Soul Mates

By Doreen

Prologue

It was another fine summer’s day; bright, warm and the sky brilliant china blue with massive fluffy clouds floating effortlessly high above the horizon. Far below on the sun baked ground, the San Francisco to Virginia City Overland Express stage coach swayed from side to side as each of the six horses pulling it strained in their harnesses, climbing the trail where tall Ponderosa pines grew on either side of the well worn and rutted road. 

The driver cracked his whip, skillfully weaving his team onward as the three passengers inside dozed fitfully under the glare of a hot mid day sun, when suddenly the bouncing coach, creaking and groaning on its leather straps lurched precariously around a sharp bend, causing one of its occupants to tilt forward and awake with a confused start. 

Steadying himself on the wooden door frame at his side, Joseph Cartwright pushed himself back in his seat, wiping his hand across a sweated forehead then easing out the crick in his neck as he glanced outside through the small stage window. He’d been away on business for a few weeks and unused to the stresses and strains of long meetings and dealings that had nearly worn him down to the point of mental exhaustion, the rhythmic swaying of the coach had quickly lulled him to sleep shortly after departing at sunrise from the final relay station on the return journey.  

As he’d slept many miles were covered by the galloping horses, and now noticing the familiar landscape where the snow crested peaks of the Sierra Nevada loomed on the distant horizon, Joe heaved a grateful sigh of relief. After four days traveling he’d soon be able to leave the cramped confines of the dusty and uncomfortable stage, and once again return to the Ponderosa and the comforts of home.

With the sun at its zenith the penetrating heat of day filled the interior of the coach and in the claustrophobic atmosphere Joe could feel globules of sweat running down his back, making his shirt cling to his body uncomfortably. He loosened his string tie and undid the top button of his shirt in an attempt to gain a degree of comfort then sank back onto his seat, stretching out his legs but careful not to disturb his fellow passengers. 

Having just turned eighteen years old, this had been Joe’s first solo trip away from the ranch without the watchful eye of an elder Cartwright continually on him; the young man entrusted with securing a contract for the ranch to sell the large herd of Texas long-horns that were driven over to the rail yards of Sacramento on the yearly cattle drive. 

Too young to be considered in the past, during family discussions on who would be the one to visit San Francisco that year Joe decided it was time he was given the opportunity to go, and so put his name forward as a prime candidate. Over a period of several evenings he argued his case eloquently in an attempt to convince his father he was now old enough and more than capable of negotiating a good deal with the many buyers of prime quality beef, throwing over silent pleading stares as Ben gazed thoughtfully at him. 

Finally, after much deliberation and a few sleepless nights, Ben agreed to his youngest son’s request, though Joe couldn’t fail to notice a fleeting look of doubt and unease pass over his father’s face. Adam and Hoss also exchanged skeptical glances with each other but remained silent, leaving Joe more than aware his family inwardly questioned the wisdom of allowing him loose and un-chaperoned in such a big city. However, choosing to ignore the looks Joe beamed over a broad smile of gratitude, promising he would not fail them though the trust and faith placed in him constantly weighed heavy on his young shoulders during his time away. 

Picking up his jacket that lay by his side on the bench seat, Joe pulled out a check nestling safely next to a contract within an inside pocket and read again the amount written in clear black ink. Much to his surprise and delight all had gone better than he could have ever dreamed possible; his quick wit, pleasant nature yet keen negotiating skills, making him a natural when securing top dollar for the Ponderosa’s cattle. A smile curved the side of his mouth and his eyes flashed happily. 

The legally binding agreement with the largest buyer from the Eastern States had been signed and sealed with one day to spare before he was due to return home, and he’d even managed to obtain five dollars more per head than Adam had the year before. He gave a silent chuckle, eager to see the look of astonishment on his eldest brother’s face and the pride in his father’s eyes when told of his success, and giving it a final satisfied glance, Joe returned the check once more to his jacket then studied his two fellow travelers who’d joined the stage en route for St. Louis. 

They were only around Joe’s age but obviously very much in love and he smiled softly as he gazed upon the tender sight of Molly and Jack Hunter, clinging together and continuing to doze with Molly’s head lying on her husband’s shoulder and his arm enfolding her protectively.  

Joe viewed them enviously for a few moments then turned his gaze away, his face darkening slightly as he recalled the previous evening when they’d all sat by a blazing log fire at the relay station, joking together, eating from a large pot of rabbit stew and drinking mugs of dark, strong coffee.  

During a lull in the conversation Molly had turned to a smiling and relaxed Joe, asking if he believed it possible to find a true soul mate during ones life time. It was then the happy expression on Joe’s face suddenly froze and his eyes glazed over with sadness, leaving him barely aware of the penetrating stare of the young woman on him as he’d nodded then turned to gaze soberly into the fire. 

However Molly was oblivious to the change in Joe’s demeanor as she continued to explain how she and Jack had realized they were soul mates from the day they met and after becoming engaged on her seventeenth birthday, had married a few weeks ago and were now embarking on a new life together in the mid-west. 

Neither noticed how Joe’s face had visibly paled as he’d listened to their tale, for though he’d successfully suppressed it over the past few months, Molly and Jack had awakened a deep rooted and unhappy memory which rose once again to the surface as tears welled in his eyes. He’d made his excuses and retired to bed early, leaving the young couple to gaze contentedly together into the fire, Jack holding his wife’s hand and fingering her wedding band absently and both blissfully unaware of the misery they’d unintentionally caused their fellow passenger.

As the stage continued to trundle along at a speedy pace a wheel suddenly dropped into a rut in the road and the coach swayed drunkenly, shaking Joe from his recollections of the previous evening. Tilting his hat down over his face he folded his arms across his chest and closed his eyes with a resigned sigh. 

He’d hoped to be spared the heartache but found himself thinking back, unable to stop his mind from wandering as once again he recalled the events that caused so much sadness during a fateful and tragic summer two years before….

**********

The early morning sun peeping over the horizon shone through the windows onto the dining table as Ben Cartwright walked down the stairs and looked over at his two eldest sons who were already eating their breakfast.

“Mornin’ Pa,” greeted Hoss, throwing his father a welcoming smile before returning to tuck into his large portion of ham and eggs. Adam poured out a fresh cup of coffee as Ben settled into his chair at the head of the table, and then handed it over to his father.

“That was the best night’s sleep I’ve had in weeks, and for once, I never heard a sound when you all got up!” Ben admitted, eyeing his eldest son warmly with a grateful nod and enjoying a long swallow of the strong flavored drink.

“We thought you deserved a lie-in, Pa, seeing as you were late getting back last night.”

Smiling his thanks, Ben took a few sips then replaced the near empty cup in its saucer, sighing contentedly, his expression softening as he glanced between the two men. “Sure feels good to be home. Much as I enjoy visiting Matt and Lydia in New Mexico, four weeks away from you boys and my own bed is four weeks too long!”

“You sure you’ve got your priorities right, Pa?” teased Adam with a grin. “Bet you missed your mattress more than us three!”

With a chuckle Ben shook his head. “Now Adam…surely you don’t expect me to answer that? Guess I’ll just have to plead the Fifth Amendment!”

Adam and Hoss threw each other a smile as Ben helped himself to a portion of the breakfast fare displayed on the table and was about to start eating when he sniffed the air and frowned in puzzlement, looking over at his eldest son.

“Is that your Bay Rum I can smell? Rather early in the day isn’t it?”

Swallowing down his last mouthful of bacon, Adam nodded his head, indicating up the stairs with his fork. “Little Joe asked if he could use some this morning.”

“You mean that smell is coming from Joseph?” asked Ben in astonishment. “He isn’t even shaving yet…is he?”

Pushing back his empty plate, Adam shook his head then heaved a heavy sigh. “I shall have to tell him he should be a little less liberal with its use, though,” he grumbled as he too smelt the distinctive odor permeate around the room. “He doesn’t seem to realize he only needs to use a small amount….not a handful!”

Hoss smiled and sat back on his chair, noting the bewildered expression on his father’s face and reached over. “Seems Little Joe is more than keen to make a good impression these days, Pa!” he explained, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. .

Pouring out another cup of coffee Ben threw a questioning glance between his two sons. “What’s going on with your brother?” he asked finally. “I left strict instructions he had to behave himself while I was gone or he would suffer the consequences. What’s he been up to this time?”

