Forever In My Heart

 

 

 

 " 'Renegade Indians plunder Nevada Territory. Carson City citizens report women and children kidnapped, many homes looted and burned. Law-abiding settlers  are taking desperate measures to prevent devastation on their homesteads. A mysterious mountaineer known only as Big Mack leads the renegades, evading the  law at every turn. Any information concerning the whereabouts of Big Mack or any of his associates must be given to the sheriff immediately. A reward of $10,000  has been offered for his capture, dead or alive.' "

 

 

 

 Adam lowered The Enterprise and looked across the table at Anne. She glanced outside the window where Adam Charles played with his little dog. Adam  followed her gaze.

 

 

 

 "I've seen it happen," he mused with a troubled note in his voice. "They destroy everything."

 

 

 

 "But why?" Anne asked. "Is it for revenge?" She took a sip of coffee and looked at him intently.

 

 

 

 "Sometimes," Adam acknowledged. "But no one really knows what the motive is. I've always thought they did it to intimidate the settlers and drive them out of the  West, though there have been times that it was their way of exacting justice." he frowned, continuing, "I'd say it's also their way of survival---taking what they need  or want without caring about or facing the consequences."

 

 

 

 "Carson City isn't that far from here, Adam," Anne said softly.

 

 

 

 Adam nodded, reaching for her hand. "We'll have to be very careful. I'll bring the cattle up into the fenced pasture today and get more supplies from Virginia City  tomorrow. " He sighed and smiled at her. "Don't worry, Anne. I'm sure they won't come here---they've never bothered the Ponderosa before. We have good  relations with most of the Indians around here."

 

 

 

 She managed a troubled smile. "I hope you're right. Just the same, I'll keep the children close to the house." Pushing a stray hair back in place, she stood and  picked up their coffee cups. Adam followed her to the kitchen and took her in his arms.

 

 

 

 "Anne," he said gently, "We've been through alot together, and we'll weather this, too." He lifted her chin and their eyes met. "Our faith in God will see us through  whatever happens."

 

 

 

 She nodded, and bit her lower lip. "I know, Adam, and I'm trying hard not to be afraid." She closed her eyes and leaned her head against his shoulder. He held her  close, as her tears dampened his shirt. Regaining control, of her emotions, she looked up at him. "We'll be fine. I know we will."

 

 

 

 Adam reached for his handkerchief and dried her tears then kissed her gently. "You're a brave woman, Darling. I'll do all I can to keep you and the children safe."   He took her face in his strong hands. "I love you very much, Anne. I don't know what I'd do without you."

 

 

 

 Anne smiled and returned his kiss with deep affection.

 

 

 

 * * * *

 

 

 

 Candy stood at the window overlooking the rolling meadow and rippling brook below. The beauty of the landscape never ceased to amaze him. Karyn slipped up  beside him and put her arm around him. He smiled down at her and pulled her close. They enjoyed the scene before them in silence for a time, then Karyn spoke.

 

 

 

 "Candy," she said, lifting her sparkling green eyes that had captivated him from the moment they'd met. "I have a surprise for you." A smile played around the  corners of her mouth.

 

 

 

 "A surprise?" he repeated, returning her smile. "What is it?"

 

 

 

 Her smile broadened. "It's a baby, Candy. We're going to have a baby!"

 

 

 

 His eyes widened and he wrapped his arms around her. "A baby?" he repeated in awe. He released her slightly and looked down into her eyes. "Oh, Karyn, you  don't know how I've waited to hear you say that!"

 

 

 

 Karyn nodded. "I know, Candy. Won't it be wonderful?" she shook her head, still accepting the news herself. "I'm so excited!" she whispered.

 

 

 

 His eyes darkened and he lifted her chin. "So am I, Darling. I love you!" He drew her close again.

 

 

 

 * * * *

 

 

 

 Karyn burst through the door without even bothering to knock. "Anne!" She called excitedly. "Anne, where are you?"

 

 

 

 "I'm in the bedroom, changing Elizabeth's dress," Anne replied. "Come on in, Karyn."

 

 

 

 Karyn opened the door and stepped inside. Her eyes fell on the soiled little dress and equally soiled little girl. She started to smile. "What happened?" she asked.

 

 

 

 Anne looked up sideways at her friend. "Elizabeth decided she wanted to go fishing with Adam Charles, but he had gone with his father to round up the cattle in the  north pasture, so she went by herself, without asking permission. The bank was slippery and she must've stepped too close to the edge and slid into the water. It's  not too deep in that spot, but it was still a scary experience for her." Anne scrubbed the mud off while she explained and looked soberly at Elizabeth.

 

 

 

 Karyn looked concerned. "I'm glad you're okay, Elizabeth," she said softly.

 

 

 

 Elizabeth smiled up at her. "Me, too," she answered contritely. "I'll never go there alone without Charlie again."

 

 

 

 A smile replaced Anne's sober expression as she slipped a clean dress over her head."I believe you, Beth," she whispered, holding her close. She rebraided the  dark tresses and granted permission for the two year old to go play school with her dolls.

 

 

 

 Anne turned to Karyn. "She's growing up so fast," she said regretfully.. "Already two years old. It seems Adam Charles was just her age yesterday, and here he is,  six years old and helping his Pa around the ranch."

 

 

 

 Karyn smiled and squeezed her arm. "They're both precious," she commented. After a brief silence, she spoke again. "Anne, I came over to tell you that Candy and  I are expecting a baby sometime this winter!"

 

 

 

 Anne's eyes lit up. "Really, Karyn? Oh, that's wonderful!!" She hugged her friend. "I'm so happy for you. You'll love being a mother!"

 

 

 

 Karyn nodded, her eyes shining. "I've watched you so many times and thought how fortunate and truly blessed you and Adam are." She paused and smiled happily.   "Candy will be a wonderful father."

 

 

 

 Anne agreed and the two women left for the kitchen to share a cup of tea. Anne noticed Karyn reading the article she and Adam had discussed at length  concerning the renegade Indians' raids.

 

 

 

 "Had you heard about that?" she asked.

 

 

 

 Karyn shook her head. "No, I hadn't. It sounds terrible! You don't think they'll come here, to the Ponderosa, do you?"

 

 

 

 Anne looked away. "Adam doesn't think they will, and I sure hope they don't. But we're being extra careful. I probably scolded Beth a little more than I would've  under normal circumstances, but with this going on---." she let the sentence hang.

 

 

 

 Karyn nodded. "Candy more than likely knows, but he hadn't told me. I'll be careful going home."

 

 

 

 She didn't stay much longer and Anne watched until she was out of sight, praying for her protection. Turning back to the kitchen, she began preparing supper for  her two hungry men and one sweet little daughter who now played contentedly with her dolls in the corner.

 

 

 

 * * * *

 

 

 

 By mid-morning the next day, Adam was on his way into Virginia City. He looked again at the list of supplies and planned how to save the most time in purchasing  them. The fear Anne had unsuccessfully tried to conceal haunted him. He knew she felt vulnerable and frightened without him at the ranch and purposed to return to  her as quickly as time would allow.

 

 

 

 * * * *

 

 

 

 Anne tidied up the house and weeded the baskets of flowers out on the porch after seeing Adam on his way, all the while keeping a watchful eye on the horizon.   She tried to push the thoughts of Indian raids from her mind, but couldn't seem to shake them. How did they attack? she wondered. Did they come quietly sneaking  through the woods, or with war whoops on horseback? A shudder passed through her and she straightened.

 

 

 

 "Oh, Lord, help me to trust You more completely. Please take my fear and help me. Be with Adam---bring him back safely---soon."

 

 

 

 She played games with Adam Charles and Elizabeth and after settling Elizabeth for her afternoon nap, began supper preparations a little early. Peeking in on her  little girl, Anne picked up a dishpan and went to the garden nearby to gather some lettuce for a salad. The air was still and so very quiet. It unnerved her, and Anne  worked quickly, humming a few notes of hymns to calm herself.

 

 

 

 Sighing softly, she rose to her feet and felt a heavy hand clamp firmly over her mouth and nose. She dropped the pan of lettuce, struggling to breath, and then  forced herself to be still. Anne heard a low growl off to the side of the house, and in an instant, Wiggles had torn into her captor's leg. The man tried to shake him  off, but the dog fought fiercely. Reaching for his pistol, he fired once, and to Anne's horror, Wiggles dropped to the ground, lifeless and inert. Tears spang to her  eyes. That little dog meant so much to Adam Charles---to all them. Her eyes widened and her breath came in short gasps.

 

 

 

 "You, come." he ordered. "Be quiet." He untied his bandana and tied it around Anne's mouth, pulling her along with him toward an Indian pony just inside the  woods. As he roughly pushed her onto the horse, Anne glanced back and her heart nearly stopped at the sight. Three other Indians were running towards them,  leaving behind the ranch house that she and Adam called home engulfed in flames.

 

 

 

 "My babies!" Anne whispered in shock. "Oh, dear God! NO!" A numb feeling crept over her and she slumped forward over the saddle.

 

 

 

 * * * *

 

 

 

 Adam Charles sat beside his sister, quietly reading an adventure story that reminded him of his Pa's boyhood. He was engrossed in the Westward travels of the  young hero, when there was a gunshot just outside. He dropped the book and ran to the window. His eyes widened as he helplessly witnessed the Indian taking his  mother away. "Oh, Ma!" he whispered. "No, this can't be happening to you!" Tears spilled down his cheeks and his shoulders shook with sobs.

 

 

 

 Suddenly, he saw a burst of flames through the open door, and realized that the house was on fire. He rushed to Elizabeth and shook her. "Beth!" he shouted.   "Wake up!! The house is on fire!"

 

 

 

 She opened sleepy eyes. "What, Charlie?" she asked in bewilderment.

 

 

 

 "Come on! We've got to hurry!" He grabbed her hand and pulled her towards the door.

 

 

 

 "Wait, Charlie!" she protested. "I want my dolly!" He glanced around feverishly and spotted a little doll in the corner. He reached for it and thrust it into her hand,  pulling her out into the great room with him. The main door was impassable, but the kitchen door was still safe. As they rushed in that direction, he saw his Pa's  guitar and the family Bible He pushed Elizabeth ahead of him and grabbed the Bible and guitar, following his little sister into the open air.

 

 

 

 Adam Charles sank down onto the ground and pulled Elizabeth down beside him. She was sobbing and hugging the little doll Anne had made for her second  birthday. Now that they were safely outside, he was able to think, and remembered seeing his mother being kidnapped. Fear gripped his heart again, and he bowed  his head, sobbing.

 

 

 

 Elizabeth tugged at his sleeve. "Charlie, where's Ma? I want her."

 

 

 

 He lifted his head, the tears staining his tanned cheeks. "The Indians took her, Beth," he whispered brokenly.

