Sunday, October 11, 2020

The Vacation (part 2)

By Monette Bebow-Reinhard

Editor's Note: This is part 2 of a four-part story about the Cartwright family written by our own Monette Bebow-Reinhard. Part 3 will publish next Sunday, the 18th. Be here! --Al Colombo, publisher

Joe never felt so tired. Riding home from the logging camp he nearly fell out of the saddle once or twice before catching up to Hoss, riding back from herd count. “Hoss, you look nearly as tuckered out as I feel.”

The Cartwright family!

“Oh, dadburnit, we had three men walk off the job today, and then there was this stampede and if it didn’t take the rest of the day to find half of them and the other half are still out there but there ain’t enough daylight to find them.”

“What started the stampede?” “I suspect that was when one of those fellows got mad and threw what he thought was an empty bottle of liquor into the fire.”

“And it wasn’t empty.”

“Nope.”

“What they get mad about?”

“Oh, I suspect that was my fault it was when I told them to stop drinking on the job. How was your day?”

“Well, Hoss, you know how, when the log gets cut and loaded on a wagon and then the wagon pulls the logs to the flume and then the log goes sailing down the flume all nice and pretty and hits the water to go downstream to the mill?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, someone forgot to bring the horses for the wagons.”

“Don’t tell me.”

“Yeah, I ended up dragging logs to the flume. Doggone Adam.”

“Now, come on, Joe, we can’t blame him for everything.”

“We can if he’s not here.”

“And you know we got vacation coming, too.”

“I ain’t gonna live that long, Hoss. He’s gonna be gone every other month for a year. How am I gonna sneak a vacation in there?”

“Good point, little brother.” Hoss tried to straighten in the saddle but failed. “Well, come on, if we’re lucky, Adam’s sent another letter saying he’s coming in on tomorrow’s stage.”

“And give up being governor? Ha.”

**

When they got home they didn’t at first notice how upset Ben looked but dived into the leftover beef stew Hop Sing kept warm for them. Hoss was cleaning his plate with the last of the bread when he noticed Ben studying the letter.

“Hey, Pa, what you got there? Bad news?”

Joe didn’t even look up from his plate. He appeared asleep.

“I’m afraid so, boys. It’s from Adam.” Ben walked to the table and gave Joe’s chair leg a kick, startling Joe into sitting up again.

“Sorry, Pa. I guess I should go to bed.”

“Let me read this letter from Adam first.”

Joe yawned. “Not sure I want to hear Adam bragging about the great time he’s having.”

“Well, then you’re going to want to hear this one. There’s been trouble.”

Dear Pa. I’d rather you don’t share this one with Hoss or Joe. I’d never live it down.
“Hey, Pa, see that? I’m going to bed.”

“Sit, Joe. He starts out that way but doesn’t end that way, so just listen.”

Adam Cartwright
I’m now out of the running for governorship. I don’t quite know how it happened. Everything was going along really well, but at this one gathering the champagne was flowing. Well, Pa, you know I can handle champagne. There was a lot of dancing, lots of girls, everyone kept toasting me as the next governor, refilling my glass. I don’t know how many I had, I lost track.

Well, these two girls, ladies actually, helped me across the street to a card game, and I’m told I was just laughing with them and having a grand time. I was told but I don’t remember it.

Joe laughed. “He was drunk.”

“Doggonit, I never seen Adam drunk.”

Ben shook his head and kept reading.

They took me to this card game and really, they made the stakes much too tempting. Well, you know it costs money to run a campaign, Pa, and I didn’t want you to have to put up the land for collateral or anything like that. So with the girls coaxing me, I took an empty seat. I’ve always prided myself on knowing when to hold them and when to fold them. And at first, it seemed Lady Luck was with me. I started sobering up, but then the whiskey began to flow. And well, I was in such a good mood, I guess my normally stoic nature just took wing. And then my luck took a foul turn.
“Oh, Pa, he must have got set up. That doesn’t sound like him.”

Ben nodded. “I suspect so, too. Let me keep reading.”

One of the card players turned out to be someone who wanted the governorship. Sam Morgan. When he accused me of cheating, I just sort of laughed at him. At first. But then someone started calling us both names, and well, one thing lead to another, and before I knew it, we were fist fighting in the street. Now some might say that to be governor you have to hold your own in a fistfight, but we were out there brawling like two-bit thugs, and neither of us were very sober. I kept trying to find a compromise but it’s hard with a fist in your jaw at every turn.

Finally the sheriff came running out, shooting his guns. He broke us up and hauled us off to jail. Well, that was the last straw. Now neither of us could be governor. You can’t run a campaign from a jail cell, I found that out.

Adam Cartwright in jail

I also found out what the punishment for drunkenness, cheating at cards, and brawling in the street as a would-be politician is in this town. I’m going to be stuck in jail for a year. So I guess I won’t be seeing the ranch for a while. I’ll return as a lowlife, not as a governor. What a turn of events. I never thought it could happen to me.

