The Meadow
The end of September was warmer than had been known for many years, true Indian summer weather, as the lone horse made its way along the side of the lake which bordered one edge of the Ponderosa. The rider on the pinto was in no hurry. Joe Cartwright was happy with his life and it showed as he grinned with contentment.
For the past four days he had been to the furthest reaches of the Ponderosa, checking and replenishing the line shacks before the onset of winter. An arduous task, monotonous and repetitive, but a task that needed to be done. These small shacks, way up in the high meadow country where the snow rarely lifted, were a lifeline for the cowboys caught out in the harsh Nevada snow storms, a welcome refuge from the bitter winds.
For four days Joe had drunk in the beauty of Mother Nature. The sights and sounds of the vast expanse of Lake Tahoe, the timbered shoreline, and the rising majestic mountains of the Sierras. This was truly nature at its most magnificent and Joe had appreciated it more keenly than he had ever done before. However, his work was now done, so the young man decided to take a slow ride home, enjoying the clear blue sky, the warm September sun and the peace.
Oh the peace! No brothers nagging him, no father chastising him. Just the sound of the birds, the distant murmur of the herds of cattle beyond the next ridge, and the wind as it sighed through the uppermost branches of the Ponderosa pines.
When the subject of who was to check the line shacks that year was broached at the breakfast table the week before, three pairs of eyes looked in amazement when the youngest Cartwright brightly told his family he would volunteer for the job. Adam and Hoss viewed their younger brother, surprised at what he had said.
Joe was the kind of man who liked to seek the companionship of others at all times. Not for him the endless days alone, his only companion his horse. However, that morning there had been a change. He couldn’t explain the desire to his family because he didn’t understand it himself. He had just woken up that morning and looked at the endless blue sky, had felt the warm breeze through his bedroom window, and had wanted to be by himself for a while.
This young man, devilishly handsome with green eyes and wavy brown hair, had suddenly felt a somberness within himself, a maturity. He just wanted to ride out alone and keep his own counsel away from his family, enjoying the richness of the land on his own. Although he would never have believed it, he was becoming more like his brother Adam in that respect.
Ben, sitting at the breakfast table, inwardly smiled. Joseph never failed to amaze him. Mercurial, ever grinning, impish, sometimes impulsive, and so unpredictable at times.
“You think our little brother is up to something Adam? Or maybe he is ill?” said Hoss, as he looked towards Joe, who was piling scrambled eggs onto his plate.
Hoss -- his name described him perfectly. Big, physically powerful, yet as gentle as a kitten. He was a shy and sensitive man, good natured and tolerant, and the middle son of Ben Cartwright. He also adored his younger brother.
Joe looked up, his face all innocent. “What do you mean?” he said as he began to fork the egg into his mouth.
“What brother Hoss means, little brother, is that you never volunteer for checking the line shacks. So why would you want to do it now, without being ordered or bribed?” replied Adam, half smiling at the young man who was obviously relishing the breakfast he was eating.
The eldest Cartwright son was dark haired, tall and handsome. Extremely intelligent, he was an honest and dependable man. He also loved his baby brother with a vengeance, even though there were times when the two men had clashed in heated debates, even coming to blows.
Joe stopped eating and placed his fork on his plate. Shaking his head he rolled his eyes. “Can’t a man actually volunteer for a job around here without there being a third degree into his motives? I just thought I would do something for this family without being forced so my older brothers could rest their weary bones!”
Adam and Hoss looked at each other, not knowing whether Joe was being serious or not.
Ben chuckled. “Guess we had just better give Joe the benefit of the doubt about his motives. If he wants to do it, then he can. I don’t see either of you two wanting the job?”
Ben looked at his two eldest sons, noting they shook their heads in unison.
Joe gave his father a grateful smile, and looked again at his brothers. “There you are! Pa says I can go, so that’s that.”
Breakfast then resumed, Adam and Hoss still unsure as to why Joe had decided he wanted to do the much hated chore that year. However, for once they were grateful to their little brother as it was a job neither had relished.
A couple of days later, shortly after breakfast, Joe set out on his journey. His saddlebags were full of food to replenish the line shacks and to sustain him for his four days away. As he led his horse out of the barn, tying him to the hitching rail, his father came out of the house, cup of coffee in his hand. Ben sipped the liquid as he watched his youngest check he had everything required.
A few weeks previously, Joe had celebrated his 24th birthday. He had grown into a handsome young man, and a competent cowboy. His prowess with a gun was undeniable and his horsemanship legendary. For the past three years, he had been in charge of the horse side of the Ponderosa, rearing, breaking and subsequently selling on horses to the Army, all for a substantial profit. He felt he could do more though -- increase the turnover -- and was forever looking out for opportunities to expand. As he vaulted in his easy manner onto his horse, he looked over to his father. “See you in four days, Pa. And yes! I will be careful!”
Ben smiled, knowing Joe had anticipated what he was about to say. His son knew him better than he realized sometimes. As Joe began to move away, Ben called after him, feeling slightly uneasy that his youngest was about to leave, albeit for only a few days. Although Joe was now a grown man capable of looking after himself, he still worried for his son, and his safe return. “Good bye, Joe, and have a safe trip.”
Joe turned his body round in the saddle and smiled at his father as he left him with a wave.
Ben stood still as Joe disappeared behind the barn. Four days without Joe around. Oh, the peace!
He knew Adam would appreciate the quiet evenings, would be able to read his books without continual interruptions from his baby brother. Hoss would be a little lost -- no one to beat him at checkers -- but would no doubt enjoy not being the butt of one of Joe’s jokes. As for Ben, well, Ben would just miss him.
He hated the peace and quiet and was only content when his three sons were under one roof. He turned and walked into the ranch house, closing the door behind him.
**********
The lake in the distance bounced the sun rays on its surface, shimmering in the noonday heat. The green of the timber and the beauty of the distant mountains was viewed with pleasure as Joe slowly walked his horse, his job done. Sometimes work on the ranch had been so busy the scenery was a continuous blur but for the last few days he seemed to see every detail with a clear eye. He never thought he could appreciate nature the way his brother Hoss could, but today he was pretty close. He would be home by nightfall, returning safely to his family and back to the usual routine of the ranch. He had enjoyed the last four days, still not understanding the desire within himself to be alone.
As he came to the boundary of the Ponderosa and the Henderson ranch, he stopped. In front of him was Henderson land, or should he say, had been Henderson land. Matt Henderson had died the month before of a heart attack, alone at his small ranch.