 

 

 

 Her eyes widened in horror. "The Indians?" she cried in disbelief. "Oh, Charlie---what are we gonna do?"

 

 

 

 Adam Charles took a deep breath and tried to control his sobs for her sake. "We'll ask God to take care of her." he said softly. "And Pa will be home soon---he'll  know what to do."

 

 

 

 She nodded and laid her head on her brother's shoulder, cradling the little doll in her arms..

 

 

 

 * * * *

 

 

 

 As Adam carried the last box of goods from the mercantile, he noticed a crowd of men gathered in front of the sheriff's office. There were loud, angry shouts, and a  few men brandished rifles. He set the box in the wagon, and made his way towards them.

 

 

 

 Clem opened the door and faced the men soberly. "What's this all about?" he asked. Adam pressed in closer.

 

 

 

 Eli Brewster, a rancher stepped forward. "Sheriff, it's those renegade Indians. One of them tried to take my woman and would've succeeded if I hadn't shot him  down. I brought the body in my wagon."

 

 

 

 Adam felt his throat constrict painfully. He and Anne lived about 10 miles west of Eli Brewster's ranch. If they'd tried his place, what was stopping them from going  onto Ponderosa land? He spun on his heel and leaped up into the wagon.

 

 

 

 "YAH!" he shouted, and his team sprang forward. They covered the miles quickly, Adam visualizing Anne's troubled expression when she'd kissed him goodbye.   "Hurry home, Darling," she'd whispered, flecks of fear shining in her brown eyes. He shook his head, hoping he was hurrying fast enough. The team rounded the  bend, and Adam saw the source of the smoke he'd been choking on for miles. He gripped the reins, and felt tears fill his eyes. "Oh, Anne!" he whispered. "No, it  can't be!"

 

 

 

 Entering the yard, he pulled the horses to an abrupt stop and cleared the wagon wheel by a considerable margin. He ran to the side of the house, and stopped  short. There in the grass lay Wiggles, his little body cold and lifeless. He knelt beside him and wiped away a tear as he stroked the soft hair. Lifting his head, he saw  the dishpan full of lettuce, dropped as if in haste. He reached for it numbly, and looked around. Had the children been taken---or killed? What about Anne?

 

 

 

 Adam rose to his feet and slowly walked to the back of the house. Huddled together, Adam Charles and Elizabeth sobbed uncontrollably. He dropped the pan,  and rushed to them, taking them in his arms. Adam Charles soon confirmed his worst fear that Anne had indeed been the victim of the Indian raid. Haltingly, the  little boy told his father what he'd seen and heard.

 

 

 

 "They took Ma and threw her on a horse there in the woods," he pointed to the spot. "Then the house was on fire and I didn't get to see where they took her." The  tears filled his eyes again, and he looked up at his father. "I'm sorry, Pa. I didn't know what to do."

 

 

 

 Adam held him close and closed his eyes. "You saved your sister's life, Son," he whispered hoarsely. "You did all you could do---your mother would be so proud  of you." Even as he spoke the words, he berated himself for not being there to protect them. No one knew where Big Mack's hideout was, but then and there, he  determined to find it. Slowly he stood up and surveyed the damages before them. The house was a smoky ruin of timber and stone---the result of hard work, sweat  and love, gone in such a short time. He brushed his hand across his eyes and glanced down at Adam Charles and Elizabeth.

 

 

 

 "Come, children," Adam said gently, "I'll take you to your grandpa's for a while." He cleared his throat, blinking back the tears. "I'm going to find your mother."

 

 

 

 Elizabeth took his hand. "Charlie got your guitar out," she whispered. "When you find Ma, we can at least have music." Another tear trickled down her cheek.

 

 

 

 Adam gave up on trying to suppress his own emotions and sank down to the ground, pulling both of them into his arms again. Their tears mingled together as each  one made his or her request known unto the One who alone knew where Anne was at that moment.

 

 

 

 Adam Charles looked up at his father. "I don't know why Wiggles didn't bark. He always does when strangers come."

 

 

 

 Adam took a deep breath. "Son," he said gently, "You told me that you heard a gunshot---evidently, Wiggles was trying to defend your mother." he paused, and  swallowed hard. "They got him, Son. I'm so sorry."

 

 

 

 The little boy's lower lip quivered, and he choked back the sobs. "I'm glad he tried," was all he said.

 

 

 

 The three found a quiet place under a tree where Wiggles had enjoyed the shade and buried him there. Adam Charles tied two pieces of wood together and  pushed the small cross into the ground to mark the grave. No words were spoken, but the love they felt for each other and the sorrow they shared needed no  verbal expression.

 

 

 

 Adam picked up the guitar and Bible, and laid them in the wagon, then lifted each child up to the seat. Climbing up himself, he gave one last look at the remains of  the home they'd shared as a family, and flipped the reins. The main house on the Ponderosa would again provide shelter to a family in need---Adam just hadn't  counted on it being his family this time, and only part of them at that. He breathed another prayer for Anne's safety and the wisdom to find her soon.

 

 

 

 * * * *

 

 

 

 Anne roused at the sound of voices. She stirred slightly, stiff and sore from lying on the cold, hard ground. There were rocks all around and it was very dark and  dusty. She couldn't tell if it was night time or if they were in some kind of cave. Listening carefully, she heard the halting speech of Indians and then the arrival of  someone else.

 

 

 

 "Big Mack," one Indian said as the man approached him. "We bring you white woman."

 

 

 

 "Whose white woman did you bring?" Big Mack asked gruffly.

 

 

 

 "We bring Adam Cartwright's woman."

 

 

 

 There was silence, and Anne closed her eyes, shivering. "Dear Lord," she whispered. "You mist have some purpose in letting me go through this, but please keep  me from harm. Help me---."

 

 

 

 "Cartwright's woman, eh? Where is she?"

 

 

 

 "In mine shaft," the Indian replied. Footsteps shuffled over the loose stones and thick dust. Anne willed herself to lie still, but in the next moment, her arm was  jerked roughly and Anne sat up quickly. She opened her eyes and looked into the face of Max Benson, alias Big Mack. Her heart plummeted.

 

 

 

 He nodded slowly, eyeing her closely.. "Yep, they sure did bring ya, Anne." he laughed unpleasantly. "We keep runnin' into each other. 'God works in mysterious  ways--' don't it say that in the Good Book?"

 

 

 

 Anne took a deep breath, whispering another prayer silently and made no reply.

 

 

 

 "Cartwright's treated you real good," he continued. "You look prettier than ever, Anne." He stroked her hand. "He ain't here to defend you this time, and you're all  mine, now." He leaned towards her and Anne pulled away.

 

 

 

 Benson chortled. "You can't get away from me, Anne. You jest try, and I'll send a man ta kill yer precious Adam." he paused and looked at her smugly. "Now, are  you gonna give me what I want or do I have ta take it fer myself?" He prodded her foot with his heavy boot.

 

 

 

 Anne felt trapped. If Adam's life was at stake---she knew Benson had wanted him dead for several years. But the price he demanded was impossible. "Oh, God,  You've got to help me. What should I do?" her heart cried silently.

 

 

 

 Benson eyed her, and taking her silence for an answer, reached for her arm. A shadow fell across them and he looked up in surprise. A tall Indian stood over them,  his face showing no emotion, but when he spoke, it was with a commanding tone.

 

 

 

 "You will not hurt this one."

 

 

 

 Anne lifted her eyes, meeting the calm black ones of her defender. He spoke again to Benson. "Get up."

 

 

 

 Benson got to his feet and spit on the Indian's moccasins. "I give the orders around here---."

 

 

 

 The Indian held up his hand. "Maybe," he agreed. "But you will take orders from me. Get outside."

 

 

 

 Benson glared at Anne. "Yer not gettin' away from me, ya hear? I'll git what I want---if I have to kill for it." He reached for his pistol, but the Indian's vice like grip  on his wrist changed his mind. He left the mine shaft, clutching his wrist.

 

 

 

 Anne took a deep breath. "Why did you help me?" she asked. "Are you not a renegade Indian like the rest?"

 

 

 

 He folded his arms and looked down at her, "You needed me," he replied simply. "I do travel with the group, it is true."

 

 

 

 She shook her head, still not completely satisfied, but too troubled to question him further. "Thank you," she said softly and leaning back against the rocks, closed  her eyes. When she opened them a few minutes later, he was gone, and Anne lay back again. Hot tears scalded her eyelids at the memory of her last glimpse of  home. The blazing fire burned into her soul, and Anne felt overwhelmed by the realization that she'd lost her children. She sobbed softly, trying to avoid drawing  attention to herself.

 

 

 

 "Adam Charles---Elizabeth, I loved you so much!" she whispered brokenly. "It hurts to give you up." She wiped her sleeve across her eyes and bit her lip.   "Adam---Oh, Adam, I love you.....if only you knew how much!"

 

 

 

 Anne didn't know how long she wept, eventually falling asleep, but when she awoke, a thick blanket covered her securely. She sat up and strained her eyes to see  in the dark shaft. Faintly, she could see the back of the tall Indian as he blocked the doorway. "I don't know who he is or why he's helping me, but thank you,  Lord," she prayed quietly, laying down once more. She fell asleep, imagining Adam's strong arms around her.

 

 

 

 * * * *

 

 

 

 Ben and Marilynne sat out on the porch, enjoying the late afternoon sunshine. He cleaned his guns while she darned his socks and they talked about the Indian raids  the ranch hands had reported. Ben looked up as a wagon approached.

 

 

 

 "Someone's in a hurry," he commented, laying his rifle down carefully and rising to his feet. He stepped forward, then turned back to Marilynne.

 

 

 

 "That's Adam! I wonder ----he doesn't usually drive so fast with the children along---and where's Anne?" He walked out into the yard and grabbed the nearest  bridle as Adam pulled the horses to a stop. Sport pranced impatiently behind. Adam leaped down, his face drawn and pale. He lifted Adam Charles and Elizabeth  down, and turned to his father.

 

 

 

 "The Indians---" his voice choked off and he leaned against the wagon. Ben gripped his shoulder. Adam drew a long shuddering breath. "They took Anne----and  burned our house down. Oh, Pa---!" He bowed his head on his arms and sobbed brokenly. Ben ached for him. He bent down and hugged the children before  taking them over to Marilynne. Her eyes filled with tears and she took them in her arms.

 

 

 

 Ben put his arm around Adam. "I'm sorry, Son," he whispered. Tears streamed down his weathered cheeks. They stood in silence for a few minutes.. Finally,  Adam lifted his head.

 

 

 

 "I'm going to find Anne," he said huskily. "Would you take care of the children for me---for us?"

