The Great Train Robbery
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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.
“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
"What
do you want me to do with him?" Luke asked James.
"Should I tie
"Nah,
that ain't needed." James said, but then reconsidered, "Well,
I "Hey, kid, wake up" James said to Joe, shaking him
roughly
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
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
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.
James
seemed to be confused about his captive.
Too
exhausted and afraid to cry out loud, Joe cried silently, tears
streaming down his
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,
"Adam
and I hunted up there a couple of years ago, wasn't it?"
Adam about
you Adam?"
"Nope,
not one. But, Hoss, we were
hunting west side of the ridge. And
The
others nodded in agreement with his thinking.
"I remember there's a
"Almost
a road," Hoss amended his brother's statement.
"I may be
"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.
"Yeah,"
Hoss was almost as excited as Adam.
"Remember that smoke we
"You
thought about it," Adam almost laughed.
But, I'll bet that's where
"Wait
a minute, folks," Roy Coffee interjected.
"My guess is, we're not
The
men discussed various options and opinions about their best
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
"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."
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.
"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.
"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.
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. “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.
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.
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.
***The End***
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