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[Rika]

I'm ready

[zorina13]

Tak -wszystkie jesteśmy ciekawe jak to się skończy.

[AMG]

Naprawdę pochlebia mi to, że wciągnęłam Was w to czytanie - zwłaszcza Ciebie, Zorina, chociaż także chylę czoła przed wysiłkiem, jaki Ewelina musi włożyć w lekturę. Dzięki za to.


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Joe and Candy gazed transfixed at the wagon and the tree limb on the road as though they expected the two to come alive and turn into monsters, as it appeared to the observers.

“You two waiting for a written invitation or what!” called a deep, disgruntled voice, accompanied by a small cackle which turned into a cough. That startled the rescue party into action. Griff grinned at them – he had been the one to cackle at Adam’s comment – while Adam still wore a disgruntled expression. It seemed for a moment that he’d welcome them with another sarcastic comment, but instead he simply said, “Griff got shot.”

Joe and Candy winced simultaneously, both at the news and the soaked prison jacket covering the soaked pair under the soaked tree.

“Easy,” Adam uncovered Griff’s shoulder, to which he had been applying steady pressure. “Could you bandage it with something? Wash it first,” he suggested grimly. “I haven’t had anything but rainwater to wash it with. Give him a blanket, he’s soaked through, we don’t want him to catch pneumonia.” Catching Griff’s soft snort, he frowned, “What’s wrong?”

“I just remembered,” panted Griff, a wave of pain washing over him as Candy probed the wound gently, “that you’ve said something about tending to be bossy.”

A black eyebrow rose into a fine little arch. “I also told you I’m always right, so it just proves me right – again.”

Joe couldn’t help a snort of his own. “Now I’m sure good old big brother Adam is home. What happened to your clothes?”

Griff stiffened in Candy’s arms, which were wrapping him in a blanket, and turned an accusing glare at Adam. “BROTHER?! You’re... you’re another Cartwright?”

The black eyebrow arched neatly again. “And is that important? In fact, yes, I am, I thought you might have guessed by now – or maybe I’m not as similar to Pa as I’ve been told,” he wondered briefly, then shivered and cast a longing look at Joe’s horse. To his disappointment, he could see no blanket there.
“Sorry, I guess I didn’t think to take a blanket,” apologised Joe meekly, feeling like a reckless youth again. He pulled off his jacket and put it around Adam’s naked shoulders. “Just don’t look at me like that.”

“Like what?” enquired Adam matter-of-factly, huddling into the warm fabric.

“Like I was twelve and did something thoughtless, okay?” Joe rolled his eyes. “How was I supposed to know!”

“Don’t – shout,” Adam advised him gently yet pointedly, putting a hand to his now aching head. “Griff tells me I’ve hit my head, so watch the volume, lil’ brother, will ya.”

“What happened?” demanded Joe, though at a considerably lower volume now. Candy stopped washing Griff’s wound and listened with interest, while absently reaching for his handkerchief to bind the injury.

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[zorina13]

To Grieff już wie że Adam to kolejny Cartwrigt albo jeden z Cartwrigtów -jak to ująć ?

[AMG]

Właśnie się dowiedział.

[Ewelina]

Uff! Dotarli, słuchają relacji i nareszcie opatrują. A Joe nadal ma kompleks mlodszego brata? Takie wrażenie zrobiły na nim słowa i głos Adama? Joe wciąż się czuje jak dwudziestolatek, ktory zrobił coś głupiego... Co za pamięć

[Rika]

Oziębłe to powitanie braci. Myślisz, że Joe tak by zareagował? Może... po tylu latach. W końcu Adam też się przez ten cały czas nie odzywał. Ani taki Adam mi nie pasuje, ani Joe - nie u Ciebie, tylko w końcówce Bonanzy.

[AMG]

Weź pod uwagę, że w praktycznej sytuacji myślą o praktycznych rzeczach. Potem będą uściski i czerwony dywan.

[Ewelina]

Mam nadzieję, że nie ten wiszący na poręczy. Chyba nieco się zużył

[AMG]

Wpadam na chwilkę i może jeszcze zdążę coś dokleić... Tego już nie umiałam za bardzo podzielić.