 

 

 

 Ben nodded. "Of course we will. What can I do to help you get ready?"

 

 

 

 Adam put his hand to his chin thoughtfully. "I'll need supplies to make camp until I find her." his voice broke again and he controlled his emotions with great effort. "I  just hope Big Mack isn't like Kane."

 

 

 

 Ben nodded. Adam had told him about his grueling experience with Peter Kane, a disillusioned gold miner who'd taken advantage of Adam, making him do the  work of a mule with limited food and water.

 

 

 

 "Anne's a strong woman, Adam---both emotionally and physically---." Ben began.

 

 

 

 "She's a woman, Pa. She shouldn't have to work hard just to---to make someone feel powerful. I'd take her place if I could. God help me, if he's hurt her, I'll---"  he paused and swallowed hard, turning away. "I've got to find her before he does."

 

 

 

 Ben nodded. "You will, Son," he said quietly. "You will."

 

 

 

 They put blankets, food, and grain for the horses into burlap bags and loaded them onto the pack horse. Adam called his children over and knelt down, explaining  where he was going. They nodded soberly, tears streaming down their cheeks. Adam stroked Elizabeth's long dark hair, so like her mother's and kissed both of  them. Each prayed a short prayer, and he hugged them goodbye.

 

 

 

 "I'll be back with your mother as soon as possible. Mind your Grandpa and Grandma---for your Ma's sake." he forced a smile and mounted Sport. Waving to his  father and Marilynne, he galloped towards the ranch he'd left a short time ago to begin the search of a lifetime.

 

 

 

 Adam started looking for clues at the garden and worked his way down to the woods where Adam Charles had caught the last glimpse of his mother. A dark blue  string hung on a bramble bush and he carefully removed it, tying it around a shirt button. She'd worn a blue skirt, he remembered, and a white blouse. He heaved a  deep sigh and walked along, leading the horses behind him. Just ahead, he found several tracks of both men and horses, but they went in all directions and he knew  it was to confuse a rescue party.

 

 

 

 Hours went by and Adam felt he was going in circles. He marked his own trail, breaking off twigs or tying small bits of string as he walked. With the setting sun, he  made camp and sat by the fire, sipping a cup of hot coffee. He thought back about times he and Anne had taken Adam Charles on short camping trips. They'd had  such fun together. Would they again, he wondered? He set the empty cup down and leaned his head against the tree behind him. His arms ached to hold Anne.   Reluctantly, he unrolled his bedroll and moved Sport's saddle over for a pillow. This was the loneliest night he could remember, and felt hot tears rolling down his  cheeks. Brushing them away, he lay down, praying for Anne's protection.

 

 

 

 * * * *

 

 

 

 Anne felt inexpressible loss and sorrow when she woke the following morning. She was so lonely for Adam Charles and Elizabeth and longed to kiss them goodbye  and tell them one last time that she loved them Tears filled her eyes when she realized that she had done so for the last time the previous day before tragedy had  disrupted their lives. All the tangible evidences of the years she'd shared with Adam were gone, but no one could take them out of her heart. She closed her eyes,  picturing Adam and embraced his memory, praying for his safety and ability to find her.

 

 

 

 Benson came to the doorway and leered down at her. "Can ya cook?" he asked.

 

 

 

 Anne nodded. "Then git out here and fix us somethin'. I'm starved."

 

 

 

 She rose unsteadily and followed him out into the bright sunshine, blinking as her eyes adjusted. He stopped her at the door and took a rope from the tree. "Tie yer  ankles," he ordered. "I don't want ya runnin' off again."

 

 

 

 Anne stooped down and tied them, shuffling over to the open fire and the supplies laid out on a nearby table. She glanced up and saw the tall Indian leaning against  a tree. Though he said nothing, she felt better in his presence. Whatever his lot with this group was, he'd protected her from danger, and Anne was deeply grateful.

 

 

 

 There were two other women sitting on a log, their faces sad and lost. Anne's heart went out to them, and she wondered who they were and if they felt as lonely as  she. Benson served them personally, refusing to let her near them. Anne sighed, and turned away. How long would she be here? she wondered. To live like this  after being loved and cherished by a wonderful husband and 2 sweet children was not living at all. Could she exist in this environment? Her heart recoiled from the  thought.

 

 

 

 "Dear Lord, You promised to never leave me. Please help me get through today. Help my beloved Adam. Let him know I'm still alive. Amen."

 

 

 

 "Where are ya goin'?" Benson's harsh voice broke into her prayer.

 

 

 

 Anne closed her eyes, and slowly retraced her steps to the campfire. "What do you want?" she asked coldly.

 

 

 

 "We're outta water." He thrust two buckets at her. "Git some."

 

 

 

 She took the buckets and looked at him evenly. "Where do I get it?"

 

 

 

 He spit on the ground. "Ain'tcha got eyes?" he pointed to a small stagnant watering hole. Anne resolved not to drink a drop of it, but filled the buckets and set them  down beside him.

 

 

 

 "Carry 'em over to the barrel and dump 'em in," he ordered.

 

 

 

 Anne did as she was told, and faced him, her eyes flashing, struggling to suppress the anger that surfaced in her being. He gave her a twisted, evil grin.

 

 

 

 "Thet's all fer now, Honey. I like yer spunk. Ya've got sense not ta use it, but I like ta see it." He nodded towards the mine. "Git back inside. Save some time fer me  tanight."

 

 

 

 Anne lifted her chin and squared her shoulders. Never, she thought with spirit. The mine seemed a haven after that, and she was glad to make her retreat.

 

 

 

 "Oh, Adam," her heart cried out, "Please find me!"

 

 

 

 * * * *

 

 

 

 Adam started searching at the break of dawn. His heart felt heavy and so lonely for Anne and the children. But at least Adam Charles and Elizabeth were safe at his  father's home. If only he knew how Anne was. He drew a deep breath and expelled it slowly, turning to look in all directions. Mounting Sport, he marked the  beginning of a new trail and began the arduous task of looking for more clues.

 

 

 

 All morning he searched, climbing to a higher altitude for a better grasp of his surroundings. He strained his eyes for any sign of a campfire or smoke, but there was  nothing. By late afternoon, he was exhausted and sank down on a large flat rock. It was the kind of rock he and Anne had shared in England the day he'd learned  she was expecting Adam Charles. He remembered it vividly, and smiled at the memory. He rested briefly, before pushing on in the few hours of daylight remaining.

 

 

 

 As he entered a clearing by the stream, he caught a whiff of smoke, and eagerly scanned the area for the source. A smoldering campfire several yards away proved  to be a disappointing find and he leaned against Sport, feeling discouraged and very alone. But just a few feet from it, he found tracks leading south. Were they  doubling back? He'd followed tracks leading north at the beginning of his search. Adam frowned and looked around uncertainly. He buried his face in his hands,  then looked up in desperation.

 

 

 

 " 'I will lift up mine eyes unto the hills from whence cometh my help? My help cometh from the Lord, Who made heaven and earth, ' " he quoted softly and  stopped. The hills. Could the renegades have their hideout up there--- in these hills? Of course, he knew they could, but did they?

 

 

 

 He felt a renewed sense of hope and mounted Sport, turning him toward the foothills just beyond the stream. It was almost dark when he'd reached the base of the  mountain, and made camp for the night. Nearly two days had passed, but they felt like years to him. He lay awake for a long time, thinking about Anne and took a  small picture of her out of his saddle bag. Her likeness smiled back at him.

 

 

 

 "When I find you, Darling," he whispered, "I'll make sure you know how deeply I've missed you." He sighed and rearranged the saddle to a more comfortable  position. Sleeping under the stars used to be a pleasant experience, but now it only reminded him of what he'd lost. He closed his eyes, and continued, "You're  forever in my heart, Anne, but that's not enough---I want to hold you in my arms."

 

 

 

 The tears came to his eyes, and he sat up crossing his arms over his knees. He was too physically exhausted to weep, and too emotionally spent to keep the tears  from streaming down his cheeks. At last they subsided and he lay back wearily. When he awoke hours later, a brilliant ray of sunlight shone full in his face. He sat  up quickly and looked around at the unfamiliar surroundings. This was the day when he would find Anne---at least, he would try.

 

 

 

 * * * *

 

 

 

 Benson's voice woke Anne from a deep slumber. "Are ya gonna sleep all day? Git up and rustle us some breakfast---hurry now!"

 

 

 

 Anne sighed and felt like ignoring him, but decided no good could come of it. The rope chaffed her ankles as she shuffled around, scrambling eggs and frying  pancakes. The aroma from the food made her feel ill, and after all was ready, she returned to the mine to get away from Benson. She hated the way he looked at  her..

 

 

 

 "I'd sooner die than live like this for the rest of my life," she whispered. Her eyes felt hot and dry, and she leaned against a large timber. Slowly she sank to the  dusty floor and closed her eyes. When she opened them, the tall Indian stood over her with a cup of clear, cold water.

 

 

 

 "Drink this," he said firmly. Anne sighed and obediently took a few swallows. "Why do you not eat?" he asked.

 

 

 

 "I'm not hungry," Anne replied simply.

 

 

 

 "You will lose strength. You must eat to keep strength."

 

 

 

 "Why?" she asked woodenly. "I don't want to live like this forever. Please---just let me be. I'll be less trouble to you dead."

 

 

 

 The Indian's eyes flashed. "I did not protect you so you could die. You must stop this nonsense. Here," he lifted her head again. "Take more water."

 

 

 

 Anne took another sip and thought about his words. Was it worthwhile to make an effort to stay alive? She nodded reluctantly, and he smiled somberly at her.

 

 

 

 Benson's unkempt form darkened the doorway and he began to chuckle. "Hey, Anne, I've got some good news to tell you. You can stop worryin' about Adam  Cartwright. One of my men saw him in Virginia City last night." He paused as she looked up, her lips parting slightly. "He was dead." He finished bluntly.

 

 

 

 Anne stared at him, stunned. "No!" she cried softly.

 

 

 

 "Yep," he confirmed. "Shot down in a fair gun fight. So now yer really mine. Don't worry, I don't hurt what belongs ta me." He moved away, and Anne looked up  at the Indian.

 

 

 

 "I've no reason to live now," she said brokenly, tears streaming down her face. "My children were killed in the fire ~ my husband is dead---please, let me die, too."   She turned away, closing her eyes.

 

 

 

 He watched her closely. "Does he always speak truth?"

 

 

 

 Anne opened her eyes. "Big Mack?" she asked. He nodded, and she sighed. "No, but I don't know how to find out if he is or not. I just don't know what to do."

 

 

 

 "Be strong." he said gently. "Listen to heart." He left her quietly and returned with a canteen of cold water and a small bowl of fresh berries. "Eat these," he told her,  "And drink all of water." He set them on the rock beside her and exited the mine.