Joe had only met him a few times when their paths had crossed in Virginia City. Each time the old man had looked at Joe in such a way that it left Joe feeling uneasy, a little unnerved. Not that any unpleasant words were ever said. Just a formal greeting and then he would go on his way. But the initial stare, as if he were waiting for Joe to say something, something important, always gave Joe a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach.
Now his ranch was up for sale.
From what Joe had heard Matt Henderson had not left a will. The lawyers had traced his only living relative, a nephew who lived in Kansas, and notified him that he had inherited the ranch. The nephew had indicated his desire for the ranch to be sold quickly. From what Joe had been able to glean from the conversation in the Silver Dollar, there were a few hundred acres of pines, a meadow, and a herd of cattle.
Matt Henderson had been a loner, content to stay on his small ranch most of the time. Joe had never visited him. Whenever his father or brothers had wanted to see Matt for any reason, Joe had always been left at home, to do some mundane chores. At the time he had never thought much about it, but as he sat looking at the boundary fence, he suddenly thought how strange it was. In all his 24 years, he had never been on this land so close to the Ponderosa.
He now had time on his hands, and with Henderson dead and the land unoccupied, he felt a boyish need to explore. After all, it could do no harm. Looking up and down, he eventually found a gap in the fence then slowly rode across the boundary and onto the Henderson property.
For the first couple of miles, he followed the shoreline, then as he turned sharply away from the lake and around a bend, his eyes met a beautiful sight. A luscious green meadow, stretching for acres in a horseshoe shape, surrounded by a small ridge of Ponderosa pines. The meadow had not been savaged by cattle or nature that year, the grass still fresh and healthy even though it was late September. Joe looked in amazement. Why had he never known this place existed before? This would be ideal land for increasing his horse program. The business potential was enormous and Joe knew it.
As he walked Cochise, he smelt the grass and looked closely at the surroundings. In a far corner stood a huge lone oak tree which looked out of place in the landscape. Joe looked at it quickly, then turning his horses around, made his way back the way he had come. As he left the meadow, he looked back, still not believing what he was seeing. He resumed his route back to the Ponderosa, thinking deeply about how he could expand his herd of horses with this extra grass. Now he only had to persuade his father.
Night was slowly drawing in when Joe finally turned into the yard of the ranch. The welcoming familiar smell of the pine smoke from the huge ever-burning stone hearth greeted him. Joe was feeling tired but elated at the trip. He had re-supplied the line shacks, and had found a grassy goldmine! He fed and watered Cochise, then made his way into the ranch house.
As he opened the door, he could smell roast chicken, his favorite. Good old Hop Sing, he thought. His family was sat in front of the open fire, Adam reading, and Hoss and Ben playing checkers. They all looked up at Joe as he removed his hat, gunbelt and coat, Ben greeting him, a look of relief on his face.
“Good to see you son. No problems?” the father asked, eyeing the son, making sure there were no signs of trauma.
Joe smiled at his father, knowing the concern he would have felt at his absence. “No Pa, everything went OK. Most the shacks were in fine order so I had quite an easy time of it.” He walked over to where his family sat.
Adam placed a bookmark in his novel, and closed the book. He viewed his brother, unwilling to admit, but relieved he was home in one piece. Trouble usually found Joe in one guise or another, so having him home unscathed was a blessing. “You had a good time, little brother? Enjoy your short holiday away from the home hearth?” his voice in semi-mocking tone.
Joe ignored the dig, and gave him a stare of contempt. However, although different in so many ways, the two brothers deeply respected and loved each other, though were loathed to admit it.
“Glad your back, Shortshanks,” added Hoss. “About time you got back to share in the chores.” His toothy grin indicating he was joshing. Joe smiled back at his big brother, always happy to see the big man.
As Joe sunk into the settee in front of the fire, he stifled a yawn and stretched out his arms and legs, the stiffness of the many hours riding beginning to show itself in his strained muscles. Placing his boots onto the large wooden coffee table -- his father looked sternly at him but said nothing. Joe, however, saw the look and promptly withdrew his feet.
“Some things never change.” Joe thought, still glad to be home amongst his family.
“Hop Sing said dinner will be ready in about 10 minutes. Why don’t you go and freshen up before its ready?” said Ben,
“Sure, Pa; guess I could do with a wash and a shave,” Joe answered as he stood up and made his way to the stairs rubbing the stubble on his chin. A thought struck him as he put his foot on the first step, and he turned around. “Hey Pa. You going to show any interest in the Henderson spread, now it’s for sale?”
Ben, looked up at Joe, and shook his head. “No Joe. There’s not enough timber land on it to make it worth our while.” He could see Joe’s face was serious. “Why do you ask, son?”
“Was riding past today and decided to have a look see. After all, no one is living on there at the moment so I didn’t see any harm done. Found me the sweetest little meadow there Pa. Green luscious grass. Never knew it existed before. Sure would help me to build up the herd of horses I’m planning for the Army.”
Joe turned back towards the stairs, and went up, deciding to continue the conversation during dinner.
Downstairs, the three Cartwrights looked at each other in silence.
***********
Joe bounded down the stairs and made his way to the large dining table where his family were already sat and eating. As he started to help himself to the chicken and vegetables, Joe repeated his question of a few minutes ago.
“How about that meadow then, Pa? Sure would help me. Could increase the stock levels by fifty percent! Just think of the increase in turnover that would bring in!”
Ben looked towards his son, not knowing what to say. “Er, um, I don’t know Joe. I hadn’t really thought about it.
From what I hear that meadow can get pretty well bogged down at times. Would be a lot of work draining it.” He continued eating, hoping the subject would now be closed. He did not realize how determined Joe was however.
“Oh, come on Pa! That meadow hasn’t been flooded for years by the look of it. It is just what I have been looking for. Borders right onto the Ponderosa and I just know it will be perfect.”
Joe turned to Adam. “What do you think, big brother? You can see the potential in that money-making brain of yours, can’t you?”
Adam looked at his father then back at Joe. “Well, if it is as good as you say, it would certainly be useful.”
Joe turned again towards his father. “See Pa, even Adam thinks it has potential. How about it?” He looked at his father, waiting for a sign of support.
Ben stared at his plate, not knowing what to say.
Hoss could see his father was at a loss, so he added his opinion. “You know, Pa, maybe Joe could check up on it at the lawyers. Find out about it before you make a decision.”
