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Summary: Most of these stories were written in response to a challenge. Some are just for fun. I hope you enjoy them :0)
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The Adam & Sam Series


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Characters: Adam Cartwright, All
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Adventures and stories of Amelia and the Cartwrights


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Characters: Ben Cartwright
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This series of stories is what I would call an alternate reality series.  It takes place during the same time period as the series, and includes the addition of several non-cannon charaters.

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All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are property of their respective owners.  The original characters and plot are property of the author.   The author is not in any way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise, and makes no money from this work.     No copyright infringement is intended.


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Characters: All
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Adam as we all know didn't really settle down so he finally finds a woman and he loved her but he didn't tell pa cuz they were going to go ins trip for 2 years and joe sees him talking to her and realizes what's going on and then try's to help him win her back...he does by Joe doing some good deeds and sweet talking pa and they stay...Adam settles down with her on his own spot on the ponderosa and him and Joe share a special moment together:)


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Characters: Adam Cartwright, Ben Cartwright, Little Joe Cartwright
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Summary: Ben schikt Little Joe nach Virginia City damit er ihm seinen Neuen Sattel abholt
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The first story in this series is based on an idea from another fan known as Australian and Joe'sAussieFan.

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Still haunted by the circumstances surrounding the sudden death of his wife, Amanda, Joe tries to drown his sorrow and guilt at the bottom of a whiskey bottle.  Can he and his four children find healing within the bonds of the close knit Cartwright family?


Categories: Drama
Characters: Adam Cartwright, Ben Cartwright, Hop Sing, Hoss (Eric) Cartwright, Jamie Hunter, Little Joe Cartwright
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Summary: Ghosts, Goblins, and Ghouls, Oh my!! This is a collection of Halloween stories done Cartwright style.rnrn**This series is open, so feel free to add your own scary works of art :0)
Categories: Holiday
Characters: All
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When Ben finds the journal he was writing in while traveling with Inger, he finds it was never finished. So he decides to add a few of the memorable events that have happened on the ranch.


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LIttle JOe is sick with yellow fever an dis near death till his mama comes to help him fight it.


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A series of stories telling the story of how Adam "left" the Ponderosa but didn't leave the "Bonanza-verse".  This would best be described as a spinoff of Bonanza for post season 6 (a what if of Adam having found love instead of leaving for parts unknown


Categories: Drama, Action/Adventure, Romance
Characters: Adam Cartwright
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A three-part WHI series on Joe & Alice Cartwright from the season 14 premiere, "Forever."


Categories: Action/Adventure, Drama, Romance, Sequel
Characters: Little Joe Cartwright
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12 year old Little Joe Cartwright loves black horses, especially the new black mare his brothers found and brought home.  Though their father disapproves, Little Joe knows she's the one for him and sets out to prove.  Little does the boy know that the horse is not what she seems and that his love for her will put not only his own life, but the lives of his brothers in jeopardy.  What do an apparition, a wild black mare, a burned out ranchero, a stolen fortune, a group of desperate outlaws and Little Joe Cartwright have in common?

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Mystery 


Categories: Prequel, Mystery, Drama, Action/Adventure
Characters: Adam Cartwright, Ben Cartwright, Hop Sing, Hoss (Eric) Cartwright, Little Joe Cartwright
Open: Closed
Summary:  This is the story that I wrote for my english class. My teacher really liked it. It's about the boy's while Ben is out of Town. There is foreshadowing. And we weren't supposed to have blood and Gore so nothing gruesome in this story. Any spelling or grammer errors are my fault.
Categories: Drama, Comedy
Characters: All
Open: Closed
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Join in the adventures of the Parker girls as they become part of the Cartwright family. In this series, there will be plenty of SJS, SHS, ESJ, ESH, HJM, with some HPM, JPM, HAM, JAM, ESB, ESA, APM. They are not in any particular order filled with drabbles, one shots and more.