Now I know why I avoid the drink and the ladies in Virginia City. The pleasure of a night is not worth the trappings of the rest of the year.

On the bright side, the two ladies are keeping me company in here, so maybe the year will go fast. At least, on my end. Tell Hoss and Joe to just buckle down and work hard, for once. And tell them to stay out of politics.

“Ho-boy. I guess ole Adam thinks because he screws up a chance of a—.”

“Now, Joe, we all know Adam only means good for all of us. It’s what he’s learning on vacation that we can all learn from. Politics is a tough business.”

“Especially when you’re drunk!”

“Pa knows, Little Joe. He almost was territorial governor once.”

“Well, I still can’t believe it. From top of the world to jail. Just doesn’t sound like Adam.”

“You think he’s making it up, Pa?”

“Well, no. I mean, you boys tell tall tales, but I’ve never known Adam to do the same.” Ben folded up the letter, but Hoss took it from him and read it to himself. “You think I didn’t read it right, son?”

“No, it’s all right there, Pa, just like you says.”

“Oh, I can’t wait until Adam gets home and give him a hard time. And for a year, too, as long as he’s making us wait.”

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There was a barn social at the Harrisons’ a few nights later, and the three Cartwrights had themselves a good time dancing and getting to know some new neighbors. One of them happened to be named Sam Morgan, so Little Joe just naturally took to asking him if he just moved here from San Francisco.

A puzzled Hoss & Little Joe
“Well, I sure enough did. How’d you guess?”

“How come you’re out of jail?”

“Excuse me?”

“You start a fight with my brother there, and you get out but he doesn’t?”

“Son, I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Sam tried to walk away but Joe grabbed him again. “I’m talking about Adam Cartwright, is what I’m talking about.”

Hoss brought his girl over after replenishing their punch. “Joe, you better keep your voice down a mite.”

“Oh, Adam Cartwright, sure, I knew him. Last I saw he was having a grand old time there with a lady, not at all anxious to get out of jail.”

“How come he’s stuck in jail for a year and you’re not?”

“A year? You must have read his telegram wrong or something. Come to think, maybe his lady friend got him sprung right after he sent the letter. If you’ll excuse me, I was just on my way out. Need to make it an early evening.”

Joe and Hoss watched him walk away. “What the heck is going on, Hoss?”

“I suspect ole Adam’s having himself a great vacation. Not coming home like he said he would. Well, the jig is up, that’s for sure. No way Adam coulda known we’d run in to that feller.”

“Let’s go tell Pa. Adam must be on his way home already.”

“Dadgumit. He sure better be, or—.”

“I know, Hoss, the jig is up.”


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About the Author Monette Bebow-Reinhard is an established book author, specializing in historical accounts, issues, and events. She began writing movie scripts in 1975 and from 1992 to 1995, she co-wrote scripts for the Bonanza series. She has won several minor awards and Monette has several novels on the market.

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Sunday, October 4, 2020

The Vacation

By Monette Bebow-Reinhard

Editor's Note: This is part 1 of a four-part story about the Cartwright family written by our own Monette Bebow-Reinhard. Part 2 will publish next Sunday, the 11th. Be here! --Al Colombo, publisher

Joe was grumpy that morning, and nearly missed Hoss’s cup when he poured the coffee. “Come on, Joe, watch what you’re doing!” Hoss sopped up the spilled coffee with his biscuit and took a bite.

“Sorry, Hoss. Can’t stop thinking of Adam out there in San Francisco on vacation. Probably got all the girls lined up by now.”

“You’ll get yours and I’ll get mine,” Hoss said as he munched. “You know Pa has to let us take turns. It’s just ole Adam’s turn right now.”

“Yeah, but I’d sure like to follow him around sometime. He’s so darned serious. I’ll bet he just doesn’t know how to have fun, anyhow.”

Ben came in from the barn in time to hear that last remark, and chuckled as he brushed off. “I’ll take you up on that bet, Joe. Adam told me this was going to be his vacation to remember. He plans to write home about it every other day or so, and we’re to save the letters of his adventures, as kind of like … well, his journal.”

“Ha!” Joe laughed. And then finished chewing. “Haha! It’ll be filled with the books he read and the sunsets he saw. You know, I’ve never even seen him drunk.”

Ben poured some coffee. “That’s because he’s busy setting a good example for you.”

“Yeah, well, my good examples of dating sure haven’t rubbed off on him.”

Ben walked over to his desk. “You each have fun in your own way.”

“Yeah, Joe,” said Hoss. “Just because he doesn’t view girls as frivolously as you do, doesn’t mean he doesn’t show his interest.”

“I can’t wait to hear about his fun way,” Joe said to his pa. He turned with a scoffing face at Hoss. “Hey, where did you learn a fancy word like that, anyway?”

