  For a brief period, nothing happened, the adults still holding onto their children.  The man, wanting to set an example, motioned to the man in the back.  The man reached over and grabbed Little Joe by the arms, trying to yank him out of Mrs. Blake's grasp.  But Mrs. Blake was still gripping Little Joe with all her might, saying "Please don't take him, let him stay with me. I will keep him still."  The man reached over and cocked his pistol and pointed it directly at Little Joe's head, "Mam you gonna turn him loose or am I gonna shoot him right here?"  Mrs. Blake turned him loose.  She looked directly into Little Joe's green eyes and said as calmly as she could, "Joseph, you go with this man and you just do everything he says and you will be okay."  Her heart went out to the frightened little boy, who was trying so hard to be brave.  She knew this was one day he wished he had listened to his father.  "Please don't hurt him, he is just a little boy." She said to the men.  Two of them laughed.

 

"Alright, now the rest of you children, get up here, now."  The adults grimly sent their children to the front of the train to stand by Little Joe.  Then the men made the adults move to the back of the train and sit down.   Another man moved into the train car and held the door open to go between the car and the car in front of it.  Looking at the adults he said, "Alright we are moving the children into another car.  If you ever want to see them again, you will listen carefully and do everything you are told.  I will tell you a secret, my other brother, the one you haven't even met yet---well he don't like children.  It won't take much to make him decide to git rid of 'em.  I wouldn't give him no reason to, iffen I was you."  With that, he motioned for the man in front to move the children out.  The men and women in the car began to beg and plead with them not to hurt the children.  The men paid them no attention. 

 

"Why don't you go first, little hot shot?" the man said, looking at Little Joe.  He pushed him forward, Joe stumbled, but regained his balance and looking back at Mrs. Blake one last time, he went forward and out of the car.  Mrs. Blake closed her eyes as soon as he was out of sight and began to pray for him and the other children and for all the other passengers.  Nothing happened for at least 30 minutes.  The men guarding them continued to keep a close eye on them for any sign of movement.  The adults had been convinced that the men would indeed have no qualms about harming the children, so they sat still waiting and watching.  Mrs. Blake began to think about what Ben Cartwright would do when he found out that the train his son had gotten onto "by mistake" was being robbed.  "Heaven help those robbers if they harm Little Joe" she thought.

 

After about thirty minutes, another man came back into the car. He was not one of the other men, though he did favor the one they called Luke.  This man was tall, had dark black hair, and wild-looking eyes, but his most distinguishable characteristic was a long jagged red scar on his face. Mrs. Blake wanted to be able to describe all the men involved if she ever got the chance, so she methodically noted their features.  She knew she would never forget this man, that was for sure.   The man came to the middle of the train and spoke loudly, "Alright this is what we are going to do.  If any of you ever want to see any of those children again, you will do just as we say.  We are going to take the children for a little ride. You ain't going, cause you are just too much trouble.  If we don't have no problems, then we'll let them youngun's live.  But if we are bothered with any lawmen 'fore we leave, we'll kill everyone of 'em.  Now when you get back to town, you'd best tell that to the sheriff and you'd best make 'em believe it.  Cause it don't matter none to me whether you get them brats back or not.  Ya hear?" 

 

"Sir, surely you are not going to take the children?" Mrs. Blake said incredulously.  The man looked at her and said, "That's it, Mam, you ketch on real fast."  "Alright, Luke, you and the others go get that engine fired up.  We will be moving out in jest a few minutes."  The other men left the train and soon they heard the engine starting up.  By this time the snoring man had regained consciousness and hearing their plan, decided that they had to do something right then or lose the children.  He quietly rose and started towards the man with the gun.  The man with the gun heard him move, turned around looked at him for several seconds, then shot him right in the middle of the chest.  Then he laughed as he turned to the other passengers and said, "Any more heroes on this train?" 

 

Soon the door to the car opened and "Luke" came back in and said, "We're ready, James."  "Alright, let's go", saying this he backed slowly out of the car, keeping the gun pointed at the passengers.  When he got to the door, he quickly jumped out and over to the other car, which had already started moving.  The passengers sat there, stunned for a few moments, then the men jumped up and went to look out the door where the rest of the train could be seen moving down the tracks, leaving them sitting miles from nowhere in an isolated train car. 

 

Chapter  7

 

Joe and the other children were roughly ushered into the adjoining train car.  One of the other children tripped and fell and one of  the men yanked him up by the arm and pushed him forward.  The little boy cried out in pain when his arm was yanked, the man who had done it said, “Shut your mouth, boy.”  Somehow the child, no more than 5 or so, was able to quiet himself, but the look of terror in all the children’s eyes intensified. 

“Alright, you young’uns, sit down right over there on the floor and don’t make any  noise or sudden moves, if you know what is good for you.” the man said, pointing to the right side of the train car, along the wall in front of the seats.  “We are goin’ for a little ride and if you don’t bother me, then I won’t bother you none.” He said.  Little Joe and the other children, seven in all, sat down quickly and leaned against each other and the wall, trying to look as invisible as possible.  Of the seven children, the two Chinese girls were the oldest, probably 14 or maybe even 15.  The brown-haired girl appeared to be about Joe’s age, the other children seemed be younger, ranging from about 5 years.

 

One man sat down in the back of the train and another sat down in the front of the train.  They talked about what they were going to do with their share of  the split, although they didn't know what, the children were sure that they were stealing something.  Joe knew that sometimes there were gold shipments on the train because he had heard Pa and Adam talk about it.  He figured maybe that was what the men were stealing.  He hoped that they would hurry and take the gold and then maybe they would leave. For approximately half an hour, nothing much seemed to happen.  Several men with guns and mean faces came back and forth through that train car to the car behind them.  After about half an hour, the door opened to the front of the car and another man walked through.  Joe’s face froze when he got a good look at the man.  It was the man with the scar on his face that he had seen in Sheriff Coffee’s jail that morning--the man that said he may do to him what he did to the woman who cut him.  Again Joe wished that he had listened to his father.  Thinking of his father gave him a boost of courage, because he knew that his father and brothers would be looking for him.  He was confident that no matter how angry his father would be at him for getting on the train without permission, his father wouldn’t stop until he found him.  Realizing that his family was probably already looking for him made him feel better.

 

One of the little girls that he had talked to earlier that day, looked at him and whispered, “What do you think they are going to do with us?”  Joe looked at her and summoning every bit of courage he had, he responded, “My Pa and brothers are gonna come get us.  We don’t have nothin’ to worry about.”  The little girl looked dubious, but she smiled at him. Joe noticed that she was maybe a little taller than he was, but she had a pretty smile, pretty brown hair, and freckles across her face.  “What’s your name?” Joe asked her, returning her smile.  “My name is Melody Spooner and this is my sister, Beverly and my brother, Richard, and that is my cousin, Libby.”  she said indicating the three other children with her .  “Only we call them Bev and Richie.  My Daddy told me you are Little Joe Cartwright and you live on the Ponderosa.” She said.  “How did your Daddy know who I was?” he asked, surprised, since he hadn’t recognized her.  “Well I think my Daddy knows your Daddy or something.” She said.  That was no surprise actually since Pa seemed to know just about everybody in the whole territory of Nevada.

 

The children realized that the train was slowly starting to move, then all the men who had been in the other car quickly came into the car. The man with the scar on his face strode through to the other car, barely glancing at the children.  Joe breathed a sigh of relief, he was terrified that the man would remember him. One of the younger children started crying when they realized the train was moving and Joe and Melody  did their best to quiet him.  The man at the back of the train said, "Shut that kid up." The man sitting closest to the children just looked at them but didn't say anything.

 

The younger children were becoming increasingly restless and harder to console, despite Joe's and Melody 's efforts to quiet them.  The two older Chinese girls tried to help but they seemed to be as terrified or even more terrified than the other children.  Joe spoke to them in Hop Tseng's language trying to see how much they understood of what was going on.  They understood some of what he said, but he wasn't sure how much.  The youngest children, Bev and Richie were becoming louder and louder and were beginning to cry for their mother.  "Melody , I am hungry" Bev said plaintively.  "I want my mommy." Richie echoed.  Joe wished that they hadn't mentioned being hungry, as he had realized that he was hungry too.  Being hungry made him think of Hop Tseng, and thinking of Hop Tseng made him even more homesick.  He wondered where his Pa and brothers were now. He hoped they were looking for him.  He had a fleeting thought that maybe this time his Pa would be so mad at him for disobeying that he wouldn't come after him.  This thought was rapidly chased away by the memory of his father's bear hugs---his Pa would come for him. He was sure of it.

 

The door to the car opened and two more men came in and told the other two men that they would stay there so they could go get some grub and coffee.   The two men who had been there got up and left hurriedly through the door.  The children didn't know it, but the two who just left had been the nicest of the whole gang.  The two who replaced them both sat down at the front of the train and stared at the children.  When one of the younger children made a sniffling noise, the man sitting next to them, snarled at him, and said, "Shut up afore I throw you off the train." This naturally made the all three of the younger children start to cry.  Both men laughed.  They seemed to take pleasure in scaring the children.  "I hear tell there is a good price to be had from selling children to the Piautes."  One said to the other one, loudly.  "Especially the lit 'uns, they make a stew out of 'em I hear."  Upon hearing this the three younger children all started to cry for their mothers, again making the men laugh.  Melody  tried to quiet the children, talking to them quietly, but she was crying herself and seeing her crying, made them cry even louder.  "I thought I told you to shut up" the man yelled, coming toward them as if he were going to kick one of them.  Joe, unable to stand the man being so mean to the little children, stood up and got in front of the children, "You leave them alone, Mr." He said, standing between the children and the man.  Hearing this, the other man laughed out loud, which seemed to further enrage the other man.  He looked closely at Joe for the first time and said, "And who do you think you are, you little pipsqueak? With a snarl in his voice.   "You just leave them alone." Joe repeated, a little more loudly this time.  The other children were fascinated by  Joe's actions, they stopped crying and watched him in fear of what the man would do.  The man continued to stare at Joe, who stood there staring back into the eyes of the man, despite the rapid beat of his heart.  The man suddenly took a step back and then swiftly kicked Joe with his left foot, sending him flying across the train into the wall beside the other children.  Hitting the wall of the train, Joe was momentarily stunned and didn't move.  The man came over as if to kick him again, but instead, he got down right into his face and said, "I'll bet the Piautes will pay top dollar for you, boy.  I aim to find that out."  With that, he turned and went back across the aisle and sat down and stared at the children.

 

"Joe, are you alright?" Melody  moved over to where Joe was lying.  The man had kicked him in the abdomen, and he was lying there, trying to get his breath.  He nodded his head, blinking back the tears in his eyes, unable to speak for several minutes.  Finally, he said, "I'm okay, Melody , it didn't hurt much."  The younger children had started whimpering again and despite the efforts of Melody  and the Chinese girls, and seeing what had happened to Joe, they were unable to stop.  As Joe was lying on his side, he became aware that he was lying on  something in his jacket pocket.  He reached in to see what it was and found the bag of candy that Adam had bought for him that morning.  It seemed like it had been such a long time ago then.  Joe pulled the candy out and gave it to Melody  and said, "Here, give 'em a piece of candy."  Melody  took the proffered candy and said, "Thanks, Joe, that will help keep 'em quiet."  "I know" Joe said, "when my brother wants to talk to a girl, he buys me candy so I won't bother 'em." He said with a smile.

 

As the children were eating the candy, the door opened again and another man came into train car.  Joe looked up and saw the man---it was that giant man with the mean eyes and the ugly red scar on his face.  Joe felt a chill run along his body at the sight of the man.  The man's words from this morning repeated in his mind, "You shoulda seen what I done to her, yessiree, you shoulda seen what I done to her. I might do the same to you one day."  Joe hoped that the man wouldn't notice him, but he found himself unable to take his eyes off of his face.  The man spoke with the other two men about something that Joe couldn't understand.  Something about poker he thought, though it didn't make sense.  The man kept pointing towards the children and saying something about an ace in the hole.  Although he didn't know how to play poker, he had lately started hanging out at the bunkhouse whenever he could get away without his father seeing him to watch the ranch hands play poker.  That is why he thought they were talking about poker, he kept saying something an ace in the hole.  Joe didn't understand though because he couldn't see anyone playing poker and why did he keep pointing at them.

 

The men were talking louder and louder, obviously one of  the men disagreed with what the big man was saying.  Everyone's attention was on the two men arguing.  Suddenly the big man pulled his gun and shot the other man.  None of the other men said a word, they didn't even look interested.  The children were terrified and two of them screamed, the two youngest began to cry, and the others just stared at the dead man, watching the blood pour out of the bullet hole in his chest.  None of the children had ever seen a dead person before and the sight was overwhelming.  The man stood there and watched the other man bleed for a few seconds, then he hollered to two of the other men and said, "Come clean up this mess, unless one of you disagrees with the plan, too."  Two men quietly got up and came and each grabbing a leg and an arm, they dragged the man to the front of the car, while the shooter held the door open, they dragged him out to the platform between the cars.  Soon there was a sickening thud, then one of the  men came back in.  The big man asked "Where's Charlie?" .  The other man said, "He went to see about some grub." And then moved past the man and resumed his seat.

 

The big man with the scar looked around angrily, as if he wanted someone to provoke him, but the other men remained in their places and avoided looking at him.  Finally the man turned towards the children and looked them over, with a scowl.  "What you staring at young'uns?  Aint you never seen nobody lose a argement before?" he said with a laugh. Some of the other gang members joined in the laughter.  Shut up!" the man said.  The gang members and the children were confused, they didn't know to whom the command was directed.  The gang members stifled their nervous laughter, the crying children cried louder.  "I said shut up you snot-nosed babies!" he yelled this time, no doubt directing it at the children.  Melody  and the two Chinese girls attempted to quiet the youngest children. 

 

Joe continued to stare, as if transfixed, at the man's face.  At first the man didn't seem to recognize Joe, he gave him the same malevolent look that he gave the others.  Then Melody  asked Joe to hand her another piece of the candy and as Joe got it out of his jacket pocket, the man turned and stared at him closely.  Recognition brought a smile to the man's face---but it was not a pleasant change in his features.  "Well, well, well, if it isn't little Mr. nosey from the jail this morning." He laughed.  As he laughed, his face took on a look of pure evil.  "What's your name, Mr. nosey?" he asked.  Joe was speechless, unable to force any response.  He continued to stare at the man's face, almost unable to breathe.  His heart was racing and his face had turned pale at the sound of the man's voice.  Repeating in his head over and over were the man's words from earlier that day, "You shoulda seen what I done to her, yessiree, you shoulda seen what I done to her. I might do the same to you one day."  The man walked over and jerked Joe up by the arm and said, "I asked you a question, boy, what's your name?  Iffen I don't get an answer right quick, I'll throw you out jest like I did to ol' Walter."  The other children were staring at the man, unable to move, unable to think.  Joe swallowed hard, and with his lower lip trembling, he managed to get out " J J Joe Cartwright" in a very quiet, shaky voice.

 

"Well Mr. nosey Joe Cartwright, do you remember meetin' me this morning?  I believe you was interested in this scar on my face.  Do you want to know anything else about it now?  Here you want to touch it?" As he said that, he grabbed Joe's arm and forced his hand to feel the scar.  Joe cringed and tried to draw his hand away, but the man held it firmly, laughing as he did so.  "What's  the matter?  You was awful interested in it this morning when I was in jail.  Now you kin feel it--you don't want to know no more bout it?"  Still laughing and gripping Joe's hands.  Joe was shaking all over by this time and the other children watched helplessly.  "I believe I promised you I'd show you how it was done, didn't I, boy?"  Joe didn't respond.  The man grabbed Joe's shoulders and bent his head down right into his face and said, "I asked you a question, boy.  Answer me, boy."  Joe was unable to respond, he was too afraid to move or to speak. 

 

One of the other men, the one who Joe had thought looked familiar and who resembled the giant man, and had been in hearing distance of the whole thing interrupted, "James, did he say his name was 'Cartwright'?"  "Yeah.  Whut of it, Luke?" he asked.  "Well while the boys and me was waitin' for them to bring you to Virginia City, I heard a lot of talk about the Cartwright family.  Ask him where he lives."  'James' turned back to Joe and said, "Whar do you live, boy?"  Joe again did not reply.  James shook him several times by the shoulders and repeated his demand, "Whar do you live, boy?"  Joe took a deep breath and tried to get his voice to speak but nothing came out.  The man drew back his hand as if to slap Joe, but Melody  said "He lives on the Ponderosa Ranch."  Upon hearing that, 'Luke' said, "I thought so!  Hey James, this just may be workin' out better we planned."  "What are you talking about?" James asked, looking at the man, who was his younger brother.

 

"The Ponderosa is the biggest ranch in the whole Nevada territory.  This boy's Pappy is about the richest man in the whole west." Luke said looking at his brother.  "So what?" James asked.  "How is that gonna help us, Luke?"  "Well James, the way I hear it, ol' man Cartwright is crazy about his sons.  I bet he would pay plenty to get that boy returned."  "Luke we ain't got no time to do no kidnapping.  We got to get the gold and get into Mexico."  Luke looked doubtful at first, then shrugged his shoulders and said, "Yeah, I guess you're right, but it seems a shame not to use somethin' that just fell in our laps."  

 

"Oh I didn't mean we ain't gonna use what fell in our laps, we just ain't gonna use it for ransom."  "If ol' man Cartwright would pay to get his boy back, I bet he would be willing to make that posse back-off too, 'til we can get clear, with the promise that if we get clean away, he gets his boy back."  "Yeah, I bet you're right, James.  That Cartwright has a lot of influence in Virginia City and the Nevada territory, too."    Saying that, the man looked at Joe and smiled that same evil smile and said, "Set down boy, the fun is jest beginning." With that he turned loose of Joe's shoulders and roughly pushed him back onto the floor.  He turned to his brother and said, " I need to work out the details, but this is gonna make the whole thing easy as fallin' off a log."