Categories: All Genres, Action/Adventure, Comedy, Drama, Romance
Characters: Adam Cartwright, Ben Cartwright, Hop Sing, Hoss (Eric) Cartwright, Little Joe Cartwright
Open: Moderated
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These stories, one for each season of the year, occur the year before Adam leaves for college back east. They are the result of a FF challenge. "The Hill" is winter, "The Creek" is spring, "The Lake" is summer and "The Leaves" is fall.

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Categories: Action/Adventure, Drama, Prequel
Characters: Adam Cartwright, Ben Cartwright, Hoss (Eric) Cartwright, Little Joe Cartwright
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These are some short stories, from the Ponderosa


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Characters: Adam Cartwright, Ben Cartwright, Hoss (Eric) Cartwright, Little Joe Cartwright
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Dealing with the arrival of a new neighbor and Adam's life with her.


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Characters: Adam Cartwright
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An alternative reality series with (re-)appearances of guest-stars and non-canon characters. And yes, there will be a woman, too. An attempt to make Adam happy.


Categories: Action/Adventure, Comedy, Drama, Romance, Holiday, Prequel, What Happens Next?
Characters: Adam Cartwright, Ben Cartwright, Hop Sing, Hoss (Eric) Cartwright, Little Joe Cartwright, Sheriff Roy Coffee
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Dealing with Adam's arrival back home.