Adam shook his head and smiled. “Joe’s been as good as gold. He’s done every chore we’ve asked him to do without question.”

“Plus we ain’t had to drag him out of bed every mornin’ to get him to school,” added Hoss as he chewed on a bread roll. “He’s been up an’ dressed and keen to get goin’ as early as possible and even told us he’s been revising hard for end of year exams!”

Ben widened his eyes in surprise and pondered thoughtfully for a moment. “This is our Little Joe you’re talking about?” he asked as his eyes flashed in confused amusement. “The Little Joe who’s hated school his entire life and been given failing grades every year without exception!”  

Adam and Hoss smiled and nodded emphatically in unison. 

“Well, to say I’m amazed is an understatement! Such a change in attitude is certainly a transformation for the better as far as your brother is concerned, though I wish it had happened years ago,” acknowledged Ben happily as he began to cut up his food into small pieces. “It would seem the threat of my slipper on his backside when I returned has finally shown him the error of his ways!”

“Sorry Pa, but we have a sneaking suspicion that’s not the main reason why he’s behaving out of character these days,” replied Adam mysteriously as he looked over at Hoss who nodded in agreement.

Ben swallowed a mouthful of egg and gave him a puzzled stare. “What else can it be?”

“Not what but who Pa!” answered Hoss beaming a broad smile. “It seems little brother is eyein’ a certain filly in Virginia City!”

Ben frowned as he put down his fork and picked up his coffee cup. “Son, it’s too early in the morning for riddles. What on earth are you talking about? We’ve already told him he can choose a yearling for his birthday from the Paiute herd. Why is he looking at more horses in town?”

“No! You don’t understand!” laughed Hoss as he wiped his plate clean with the last of his bread roll. “This here filly is the two legged variety! Little Joe’s finally discovered girls…or at least one in particular!”

Ben spluttered out a mouthful of his drink. “Girls? When I left a month ago, the only female love of his life was his old pony!” he cried, wiping his mouth with his napkin. “At fifteen years old, he’s still far too young to be thinking seriously along those lines!”

“Really?” asked Adam with a grin, winking over towards his brother. “I seem to remember you telling us many tales of when you left home and soon discovered the fairer sex while sailing on the clipper ships all over the world!”

“Of course…but that was different! I was sixteen…..”   

As Adam raised his eyebrow questioningly, Ben visibly paled at the memory. 

“When you put it like that, Adam, I guess Joe is certainly not too young. Oh well, if girls have now come into the equation, maybe I should remind him of the ‘necessary’ talk I gave him a while ago.”

“Shucks Pa…he don’t need no remindin’!” protested Hoss with a chuckle. “Little Joe’s been listenin’ in at the bunk house for years, and as far as those birds and bees are concerned, I reckon he knows as much as is healthy for any teenager to know!”

Slightly relieved Ben heaved a grateful sigh at his middle son. “Well, he better continue to remember and behave himself. Just who is this particular filly….erm…young lady your brother has his eye on?”

“Miss Angelina Morgan no less!”

Sitting back in his chair Ben shook his head and frowned questioningly. “Morgan? Is she the daughter of the new lawyer who arrived in town a few weeks ago?” 

“That’s right, and from what I’ve heard, she’s a pretty little thing and I reckon Joe is really smitten with her!”

“Are you sure, Hoss?”  

Hoss nodded confidently and helped himself to another couple of slices of ham. “I’m positive, and it sure seems to have made him grow up quick…and I for one am truly grateful. Draggin’ a reluctant, screamin’ and bad tempered baby brother out of bed each morning is not somethin’ I’ve enjoyed over the past few years!”

Suddenly the front door could be heard closing and as Ben and his two sons turned their heads Joe came into view, the fifteen year old walking around the corner with a huge grin on his face. “Morning Pa…brother one…brother two,” he quipped cheekily as he slipped into his chair. “Good to have you back, Pa. Sure have missed you.”

“Missed you too, son,” Ben replied with a smile and watched Joe help himself to a plate full of scrambled eggs and take a sip from his glass of milk that had always been provided for him at every breakfast meal by their ever faithful cook and housekeeper, Hop Sing, since he was a small child.  

“I’ve finished all my chores,” Joe confirmed, glancing up at his elder brother, and as Adam gave a nod of thanks, Joe looked back towards Ben and his green eyes flashed happily. “I didn’t hear you get back last night. Did you manage to buy the prize bull from Mr. Tate?” he asked through a mouthful of food.

“Yes, son. Matt sold him for a very fair price, and though I looked in, you were fast asleep so I decided not to disturb the sleeping beauty!” 

Joe grinned then continued to tuck into his breakfast. “It’s a pity you slept in late this morning Pa. You sure missed a beautiful sunrise.”

Ben raised his eyebrows in mock surprise. “Is that right, son? I shall just have to make sure I get up earlier in future!” he declared with a chuckle. “Erm…you seem in a very good mood young man. You do realize you’re going to school this morning?”

“Of course I do! That’s why I’m up early and I’m always in a good mood these days,” replied Joe, smiling and glancing between his two brothers as if for confirmation of his statement. “It’s the new me!”

Hoss nodded and placed his arm fondly around his brother’s shoulder, noticeably sniffing the air. “This is the new you, Joe? Well, I hope he stays around a while. Sure had my bellyful of the old grumpy one!” 

Laughing good-heartedly Joe continued to demolish his breakfast with gusto.

“I hear you have a new classmate, son,” stated Ben finally as Joe pushed back his empty plate and gave a contented sigh. “Is Miss Angelina Morgan the reason for you using your brother’s most expensive cologne?”

The sound of her name brought an immediate change in Joe’s happy manner as he suddenly grew serious and nodded, reddening slightly. “Can you smell it?” he asked cautiously as he wiped his hand over his face and put his fingers to his nose. 

“Smell it? The amount you’ve used they’re probably able to sniff it over in Carson City!” murmured Adam sarcastically. Joe narrowed his eyes and immediately reverted back to a child hood habit of sticking out his tongue at his brother, then noticed Ben’s stern look on him. 

“Sorry, Pa…Adam,” he muttered apologetically, looking sheepishly between them. “Only it’s real important I try to impress Angelina today.”

“Impress her, Joseph? Why?” 

Joe didn’t answer straight away, keeping his gaze fixed on the table as he coughed nervously. Something was obviously troubling him and he returned to look at his father with a slightly forlorn expression. 

“I…I want to ask…” Joe began again, his voice in a tone so low it was barely audible. “I just want to ask her if she’ll come to the Founder’s Day picnic with me,” he said in almost a whisper, and bowing down his head sensed his brother’s eyes boring into him. He tensed, waiting for any sign of ridicule from them, but for once there was no hidden laughter in their eyes as Adam and Hoss studied their teenage brother thoughtfully.

“I see,” acknowledged Ben finally, raising an eyebrow. “The social is only a couple of weeks away, so you’re leaving it a bit late son. Hasn’t anyone else asked her before now?”

Joe quickly looked up at his father and without taking a breath the words tumbled out from him at break neck speed. “Well, every boy in the school has offered to take her, but she’s not agreed to go with any one of them…and I didn’t think I’d have a chance so I’ve held back til now…but then when she even turned down Mitch, he said I should try as I’ve nothin’ to lose and I’d regret it if I didn’t….but no one really thinks I stand a chance and reckon she must be real stuck up…but I know she isn’t though...she’s just shy and nervous being new and all…and when we’ve sat next to each other in class she’s smiled really sweet at me and…and…!”  

Joe took a deep gulp of air then glanced at the faces with mouths agape that stared over at him. “I really like her…like her a lot. I just hope she likes me enough to let me take her,” he concluded quietly but without much conviction.

Three pairs of sympathetic eyes viewed the youngest Cartwright and then a voice broke through the silence. 

“Seems like this young lady may be playing hard to get Joe,” advised Adam, a kindly smile on his face as he drained the last of his coffee. “But good luck anyway….just hope you won’t be too disappointed.” 

Joe glanced at his elder brother, appreciating the note of genuine concern in his voice as Adam wiped his mouth on a crisp white napkin then stood up and made his way to the front door. 