 

The man walked to the front of the car and went out the door, saying "Keep an eye on them young'uns, Luke.  I'll be right back."  Luke sat down and stared at the children.  Fortunately the younger children had fallen asleep by this time.  Joe and Melody  exchanged glances and Melody  smiled at Joe and said, "you were really brave Joe." He returned her smile, though it was a mere hint of his usual smile.  The children sat quietly, each lost in his own thoughts.  Little Joe was wishing so hard that his Pa and brothers would come get him, but he was beginning to fear that this time, even his father couldn't save him.  For the first time he could remember he felt that his father may not be able to solve all his problems--it was an awful feeling.

 

Shortly, James came back into the car and motioned for Luke and the other men to join him.  "Okay, here's the plan.  When we come into the old depot, we are going to follow our original plan, but with one minor change---we take the kid with us. "  One of the other men, said, "James, what are we gonna do with a kid?  Who don't we jest leave 'em all here like we planned?" James looked at him coldly, his steely eyes narrowed, "Cause I said so, you gotta problem with that?"  "No, James, whatever you say" he replied nervously.  

 

"That's better." James said, still watching the man.   "We will have the kid for safety, just in case. If things get tight and the plan don't work, then we got this kid as a ace in the hole.  If things go smoothly and we don't need 'em, well that's easy enough to rectify, aint it?"  All the men, including the one who had suggested leaving all the kids behind, nodded agreement.   "Alright, get ready we will be coming into that deserted depot in a few minutes.  Everything up front is ready."

 

Within just a few minutes, the children felt the train slowing to a stop.  They strained to look out the windows of the train, and saw a deserted, dilapidated train depot, with no people around.  For several minutes, the children heard a lot of movement from the forward cars, and all the men except one left the car.  Shortly, James came back in and said, "Alright, let's go."  With that the other man moved to exit the train car and James came over and looked at Joe and said, "Let's go, boy, you are coming with me." Joe, terrified, remained seated on the floor.  The man reached down and grabbed him tightly by the arm and yanked him up.  When Joe realized what the man was going to do, he began to try to fight him, kicking his legs and twisting and flailing against the man's grip, but he was unable to loosen his grip.  The man just laughed and held him tighter.  Then the man looked at the Melody  and said "You tell the Sheriff that if they ever want to see this kid again alive, they won't follow us.  Tell 'em if they do, the kid dies.  If they don't, I'll send 'em word where the kid is.  You got that?"  Melody  swallowed hard and said, "yes" very softly, as she too, began to cry.  Joe had stopped struggling by this time, and was trying to think.  He didn't think he would ever see his family again and he wanted his Pa to know something.  He said something softly to Melody , but she was crying so hard by now that she didn't hear him. His eyes locked on the Chinese girls who were watching intently.  Joe quickly spoke something to them in Hop Tseng's language, he wasn't sure if they understood him or not, but he hoped they would and that they would deliver a message to his father.  He had told them to tell his father "I am sorry I got on the train".  From their expressions, he wasn't sure if they did understand.  "Shut up, and come with me, boy!" the man snarled and pulled Joe off the train.  Joe looked back and gave one last glance to the other children, before he was roughly pulled off the train.  

 

For the children remaining on the train, it seemed an eternity until all their captors were off the train.  For Little Joe, it seemed only minutes until he was completely separated from his companions and dragged, unceremoniously along the deserted street.  James seemed oblivious to Joe's feeble protests as the boy tried digging in his heels and flailing his arm in an attempt to free himself.  Two of the other men almost started to say something to James, but seemed to think better of it and turned back, hurrying along the street.  

 

Chapter 8

 

At the livery stable, Luke quickly glanced up and down Main Street, then, like a feral cat, slipped into the barn.  Bringing up the rear by close to 100 yards, James, still dragging Joe with him,  came near the livery stable.  Just then a voice hailed him, "You, there, wait up."  

 

"One wrong word out of your mouth and you and your father will die," James hissed at Joe.  Turning, James smiled, finding himself facing a short, rather dumpy looking man.  In fact, the only distinguishing feature that James could notice was a shiny star attached to the man's vest. 

 

"You're new in town," it was a statement rather than a question. 

 

Swallowing and drawing a deep breath to steady himself, James responded, "That's right, sir.  We're on our way to Sacramento, just passing through."

The sheriff looked at Little Joe who stood, terrified, by James side, the older man still gripping his arm tightly.  "And who's this?  What's your name, son?"

 

"This is my son, Joe," James quickly intervened before the boy could speak. 

 

"He looks awfully scared to be your son," the sheriff spoke calmly as though carrying on a simple conversation about the weather.  Joe held his breath, wondering what would come next.

 

"He should be scared," the robber replied.  "This boy disobeyed me, then lied about it when I found out.  He's in for one hell of a larroping' when we get inside that livery stable." 

 

The sheriff looked at Joe, then nodded sympathetically.  "Raising boys has its trials.  I never had the honor of marriage and family, but I have a friend, Ben Cartwright, in Virginia City, who's raising three boys by himself.  It was years ago I last saw those boys.  In fact, his wife was still alive then and their youngest was just a toddler.  I reckon Ben's doing okay with them.  He's one of the richest men in Nevada now."  The sheriff seemed to be rambling now.    Joe risked a glance at James, amazed that the man could seem so calm and relaxed talking to the sheriff.

 

"Well, I'd best be moving along.  Molly over at the hotel has dinner for me about this time every day."  Turning, the sheriff meandered off toward the main part of town.  In one fluid motion, James pulled a knife from beside his waist and threw it toward the sheriff.  Joe watched horrified as the knife embedded itself up to the hilt in the man's back. Without a word, the sheriff collapsed onto the ground.  The boy's shoulders sagged as he realized his last chance for salvation in this town had just been brutally murdered.  What lay in wait for him?

 

Luke appeared from the livery, sheathing his pistol in his holster.  It was obvious he'd been watching the entire scene, prepared to support his brother with gunfire if need be.  "Charlie, Jake, get this body off the street now," he barked his orders to the men and two of their accomplices slipped into the street and quietly pulled the body into the alleyway beside the livery stable.  

 

"Luke," Charlie started as he pulled the sheriff into the shadows. "What are we going to do with that boy now?  I'm thinking we're getting in deeper and deeper.  I don't like it a'tall."

 

"That's yer problem, Charlie.  Thinkin'.  We're headed out for that line shack just north of Cooper's Rock.  James'll send word down to Cartwright that if he wants that boy alive, he'll leave us alone. "

 

 "Why don't we just ride hell bent for leather without the kid for the Mexican border?" 

 

 "Why don't you just ask James yourself?" 

 

 Before Charlie could reply, James called over from the livery stable. "Hurry up.  We've gotta get a move on unless you've a hankerin' for a hangman's noose around your neck."   

 

The three men looked over at James who was already astride a big sorrel gelding, Little Joe ensconced in front of him on the saddle.   "Luke, you know the supplies we're gonna need.  Get 'em from the general store.  

 

We need enough to last a few days.  Meet you up at the line shack ."

 

 "Got it.  Good luck.  Hey, James.  What do I do with this body?"

 

"Leave it.  You'll be long gone before anyone finds him over there. Come on boys, let's ride."

 

The robber settled into the seat behind Joe, effectively pinning the boy between the saddle horn and the man's body.  Joe squirmed, trying to find a more comfortable ride when James hand came down in a hard slap on Joe's thigh.  "You set still, boy.  I don't aim to tell you again."

 

While Joe's hand rubbed his sore thigh, Joe bit his lower lip, trying desperately not to let the tears that threatened, fall.  Being alone, with this evil man;  having no idea where his family was;  having seen his only hope of anyone telling his pa where he'd gone get murdered...it was almost more than Joe could handle by himself.  It was only the fear of being killed, were he to annoy this man any further, that kept Joe from sobbing aloud as they rode along.  As it were, tears silently leaked from Joe's clenched eyelids are he concentrated on being still.  The boy had never felt so lost and abandoned. 

 

 It was several hours before the men arrived at the cabin.  While the others went about their tasks of collecting firewood, putting up the horses and checking the surroundings, James dragged his captive off the horse, unceremoniously dropping him onto the hard ground.  "Git up, boy.  And don't think about runnin'."

 

 Joe gulped, wondering if the man could read minds.  He slowly stood up, rubbing the outside of his knee where a rock had cut his pants as he fell.  "Move it."  He was given a harsh shove and pushed into the cabin where he staggered, trying to regain his footing. 

 

 "Over by the bed."  He was shoved in the direction of a solid wooden structure built into the far side of the shack.  A moth-eaten, wool blanket was spread across some dirty sheets.  Joe cringed, thinking of the clean sheets and warm quilts Hop Tseng kept on his bed.  As he hesitated, James came behind him and pushed him over and onto the platform.  The smell of dirt, urine and things Joe couldn't imagine engulfed his senses as he struggled not to be sick.  Why, oh why, hadn't he minded his father?

 

 "Cartwright, you set right here.  If you move so much as an inch, I can guarantee you'll wish you hadn't," James snarled at Joe.  "We need you alive but it really don't matter what kind of shape you're in.  Just alive.  You remember that if'n you get any high falutin' idea about trying to run away.  You hear?" 

 

Joe sat there, terrified.  A hard slap across his face by James' big hand focused his attention back on the robber.  Almost by reflex, Joe's hands reached up to protect his face from further assault.  "Put your hands down now, boy."  Joe sat, almost frozen.  "I said now!"  He reached back to slap Joe's face again.  The boy dropped his hands, then cringed, waiting for the blow.   

 

James brought his swing to within an inch of Joe's face, then stopped, almost gently caressing the side of his jaw.  "That's better.  You do what I say and we'll get along fine.  Now, you understand what I said about what'll happen if you try to run away?"  Joe nodded, mutely, his eyes looking down at his feet.

 

The man's hand squeezed both sides of Joe's jaw roughly, as he forced the boy to look into his eyes.  "We're countin' on your pa coming to look for you, boy.  If you do one thing wrong, your pa'll die one long, hard death.  You do as I say and you both might live.  Understand?"  Joe's eyes were wide with fear.  The man increased the pressure until Joe worried his jaw would break.  "You understand?"  Joe nodded, afraid to speak. The man shoved Joe back onto the bed against the wall, cracking Joe's head on the wood.  He didn't seem to notice as he turned away, and Joe reached up, softly rubbing the sore spot on his head.  The boy had never been so terrified in his life.

 

Chapter 9

 

Ben was setting as fast a pace as he thought was safe; for as angry as he was at Little Joe for getting on that train without permission, the truth was he was worried sick about him.  He thought about all the adventures or misadventures that his youngest son had been involved in and he was worried about his safety more than anything.  His youngest son was small for his age; yet he was extremely strong-willed and too brave for his own good.  He tended to think of himself as being every bit as old as his older brothers, leading him to take risks that placed him in danger.  He smiled when he remembered the incident at breakfast this morning with Joe demanding coffee.  Ben knew that was just an indication that Joe wanted to be treated like his older brothers rather than as a little boy.  When Hop Tseng had brought Joe the milk in a coffee mug, Ben had remembered that Marie had done that the first time Joseph had requested coffee.  Thinking of Marie initially gave Ben a feeling of warmth, but then he thought what she would be saying if she were here and he had left Joseph unattended by a train station.  He realized then that letting Joe go out there alone had been a foolish thing to do, knowing how curious and impulsive the boy was.  Ben once again spurred Buck to go faster. 

 

The Cartwrights rode a  fast lope for 15 minutes as the trail leveled out, allowing them to cover more land than Ben had anticipated.  He slowed to a quick, mile-eating jog to keep from winding the horses.  As the trail reached the foothills and began to climb across more rocky terrain,  the men slowed their horses to a walk to better assess their options.   Ben looked back at his sons who were riding single file along the narrow trail behind him.  "Boys, we'll stop by Indian Rock up at the top of this ridge.  We can decide from then if we'll make better time following the hog back trail or going along the railroad spur.  You two doing all right?"

 

Adam turned to grin at Hoss, both thinking they ought to be asking their father how he was doing.  "We're doing fine, Pa," the elder brother responded.  "How about you?  You still ready to hang our little brother or has this ride mellowed you out some?"  He was grinning as he tweaked his father's sensibilities. 

 

Ben started at this impudence, then relaxed as he realized what Adam was doing.  "I'll let you know when we get there.  It wouldn't do to have either of you warn that boy what to expect.  Shoot, I'm feeling so mellow, Joe might eventually be able to sit a saddle for the ride back."  He smiled at his two oldest sons,  feeling better at the good time they were making.  "We may beat that train even.  We're making a lot better time than I anticipated."  As his anxieties lessened at the prospect of meeting his youngest boy at the train, Ben began to enjoy the ride across country with Adam and Hoss.  It was a beautiful day and Ben could see little that could go wrong between here and Indian Falls.  After all, he knew Joe would be safe on the train and there was little chance the train would arrive before the Cartwrights, so Ben was anticipating an easy and happy ending to this adventure, or misadventure, he mused.

 

Adam and Hoss silently followed their father's lead.  They too were worried about their little brother.  Adam frequently was irritated by the burden of being responsible for Little Joe, since being responsible for Little Joe was a full-time job.  Adam wondered fleetingly what his Pa would have said if he had been the one responsible for Joe when Joe managed to hitch a ride on a train.  Joe had managed on several occasions to get lost when he was watching him and his father had been for the most part, understanding.  Adam thought to himself, "I bet he will be even more understanding in the future when something like this happens again."  He didn't think if something like this happens again, knowing his little brother, he was certain that this would not be the last time Joe did something impulsive.  "I think Pa is going to have a whole lot more gray hair before our little brother is grown." Adam chuckled to himself.

 

Hoss was also lost in thought about his little brother.  Hoss had a deep affection for Little Joe that he couldn't well describe to anyone, but he felt it very strongly.  From the moment Hoss had first laid eyes on the baby brother, he had been completely under his spell.  Named Joseph Francis, Hoss had been the one to start calling him Little Joe in the first month of his life.  Now everybody called him that.  He had been a small baby and somehow Hoss knew when he first saw him that he would need him to be his big brother to keep him safe.  Hoss would not rest easy until Little Joe was home on the Ponderosa, safe and sound.  He laughed to himself when he thought of that, cause he figured, knowing his Pa and his desire for Joe to obey him, that his little brother might be in for some punishment that would involve some time across Pa's knees.  Little Joe at 7 had already had more spankings than Hoss had in his whole life.   When he had been punished, he would worry about it and be determined to never disappoint his Pa again.  Not so his little brother, it was like he hated the punishment and hated to disappoint his father---for all of 5 minutes, then he forgot about it completely and was ready for the next adventure.  Well this was one adventure that Hoss hoped would soon be over.

 

After riding another few miles, the trio approached the area of the hogback where Ben had originally planned to follow east.  However, they could see that the railroad tracks had been laid and crossed the area.  Ben stopped momentarily to consider the best route to take.  "What do you think, Adam?  Do you think we should follow the rail road tracks or go by the hogback?"  "Well Pa, don't you think that the rail road probably chose the straightest and most direct path?"

 

"Yeah, that's what I was thinking, too" Hoss said.  "It might save us a little time and I bet Little Joe is powerful worried right now, Pa." He said, a look of deep concern visible on his face.

 

"Let's try it then, boys, I think you two are right.  And once we get him home safe and sound, why he will then have a good reason to be worried about what I am going to do to him." Ben smiled at his two older sons.  Hoss looked worried for a few minutes, then realized that his Pa was just as worried about Little Joe as he was and was only half-serious about the punishment.  At least he hoped he was.

 

Hoss rode on ahead, eager to spot Indian Falls first.  As he reached to top of the hill, he pulled Chubb to a halt and shook his head as though to clear his vision.  "Pa," he called back.  "Something ain't right."

 

Ben and Adam caught up with Hoss and turned to where Hoss was pointing.  "I'd say something ain't right," Adam parroted Hoss' speech.  "There's the train, there's some passengers but there's no engine.  And who's that on the horses?"

 

"Wait a minute boys.  Let's keep to the shadows as we go down until we can figure out what's happening."  Slowly, he led the trio off the rocky hill.  The three stopped beneath a tall cottonwood growing by a small creek to check out the activity by the train.    When Adam spotted a Marshall's star on one of the men's vest, Ben urged his horse forward, followed by his two sons. 

 

"Ahoy," Ben called as they rode up.  Four guns were aimed at the Cartwrights.  Somewhat surprised, Ben rode slowly forward.

 

"Halt, sir," the man with the badge commanded.  "Who are you and what's your business here?"

 

Ben was becoming more nervous as he wondered what had happened.  "My name's Ben Cartwright.  These are my two son's Adam and Hoss.  My youngest son, Joseph, mistakenly got on this train in Virginia City where we're from." 

 

Ben's litany was interrupted by a woman's scream.  "Ben, Ben Cartwright." Ben turned to see a family friend, Evelyn Blake frantically pushing through a small group of people. Jumping down from his horse, Ben moved past the Marshall toward his friend. 

 

"Ben, thank God you are here.  Did you catch them yet?"  Ben looked with surprise and confusion at his old friend Evelyn Blake.  "Evelyn? What is going on?  Did I catch who?" He asked, looking puzzled.  "Oh, Ben, " she started, then realizing that Ben Cartwright didn't know what had happened and that she had to tell him of the current fate of his son, she took a deep breath, trying to think of a way to inform him of the day's tragic happenings.   They took Little Joe.  They took Little Joe." 

 

"Evelyn, calm down.  What are you saying?"  He held her arms, trying to comfort the woman.  Ben looked around, searching for all three of his sons and for the Marshall.