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Summary: A series in which Marie adjusts to life as a Cartwright and Adam adjusts to having a new mother
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Characters: All
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Summary: September 10, 1870rnrnrnBen was growing impatient. He had been standing around the general store for quite some time now, waiting for Adam to finish his business at the bank. Joe and Hoss had long finished loading the supplies into the wagon. They had gotten tired of waiting and had wandered down the street to the Silver Dollar, despite the pouring rain.rnrn“Hey there, Ben!” rnrnBen looked around at the sound of his name. He spotted his neighbor, Sam, sitting in one of the chairs by the stove.rnrn"Pull up a seat and join me for a spell,” he said, motioning to the empty chair beside him.rnrnBen glanced out of the window. His three sons were nowhere in sight. "Don't mind if I do, Sam," he grinned. These old bones of mine are really aching today."rnrnSam laughed, "So are mine, Ben, so are mine. Don't tell me those boys of yours ran off and left you again?" rnrnBen merely smiled and rolled his eyes. He settled into the chair and made himself comfortable. rnrn"So, I hear that you are finally going to give 'em a vacation.” The tall, thin man stretched out his legs, with a groan. “About time, I'd say."rnrn"It will be more like a working vacation, I’m afraid,” Ben laughed. “One of my old friends in San Francisco has offered Adam a month’s internship. He will be working in the business office, learning how things are run.”rnrn“Adam will enjoy that, I’d expect. But, what about Hoss and Joe?”rnrnBen sighed. “I let those two talk me into letting them go along—probably against my better judgement. They reminded me that things are pretty slow around the ranch in October. I suppose they have earned a little fun. I guess I’ll be getting a little time to myself, for a change. Even Hop Sing will be leaving. He is taking some time off to visit his Number Seven cousin, up in Bodie.”rnrnSam gave Ben a sly grin. “I guess you are going to have to eat your own cooking for awhile, eh?” rnrn“It would seem so,” said Ben laughing. rnrnJust then, a short, middle-aged woman walked into the store, carrying a covered basket. The two men rose. Ben tipped his hat and greeted Sam's wife.rnrn“Good afternoon, Betty. I see that Sam has left you to run the errands, today.” rnrn“Oh, hello, Ben. It’s good to see you. I do hope that my husband hasn’t been talking your ear off.”rnrn“Not at all, Betty. Frankly, I’ve been grateful for the company. It seems my sons have abandoned me for the saloon,” he laughed. rnrn“Well, Ben, it looks like the missus is ready to go home. Now, don't you go worryin' about those boys of yours. They'll be fine." rnrnBen looked down. “That remains to be seen. It was nice talking with you, Sam. I’ll see you next week.” He nodded to the woman and grinned. "Now, you be sure to keep him in line, Betty!"rnrnThe two took their leave. Ben gazed out the window and watched, as the couple dodged the puddles that had formed on the wooden sidewalk. It was raining harder, now. He glanced at his pocket watch and wondered what could be detaining Adam. Ben sighed and absent-mindedly reached over and picked up a catalog from the top of the barrel next to the stove. On the cover was an unfamiliar name. He looked inside. It was a publishing house, located in New York City. It was evidently new. He made a mental note to tell Adam about it.rnrnBen opened the slim volume and began thumbing through the pages. An odd feeling came over him. He detected the faint smell of perfume. It was an intoxicating scent. He looked around, expecting to see a female customer, but he was the only one in the store. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see the clerk staring at him.rnrnBen changed positions in his chair. He thought back to his conversation with Sam. He suddenly felt empty. He shouldn’t have told both Hoss and Joe that it was okay to ride to San Francisco with Adam. He wondered what was he going to do with himself for an entire month. His fingernail caught on the edge of one of the catalog’s pages. It had been dog-eared. Turning it, he spotted a curious title—one that seemed to call his name. According to the description, the book had a black leather-bound cover, ingrained with intricate gold-leaf scrollwork. The story inside promised to be highly interesting. Now, Ben knew what he was going to do with the spare time he was going to have on his hands. rnrnBen walked up to the counter and cleared his throat. The clerk looked up and smiled.rnrn“May I help you, Mr. Cartwright?”rnrnBen handed him the open catalog. “Does this company fill its orders promptly?” he said. The clerk looked at the cover page.rnrn“I can’t say, Mr. Cartwright. We don’t know how it even got here. We didn’t order it.” The short, stout man wiped his hands on his apron. He took a pencil from behind his ear and carefully wrote down the title of the book Ben pointed out to him. The clerk gave him a sidewards glance, but said nothing. rnrnBen pretended to study a display of fabric on the counter. For some reason, he was feeling uneasy. ”When do you expect it to arrive?” he asked the clerk, anxiously.rnrn"Oh, it should be here in about a month, Mr. Cartwright. It says here that it sends out its orders immediately, upon receipt." rnrnBen was startled at the sound of a voice behind him. "Hey Pa, are you ready?" rnrn"Of course, I am," Ben boomed. But, he wasn't really angry. He had a treasure coming, in one month. rnrnrnrnOctober 31, 1870rnrnBen stood at the stove, stirring the soup. The