Nodding in agreement, Hoss pushed back his chair to follow. “Just give her that heart meltin’ smile of yours,” he offered by way of advice, lovingly slapping Joe’s back as he passed behind him. “She won’t be able to resist you then.”

Buckling on their gun belts, the two brothers reached for their hats and threw over a farewell before disappearing through the door to begin their daily chores, leaving Ben to settle back in his chair and study his youngest as Joe continued to drink down the glass of milk in front of him in one long swallow.

Ben suddenly wondered where the years had gone as he studied his youngest son closely. The baby of the family was certainly maturing into a handsome young man; shoulders broadening and his brown curly hair usually tousled and unruly was slicked and combed down tidily. How his dear Marie would have been so proud of him.

“Pa?” Joe asked finally, putting down the glass and wiping his hand across his mouth, unaware of his father’s thoughtful gaze upon him. “Can I ask you a question…man to man?”  

Ben nodded, shaken from his private musings and forcing back a grin as he viewed the serious expression on his son’s face. “Of course you can, Joseph. What do you want to know?”

Joe took a nervous swallow. “I’ve never asked a girl out before,” he stated with a slight tremble in his voice. “What do I do?” 

Ben regarded him for a moment. “You really like this young lady, don’t you, son.”

Joe’s innocent green eyes flashed wildly. “Oh yes! Since the first time I saw her, I knew she was special and I’ve never known anyone so beautiful,” he insisted enthusiastically and then suddenly drew a breath and stared at his father apologetically. “Excepting Ma of course!”

Ben gave a soft smile and pushed his chair back easing himself over to sit by Joe’s side, and placing a finger under his chin raised his head so father and son stared directly into each other’s eyes. “Well Joe, all I can say is be yourself and she will be bound to see the kind, caring and loving young man that I am proud to call my son. If that isn’t enough for her to accept your invitation, then she doesn’t deserve you,” he stated wisely.

Joe frowned, slightly embarrassed and chewed at his lip. “Thanks Pa. I’ll do my best to show her the real me.”

“I’m sure you will, Joseph,” answered Ben encouragingly, giving him a reassuring smile.    

Suddenly the clock by the front door began to strike the hour. 

“I’d better go. Angelina is always at school early and I want to ask her before everyone else turns up,” Joe explained, placing his arms around his father’s neck in a loving embrace. “Love you Pa,” he whispered as Ben reciprocated, holding his son tight and appreciating the closeness between them before Joe released himself and pushed his chair back, the scent of Adam’s expensive after shave still noticeably lingering at the breakfast table.  

Hurriedly, Joe walked over to the credenza and picked up his hat and Ben noticed a momentary hesitation as his son stood by the door; then taking a deep breath, Joe planted his hat firmly on his head in a determined fashion. “Bye, Pa,” he cried, giving his father a farewell wave before walking over to the barn to saddle up his pony. 

Ben followed, standing by the open door and staring at the disappearing back of his youngest. “Good luck Joseph,” he murmured tenderly as his eyes suddenly watered, and then wiping his eyes, he looked over at a photograph of a smiling Marie that stared at him from his desk. 

“Oh to be young and in love my darling,” he chuckled quietly as he turned back into the room and closed the door firmly behind him.

**********

The journey to school seemed to flash bye in a blur for Joe as he cantered along the road, nervous, deep in thought and his mind in a spin. He tried to think what he should say and how to ask her, but the more he thought the more his brain seemed to become befuddled until it came to a point where he could hardly string two words together coherently, never mind a sentence! 

He chided himself. “Come on Joe! After all…she’s only a girl!”

Only a girl! What an understatement he mused as he remembered the first time he’d set eyes on Angelina. 

He’d been half-asleep, annoyed and fed up at being forced out of his warm bed yet again by Hoss just to attend school. After all, Joe had reasoned, in a matter of a few weeks he would be leaving to begin working full time on the Ponderosa along side his father and brothers, so what use was it to study hard for the final exams coming up? He had no intention of going to college like Adam, so there didn’t seem much point trying to gain higher grades, he’d decided. 

Bored and disinterested, he’d doodled absently on his slate with a piece of chalk, then looked up through half-closed eyes as his teacher entered the room and introduced a new pupil to the class, Miss Angelina Morgan. She was indeed a beautiful girl and a sight to behold with her slim figure, clear pearly white skin, gray eyes that flashed warm and friendly and corn-colored hair that cascaded over her shoulders.

Her father had worked for a law firm in Tucson Arizona, and continued to bring her up single-handed rather than send her to live with her grandparents in New York after the death of her mother at the age of five. Father and daughter had been happy and content for the past ten years, but when the opportunity came for him to open up his own law practice in Virginia City, Angelina’s father had decided to uproot them both and start a new life in Nevada.

Angelina had looked around nervously at her new classmates, and as her eyes fell on Joe, he’d sat up, instinctively smiling over a welcome and unable to tear his gaze from the vision of loveliness as she’d been shown to the spare seat by his side. Easing herself down, Angelina accidentally knocked her bare arm against him and placed her hand on his in apologetic fashion. Her warm touch sent a tingle against Joe’s skin, the like of which he’d never known before. 

For Joe, it was love at first sight as his heart beat faster and faster within his chest and his face blushed with embarrassment. Then for days afterwards, the usually vivacious and talkative young man, never known to be shy or flustered, became very nervous, clumsy and awkward in her presence, not knowing what to say, stuttering and feeling a complete and utter fool. Other pupils in their class subsequently drew Angelina away from the tongue-tied Joe and he’d kept his distance, his self-confidence at an all time low and thinking he was no competition for the other boys who flocked around the pretty teenage girl like flies to a honey pot. 

However, he still felt himself continually drawn towards her by an unknown force, and when she’d confided in him a few days later that she enjoyed arriving at school well before lessons began, Joe made a point of leaving home early so he could be alone with her for a short while before the other students made an appearance. Within a couple of days, he’d relaxed and lost his gawkiness, regaining his easy charm and self-esteem as they sat together, chatting and laughing and comfortable in each other’s company.

During one of their first early morning conversations, they discovered that coincidentally both their birthdays fell on the same day. It caused much amusement when Angelina worked out Joe was actually six hours younger than her and he’d joked she certainly looked a good deal older. Scolding with feigned anger, Angelina swatted him hard on his backside, sending Joe sprawling into a puddle on the ground and he’d sat up, face and hands covered in mud, setting the two of them off giggling uncontrollably.  

After that, their friendship blossomed even more. Angelina, who was also a clever and eager student, encouraged Joe in his lessons, helping him and pushing him to such a degree his grades soon turned from the lowest to the highest within a few short weeks, much to her delight and his amazement.

Joe knew he had fallen in love with the slim, golden haired girl, whose lively smile and gentle musical laugh was contagious to all who heard it. But he kept his feelings to himself, and even when Angelina declined the many offers to escort her to the up and coming picnic, he couldn’t bear to face her rejection so remained silent and content with the friendly relationship that had developed between them. 

Until now!

Joe eventually arrived at school and quickly led his pony to the sheltered lean-to, watering and making her comfortable before making his way over to the open play yard. In a far corner, under the branches of a full leaved oak tree, a figure sat almost motionless, reading intently and occasionally swatting away a fly from her face. Angelina looked up and smiled a welcome as Joe walked over, returning her greeting with a nervous grin. 

“Morning, Little Joe,” she smiled, marking the page in her book before closing and placing it down on the floor. Feeling a nervous sweat building up within him, Joe took off his hat and eased down as Angelina looked at him directly, her eyes boring into him questioningly. 

“You look very serious. Is something the matter?” she asked with a concerned voice.    

Joe swallowed hard then shook his head, gazing into her gray eyes. “No. I just want to ask you something.” There was a moment’s pause. 

“Well?” Angelina prompted, her voice light and friendly. 

Gulping, Joe tore his gaze away and looked down at his boots, momentarily distracted as he wished for all his worth he had remembered to clean them as he noticed the scuff marks on the leather toes. “Can…will…may I escort you to the Founder’s Day Picnic?” he stuttered finally, looking up at her as he awaited the inevitable rejection. 

Angelina however gave an excited cry and smiled happily. “Oh yes, Little Joe. I’d love you to!”

With his green eyes widening in utter surprise Joe took a deep gulp of air. “You do?”   

“Of course!”