 

"Mr. Cartwright."  It was the Marshall speaking.  "I'm Marshall Dunlop."  The two men shook hands.  "It seems, sir, that there's been some trouble."  The Cartwrights kept quiet, waiting for the Marshall to continue.  A deputy had taken Mrs. Blake back to the other passengers, quietly comforting her with his deep voice and quiet demeanor.  "Apparently, there were some train robbers on board, posing as passengers.  They were met here by an accomplice and the train was robbed of its gold and the passengers of their money and jewelry."  Ben looked around, wondering where this was leading and wondering where the train engine was.  It was making no sense.

 

"It seems, that they had the idea of holding the children on board as hostages against being followed.  All the children were moved into the front car which was uncoupled from the rest of the train.  The engine and car have apparently gone on to Indian Falls.  We happened by maybe 15 minutes ago."  The Marshall shook his head.  "It was just chance we were here at all.  We were on our way to Virginia City to pick up James Rivers, but were running a bit late.  Otherwise, we'd have missed this completely." 

 

"My son," Ben interrupted.  "Joseph was with the other children?" 

 

"I'm afraid so, Mr. Cartwright." 

 

"My God," Ben intoned.  His shoulders drooped as the confidence he'd felt earlier evaporated.  He rubbed his eyes with his hands, already making plans for his next move.  Hoss and Adam stood by helplessly, not knowing how to ease their father's fears. 

 

"Mr. Cartwright," the Marshall interrupted his reverie.  "There's about 6 or 7 men, best we can estimate from talking with these people.  If I didn't know better, I'd swear, from the descriptions we've gotten, that James River was one of them, but he's in Roy Coffee's jail over in Virginia City."

 

"Maybe not," Adam interjected. 

 

"Pardon me?"

 

Rubbing his forehead with both hands, trying to get his thoughts together, Adam continued.  "Before we left...no, that's not right.  Pa and Sheriff Coffee were eating lunch at the train depot with our little brother, Joe.  Joe'd gone out to watch the trains, when there was a terrible explosion.  We didn't stick around to see what happened.  We found out Little Joe was on the train, then told Roy we were coming out this way. I'll bet anything they busted Rivers out of jail with that explosion." 

 

"Dear Lord."  The Marshall was obviously shaken with this bit of news.  "If Rivers really is involved, those children are in trouble.  If he doesn't get hung first, he's going on trial for brutally murdering his wife and two children. Shot his wife, then bashed in the skulls of his two kids with a length of stove wood.  Man's got ice water in his veins and iron for a heart."

 

Ben shivered with this news.  "Mr. Cartwright, there's too many of them for you three to take on.  I'm leaving two men here and taking another with me.  If you'd be willing, I'd appreciate the extra hands and you'd stand a better chance of getting your boy back."

 

Ben considered his options...in reality, he had very few.  "Let me speak with Mrs. Blake for a few moments and my sons and I will be ready to go."  With that, Ben sought out his friend to confirm Joe was all right when last she saw him and that he was in a reasonable state of mind.   Satisfied that his youngest son was as well as could be expected when last he was seen, and thankful that his friend had been there to offer some comfort to Little Joe, Ben was prepared to move on. 

 

He found the Marshall speaking quietly to his sons and the federal deputies. Two turned to go back with the passengers who were still milling around, confused as to what to do next.  "Marshall Dunlop, I'm ready to go whenever you are."

 

"Yes, sir.  We're ready.  I was telling your sons something of the gang we're after.  I'm sorry to be telling you this, but they are as sadistic a group of men as I've ever seen.  I truly fear for the safety of those children.  You are to consider them armed and dangerous.  I want your word that you'll not try to capture them without help."

 

Ben thought about what the Marshall said.  "Sir, I'll give you my word that as long as my son's safety isn't compromised,  I'll work within those limits.  But I'll say this.  If I find my boy's life is in danger, I'll do whatever it takes to protect him and to get him back.  If that's satisfactory, you've got three more hands.  If it's not, my sons and I will move on to Indian Falls."  He looked the Marshall in the eyes as he spoke.

 

Now, it was the Marshall's turn to consider what was said.  "Mr. Cartwright, I understand what you're saying.  While I don't agree with your tackling the River's gang by yourselves, it seems my best choice of preventing such a slaughter of your family is to agree to your plans."  Ben just looked at the lawman.  "And, Mr. Cartwright, I can assure you, we'll do everything to get your son and the other children back unharmed."   He paused, allowing all of them to think about his words.  "Ok, men, let's ride."

 

The Marshall, his deputy and the three Cartwrights mounted their horses and turned up the train tracks toward Indian Falls.  It was less than 1/2 hour and they were on the outskirts of the small town.  Ben was surprised with the activity in the far part of town.  A new train depot anchored a thriving business community, in stark contrast to the near part of town, now almost deserted.  A dilapidated and obviously abandoned depot was just down from an old livery stable, maybe still in use.  If it were, it was the only business operating in this end of town.   In fact, it almost seemed as though Indian Falls were two towns side by side...one alive and well;  the other dead and abandoned.  The five men walked their horses down from the plateau, still following the train tracks.   

 

"Pa," Adam saw the train engine first, hidden in the shadows of the train station. 

 

"What are that engine and car doing on that spur going by that old depot?

You don't suppose..."

 

"I see it, son.  Marshall Dunlop," Ben called out to the man at the lead of their party.

 

"Look along that railway spur.    Could that engine be from the Virginia City train?" 

 

The Marshall squinted in the fading light, hoping to see better. "It surely could be."  He kicked his horse into a faster gait and the five jogged over to the train.  Unseen by the lawman and his compatriots from their place on the plateau was a small crowd, gathered around a tall man who seemed to be giving directions.   As the five drew closer, they could see the tall man giving directions.  To the left of him, was a group of children, obviously being cared for by some of the good women of the town.  

 

Ben sighed, feeling some relief at seeing the children safe and cared for. He'd feel complete once he had his arms around his youngest son.    The Cartwrights rode toward the children, effectively ignoring the man who stood before the crowd issuing orders.  None of them saw the Marshall ride over and talk with the tall man, nor did they see the tall man's reaction to the Marshall's words.  Ben's sense of urgency in seeing that Little Joe was safe with them was intensified as he searched the crowd for his boy.

 

"Ben, Ben Cartwright!"  Ben paused his survey.  Surely that wasn't..

 

"Ben.  I need you over here right now."

 

As if choreographed, the three Cartwrights turned to face Sheriff Roy Coffee, the tall man who had been issuing directives to groups of men around the train. 

 

"My God, Roy, what are you doing over here?"

 

"Ben," Roy drew closer and placed his and on his old friend's shoulder.

 

"I've got to talk with you in private."

 

"Fine, Roy.  Let me get Adam and Hoss to get Joe."

 

Roy's touch stayed Ben's actions.  "Later, Ben.  Let's talk now."  Ben turned back to Sheriff Coffee, afraid to hear his next words.

 

"All the children are all right..."  Ben sighed with relief, wondering as Roy put both his hands on the rancher's shoulders.  "Except for Little Joe.  Now wait a minute."  The sheriff sensed the elder Cartwright's anxiety.  "We don't know about Little Joe.  It seems the gang took off with one hostage...Little Joe.  Come on, Ben."  Roy held up his hand to stem any questions Ben Cartwright might have just then.

 

"Let's go over to the sheriff's office and I'll tell you all I know.  Marshall, I'd like you there, too."

 

White-faced and quiet, Ben joined Sheriff Coffee and Marshall Dunlop in the sheriff's office on the other side of town.  Adam and Hoss stayed to see to the children and learn anything new, if possible.    "Ben," Roy began.  "It seems the original intent was to use all the children as hostages.  But, they found out Little Joe was your son and decided to use him as their ace in the hole, so to speak.  I think the intent is ransom as well as protection for them.  There is one little girl on the train who seems to be in pretty good shape emotionally and she's where we've gotten what little information we have."

 

"It's amazing to me," interjected the Marshall, "that they left any of these children alive as witnesses."  He didn't notice Ben's reaction.  The rancher's shoulders sagged in disbelief...this could not be happening to his family...to that little boy with the insatiable curiosity and zest for life, and propensity for mischief...to his son, with such limited experience,  who held such unwavering belief in the goodness of people.  What was his son feeling?  What was happening to him as they spoke?

 

"Do we know which direction they've taken?"  It was the Marshall speaking now.  Ben looked up, trying to draw himself back into the conversation, to make plans to rescue his son. 

 

"Well," Sheriff Coffee began in his slow, calm voice.  "It seems they ran into Sheriff Menken, the sheriff of Indian Falls."

 

"I know him," Ben's voice had some animation in it as he considered his good fortune in having two sheriff's on his side. He was unsure the Marshall would be as aggressive in finding Joseph as the other two would be.  "He's been to our house several times.  In fact, at one point, we were pretty close friends."

 

 "Unfortunately," Roy continued on, unsmiling,  "he was knifed in the back, probably by James Rivers.  It seems Sheriff Menken came across Rivers, dragging a small boy behind him toward the livery stable.  The boy was scared, but Rivers claimed it was because the boy, he claimed he was his son, was in for a whipping for something or other.  I'm sure, from the description, that the boy was Little Joe."

 

"Let me talk with Frank.  I can find out for sure."  It was Ben speaking now.

 

"I'm afraid that's not possible, Ben.   Sheriff Menken is in surgery right now. It's not known whether he'll live or not.  The odds aren't too good.   I followed some tracks here to Indian Falls from Virginia City.   The tracks split from others that probably were headed over to the train.  When I got here, some folks had just found Sheriff Menken in the alley over by the livery.  He'd come to enough to talk a bit.  Before he passed out, in fact the last words he spoke, were that they were headed toward the old line shack at Cooper's Rock.  When he passed out, we rushed him to the doc who's trying to get the bleeding stopped and get him sewn up."

 

Ben hung his head trying to get his thoughts together.  At least they knew Joe had been alive not too long ago.  And, they knew where he was headed.   That at least, was a start. 

 

A knock on the door startled the three men.  Adam Cartwright, followed by Hoss, entered the office. 

 

"Pa," it was Adam speaking.  "Guess you know by now that those men have Little Joe." 

Ben acknowledged that with a nod.  "We didn't learn anything new.  The kids are all right, though.  Someone's gone to the train with a buckboard to bring back the others and to let them know the children are fine." 

 

"Pa," Hoss spoke quietly.  "There are two Chinese girls on that train.  Seems Joe helped them know what the robbers wanted by translating for them from the English.  They think they'd be dead now if Joe hadn't risked talking to them in Chinese. 

 

Pa,"  Hoss was whispering.  "They said the last thing Joe said was in Chinese sort of.  He wanted,"  Hoss choked.  "He wanted you to know he was sorry for getting on the train."  The boy's shoulder's shook as he tried to regain his composure. 

 

Ben was shaken to the core.  Lord,  he couldn't believe Joe's last words were an apology to him.  If those men harmed his son in any way, they were as good as dead.  It was a promise to himself that Ben fully intended to keep.

 

Chapter 10

 

The men went about the cabin, bringing in supplies and setting up guard duty.  No one bothered to clean up, they just sat down among the dirt, as if it didn't bother them at all.  James told one of the men to light the stove and cook some grub.  The other men watched him as he lit the fire and opened cans of beans and sliced and fried some salted bacon.  The odors of the cooking did at least help to mask the odor of the cabin.  Two of the men played cards, alternately laughing and talking with each other and swearing at each other.  All of the men were drinking--except James.  James sat alone and seemed to be lost in his own thoughts.  Joe watched him, terrified of the man's face.  He had never in his life seen anyone who looked so mean and angry all the time.  Even when his Papa was angry with him, he didn't look anywhere near like that, Joe thought.  Thinking of his father made him feel even more alone and afraid. 

 

For close to an hour, Joe sat there on the dirty bed and no one paid any attention to him.  It was hard to sit still but he was too scared to move, he didn't want to draw any attention to himself.  But he was becoming increasingly uncomfortable, he was thirsty, hungry, and needed to pee.  He had not had anything to drink or eat except a piece of candy since lunch and in his excitement to see the train, he hadn't really eaten or drunk very much.  He had stuffed a lot of the food from his plate into a napkin and left it by the side of the plate, a trick he often employed when his Pa tried to make him eat something when he was in a hurry to go do something.   He tried to force himself to ignore the physical discomforts by thinking about something else.  The strategy worked for a while, he thought about fishing, his last birthday party, and the horse he wanted to get one day.  The problem with this strategy was that everything he thought of, eventually led right back to the Ponderosa and to his family, leaving him right back where he started from---alone, scared, and thirsty and hungry.

 

"The beans is done" the man at the stove called out.  The other men came over and fixed themselves a plate of beans and went back to their places.  The cook filled a plate for himself and for James and brought it over where James was sitting.  "Do  you want me to feed the kid?" he asked James.  "Not yet"  James answered, seeming to remember Joe for the first time. He looked at Joe with a wicked smile and said, "You hungry, kid?"  At first Joe didn't answer, he was too afraid.  "I said are you hungry, kid?" James said loudly, getting up as to go to where Joe was sitting.  Joe wanted to avoid having James come over if he could, so he said in as normal a voice as he could "Yes, sir."   James stopped and sat back down in his chair, laughing, and said, "Too bad, kid, cause there ain't enough for you."  With that, James and all the men laughed.  Joe remained where he sat, willing himself not to cry, and beginning to hate this man.

 

After the men had eaten, the man who had cooked said, "James can the kid go git me some more wood fer the fire?"  James looked up from his own dark thoughts and said, "Yeah, just watch him and if he makes a wrong move, jest shoot him in the leg."    "Ya hear that, kid?" James asked Joe, with a sneer on his face. He seemed to positively enjoy tormenting Joe.  "Being shot in the leg don't kill you right away, but it shore does hurt and if you don't get no doctoring, it gits all infected and may just rot off."  All the gang roared with laughter as they watched the small boy's face as James spoke. 

 

The cook walked over to the bed and grabbed hold of Joe's arm and jerked him up before he had a chance to straighten up and stand.  He was unsteady on his feet since it had been so long since he had been able to move.  He stumbled slightly but didn't fall.  The man apparently didn't think he was moving fast enough, so he roughly shoved him forward, this time; making Joe lose his balance and fall.  Before Joe had realized what had happened, the man jerked him up again and dragged him by the arm out the door.   Once outside, the man turned him lose and pointed towards a wood pile out back and said, "Now go git some of that wood and bring it over here and pile it by the door."  Joe started to walk toward the wood pile, glancing in all directions, trying to see if there was a route for escape.  He reached the wood pile and began to gather a load of wood.  He gathered a load and started making his way back to the cabin, still without seeing any obvious route to escape.  When he reached the door, the man said, "Is that the most you kin bring at one time?  It is going to take you seven or eight trips at that rate, but it's up to you.  I got all night."  He remained sitting on a sawed off log next to the cabin, leaning against the side of the cabin.  Joe dropped the wood and started back for more.  After making several trips, he had an idea.  When he got back to the cabin and dropped his load of wood, he stopped and looked at the man.  The man said, "What you wastin' time for?  Git movin, I said I wanted enough for the week."  "Mister, I gotta pee" Joe said, not looking directly into the man's face, but looking down at his boots.  "Can I go right back there behind that wood pile?"  The man looked at Joe and too tired to really care, said, "Yeah, just make it quick, I want two more loads of wood afore you quit."

 

Joe turned around and headed slowly to the woodpile, taking his time and glancing back ever so often to see if the man was watching him.  When he got to the woodpile, he headed behind the woodpile, quickly glancing to see if the man was watching.  The man didn't appear to be.  Joe quickly peed, because he really did have to go.  But when he finished, he stole another glance at the man who didn't seem to have moved, then he headed off in the one direction available to him from the woodpile---up the hill.  Unfortunately for Joe, it was a full moon and the hill behind the woodpile was clearly visible to James, who had been standing at the window of the cabin watching the entire time Joe was hauling the wood.  He yelled, "Grissom!  Git up there and haul that boy down here before I decide to do to you what I am goin' to do to him." 

 

Joe heard James when he yelled and he began to climb faster; however, the hill was steep and he was having a hard time finding hand grips and footholds.  In his attempt to go faster, he missed his footing and lost his grip and fell the few feet he had managed to climb.  When he fell he hit his head on a rock and the last thing he thought was that he would never see his father and brothers again. 

 

He began to wake up and before he opened his eyes he remembered that he had fallen, but he didn't remember the circumstances.  He opened his eyes expecting to see his father and brothers, like the time when he fell off the roof.  Instead he opened them to look into the mean, hate-filled eyes of James Rivers. 

 

"Well, looky here, boys, he ain't dead after all.  I thought I was  going to be deprived of getting to kill him, but it looks like I will after all.  Sit up boy!" He yelled right in Joe's face.

 

Joe struggled to get himself into a sitting position on the dirty bed.  His head was pounding and his arm was hurting, but he managed to get upright.  James Rivers raised his hand, and slapped Joe across the face, knocking him back down again.  "I said sit up, boy!" Rivers yelled at him again.  Once again Joe struggled to sit up, and again Rivers struck him down, this time Joe's face felt like it was shattered, the blow was so hard.  Again, Rivers shouted, "I said sit up, boy."  This time, Joe tried but could not get back up, his head was pounding and he felt like he was going to pass out.  Rivers yanked him up and struck him again, harder than before, pushing Joe against the wall of the cabin.  Joe lay there where he fell, barely conscious.  Rivers watched him for a few minutes, then shrugged his shoulders, and walked over to the other bed.