house seemed so quiet, with the boys away. Roy had stopped by for a visit, earlier. He had brought along a package from the general store. Ben had laid it on the credenza. He would open it later, once he was alone. He suspected that it was the book he had ordered. The two friends had sat on the porch most of the afternoon, enjoying a few cigars and talking over old times. Ben had invited him to stay for supper, but Roy said that he needed to get back to town, just in case any of the schoolboys got carried away with their Halloween pranks. It was the night of the full moon, a time when the saloongoers were usually at their rowdiest. Roy would certainly have his hands full, tonight. Ben was secretly glad that he had declined the invitation; he was anxious to get at that book… rnrnBen cut up a few scraps of meat and placed them in a bowl. He opened the kitchen door and scanned the yard. rnrn“Esmerelda, come and get your supper!” The sleek black cat shot through the door. She whizzed between Ben’s legs and into the kitchen. He sat down and watched her while she ate. As much as he hated to admit it, Clementine was right. Esmerelda was a comfort to him. He missed Adam, Hoss and Joe. She was good company. He almost dreaded the thought of returning her to her owner. The boys wouldn’t be home for another two weeks. She was his, until then. While she was licking her paws, Ben cleaned up the kitchen. She followed him into the great room. Once she was satisfied that he was going to stay, Esmerelda jumped into the blue chair and curled up, content to enjoy the warmth of the fire.rnrnSavoring his solitude, Ben settled down into his favorite chair. He picked up his brandy and opened the package that Roy had brought over. It was the book he had been anxiously awaiting. It was by a new author, who wrote in the style of Edgar Allen Poe, according to the description he had read in the catalog. He began reading.rnrnThe room suddenly turned chilly. Ben looked around, to see if he had left window open. He saw that the door was ajar. He got up to shut it. Outside, pine needles were dancing in circles, blown by unseen winds. He could hear their gusts, howling through the pines. The house shuddered. He was in for a rough night, he knew. Ben picked up the fireplace poker and stirred the glowing embers. A chill ran through him, despite the warmth. He added a log to the fire, then walked across the room to pour himself another glass of brandy. Pulling his chair closer to the fire, he resumed reading. rnrnHe was so engrossed in his tome that he didn’t see the shadow, creeping across the floor. If he had bothered to look up, he would have seen a veiled woman, staring at him with amber-yellow eyes. But Esmerelda saw her. If only cats could speak. rnrnMaybe it was the warmth of the fire. Perhaps it was the brandy. Ben suddenly felt as if he had been drugged. His eyes closed and he nodded off. He awoke to the strange sound of singing. He sat up, wondering where the sound was coming from. It was intriguing, drawing him from his chair and over to the credenza. He saw something out of the corner of his eye. A cool mist floated into the room, from underneath the door. The blue vapor was enticing him… The music was haunting. It seemed to come from somewhere, far in the distance. Slowly, the door swung open on its own. Despite his better judgement, Ben stepped outside. The mist was outside now, beckoning him to follow it. He obeyed, as if in a trance. Long-forgotten feelings stirred within him. Feelings he hadn’t had since Marie’s death. Sensations that he had never dared feel again. But now…rnrnBen followed the blue mist, further and further away from the Ponderosa. He should have been tired, but somehow, it energized him, gave him life. He should have been afraid, but he wasn’t…rnrnEvery once in awhile, he thought that he was catching up to it. But when he reached out his hands, it just slipped through his fingers. Ahead it would skip, as if mocking him.rnrnThen a dog began to howl somewhere in a farmhouse far down the road, a long, agonized wailing, as if from fear. Sometimes dogs know what people don’t… rnrnThe mist disappeared. Ben panicked. He searched wildly in the dark. He stumbled upon a graveyard, one that he had never seen before. rnrnSomething was wailing in the distance. He felt drawn to the sound. He hurried past cold, white headstones, gleaming in the moonlight. His shoulder brushed up against a skull, perched on the point of a stake. He jumped in terror, knocking it onto the ground. The skull grinned up at him. He could see that it was mocking him. rnrnBen looked up the moon. The clouds had cleared a bit, allowing him a better view. It was a harvest moon, hanging low in the sky. Its huge presence startled him. It gave off an eerie, orange-like glow, through the mist.rnrnHe finally caught sight of her—or it. Elated, he quickened his pace, following it to the end of the path. Suddenly, he was engulfed with pain. He suppressed a scream, as black talons tore into his skin. Massive black wings enveloped him, swiftly drawing the creature’s face to his, rendering him helpless. Her greedy lips kissed him. He could not resist. The siren fixed her amber, glowing eyes on his. She wrapped her dark, orange-hued veil around his legs. He tried to step back, but couldn’t. She drew him towards a gaping hole in the earth. It was a freshly-dug grave. His grave. She pushed him. He fell downwards into the hole, arms flailing. rnrnSuddenly a shot rang out. The siren fell to the ground. Strong hands reached through, into the underworld, pulling him to safety. rnrnJoe took his trembling father into his arms and gently rocked him. Neither one spoke.