Ben nodded, giving his assent. Joe smiled and began to eat with gusto, not noticing how the other three men looked nervously between them. All his thoughts were on the meadow he had seen that day for the first time.
***********
It was a week later that Joe rode into Virginia City to collect the mail and order the weekly supplies. Having completed his tasks, he began walking towards the saloon for a well deserved beer. Passing the lawyer’s office, he paused, nodded to himself and resolutely walked inside. He knew the local lawyer, Mr. Friedman; he had often been employed by the Cartwrights. After shaking his hand, Joe requested a five minute chat. Mr. Friedman nodded and the two men walked to his desk and sat down.
“What can I do for you then, Joseph?” Friedman asked, curious at what the young Cartwright would want.
“Well Mr. Friedman, just needed to know about the Henderson sale.”
“Your father thinking of buying then, Joe?”
Joe shook his head. “Not exactly, but I am trying to persuade him. Sure am interested in that there meadow of Henderson’s. Any idea what kind of price it’s going for, and if there’s been much interest?”
The lawyer nodded. “I shouldn’t be saying this, Joe; this is really confidential information. But seeing as I know you and your family, I will just tell you this. My client is keen to sell quickly. He just wants the lots sold without fuss. From what I have worked out, that meadow land is going to be worth around $5000. My client has indicated that if a fair price is offered, I am to accept. As yet I have not been approached by anyone. Does that answer your question?”
“Sure does; thanks, Mr. Friedman”, said Joe. He stood up and shook the hand of the lawyer. “I hope I will be back to see you soon. That meadow is just what I need.”
The lawyer stood up and showed Joe to the outer door. “Good luck then, Joe; hope you’re successful.”
Joe smiled and nodded. “Going to do my best to persuade my Pa!”
With that, he left the lawyers office. Looking towards the Silver Dollar saloon, he licked his lips in anticipation. That beer was sure needed now!
Joe left Virginia City, anxious to pass on the information about the meadow to his father. As he made his way back towards home, he decided to revisit, check his first impressions, make sure everything was as good as he remembered.
Turning the corner into the horseshoe-shaped meadow, the smell of the healthy grass hit him again. He cantered Cochise around checking that the ground was firm, not wet and boggy. It was perfect.
Riding towards the far end, he looked more closely at the huge oak that he had barely noticed before. He could see the huge tree had a massive frame which stretched upwards for nearly eighty feet and its lower branches hung low, some nearly touching the ground. Its deciduous leaves were covering it completely, but Joe knew that within the next few weeks they would be gone, blown away by the cold winds of winter.
Without warning, he suddenly felt the first drops of rain. He had been so busy looking at the grass he had not noticed the grey clouds that had suddenly appeared, and the rain that was making its way towards his position. If he did not find shelter, he was soon going to be soaked. As the rain began to fall more steadily, Joe dismounted and tied Cochise’s reins to a branch. He then moved closer to the tree, bending under branches and finally sitting down with his back resting on the huge trunk.
As the rain poured, the leaves of the trees protected him from the steady downpour, just a few drops hitting him and running down his back. The rain continued for a few minutes, then as suddenly as it had arrived it left, the sun once again shining in a blue sky. The freshness of the air was nearly suffocating as the rainwater soaked into the ground.
The loud call of a mountain bluebird could be heard from the uppermost branches of the oak. Instinctively Joe looked up, hoping to see the bird. However, what he saw was not a bird. About 6 feet above his head, hidden by the leaves, but secure in the numerous branches, was a wooden structure. Curious to see what was in the branches, he carefully stood up. He now could see what it was. A small, well made tree house.
Joe studied the structure, amazed. Why on earth would someone build a tree house in such an isolated position? As far as Joe knew, Henderson had never married. It was a mystery!
It was small, obviously only big enough to accommodate a couple of children and the only entrance was a hole in the base of the house. Joe stretched his arms and pulled his head and chest through the hole and rested his elbows on the lip of the entrance. He looked around.
The wooden planks had been fixed together, the branches of the tree supporting them. The four walls had no windows but through a few cracks light filtered in and the roof was sound and rigid. Joe smiled as he looked around. How much fun it would have been to play in, hidden away from prying eyes.
He was about to lever himself down when he spotted markings on the wall, so he brushed away the dust and moss that had accumulated with his hand. The markings were carved initials. He tried to make out the letters, the poor light not helping. As he fingered the crudely made impressions in the wood, he made out the name.
T. Pike
Not a name Joe knew. No, he had never heard of anyone called Pike, especially around the Virginia City area. Must have been someone from years before, he thought.
He was about to jump down, when out of the corner of his eye he caught sight of more roughly carved initials on the opposite side. He looked again, clearing the wood slats. His heart stopped a beat in amazement. He looked again. No mistake! The letters, though wobbly and of different sizes, were as clear as the day they had been made.
J. Cartwright
He stared for a minute not moving. How could his name be in a hidden tree house? A place he had never been before! He finally jumped down, looking up at the small opening, mystified.
Making his way back to Cochise, he unfastened the reins and walked a few yards away from the tree. Turning around, he looked again at the oak, and again the tree house was totally invisible to all. Joe vaulted onto his horse, and turning slowly cantered away, heading back to the Ponderosa.
***********
Joe found himself the last to arrive for dinner. His meeting in town and visit to the meadow had taken longer than he had anticipated, and as he handed over the mail to his father, he thought through what he was going to say. “I went to see the lawyer today, Pa.”
Ben looked at his son with curiosity. “Why did you do that, Joe? You in trouble?”
Joe smiled at his father. “Course not, Pa. I went to see about the Henderson meadow. Friedman reckons it is going to go for about $5000 and there hasn’t been much interest yet. Must be more than most can afford. I also had another look at that meadow. It’s even better than I had thought. Just what I need to expand.”
Ben looked at his son with solemn eyes. “You went back to the meadow today, Joe?”
“Yes, Pa. I just know it’s the right land for us. I had to check it out again.”
There were times when Joe could be as obstinate and mule headed as his father, and this was one instance.
Adam and Hoss listened in silence.
“Everything was alright up there then, Joe?” Ben stood before his youngest, staring into his bright green eyes.
Joe looked back, and nodded, noticing his father was looking a little pale and drawn. “You all right, Pa? You don’t look too good.” The concern showed in his voice.
Ben nodded and smiled. “It’s nothing, just a bit of indigestion.”
Joe nodded and continued “How about it then, Pa? Can we buy the meadow?” His face was serious.
