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[AMG]

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Griff stretched lazily. He was tired and didn’t really want to dress fancy and go to Mr Cartwright as he’d been told. But it was about something reeeeeeeeeeeal important, they told him, and so he resignedly changed into his Sunday best and knocked at the front door.

“Well, Griff, we’ve been waiting for you,” Mr Cartwright smiled from the doorway. “Come in; surely you know what day’s today?”

Griff blinked, grimaced in thought and meekly offered, “Thursday?”

A roar of laughter from behind Ben’s back greeted him heartily.

“Why, Griff, today you’re off parole!” exclaimed Candy, rushing to shake the younger man’s hand vigorously. “You’re free as of today, pal!”

“That’s right,” Ben confirmed, chuckling at Griff’s confusion. The young man did a quick calculation in his head, and was surprised to realise that he had hadn’t even noticed the days go by, but it really was THE day! He didn’t pursue the thought, however, for he had just been brought, accompanied by cheers, in front of a huge cake with his name on it.

“You are a free man, Griff, and that’s a thing to celebrate,” said Mr Cartwright in his warm, deep voice. Joe and then Jamie shook Griff’s hand vigorously, Barbara hugged him and kissed his cheek with a lot of wishes of luck, Hoss pumped his hand until it felt like it was going to fall off, Adam put his arms around his shoulders and affectionately squeezed a bit, and even Mike and Craig hurried over with a loud, “Congratulations!”

Griff took a deep breath and blinked to clear his vision. Goodness, those people were strangers, not related to him, no kin at all, and yet... He didn’t know what to say, and confessed it honestly.

“I... don’t know what to say.”

“Say: ‘Thank you’,” offered Adam brightly, then pushed Griff slightly towards the cake. “You’d better start cutting it, son, there are some people here mighty eager to try it!”

“It’s really for me?” asked Griff, still overwhelmed. A little shadow with a long thin braid patted his shoulder in a friendly manner.

“You free man, you celebrate, Hop Sing make sweet cake for sweet freedom,” declared the cook with a big grin.

“This is gotta be the best thing that ever happened to me in my whole life!” Griff’s eyes were as round as saucers and as disbelieving as those of a child who finds out that Santa does exist and bring heaps of presents despite what the other kid in the kindergarten had always said. Candy felt strangely and suddenly moved when he glimpsed the kid he had known in the bitter man that child had become, and he smiled to cover it.

[zorina13]

Ładna ta scena ,pełna takiego ciepła.

[Ewelina]

Bardzo wzruszające i rodzinne. Byli tacy dobrzy dla Griffa. Rozrzewnił się chłopak. I dobrze. Kiedy ciąg dalszy?

[AMG]

Ciąg dalszy niniejszym.


Griff didn’t feel bitter at all. He could wallow for hours on end in this friendly atmosphere where he was a human being and a peer, where he got loads of wonderful cake, and a glass of brandy, and pats on the back, and jokes, and teasing, and laughter... if it wasn’t for one thought. As it were, the thought didn’t appear but after a couple of hours, yet sobered Griff instantly.

“What’s wrong?” The ever-watchful eyes of Adam Cartwright were first to notice Griff’s change of mood.

The young man shrugged his shoulders dejectedly, feeling all eyes rest on him in sudden silence. They were so... Should he... How could he... He sighed and said simply, “I’m not of legal age yet.”

Candy sucked in a breath through clenched teeth. “Your father.”

Griff nodded, then looked from under his hair at Ben. “I don’t think there is a way to get a parole from him.”

Ben exchanged quick glances with Adam and asked carefully, “Griff, are you asking us to help you?”

“Well,” Griff faltered for a bit, then offered almost shyly, “Is there something you could think of... so that I get free of him, as well?”

Beside him, Adam pushed out his cheek with his tongue, thoughtfully assessing the young man, before he spoke.