Categories: None
Characters: Sheriff Roy Coffee
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Summary: September 10, 1870rnrnrnBen was growing impatient. He had been standing around the general store for quite some time now, waiting for Adam to finish his business at the bank. Joe and Hoss had long finished loading the supplies into the wagon. They had gotten tired of waiting and had wandered down the street to the Silver Dollar, despite the pouring rain.rnrn“Hey there, Ben!” rnrnBen looked around at the sound of his name. He spotted his neighbor, Sam, sitting in one of the chairs by the stove.rnrn"Pull up a seat and join me for a spell,” he said, motioning to the empty chair beside him.rnrnBen glanced out of the window. His three sons were nowhere in sight. "Don't mind if I do, Sam," he grinned. These old bones of mine are really aching today."rnrnSam laughed, "So are mine, Ben, so are mine. Don't tell me those boys of yours ran off and left you again?" rnrnBen merely smiled and rolled his eyes. He settled into the chair and made himself comfortable. rnrn"So, I hear that you are finally going to give 'em a vacation.” The tall, thin man stretched out his legs, with a groan. “About time, I'd say."rnrn"It will be more like a working vacation, I’m afraid,” Ben laughed. “One of my old friends in San Francisco has offered Adam a month’s internship. He will be working in the business office, learning how things are run.”rnrn“Adam will enjoy that, I’d expect. But, what about Hoss and Joe?”rnrnBen sighed. “I let those two talk me into letting them go along—probably against my better judgement. They reminded me that things are pretty slow around the ranch in October. I suppose they have earned a little fun. I guess I’ll be getting a little time to myself, for a change. Even Hop Sing will be leaving. He is taking some time off to visit his Number Seven cousin, up in Bodie.”rnrnSam gave Ben a sly grin. “I guess you are going to have to eat your own cooking for awhile, eh?” rnrn“It would seem so,” said Ben laughing. rnrnJust then, a short, middle-aged woman walked into the store, carrying a covered basket. The two men rose. Ben tipped his hat and greeted Sam's wife.rnrn“Good afternoon, Betty. I see that Sam has left you to run the errands, today.” rnrn“Oh, hello, Ben. It’s good to see you. I do hope that my husband hasn’t been talking your ear off.”rnrn“Not at all, Betty. Frankly, I’ve been grateful for the company. It seems my sons have abandoned me for the saloon,” he laughed. rnrn“Well, Ben, it looks like the missus is ready to go home. Now, don't you go worryin' about those boys of yours. They'll be fine." rnrnBen looked down. “That remains to be seen. It was nice talking with you, Sam. I’ll see you next week.” He nodded to the woman and grinned. "Now, you be sure to keep him in line, Betty!"rnrnThe two took their leave. Ben gazed out the window and watched, as the couple dodged the puddles that had formed on the wooden sidewalk. It was raining harder, now. He glanced at his pocket watch and wondered what could be detaining Adam. Ben sighed and absent-mindedly reached over and picked up a catalog from the top of the barrel next to the stove. On the cover was an unfamiliar name. He looked inside. It was a publishing house, located in New York City. It was evidently new. He made a mental note to tell Adam about it.rnrnBen opened the slim volume and began thumbing through the pages. An odd feeling came over him. He detected the faint smell of perfume. It was an intoxicating scent. He looked around, expecting to see a female customer, but he was the only one in the store. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see the clerk staring at him.rnrnBen changed positions in his chair. He thought back to his conversation with Sam. He suddenly felt empty. He shouldn’t have told both Hoss and Joe that it was okay to ride to San Francisco with Adam. He wondered what was he going to do with himself for an entire month. His fingernail caught on the edge of one of the catalog’s pages. It had been dog-eared. Turning it, he spotted a curious title—one that seemed to call his name. According to the description, the book had a black leather-bound cover, ingrained with intricate gold-leaf scrollwork. The story inside promised to be highly interesting. Now, Ben knew what he was going to do with the spare time he was going to have on his hands. rnrnBen walked up to the counter and cleared his throat. The clerk looked up and smiled.rnrn“May I help you, Mr. Cartwright?”rnrnBen handed him the open catalog. “Does this company fill its orders promptly?” he said. The clerk looked at the cover page.rnrn“I can’t say, Mr. Cartwright. We don’t know how it even got here. We didn’t order it.” The short, stout man wiped his hands on his apron. He took a pencil from behind his ear and carefully wrote down the title of the book Ben pointed out to him. The clerk gave him a sidewards glance, but said nothing. rnrnBen pretended to study a display of fabric on the counter. For some reason, he was feeling uneasy. ”When do you expect it to arrive?” he asked the clerk, anxiously.rnrn"Oh, it should be here in about a month, Mr. Cartwright. It says here that it sends out its orders immediately, upon receipt." rnrnBen was startled at the sound of a voice behind him. "Hey Pa, are you ready?" rnrn"Of course, I am," Ben boomed. But, he wasn't really angry. He had a treasure coming, in one month. rnrnrnrnOctober 31, 1870rnrnBen stood at the stove, stirring the soup. The house seemed so quiet, with the boys away. Roy had stopped by for a visit, earlier. He had brought along a package from the general store. Ben had laid it on the credenza. He