Ben looked towards Adam and Hoss. His two sons shrugged their shoulders, leaving the decision with Ben.
“OK, Joe. I daresay we could afford $5000. But not a dollar more, you hear!”
A smiling Joe looked at his father, his joy evident. “Thanks, Pa. I’ll go and see Friedman tomorrow.”
At this juncture, Hop Sing proceeded to dish out the dinner, so the four men moved over to the dining table and sat down.
Joe suddenly remembered his mysterious find in the meadow. “Hey Pa. You’ll never guess what I found in that meadow today? Right in the middle of a huge oak tree, there is the most wonderful tree house. Who do you reckon it belonged to? Old man Henderson was never married. Any ideas?” Joe looked at his family as they stared at him in silence.
“What?” he asked. “You think I’m making this up?” He grinned, as he spooned potatoes onto his plate.
“A tree house, Joe? Strange thing to be finding and that’s for sure,” said Hoss, as he looked towards Adam. Adam continued to stare at Joe.
“Must have been there a long time, I reckon,” continued Joe, “but you’ll never guess the strangest thing.” Joe looked around the table, noticing how pale his father’s face still was.
No one said a word, waiting for Joe to continue.
“Someone had carved their name inside, T. Pike. Ever heard of a family called Pike around here, Pa?”
Ben shook his head.
“What’s even weirder, though, someone had carved my name on the wall. J Cartwright, large as life. Why would someone do that, Pa? Put my name on a wall like that. Pretty strange thing to do, don’t you think?” He directed his question to his family, who were still silent.
Adam cleared his throat. “Yes, Joe. That’s a pretty strange thing I must admit. Maybe someone was just pulling a joke on somebody.”
Joe shook his head. “Seems a darn stupid joke, if you ask me.” He continued to eat his meal.
Adam and Hoss shared a troubled look between them, while Ben looked at Joe, thinking about what he had just said. He began to eat his dinner, even though his appetite had suddenly disappeared.
Throughout the meal, Joe had an uneasy feeling there was some tension in the atmosphere, but was unable to make sense of why. When he had finished, he excused himself, deciding he needed an early night.
He left his family drinking coffee as he went upstairs to bed.
***********
Adam cursed
under his breath, his father and brother catching his words. They stared at
him. Adam looked at them, his face like thunder. “Damn that Henderson! He said
he was going to pull that tree house down. He promised. Why, oh why, didn’t he
do it? I should have checked – made sure he did it.”
Ben looked at his son, alarmed at the ferocity of his words. “Don’t blame
yourself, Adam. If anyone is to blame, it’s me. I should have checked up with
Matt and made sure it was destroyed. Heaven knows why he would keep it in one
piece after all these years!”
“Always thought he was an odd fellow, never quite all there, if you know what I mean,” interjected Hoss, as he stood up. Moving away from the dining table, he walked over to the hearth and stood staring into the fire. He banged his fist on the brickwork in frustration. “Dagburnit, Pa! I know I was only 12 when it happened, but it still like it was only yesterday. What’s going to happen if Joe ever finds out?” The big man was near to tears. His felt his fathers arm around his shoulders as Ben joined him.
“Steady there, Hoss. No one is going to tell Joe anything. He has visited the meadow, found the tree house, seen the names. So far, it means nothing to him. Let’s just pray it stays that way.” He squeezed his big son’s neck, and moved over to his favorite leather chair, looking up at the ceiling, as though he could see through the plaster and wood, and view his youngest, alone in his bedroom.
Hoss composed himself, and sat on the settee while Adam walked over and sat on the opposite chair. Silence reigned.
“What we going to do, Pa? You really gonna let Joe buy that meadow?” Hoss looked at his father, worried lines on his face.
Ben sat staring towards the stairs, then nodded his head. “I can’t think of a blessed good reason to stop him, so it looks like it. Besides, he is right. That grassland is just what we need for the extra horses Joe wants to buy in. And you know your brother. Once he has that determined look, nothing is going to change his mind!”
“Maybe it won’t be so bad, Pa. After all he has been there and as you said, nothing seems to have come back to him.” Adam looked at his father as he spoke, trying to sound convincing.
“Thanks, Adam; maybe we are jumping the gun here and looking for problems that may not arise. If Joe wants this meadow that badly, then we had better let him get on with it and buy it.”
With that, the three men finished their coffee, each thinking about the meadow and Joe and an autumn day nearly 18 years before.
***********
Joe came bounding down the stairs the next morning, excited at the prospect of buying new land, now that his father had agreed. His family, as ever, were already seated, and as he sat down on his chair, greeted them all with a cheery grin.
“You’re cheerful for this early in the morning, Joe,” said Hoss, as he sipped his coffee.
Joe glanced at him and nodded. “Going into Virginia City today to buy that meadow. That’s still OK, ain’t it Pa?” He looked at his father nervously.
Ben nodded but said nothing, though his stomach was in knots.
“Just remember, Joe, no more that $5000.” was all Ben added, as he left the table.
That day he and Hoss were visiting the silver mine on the Ponderosa so would be gone until late evening. Hoss followed his father, and they both went to credenza to dress for the cold outdoors. The warm sun of September had now disappeared, and there was a chilly wind of autumn blowing outside. Winter would not be far away and already the trees were losing their leaves. Joe’s visit to the line shacks had been just in time, as the first winter snows were only a matter of days away. The two men went outside, closing the heavy front door behind them.
Joe watched his father and brother leave, frowning. It was as if no one wanted him to succeed, to improve, to expand. He felt deflated, his bright mood of a few minutes ago slowly diminishing. As he ate his breakfast, Adam studied his brother’s face, wondering what he was thinking about. “Something wrong Joe?”
Joe looked at Adam, and shook his head. “Is it just my imagination Adam, or is there something troubling, Pa? Seems he ain’t half as pleased at me buying that land than I thought he would be.”
The look on Joe’s face was enough for Adam to realize his little brother was feeling troubled. “Ah, you know, Pa. Always worried about the cost of things.”
“Maybe you’re right, Adam.” With that, Joe resumed his meal, then left the table. He made his way to the credenza, and as he put on his gunbelt and coat, he shouted over to Adam. “See you when I get back. And wish me luck!”
Joe opened the door and went outside, placing his hat securely on his head. One Cartwright was left alone in the large room.
Adam continued to sit at the table, his coffee turning cold in the cup as he stared at the empty chair vacated by Joe minutes before. Deep in troubled thought, he closed his eyes. His brother meant the world to him, and he would do anything to keep him safe, yet he felt as though he was powerless to intervene as fate weaved a cruel spell around the family.