“But…but you’ve turned down all the other boys who’ve wanted to take you!”  

Angelina gave a gentle smile. “That’s because I’ve been waiting for the right boy to ask me…and you certainly took your time!” she laughed, her eyes sparkling with joy. 

A slow grin appeared on Joe’s face. “I didn’t think I’d stand a chance…that’s why I’ve taken so long.”

“Oh Little Joe,” Angelina murmured softly through lowered eyelashes. “Surely you must know how much I really like you by now?”   

Shaking his head, Joe sighed and gave a nervous smile. “Guess I haven’t had much experience…with girls,” he stated hesitatingly, then stared at her incredulously. “You…really like me?” he blurted out, grinning like an idiot as he suddenly realized what she’d said.

Angelina gazed at him shyly. “Please don’t laugh, Joe, but the truth is, when I first saw you, I knew you were someone special. I’ve always hoped you thought…”   

Joe gave a serious nod, his smile now gone. “Yes, it was the same for me,” he interrupted quickly. “I think you’re wonderful.” 

Angelina’s eyes flashed happily. “And I think you are too,” she whispered in his ear and then quickly standing picked up her book and put out her arm. Joe gave a bashful smile then tentatively took hold of Angelina’s outstretched hand and allowed her to pull him onto his feet.  

As they faced each other, Joe squeezed her fingers gently then leant forward, and with the audacity of a nervous adolescent, planted an impromptu kiss on her lips, causing Angelina to flinch back, surprise showing on her face as she blushed profusely.

“I’m sorry,” Joe apologized quickly, noticing the color on Angelina’s cheeks and mistaking it for displeasure. “I didn’t mean to act improper. I just thought…well, after what you said…guess I was wrong.”

A slow smile lighted her gray eyes. “Joe?”

Kicking himself for making such a blunder Joe took a nervous swallow. “Yes?”

“You weren’t wrong.”

Joe felt a warmth flood over him and he beamed a smile, a mutual attraction now established between them as they stood happily hand in hand while a familiar sounding bell rang out calling the students to lessons. Reluctantly releasing his grip, Joe scooped up his hat from the ground and pushed it down on his head as Angelina slipped her arm through his and together they turned and walked towards the school, unembarrassed and oblivious to the many surprised stares and whispered comments offered by fellow pupils. 

However, being two of the most likable and popular students, there were no childish taunts thrown their way, and from that day on their lives glowed in continuous sunshine as Joe and Angelina became the center of each other’s world.

**********

Two weeks later the social occasion of the year for the citizens of Virginia City arrived; everyone who was anyone attending the Virginia City Founder’s Day Picnic without fail. The day dawned warm and sunny and Joe rushed through the front door, his chores completed and looking anxiously at the clock by the front door as he took his seat and sipped at his glass of cool milk.

Footsteps could be heard making their way down the stairs and Ben looked over in surprise as he noticed his youngest son already sat at the table and eating his breakfast. “My…you are an early bird,” he commented with a laugh as he pulled out his chair and sat down. “Have you done your chores already?”

Joe nodded emphatically. “I didn’t want to be late, Pa,” he stated as he emptied his plate in quick fashion. 

“But you have plenty of time yet, Joe,” said Ben kindly. “It doesn’t start until after midday!”

Joe looked over, his voice choked with unease and his face serious. “I know…but…I kind of said I’d go over to Angelina’s early…you know…to introduce myself to her father. She thought he’d appreciate the gesture.”

The importance of the day for Joe was not lost on Ben as he heard the quiver in his voice and sensed the nervousness he felt. He studied his son tenderly, well aware of Joe’s desire to do everything correctly, for Little Joe the child had seemingly disappeared over the past few weeks to be replaced by a conscientious and caring young man. 

“Mr. Morgan is going to be very impressed by your good manners and thoughtfulness,” Ben smiled, placing his hand affectionately on his son’s arm. “I’m sure everything’s going to be fine.”

Joe nodded, his father’s words giving him confidence as Adam and Hoss suddenly appeared, yawning loudly as they made their way slowly down the stairs and each squinting and narrowing their eyes from the bright morning light. 

“You two look like you could do with an extra hour in bed,” commented Ben, eyeing them with a questioning look. “Late night in Virginia City?”

Both nodded, their pale faces a sure indication of the vast amount of beer they had consumed during their evening at the Founders Day Eve Celebrations at the Silver Dollar saloon. As they sat down, Ben poured out two mugs of black coffee and passed them over, looking between his two eldest sons as they drank it gratefully.

“I hope you’re taking note, Joseph,” instructed Ben as he shook his head in feigned dismay. “This is what happens when you partake of too much liquor!” 

Joe peered at his brothers then sat back and folded his arms, well aware they were suffering from a hangover. “Don’t worry, Pa. I ain’t ever gonna get drunk…not if I end up looking as ugly as those two!” he declared as Adam and Hoss glared over bleary eyed. However, as a thought suddenly came to him, he turned in his seat and tugged at his big brother’s sleeve.

“You will be coming to the social won’t you?” Joe asked Hoss anxiously. “I told Angelina I’d introduce you all and she’s really looking forward to it.”

“Don’t you go frettin’ yourself, Little Joe; I’ll be there!” confirmed Hoss as he gulped down his coffee then placed a couple of slices of ham on his plate. “Just need somethin’ in my stomach, then I’ll be as good as new.”

Joe gave a grateful smile then looked across the table. “What about you, Adam?”

Toying with the small portion of scrambled egg he’d just placed on his plate and wondering whether it was wise or not to actually eat anything, Adam put down his fork and stared over at his brother. “Oh, I’ll be there, buddy…but don’t expect me to stay around for long. I have a feeling Abigail may be on the prowl so I need to keep myself on the move!”

As he sank back in his chair with a sigh, Adam awaited the inevitable laughter and he was not to be disappointed. His father and brothers chortled gleefully, for they all knew the local school mistress, Miss Abigail Jones, had a soft spot for the eldest Cartwright son and took every opportunity to corner him and try to gain his attention, and this fact causing much hilarity within the family.

“Don’t worry, Adam,” Joe reassured him as calmness once more settled between them. “Angelina told me last week Miss Jones has agreed to be escorted by her father. Looks like you’re not the flavor of the month this time!”

A bright spark of relief flashed through Adam’s blood shot eyes and then his face darkened. “And you’ve left it til now to tell me?” he demanded, having dreaded the thought of being chased all afternoon by Abigail.

“Oh…guess I forgot all about it,” teased Joe mischievously, feigning a serious expression on his face, though the twinkle in his eyes was unmistakable.

“Little brother…if I thought for one minute you’d ‘forgotten’ on purpose,  I’d be round this table and putting you over my knee!” cried Adam sulkily as he once again rubbed his throbbing forehead. “As it is, I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt…plus I haven’t got the strength to move fast at the moment!” 

Joe stifled a laugh at his elder brother’s delicate state then looked back at his father. “Angelina can’t wait to meet you as well, Pa.” 

Ben smiled politely and nodded. “I’m looking forward to it son. After hearing you talk about her so much, it’s about time I met the young lady who seems to have put you in a permanent good mood!” 

Joe blushed slightly then gave his father a pleading stare. “Please may I take the buggy to pick up Angelina? I’ll drive it real careful. I promise!”

Ben studied him thoughtfully for it was a well known fact Joe had a streak of wild recklessness that threatened at times to keep him in constant trouble of one kind or another. However, as he noticed the earnest look on his face, Ben smiled softly and gave a slight nod. “Very well, Joseph, but just make sure you take it easy young man! No showing off!”

“Thanks, Pa,” replied Joe excitedly, his voice noticeably rising in volume. “Can I use some of your cologne again Adam?”  

His elder brother cringed slightly, closing his eyes as Joe’s voice reverberated around his ears. “Suppose so,” he murmured hoarsely. “But not quite so much this time; otherwise, you might just attract every wasp and fly in the vicinity!”

Amused at his brother’s continuing fragile state, a smiling Joe threw him a whispered thank you before deliberately calling out in a loud voice towards his father. “May I be excused? I need to get changed into my Sunday best.” 

As Adam visibly shuddered at the loud decibels thrown towards him, Ben chuckled and nodded and Joe noisily pushed back his chair and made his way towards the stairs. 