“Griff, I wanted to give you a present... later... but I don’t think it should wait, actually.” He stood up, pulled out a paper from his pocket and spoke almost gravely, “I know you hate people deciding on your fate without your knowledge, but it might just be that this time you’ll see it differently – at least I hope so.” He handed the paper to Griff and ordered briefly, “Read.”

[Rika]

Adoptował go? W ten sposób mielibyśmy i Adama i Griffa w Ponderosie. Sielanka!
Ciąg dalszy proszę i mam nadzieję, że nic złego już Adamowi nie zrobisz?
Może znajdziesz jeszcze sposób, żeby Clay do nich dołączył?

[Ewelina]

Ładne i rodzinne. Griff chyba jest nieco przytloczony nadmiarem rodzinnych uczuć. Co dalej?

[zorina13]

Co było w tym liście ?

[AMG]

Na życzenie ciąg dalszy...


Griff had stood up with Adam, but as he read the paper, he faintly slipped back into the armchair, his face changing rapidly.

“Griff King, as of now I declare you free,” said Adam Cartwright strongly over his head, although those who knew him well, detected a touch of wistfulness in his voice. “I came to know you as a mature, intelligent man, and I trust you to make good decisions regarding your life. I’m not here to order you around,” and a ghost of smile touched Adam’s lips there, “I’m here for you if you need help. The only thing I expect of you is to be a good, honest man.”

Griff blinked as though to clear his vision and smoothed out the paper with a shaking hand. “You... had to talk about it... with my legal father... right?”

“I am your legal father now,” Adam gazed into the fire, his voice deceptively calm. “If you mean your former one, yes, I’ve talked to him. Let’s just say I’m persuasive.”

“Why.”

“Why did I do that?” Adam repeated the question in its full form to assure himself what Griff had meant. Griff nodded briefly, mutely.

“I’ve heard of your problems with him and it seemed like a good solution... and it’s nice to think that I still have a son. I know,” he raised his palm to forestall Griff’s words. “I know you’re not my son, you’ve told me often enough,” he smiled softly, “but humour the old man, will you?”

At first it seemed that Griff was ready to burst with something akin to anger, but then he began chuckling softly. “Methuselah, huh?” he asked, nodding to himself. Adam smiled in return, though still uncertain whether his gift had really been a good idea.

“What am I supposed to do now?” asked the younger man almost helplessly, eventually collecting himself. Adam shrugged and exchanged looks with everyone else in the room.

“Whatever you want,” he said. “You’re free to do anything.”

Griff almost inhaled those words in exhilaration. “Anything? Like... anything?”

“Anything. Anything you’d like.”

The violent beating of hooves carried the exhilarated “Yaaaaaaaaaa-hoooooooooo!” far into the echo, eliciting smiles on all the faces of the people gathered on the porch of the Ponderosa house, although some of those faces were moist. Griff King was tasting freedom as fully as he had never before.

[AMG]

No i...


THE END


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[Ewelina]

Nieźle, jednak Adam adoptował Griffa. I dobrze. Szkoda, że w serialu nie wykorzystano tego wątku. Piękne, rodzinne i wzruszające. Griff zdaje się był bardzo wzruszony. Nie dziwię się.

[zorina13]

Fajnie ,doszliśmy do szcześliwego zakończenia.
Jakieś pomysły na nowe fanfiki ?

[Rika]

Szczęśliwe zakończenie
Trochę tłoczno w Ponderosie, ale może się pomieszczą. Żeby trochę rozluźnić, to niektórych można by gdzieś wysłać, nikt by nie zauważył

[Ewelina]

Tłoczno, ale radośnie. I pomyśleć, że tę optymistyczną opowieść snuła nasza AMG. Tylko raz przygniotła Adasia i dołożyła mu traumatyczne wspomnienia. Jak na nią to wręcz raj

[AMG]

[Ewelina]

Ja byłam zaskoczona pozytywnie, że Adaś tak mało wycierpiał. Było w sam raz!!!