 

 

 

 Anne ached inwardly. What should she do? If she didn't eat, how long would it take to die? If she did try to live---was it worth it? A tear trickled down her cheek.   "Dear Lord," she whispered, "I feel so alone. If You leave me, then I have no one. No reason to live---no reason to love." Her words trailed off and she bowed her  head, letting the tears flow. "Please show me what to do."

 

 

 

 All morning long, Anne wrestled with the question of life and death. If Adam was dead, she didn't want to live. But, if there was a chance that he was still alive  despite Benson's words ---. She thought wryly about the story of Romeo and Juliet, and shook her head. "I'll live, for Adam's sake, just in case he's still alive and  looking for me."

 

 

 

 By noon, she felt some better, and didn't wait for Benson to call her to fix lunch. As she stepped outside the mine shaft, the tall Indian left the trees where he'd been  waiting. He held a small bucket out to her.

 

 

 

 "You come---pick berries for meal."

 

 

 

 Anne looked at him puzzled. In the 3 days she'd been there, she hadn't been permitted to be more than a few feet from the mine shaft. But he pushed the pail  towards her, and she took it hesitantly. If he was setting her up, there wasn't much she could do about it, except try to comply obediently.

 

 

 

 He motioned to a trail leading out of the wooded area, and Anne followed him slowly, the ropes hindering her progress. They walked some distance from the mine  before coming to the berry patch, and Anne began to pick rapidly, still feeling confused and perplexed. Her Indian guide/guard, she wasn't yet sure which, stood off  to the edge of the patch, his eyes trained on the horizon.

 

 

 

 Anne soon filled the bucket and turned around. "I've picked as many---." she stopped, looking first one way and then the other. He was gone! Now what? she  wondered. Frowning, she shook her head in bewilderment, and walked to the place where he'd been standing. A small pocket knife lay there in the trampled grass.   She bent down and touched it carefully, glancing around. Was it a trap? Anne pondered her situation for a moment, and decided to play along if it was and see  what happened. "If Adam were here, he'd know what to do, " she thought to herself, cutting the rope that bound her ankles. She rubbed them gingerly and replaced  the knife, standing once more.

 

 

 

 Reaching for the berries, she crept over to the shelter of a large tree and carefully surveyed the wilderness that lay before her. She saw no one, yet hesitated to  move out.

 

 

 

 "Start walking."

 

 

 

 Anne whirled around, but she was still alone. She took a deep breath and put her hand to her heart. "Help, me, Lord," she whispered, trembling slightly. "I'm so  uncertain, and I must be hearing things, but I can't afford to lose my mind now. Please help me."

 

 

 

 She gripped the bucket handle until her knuckles turned white, and bravely took a step out into the open.

 

 

 

  * * * *

 

 

 

  Adam filled his canteen at the small brook before ascending the mountain. He stroked the 3 days growth on his face and looked at his reflection in the water.   Shaking his head, he took Sport's reins and secured the rope for the pack horse. Even at this hour, the sun beat down unmercifully as they slowly made their way  around the side of the lower base of the mountain. By noon, he was worn out and dropped wearily to the ground under a small tree.

 

 

 

 "Oh, God, You'll have to help me. I can't go much further." he closed his eyes, resting his head on his knees. A hand on his shoulder startled him, and looking up,  he saw an Indian standing near him.

 

 

 

 Adam took a deep breath and slowly rose to his full height. He frowned slightly, not recognizing the Indian's features as Paiute, Apache, Bannock, or any of the  other tribes in the territory. The Indian spoke quietly,

 

 

 

 "You search long time?"

 

 

 

 Adam's eyes narrowed and he nodded hesitantly. "Yes," he replied.

 

 

 

 "You search for white woman?" the Indian pressed.

 

 

 

 Adam scarcely dared to breath. He nodded again. "Yes. I am looking for my wife. How do you know about this?"

 

 

 

 His visitor motioned. "You come."

 

 

 

 "Where?" Adam asked, still stunned.

 

 

 

 The Indian did not reply, but simply turned and began walking up a trail that Adam hadn't noticed before. He stood still for a moment, then sprang after him. For  quite a while they wove through the trees, climbing higher and higher. Glancing down the mountain side, Adam recognized a few landmarks and got a vague sense  of direction. Looking back up the trail, he leaned forward frowning, and put his hand to his chin. He took a deep breath, and shook his head in disgust.

 

 

 

 "That Indian must have tricked me," he said softly. "I wonder where he went?" Contemplating his predicament, Adam decided to follow the trail to the finish. He  tugged on Sport's reins and he and the packhorse followed Adam on up the mountain.

 

 

 

 * * * *

 

 

 

 Anne carefully picked her way down the rugged mountain. Loose rocks made her going difficult, but she kept walking. Wherever this trail led, it had to be better  than what she'd experienced for the past 3 days. Maybe someone would give her a ride home. Home. Tears welled up in her eyes, and she brushed them away.   The house might be gone, but they would rebuild. How she would miss Adam Charles and Elizabeth----. A sob rose in her throat, and Anne, blinded by her tears,  stumbled over a branch in the path and fell to the ground giving way to the grief in her heart. The bucket of berries slipped from her grasp and rolled down the slope  spilling it's contents, but she didn't notice. A forlorn little heap, Anne wrapped her arms around her knees, letting the tears flow freely.

 

 

 

 * * * *

 

 

 

 Adam removed his hat and squinted up at the sun. It must be getting on towards evening, he estimated, wiping the sweat from his brow. How long he'd been  following this trail he didn't know. He sighed wearily and forged ahead. Many times he considered turning back, but couldn't bring himself to do so. What if Anne  was up there somewhere, and he gave up too soon? He'd never be able to live with himself. His throat felt hot and dry, and his lungs ached. Taking as deep a  breath as they would allow, Adam placed one tired foot in front of the other.

 

 

 

 Suddenly Sport snorted, throwing his head high. Adam stiffened and looked to see what had startled his trusted mount. To his surprise, an empty bucket came  rolling towards them. His eyes narrowed, and he approached it with caution, examining it curiously. Fresh berry juice stained his fingers as he turned it over, looking  for any clue that might tell him something about it. He turned to Sport.

 

 

 

 "Well, old fella, between that Indian and this bucket, I'm not sure what to think!" Sport snorted in agreement, and Adam tugged on the reins. "C'mon, we've got a  ways to go yet."

 

 

 

 He had gone several yards, when he heard the sound of someone crying. He held his breath, scanning the mountainscape before him. Seeing no one, he pushed  forward eagerly, his keen eyes searching everywhere. Then he saw her---a small, crumpled heap beside an outcropping of rocks. Her head was bowed, but the  fading sunlight highlighted her dark hair. Adam stood still, rooted to the spot, half afraid that she might disappear if he moved.

 

 

 

 "Anne?" he called hesitantly.

 

 

 

 Instantly she lifted her head and looked around. The tears glistened on her face, and she brushed them out of her eyes. "Adam?" she whispered.

 

 

 

 He groundtied Sport and covered the space between them in seconds, dropping to the ground beside her. Crushing her to him, he whispered,

 

 

 

 "Oh, Anne! Thank God, I've found you!"

 

 

 

 Anne sobbed against his shoulder. "I almost gave up hope," she choked out brokenly, "They said you were dead!"

 

 

 

 "Who?" Adam asked, looking down at her.

 

 

 

 "Big Mack," Anne replied, sniffing. She lifted her eyes to meet his. "You'll find it hard to believe, but Big Mack is Max Benson."

 

 

 

 A look of shock passed over his face, and he pulled her close. "Did he hurt you?" he asked, kissing her forehead gently.

 

 

 

 Anne shook her head. "No," she said, leaning back to look at him. "He wanted to, but a tall Indian refused to let him. Adam, it was the strangest thing how he  defended me." She caressed his cheek and smiled. "He told me not to believe the lies that you were dead."

 

 

 

 "An Indian?" Adam questioned. "Was he about 6', dressed in buckskin garb?" he described the beadwork, and Anne nodded slowly. "He brought me here to this  trail and then I lost him."

 

 

 

 Anne frowned thoughtfully. "Adam, it was exactly the same with me. I came with him to pick berries---." She explained the entire incident in detail. "Do you  think---?"

 

 

 

 "That he was an angel?" Adam finished softly. She nodded. "I wouldn't be surprised," he replied. "God heard my prayers for you. He knew what you needed." He  lifted her chin and looked deep into her eyes. "Anne," he whispered. "I've missed you terribly. I love you so much."

 

 

 

 Anne wiped a tear away. "I've missed you, too, Adam. I felt so lonely without you." She shook her head slightly. "I love you---more than ever!" He bent his head  and kissed her passionately, making up for the days they'd been apart.

 

 

 

 The sun began its downward descent behind the mountain, and Adam released his wife reluctantly. "It'll be dark soon," he said reflectively, "We'd better get off the  mountain before it's too dark to see. We'll make camp by the stream."

 

 

 

 She nodded in affirmation and he helped her to her feet. The way back down the mountain was a totally different experience for Adam, compared to his journey  up. He kept his arm around Anne, holding her close to his side.

 

 

 

 Once they reached the foothills, Adam put her on Sport and led the horse to the trees by the stream, selecting a sheltered place to camp. He built a small fire while  she found food supplies on the packhorse and fixed a meal for them. While Anne worked, she thought about the events that had taken place in a relatively short  period of time. The longest 3 days of her life had just culminated in a joyous reunion with her beloved. If only the children----. She stirred the fire and brushed away  a tear, the numbness of their loss creeping back around her heart.

 

 

 

 Adam stopped by a nearby tree with an armful of wood for the night, and swallowed hard. The loneliness he'd felt was replaced with an incredible sense of love.   He laid the wood down and turned Anne to face him, kissing her tenderly.

 

 

 

 "You don't know how I've missed you, Anne Darling," he whispered.

 

 

 

 She nodded. "Oh, yes I do," she replied fervently, clinging to him. "After I knew we'd lost the children---," her voice broke, and she buried her face in his shirt,  sobbing.

 

 

 

 "Anne," he spoke gently,, "What do you mean---lost the children?"

 

 

 

 "In the fire," she sobbed. "Oh, Adam it was so terrible!"

 

 

 

 He held her close, soothing her and whispering words of love and comfort. When her sobs gave no sign of letting up, he pulled her down beside him on a log.   "Anne," he said gently, but firmly. "We didn't lose the children. They're safe---with Pa and Marilynne."

 

 

 

 She quieted instantly, pulling away slightly. "What?" she asked in disbelief. He wiped the tears from her cheeks, nodding.

 

 

 

 "Adam Charles saw that the house was on fire, and saved Elizabeth's life." He paused, shaking his head. "He even managed to take the family Bible and my guitar  out as well."