 

"Grissom, you and Charlie set up a watch just in case somebody comes by.  Just be careful you don't shoot Luke when he gets here with the supplies. He should be here before too long.  And if that kid gives you any trouble, wake me up and I'll handle it."  With that, he lay down on the dirty bed and within a few minutes, he was sleeping soundly.  He needn't have worried about Little Joe giving him any trouble. Joseph was suffering the effects of the fall and the beating, thirst, hunger, and fear.  He lay exactly as he fell the last time James hit him for close to an hour, unable to bring himself to move because of the pain and dizziness that occurred with even the slightest movement.  Finally, pain in his arm that he was lying on forced him to move off of it.  He turned slowly and gingerly and tried to find a more comfortable position.  When he finally positioned himself in the position that at least caused him the least amount of pain, he glanced around the room.  One man was sitting in the middle of the cabin, his gun lying in plain sight on top of the table.  Joe could see the outline of another man in the door.  The man in the room noticed Joe moving and stared at him with cold eyes, unspeaking, waiting to see if Joe would try to get off the bed.  Joe stayed where he was, and exhaustion finally overtook him and he slept.  He had been asleep for only a short time, he thought, when he was awakened by voices talking.  It was the one they called Luke coming in and unloading supplies.

 

The activity of Luke and the other man bringing in the supplies woke James from his sleep.  He got up and walked over to talk to his brother.   "Did you have any problems?" he asked him.   "Not a one" Luke replied, looking around the cabin.  Hey I am ready fer some shuteye.  Is that the only bed, the one that kid is on?" he asked, pointing towards the filthy platform that Joe was on.  "Yep, but we kin move that kid.  He don't rate no bed no how." James responded. 

 

"What do you want me to do with him?" Luke asked James.  "Should I tie him up to be safe?" 

 

"Nah, that ain't needed." James said, but then reconsidered, "Well,  I tell ye what, we'll put 'im in that closet by the stove.  He'll be out of the way there.  I'll git him up fer ya, while you finish bringin' in the supplies."

"Hey, kid, wake up" James said to Joe, shaking him roughly on his shoulders.  When Joe didn't move fast enough, James hit him hard across the back, turning Joe over onto his stomach.  Joe groaned, but slowly opened his eyes. "Git up kid, you got to move off'n that bed." James said.

 

The first thing he was aware of when he was so abruptly awakened was his thirst--his mouth was dry and his lips felt parched.  As he continued to wake up, he was also aware of the pain in his head, his arm, his face, and  his side.  In general, he just ached all over.  He slowly opened his eyes and tried to get oriented.  Full realization of his situation came to him as he looked around and saw 6 men in the cabin and one standing at the doorway.

 

"So you decided to just stay with us, I see?" James goaded Joe.  Joe, by this time, had realized that he was expected to answer every question James asked, so he silently nodded his head, hoping that would satisfy him.  "Well that was mighty smart of you boy" James said, loudly, making Joe's head ring with the sound.  "You ain't hungry are ya?" James asked him.

 

Truthfully, Joe answered, "No." 

 

James laughed loudly at this too.  He goaded Joe again, "I bet you are thirsty though ain't you?  Ain't ya?" He asked again before Joe had time to respond.

 

Joe said, "Yeah." 

 

"Yeah? Didn't your Ma teach you no manners, boy?  How you sposed to talk to a grownup, boy?"  James asked him, walking closer to Joe. 

 

"Yes, sir," Joe answered dejectedly.

 

"That's better boy," James said, laughing. 

 

"Let's see if'n I kin find you somethin' to drink, boy." He walked over to his saddle bags and pulled out a bottle of whisky, holding it up to show the other men.  They all laughed and shook their heads.  He walked back over to Little Joe and said, "Here, boy take ya a big swig of this, that'll take the edge off that thirst.  Joe's eyes opened wide, but he knew that if he resisted, James would hit him again and he really didn't think he could take anymore, so he took the bottle and took a small swallow.  James and all the other men laughed at the face he made and the choking sound he made as he swallowed.  "Here, you don't know how to drink good whiskey, boy".   As he said this, he grabbed Joe around the head with one arm and with the other he held the bottle to his mouth, tilted his head back,  and forced him to drink several swallows of the whisky, laughing at the boy's struggles.  James showed no plan to stop until the bottle was empty, but Luke reminded him, "James, we don't have but a little of that left and we got a long way to go before we kin git more."  James abruptly turned the boy's head loose, letting him fall back against the wall.

 

Joe raised his head up slightly  but the movement caused him to become very dizzy and to feel sick at his stomach.  He lay  there for several minutes, hoping the feeling in his stomach would go away, but the churning and rolling from the whisky didn't get better;  it got worse finally forcing him vomit.  He vomited on the floor at the end of the bed.  After the retching stopped  he lay there on his side wishing he could just disappear. That wish was not to be met.  

 

James seemed to be confused about his captive.  He stood there watching Joe for a few minutes, but then, appeared to remember that his original purpose was to move the boy off the bed.  Without even giving Joe the chance to get up, he roughly grabbed him by the arm, and yanked him off the bed, dragging him to the closet he'd told Luke about.  In reality, the closet was a small cubby hole with a door to the outside so that someone could get wood from outside the shack without having to drag the wood all around from the back of the house.  James checked the outside entrance to the wood closet, satisfied to find it latched from the outside in three different places.   Grabbing Joe by the shoulders, James pushed him into the closet, closing the door and barricading it with a chair on which he, himself, sat. 

 

Too exhausted and afraid to cry out loud, Joe cried silently, tears streaming down his face as he wished he were home with his pa, his brothers and Hop Tseng to take care of him.    He knew that it was all his fault. If he had stayed on the station platform, his pa, Hoss and Adam would be with him at home.   He drifted off again into a collage of dreams in which his family turned into outlaws and his toys turned into guns;  where smiling faces turned into evil monsters.  He slept fitfully and moaned frequently in his restless sleep, but fortunately he did not make sufficient noise to concern any of the outlaws.

 

Periodically throughout the night, Joe would wake up, terrified of the total darkness in which he found himself.  At home, his father  always left the lantern burning in his room.    His thoughts of his family  receded as he withdrew from his environment.  It didn't hurt quite so badly if he didn't think of anything about his other life.

 

Chapter 11

 

The three Cartwrights, huddled with Sheriff Coffee and Marshall Dunlop, made plans to track the Rivers' gang.  "Look," Marshall Dunlop began the session.  "We know, at least that they were planning to hole up in some line shack north of Cooper's Rock.  There's not a lot of ranching going on up there, so there shouldn't be too many of them to check.  Any of you know that region at all?"

 

"Adam and I hunted up there a couple of years ago, wasn't it?"  Adam nodded in agreement.  "I don't remember any line shacks though.  How

about you Adam?"

 

"Nope, not one.  But, Hoss, we were hunting west side of the ridge.  And we were pretty thorough scouting for lion up in the area.  They've got to be somewhere on the east side then." 

 

The others nodded in agreement with his thinking.  "I remember there's a pretty good trail up to the base of that outcrop of rock, isn't there, Hoss?" 

 

"Almost a road," Hoss amended his brother's statement.  "I may be confused that this is the same place.  Adam,  once we got to the bottom of Cooper's Rock, I seem to remember almost flipping a coin trying to figure which way to go looking for that puma.  There were just a couple of game trails leading away from there.  Ain't that the same place?"

 

"Mmmm.  You're right.  There's something else I can't quite remember. 

 

Yeah,"  Adam was really getting excited.  "I followed that east trail for a ways and it looked like someone had been blazing trees with an axe. Remember?  That's why we headed west.  Figured we'd be more likely to find a puma in less civilized territory."

 

"Yeah,"  Hoss was almost as excited as Adam.  "Remember that smoke we saw on the east side.  Shucks, we thought about goin' and asking 'em for some breakfast."

 

"You thought about it," Adam almost laughed.   But, I'll bet that's where that line shack is.  Maybe two miles out that trail I'd say was where we saw the smoke."  The men were talking faster and more optimistically with this bit of news.

 

"Wait a minute, folks," Roy Coffee interjected.  "My guess is, we're not going to be able to just ride up the trail and ask them to give themselves up.  Oh, and by the way, would you give us back that little boy you have in there, too."  His words brought them back to reality.  "We've got to plan this better."

 

The men discussed various options and opinions about their best strategy.  In the end, the plan was quite simple.  They figured they would have the element of surprise on their side. They also had the advantage of numbers, and,  if they were right about the location of the line shack, geography would also be in their favor.  The only problem was the one area in which the outlaws had the advantage.   The Rivers' gang  had one small hostage who  meant nothing to them but who meant everything to the Cartwrights. Once they had agreed on the rudiments of the rescue plan, the men began their ride to the line shack, with the Marshall in the lead. They had traveled as fast as the lawman thought was prudent; however, the three riders immediately behind the law enforcement officer, felt that they were barely moving.  Their single-minded concern was to get there and retrieve one small boy.  The Cartwrights refused to admit, even to themselves,  that there was a possibility that they were already too late.  Occupying their minds with the rescue strategy or with pleasant memories involving Little Joe, the men rode on in silence.

 

Roy Coffee rode directly behind the Cartwrights.  He, too,  wanted to get to the line shack as quickly as possible and  certainly hoped  they wouldn't be too late to save Little Joe. However, after hearing what the Marshall had told him about not only Rivers, but the other members of this gang---he considered the possibility that Little Joe Cartwright may already be dead.  This thought gave him cold chills. Besides having known and loved Little Joe for two years, he also knew that the boy's father and brothers doted on him.  It was a loss from which none of them would recover easily.

 

The rescue party reached the line shack just before dawn.  When they drew close to the line shack, but still out of sight from the cabin, the Marshall signaled everyone to stop.  The men quickly dismounted and tied the horses carefully out of the way near a stand of trees where they would be hidden from sight. From their vantage point above the clearing where the shack stood, the five rescuers surveyed the situation.  In whispers, they contemplated their next move. 

 

"Here's how I see it," Adam volunteered.  "One of us has to get down to that cabin and  find out where they're keeping Joe.  I might as well be that person.  I'm probably the quickest and quietest of us."  His lips turned up in a sardonic grin.

 

"What are you thinking of, son?"

 

"Oh, Pa, maybe this isn't the time.  Just stuck me as kind of funny.  Right now, the person we could most use to sneak in and out without getting caught is Little Joe.  When he's trying to keep one of us from catching him, he's as quiet as a shadow."

 

The Virginia City contingency smiled silently, recognizing the irony of the situation.  The Marshall interrupted their thoughts.  "Ok, Adam.  You're elected.  There're two problems we've got to figure out, though after you've found your brother.  First, how are you gonna let him know you're around so he won't give you away.  And second, what are we gonna do to occupy their minds while you DO rescue him."  The sheriff didn't speak of his own fears and what he perceived to the third question.  What's going to happen if the boy was already dead?  Those were thoughts best left in his own mind.  

 

"How about this?  Remember when we were all practicing those animal calls?"

 

"Yeah, Hoss."  Adam was catching his brother's drift.

 

"I remember Pa telling us that sometimes the Indians would cue each other of their presence by using the whip-or-will call."

 

"Right.  And Joe was fascinated by that, remember?"

 

"Sure I remember, why do you think I brought it up.  Why don't you whistle that sound for him.   He never did learn that call himself, but maybe he'd realize it was us."  Hoss was really excited now. 

 

The two brothers looked to the older men.  "Sounds good to me," Marshall Dunlop replied.  "That at least answers one of our questions."

 

"Okay," it was Ben this time.  "When Adam finds Little Joe and he's ready to get him, he can wave his hat one time.  One of us will be down by the corral where those horses are, ready to turn them loose.  When he sees the signal, he can turn the horses loose.  It'll create a diversion and make some noise so Adam can get Joe  out."

 

Sheriff Coffee added his thoughts.  "Sounds good, Ben.  The rest of us can come in after we've seen Little Joe and Adam are safe to clean up.  In fact, we probably ought to cover Adam all along."

 

"Hoss, you're down by the corral.  But don't move a muscle until you see Adam wave his hat.   "Ben, you can see Adam and Hoss from here if you move over just a bit.  Right there. Roy and I'll move down closer to the cabin to cover Adam."  Their plan in mind, the men moved into position.

 

As the sun came up over the eastern slope, the Cartwrights and lawmen were in position to put their plan into action.  Adam had snaked his way, undetected, until he was crouching at the back of the shack.  Stealthily, he crept to a side window, peering in very carefully.  A quick glance into the shack was disconcerting.  Joe was nowhere to be seen.  Adam drew several long breaths, trying to slow his racing heart.  He carefully positioned himself below the window, knowing he'd have to make a more accurate assessment of the cabin's interior.  Still hidden in the shadows, he peaked in once more.  All he saw was 6 men, one of them asleep on a platform by the wall, one of them standing by the door, three of them dozing at a kitchen table and a big man, with a jagged scar on his chin, nodding as he sat by the stove.  Joe was not to be found.

 

Adam slinked to the back of the shack where there were not windows from which he might be spotted.  My God, he had to do something.  Where was his little brother?  What was he going to tell his father and brother?  Although still cool in the early morning dawn, Adam was sweating profusely.  He wiped his palms on the seat of his jeans.  He had to think of something.

 

In the early morning quiet, as Adam hunkered against the wall trying keep from thinking the obvious, he  thought he heard someone sobbing quietly;  in fact, he was sure of it.  Before he could figure where it was coming from, though, the sobbing grew softer, then stopped.  Adam sat, moving no muscles, his ears willing the sound again.  Perhaps 10 minutes later, Adam thought he heard whimpering, faint and muffled.  It had to be Little Joe, but where was he.  Moving along the back of the house, Adam risked it.  Positioning his hand, he cooed the sound of the whip-or-will, waiting a few seconds before repeating it.  The crying stopped immediately.   It was Joe.

 

Adam crept along the back of the shack, looking for any break in the wall that might indicate a room or closet.  It took only moments for him to locate the bolts slid across the outside entrance to the wood closet.  His whip-or-will call was met this time with a very, very light tapping beside the bolts. 

 

Releasing his breath that he'd not realized he'd been holding, Adam slowly took off his hat.  Looking in the direction of the corral, he waved it in the air, replacing it back on his head.  In less than a minute, the 10 horses in the corral were loose, the outlaws were yelling to each other trying to stop the exodus and Adam, who had slid open the bolts of the wood closet, was running toward his father,  with his little brother clutched in his arms.

 

When a bullet zinged by him, Adam dove into a shallow draw with his charge.  Hoss joined him almost immediately.  For the first time, Adam got a good look at his little brother.  "Dear Lord," he intoned. "What have they done to him?"

 

As if reading his mind, Hoss murmured, "They're animals, Adam.  Worse than animals." 

 

"Do you have a gun, Hoss?"  When his brother nodded, Adam went on.  "Use it if you have to.  But stay here with Little Joe."

 

"Where are you going, Adam?"  Hoss was afraid he already knew the answer.

 

"I'm going to kill the bastard who did this to our brother, Hoss.   He'd best have already said his prayers." 

 

"Adam," Hoss whispered;   but it was too late. Adam had slipped out of the draw and was moving, undetected,  back toward the gunfire at the cabin.   As suddenly as it had begun, the shooting was over.  Three of the outlaws, including Luke, were dead.   Two were in handcuffs with the federal Marshall.  Adam stood up, taking in the scene before him.

 

"Adam!  Look left!"  Hoss yelled his warning to his older brother.  Turning, seeing James pull a bead on him with a pistol, shooting and diving forward, Adam didn't see the big man fall, a hole through his forehead.  Getting his breathing under control, Adam turned over to find Sheriff Coffee standing above him, offering him a hand up to a standing position.  Adam's breathing was ragged as he tried to get more air into his lungs.  He leaned over, bracing his hands on his knees as he stood there.  "Joe?"  He looked around, a little disoriented.

 

"He's okay, son.  Your pa and brother are with him."  Adam looked at Sheriff Coffee, then toward the draw.  "Go check on them.  We can take care of this." 

 

Hesitating only a second, Adam ran toward his father who was holding Little Joe, both of them with tears running down their cheeks.  Sobbing, the four Cartwrights held each other in a strong embrace.  Finally, Ben allowed himself to sit Little Joe on the ground, trying to get a good look at his boy.  None of them could believe the evidence of abuse they saw.  Joe was filthy, his face bruised where James had slapped him so many times.  Another  large bruise was already forming on his arm.  Joe seemed to have lost a tremendous amount of weight in a short time and even his eyes seemed sunken in.  His lips were parched as though he'd not had anything to drink in a long time, while his clothes smelled of whisky.   But it was his face, showing almost no affect that caused Ben the most pain.  Why, oh why, had he allowed his youngest son to go outside that damned train depot without him? 

 

Wearily, the Cartwrights gathered their charge, placing him gently on his father's horse.  Carefully, Ben swung his leg over the saddle, sitting toward the back of the saddle seat.  Both arms encircling his youngest son, the Cartwright patriarch moved silently back off the plateau. Ben became increasingly worried about his son as they made their way back to Indian Falls.  Joseph seemed to be almost in a trance.  He looked at them but other than that one word, he didn’t speak.  Ben coaxed him to drink some water but didn’t press him to eat or talk.  He noted that Joe became almost frantic if any of the other men came around him, so Adam and Hoss rode on either side of his horse to keep other people at a distance.  When they finally made it back to Indian Falls, the Marshall took the lead and told them to follow him to the Sheriff’s office.  There they were met by a deputy who was acting sheriff for the injured sheriff.  After the Marshall and Roy Coffee filled him in on the details, he informed Ben that the owner of the rail road wanted to speak with him urgently and that he had sent someone to get him.  Ben almost didn’t wait, he  was in such a hurry to get Joseph home, but he knew he couldn’t make the entire trip by horse.  As he was planning to have Hoss or Adam go rent or buy a wagon, the owner came rushing in. 