would open it later, once he was alone. He suspected that it was the book he had ordered. The two friends had sat on the porch most of the afternoon, enjoying a few cigars and talking over old times. Ben had invited him to stay for supper, but Roy said that he needed to get back to town, just in case any of the schoolboys got carried away with their Halloween pranks. It was the night of the full moon, a time when the saloongoers were usually at their rowdiest. Roy would certainly have his hands full, tonight. Ben was secretly glad that he had declined the invitation; he was anxious to get at that book… rnrnBen cut up a few scraps of meat and placed them in a bowl. He opened the kitchen door and scanned the yard. rnrn“Esmerelda, come and get your supper!” The sleek black cat shot through the door. She whizzed between Ben’s legs and into the kitchen. He sat down and watched her while she ate. As much as he hated to admit it, Clementine was right. Esmerelda was a comfort to him. He missed Adam, Hoss and Joe. She was good company. He almost dreaded the thought of returning her to her owner. The boys wouldn’t be home for another two weeks. She was his, until then. While she was licking her paws, Ben cleaned up the kitchen. She followed him into the great room. Once she was satisfied that he was going to stay, Esmerelda jumped into the blue chair and curled up, content to enjoy the warmth of the fire.rnrnSavoring his solitude, Ben settled down into his favorite chair. He picked up his brandy and opened the package that Roy had brought over. It was the book he had been anxiously awaiting. It was by a new author, who wrote in the style of Edgar Allen Poe, according to the description he had read in the catalog. He began reading.rnrnThe room suddenly turned chilly. Ben looked around, to see if he had left window open. He saw that the door was ajar. He got up to shut it. Outside, pine needles were dancing in circles, blown by unseen winds. He could hear their gusts, howling through the pines. The house shuddered. He was in for a rough night, he knew. Ben picked up the fireplace poker and stirred the glowing embers. A chill ran through him, despite the warmth. He added a log to the fire, then walked across the room to pour himself another glass of brandy. Pulling his chair closer to the fire, he resumed reading. rnrnHe was so engrossed in his tome that he didn’t see the shadow, creeping across the floor. If he had bothered to look up, he would have seen a veiled woman, staring at him with amber-yellow eyes. But Esmerelda saw her. If only cats could speak. rnrnMaybe it was the warmth of the fire. Perhaps it was the brandy. Ben suddenly felt as if he had been drugged. His eyes closed and he nodded off. He awoke to the strange sound of singing. He sat up, wondering where the sound was coming from. It was intriguing, drawing him from his chair and over to the credenza. He saw something out of the corner of his eye. A cool mist floated into the room, from underneath the door. The blue vapor was enticing him… The music was haunting. It seemed to come from somewhere, far in the distance. Slowly, the door swung open on its own. Despite his better judgement, Ben stepped outside. The mist was outside now, beckoning him to follow it. He obeyed, as if in a trance. Long-forgotten feelings stirred within him. Feelings he hadn’t had since Marie’s death. Sensations that he had never dared feel again. But now…rnrnBen followed the blue mist, further and further away from the Ponderosa. He should have been tired, but somehow, it energized him, gave him life. He should have been afraid, but he wasn’t…rnrnEvery once in awhile, he thought that he was catching up to it. But when he reached out his hands, it just slipped through his fingers. Ahead it would skip, as if mocking him.rnrnThen a dog began to howl somewhere in a farmhouse far down the road, a long, agonized wailing, as if from fear. Sometimes dogs know what people don’t… rnrnThe mist disappeared. Ben panicked. He searched wildly in the dark. He stumbled upon a graveyard, one that he had never seen before. rnrnSomething was wailing in the distance. He felt drawn to the sound. He hurried past cold, white headstones, gleaming in the moonlight. His shoulder brushed up against a skull, perched on the point of a stake. He jumped in terror, knocking it onto the ground. The skull grinned up at him. He could see that it was mocking him. rnrnBen looked up the moon. The clouds had cleared a bit, allowing him a better view. It was a harvest moon, hanging low in the sky. Its huge presence startled him. It gave off an eerie, orange-like glow, through the mist.rnrnHe finally caught sight of her—or it. Elated, he quickened his pace, following it to the end of the path. Suddenly, he was engulfed with pain. He suppressed a scream, as black talons tore into his skin. Massive black wings enveloped him, swiftly drawing the creature’s face to his, rendering him helpless. Her greedy lips kissed him. He could not resist. The siren fixed her amber, glowing eyes on his. She wrapped her dark, orange-hued veil around his legs. He tried to step back, but couldn’t. She drew him towards a gaping hole in the earth. It was a freshly-dug grave. His grave. She pushed him. He fell downwards into the hole, arms flailing. rnrnSuddenly a shot rang out. The siren fell to the ground. Strong hands reached through, into the underworld, pulling him to safety. rnrnJoe took his trembling father into his arms and gently rocked him. Neither one spoke.
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Characters: Sheriff Roy Coffee
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Ben Cartwright gains a Daughter