 

 

 

 Anne's eyes widened as he told her, and fresh tears---tears of joy---filled them. "Thank God," she breathed, leaning against him. "It hurt so much to think that I'd  lost everyone dear to me, and now---to learn that we're still a family---." she looked up at him, tears clinging to her lashes. "Oh, Adam, I can't describe how I  feel!"

 

 

 

 With a smile, he drew her close. "You don't have to," he whispered. "I understand."

 

 

 

 Far into the night, they sat by the fire enjoying each other's presence. There was so much to catch up on, a great deal of which wasn't expressed in words.

 

 

 

 * * * *

 

 

 

 Adam Charles walked aimlessly around the yard, not seeing the scampering squirrels or small birds swooping low. He heaved a deep sigh and sat down on the  edge of the watering trough. Ben watched him from a distance and ached for his little grandson. He was having to deal with incredible pain and sadness far too  soon, yet Ben knew his own son Adam had done so as well. He laid aside the harness he was mending and sat down beside the youngster.

 

 

 

 "Grandpa, how many days has Pa been gone now?" Adam Charles asked softly.

 

 

 

 Ben hesitated. "Three days, Son."

 

 

 

 The boy nodded. "It seems so much longer to me. Do you think Pa's found Ma by now?" He lifted his eyes to his grandfather's and Ben saw tears shining there.

 

 

 

 "I hope so," he replied sincerely. "Your Pa is very good about finding things or people that are lost. I know he won't give up."

 

 

 

 Elizabeth ran out of the house with a cookie for her brother. She slowed down, and shyly held hers out to Ben. "Would you like to have a cookie, Grandpa?" she  asked sweetly.

 

 

 

 He smiled. "Thank you, Beth, but I'll get one in the house. You go ahead and eat yours." He stooped and kissed her on the top of her head. Tears stung his eyes as  he walked away from them. A silent prayer that both of their parents would return safely filled his heart.

 

 

 

 Entering the house, he found Marilynne sobbing by the window. She turned and Ben took her in his arms, mingling his tears with hers.

 

 

 

 "Oh, Ben," she whispered. "Their little hearts are so broken, but they're trying hard to be brave. It hurts me to see them hurting so. When, Darling---When do you  think Adam will be back?"

 

 

 

 Ben's arms tightened around her. "When he finds Anne," he replied softly. "When he finds her, and not before."

 

 

 

 * * * *

 

 

 

 It was high noon before either Adam or Anne stirred around the next morning. Adam awoke first and breathed a heartfelt prayer of thanksgiving. He glanced at  Anne, her head pillowed on his shoulder, and smiled. She was safe, and they were going home.

 

 

 

 "Anne," he said softly. Her eyes opened drowsily, and a smile turned up the corners of her mouth. "Good morning!" he continued, smoothing her hair back from her  face.

 

 

 

 She nodded and closed her eyes again, but only for a moment. "Yes, it is, isn't it?" she replied, sitting up and holding his hand to her lips. "I haven't really rested  since----since the day it all happened."

 

 

 

 Adam sat up beside her and pulled her into an embrace. "Neither have I," he agreed. "It's so good to have you back, Anne. I don't know how my father stood  it---losing three wives." He shook his head, and kissed her cheek.

 

 

 

 Anne leaned back to face him. "Your father had no choice," she replied thoughtfully, "He had you and your brothers---he had to go on." She paused and traced the  outline of his jaw with her finger. "You could've, too, if you'd had to."

 

 

 

 His eyes filled with gentleness and love. "Maybe you're right, Darling, but, thank God, I don't have to." He bent his head and kissed her tenderly.

 

 

 

 Anne fixed a late breakfast, and they started on their way back to the Ponderosa. But getting a late start meant another day on the trail, and Adam regretted that for  Anne's sake and the children's. Riding behind him, Anne rested her cheek against his shoulder and squeezed him tight.

 

 

 

 "Adam," she spoke softly, "How were the children when you left them?"

 

 

 

 He turned slightly to look at her. "They were crying, missing you very much. I imagine these days have been extremely difficult for them." he sighed. "I know they  were for me."

 

 

 

 Anne kissed his shoulder. "You dear," she whispered. "I can hardly wait to see them and hold them in my arms. I miss them so much."

 

 

 

 He nodded. "We should be home tomorrow," he said confidently. They had reached a friendly little stream, and dismounted to rest. Anne stooped down to get a  drink of water and caught a glimpse of her reflection. She shook her head. It would be good to get home and look respectable again. But the children---she didn't  want them to see her all disheveled.

 

 

 

 "Adam, will you keep a close watch for anybody passing by?" she appealed to him. "I'm going to get washed up."

 

 

 

 He grinned and brought a couple of blankets over. "Sure, Anne, I'll look out for you." He placed the blankets where she could reach them easily, and faithfully took

 up his post.

 

 

 

 Half an hour later, Anne sat shivering by the fire, wrapped in the blankets while her clothing hung from branches to dry. Adam handed her a cup of hot coffee and  sank down beside her. "We'll make camp here tonight and try to get an early start in the morning." he said.

 

 

 

 Anne smiled and nodded, sipping the coffee. It had been a fairly warm day, but a stiff breeze and the icy mountain stream combined to chill her quite thoroughly.   She shivered again, and Adam slipped his arm around her. Anne snuggled closer and sighed with contentment.

 

 

 

 Dusk fell, and the two were completely unaware of the shadowy forms hidden well by the dense foliage. Several pairs of eyes watched them from a distance,  already having pre-determined the time of attack.

 

 

 

 Adam reached for the small Bible he carried in his saddle bag and handed it to Anne. "Do you want to read something for us before it gets too dark to see?"

 

 

 

 She nodded and took the Bible. It fell open to Psalm 34, and Anne read aloud until she came to verse 7. She stopped suddenly and looked up at Adam. "This is  our verse, Darling," she said, proceeding to read, " 'The angel of the Lord encampeth round about them that fear Him, and delivereth them.' " Their eyes met, and  Adam nodded soberly.

 

 

 

 "It's true," he said simply. After a quiet prayer together, Adam wrapped his arms around Anne. "Good night, my precious Anne," he whispered, kissing her gently.

 

 

 

 "Aren't you coming, too?" she asked, rising to her feet. He stood as well.

 

 

 

 "Soon," he promised, squeezing her shoulders. "I want to sit up a little longer."

 

 Anne nodded and stood on tiptoe to kiss him again. "Good night, Darling." she whispered, squeezing his arms.

 

 

 

 He watched her settle in for the night, and turned his back on the fire to guard her. He'd noticed tracks along the trail that disturbed him very much. Twice he'd seen  figures darting from rock to rock. He hadn't breathed a word of it to Anne, knowing it would only frighten her. He lifted anguished eyes heavenward. The stars  twinkled overhead, and a sliver of a moon winked at him. Sport and the packhorse snorted and moved around nearby.

 

 

 

 "Dear Lord," he whispered earnestly. "I love Anne so much. For her sake, please protect us from the renegades and Big Mack. I couldn't bear to lose her again."  he took a deep breath and closed his eyes. "The children need their mother, and I need my wife. Please, Lord---Please keep us all together. Amen."

 

 

 

 He banked the fire and lay down, slipping his arm around Anne and pulling her close. Before long, he was fast asleep.

 

 

 

 Moments later, a tall figure stepped out of the forest and stood over their campfire, shielding it from view. The renegade Indians searched carefully for the small  camp they'd observed from seclusion, but the moon had hidden behind thick clouds, and they finally gave up altogether, melting into the darkness confused and  amazed. When dawn broke and the sun began to rise, the unseen guardian disappeared in the morning light.

 

 

 

 Adam watered the horses and stopped to examine tracks just a few feet from their camp. They were fresh tracks---only hours old. He took a deep shuddering  breath, whispering "Thank You!" Without explaining why, he hurried around, breaking camp and after a hasty breakfast, helped Anne mount Sport, swinging up  himself. They hadn't ridden far when Anne leaned forward slightly.

 

 

 

 "Adam, what's wrong?"

 

 

 

 He sighed, reluctantly telling her about his worries the night before and what he'd found that morning. "I didn't want you to be afraid. That's why I didn't tell you."

 

 

 

 Anne smiled and hugged him. "You're so thoughtful," she commented softly. "But, Adam, don't you think we're being well cared for by Someone Who knows and  sees everything?"

 

 

 

 He glanced back at her, his eyes darkening. and nodded soberly. "Yes, Anne. I know we are."

 

 

 

 The miles passed quickly and soon they came to the main road leading from Carson City to the Ponderosa. Adam pulled Sport to a stop, and turned to face Anne.

 

 

 

 "We're getting closer to home, Anne," he said jubilantly. "Just a few more miles---and home!"

 

 

 

 A smile lit up her face and she squeezed him tight. "Home," she repeated. "I can hardly wait!" He kissed her gently, looking deep into her eyes. "Neither can I," he  agreed.

 

 

 

 Adam kicked Sport back into action and they traveled on. He glanced back at Anne. "Do you remember when you first came to the Ponderosa?" he asked.

 

 

 

 "Of course, I do," she replied, a lilt in her voice.

 

 

 

 He grinned. "Remember the time when you were mine for the day?"

 

 

 

 Anne laughed softly. "I'll never forget it," she replied. "I didn't quite know what to do or say. You really caught me off guard."

 

 

 

 Adam nodded, smiling. "I took you for a buggy ride that evening along this same road. " he continued thoughtfully. "By then, I already knew that I loved you with all  of my heart, and that evening, it was all I could do to keep from taking you in my arms. I remember it so well." His eyes took on a faraway look, and although Anne  couldn't see it, she heard it in his voice.

 

 

 

 She listened carefully, his words stirring sweet, pleasant memories in her heart. "Those were wonderful days," she murmured dreamily, her arms tightening around  his waist. He glanced at her and smiled.

 

 

 

 "Yes, they were," he agreed. "And they've only gotten better over the years."

 

 

 

 Anne nodded, and replied, "Yes, Adam Darling, they've only gotten better." She rested her cheek against his shoulder and closed her eyes, deep in thought.

 

 

 

 * * * *

 

 

 

 Adam Charles and Elizabeth sat on the porch, helping Marilynne shell peas for supper. She told them stories about her childhood, the pets she'd had to play with,  and the cousins who loved to play pranks on each other. From time to time, she was rewarded with a smile and sometimes a giggle from Elizabeth, but for the most  part, they listened quietly. Marilynne picked up the last pod and shelled it expertly, setting the bowls aside.

 

 

 

 "You both have helped me so much, and I really appreciate it," she said gently, putting an arm around each of them. She held them close and felt their small frames  trembling as they tried to hold back the tears.