“Dear God,” he thought “Spare Joe.” With a deep sigh, he put down his cold coffee and went to the desk to finish the accounts, relieved he did not have to go out into the cold autumnal morning.
************
Joe made good time into Virginia City, his excitement rising. He pulled up outside Friedman’s office and tied Cochise outside. The cold wind was blowing dust around the main street, and Joe felt the chill of autumn throughout his body. He hurried into the lawyer’s office, relieved to see he was the only visitor.
Mr. Friedman looked up and smiled at Joe. “Morning, Joe. Quite a chill in the air this morning!”
“Sure is, Mr. Friedman. Should have put my winter coat on today,” said Joe as he shivered and warmed his hands at the stove in the corner of the room.
“You here about the Henderson meadow, Joe?”
“Sure am. Pa says I can buy it. You ain’t had any other offers yet, have you?” A worried look crossing his face.
The lawyer shook his head. “No, Joe. No one else seems to want it.” He walked over to a cabinet and pulled out the relevant paperwork. He looked closely at the papers, and slowly walked over to his desk, sitting down. Joe walked over and sat opposite, rubbing his hands to put more warmth into them. Taking the relevant paper, the lawyer passed it over to Joe for him to read. This Joe did, looking at the rough sketch of the Henderson land, noting with interest where his meadow was.
The small ranch house was about a half mile from the meadow, far enough away, and when sold separately, would not interfere with his increased herd. The timber was on the other side of the house, so this again would not bother his horses. Yes, this meadow was just in the right place!
“What you offering then, Joe?” The lawyer studied the young man who was reading the papers with a serious frown.
Joe looked up.” You said before $5000. So, that’s what I’m offering. Take it or leave it” His voice did not betray the nervousness he was feeling.
The lawyer smiled at Joe. “I can definitely accept that, Joe. My client is adamant he wants a quick sale. The timber land, ranch house and cattle herd have already been bought. That meadow is the last to go. I guess $5000 was a little steep for most folk, but not to the Cartwrights!” He chuckled as he put out his hand. Joe shook it, smiling, relieved.
“I’ll go over to the bank now and get a draft made out.” Joe stood up and, replacing his hat, walked to the door. Suddenly a thought came to him, so he returned to the desk. “Better have the name of your client for the bank draft, Mr. Friedman”
“Oh, of course. Silly me, Joe. His name is David Pike.”
“David Pike,” repeated Joe. Where had he heard that name before? He turned to leave when it suddenly came to him. The initials in the tree house. T. Pike. Surely not a coincidence. Henderson’s nephew was David Pike. The initials in the tree house T. Pike.
“Mr. Friedman?” Joe asked, as the lawyer looked at him. “Any idea who T. Pike is? Any relation to this David Pike?”
The lawyer shook his head. “Sorry, Joe. Never heard any other name but David Pike. Who is this T. Pike?”
Joe shook his head also. “Don’t really know. Just a name I came across. Not a common surname around these parts, is it?”
The lawyer agreed. “Can’t say I know any Pikes around here, Joe.”
Joe nodded. “Thanks, Mr. Friedman. Anyway, I’ll get over to the bank now, and get that draft made out. Thanks again.”
Joe left the office and made his way to the bank. The draft was soon made out to Mr. David Pike, and Joe took it back to the lawyer’s office. The contract of sale was drawn up, the draft paid over, the sale signed for. Henderson’s meadow was now Cartwright meadow. Joe at last could breathe a sigh of relief. He had what he wanted; now he could expand his work on the Ponderosa.
Shaking the lawyer’s hand, he carefully put the deeds of sale in his inside pocket, and securing his hat firmly on his head, walked out into the busy main street. The cold wind was still blowing as he made his way home. Regardless of the chill in the air, he felt himself drawn to his new property so he made a detour.
Arriving at the meadow, he looked around, still happy at what he saw. Away in the far corner stood the oak tree, the wind blowing through its branches. The leaves were beginning to fall, blowing away in the gusting breeze.
Through the branches, Joe could just see the dull outline of the tree house, more visible now. He still wondered. Who had built it, why and when?
Shivering involuntarily, Joe pulled up his collar on his jacket, and then turning Cochise around, rode out of the meadow, back to the Ponderosa.
**********
Joe and Adam ate alone, knowing Ben and Hoss would be late back that day. Joe told Adam about securing the deal for the price agreed by Ben. He also mentioned the name of Henderson’s nephew, David Pike.
“You ever heard of that name, Adam?” Joe asked while they were sat at the table, eating their meal.
Adam looked at his brother. “Can’t say I have, Joe. No Pikes living around here as far as I know.”
Joe nodded his assent. He was still perplexed, though. “Seems so strange, having my name in that tree house. Just can’t understand it.”
“Well, little brother, don’t strain that brain of yours too much trying to work out an answer. Seems to me with that meadow now in our hands, you’re going to have to do a lot of work buying in the extra stock. Thought about where you’re going to get them from?”
Adam inwardly crossed his fingers that his changing of the subject would give Joe a new focus. His tactics seemed to work as Joe began to give a detailed explanation of what he was planning. Adam was more than impressed. His brother had thought out and planned every minute detail for the extra stock, had worked out every contingency.
Joe and Adam talked over the plans for a good hour, taking their discussion away from the table when they had finished their meal, resuming in front of the large fire that blazed, its heat radiating warmth throughout the large house.
There was a sudden blast of cold air as Hoss and Ben opened the front door and walked in. Both men were cold from the biting wind that blew outside, and were weary from the long haul up to the mine and back. Joe stood up, glad to see his father and brother, and keen to give him the news.
“Hi Pa, Hoss. Pretty cold out there, ain’t it.”
Hoss walked over to the fire, placing his large bulk in front of it. He turned and proceeded to warm his backside, rubbing his hands. “Sure hope Hop Sing has left us something. Could eat myself a whole pig! Never felt so hungry.”
Joe laughed at his brother, knowing he always had a good appetite. “Don’t worry, Hoss. Me and Adam have left you half a pig at least, if you don’t mind sharing with Pa, that is?” he teased.
The two men, warming up by the minute sat at the dining table, and Hop Sing brought out their food. As they tucked into their meal, Joe sat opposite.
“Well, I bought the meadow, Pa. $5000. Not a problem at all. It’s all signed, sealed and paid for.” The grin on Joe’s face enough to show Ben he was pleased with himself.