“Mr. Cartwright, my name is Richard Gray and I own the rail line.  It would be my pleasure to provide transportation for you and your family to return to Virginia City in appreciation for your assistance and as some measure of comfort for your son’s ordeal.”

 

“Mr. Gray, I appreciate that offer, but I am not sure a train ride would be the best idea for Joe right now.” Ben replied.

 

“Oh, but Mr. Cartwright, what I had in mind was my private rail car, which is quite comfortable---I travel quite a bit and I like to have the comforts of home.  I am sure it would not be at all like your son’s last train ride.”  As he spoke, he pointed to a rail car, sitting on a side track by itself. 

 

Ben considered the offer and decided to take him up on it---it would be the fastest, most comfortable means to get them all home.  “Alright, Mr. Gray, I will take you up on that.  I am most anxious to get my son home and away from the crowd.” 

 

“Well the train is here just for you---as soon as you are ready, just get on board and they will take you home, Mr. Cartwright.  I am glad to be able to do this one small thing for you.” 

 

Ben looked at Joseph, clutching tightly to him, his eyes shut tight, a look of sheer panic and exhaustion on his face.  “Adam, why don’t you and Hoss go ahead and take Joe to the train and make him comfortable and I will join you as soon as I finish things up here?”

 

“Good idea, Pa.  Come on Joe, let’s go home.” Adam said, taking Joe out of his father’s arms.  Joe resisted initially but as Adam talked to him, he recognized that as a safe voice and went with him.  Adam took one hand and Hoss took the other and together they led their little brother out of the Sheriff’s office.  As they were headed down to the car, Mrs. Blake came up to meet them, and enthusiastically reached for Little Joe to hug him. She was surprised by the look of panic on his face, as if he thought she was going to hurt him.  Swiftly she realized that it was the result of his treatment at the hands of the outlaws, as she noticed the bruises on the little boy’s face and arms and how exhausted he was.  She backed off immediately and said to Adam, “You boys go ahead and I will walk with you and if anyone comes to try to talk to you, I will handle it for you.”  As they made their way to the train, they were glad that she did this, because of the number of people who tried to stop them to get a look at the little boy who had been held hostage by the River’s gang.  Mrs. Blake firmly, but politely, held everyone at a distance, allowing them to keep Joe out of scrutiny.

 

Chapter 12

 

Hoss and Adam approached the private railroad car, flanked by Mrs. Blake who had insisted on seeing them safely aboard before she caught her train to continue toward her family in Denver.  Adam had started to the train station with Joe walking while he and Hoss each held one of his hands;  but Joe had seemed  almost oblivious to their direction.  Ben was at Sheriff Menken's office with Roy Coffee and the Marshall, saying goodbye to his old friend who would recover from the knifing and finishing up some paperwork with the federal Marshall and the circuit judge.  Their father had insisted the boys go ahead and get Joe out of the limelight and into the sanctity of their own private car. 

 

Adam had finally given up trying to walk with his little brother and had picked him up,  carrying him just as he had when the Little Joe had been a baby.   The boy responded by tightly wrapping his arms around the security of his brother's neck, burying his face in Adam's chest.  For Joe, getting as physically close to his family as he could, while keeping as uninvolved in the rest of the world as possible, was his drive and goal. 

 

When they reached the car, an attendant reached down to lift Joe into the train and ease Adam's burden.  Joe panicked when the stranger's hands gently tried to pull him from his brother's arms.  Hoss, realizing Little Joe was in agony, quickly moved to intervene,  quietly moving the attendant aside so he could lift his little brother into his own arms as he stepped onto the train.  Adam smiled a silent thank you as he, too, moved into the rail car.  Moving along the car, Adam pulled down the shades on several of the windows before taking his seat in the middle of the car.  Hoss settled in beside him, Little Joe hiding in his middle brother's big grasp.  Once seated together, Little Joe glanced around anxiously, looking for his oldest brother and his father.  Seeing Adam, Joe reached out his arms, while Adam instinctively pulled him onto his lap.    Adam sighed, recognizing how often Little Joe had done that as a baby, yet realizing how very different the motivation was now.   A gesture done in the familiarity and love of family, was done now in desperation and insecurity.  Adam understood this odyssey was far from over.   The boy snuggled into a small knot on Adam' lap, his thumb firmly entrenched in his mouth, as Adam slowly rocked back and forth on the seat.  The boy drifted asleep, tears sneaking out from closed eyelids and falling silently onto his older brother's chest. 

 

It was almost a half hour later before Ben could separate himself from his official duties.  Thanking the Marshall and his friend, Sheriff Coffee, Ben finally found himself walking purposefully toward the train car that would take them home.  With Joe's testimony and their eye witness accounts, the remaining Rivers' gang would stay behind bars for many, many years.  Thankful he'd helped to bring the criminals to justice, Ben mused on the price he had paid...no, rather he reflected on the price his youngest son had paid---for both of their poor judgements.  It would be a long time before he would be able to let Joseph out of his immediate vicinity without someone in his family being  present. 

 

Hurrying to the train, his thoughts a jumble of conflicting emotions, Ben was glad to escape the well-wishers of this small town.  As the attendant helped him aboard, the Cartwright patriarch turned and said intensely, "Please, get us home as soon as possible." 

 

"Yes, sir."  The train started up immediately as Ben made his way back into the shelter of the private car.  As the train started up, the sleeping boy was jostled awake.  The three of them noticed the look of fear come across Joe's face as he woke up, unsure where he was.  Seeing Ben moving up the aisle,  Joe looked up hopefully, his tear streaked face making him look even younger than his 7 years.  His heart breaking, Ben reached over to lift his boy into his arms, hugging him tightly to his chest.  Joe's response, to cling even more tightly to his father's neck, was acknowledgement to the father that his family's love would be essential to his son's recovery.

 

The railroad company spared no expense in accommodating the Cartwrights on their journey home.   The attendant was efficient in offering food, drink, blankets and pillows to the travelers.  Hoss and Adam moved about the car at first,  exploring the luxurious furnishings, then seated themselves at the back of the train to eat the first good meal they'd had since their meal at the International House, a meal that seemed like it was a year ago.  They talked quietly,  revisiting that tense scene up by the line shack.  Hoss remarked that under ordinary circumstances, Little Joe would have loved to be riding in this car with its fancy furniture and all kinds of gadgets and instruments for him to explore and get into mischief with.  Adam agreed and pointed out that Joe would be asking more questions than they could possibly answer.  They both grimaced as they wondered how long it would be before that same little brother would be back.  Adam told Hoss how empty he had felt when he didn't see Little Joe in that cabin. Then how relieved he was to find him, and how angry he became when he got a good look at his little brother.  He couldn't remember a time in his life that he had been angrier.  "Hoss if I could have I would have killed that man with my bare hands."  Hoss looked at his brother and slowly nodded his head and said, "Me too, Adam.  Me too."

 

"Well, it looks like neither Pa nor Joe are planning to eat on this trip."  Hoss was amazed.  "Think I'll take something over for them.  Maybe Joe'll eat a bit off Pa's plate.  I doubt he's eaten much of anything since that first day."  Hoss and Adam looked over at the familiar sight in the middle of the train...Ben seated in a chair and Little Joe curled up on his lap.  At any other time,  the boys would have been comforted at seeing such contentment.  They knew that this time, contentment was not the emotion being evoked.  Fear, distrust, agony, emotional pain---how easy it would be to misinterpret what was happening.

 

"Pa, I brought you some roast beef, potatoes and green beans.  I thought maybe you and Little Joe might be hungry."  Ben looked up and smiled into his middle son's eyes. 

 

"Thank you, son.  Why don't you set the plate on that other seat.  We'll get to it in just a bit."  His arms never moved from around his youngest son. Adam and Hoss exchanged glances.  "Look," it was Adam speaking now, as he moved in front of his father's seat.  "Let me hold Little Joe for a while.  It'll give you a chance to move around and get something to eat."

 

Ben smiled up at his eldest son, then shook his head.  He knew both boys were concerned about their little brother and about him.  "Not yet, Adam.  I'm  not ready to let go of him just now."    Ben turned back to his sleeping charge, wrapping his arms even more protectively around the boy.    "My God," he thought.  "Will I ever be able to let this boy go?"  Not, he concluded, for a long, long time.

 

Several times, over the six hours the train's passage took, Little Joe woke up.   Each time,  the boy seemed to panic, looking around frantically as he tried to figure where he was and who he was with.  Ben could feel his son's heart racing, could hear his breathing come in ragged sobs until he realized his family was with him.  It was only then that Little Joe would sigh contentedly, drifting to sleep again in his father's arms.

 

As the train neared Virginia City, Adam and Hoss gathered around their father and little brother.  With Little Joe still asleep, they talked quietly as they made plans for getting back to the Ponderosa.  "Adam, I want you to get Dr. Martin and ask him to come out to the Ponderosa when he finishes with his office hours.   I know it would be easier for him if he looked at Joseph in his office, but I want this boy home as soon as possible and I don't want him having to deal with any of our neighbors who might be at Dr. Martin's right now.  Hoss, your job will be to get us a buggy to take Joe home.  Tell Mac I'll have one of the hands return it tomorrow.  Joe and I will wait right here for you to bring the buggy over from the livery.  Meet us back here, Adam, as soon as you can."

 

"Yes, sir," the two answered.  They were both eager to get their brother back on the ranch.  They knew the healing balm of the Ponderosa would do its work on their little brother.

 

When Adam hurried into Dr. Martin's office, the waiting room was full of people and there was lively conversation and laughter, which stopped immediately when Adam walked in.  Everyone turned to him expectantly and watched to see if Ben Cartwright would also enter with Joe.  The Sheriff had wired the deputies to tell them that the River's gang had been apprehended and that Little Joe Cartwright had been recovered, but no mention of his status.  Dr. Martin poked his head out of the examination room when he noticed the change in noise level.  Upon seeing Adam, he immediately drew him into his private office, out of the scrutiny of the waiting patients. 

 

"Adam, how IS Little Joe? Where is he?  I want to examine him"  he said anxiously, before Adam had a chance to respond.  Adam raised his eyebrows and Dr. Martin chuckled at himself.  "Forgive me, Adam.  Take your time."  .

 

"Doc, Joe is bruised, battered, his right arm is really sore, and he hasn't had much to eat or drink for the duration.  But I think his worst problems aren't physical, Doc."

 

"Adam, I want to see him." Doc Martin repeated. 

 

"Yes, of course, Doc, but Pa wanted to get him home as soon as possible.  Could you come out to the Ponderosa and see him after you see your other patients?" Adam asked. 

 

"We realize that is more trouble, but......" Adam began.

 

"No, no, quite right, I am sure the best thing would be to get him home as soon as possible.  I tell you what, there is only one more patient out there that can't just as easily wait 'til tomorrow.  I will see that one and then I will head straight for the Ponderosa.  You get him settled in and I will be there as quickly as possible." Dr. Martin said

 

"Doc, I don't think you have to hurry, after you see your other patients will be fine." Adam said.

 

"Oh, Adam, the truth is I am anxious to see him and make sure he is alright for my sake as much as for his.  You run along and get him home, I will be along soon."  With that, Dr. Martin, escorted Adam to the door of the office and practically pushed him out the door.

When Adam got back to the train, he was surprised to see Hoss already there with the buggy all ready to go.  There were several people around and Hoss was looking very uncomfortable. 

 

Adam went over to Hoss and said, "What's wrong, Hoss?"

 

"Dadburn it, Adam, Pa headed out the door of the train a minute ago and all those people started talking at once and Little Joe near 'bout fainted.  Pa took him back into the train to try to calm him down."  Hoss looked as if his heart was going to break.  Adam took a deep breath.  He knew that the majority of the people there were friends who just wanted to be reassured that Little Joe was safe and to offer their good wishes, but he also knew that their well-intentioned actions were counterproductive for his little brother.  While he was trying to figure out how to get them to back off, Clem, one of the deputies came over and spoke to him. 

 

"Adam, Hoss, would you like some help in getting these people out of here?"

 

A look of relief crossed over both Adam's and Hoss' face.

 

"We sure would, Deputy." They both said.

 

"Consider it done.  Get that boy on home and good luck." Clem said, as he spoke, he started moving toward the crowd, ushering them and telling them to step back.  As if by magic, the crowd began to disperse.  Adam stepped up onto the train and saw his father, standing near the window, watching the events, Little Joe clutched tightly in his arms.  He could see that Little Joe was not asleep, because of the death grip he held onto his fathers neck with. His eyes were shut so tight, that it made his face white around his eyes. 

 

"Pa, I think we better go now before Clem loses control of that crowd." Adam told him. 

 

"Let's do it, then, Adam.  You go get in by Hoss and tell him to be ready to go as soon as Joe and I get there."  With that, Adam jumped off the train and hopped up beside Hoss.  The car attendant steadied Ben as he stepped down, but didn't touch the small child, holding on tightly to his father.  Ben murmured his thanks and dashed into the covered buggy with his son.  The four Cartwrights began their journey home from what was supposed to be a simple day trip into town.

 

The trip home was uneventful, Little Joe continued to clutch onto his father as if he were in danger of falling.  His father held his arms around him and talked soothingly to him, trying to reassure him that he was safe and that everything would be okay.  Ben brooded if everything could ever be really okay again.   He knew they were so very lucky to have recovered Little Joe alive at all and in pretty good physical shape, considering the brutality of his captors.  But Ben knew that the harm done his son was more emotional than physical and he worried that this experience may have lingering effects on Joe's emotional well-being.  Joseph had always been a handful---quick to get into mischief---but that resulted from his curiosity and adventurous nature.  He was seldom still and had never met a stranger, trusting people and always accepting them for themselves.  Ben wondered if those qualities would ever be restored. 

 

Ben also wondered what the effect of this experience would be on Adam and Hoss.  They had both been shaken to the core over this.  Ben particularly worried about Adam since Adam had been the one to find Little Joe in the cabin and to first recognize the sadistic brutality that he had experienced.  Joe had been beaten, deprived of food and water, made to drink whisky, and probably worst of all, shut up in a dark closet alone.  Although it was unspoken, everyone in the Cartwright family, including Hop Tseng, knew that Little Joe was afraid of the dark.  This was something that had appeared even before Marie died, and she had dealt with it by leaving the lantern in his room turned on low at night.  Now two years later, they continued to leave the lantern on at night.  Ben thought to himself, that lantern can burn all day long if necessary. 

 

When they arrived at the Ponderosa, Hoss pulled up close to the door, and they hopped down to assist Ben in stepping out of the wagon.  Adam attempted to take Joe from his father but felt both his father and Joe resisting, so instead, he helped Ben climb out of the buggy, still carrying Joe.  When they got to the door, the door suddenly opened to the welcoming smile of Hop Tseng, who had been notified by request of Ben, just as soon as Little Joe was recovered.  Hop Tseng's smile faded somewhat when he took in the appearance of Little Joe clutching tightly to his father.

 

He said, "Come, Little Joe bed is all ready.  You take upstairs.  Hop Tseng be right up to help."  Ben nodded his appreciation to him, and carried Joseph up the stairs.  As he approached the landing, he remembered seeing Joe run down those stairs with that trademark smile upon seeing him---it seemed like an eternity ago.  If he had only known then, he never would have left the Ponderosa that day.  Ben quickly carried Joe upstairs to his room, followed by Hoss and Adam.  Hop Tseng had gone to the kitchen to get some warm water, when he had seen Joe, he knew he would need to be cleaned up and made comfortable.

 

When Ben reached the room, he headed immediately for the soft chair by the window--he thought he might need to be there for awhile and he might as well be comfortable.  When he got to the chair, he eased himself down and didn't make any move to dislodge Little Joe.  Instead he resumed speaking softly and quietly to him.  "Joseph, it's alright.  It is all over. You are home in your very own room with me and your brothers and Hop Tseng."  He repeated this over and over.  At first Joe didn't seem to notice, continuing to clutch his father tightly.  As Ben continued to speak however, he felt Joe relax just a little bit and he felt he was making progress.  He repeated the same words over and over again, until he was sure that Joe had relaxed and was not near the panic level. 

 

As he felt his son relax, Ben maneuvered him around so that Joe was sitting sideways so that he could still see his father, but could also see his surroundings.  Joe looked cautiously around the room, stopping briefly when he saw Adam and Hoss, then continued to survey the room.  After looking all the way around the room, he gave a little nod of his head and lay back and put his head back on his father and his thumb in his mouth.  Ben just continued to talk to him calmly and quietly.  He looked up at Adam and Hoss and said, "Why don't you two go check on things and come back up a little later? I will help Hop Tseng get him bathed and in bed.  The Doc should be here soon."

 

As if on cue, Hop Tseng came to the door with hot water for the bath.  Hoss and Adam said "Good bye Little Joe, we'll be back soon. " and went out as Hop Tseng entered.  He set the water down on the wash stand and began to get out clean clothes for Little Joe.  He did all this, while keeping an eye on Little Joe, watching for his reaction.  Ben was watching too, and was relieved that Joseph did not seem alarmed by Hop Tseng's presence or his actions.  When Hop Tseng had everything ready, he looked at Ben for direction.  Ben said softly, "Joseph, it is time for you to get ready for bed.  Let Hop Tseng get you ready for bed, son."   Ben halfway expected some resistance, but Joe let Hop Tseng pick him up, holding tight onto Hop Tseng's neck, and let him sit him on the bed.  With one arm still around Little Joe, Hop Tseng turned to Ben and said, "Hop Tseng can do.  You go get coffee in kitchen."  Ben hesitated, not wanting to leave Little Joe, but he could see that Hop Tseng wanted to have this time to reassure himself that Joe was allright.  He said quietly, "Joe I am going to get some coffee and I'll be right back.  You're fine here with Hop Tseng."  Joe didn't respond, but he continued to hold onto Hop Tseng.  Ben left the room, planning on making record time in getting the coffee.