 

 

 

 "It's been 5 days now," Adam Charles sniffed as he spoke. "Do you think something's happened to Pa?"

 

 

 

 Marilynne thought carefully before answering. "Your Pa found me once when I was in trouble before your grandpa and I were married. I know he will find your  mother." She lifted her eyes to the azure sky, and then closed them, not knowing what else to say.

 

 

 

 Elizabeth leaned her head against Marilynne, the dolly held firmly in her small hands. "Grandma," she said in a quavering voice, "If Ma and Pa don't come back, can  we stay here with you and Grandpa?"

 

 

 

 A sob rose in Marilynne's throat as tears filled her eyes, and she squeezed the children tight. It was some time before she trusted herself to speak. "Yes, dear Child,  you may. Your grandpa and I love you both very much."

 

 

 

 Adam Charles stood to his feet silently and reached for his sister's hand. "Let's take a walk, Beth," he said. Marilynne watched them walk slowly up the road as  Ben stepped up beside her and put his arm around her.

 

 

 

 "I heard what Elizabeth asked," he whispered. "Poor children. I don't know how much more they can take."

 

 

 

 Marilynne shook her head. "Oh, Ben," she cried softly, "Why? Why does something like this happen to good people---to sweet, innocent children?"

 

 

 

 His arm tightened around her waist. "Evil doesn't play favorites, Darling," he replied slowly. "I don't know why this happened either, but I do know that God knew  it would happen." he paused and brushed his hand across his eyes. "We can't lose our faith, Marilynne. We've got to hold onto it, and keep trusting Him to bring  them back."

 

 

 

 She nodded and turned to look up at him. "You're right, Ben, and I will," she whispered, drawing his face close to hers. "I love you ."

 

 

 

 Ben smiled and took her in his arms, kissing her tenderly. "I love you, too, Marilynne." he lifted her chin slightly. "You fill my days with such happiness. I bless the  day we met."

 

 

 

 "That makes two of us," she whispered with a radiant smile.

 

 

 

 Adam Charles and Elizabeth entered the yard and walked toward them slowly, their cheeks stained with tears. Ben went inside for glasses of lemonade, and  Marilynne opened her arms to them, holding them close. When words failed, she knew love never did.

 

 

 

 * * * *

 

 

 

 The rolling movement of Sport's canter had put Anne to sleep. Her once tight hold on Adam relaxed, and glancing back at her, he covered her hands with his,  squeezing them gently. As they turned off the main road onto Ponderosa land, he pulled Sport to a stop and turned his head.

 

 

 

 "Anne," he said, a note of excitement coloring his voice. "We're on the Ponderosa!"

 

 

 

 She lifted her head and blinked her eyes drowsily. Adam smiled and repeated it. Her eyes lit up and she hugged him tight.

 

 

 

 "Oh, Adam, we're almost home!" she exclaimed breathlessly. He nodded, turning in the saddle to kiss her. "Yes, my Girl, we're almost home!"

 

 

 

 Sport sprang into action at his master's command, and before long, Anne recognized the area around her. Her heartbeat quickened, and she took several deep  breaths. It seemed so long since she'd seen the children, Ben, Marilynne and everyone else dear to her heart. Her emotions got the better of her, and Anne wiped  away the tears before they had a chance to dampen Adam's shirt. She closed her eyes, envisioning their reunion with Adam Charles and Elizabeth and wrapped her  arms tightly around Adam.

 

 

 

 When the house came into view, Anne held her breath. Excitement, anticipation, and tremendous joy all welled up within her heart. Despite her best efforts, the  tears streamed down her cheeks. Adam handed his handkerchief back to her, his own throat tightening. To have his whole family back together again had seemed  such an impossible dream a few days ago. Now, they were only a few moments away from realizing that dream. He curled his fingers around Anne's and blinked  back a mist in his eyes,

 

 

 

 * * * *

 

 

 

 Ben caught sight of the approaching riders before the others did and slowly rose to his feet. He recognized Sport immediately, and a smile replaced the concerned  expression he'd worn most of the day. As they neared, he looked down at Adam Charles and Elizabeth.

 

 

 

 "Children," he said gently, "Look who's coming!"

 

 

 

 Adam Charles and Elizabeth wiped their tears away and looked up. Just entering the yard was Sport and----!

 

 

 

 "Ma? Pa?" Elizabeth whispered, her eyes widening. Adam Charles took a deep breath and started to smile. He grabbed his little sister's hand and they ran to meet  their parents. Adam lifted Anne down, and she met them, sinking to the ground to hold them tightly in her arms. Adam embraced the three of them, his heart filled to  overflowing with gratitude.

 

 

 

 Ben and Marilynne exchanged smiles, and after giving them a few moments alone, joined them to welcome Adam and Anne back home again.

 

 

 

 Anne slowly rose to her feet, her arms still around Adam Charles and Elizabeth and turned to Ben and Marilynne. "I'm so glad to see you both again!" she  whispered. Marilynne stepped forward to embrace her, and Ben squeezed her arm. They walked to the house talking, laughing, and crying---a reunion they would  never forget.

 

 

 

 Once inside, Marilynne turned to Anne. "We're about the same size, Dear. Come upstairs with me, and I'll find something for you. That outfit you're wearing has  seen more wear and tear in a few days than most clothes do in a lifetime!"

 

 

 

 Anne smiled gratefully, and followed Marilynne up to her room, with Elizabeth Anne holding securely to her mother's hand.

 

 

 

 Adam watched them until they were out of sight and turned to his father. "Pa, you don't know how good it is to have Anne back. So many times I thought I'd never  find her." he sat down, and put his arm around Adam Charles beside him. "Their trail was really hard to follow."

 

 

 

 Adam Charles looked up at his father intently. "How did you find Ma?" he asked.

 

 

 

 Adam smiled. "It must have been an angel who showed me where to go." He recounted his experience and Anne's as well. Ben leaned forward with interest.

 

 

 

 "That's wonderful, Son." he brushed away the mist in his eyes. "Did you find the hideout, too?"

 

 

 

 Adam frowned. "Well, not exactly," he replied. "I know the general location, though I didn't actually see it."

 

 

 

 "Could you give the sheriff good enough directions to get there?" Ben asked.

 

 

 

 He nodded. "Yes. If I'd known where to look, it wouldn't have taken me near this long to find Anne. I went the long way---through the woods and across the  streams. Coming home, we took the shortcut near the Carson City road. I could give Clem and the boys a fairly accurate map to follow."

 

 

 

 "Good," Ben replied. He stood to his feet and walked towards the door. "I'll have one of the hands ride in and ask Clem to come out this evening. He'll be anxious  to organize his posse."

 

 

 

 Adam nodded. "Pa, there's one thing you should know--- Big Mack is Max Benson."

 

 

 

 Ben turned slowly and his brow lowered. He shook his head in disbelief. "Thank God, Anne is safe," he said hoarsely, exiting the house.

 

 

 

 Clem arrived after dinner and listened with interest to Adam and Anne's account. Although he had replaced Roy Coffee some time after Max Benson had been  ordered to leave Virginia City, he had learned of the situation from those around town who felt it their duty to inform him of matters past and present..

 

 

 

 Adam took out a surveyor's map and drew a basic trail for them to follow. He pointed out the location where he'd found Anne, and she took the pen, tracing the  path she had walked. Clem nodded a few times, and folded the map, putting it in his pocket. He turned to Adam.

 

 

 

 "Any chance on you comin' with us, Adam, and helpin' us catch Benson?"

 

 

 

 Adam shook his head and put his arm around Anne. "Sorry, Clem, but I've seen enough of that part of the country to last me a lifetime!"

 

 

 

 Clem smiled and stood up. "Well, I'll get a posse together tonight, and we'll ride out first thing in the mornin'." He tipped his hat to Anne. "I'm glad you're home safe,  Ma'am."

 

 

 

 He rode away, eager to bring the criminals to justice and prevent anymore tragedy from occurring.

 

 

 

 * * * *

 

 

 

 In Virginia City, a small nucleus of merchants gathered in the sheriff's office, consulting with Clem. Each man wrote down a list of items, and left for his respective  enterprise, agreeing on a set time to meet again the following morning.

 

 

 

 * * * *

 

 

 

 Hop Sing was up before the birds the next morning. Jenny was expecting their first child and no longer helped him in the kitchen. He had gotten so used to her  assistance that it seemed there was never enough time to get it all done now. But every time he thought about the coming baby, he felt so happy inside. He decided  the extra work was definitely worth it, and walked with a spring in his step the short distance to the ranch house.

 

 

 

 They were scarcely finished with breakfast when a group of men rode up and dismounted. Anne raised her eyebrows.

 

 

 

 "Adam, do you think Clem and his posse have come for you after all?"

 

 

 

 He frowned. "I don't know, but I certainly didn't expect them to," he replied, rising from his chair.

 

 

 

 Ben opened the door and recognized many of his friends from stores in town. He greeted them with a cheerful smile and invited them inside, motioning to them to  be seated.

 

 

 

 "Thanks, Ben," said the spokesman for the group, "We've come to talk to Adam and Anne about something." He smiled as the two exchanged surprised glances.   "The men and I have decided that we want to help you get back on your feet, and we'd each like to tell you how we plan to do it."

 

 

 

 Anne reached for Adam's hand and squeezed it gently. She knew him well enough to know that he wasn't too proud to accept help from friends. She also knew  what his reaction would be. He smiled down at her as they sat down on the couch, and directed his attention to the merchant who'd stepped forward, paper in  hand.

 

 

 

 "Adam," he began, "We reckon you'll be wanting to rebuild using your own Ponderosa timber, but I'll supply all the nails, window panes, and hardware. If you'll  just make up a list of what you'll be needing, I'll get everything ordered from the warehouse."

 

 

 

 Adam and Anne sat in amazement as each one named what they'd be giving---clothing for the family, toys for the children, furniture, books, kitchen utensils, etc.  Finally, Adam took a deep breath.

 

 

 

 "I really don't know what to say," he said, overcome with their generosity. "Thank you very much. We'll keep account of everything and pay you back as soon as  possible."

 

 

 

 "If ir makes you feel better about it, alright," the spokesman agreed. "Many a time you've shared with others in their time of misfortune. We don't often get a chance  to return the favor." He turned to Anne. "Is there anything else that you need that we didn't mention?"

 

 

 

 She shook her head, and brushed the tears from her eyes. "No," she replied softly, "You're all so wonderful. Thank you."

 

 

 

 They made arrangements with Adam to meet him at the home site the following day, and bade the surprised young couple farewell. As they rode away, Ben put his  hands on Adam and Anne's shoulders, a broad smile lighting up his face.

 

 

 

 "You just can't measure the gift of friendship. Friends like those gentlemen are priceless."