Smiling Ben nodded at Joe. “Good work, son. Now it’s the hard part, getting the stock together.”
“That’s all in hand, Pa. Me and Adam been discussing what’s to be done.”
Adam walked over to the table, sitting down and pouring himself a fresh cup of coffee. “To be fair, Pa, Joe has worked out all the details and has done a good job too.”
Ben nodded, knowing that praise from Adam was praise indeed.
Adam looked at his father, staring into his eyes as he spoke. “Joe found out something strange as well, Pa.”
Ben looked at Adam, noting the warning look.
“Seems Henderson’s nephew is called Pike. Just like that name in the tree house.”
Ben swallowed hard, and looked back at Joe who had moved to sit in front of the fire. “Is that so? Still, there are more important things to worry about now, what with the weather getting worse, and we still have cattle in the east section that need bringing down before they get snowed in.”
Joe looked back at his father, knowing the conversation had turned so suddenly away from the tree house, yet not knowing why. He just shrugged his shoulders and proceeded to drink his coffee, unaware of the three men who looked at each other.
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Work at the ranch continued over the next few weeks in the usual hectic manner. It was always the same at the end of the year. Before the snows arrived, stock had to be brought down from the high country meadows of the Ponderosa to the lower slopes, and winter feed had to be stored in secure barns near enough to the stock for easy distribution. All who could work did their share, from first light to sunset, as the dark winter nights began to draw in.
It was yet another cold and windy day when Joe left the ranch to visit Virginia City. That day he was ordering and bringing back extra provisions needed to see through the long winter days and nights. He had forsaken his well-loved green jacket for a thick winter coat, the collar turned up against the chill wind, but still shivered as he drove the wagon down the main street and pulled up outside the mercantile store. Jumping down he went inside, handing over the list. The store keeper, Pete Jenkins, was well known to the Cartwrights and he looked it over.
“Seems I have most of this, Joe. Should take about half an hour to load up if you give me a hand?”
Joe nodded, pleased he would not be waiting around
As Joe stood by the door ready to begin to load, Mr. Friedman walked past, greeting the young man. “Good morning, Joe. Looks like winter’s nearly closing in.” The lawyer wrapped his woolen scarf around his neck.
Joe nodded his agreement. “Your Mr., Pike happy at you selling his uncles ranch in such good time?”
Mr. Friedman smiled. “Sure is Joe. Got a nice little commission for that sale going through without a hitch. In fact, when I told him your Pa had bought the land, he wired back he would visit Virginia City on his way to San Francisco, and he made it clear he was keen to meet you and visit that meadow.”
“Seems a long way to come just to see what he don’t own anymore,” said Joe as he pulled his hat more securely onto his head.
The lawyer went on his way, leaving Joe and Pete to load the supplies. Once fully laden, Joe said his goodbyes and jumping onto the wagon seat took up the reins. With a quick slap, the two horses moved off, returning in the cold chilly wind to the Ponderosa.
A thought came to Joe as he traveled on the familiar road. If David Pike had decided to visit Virginia City, then maybe he would know of T. Pike, the name in the tree house, and why his own name was there in the same place.
He pulled into the yard just as Hoss emerged from the barn. Joe gave him a wave, indicating he needed help with his load. The quicker the job was done, the sooner they could both settle in for the night in front of the large blazing fire. For thirty minutes, the two men worked together, unloading and storing the much needed supplies. The chore completed Hoss went into the house while Joe took the tired horses into the barn for a well deserved feed. Then it was his turn to return to the warmth of the house.
Once inside, Joe removed his thick coat, then quickly moved over to the fire, standing in front of it as he warmed his hands. Hoss was in the kitchen, hurrying Hop Sing to have dinner ready. However, the high pitched yell of the cook, and the hasty retreat of Hoss, limping, signaled the fact he was not welcome in the Chinese cook’s domain. Dinner would be ready with Hop Sing was ready and not a minute more.
“Just accept it, Hoss; you’re going to have to starve a while longer,” Joe chuckled as his big brother sat down dejectedly.
“Dadburn it, Joe, that little fellow can’t half kick forcefully when he’s a mind to!” The big man rubbed his ankle in obvious pain.
The two brothers were then joined by Ben and Adam who had been seated at the large desk in the far corner of the room. Monthly accounts had to be finalized that week, and it was a job neither man enjoyed. However, they tackled it together, father and first born son enjoying precious time in each other’s company.
They too had heard the commotion from the kitchen and knew it was no good trying to hurry up Hop Sing. Would Hoss never learn? Sitting around the huge hearth, feeling the warmth of fire and togetherness, the three brothers chatted, Ben silently watching. How proud of them he was, all different in so many ways, yet so similar. Their love for each other, of him and the Ponderosa was what made each brother so special and the family so strong.
“May this never change,” he thought to himself as he sat contented with his sons.
Joe told them of his visit to Virginia City. “I met Mr. Friedman today, Pa.”
Ben looked at Joe, nodding silently.
“He told me that David Pike is coming to Virginia City soon. Seems he wants to visit the ranch he just sold and meet me. Long way to come just to look around a small ranch he no longer owns, but at least it will give me the chance to ask him if can solve the mystery of the names in the tree house.”
Ben gripped the side of his chair, his knuckles turning white. His face suddenly looked old and drawn, and he could feel his heart beating faster and faster. Adam and Hoss stared at their father, they too feeling their hearts beating loud, the blood rushing, their stomachs churning. Not at the lack of food, but at what the implications of Joe’s statement meant.
Joe looked at them, knowing something was wrong, something he had no comprehension about. “What’s the matter? Why have you all gone quiet and look like death?”
Adam involuntarily gasped, and put his hands together, as if in prayer. Hoss just stared ahead.
With no answer to his question, Joe stood up and placed himself by his father’s side. He bent down, putting his hand on Ben’s arm. Ben and Joe looked into each others eyes. Joe could see his father was troubled and he squeezed Ben’s arm. “Pa, what is it? What’s the matter?”
Ben closed his eyes and shook his head. Joe was more perplexed, the whole situation was getting stranger by the minute. “Pa. Please! Tell me what’s wrong?” His voice becoming agitated as he continued to look at his father’s face.
Ben cleared his throat but the words would not come. He looked towards Adam who could see the look of despair, the uncertainty of what he should do next. For once the father needed the guidance of the son.
“Pa! We can’t keep silent no longer. If David Pike is coming to town, it sure ain’t for a quick handshake! He’s bound to say something!”