“Don’t you worry about the buggy, Little Joe,” shouted Hoss through a mouthful of bread, now feeling much better and smiling gleefully as he watched his elder brother continue to suffer. “I’ll hitch it up for you. Wouldn’t want you gettin’ dirty before you’ve even set off!”   

“Gee…thanks Hoss, that’d be great. At least I’ll be able to create a good first impression with Mr. Morgan if I turn up looking neat and tidy,” Joe called out before disappearing around the corner onto the landing.

Adam slowly opened his eyes and exchanged glances with his father and brother as the sound of Joe’s bedroom door closing echoed from above. “He’s certainly making a big effort for his first date,” he acknowledged, pushing away his untouched breakfast as his stomach continued to churn nauseously from the previous night’s excess, and then poured out another cup of black coffee. 

Ben nodded in agreement. “Did you know he even offered to get a haircut?”

Hoss’ jaw dropped and he stared at his father incredulously. “He offered? Ain’t ever thought I’d see the day. Looks like Little Joe’s growing up fast!”

Ben gave a chuckle. “I said he offered Hoss but he hasn’t actually made it through the door of the barber’s shop on his own yet!”  

Blue eyes flashed with amusement as Hoss exchanged a smile with his father.  “Well, it’s a start Pa!”

“He’s obviously in the throes of his first love…I recognize the signs!” interrupted Adam as he took a sip of his drink. “Maybe I should give him some brotherly advice? After all, he’s still only a kid and hasn’t had to go through the trauma of a broken heart yet and won’t know what to expect when it hits him!”

Hoss nodded in agreement as Ben stroked his chin thoughtfully.

“A kid he may still be, but I have the feeling he wouldn’t appreciate us interfering at the moment,” Ben commented with fatherly concern. “No, he’s just going to have to find out the hard way when the time comes, but I hope for all our sakes it doesn’t end in too many tears.”

**********

Blissfully unaware he’d been the main topic of his family’s conversation at breakfast, Joe arrived later that morning on the outskirts of Virginia City, pulling to a halt by the front gate of a pretty whitewashed house surrounded by a picket fence, feeling light headed and his heart fluttering wildly. Was this what it’s like to be in love, he mused excitedly before he stepped down, brushing away a covering of dust from his jacket with his sweated hands then removing his hat and finger-combing his unruly curls into place before checking his boots were still polished and without scuff marks.  

Taking a deep breath, he then walked up to the front door, but just as he was about to knock, it opened and Angelina stepped through, wearing a dress of pretty pink and her golden hair falling over her shoulders and shining in the sunlight. They exchanged smiles, and as the sweet fragrance of lavender toilet water filled the air, she reached out and took hold of his hand.

“Morning, Joe. I was hoping you’d get here early,” she admitted, hardly believing the ungainly boy who’d smiled a welcome on her first day at school was now standing in front of her, a straight-backed and handsome young man in a dark blue suit and black string tie, his face twisted into a grin of pure happiness.  

Joe squeezed her fingers and gave her a peck on the cheek before taking a deep breath and swallowing nervously. “Well, I’d better get it over with and meet your Pa.”

Angelina gave a soft chuckle. “Don’t look so worried. He isn’t an ogre and won’t eat you!”

Feeling slightly relieved at this revelation, Joe followed Angelina into the house then placing his hat by his side he sat down on the settee and looked around while Angelina ran upstairs, calling for her father. 

Although a frequent visitor to the Morgan home, this was the first time he’d actually been inside and he sat in awe as he stared round at the three sides of the room that were filled with shelves, all heaving under the weight of hundreds of books. He stood up and began to study the varied array of reading material. No wonder Angelina loved to read with so much to choose from, he mused, thinking how his elder brother would be in seventh heaven given the opportunity to look through the vast number of titles. 

A comfortable armchair was on one side of the fireplace and above the mantelpiece hung a portrait of a beautiful young woman who seemed to look directly into his eyes as Joe stared at it intently. He guessed it must be Angelina’s mother because the similarities between her and her daughter were unmistakable; the same gray eyes, golden colored hair, piled high on her head, and a smile that conveyed warmth and tenderness.

Suddenly muffled footsteps could be heard on the carpet and Joe looked around as Lucas Morgan walked down the stairs and entered the room. He was a tall man in his early forties, slightly portly in build but with a handsome clean shaven face. His short brown hair, graying at the temples, was neatly combed and he carried a dark colored jacket over his arm. Sweating nervously, Joe stood up then pushed out a hand and gave a hesitating greeting.

“Good day, sir…I’m Joseph Cartwright…It’s a pleasure to meet you.” 

Looking over horn-rimmed spectacles Lucas grunted a mumbled welcome and shook Joe’s hand, seemingly reluctantly, his severe gaze constantly on Joe as he eyed him up and down. “So you’re the young man who’s been trifling with my little girl’s affections,” he growled menacingly. “I wondered whether you’d be brave enough to show up!”

Joe noticeably paled as Angelina walked behind her father and gave him a playful punch on the arm. “Really, Pa! Stop teasing Joe and trying to frighten him to death!”

Her father gave a quirky grin and looked over at his daughter as she stood by Joe’s side. “Don’t worry,” she reassured him as she took hold of his hand. “Pa always likes to pretend to be real fierce…but he’s just putting on an act.”

“He is?” squeaked Joe, totally taken in by the performance. 

With a laugh, Lucas stared over with twinkling eyes at the young couple. “Sorry, young fella…but you looked so scared when I came in here, I couldn’t resist it!”

Joe gave a sigh of relief. “That’s all right, sir. But you sure had me convinced,” he answered, noticing how father and daughter smiled in the same kind and friendly way. Angelina disappeared into the kitchen as her father eased himself into his chair and indicated for Joe to sit down on the settee.   

“I’ve heard The Ponderosa is the largest spread in the territory,” Lucas queried with a friendly smile as he removed his glasses and placed them in his pocket.

Joe settled back onto his seat and nodded. “Yes, it sure is, sir,” he admitted, the pride in his voice impossible to miss. “And my Pa and brothers are really lookin’ forward to meeting you at last.”

Lucas nodded appreciatively. “Since arriving in Virginia City, I’ve found myself so busy it’s been difficult finding the time to ride out and introduce myself to all the ranch owners.”

“I could escort you around during the picnic,” Joe offered gallantly. “I know just about all the folk around here who’ll be turning up.”  

Lucas found himself genuinely warming to the young man and gave him a look of thanks. “That’s very kind of you to offer, Joseph, but Miss Jones has already volunteered, plus I have a feeling my daughter wouldn’t want me taking up all your time on such a task!”

Joe nodded as Angelina reappeared and placed a tray containing three glasses of lemonade onto a small table, handing over one each then sitting down by Joe’s side. Lucas Morgan took a sip then wiped a hot and sweaty brow and winced slightly with pain and she gave him a worried glance. 

“Are you feeling all right, Pa? You look a little flushed.” 

Her father continued to wipe his face with a handkerchief and nodded over as he rubbed his chest. “I’m fine, Angel. Just slight indigestion and feeling the heat, I guess.”

Swallowing a mouthful of lemonade, Joe put down his glass and gave a smile. “Angel?” he echoed curiously. 

“That was my mother’s nickname for me, Joe,” Angelina admitted, exchanging a brief glance with her father. “It’s sort of a private family one…I only like my Pa to use it now.” 

Suddenly feeling slightly intrusive as he caught the intimate look thrown between them, Joe took a sip of his drink then diplomatically changed the subject. 

“You have a fine variety of books Mr. Morgan. Ever since my brother Adam returned from college in Boston, he’s just been collecting one after the other til his bedroom is crammed with them. He’d sure love looking through all these and that’s a fact!”

Lucas looked around the walls, smiling contentedly. “I’ve always loved the written word, no matter what the subject,” he admitted as he cast his eyes on the various shelves. “If your brother ever wants to come and borrow any, he is more than welcome.” Joe gave a grateful smile and nodded as Lucas took a deep swallow of his drink then regarded his guest once again with interest. “Both you and Angelina will be graduating in a few weeks. What are you aiming to do then, Joseph? Do you want to go to college like your brother?”

Joe shook his head emphatically. “Oh no sir! I haven’t the brains to follow in Adam’s footsteps, that’s for sure!”