“Seems like some two gentlemen decided to exchange clothes with us,” Adam rested his head wearily against the tree trunk. “They didn’t think it necessary to ask, however, just spooked the horses and put something on the road... I think I was thrown from the wagon as it crashed into the obstacle. Woke up naked – found their things; they’ve left only one jacket, though,” he added with a certain amount of regret. “That would be it, as far as my memories are concerned.”

“Alright, let’s get moving,” decided Joe. “Candy, you take Griff. Adam – do you think you can ride?”

“Do you think you can conjure up a horse with some hocus-pocus?” Adam smiled at him neatly. “Otherwise I don’t see a point in asking, ‘cause my own horse has vanished into thin air. Maybe they’ve taken it, as well.”

“The horses from the wagon are grazing nearby,” explained Joe with exaggerated patience. “They’ve gotten tangled in the bushes.”

“How nice of them,” Adam smiled tightly, letting Joe help him up. He swayed and fell against his brother, smiling a very tight smile. “Sorry. I may be able to ride – SLOWLY – but I’m afraid walking may be a bit of a challenge.”

“You hurt your legs?”

“M-m,” Adam shook his head carefully. “They’re a bit stiff – and the world isn’t exactly steady. Besides, I’m barefoot.”

Joe glanced down, then winced guiltily. “Yep. You think you’re gonna make it to the horse?”

Adam breathed shakily and nodded. “Yeah, just help me over and go help... Candy?” he risked a guess.

The tall curly-headed man nodded at him. “Pleased to meet ya, Adam.” He supported Griff, who had walked as far as the horse – which wasn’t far – and was clearly at the end of his strength. Joe had to bodily lift him into the saddle and Candy’s arms.

“He’d lost quite an amount of blood before I got to him,” said Adam apologetically from the pinto’s side against which he was leaning.

“I’ll live,” mumbled Griff with dismay, his eyes closed. “Mother hens.”

Candy chuckled at that, then asked Joe, “You’ll manage with Adam?”

Joe turned at the snort from behind; Adam was shaking his head wearily. “‘Mother hens’ indeed,” he commented dryly.

Candy adjusted the blanket around Griff, who seemed to be sleeping, and patiently waited for Adam to mount one of the wagon horses.

“You sure you can ride bareback?” worried Joe, but Adam shot him a deadly glare.

“Better than you, brother. Let’s get going, Griff needs a doc.”

Candy glanced down at his burden, who had mumbled something sleepily. “He said: ‘Mother hens’,” he informed them happily. Adam rolled his eyes and seated himself more comfortably on the horse’s back.

“You may want to ride for the doc,” he advised Joe. “I’ll manage from now on. Candy will keep an eye on me.”

“I can’t hold Griff and catch you at the same time if you fall off,” warned Candy, only to have Adam straighten and grate through his teeth, “I don’t fall off horses.”

“Well, with your head...” Candy started to add, but Joe shook his head.

“He’s got a Yankee-type granite head, Candy. Hard to bust open and even harder to convince. He knows if he falls off, I’ll rub it in until the end of the world.”

“Amen,” muttered Adam.

“You watch yourself, older brother,” added Joe softly. “Don’t go off riding if you know you won’t make it.”

“I will,” the older man nodded slightly. “And you get back quickly with the doc.”

His only answer was a nod and the sound of the hooves of a horse galloping off.

[Ewelina]

Coraz rzadziej zaglądam do słowniczka . Griff cierpi, tracił sporo krwi. Joe znów wypomina Adamowi jankeskie pochodzenie. Jak to bracia... ale po doktora popędził

[zorina13]

To oczywiste że popędził do doktora -brat to jednak brat.

[Ewelina]

W rodzinie różnie bywa. Im mniej braci, tym większa część po podziale

[Rika]

To już jesteśmy trochę bliżej "uścisków i czerwonego dywanu"
AMG, co tutaj znaczy "Mother hens"?

[Ewelina]

Ja to zrozumiałam że mama odeszła, albo mama daleko ale pewnie nie jest to właściwa odpowiedź On wzywał Adama? Może podświadomie kojarzył go?wołał mamę-opiekunkę ... chyba, A może się zasugerowałam