 

He had made it to the kitchen and was headed back up the stairs when he heard a horse coming into the yard.  He opened the door, fearing that it was some well-wisher whom he would have to explain that Little Joe was not up to visitors to.  Instead he was relieved to see Doctor Martin tying his horse to the hitching post and getting his medical bag off the horse.   "Doc, I am sure glad to see you." Ben said warmly.  Dr. Martin grabbed his friend and hugged him and said, "I sure am glad to know that you got Little Joe back."  Ben guided him into the house and offered him coffee.

 

"Who is with Little Joe now?" Dr. Martin asked, for he knew his friend well enough to know that Little Joe would not be alone.   "Hop Tseng is getting him cleaned up now." Ben replied.  "Ben tell me what has happened with Little Joe before I go up to see him." Doc Martin asked questions as Ben explained what they knew had happened, based on Joe's condition when they found him and what they had gotten out of the outlaws.  Joseph had not said but one word since they had found him.  He said "Papa" one time when Adam first brought him to Ben. He had not said one word since then.  Ben explained the physical injuries that they had seen as well as his emotional state both now and when they had gotten to him.  Tears came to Ben's eyes as he retold the events of the rescue and the trip back to Indian Falls and the trainride home.

 

Dr. Martin did his best to comfort his friend, but his desire to see to Joe's injuries himself, led him to defer further conversation until after he had seen Little Joe.  He and Ben quickly climbed the stairs and softly opened the door to Joe's room.  Hop Tseng had finished Joe's bath and he was sitting in the same chair that Ben had been sitting in, gently rocking and singing a Chinese lullaby to him.  Joe was awake and looking directly into Hop Tseng's face.  Ben smiled when he realized that Joe was wearing one of his flannel shirts--something that Joe frequently requested instead of wearing his own pajamas.

 

Ben spoke softly as he and Dr. Martin entered the room. Joe turned to look at him with his eyes and when they saw Dr. Martin, his eyes widened in fear momentarily, but seemed to recognize Dr. Martin quickly.  "Joseph, you remember Doc Martin. He just wants to have a look at you and fix you up."  Joe didn't say anything but followed his father and Doctor Martin with his eyes.  Doc Martin said, "Ben, why don't you take Joe and sit on the edge of the bed with him?" Ben had wondered how Doc would arrange to examine Joseph without getting him upset.  Ben reached out his arms to his son and said, "Here Joseph come to Papa";  Joe willingly went into his father's outstretched arms.

 

Dr. Martin silently cursed the men who had so traumatized this normally active, energetic, and outgoing little boy.  Dr. Martin spoke softly and calmly to Little Joe, telling what he was going to do before he did it.  His examination was thorough but gentle and was managed with little additional stress.  At the point when he had asked Joe to lie down so he could examine his abdomen, Joe had seemed to get very nervous, but Ben handled this by lying down beside him, keeping his face within Joe's line of sight.  Dr. Martin talked to Joe throughout the examination in a calm, routine voice, and he was sure Joe heard him and understood him by his responses; yet Joe didn't say one word throughout the examination.

 

Just as Dr. Martin was finished with the examination, Hop Tseng came upstairs with some hot broth for Joe.  As usual, Hop Tseng instinctively knew how to handle Little Joe.  He sat the broth down on the beside table and sat down beside Joe, putting his arm around him and began to feed him the broth.  Joe ate out of habit, without thinking about it.  Ben and Dr. Martin had stepped aside and watched as Joe ate.  After a few spoonfuls, Joe's eyes began to get heavy and they knew he was headed for sleep. 

 

Hop Tseng removed the broth and carefully positioned Little Joe in bed. Joe was relaxing, but suddenly realized he was not in direct physical contact with anyone and he began to panic, his eyes filling with something that they could only describe as terror.  Ben was getting ready to get into the bed with him when Hoss came in and said, "Pa, can I stay with Little Joe for a while?"  Ben looked at Hoss and knew that Hoss wanted to do it for Joe's sake, but that it would do both of them good.  Ben smiled and motioned for him to come on over.  Hoss eased himself down onto Joe's bed and put his arm around his brother.  Joe immediately snuggled closer to him and relaxed again.  Everyone else eased out of the room, watching the picture the two brothers made.  Hoss, big, strong, and looking older than his 13 years, and Joseph, small and looking younger than his 7 years-- both clinging to each other out of their need for the security of each other.

 

Ben and Dr. Martin went downstairs, where they were met by Adam. “Dr. Martin, how is he?” Adam asked.  Ben interjected, “Adam, how about brining us all some coffee and then Dr. Martin can tell us what he thinks?”  “Sure, Pa.”  By this time, Hop Tseng had also come down the stairs, and somehow gotten to the kitchen and he met Adam in the dining room with a tray containing the pot of coffee and cups.  Adam, shook his head at Hop Tseng’s efficiency, and took the tray.  “Thanks, Hop Tseng.”

“Hop Tseng, why don’t you come join us?  Dr. Martin was getting ready to tell us what he found.” Ben called and Hop Tseng, anxious to hear, quickly joined them in the living room.  

 

All eyes turned to Dr. Martin.  “Well, Joe has some physical injuries that aren’t too serious, but I imagine he will be sore for a while.  It looks like he has had a blow to the head, looks like he might have fallen on a rock or something.  He has been beaten and possibly kicked in the chest and abdomen.  He has some cracked ribs, but no broken ribs.  His right shoulder was sprained, but not dislocated. He has a few scrapes, but mostly he is just bruised and sore.  He must have not had any food or water, so he is dehydrated.    After saying this, Dr. Martin paused and took a deep breath before he continued.  “I think his physical injuries will heal relatively quickly.  His psychological and emotional injuries are more worrisome.  Little Joe is still in a state of shock from the experience.  The ordeal that he has been through has traumatized him and it is going to take some time for him to get over that.”

 

Ben interrupted at this point.  “Doc what should we do to help him?”  Dr. Martin smiled and looked at each of them in turn.  “Ben, just do what you have already been doing.  Continue to reassure him that he is safe and that you are here and I am sure he will begin to overcome this.  Don’t rush him, give him the amount of security he seems to need.  Knowing that little boy, when he starts to get better, he will let you know when he wants you to back off some.  Even after he starts getting back to normal, you may find that he is uncomfortable in some situations.   That’s to be expected. Don’t make him talk about it if he doesn’t want to, but don’t try to pretend it didn’t happen either.  At some point, he is going to need to talk about it, in order to really put it behind him and go on.  If he doesn’t bring it up himself, we will need to bring it up.  But let’s don’t worry about that right now.  I am sure he will get over this Ben.  We just have to be patient.”

 

Dr. Martin stayed and finished his coffee and the Cartwrights filled him in on all the details involved in the capture and outcome of the Rivers gang.  Ben mentioned that the surviving gang members would be in prison for a very long time.  Adam spoke out angrily, "They don't deserve to be alive." "Adam, it's in the law's hands now.  We just have to let go of that." Ben said to Adam, though in reality, he agreed with him.  Dr. Martin said, "I think it is natural to be feeling some anger at what they did, Ben.  I admit I am angry myself and I wasn't the one to find him."  Dr. Martin put his hand on Adam's shoulder and said, "He's going to be fine Adam.  Just put your efforts into getting him over this and you will all be fine."  With that, Dr. Martin said he should be getting on back to Virginia City.  Ben accompanied his friend and physician to the door.  "Ben I will be back out tomorrow just to see how he is doing more than anything.  But if you should need me before then, don't hesitate to send for me."  "Thanks for everything, Paul" Ben said, shaking Dr. Martin's hard firmly.  

 

Chapter 13

 

When Ben re-entered the house, Adam was standing by the stairs, waiting for his father.  Ben joined him, and without speaking, they headed towards Little Joe's room.  Ben opened the door softly, and he and Adam both smiled at the sight that met them.  Hoss and Joe were both asleep.  Hoss was lying on the far side of the bed, and Little Joe was nestled inside Hoss's body.  Hoss's arms were protectively around Little Joe, holding him tightly, even in sleep.  Even though they both felt a little sheepish, neither Ben nor Adam felt like leaving the room.  Ben moved over to sit in the chair by the window where he could clearly see his sons, and Adam perched on the window sill.  As they watched the two sleeping boys, they saw Little Joe begin to become restless and to move around in his sleep.  Hoss was alerted immediately and moved even closer to Little Joe.  He glanced around and saw Ben and Adam, a look of dismay on his face, as Joe's movements began to increase. 

 

Unable to tolerate the sight any longer, Ben moved over and asked Hoss to trade places with him.  But as they attempted the switch, Joe sensed that he was alone and he began to moan and cry softly and became more and more agitated.  Ben took hold of his son and took him in his arms and moved to the chair and began once again to talk soothingly to him, saying "It's alright, Joseph.  You are home with your family.  You are alright."  This was a phrase that became almost a mantra for the next several days as Joe's dreams would take him back to the line shack with the River's gang.

 

Ben looked up at Hoss and Adam and said "I'll stay with him now.  Why don't you two go get some rest and then come and relieve me in a few hours?" Adam and Hoss nodded their agreement and walked toward the door.  Adam turned back and said "I will come in a couple of hours, Pa."  "Good, son.  We'll be here."  Ben sat and held Little Joe closely and reminisced about the 7 years of his son's life.  The first five years of Joe's life had been undoubtedly the happiest of Ben's life. Although building the Ponderosa had been a struggle, their family life had been wonderful.  He and Marie had made a warm and loving home for their three boys.  Joseph had been a challenge right from the beginning, showing a determination and strong will that could challenge the patience of Job---but not his mother.   She was firm, yet patient and loving and Joseph had flourished under her care.  Her death had been a blow that he had not been sure he could survive, but after a brief period of shutting out the world, including his sons, he had realized that he had been given unique gifts that were too precious to abandon.  Joseph was so much like his mother, that he always felt as if he still had her with him.  Realizing just how close he had come to losing his son gave him a physical pain.  He looked down at his son, so angelic in sleep, usually so mischievous awake, and pledged to keep him safe from harm always.

 

Adam came in a couple of hours later and he and Ben managed to get Joe into his bed, with Adam sleeping next to him.  Due to the anxiety and activity of the last few days, in addition to the relief of bringing Joe home, the Cartwrights all fell asleep easily that night.   They were all awakened at about 1 am by the terrified screams of the youngest Cartwright, who in his dreams was back in the line shack.  Ben and Hoss arose immediately and ran to Joe's room, to find Adam trying to comfort a distraught and struggling Little Joe.  Ben hastily turned the flame of the lantern higher and took Joseph in his arms and began to talk to him, saying the same things that had worked earlier.  After several minutes of struggling, Little Joe realized that he was not in the line shack any more.   His struggles stopped abruptly, and his breathing began to slow down and his heart stopped beating so wildly in his chest. 

 

Ben continued to talk softly to Joe, reassuring him, pointing out that he was safe and that he was home and with his family.  Joe looked around the room, looked briefly at Adam and Hoss and then looked up at his father's face. He said "Hi, Papa," and closed his eyes, and within a few seconds he was sound asleep again.  Ben sent Adam and Hoss to their own beds, but he spent the remainder of the night in the chair holding his son.   Those two words that Joe said may not have been a lot to some people, but to him, they meant that his son would be alright.  Doc Martin was right, it may take awhile, but Joseph would recover.  Ben knew he would.

 

Joseph didn't speak again over the next week.  Their routine went about the same.  Joe stayed in his room with either one of his brothers, his Pa, or Hop Tseng in constant attendance.  Doctor Martin came out daily and said that his physical injuries were healing nicely.  He thought that his emotional state was becoming more stable, as well, judging by the decreased stress he noted when he examined him.  After his examination on the sixth day home, he said, "Ben, I think it is time for Little Joe to get outside his room some."  As he said this, he was watching Little Joe's face and noted the distress the statement brought.  Ben, too, had noticed and said, "Paul, are you sure it isn't too early?"  Doctor Martin reiterated firmly, "No, Ben, it's time.  Just take it slow and gradually increase."

 

Hop Tseng entered the room with clean linens at that time.  Dr. Martin said, "Hop Tseng would you stay with Little Joe for a few minutes?  I want Ben to walk with me to my horse."  "Hop Tseng stay with Little Joe" Hop Tseng smiled and moved over to sit with Little Joe on the side of the bed.  Ben and Paul walked to the door.  "Joseph, I will be back in a few minutes, son." Ben said before he left the room.  Dr. Martin added, "Joe I will see you in a few days. You are going to be just fine."

 

As soon as they reached the landing, Ben turned to Dr. Martin,  "Paul, did you see Joe's face when you mentioned leaving his room?  Are you sure that is wise?"

 

"Ben that look only served to reinforce my belief that it is time for Joseph to come out of that room. " He carefully considered his next words, he didn't want to offend his friend or to upset him unnecessarily, but he felt that for Little Joe's sake, he had to say what he had been thinking.  "Ben when I told you to go slow with Little Joe, well I guess that was bad advice."  "Paul, what do you mean?" Ben asked, confused by what his friend was trying to say. He could tell that Paul was a little uncomfortable.   Ben motioned for Paul to sit down and he sat beside him in his favorite chair.

 

"Ben when I said to reassure him that he was safe and to go slow with him, I didn't mean to keep him tucked away in his room forever.  I have known Joe since he was born, he is the most active child I have ever seen.  He needs to be exposed to the normal daily activities of his former life.  Bring him downstairs, bring him to the dining room, as soon as he is used to that, take him outside, and gradually increase his activities.  When he begins to be comfortable at one step, expose him to the next one."

 

Ben was looking at his friend, “Paul I am confused.  You saw how upset he looked at the mention of even leaving his room.  Should we push him to come out before he is ready?” 

“Ben I think he is ready, but he is sensing that you and Hoss and Adam are not ready, and that is making him think that he may only be safe in his room.  He needs to know that you think he will be safe if he leaves his room.  Otherwise you are not going to get back that same self-assured, curious, active little boy that you had before this happened.  You are going to get back a timid, anxious, docile little boy.  Is that what you want?”

 

Ben stared at his friend’s face for quite some time as he considered what the doctor had said.  Dr. Martin allowed him to think about it for a period of several minutes, finally he reiterated his question, “Is that what you want, Ben?”  Finally, Ben smiled and said, “Well Paul, you have to admit that that may have its advantages.”  Paul looked startled at first, then seeing the smile and the twinkle in Ben’s eyes, he realized that he was joking and they both laughed. 

“I see your point Paul, I guess I was enjoying the closeness too much—he is seldom still long enough for that anymore.  The boys and I will start gradually increasing his activities as you suggest.”  “Good, Ben, I think he will do fine.  If he regresses a little bit, just reassure him, but don’t hold him back either.  Let him feel that you are confident he is alright and he will gain confidence, too.”    After Paul Martin left, Ben thought about what he had said and realized that he was absolutely correct.  Joseph wouldn’t be Joseph without that old self-confidence, curiosity, and enthusiasm that was his trademark.  He went upstairs to relieve Hop Tseng and take over with his son.

 

When Adam and Hoss came in after work, they were surprised to see Ben and Joseph sitting downstairs in Ben’s favorite chair.  Ben was reading the newspaper and pointing out items to Joseph.  Joe looked a little alarmed when they opened the door, but relaxed as soon as he saw who it was.  When Hop Tseng announced that dinner was ready, Ben got up and said, to all three sons, “Let’s not keep Hop Tseng waiting, boys.  With that, he put Joe down beside him, but took his hand firmly and led him toward the dining room table.  He raised his eyebrows at Adam and Hoss who continued to stare at him as if he were doing something absurd.  Adam recovered first and slapped his arm around Hoss and said, “What’s the matter Hoss?  Aren’t you hungry?”  Hoss laughed and said, “Well Adam I will force myself ‘cause I don’t want to hurt Hop Tseng’s feelings.”

 

When they reached the dining table Ben gently but firmly placed Joe into his regular seat on the right side of the table, Hoss sat on his right with his father on the left.  Joseph looked a little anxious but didn't object.  Hop Tseng served the food and the three older Cartwrights forced themselves to talk about the ranch.  They were all attentive to Joe, making sure he had everything he needed, including him in the conversation, telling them what was going on, but not putting undue pressure on him to talk.  Eventually they all relaxed, including Joe.  Several times during the meal, Ben reached over and matter-of-factly encouraged Joe to eat.  Joe accepted this at first, but eventually, he had had enough so he turned his mouth away from the proffered spoonful of food.  Ben said, “Come on, Joe, just a little more.”  Joe looked at him and said, “No, Pa, I don’t want no more.”  Although Ben felt like jumping up and shouting, he merely replied, “Alright, Joe if you don’t want any more.”  The three Cartwrights shared a look of encouragement.

 

After dinner, they all moved into the living room.  Ben deposited Little Joe on the sofa with Hoss and Adam on either side of him.  After a few minutes of conversation, Ben decided to go over to his desk and tackle some paper work that he had been neglecting since Joe’s train ride.  As he got up, he walked around the front of the sofa and he watched Joe anxiously to see what his reaction would be.  He was pleased to see that Joe didn’t seem to mind.   When he got over to his desk and sat down, he looked over at the sight of his three sons, with Hoss and Adam on either side of Little Joe---all he could see was the top of Little Joe’s head.  As he started to glance away, Joe turned around and he caught his eyes, and smiled at his son.  Little Joe smiled back--not a huge smile, but  a smile none-the-less!  It was all he could do to concentrate on his work---he was so elated by that one small smile.  He realized that once again Paul Martin had been right---they had been inadvertently holding back Joe’s progress.