“Don’t under sell yourself, young man! My daughter tells me you have a very quick mind and that you’ve been working extremely hard over the past weeks with your school work.”

Looking slightly embarrassed, Joe gave a nod. “I have Angelina to thank for that. She’s given me a lot of help and encouragement lately. But I still intend to remain around here and work on the Ponderosa, helping Pa and my brothers run the ranch. It’s all I’ve ever wanted to do. Besides….” Joe shifted uncomfortably on his seat as he glanced at Angelina. “I wouldn’t want to leave…everyone,” he continued and suddenly felt an arm slip through his as Angelina’s fingers tightened and she gave him a tender smile.

Lucas regarded the young couple thoughtfully for a moment, noting the caring relationship that had seemingly developed between them. He gave an inward sigh, knowing he could never confront his daughter with the fact that, at nearly sixteen, she was still far too young to have intense emotional feelings for someone. After all, his own wife had been only seventeen years old when she’d married him, ten years her senior; the two of them felt a deep and natural affinity with each other from the day they met.  

As Joe exchanged a knowing look with Angelina, he then cast a nervous eye towards her father. “I was meaning to ask you, sir,” he said as Lucas shook himself from his reverie.

“Yes, Joseph?”

Aware of what he was about to request, Angelina sat up and took hold of Joe’s hand to give him moral support.  

“Angelina and I will both be sixteen on the same day next month. Would you allow us to have a joint party…on the Ponderosa? Pa says he’ll be happy to organize it.”

Lucas raised his eyebrows. “What a coincidence to share your birthdays,” he acknowledged with surprise and then gave his daughter a questioning look. “Is this what you want, Angel? Don’t you want a party of your own for your 16^th Birthday?”

Angelina’s eyes searched her father’s face as she shook her head gently. “No, Pa. I’d really like to share it with Joe, more than anything.”

With her chin set and lips tight, Lucas could see his daughter’s mind was made up and he’d have no chance of changing it. “Well, if it’s what you want, so be it,” he agreed with a smile. “I’ll accept your offer, Joseph, but I insist on contributing to some of the cost.”

Angelina jumped up and rushed over, affectionately placing her arms around her father’s neck and kissing his cheek with gratitude. Then as she straightened Lucas pulled out a small fob watch from his shirt pocket and gave it a cursory glance.

“Well I’m afraid I shall have to leave you two now,” Lucas declared before downing the last of his drink. “I’ve arranged to pick up Miss Jones just after noon, and I don’t want to keep her waiting.”

Angelina gave Joe a smile then picked up the empty glasses. As she walked through to the kitchen, Lucas gave him another thoughtful look. “I can see my daughter thinks a lot of you, Joseph; I’ve never seen her looking so happy. But take care of her; otherwise, you will have me to contend with. You understand what I’m saying?” 

The hidden innuendo was not lost on Joe as he looked him straight in the eye, his face sober. “I would never do anything to hurt her, Mr. Morgan. She means far too much to me.”

Lucas nodded, touched by the genuine sincerity and seriousness of Joe’s manner. “That’s good to hear, young man. I can see we’re going to get along just fine.”

Pushing himself out of his chair, Lucas put on his jacket then stretched out his arm again towards Joe. “It’s been a pleasure meeting you. I can understand now why my daughter holds you in such high regard.” 

Feeling slightly embarrassed, Joe stood up and shook the outstretched hand. He glanced at Angelina, who’d been standing in the doorway and who hurriedly picked up a clothes brush and began to wipe stray hairs from her father’s shoulders.  

“We’ll see you at the picnic then Pa. I’ve packed the food already…plenty of your favorites,” the girl declared.

Her father smiled with gratitude, and once she’d finished brushing his coat, leaned over, gently pressing his lips against her forehead. “Thank you, my dear,” he whispered before picking up his hat from a peg on the wall and once more wiping his perspiring face as he opened the front door. “I’ll see you both in a short while,” he cried over, throwing his daughter a broad wink which conveyed a silent message that he both welcomed and approved of her beau, before disappearing from view. 

Angelina sighed happily as the door closed; she turned to stand behind Joe, holding him around the waist and appreciating the fragrance of manly cologne as he stared up at the portrait above the mantle. She followed his gaze.

“Pa painted that and gave it to my mother for her 21^st birthday present,” she told him, resting her chin on Joe’s shoulder and giving a soft smile. “Apparently he’d always wanted to be an artist but my grandparents insisted he went to Law School instead.” 

Joe raised his eyebrows and nodded. “Your Pa sure has a wonderful talent.”

“He tells me I look more like Mama every day,” Angelina whispered wistfully as Joe took hold of her hands and squeezed them gently. 

“She was very beautiful…just like her daughter,” he acknowledged, turning his head to give her a sidelong glance. 

Angelina smiled shyly then moved over to stand by his side, placing her head on his shoulder as Joe wrapped his arm around her and the couple continued to gaze up at the face that looked down on them. “Mama was just turned sixteen when she met Pa, but as soon as they set eyes on each other, they both knew they were destined to be together,” she told Joe as he tightened his grip around her shoulder.

“Pa used to say that about when he first met my Ma in New Orleans,” Joe admitted, thinking back to the many times he’d asked his father to tell him the story over the years. “She was riding her horse and nearly ran him over on the street, but as soon as he saw her, he sensed she was someone special. Then he met her again, and after a week, they both knew they loved each other. Pa even asked her to marry him within a fortnight! It was a whirlwind romance but they both knew they were meant for each other.”

Angelina sighed softly, appreciating the romantic tale. “Truly soul mates,” she murmured dreamily. “Pa used to tell me how Mama always thought they were soul mates as well.”

Joe’s brow furrowed slightly. “Soul mates? I don’t understand?” 

Angelina pulled away from Joe’s embrace and reached over, picking up a book that lay on a small table and handed it over. “I didn’t understand what he meant either until I read this.”

“Greek Mythology? You found what it means in here?” asked Joe quizzically as he opened the book and flicked through the pages. 

Angelina nodded. “According to legend, all people on earth were originally given four arms and legs, one head yet two faces.” 

Joe was about to make a frivolous remark that he was sure he’d seen such creatures coming out of his brother’s bedrooms occasionally, but noticed the serious look on Angelina’s face so remained silent as she continued. 

“Anyhow, a God by the name of Zeus feared they’d become too powerful, so he decided to split everybody in two at birth and condemn them to spend their lives searching for their other half.”

“But what’s it got to do with soul mates?” asked Joe, suddenly finding himself riveted by the story as he returned the book to the table.

“Soul mates are those lucky enough to find their other half and make themselves complete and whole again within a lifetime.”

“Oh, I see. Just like our parents,” acknowledged Joe, now understanding its meaning and a thoughtful silence settling between them as Joe gazed at her questioningly. “What about us? Do you think it’s possible we could be soul mates?”  

Without hesitation Angelina nodded emphatically. “We were destined to find each other…to fall in love. I just know it!”   

Joe stared at her as hope warred with uncertainty within his eyes, hardly daring to believe she could love him as much as he loved her. “Does this mean you…you love me?”

Angelina returned the stare and her mouth curled into a gentle curve, etching an image on Joe’s mind that he knew he would never forget. “Yes, I love you,” she answered softly then her expression changed slightly to one of wary unease as the smile faded from her face. “Don’t you feel the same about me?”

“Of course I do! What’s there not to love?” he returned happily, and in an instant, Angelina flung herself into his arms, holding him tight as if her life depended on it. 

Joe stumbled back, looking down at her face as she exchanged a broad smile with him. “May…may I kiss you?” he finally asked a little nervously.

With a similarly nervous expression, Angelina nodded, and as he slowly pressed his lips on hers momentarily, their lack of experience showed as their first real kiss was initially fumbled and hesitant. However, within a few heartbeats, they gained confidence as it became gentle, soft and lingering, the world outside the room seeming to disappear until eventually and reluctantly they drew apart, surprised yet delighted at the intensity of their feelings for each other.

“Wow!” Joe mumbled in a whispered tone at the first experience of sensual pleasure they’d shared as they took deep breaths and their eyes remained locked; no other words were needed as they both realized the friendship between them had now changed and their relationship had moved on to a more mature, loving and committed level.  