 

 

 

 Adam looked up at his father and nodded. "Did you know they were going to do this?" he asked.

 

 

 

 Ben shook his head. "No, but it doesn't surprise me. I was in Virginia City the day before you got home, and everyone I ran into expressed a great deal of concern  for you." He squeezed their shoulders. "No, I'm not a bit surprised at their generosity, and I'm proud to call them friends."

 

 

 

 "So am I, " Adam replied sincerely.

 

 

 

 * * * *

 

 

 

 Clem and his posse of a dozen men rode triumphantly into town with a sullen Max Benson, alias Big Mack in handcuffs. After locking him up, he sent a wire to the  circuit judge, and leaving a deputy in charge, took the familiar road out to the Ponderosa.

 

 

 

 "Howdy, Adam!" he called, riding into the yard where Adam and his son were playing a game of horseshoes.

 

 

 

 Adam lifted his hand in greeting and expertly pitched a horseshoe toward the stake. With a smile at Adam Charles, he laid his other horseshoe down. "Howdy,  Clem," he brushed his hands together, and approached the sheriff. "How'd it go?"

 

 

 

 Clem nodded and dismounted. "We got him, Adam. By dividing the men up, we were able to take him by surprise and he surrendered without a fight." He shook  his head. "But, boy did we get an earful comin' back!"

 

 

 

 Adam grinned. "I'll bet you did. I remember his tongue was pretty vile the last time we encountered him. What about the renegades? Were they there, too?"

 

 

 

 Clem shook his head. "We didn't see them, but---" he sighed deeply. "We found the corpses of two white women. They---hadn't even buried them."

 

 

 

 Adam felt sick inside, knowing that, but for the mercy of God, it could've been Anne's fate, too. His brow furrowed. "Uh, Clem, if you don't mind, I'd just as soon  Anne didn't know about this."

 

 

 

 "Sure, Adam." Clem agreed. "There is one other thing. Anne will need to testify in Benson's trial. I wired the circuit judge on my way out here, so I'm not sure when  it'll be, but I'll let you know."

 

 

 

 Adam nodded slowly. "Thanks, Clem." He watched him ride away, his mind going back several years to another trial where Anne had faced Benson in a case to  dissolve her mail order bride agreement. Things would definitely be different this time around, but his heart still went out to her.

 

 

 

 "Pa," Adam Charles stood beside his father, "Do you want to finish the game?"

 

 

 

 Adam put his hand on his shoulder, tempted to decline. But one look in his son's eyes and he knew it wouldn't be right. "Sure do, Son," he replied with enthusiasm.   "Was it your turn?"

 

 

 

 When the game was over, Adam went inside to tell Anne about Clem's visit. She was pleased to hear of their success, but frowned about testifying in court.

 

 

 

 "Why me, Adam?" she wondered. "There were two other women there along with me. Surely one of them---."

 

 

 

 But Adam shook his head. "They can't, Anne." he said hesitantly in a low voice, "Clem found them---dead."

 

 

 

 "Oh, no!" Anne gasped, and she turned away, her eyes filling with tears. "I wanted to talk to them, but he wouldn't let me," she whispered. "I don't even know who  they were."

 

 

 

 Adam stepped up behind her and wrapped his arms around her. "Anne, it could've been you," he said with a catch in his voice. She turned to face him and looked  soberly into his eyes.

 

 

 

 "I realize that, Adam," she whispered. He wiped a tear from her cheek, and kissed her tenderly, crushing her to him. It was some time before he released her, the  knowledge of what could've happened still very real to him.

 

 

 

 Anne packed a lunch for him and with another embrace, he went to meet the various businessmen at their home site. She watched him out of sight, her heart  swelling with love for him, and returned to check on her sleeping little girl and to monitor her son's playtime.

 

 

 

 * * * *

 

 

 

 In the days that followed, Adam and several other men prepared the foundation for rebuilding. He and Anne decided they wanted their new house exactly as the  old one had been, and Adam brought out the blueprint he'd followed before. Joe and Candy cut the lumber and spent many hours each day hauling it from the  sawmill to the ranch. With many capable hands, the rebuilding progressed rapidly.

 

 

 

 Anne and the children surprised Adam with a picnic lunch one summer day, arriving just as the men were breaking from work. It was a very warm day, with a hint  of thunderstorms in the offing. Adam glimpsed them coming and dropped his tools to meet and walk back with them. A couple of Ben's ranch hands watched him.

 

 

 

 "Adam must be the luckiest guy around," he said wistfully.

 

 

 

 His friend agreed. "Yeah, and he knows it, too." After a kiss for Anne, Adam swung Elizabeth up in his arms. Adam Charles walked beside them, identifying birds.   The man sighed. "I'd advertise for a bride if I thought I'd be satisfied with what I got."

 

 

 

 Candy and Joe grinned at each other, not meaning to eavesdrop, but overhearing anyway. Each felt rather lucky himself. Candy thought about Karyn who would  be having their baby in a few months. Annabelle was due in the spring. Candy nodded at Joe and they took their lunch buckets over to the stream where it was  cooler.

 

 

 

 Adam spread out the quilt Anne had brought under s tall shade tree and helped her take a seat on the ground. The children played hide and seek while she and  Adam fixed their plates. After they'd finished eating, Adam Charles and Elizabeth ran off to play near Candy and Uncle Joe. Adam reclined on one elbow and  smiled up at Anne.

 

 

 

 "This was very thoughtful of you," he remarked.

 

 

 

 Anne returned his smile. "The children were so restless, and I missed you. It seemed the perfect solution for all of us!" her eyes sparkled.

 

 

 

 He nodded, his eyes darkening. Reaching for her hand, he whispered, "Anne, I love you. I'm so glad you came."

 

 

 

 "I love you, Adam," she replied, meeting his eyes. "It's been so nice to share a picnic with you again."

 

 

 

 He smiled, but shook his head. "I mean, I'm glad you came West---several years ago."

 

 

 

 Anne looked surprised. "Oh, way back then---you've been reminiscing, too!"

 

 

 

 "Yeah, I can't help it," he replied. "Especially with Benson coming back into the picture again, and you having to appear in a court case involving him." He nodded.   "You were brave to come all the way across the United States by yourself."

 

 

 

 Anne raised her eyebrows. "I thought I had a good reason for coming," she countered.

 

 

 

 Adam nodded and lifted her hand to his lips. "What would you be doing---if I hadn't asked you to marry me?"

 

 

 

 She leaned forward. "That's a hard question to answer," she replied thoughtfully. "I'd probably have gotten a job in the cafe or be teaching school somewhere." A  smile crossed her face. "But I love what I'm dong now, and never give it a second thought."

 

 

 

 "I'm glad," he said with satisfaction, sitting up and pulling her into his arms. "You're my treasure--- my precious Anne---my beautiful bride." He held her gaze and  kissed her affectionately.

 

 

  Anne's cheeks colored slightly. "You're a sweetheart, Adam," she whispered with feeling. "I love you so very much."

 

 

 

 Adam's smile warmed her heart. "And I love you, Anne," he said softly, his eyes caressing her face.

 

 

 

 Joe and Candy strolled past and waved cheerfully to them. Adam sighed and helped Anne load the empty containers in the basket. He pulled her into his arms,  whispering,

 

 

 

 "It's been a lovely day, Anne Darling. Thank you for making it so wonderful for me."

 

 

 

 With a radiant smile, Anne lightly bopped his nose. "I've loved spending every minute of it with you, Adam." His eyes lit up and he kissed her again.

 

 "Hurry home," she whispered. He nodded, and walked back up the knoll to rejoin the others.

 

 

 

 Anne took a deep breath and smiled to herself. It was as if they were still on their honeymoon, even after several years of marriage. Picking up her basket, she  called Adam Charles and Elizabeth, and the three of them started for home. Adam leaned on his shovel handle and watched them walk down the road, his heart  overflowing with love.

 

 

 

 "You'll be seeing her at home later, you know," Joe teased behind him.

 

 

 

 Adam turned and smiled soberly at his younger brother. "I know. But after what happened, I can hardly stand to let her out of my sight."

 

 

 

 "I know how you feel," Joe said simply and reached for another handful of nails.

 

 

 

 Not much later, a sharp crack of thunder brought their workday to a hasty conclusion. Men scrambled for shelter as rain poured from the leaden sky.

 

 

 

 "I hope Anne and the children made it home okay," Adam shouted above the thunder. Candy nodded.

 

 

 

 "I hope so, too. Karyn was going to visit her folks this afternoon---I hope she's found adequate shelter." he said, a worried frown wrinkling his brow.

 

 

 

 Joe nodded in agreement. Annabelle was at home, so he wasn't worried about her being out in the storm. But he knew severe storms did frighten her, especially  when she was alone. He fervently hoped this one would pass without causing any damage.

 

 

 

 An hour passed and the sun peeked out from behind the thick clouds. The men finished what they had begun, leaving the site quickly. Before departing for their  own homes, Adam, Joe and Candy stood together looking solemnly at the rising structure. The stone chimney rose like a monument, towering above them. Adam  shuddered at the thought that it very well might have been a monument, but for quick thinking by his little son. He sighed and clapped Joe on the back.

 

 

 

 "See you guys at church in the morning." Both Joe and Candy nodded, and with a wave, Adam mounted Sport and galloped away en route to the Ponderosa's  main ranch house---and Anne.

 

 

 

 * * * *

 

 

 

 The court date was set for mid-morning Tuesday, and Anne made arrangements for Candy and Karyn to watch the children while she and Adam were in Virginia  City. She looked carefully at the notes Adam had helped her compile the previous evening as they drove into town, and visualized each moment of her time away  from home. They neared the edge of town, and Anne folded the notes, placing them in her pocket.

 

 

 

 Adam glanced over and took her hand. "Are you nervous, Darling?" he asked.

 

 

 

 Anne frowned and managed a thin smile. "I am a little," she admitted. "It's just the uncertainty that makes it so difficult for me." A small sigh escaped her lips.

 

 

 

 He smiled and squeezed her hand gently. "I remember," he replied, expertly maneuvering the horse and buggy into a shaded area. Turning to face her, he continued.   "I also remember that you did a very good job and won the case of Barrett vs. Benson! You can do it again, Anne."

 

 

 

 She lifted her eyes and saw confidence and trust in his. "Thank you, Adam, but you helped me a great deal in that one, " she said quietly. "I appreciate your  encouragement---I just hope I can live up to your expectations."

 

 

 

 Adam's eyes darkened and he lifted her chin. "You already do." he replied warmly. "I love you, Anne."

 

 

 

 Anne nodded. "Knowing that has helped me through so much," she answered softly, putting her hand on his arm. "I love you, too, Adam." He drew her close in a  gentle embrace before helping her out of the buggy..