 

For the first time since he had been home, Joe slept alone in his own bed that night.  He seemed anxious and clung to his father when he realized no one was going to sleep with him.  Ben spoke calmly to him and said, “Joe you are perfectly safe here and if you need us, your brothers and I will be right down the hall, just call us and we will be here.  Now how about I read you a story?”  Ben moved over and picked up several books and held them up to show Joe, “Which one would you like?”   Ben was not surprised that Joe pointed to the one about the horses that had a picture of a black and white pinto pony on the cover.  This had been Joe’s favorite book since he had first seen the cover.  Ben settled back against the headboard of the bed with Joe snuggled up against him and read several books, until he was sure by Joe’s breathing that he was sound asleep.  Then he tucked him under the covers and kissed him softly, and leaving the lantern burning low, he left the room, leaving the door slightly open so they could hear any sounds coming from the room.

 

Sure enough, at about 2:00, the three Cartwrights were awakened by sobs and terrified shouts from Little Joe’s room. Hoss reached the room first, and when Ben and Adam came running in, Hoss had already begun to get Joe settled back down.  Hoss motioned for them to go on back to bed.  Adam and Ben remained at the doorway until they were sure that Little Joe was calming down, then they nodded their heads at Hoss and quietly tiptoed out of the room.  Hoss sat with Little Joe, talking to him quietly for about 15 minutes and then he settled Joe back down and covered him up and quietly tiptoed out of the room.

 

Over the next few days, Little Joe made daily progress, with slightly less solicitous attention from his family, Joe began to make his wants and needs known.  Ben had gotten into the habit of getting him up for breakfast and either he or Hop Tseng usually watched him in the house during the days.  He was still having nightmares at night, but they were coming less frequently and he was less frightened after he woke up from them and less effort was required to get him back to bed.  Although the nightmares were concerning to his family, they were not out of the ordinary for Joe, since he typically had nightmares since he was a toddler.

 

On Sunday, the Cartwrights headed into town for church.  This was a test Ben knew.  If Joseph was able to tolerate the crowds of people in church without becoming too greatly distressed, he would know that he was almost recovered.  All three Cartwrights watched Joe carefully, watching for any signs of distress.  He appeared a little anxious when they first went in, but as he scanned the room and saw only friends and friendly faces, he visibly relaxed.  In fact in church he demonstrated the usual habits of not being able to sit still--more so than usual, it seemed in fact, then when cautioned sternly by his father to sit still—he was soon asleep with his head in his father’s lap.  The pastor of the church noticed the sleeping Joseph at one point, paused, and said, “I think now is a good time to give thanks to the Lord for safely returning Little Joe to his family and friends.”  Everyone then looked to get a glimpse of the sleeping Joseph.  Ben thought that they were seeing him at his most angelic---sound asleep.  Ben and Hoss and Adam said their own prayers of thanks silently, though not for the first time.

 

On the second week after his abduction, Ben began to let Joe accompany him to the barn and around the yard as he did chores or checked on the activities of the ranch hands.  Joe remained extremely nervous and stuck tightly to Ben.  At the urging of Adam and Hoss, Ben gradually let them start letting Little Joe accompany them in the yard and around the barn, too.  This morning Adam had volunteered to watch Joe while he did some chores outside.  Joe had gone with Adam without complaint.  Ben watched from the window behind his desk, his youngest son playing around some loose straw stacked by the corral.  He understood Dr. Martin's recommendation that Little Joe leave his room to get used to the outside world again.  And, if he had to admit it, the elder Cartwright would even have admitted that Joe was more gregarious now than he had been even a week ago.  Still, Ben knew his sons well and, as such, he knew something was still off kilter with Joseph. 

 

As he observed his boy's play, Ben tried to figure exactly what wasn't quite right.  It was true, as Hoss noted, that when anyone spoke to Little Joe, he'd smile and answer back, just as politely as could be.    Ben tried to remember a time that Joseph initiated any conversation with either the hands or his family.  Try as hard as he could, Ben couldn't remember a time Joe had even said hello, without having been spoken to first, to any of them.  Figuring it was just something he couldn't recollect, nonetheless, Ben vowed to see if that were a pattern with his son. 

 

And then, there was the extreme reaction Joe made to any motion by any of them with their hands.  Ben thought back to dinner about 10 days ago when Hoss had been ragging Adam about the fish that got away.  Adam had tried to finish his story about just how big this fish had been, but each time he got ready to tell them, Hoss would interrupt, teasing him that the fish was getting bigger and bigger.  In fact, Ben shook his head as his mind wandered back....Hoss, sitting beside Little Joe at the dinner table, had started with his hands about 6 inches apart.  "Adam," he'd chortled, "by the time you ever get this story finished that fish will have grown from this long to this long," and Hoss had quickly moved his hands apart to indicate a fish about 3 feet long.  When he'd done that, Little Joe had cringed and thrown his hands up to cover his face. 

 

The table had gotten deathly quiet until Joe had looked up, aware of what he was doing and where he really was.  Embarrassed, and obviously very frightened, Joe had pushed himself away from the table and raced to his room where he'd slammed the door, locking it behind him.  Panic stricken himself, Ben had tried to get his son to open the door, but Joe would not respond.  When Ben had finally gotten the hinges off so the door could be removed, he'd found Little Joe, cowering on the bed, sobbing as though his heart were broken.  It had taken hours to calm the boy down and it was then that Ben had realized how tenuous Joseph's recovery really was.

 

Since then, there had been no instances as dramatic as that one of which Ben was aware, but the feeling that all was not well kept nagging at him.  Such a feeling was particularly strong this day as Ben watched the boy, innocently stacking the straw over some boards that Joe had laid up as the framework for a straw house.  Curious, his father had watched as Joe had completely covered the boards, then slipped inside the little cubbyhole he left in the straw.  When it was finished, Joe couldn't be seen from the outside. 

 

It was about this time that Adam came around the barn, obviously looking for the boy he'd been charged with watching that morning.  "Joe," he called, "where are you?"  Joe didn't answer.  "Little Joe, come on, don't play this game with me."  Joe remained hidden.  "Answer me, Joe, I asked you a question and I want an answer."  Adam was yelling now.  "Where are you?"  Adam was obviously exasperated so Ben decided to intervene. 

 

"Adam,"  he waved this oldest son to him.  "Joe's made a house in that stack of hay.  He may not hear you."

 

"He hears me all right," Adam was angry at having spent too much time trying to keep track of his little brother.  He pulled the top off the makeshift house, only to find Little Joe scrunched into a corner of the small hole, his body bent into a small ball with his hands over his head as though protecting his head and neck.  When Little Joe realized Adam was there, he jumped up to run  to escape to the house.  Adam tried catching him as he ran by, but Joe outmaneuvered his startled brother and tore toward the house, running directly into Ben's formidable blockade. 

 

Pulling Joe toward him, Ben spoke softly, "Son, it's okay, you're safe."  He repeated this phrase over and over, gradually bringing Joe closer into the protection of his arms.  For close to 10 minutes,  his youngest son was like a wild animal, trembling, terrified, ready to fly at the first chance.  Gradually, the boy calmed down until Ben was finally holding a sobbing, broken boy.  Standing , Ben carried Joe into the house and up the stairs to the security of his room.  There, he remained rocking, talking and holding his son until Little Joe fell asleep.  Ben laid the boy on the bed, pulling off his boots and laying him gently under the quilts.   It was only then that he felt comfortable leaving his troubled son. 

 

It took almost as long to calm down Adam who felt he was totally responsible for Joe's relapse.  "Adam," Ben finally convinced him.  "We've assumed Joe could get over this on his own.  He can't.  Something else has to happen.  You didn't do anything any of us mightn't have done.  If Joe were going have a breakdown, and I know he would have, it's a far better thing to happen here than to happen, say, at school or in town."   Adam finally understood and Ben could at least feel he'd passed this hurdle. 

 

"I'm going into Virginia City, son," Ben was talking to his oldest son.  "I've got to talk with Paul.  We've got to do something else if we expect Joe to ever be healed."  Now, Ben's voice was breaking.  "Paul's got to know something else to do or we'll lose this boy as surely as if he died of the plague."  Turning, shoulders slumping, Ben walked out of the house, saddled Buck and rode to town to see his dear friend.

 

CHAPTER 14

 

In town, Ben hurried to Dr. Martin's office, hoping he'd find the good doctor in and not busy.  As late as it was, Ben was cautiously optimistic. 

 

"Ben," Anna Martin greeted her friend warmly.  "What brings you to town so late in the afternoon?"

 

"It's good to see you, Anna," Ben responded.  "I was hoping I could talk with Paul."  He looked around the office, hoping to find evidence that his friend was in.   As if wishes could generate outcome, just then, Paul exited his office.

 

"Ben, how good to see you," he began effusively, then stopped when he realized something was surely troubling his old friend.  "Anna, how about getting us some of your good coffee?"  He looked toward Ben.  "This seems more of a professional than social visit?" he added.

 

Ben nodded.  "It is, Paul.  I'm really worried about Joseph." 

 

Sighing, Dr. Martin moved over to squeeze his friend's shoulder sympathetically.  "I was afraid of this.  When I saw Little Joe at church on Sunday, he really seemed more nervous than he had for several weeks."  Dr. Martin laughed derisively.  "I seem to remember you having to speak to him a few too many times, too."

 

Smiling a half-hearted smile, Ben responded.  "I didn't realize it was so obvious.  Any other time, I'd  have taken Joseph outside for a discussion  about that sort of behavior."  He sighed.

 

"What's happened, Ben?" asked Paul, trying to understand what had really brought his friend into Virginia City. 

 

Slowly, and haltingly, Ben described life at the Ponderosa these last few weeks, mentioning the obvious outward improvements, but describing in detail Joe's two worst episodes.  Leaving nothing out, Ben included his fears and feelings as he described his family's life of late.  Emotionally exhausted, Ben stopped,  looking to his friend and confidant for advice.

 

Dr. Martin looked into Ben's anguished face.  "Ben, I took the liberty of writing a Dr. Boardman from Johns Hopkins medical school.  He's a specialist in emotional trauma, a newly emerging field in medicine."  Ben nodded his approval.  "He's just responded, today as a matter of fact.  I was hoping to get out to the ranch tomorrow evening if I could clear my schedule here at the office."   He showed Ben the long correspondance he'd received.

 

"This is mostly in medical terms, so let me explain his recommendations."  When Dr. Martin looked at his friend, he realized he had to move this conversation from theoretical to application.  He'd never seen Ben Cartwright look so defeated.  "It is essential, Ben, that we get Joe to talk about what happened with those monsters.  Absolutely critical."

 

Ben shook his head.  "You know how Joe is whenever we've tried.  You've tried it yourself.  He clams up totally.  I'm pretty good at getting my sons to talk with me, and Joseph usually talks to Hoss about everything, but none of us have been able to break through that shell."

 

"I know," the doctor sympathized with the distraught father.  "Let me finish."  He waved away Ben's attempted apology.  "I mentioned this to Dr. Boardman.  His response was that such behavior is more typical than atypical of people who have been through such trauma.  He suggested taking your son on a train trip.  Just the two of you." 

 

Ben looked up quickly, an objection forming in his mind.  "I know, I know, Ben.  It does seem like exactly the wrong thing to do, but he thinks it's essential to getting Joe to open up.  Perhaps a trip the length of one to San Francisco or Denver.  Ben, Dr. Boardman is the best person I know to do with traumatized children."  He looked Ben full in the face, waiting for his response.   Ben sighed and took a deep breath, "Alright Paul, if you think it is best.  But I have to tell you, I am not sure about this."  "I know Ben, but I feel like we have to do something.  If that doesn't work, I will contact Dr. Boardman again."    "When should we go?" Ben asked.   "The sooner the better, Ben, I think."   "I will go book a trip right now.  I guess a trip to San Francisco won't take as long as a trip to Denver."  He said grimly. As Ben was getting ready to go, Paul said, "Wait a minute, Ben.  Just in case this isn't a good idea, let me give you a sedative that you can give Joe.  But only use it if you feel you absolutely have to.  Then if you do, here is the name of a colleague in San Francisco.  You look him up there and tell him the whole story; perhaps he can help."  Paul handed Ben a vial of liquid medicine.  "The dosage is on the bottle, Ben."  Ben carefully pocketed the medicine, hoping he would not have to use it.

 

Later that night after Ben had finally gotten a clingy Joseph to bed and asleep, he explained the Doctor's recommendations and his plans to Adam and Hoss.   "Pa, why not let Hoss and me go with you?"  "Adam, the purpose of this trip is to help Joe get over his fears.  How do you think he will get over his fears with his Pa right beside him and his two big brothers sitting there, with guns drawn?"  Ben asked only half-jokingly.  "Pa, I guess he would at least know that we wouldn't let nothin' happen to him." Hoss said, a look of concern and anguish on his face.   "Sons, I know that you want to protect your little brother, and believe me--I appreciate it.  But we want Joe to realize that he doesn't have to be afraid all the time and that he can be out of his family's protection some of the time and still be alright.  Joseph is afraid of everything and everybody except the three of us.  And you know that is not normal for your brother."   "No, Pa, Little Joe ain't usually scared of nothin'." Hoss agreed.  "Yeah"  Adam said, with a half-smile, "That's what got him into this whole mess in the first place.  Are you sure you want him unafraid again, Pa?"  Ben smiled at his two sons and then turned serious, "Yes, Adam, I am sure.  I miss that little rapscallion.  Don't you?"  The three older Cartwrights shared a laugh as they all agreed that despite everything he got into, they did miss him.

 

Hop Tseng had breakfast prepared early the next morning in order for Ben and Little Joe to leave for their trip early.  Hop Tseng volunteered to get Little Joe dressed while Ben and Adam and Hoss discussed plans for the running of the ranch for the three days that Ben planned to be gone. He had thought they would ride to San Francisco today, stay and tour the city tomorrow and then return the next day.  He hoped that this plan would not be too ambitious for Little Joe.  He was still not sure that taking Joe on a train trip so soon was a good idea.  However, since he didn't have an alternative, he planned to give it his all. 

 

Hop Tseng came downstairs, leading a docile Little Joe by the hand.  Hop Tseng carried a small traveling bag that he had packed for the trip.  Little Joe sensed something was going on, but he didn't ask any questions.  When he and Hop Tseng got to the living room, Ben said, "Come on Joe and eat your breakfast, you and I are going on a trip today." He said, trying to generate some enthusiasm in his youngest son.  Joe looked at him and came and sat in his customary place.  Hop Tseng served his favorite breakfast of pancakes and syrup. Little Joe sat patiently while Ben poured the syrup.  If he hadn't already known something was amiss---this was a sure sign.  Little Joe never waited patiently for anything--and especially not syrup.  Little Joe always reached for the syrup pitcher before anyone could get to it, resulting in a river of syrup over everywhere more times than not. 

 

After urging Joe to eat Ben arose from the table and said, "Alright, Joe it is time for us to go.  Hoss, Adam, we will see you the day after tomorrow.  We should be home in time for supper."  He hugged both his older sons and they returned the hug.   Adam picked Little Joe up and hugged him close, "You be good, little buddy, and take care of Pa."  Hoss, taking Little Joe from Adam, said, "Come on, Little Joe, I will take you to the buckboard."  Ben and Adam could see that the gentle, soft-hearted Hoss was about to cry, so they hurried along and tried to keep the conversation light.  Ben climbed into the buckboard and Hoss lifted Little Joe into the seat.  Joe moved over until he was sitting as close to his father as he could get.  Ben waved at his sons and tugged on the reins, urging the horses forward. 

 

On the way to Virginia City Ben kept up a steady conversation with Little Joe.  The only time Joe spoke was if Ben asked him a direct question and then Joe spoke only as absolutely necessary to answer the question.   Ben was afraid that this was going to be a long long trip.

 

When they got to Virginia City, Ben drove directly to the livery stable that was directly across the street from the train station.  Ben noticed that Joe carefully avoided looking at the train station or the cafe where they had eaten just a few weeks ago.  Ben felt like it had been an eternity ago.   Ben paid the livery stable owner to put up and care for their horse and buckboard until they returned.  "Where you folks headed?" Jim asked, always curious about the goings and comings of the Cartwrights.  "Joseph and I are taking a little trip to San Francisco" Ben replied.   "You going by stage or train, Mr. Cartwright?"  "We are going by train" Ben answered and as he did, he felt his son's grip on his hand double in intensity.  He looked down and Little Joe's face was drawn and white as a ghost.  He bent down so that his eyes were level with his son's green eyes and said, "It's alright, Joseph.  You will enjoy this train ride and when we get to San Francisco, we will see the big ships.  This is just a little holiday for the two of us."  With that, he gripped Joe's hand tightly and led him toward the train station.

 

As they neared the station, Ben felt Joe's grip tighten and his footsteps began to drag.  Ben looked down and realized that Joe was trying to dig his feet into the road and stop his father from approaching the train.   Ben was literally dragging Little Joe toward the train.  He looked at his son's face and his heart almost broke at the sight---Joe looked as scared as he did when they had first rescued him from the line shack.  His face was white, his eyes were wide with fear, tears were running down his face, and he was making a kind of sound that was halfway between a wail and a sobbing.  Ben noticed that other people were beginning to stop and watch, many of them aware of who he and his son were and probably aware of the source of Joe's anxiety.  Ben figured the best thing he could do was to get Joe onto the train and out of the public view as quickly as possible. He knelt down and scooped Joe up quickly under his arms and holding him close to him, carried him onto the train.  Although he had thought about getting a private berth, Paul had suggested that that may defeat the purpose of the trip, but now Ben wished he had done that anyway.  Instead he took a seat in the back of the car, hoping that would offer Joe some sense of security.  He had asked Evelyn Blake what seat he had shared with her and avoided sitting near that seat, thinking that might be too overwhelming for Joe.