“Like what?”

“Frivolously.”

“I don’t know. Adam probably. Comes from how often I have to get between you two.”


Ben ran into the house, his face red from exertion. He couldn’t remember when he’d pushed his horse so hard to get back to the ranch. Or got back to the ranch so late, but he wasn’t leaving until the stage dropped off the mail. “Joe! Hoss! Got a letter here! You up?” He slapped his hat on his trousers. “Well, tarnation, I’ll read it without you.”

Joe and Hoss came bounding down the stairs, bedclothes on. “Doggone, it’s about time.

“Well, Hoss it does take time for the mail to get here.” Ben opened it. “Let’s see what he has to say. It’s pretty long. Let’s have a seat.”

Hello, Family! Hope the days aren’t too long over there without me. They go pretty fast here on the Barbary Coast, but I assure you I am not about to get shanghaied. You’ll remember that Pa told me to give his letter of recommendation to Mr. Evenstein, running for mayor. Well, they were so impressed with the letter that they asked me to read it to a gathering of voters. So I did. And then I added a few choice thoughts of my own. You know, Joe, how you always call me a blowhard? Well, this time they were even more impressed, and, well, now I’m being courted to be governor of the state.

I could hardly say no.

Okay, I was tempted to say no at first. But then I thought of all I had to offer the state. Well, you know all the ideas I’ve had for the Ponderosa. Of course, now I’ll have to become a resident of California, so I’m off to find a plot of land once this is in the mail.

Needless to say, I might be a little late returning home. I’m sorry, Pa. I have to do it. I have so many great plans for California. It tends to be pretty arid in places, so I was thinking a whole countryside filled with windmills, so they could grow grapes. You know how you complain about the price of wine, Pa.

And of course they’ll need more railroads, one through the Donner Pass of course, so no one ever gets stranded there again. Well worth the expense. And then I was thinking that we could breed a lot of these horses here, let them loose, and then charge people to ride around and rope one, if they can. You know, like a tax-raising scheme. You should have seen the people whooping and hollering when I presented that idea.

They wanted to take me criss-crossing the whole state on stagecoach, but when I heard how long that would take … well, I just don’t think I have a year to spend for such lolly-gagging. I got them to agree to let me do this kind of touring every other month or so. I’m sure you’d enjoy that part of it, Joe. And Hoss, you would love all the fine eateries, all paid for by the state of California, as much as I can eat. I swear, if I keep this up, I’ll be glad I’m taking the stagecoach back so I don’t founder my horse. Stuffed sweet goose pie, homemade cherry apple pie – tell Hop Sing you want him to try two fruits together in one pie. He’ll pop a cork, no doubt. Oh yes, lots of champagne, and pastries, and the best darned egg and vegetable pie. Why, I’ve never had anything like it. Hoss, you should run for governor just to be treated this good.

Oh, but of course, they only treat you that good because of how hard the work is to be governor. And first you have to get elected. You have to sweet talk to every woman in town, not because they can vote but because they tell their men who to vote for. It’s hard work, I’ll tell you, just plain hard work.

And I have to settle disputes, too, just to show I can compromise. Why, there were these two fellows fighting in a saloon over which was the better beer, that from England or that made right here in San Francisco. I got between them and told them they were both good. It all depended on the palette. Well, that shut them up. They didn’t know what a palette is! So you gotta be smart to be governor.

Well, that’s all for now. I’ll get another letter out to you as soon as I can. But I have a feeling they’re going to keep me real busy here. Best, Adam

Ben folded the letter back up. The room was so quiet they could hear the clock ticking. Finally Joe burst out. “A year!”

“Did you hear that, Joe? Our brother’s gonna be governor!”

“Now hold up, boys. There’s got to be more to a residency than just buying a piece of land.” “Well, what would that take, Pa? Being a resident?”

“I suspect living there for a full year. Maybe more.”

“Ha! Hot dog, he plum said he was gonna be going around the state for a year, giving them speeches, and eating that stuffed goose pie.”

“No, no, no. He said every other month. Hey, that’s still too much. Pa, you can’t let him. We got a ranch to run! Look at all the chores he’s shirking.”

Ben put a hand on Joe’s shoulder. “Now, Joe, we both know Adam is a grown man. If he wants to leave the ranch, well, I guess we don’t have any way to stop him.” He turned to face the fire. “Go on back up. We got an early day tomorrow, being short-handed and all.”

Grumbling and arguing to each other, they climbed the stairs.

“He ain’t gotta nohow.”

“Hoss, it’s just plum loco, I’m telling you.”

Ben turned to the fire, so they couldn’t see him chuckle.


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About the Author Monette Bebow-Reinhard is an established book author, specializing in historical accounts, issues, and events. She began writing movie scripts in 1975 and from 1992 to 1995, she co-wrote scripts for the Bonanza series. She has won several minor awards and Monette has several novels on the market.

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