Angelina stepped forward again, confidently placing her head on Joe’s chest as he buried his face in her hair. They stood together in an eerie world of their own for several minutes, content to hold each other tight and neither willing to move or speak and so break the magic spell that seemed to weave its way around them. Suddenly a small clock on the mantelpiece chimed the half hour and Joe heaved a deep sigh, reluctantly pulling away from her loving grasp. “We’d better go. I promised Pa I’d meet up with him as soon as possible”

Angelina gave a silent nod, wiping away tears of happiness and straightening her hair as she walked into the kitchen and took hold of the picnic basket then returned to stand by Joe’s side. As he retrieved his hat from the settee, she took hold of his hand, looking momentarily at the portrait of her mother. 

“Joe…you can call me Angel…if you want,” she stated softly, the implication of her statement clear to them both as Joe gave a knowing nod and they traded a private loving smile before making their way outside.

**********

By the time they arrived at the venue to the south of Virginia City, seemingly half the population were already enjoying the festivities, taking the opportunity to swap tales and gossip with their friends and neighbors in the warm summer sunshine. 

At the edge in a small clearing, the highly competitive game of horseshoes was taking place, men and boys alike forming in queues to take part, while down by the narrow creek, races for the younger children were all ready in full swing, the squealing and cheering of young and old filling the air.

Music could be heard from a small brass band, and a delicious smell from the communal roast beef spit wafted over the meadow. There were long trestle tables laid out in rows, all groaning under the weight of home-made pies, cakes, biscuits and preserves; the Ladies of the Townswomen’s Guild congregating enmasse as they watched a flustered and uncomfortable Sheriff Coffee as he judged the various produce with some trepidation. The blue ribbons for first prize were always fiercely fought and contested for by the genteel women of the town, and feeling the competitive tension between all the ladies of the Guild growing by the minute, the poor man inwardly prayed for the bank to be robbed just so he could have a good excuse to be hauled away and leave the judging to some other poor official!

There was a small stall selling candy, already surrounded by wide eyed excited children, each tightly clutching a precious penny. Another table had been cleared for the pie-eating contest where two men, the only contestants and both equally as large as each other were sat, staring with watered mouths at the many delicious fruit pies awaiting their consumption. A small crowd encircled them, some taking bets as to who could eat the most at one sitting, and a few yards away more were gathered around a table designated for the arm-wrestling competition. 

Joe carefully assisted Angelina down from the buggy, and taking hold of the wicker basket, looked about the thronging crowd as he held her hand tightly. “It’s going to be hard to see Pa amongst all these folk,” he commented then suddenly grinned. “Over there! I can spot Hoss’ hat a mile away!”

Slowly weaving their way through the mass of people, they passed close by the young men and boys who were engrossed watching the arm-wrestling. Joe yelled over to his friend, Mitch Devlin, who was already proving to be a formidable contestant as he successfully forced another opponent’s hand onto the table to the delight of the cheering crowd.

“Hey Mitch! You the champion yet?” Joe yelled over with a laugh. The smile on Mitch’s face was testament to his success as he nodded and waved a hand in acknowledgement. 

“Aren’t you going to try to beat him?” asked Angelina as she saw Joe looking over keenly towards his oldest friend. 

Joe shook his head. “No way! I don’t see the need to bust up our friendship just for the sake of winning a contest of arm strength!”

For a minute they stood and shouted encouragement as Mitch once more was triumphant, then they gave him a farewell wave and continued through the throng until finally arriving where the three Cartwrights were ensconced.   

A large blanket covered the ground in the shade of a small copse and Adam was laying on it with hands behind his head and his eyes closed; the morning’s hangover now reduced to a slight headache. Hoss and Ben were stood chatting amiably together, their backs resting on a tree. Placing the basket of food down on the ground, Joe introduced a slightly nervous Angelina to his father. 

“It’s such a delight to meet you at last, my dear,” said Ben, gently shaking Angelina’s hand and immediately captivated by the beautiful young lady at his son’s side. “I’m just sorry it’s taken so long.”

Giving a heartfelt smile, Angelina immediately found herself warming to the gray-haired man, whose weathered features shone with kindness. “Thank you, Mr. Cartwright, and I’ve been looking forward to meeting you so much as well.”

Raising himself slowly to his feet, Adam stood behind Joe as he and Hoss gave Angelina a complimentary stare then he tapped his youngest sibling gently on the shoulder. “Come on, little brother. Time you introduced us to your young lady.”

Joe could feel Angelina tremble slightly, for she had heard all about the stern and serious natured elder brother from Joe and had been noticeably anxious at the thought of meeting him. He gave her a reassuring smile, the loving looks exchanged between them not missed by Ben or his two eldest sons.

“Adam, Hoss. May I introduce Miss Angelina Morgan, the most beautiful girl in Virginia City,” stated Joe finally as Angelina blushed bright red.  

“Really Joe, you’re embarrassing the poor thing,” admonished Adam, sternly in a low, deep voice as he took her hand, raising it to his lips. “My pleasure, Miss Morgan. Though what a beautiful and intelligent young lady like yourself sees in my little brother I can’t imagine,” he admitted, regarding her gravely. 

Angelina took a nervous swallow, uncertain how to take Adam’s greeting, but then a hint of devil humor flitted across his dark brown eyes as they flashed a mischievous yet warm and welcoming greeting at her.

“Nice to meet you, Mr. Cartwright. Joe has told me so much about you but I didn’t believe it all….honest!” she teased, smiling and now visibly relaxed in the presence of the tall, handsome faced man.

Joe ducked the half-swing his elder brother threw towards him as Adam laughed, appreciating Angelina’s sense of humor. “I’m sure my little brother could spin quite a few tales about me…but please, call me Adam. There’s only one Mr. Cartwright,” he acknowledged, still grinning as he indicated towards Ben before stepping back.

Hoss put out his hand in a more conventional manner. “Sure is nice to meet you Miss Morgan and just call me Hoss… too many Cartwrights can be sure confusin’ otherwise.” 

Angelina felt his large powerful fingers cover her own as she stared into the gentle blue eyes that shone with honesty and sensitivity. Instantly taking to the towering giant of a man, Angelina nodded. “Please, Angelina,” she begged, looking between the two brothers, smiling happily and now at ease in their company.  

As they all sat down on the blanket, Angelina turned towards Ben. “My father is looking forward to meeting you Mr. Cartwright. He should be around any time now.”

Adam looked over a little nervously. “He is still escorting Miss Jones for the whole afternoon, isn’t he?” Angelina gave a nod, and as he closed his eyes and sighed deeply with relief, Ben and Hoss gave loud chortles and Joe collapsed into a fit of giggles as a confused Angelina looked questioningly at them all. 

“Miss Jones has had her eye on Adam for ages,” explained Joe, trying hard to keep a straight face as he leant over towards her. “Fact is…she scares him half to death!”

Widening her eyes in surprise, a grin also appeared on Angelina’s face as she could hardly believe Adam capable of being scared of anything, least of all the local school mistress! Suddenly, as if on cue, a voice suddenly cried out as Lucas Morgan, sounding breathless appeared through the crowd, Miss Abigail hanging grimly onto his arm. 

“Angelina…at last! I wondered if we would ever find you!” Lucas called.

Jumping up, daughter and father exchanged a hug of welcome. 

“Mr. Cartwright, this is my father, Lucas Morgan,” smiled Angelina as she turned towards Ben. “Pa…Mr. Ben Cartwright.”

As the Cartwright family rose as one to their feet, Ben removed his hat and acknowledged Miss Jones, then shook hands with Lucas before introducing him to Adam and Hoss.

“I do apologize for taking so long to finally meet you all,” stated Lucas apologetically, taking deep breaths as he threw his gaze between the three men. “I just can’t believe how busy I’ve been since arriving in Virginia City. But it’s terribly remiss on my part, especially not introducing myself to you, Mr. Cartwright.”

Accepting his apology, Ben nodded in response. “I quite understand…but call me Ben. No need to be formal, especially on a day like today.” 

“Thank you, Ben. In that case, please call me Lucas.”

Although still a little apprehensive, Adam greeted the school mistress with a warm smile and shook her hand. “How are you, Miss Jones? I hope my little brother isn’t causing too much trouble in school these days?”