 

When he sat down, he found it impossible to disentangle Joe from his arms. Joe had  his head buried on his father's shoulder and had a death grip around his neck.  Ben thought it would be better to let Joe calm down and get used to the idea before he tried to get him to sit beside him on the seat.  Fortunately Ben had timed their arrival and boarding the train so that the train was leaving soon after they got on board.  When the train began to pick up steam and move forward, Ben felt Little Joe's grip tighten and he could literally feel his heart beating inside his chest and hear his rapid breathing.  Ben continued to speak to him, calmly and he hoped, soothingly.  Joe continued to look panic stricken and held tightly to his father. Ben knew this was going to be a long and painful trip for them both--it was a 5 hour ride to San Francisco.  Ben continued to talk to Joe, saying the same things he had been saying to him ever since the nightmare in the line shack had ended.  Finally, exhausted, Little Joe dozed off in his father's arms.  After Joe fell asleep, Ben maneuvered him into a more comfortable position for both of them.  He was sure his neck was going to be sore from Joe's tight grasp on it for the past hour or so.

 

He thought about easing Joe down into the seat beside him but he was afraid that such a drastic change would be overwhelming for Joe and might cause his panic to escalate when he awoke.  So Ben sat holding Little Joe in his arms.  He did manage to move over so that he was leaning with his back against the window so he had some where to rest his arm that Joe's head was resting on.  He sat quietly and watched his son, so peaceful in sleep. As his son slept, Ben watched the scenery passing by and eventually he dozed too.  He was abruptly awakened by the thrashing movements and terrified sobs of his child.  Ben thought Joe was having another nightmare, but he realized that Joe was not fully asleep---he seemed to be partially awake.  He was struggling and trying to hide from some imagined horror.  Ben started talking to him and pulled him close to him and held him firmly, attempting to stop his struggles.  He continued to hold him as he struggled and pleaded and cried.  Ben wasn't aware of the passengers or rail workers who were watching the drama of the father and son.  Finally, Joseph tired from the struggle and as his movements slowed down from fatigue, he began to hear his father talking to him and he calmed down even further.

 

Finally, his struggles ceased and he lay quietly in his father's arms, his thumb in his mouth.  Ben watched the tears roll down his son's face and his heart was filled with hatred for the men who did this to his son.  He told himself that he had to concentrate on his son, so he straightened his shoulders,  took a deep breath and said, "Joe what were you remembering, son?  Tell Papa about it."   Joe looked at him with eyes wide with fear and shook his head and then buried his head in his father's arms.  Ben, his heart pounding, gently turned Joe's head so that he was looking into his face and repeated his question.  "Joe, you are safe.  It is alright now.  You are with your Papa.  Tell me what happened, son. Please."  He watched his son and he knew that he wanted to speak, but was having a hard time finding the words.  He continued to look at him, not trying to answer for him as he and Adam and Hoss and even Hop Tseng had gotten into the habit of doing.  "It was my fault, Papa." 

 

Ben's heart broke when he heard that; he figured he must mean that it was his fault for getting on the train.  "Joe, it was not your fault."  "No, Papa, that man was mean to me because I asked how he got that scar on his face."  Ben was surprised that Joe had been thinking that; none of them realized that.  "Joe that man was a bad man.  They already planned to rob the train.   Your asking him that didn't make him mean." Ben said trying to reassure Joe.  "But that's not all, Papa." Joe said but he started crying again and Ben could get nothing else out of him as he cried heart-wrenching sobs that shook his entire little body.  Ben held him close and patted him on the back, trying to reassure him and console him.  Again, Little Joe exhausted himself and dropped off to sleep.  This time it was a heavy, deep sleep that Ben recognized--this nap would last longer than the previous sleep.  He again repositioned himself to be more comfortable for the duration of Joe's nap. 

 

Several people approached Ben while Joe slept to ask if there was anything that they could do to help him.  Apparently someone on the train had been aware of the events involving the train robbery and Little Joe's abduction and he or she had told everyone else in the car.  One kind woman offered to hold Little Joe while Ben went to the dining car, but he politely refused.  He was not going to let Little Joe out of his arms---much less out of his sight.  After an hour, he felt Little Joe moving around and he looked down and saw him opening his eyes.  "Well, hello, young man.  It's about time you wake up.  We will soon be to San Francisco." Ben said, smiling at his son.  Ben thought he saw a glimmer of a smile in return.

 

"Joseph, how about we open up that lunch Hop Tseng prepared for us and have something to eat? "Ben asked.  "Are you hungry?"  Joe nodded his head.  Ben reached over and pulled out the basket, which was filled as if Hoss were with them.   He said out loud, "I think Hop Tseng made a mistake."  Joe didn't say anything, but Ben saw a spark of interest in his eyes.  "I think he thought Hoss was coming with me instead of you, Joe." Ben said.  He noted the look of puzzlement on Joe's face, and waited to see if Joe would ask the obvious question, but was disappointed that he didn't.  Finally he said, "Hop Tseng packed enough food for Hoss instead of just me and you."  He was rewarded with a hint of a smile and he believed a trace of a giggle.

 

He spread out the contents of the basket, offering Joe a sandwich and a piece of fried chicken. Joe took the chicken, but declined the sandwich.  After they ate the chicken and sandwiches, Ben brought out the cookies.  Joe had a real fondness for Hop Tseng's sugar cookies and Hop Tseng was aware of this.  He had packed sugar cookies and had taken time to decorate them with colored sugar and Chinese confectionaries.   Joe concentrated on selecting just the right one and ate it enthusiastically.  Ben was relieved to see his son doing such a normal activity.  Finally they both ate an apple to finish off the meal.

 

After they had finished eating, Ben started pointing out some of the sights they were passing to Joe.  He named the mountains and the river they passed and told Joe of similar trips they had made to San Francisco by stagecoach and how much more comfortable it was on the train and how much faster it was.  He almost said how much safer it was, but decided that was one he didn't believe himself.  Joe seemed to be considerably calmer and less anxious than he had been that morning.  Ben was beginning to feel that this was a good idea after all.  Then someone opened the door of the car behind them and Joe screamed in terror and buried his head in his father's arms again.  The man who had opened the door looked terribly embarrassed and said, "Sorry Mister, didn't mean to scare the youngun" and went on through to the next car.  Ben again calmly talked to Little Joe telling him again that he was safe, that everything was going to be okay, and the same things he had been telling him before.  This time it seemed to take less time for Joe to become quiet.  After he stopped crying, he lay quietly in his father's arms and began to look around the rail car.  This was the first time that Ben remembered Joe looking around with interest rather than to search for potential danger.  Again he interpreted this as a positive sign. 

Ben decided to try to make one more significant move.  He said "Joe, Papa's legs are getting tired, how about you sit beside me for a while?"  As he said this he began to move Joe off his lap and to the seat beside him.   Joe initially resisted but Ben pretended not to notice and continued moving him until Joe was positioned next to him, rather than in his lap.   Ben, wanting to get the cramps out of his legs, stretched his legs and put them on the seat across from them.  He noticed Joe tried to do the same thing, but his legs weren't long enough to reach the seat, so he said, "Here, Joe, you can put your legs on mine".  Joe did this and they sat in companionable silence for the remainder of the trip  into San Francisco.

 

When they arrived in San Francisco, Joe was anxious as they departed the train and climbed down to the crowded and very noisy train depot.   Ben held firmly to Joe's hand and Joe clung to him for dear life.  Ben was unable to hold him because he had to carry their baggage.  He held the luggage with one hand and Joe's hand tightly with the other.  He had made a reservation at a hotel near the train station, so they walked to the hotel.  At the hotel registration desk, the woman tried to engage Joe in conversation but he would only nod or shake his head in response to her questions.  "Oh, a shy one, I see." She said.  Ben said, "Well he is a little more talkative than this usually.  He is just tired, I think."

 

When they were shown to their room, Little Joe's eyes grew huge.  Ben had reserved the normal suite that he reserved when he had all three sons with him, without really thinking about it.  It was a suite with 3 bedrooms, which was ridiculous, considering he and Joe were alone, but for two nights, he didn't think it was worth the trouble of explaining that he needed a smaller room.  Besides, it wouldn't hurt for Joe to have a little more room to explore within the confines of the hotel room.  

 

After Ben had unpacked, he said "Come on, Joe, I promised you we would see some ships and that is what we will do right now."  He took Joe to the wharves and Joe was clearly enthralled with the large ships of all kinds and descriptions.  Ben asked Joe if he would like to go aboard one and he could see the conflict Joe was having inside. He clearly wanted to but he also was afraid of going.  "Come on Son, let's go see what those ships look like inside.  Remember I was a ship's captain for a while myself."  He took Joe to the entrance walk of one of the ships and asked permission to show his son around.  The crew was delighted to permit them aboard and he gave them a grand tour.  Ben didn't mention to Little Joe that they owned a half-interest in this particular ship which explained their warm reception and the interest shown them.  He could see that Joe thoroughly enjoyed the ship and the crewman even took them aboard the bridge and let them see the navigational equipment.  All was going well until the crewman said, "Would you like to sound the bell, Matey?" speaking to Little Joe.  Instantly, Joe's happiness and comfort dissolved and he began to cry.  The crewman looked worried, Ben reassured him that it was not his fault as he hurriedly took Little Joe off the ship.

 

He carried the crying child to a bench that was 50 yards or so away from the ship, down a small access road, out of the main thoroughfare.   He spoke to him as he has so often over the past month and soon Little Joe calmed down and stopped crying.  For a longtime after he stopped crying, he had the snuffles, where he would give an involuntary sob, that wracked his whole body.  Ben continued to hold him and reassure him.  Finally, Joe stopped crying and they sat there silently for a long time.   Suddenly, Joe looked up at his Papa and said, "Papa it was all my fault."  Ben was puzzled, clearly Joe was feeling guilty about something. Maybe he needed to find out what was on his mind.  "Joe tell me why you think it was your fault."  Joe took a deep breath and said, "I made the man mean in the jail, Papa.  Then I got on the train and he came after me on the train cause I made him mean, and then he hurt those people cause he was mean, and he killed that sheriff so I wouldn't say anything to him, Papa.  It was all my fault, Papa." 

 

Ben's heart went out to his young son, who had applied the logic of a 7 years old little boy to a situation that grown men couldn't explain and had somehow thought the whole thing had happened because of his little boy curiosity.  "Joseph, you did not make the man mean.  He was already mean.  That is why he was in jail in the first place.  Your question did not make him mean, Joe."  "Well why did he come on the train to find me then, Papa?"  Joe asked so innocently.  "Oh, Joseph, he didn't come on the train to find you.  They got on the train to rob it.  That is what they were, son.  They were train robbers.  They would have robbed the train whether you got on the train or not  And Joe the Sheriff didn't die. He is gonna be fine." 

 

Joe looked at Ben, trying to determine if his Papa was just saying that to make him feel better or if he was telling the truth.  "But Papa the man hated me--he was mean to me.  Why Papa?"  Joe had tears in his eyes.  Ben reached out and pulled Joe tighter to him.  This was a question that he had no easy answer to, but Ben had an insight into the root of Joe's fears.  Joe had been surrounded by his family's and friend's love since his birth.  Although he could be a handful, he had a charming, lively way about him that seemed to attract people's affection.  This was the first time that he had experienced hatred or evil, no wonder he was so perplexed by it.  He thought it was somehow something he did wrong and he was afraid he might do it again.  Ben said, "Joe, I can't explain what was in that man's heart---he was just an evil person.  There are some people like that in the world and we seldom know why.  But Joe, there aren't many people like that.  Most people have some good things and some not so good things in them.  Sometimes we have to look hard to find the good things.  And on occasion there are people in whom you just can't find any good things.   That man was like that.  Whatever good there was in him was all shriveled up inside him somewhere.  But that wasn't your fault, son."

 

"Papa."  Joe said, then he seemed to hesitate as if not sure what to say.  Ben prompted by saying, "Yes, Son?"  "Papa, I am sorry I got on the train."  Joe hugged his father and cried again.  Ben held his son close and cried too.  "Joseph, I am sorry I didn't go with you to look at the train.  You shouldn't have gotten on the train, Joe. It was dangerous for lots of reasons.  But Joseph, your getting on the train did not cause any of this.  You were wrong to disobey me and I don't want you to do that again.  But your disobeying me did not cause what happened.  Do you understand that, Son?"  Ben asked, looking directly at Joe's eyes.  "Yes, Papa. I understand. Papa, I won't ever get on the train without you again."  "Well I am glad to hear that, young man. Though I am not going to give you the opportunity to get on a train again without me!" he laughed as he picked his son and stood up.  "Now what say we go get some dinner and get to bed?"   The remainder of the time in San Francisco was spent exploring the wharves and shops.  Although Joe was not his usual chatterbox self, he was talking again and he wasn't afraid of every person they met or sound they heard.  Ben was much relieved when they made the train ride home without incident.

 

CHAPTER 15

 

Upon their arrival home, Joe was much different than the frightened little boy Ben had taken to San Francisco.  He was not back to his usual self yet, but gradually he was regaining his confidence.  Although he was not talking a lot to the hands, he was talking more and more to his family and to Hop Tseng.  One day a rider from the rail road came to the Ponderosa, bringing a package for Joseph.  Inside was a scale replica of the train, including the private car they had ridden home in and an official engineer’s cap. Ben was a little concerned that the train that was identical to the one of the robbery might bring back scary memories, so he watched his son anxiously for his reaction.  Joe’s reaction was one of pure delight, “Look, Papa, a train with an engine and everything.  Will you play with me?”  For the next hour or two, the ledgers and account books of the Ponderosa had to wait while Father and son played trains.   When Adam and Hoss returned from their day’s work, they were met by the sight of Ben and Joe on the floor, playing with the train set.  Joe was wearing the train engineer’s cap and both of them were laughing.  Hoss and Adam laughed and immediately got down on the floor.  Hoss said, “Hey, short shanks, let me wear the cap some” and pulled it off Little Joe’s head.  They all four laughed at the sight of the small cap on Hoss’ head.

 

The next day was Saturday and after hearing that Little Joe was now recovered sufficiently to receive guests, a stream of visitors came by to see him.   First came Mrs. Blake, bringing Joseph brownies.  She was so relieved to see the progress that Little Joe had made.  Although he wasn’t quite the mischievous little stowaway she had first cared for on the train, he was certainly not the traumatized little boy he had been when she last saw him either.  When she started to leave, she bent down to tell him good bye and he gave her a hug and a smile that brightened her day.  The next visitors were Melody Spooner and her parents.  While their parents talked, Joe showed Melody  his room and his pony, all under the watchful eyes of Hop Tseng.  When they started to go, Melody leaned over to Little Joe and said, “You were so brave, Little Joe.  I am glad you are okay.”  Then she leaned over and gave him a kiss, causing him to blush and open his green eyes wider. 

 

On Sunday after going to church, Joe was almost his usual chatter box on the way home, telling them all kinds of things that he had noticed at church that they had not noticed.  When they got home, they had a quiet family dinner, except that Joe and his father again had a mini battle of wills over what Joe would eat.  Ben won this contest and Joe ate his vegetables before he had apple pie. 

 

That afternoon Adam and Hoss rode over to see some friends, leaving Ben and Joe in the house.  Joe and Ben played checkers, and Joe beat Ben in 3 out of 5 games.  Eventually Ben decided to go to the kitchen and make himself a cup of coffee and get Joe some milk and cookies.  He left Joe happily playing with the train set.  When Ben returned from the kitchen, his heart leapt into his throat because Joe was not there.  His trains were right where he had been playing with them, but he couldn’t see Joe anywhere.  Immediately he chided himself, realizing that Joe had probably gone upstairs to his room for something.  He quickly went upstairs to make sure.  However, Joe was not in his room, nor was he anywhere else upstairs.  Ben ran down the stairs, calling his son’s name.  He searched the great room to make sure he wasn’t hiding, but didn’t find him.  His heart was pounding in his chest and he was almost finding it hard to breathe---or he was holding his breath. 

 

He ran outside and looked on the porch, around the yard, and the corrals and still no sign of Joseph.  His next thought was the barn, so he ran to the barn to check and he again found no sign of Little Joe.  He knew he had to find him immediately, and he wished Adam and Hoss were there, because he wanted help to look for him. As he tried to think what to do, he heard Little Joe laugh.  He looked around, relieved and surprised, trying to determine where that laughter came from. He heard it again and this time was able to follow the origin of the laughter---the bunkhouse.  What in the world was he doing in the bunkhouse Ben wondered.  Although he had never told him to stay out of the bunkhouse, it was not exactly pleasing to Ben to think of him in there.  The hands frequently kept liquor in there and played cards and sometimes their language was a bit too colorful for his tastes.  He quietly went to the door and opened it very slowly and peered in.   There was his young son, completely absorbed in watching the poker game being played by the hands!  Ben was awestruck, from the familiarity of the scene, he was sure this was not the first time this had happened.  While he was watching one of the men held his cards up to Joe and said, “Okay, Joe, what do you think?  Should I fold or draw?”  Joe studied the cards for a couple of minutes, then said, “You better draw two cards.”  Brent, the holder of the cards said, “That’s just what I was thinkin’, pardner.”

JOSEPH FRANCIS CARTWRIGHT!” Ben yelled, startling not only Little Joe but the gamblers as well, they all jumped up, upsetting the card table and the game.   Joseph put on his most angelic face and smile and said, “Hi, Papa.”  "Get into the house, young man" Ben said and as Joe rushed by him, he gave him a swat on the behind for good measure.   Ben stayed and talked with the men, trying to get a handle on just how long Little Joe had been watching the hands play poker.  As he was walking back into the house, he realized just how much Joe had improved and he laughed.  He couldn't believe how glad he was to find out that his youngest son---mischief maker of all mischief makers, was up to mischief again.  He breathed a silent prayer of thanks and went inside to talk to his son about staying out of the bunkhouse.

 

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