Joe looked at his brother, completely bewildered. He rose up and glared at his family.
“For Gods sake! Will someone tell me what’s going on round here!” His hands were on his hips, and his voice was rising angrily.
“Joe, please, you don’t know what you’re asking,” Hoss answered his voice breaking, and tears forming in his eyes.
This did nothing to dissipate Joe’s anger, who turned on his brother. “Hoss, I don’t know what is going on here, but I sure as hell am going to find out one way or the other. Now will someone tell me what’s wrong?”
Adam went over to his father and put his hand on Ben’s shoulder. Ben looked up.
“Pa. We have to tell Joe. We can’t wait for David to arrive. He must not be the one to tell him!”
“Tell me what!” Joe yelled, feeling anger yet also a fear of the unknown.
Sensing the anguish that his father was keeping to himself, Adam looked over to Joe, then walking behind his father’s chair placed a hand on Joe’s arm. “Joe, you’ve got to understand something. We never wanted you to find out about this.”
Adam returned to his chair, sitting forward, waiting for his father to speak.
Joe shook his head, absolutely confused by his family, their words, their actions. With a forced smile, he looked again at his father. “Well Pa! You gonna tell me what's going on?” His voice was now pleading.
“I just don’t know where to start, Joe.” Ben’s voice was flat, low.
Again Joe sat by his fathers side, hand on his arm. “Why don’t you just start at the beginning, Pa? Just at the beginning will be fine.”
Adam and Hoss nodded to their father.
The time had finally arrived that Ben had dreaded for the past 18 years. Sitting back in his chair, he beckoned Joe to sit on the settee next to Hoss.
“This is going to be a long night, Joseph. Just keep this thought in your head. No matter what I tell you, we love you. Always have, always will. You remember that now.”
The earnest look and sound of his voice shook Joe slightly. He felt dread at what was coming, but was unable to stop it now. ‘Truth Will Out’, he thought as he nodded to his father and made himself comfortable.
“You better tell Hop Sing, supper will be delayed, Hoss,” said Ben, as he silently said a prayer, hoping he would find the right words. Hoss returned from the kitchen, his hunger suddenly forgotten. As Ben started his narrative, Adam closed his eyes, listening to his father and re-living the events of many years ago.
***********
Ben and Marie Cartwright were deep in conversation at the dinner table when Adam returned from Virginia City, having collected the mail and ordered supplies for the week ahead. He was warmly greeted by his father and step-mother, and sat down with them, thankful for the cup of coffee poured by Marie.
“Something wrong, Pa?” Adam asked, wondering at the thoughtful looks on Ben and Marie’s faces.
Ben shook his head. “No Adam. We are just trying to figure out who to invite to Joe’s birthday party. There don’t seem to be many boys of Joe’s age around here – we can only think of six who are under ten years old.”
“We could always ask a few girls, my darling” suggested Marie, as she looked down at the list of names.
With a chuckle, Adam said, “I don’t think Joe would appreciate girls at his birthday party. You know what he feels about them. In his opinion, all they are good for is pulling pigtails, and placing frogs in their bonnets!”
Marie laughed, remembering the pranks her son had gotten up to at the church social only weeks before. He was certainly a little boy with his own ideas of mischief, and it was the fair sex who generally felt the butt of his jokes.
Adam had a thought. “Hey Pa, just remembered something. I was chatting to Doc Martin this morning and he told me Matt Henderson has just had his nephews sent to live with him from Idaho. Apparently their mother died in childbirth with the youngest, and their father had been bringing them up. Seems he died a couple of months ago of the fever so the poor boys have been sent to live with their nearest relative, Matt.”
Marie cried out softly at the tragic news. “Poor things. No father or mother.”
Adam continued, “From what I hear, the youngest is Joe’s age, just had his fourth birthday. The eldest is the same age as Hoss. Would be a great way to introduce them to some of the boys of Virginia City if we invite them to Joe’s party.”
“Great idea, Adam. Poor Matt won’t know what’s hit him with two boys to look after. I’ll go and see him tomorrow and invite him and the boys over for the party.”
It was therefore on the following Sunday, Matt Henderson introduced his two nephews at the fourth birthday party of Joseph Cartwright.
David Pike, the eldest, was a quiet, green eyed, ginger haired boy who had taken after his father in looks and coloring. He rarely smiled, and stayed by his uncle’s side, just watching the other boys as they chased around the yard of the Ponderosa. Hoss tried to make friends with him, as they were the same age, but eventually gave up. David Pike was not a child who wanted companionship or friendship from other children. He just wanted to be by himself or with his uncle, and he seemed to view the other children with contempt.
Timothy Pike on the other hand was completely different. Looking like his late mother, Matt Henderson’s sister, he was an angelic looking boy, tall for his age, with blond hair and bright blue eyes. Forever laughing and playing the games set by the adults, he soon became accepted by his new friends. He and Joe hit it off straight away, the two boys making a contrasting sight. One tall and blond, one shorter and dark, but obviously both of the same mischievous nature. The party was a great success, and Joe found himself a ‘best friend’.
From then on Joe and Tim were inseparable. Still too young to attend school, they would play together all day, keeping each other company. Marie would take Joe to the Henderson ranch and leave him there, and other days, Tim would come over to the Ponderosa. David, however, never seemed to fit in, unwilling to play with his brother and Joe, just glaring at him when he visited the ranch. He was much happier hunting game and helping his uncle with the chores.
For a year, this happy arrangement continued. One evening, Joe was sat on the verandah after waving goodbye to his best friend who had been staying over for the weekend. He looked very preoccupied for a ‘soon to be five’ child, and Adam looked at his little brother with amusement.
“What’s the matter, Little Joe? You look very serious.”
Joe looked up. Adam was so clever; he could probably help him he thought.
“Adam I really want to get something nice for Tim’s birthday next week, but I just don’t know what to buy him. I only got 50cents saved, and that ain’t gonna buy much from the store.” His little face looked down at his boots as he swung his legs under his chair.
Adam inwardly smiled. He sat down next to Joe on the rocking chair, slowly rocking, his mind thinking hard. What on earth do you buy a five year old with only 50 cents? Suddenly he had a brainwave. “Well Joe, I think I know what you can get Tim, and it won’t cost you a cent.”
Joe’s face lit up. He knew his big brother would have a good idea. “What is it, Adam? What can I buy him?”
“Actually Joe, you don’t buy him anything. I will make him something.”