Holding tightly onto his hand Abigail stared at Adam’s smiling face, utterly mesmerized, then sensing many eyes on her, reluctantly dropped both her hand and gaze. “Joseph is my most model student at the moment, Adam,” she confirmed, throwing Joe a smile. “You should be very proud of his achievements.”

Adam frowned quizzically and was about to pursue the conversation with her when Miss Jones suddenly turned towards her escort. “I shall have to leave you for a short while Mr. Morgan. I’ve been asked to start and then adjudicate at the pie-eating contest this afternoon but I don’t suppose I shall be gone long! Unfortunately there are only two competitors…such a poor turnout this year.”

Hoss looked over quickly, his eyes widening as he licked his lips with anticipation. “You want another volunteer, Miss Jones? I’ve always fancied a try at that there competition.” 

“Oh Hoss…would you?”

“No problem, Ma’am. Lead the way,” Hoss said, looking hopefully over towards his brothers. “You two gonna come and support me?”

Adam and Joe smiled and nodded. “Sure will, big brother,” confirmed Adam, picking up his hat from the floor and gently slapping it against his thigh before putting it on. “But first I’m going to watch the Sweepstake. It’s due to start in a few minutes and I’ve got a few dollars riding on an old friend who bought himself a genuine Kentucky racehorse to ride this year. As soon as it’s finished, I’ll come over and cheer you on.” 

Hoss nodded, then excusing himself, followed Abigail to the table where a large crowd was already assembled, eagerly awaiting the start. Angelina looked between her father and Joe excitedly. “Oh…may I go and watch the Sweepstake too? I’ve never seen a real horserace before.”   

“I don’t see why not,” agreed Lucas.

Joe looked with a slightly woeful expression at his father. “I wanted to take part but Pa wouldn’t let me.”

Ben raised his eyebrow. “We’ve talked about this before Joseph. You’re far too young and will have to wait a few years at least before I let you loose on such a dangerous race.”

“But Pa…you know I’m the best rider in our family, even better than Adam!” he mocked with feigned superiority, giving his elder brother a cautious sideways glance. Adam raised a cynical eyebrow in response before exchanging a smile with his youngest sibling. 

“Maybe so, Joseph, but you also seem to forget there’s something else missing….like a fast horse!” said Ben with a laugh. “And I can assure you I have no intention of buying a thoroughbred just so it can take on the challenge of the Sweepstake. The Ponderosa has no use for a hayburner and that’s final!”

Joe sighed deeply in disappointment, but accepted his father’s decree in silence. 

“So should you ever enter, do you reckon you’d manage to win the race, Joseph?” asked Lucas as Joe beamed over a confident smile. 

“Without a doubt, Mr. Morgan…wouldn’t enter if I didn’t think I could.”

Lucas chuckled. “Nothing like a dead certainty!” he acknowledged.

Joe reddened slightly but when he caught Angelina’s smiling eyes gazing over, he instinctively grinned before a thought came to him and his face grew serious. “Pa? Mr. Morgan?” he started, looking between both men. “Would you allow me to take Angelina for a ride next Sunday? I’d like to show her around the Ponderosa, especially up towards the north meadow.”

Angelina’s eyes widened in surprise and she looked over expectantly at her father.

“What do you think, Ben?” asked Lucas, casting him a worried glance. “After all, the Ponderosa is such a vast size! Would they be safe?”

Joe stared with a desperate expression, though hope burned in his eyes as he waited for his father’s reply. Adam could see how much it meant to his brother and placed a hand on Ben’s shoulder. “Come on, Pa…Little Joe knows his way around the ranch like the back of his hand. He can be trusted to stay out of trouble and look after Angelina.”  

Joe threw his elder brother a look of gratitude as Ben’s thoughtful expression softened.

“I also have the utmost faith in Little Joe,” Ben stated, throwing over a look of confidence towards his youngest and nodding. “I have no objections!”

The look of thanks conveyed by Joe was unmistakable as Angelina turned to her father. “Oh please say I can go, Pa. I haven’t been out of Virginia City since we arrived and I’d love to see more of this beautiful country!”

Shaking his head Lucas smiled in defeat. “Looks like I’m outnumbered,” he replied well naturedly. “Very well…you can go.” 

Finding himself nearly knocked over as Angelina threw her arms around his neck, Lucas then steadied himself and took out a handkerchief from his inside pocket.

“Good, if that’s settled, maybe we should make a move and get to the starting line for the race,” said Adam hurriedly, noting Lucas’ flushed face as the lawyer took off his hat and wiped away beads of sweat from his forehead.   

Failing to see her father’s momentary discomfort, Angelina squealed with glee and took Joe’s hand as they followed Adam, who began to move away, all three chatting and laughing together as the two fathers stood and watched them disappear from view into the crowd.

“Sure make a handsome pair,” acknowledged Lucas, returning his handkerchief and noting how Joe tenderly held his daughter’s hand. “Angelina and Joseph obviously care a great deal about each other.”

“Yes they do,” replied Ben thoughtfully though a slightly worried expression covered his face. “I thought it was just a simple boy and girl infatuation between them both, but they seem to be taking their relationship quite seriously. Doesn’t it worry you at all that they are so close? After all, they’re still so young.”

Lucas heaved a heartfelt sigh. “I can assure you, Ben, that thought has crossed my mind many times. But Angelina has always acted older than her years,” he acknowledged as he recalled his own wife’s love and commitment to him when she was only sixteen. The recollection caused a momentary pause before he shook himself from his reverie and gave Ben a convincing smile. “Angelina and Joseph seem truly devoted to each other, Ben, and I for one have no compulsion to make an issue of it for the sake of causing an argument. After all, there is nothing stronger or more wonderful than love…regardless of age.”

“You say that as if you have experienced similar, Lucas?”

With a nod Lucas’ eyes glazed over for a moment. “Yes. My late wife was not much older than Angelina when we first met. Within a few days, we knew we were meant to be together…and if she hadn’t died in the influenza epidemic of ’46, she’d still be with me now.”

Ben nodded with sympathy, conscious of the fact it was that year his own dear wife Marie had died.

“I trust my daughter’s judgment and behavior implicitly,” Lucas went on as the two fathers eyed each other. “And after meeting Joseph today, I know I can rely on him to behave both responsibly and honorably. You have a fine son there, Ben…a mighty fine son.”

Deeply moved by his words, Ben nodded. “I know, Lucas…I have three fine sons. I’m a very lucky man,” he stated quietly as he poured out two glasses of lemonade and passed one over.

Lucas gave a grateful smile as he accepted the welcomed drink. “Ben, I’d like to take this opportunity to thank you for allowing Angelina to share her birthday celebrations with Joseph. It’s a very generous offer.”

“Oh think nothing of it, Lucas,” responded Ben as he took a refreshing swallow. “And judging by the food supplies Hop Sing has already listed for the party, I have a feeling it’s going to be one none of us will ever forget!” 

“Well, seeing as it’s the Graduation Ceremony the next day, I’d like to invite you and all your sons over for a celebration tea afterwards.”

Ben gave a grateful smile. “Thank you very much, Lucas, and I accept on behalf of us all.”  

Suddenly, Miss Jones made her way towards them through the crowd. “It looks like the contest is going to be going on for quite a while,” she cried. “Hoss, Jed and Walter are keeping up with each other…pie for pie! Did you realize just how much your son can eat at one sitting, Mr. Cartwright?”

Ben chuckled and nodded. “He certainly has a good appetite.”

Lucas peered into the distance then looked at Ben and Miss Jones apologetically. “Would you mind if I took my leave for a few minutes? There is someone I need to have a quick word with and I’ve just seen him playing horseshoes. I shouldn’t be too long.” 

“Of course…I’ll entertain Miss Jones,” agreed Ben.

Lucas gave a nod of thanks then hurriedly walked away through the milling crowd to eventually stop and shake Doctor Paul Martin’s hand before the two men disappeared from sight, deep in conversation.

Abigail gave a deep sigh. “When Mr. Morgan first brought Angelina into school, I thought she was going to be quite a distraction for Joseph, especially as in the first few days he seemed to spend most of his time staring at her or into space,” she stated, accepting a glass of cool lemonade from Ben. “I must admit, though, she proved me wrong and seems to have had a beneficial effect on him after all with regard to his studies. You must be very proud, Mr. Cartwright.”

“Proud? I don’t understand?” queried Ben with a