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Characters: All
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Summary: The Dreaming Eagle Trilogy

It has long been a dream of mine to one day write a story featuring Adam Cartwright of Bonanza - a hero of mine from childhood days on - and provide myself with a satisfying reason for his sudden disappearance and absence from the show. In 2009, I finally sat down to get started on it, and during some internet research I stumbled upon Bonanza fandom and Bonanza fora, back then Bonanza World.

It took a long time to write this story - more than three years - but it is finally done. Even though it was split into a trilogy due to its size, I kept the chapter numbers in one sequence. The single parts might be read each for itself, but all three together tell the whole story.


Book 1 - As It Began
Adam falls in love with a rather unusual young lady and has a lot of trouble come his way. While facing his father’s strong disapproval, he will have to confront his own deepest feelings and find out what he really wants in his life. Matters are complicated by an unknown foe who wants to destroy him, just as his struggle with his father comes to a head.

Book 2 - Through the Shadows
Adam has a hard time with his father still disapproving of his love, he is torn apart by his loyalty to the Ponderosa and his desire to live his own life, be his own man. When a devilish plan leads him into a vicious trap, he goes through a hell of pain and despair, through an ordeal that threatens to break his spirit and jeopardizes his future with the woman he loves.

Book 3 - Spreading Wings
Adam has overcome the ordeal that nearly broke him and now sets out to find the woman he loves - and then try to set things straight with his father. A flock of sheep gets in the way and sparks off a bitter power struggle between father and son. Adam won't give in anymore, and Ben cannot accept that his son isn't a boy any longer. And in the background, Adam's unknown foe is pulling some strings of his own.

p.s. English is not my native language, but I hope the stories are well readable, nonetheless.


Categories: Action/Adventure, Drama, Romance
Characters: Adam Cartwright, Ben Cartwright, Hoss (Eric) Cartwright, Little Joe Cartwright
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