Joe looked confused, and stared at his brother. “What do you mean, Adam? What you gonna make?”
With a laugh, Adam stood up and grabbed his brother by the hand, pulling him onto his shoulders.
“Well Joe, how about if I secretly build Tim a real fancy tree house in that big old oak in Henderson meadow? You and Tim can then play in it when you are at the Henderson ranch. Just somewhere for the two of you to go to. Does that seem a good idea?”
The whoop of joy from Adams shoulders indicated Joe’s joy at the suggestion. “Gee Adam, you’re the greatest brother ever. Tim is going to really love it. We’ll be able to play in it all the time. Thank you so much. I love you, Adam.”
Adam lifted his brother off his shoulders and kissed his head. “And I love you too, little brother.”
**********
True to his word, Adam, with the help of Hoss, built a tree house in the old oak. He built it so the two boys could enter from the base, and it was big enough for the two of them to play in. Securely nailed to the large branches, it was watertight, the wooden planks fitting well together.
On Tim’s birthday, he and Joe walked to the meadow from the Henderson ranch house. When Tim saw the tree house, he was overwhelmed and tears of joy flowed down his cheeks. With a squeal of delight, he ran to the lowest branch and climbed inside, quickly followed by Joe. As Adam rode up, he could hear the high pitched laughter of the two boys. He smiled contentedly that his idea had been such a success.
The tree house became an important place for Tim and Joe. They would play in it for hours, their imagination turning it into a fort surrounded by Indians, or a castle with a moat. It was a place of untold adventures, battles and sieges. A little boy’s paradise!
Joe’s fifth birthday arrived a few weeks later. His party was well organized and enjoyed by all. This time girls were allowed to attend the party, at the request of the five year old and his best friend. Little Joe was growing up!
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It was two weeks later that tragedy struck the Ponderosa. For once, Joe and Tim were playing in the barn at the Ponderosa, helping Hoss groom his horse and Joe’s pony. Adam and Ben were in the house, working on plans for a new mine to be opened. Marie Cartwright had taken the opportunity to ride out on her horse, enjoying the late summer weather. As usual she rode back into the yard, faster than was ever deemed safe. However for once her sure footed little mare stumbled, falling over and sending Marie into the air then crashing in a heap onto the hard mud floor.
Her scream was heard by all in the barn and the house, everyone running out into the yard. Joe stopped short, the sight of his mother lying at such an unusual angle scaring him. He saw his father gently lift his wife to his chest and then begin to cry. This was something Joe had never thought possible. How could his father, the strong man who Joe looked up to in awe at times, have tears flowing down his face?
He could see Adam and Hoss were as upset as their father. Why were they crying? Surely his mother would get up in a minute, slightly shaken, but unharmed. He crept closer, his eyes fixed on his mother’s body that hung lifeless in the arms of her husband. For a minute no-one seemed to realize the small five year old was stood at his mother’s side, gently stroking her hair, and quietly murmuring. “Wake up, mamma, its time to wake up now.”
Suddenly Adam heard the plaintive little voice of Joe. He gently put his arms around his brother and lifted him, then walked with him into the house. Tim, badly shaken at the scene, meekly followed Adam, wanting to be by the side of his best friend. As Adam carried Joe through the front door, the last thing Joe saw was his mother lying still and quiet in the arms of his father. It would be the last sight of her he ever had.
The severe emotional shock of seeing his mother lying dead traumatized Joe for weeks. The funeral and aftermath of her death all compounded to leave him with recurring dreams. Dreams of a horse galloping fast, falling, and a woman screaming.
As the older Cartwrights coped with their grief in their own way, Joe seemed to withdraw into himself, not wanting to do anything or go anywhere. Tim Pike was a true friend however, and would visit Joe daily, talking to him or just sitting with him in his bedroom. Sometimes no words were necessary between the two boys, and it was just having his friend around that helped Joe come to terms with his loss. Eventually, at Tim’s insistence, Joe allowed Adam to take him over to the meadow and play in the tree house.
From that day, there was a marked improvement in Joe. The two youngsters now bonded more fully than ever before. Now they had something in common – both had no mother – and this fact seemed to help in the healing process. So close did the two boys become that Hoss commented they must be joined at the hip. One day, while in the tree house, Tim pulled out from his trouser pocket a small sharp knife. It belonged to his uncle, and he had smuggled it out with him that day.
Joe looked at the knife, wondering what was on his friend’s mind. “What you going to do with that, Tim?” he asked eyeing the sharp blade cautiously.
“Thought we’d put our name on this here tree house, Joe, so all knows it belongs to us.” With that, he began to carve his name in the planking, his letters slowly taking shape in a childlike form. Once he had finished he gave the knife to Joe.
“Now it’s your turn, Joe. Put your name on the other side.”
Taking the knife, Joe carefully started to carve his name. He took a while, his name slowly appearing in an unrefined way. When he had finished, he looked at it proudly. He had spelt his name, and spelt it correctly, just the way his mamma had taught him. The thought of his mother suddenly brought tears to his eyes and he began to sob. Tim saw the tears of his friend and realized he was thinking of his mother again.
“Joe, I got another idea.”
Joe looked up, wiping the tears with his shirt sleeve.
“Pass me the knife, Joe,” said Tim, as he put out his hand.
Joe passed over the knife.
“Remember how Adam told us stories about the Indians. Told us how two of them would cut each others arms and then rub them together so their blood would mingle together. Then they would call each other blood brothers. Let’s do it, Joe; let’s be blood brothers. David never wants anything to do with me, and I’d much rather have you as my brother than him.”
Joe nodded, feeling extreme pleasure that Tim wanted him to be his brother, but was not so keen on cutting his arm.
“OK Tim, but I don’t want you to cut my arm. Let’s just cut our thumbs and rub them together.”
Tim agreed. Taking the old knife, he grabbed hold of Joe’s left hand and cut his thumb. He then handed the knife over to Joe who did the same to Tim’s left thumb. Both boys looked in fascination as the blood formed small droplets. They then held their thumbs together and let the blood mingle.
“Now we are ‘Blood Brothers’, Joe. Blood brothers forever! When you cry for your mamma, I’m gonna cry too. We will do everything together, brother Joe.”
Joe smiled and nodded at his friend.
“You bet, brother Tim”.
Now he had three brothers, Adam, Hoss and Tim. When Adam came to collect Joe that day, he was again the chatty and happy little boy that Adam remembered from only a few weeks ago.