 

 

 

 They found their seats in the courtroom and awaited the entrance of Judge Warren, who had handled Anne's court case a few years previously. With slightly  trembling fingers, Anne withdrew her notes again and reread them. She closed her eyes wearily and sighed, then felt Adam's strong fingers curling around hers.   Anne lifted her head and gave him a grateful smile just as Clem and his deputies brought Benson into the room. His appearance was shaggy and disheveled---Anne  could not repress the shudder that shook her slender frame at the sight of him.

 

 

 

 At precisely 10am, Judge Warren entered and everyone rose to their feet. He looked surprised to see Anne in connection with Benson again, and as they were  seated, gave her a slight smile.

 

 

 

 It was a fairly informal trial. There was neither attorney nor jury, and Anne was the sole eye witness. Clem was called first to present the case, and holding up the  wanted poster along with various newspaper articles detailing the devastation caused by Big Mack and his renegades, laid out the evidence before the packed  courtroom. Benson glowered, his shoulders hunched together.

 

 

 

 Judge Warren turned to Anne. "Miss Barrett---er, Mrs. Cartwright," he amended, glancing down at his file, "Please tell the court your experience in Max Benson,  alias Big Mack's camp."

 

 

 

 Anne nodded and faced the courtroom, took a deep breath to calm herself, and began her story. When she was finished, Judge Warren removed his glasses and  brushed his hand across his eyes. "Thank you, Mrs. Cartwright," he said, his voice husky, "You may take your seat."

 

 

 

 Max Benson was given the opportunity to speak in defense of himself, but waived it. "I ain't got nothin' ta say," he mumbled.

 

 

 

 Judge Warren picked up his gavel. "Based on the evidence presented by the sheriff and the eye witness account given by Mrs. Cartwright, I do hereby sentence  you, Maxwell Benson, to death by hanging at dawn tomorrow morning." He pounded the gavel. "Case dismissed." Benson slumped in his seat and was led away by  Clem.

 

 

 

 As Judge Warren left the stand, he motioned to Anne, and she and Adam met him near the door. He smiled at them.

 

 

 

 "You know, it isn't often that I see a case like yours end so well, Mrs. Cartwright, nor do I take such an interest in the outcome. But I have wondered over the  years what became of you. I guess I know now."

 

 

 

 Anne and Adam exchanged smiles and he slipped his arm around her waist. "We got married a few days later and moved to England for a couple of years." Anne  replied. "Then Max Benson followed us to Europe and threatened Adam's life, so we moved back to the Ponderosa."

 

 

 

 The judge shook his head. "He's really targeted you," he commented, "After tomorrow morning, he won't trouble you any more." He shook Adam's hand. "I figured  you were interested in this little lady from the start. I'm truly glad things worked out for you two." Glancing at Anne, he asked, "Any little Cartwrights?"

 

 

 

 She nodded, smiling. "We have a son---Adam Charles and a daughter---Elizabeth Anne."

 

 

 

 Judge Warren looked pleased. "Well, I'm happy for you both. Best wishes----and I hope your lives are happier after this."

 

 

 

 Adam raised his eyebrows and smiled. "Your Honor, Anne and I couldn't be any happier than we already are, but thank you."

 

 

 

 He lifted his hand and with a slight shake of his head, watched them walk hand in hand out of the courtroom. Gathering his robes around him, he left for his hotel  room to ponder on the mysteries of life and love that could so unexpectedly bring two people together.

 

 

 

 Early the next morning as dawn broke, Max Benson received his just retribution, meeting his Maker. A large crowd had gathered to witness the event, but Adam  and Anne were not among them. They knew he had committed crimes worthy of the penalty, but had no desire to be a part of the onlookers. Both awoke shortly  after dawn, conscious of what was transpiring in Virginia City.

 

 

 

 Reclining on one elbow, Adam saw tears glistening on Anne's lashes. He squeezed her shoulder and she turned to face him, the tears spilling down her cheeks.   Adam's heart went out to her, and without saying a word, he wiped a tear away and drew her into his arms. She pillowed her head on his shoulder and sobbed  softly.

 

 

 

 "I don't know why I'm crying, Adam," she whispered, "I don't feel sorry for him. It's---I just don't know."

 

 

 

 "Shh," he replied softly, "You don't have to explain it. Benson's caused you alot of trouble and brought so much fear to your heart, and now that he's gone, it'll take  some time to realize that he can't bother you any more." He smiled down at her. "It's a relief to me, too, Darling, because I love you."

 

 

 

 Anne nodded, and sniffed a couple of times, gaining control of her emotions. Looking up at him, she whispered, , "You're so precious, Adam---I love you with all  my heart." Their lips met in a tender, lingering kiss. Anne fell asleep in his arms, the memory of his kiss leaving a peaceful smile on her face.

 

 

 

 * * * *

 

 

 

 The passing days saw the completion of the Ponderosa's second ranch house. Anne declared it was even more beautiful than the first one, and Adam had to agree  with her. It was home. True to their word, the local Virginia City merchants furnished the new home with furniture and appliances, sufficient clothing and other  necessities for the family. As a token of their appreciation, Adam invited them all to the ranch for a picnic. Anne, Marilynne, Jenny, Karyn, and Annabelle were  busy for hours preparing a feast for the crowd that would be gathering later that afternoon.

 

 

 

 Doc Martin arrived early, with a couple of boxes in the back of his buggy. He signaled to Adam and pointed to the boxes.

 

 

 

 "Adam, my Sheltie had puppies a month and a half ago. Do you reckon Adam Charles is ready for another dog?"

 

 

 

 Adam smiled. "That's very thoughtful of you, Doc. I'll go ask him." He walked to the corral where his son watched Candy and Joe show him how to rope a calf.   Touching his arm lightly, he said,

 

 

 

 "Son, Doc Martin brought a puppy from his dog's litter---he'd like to give it to you. Are you ready to let another dog take Wiggles' place?"

 

 

 

 Adam Charles bit his lower lip and looked down at the ground. He scuffed the dirt with his toe, and finally nodded slowly. "I think so, Pa," he replied hesitantly.

 

 

 

 Adam put his hand on his shoulder. "Why don't you come and take at look at it?" Together they walked back to the doctor who stood by his buggy, patiently  waiting for them. He opened the largest box and took out a beautiful little puppy with soulful brown eyes. It whimpered softly, and Doc handed it to Adam Charles.

 

 

 

 "She's yours, Son," he said softly.

 

 

 

 Adam Charles looked up at him, tears shining in his dark brown eyes. "Thank you, Doc," he whispered. "She's beautiful." He hugged the little dog and was  rewarded with a swipe on his nose. With a smile, he took the puppy to show her to Elizabeth.

 

 

 

 Adam and Doc Martin watched him go. "He's a fine boy, Adam. A good, sensitive lad. You and Anne are raising him well." Adam smiled. The doctor reached for  the other box, and opened the lid. A tiny striped head popped out and said, "Meow!!"Adam chuckled.

 

 

 

 "Doc, you must have a regular menagerie at your place."

 

 

 

 Doc grinned cheerfully and pulled the kitten out. "I brought him for Elizabeth, if you don't object." Adam shook his head, and Doc continued, "Where is she?"

 

 

 

 Adam scanned the yard and the growing crowd, finally spotting his little daughter close to her mother. He spoke to her in a low tone, and she skipped beside him to  see the surprise Doc had brought. With a squeal of delight, she thanked the doctor and carefully took the little kitten in her hands.

 

 

 

 "I think I'll call you Stripey," she whispered in it's ear. Stripey blinked his tiny eyes and looked at her, cocking his head to one side. She smiled up at her father. "I  think he likes his new name, Pa, " she said softly, and went back to her mother.

 

 

 

 Adam put his hand on Doc Martin's arm. "Thanks, Doc--- I appreciate this very much.."

 

 

 

 The doctor smiled. "My pleasure, Adam."

 

 

 

 Marilynne rang the dinner bell and voices hushed as Ben gave thanks. Hop Sing and Jenny served everyone, their faces wreathed in smiles. In the shadow of their  new home, Adam and Anne waited until the others had been served, talking in low tones.

 

 

 

 "It's been a challenging year so far, " Adam observed, drawing Anne close to his side.

 

 

 

 "Yes, but a good one, " she commented thoughtfully, smiling up at him. "We seem to attract difficulty, don't we, Adam?"

 

 

 

 Adam smiled. "Yeah, I guess so," he agreed. "But as long as we have the Lord and each other, Anne, we can handle it." His arm tightened around her waist.

 

 

 

 She nodded. "You're so right, Adam. I've known that before, but everything we go through just makes it a little more real."

 

 

 

 Clem approached them, informing Adam that he'd received a bank draft for the sum of $10,000 ----reward money for telling where Benson could be found. Adam  promised to stop by the next day and take care of it.

 

 

 

 A rousing baseball game, and many fond goodbyes later, Adam and Anne stood on the porch, looking up at the stars. Adam Charles and Elizabeth were tucked in  for the night---after making sure that their new pets were as well! Stripey was allowed to have his box in Elizabeth's room, delighting her heart. Adam Charles  opted to call his puppy Bella and bedded her down on his rug.

 

 

 

 Anne slipped her hand in Adam's and leaned against him. Taking a deep breath of the pine scented air, she said softly,

 

 

 

 "Adam, I wonder what the rest of this year holds for us."

 

 

 

 He nodded and put his arms around her. "I wonder, too, " he replied thoughtfully. "Whatever it is, I look forward to facing it---hand in hand with you, my Darling

 Anne."

 

 

 

 Anne smiled warmly up at him. "So do I, Adam," she whispered. "Together---You and I--- with Adam Charles and Elizabeth. " She put her hand lightly on her  abdomen and looked up at him. "Even the new little one, whose name we don't yet know."

 

 

 

 Adam's face took on a glow of wonder and surprise. He looked intently into her eyes and replied softly, "Really, Anne----? I'm so glad!" Drawing her close in a  gentle embrace, he kissed her with tenderness and love, whispering the words he'd said on the trail while still looking for her, "My precious Anne, you're forever in  my heart, but I love to hold you in my arms."

 

 

 

 "That's where I love to be most of all, Adam," she replied fervently.

 

 

 

 The stars twinkled their blessing as the moon hid his face behind a fleecy cloud. The stately Ponderosa pines applauded gently in the light summer breeze, passing  the good news from branch to branch. Creation may not completely comprehend the wonders of its Creator, but they rejoice in it, just the same.

 

 

 

 THE END

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 Author's Note: While most of the characters and locations are derived from NBC's popular Western Bonanza (1959-1973) created by David Dortort, the story penned here is purely my own personal work. It has not been my intention to detract in any way from the original intent of the show's producers.

 

 

 

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