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Ewelina · Wysłany: Wto 20:42, 05 Mar 2013 Temat postu:

Nie wiem, czy taka sielanka, on idzie niedaleko tych drzew w czasie burzy! AMG jak nic piorun na niego spuści i zapomni kim jest i gdzie mieszka! Adam oczywiście Sad

AMG · Wysłany: Wto 20:52, 05 Mar 2013 Temat postu:

No to sielanki ciąg dalszy... na zamówienie.

Griff woke up with what felt like a cosy blanket wrapped around his arms. Then the wind blew its cold wet breath over his head and he became more alert. He was sitting under a tree and – the first thing that came into his view, was the overturned wagon.

Adam. What happened to Adam? He thought he had moved, but his body was strangely unresponsive.

Something moved behind him, startling him, and familiar voice murmured, “Woken up yet, son? Huh? Will you wake for me?”

Griff blinked and turned his head slightly to look in the dark, hooded eyes. Adam moved and Griff noticed the blood on the side of his head; something about his eyes looked strange, too.
“Adam?”

“It’s alright, it’s me,” answered the familiar soft voice. Adam blinked wearily and tried to smile. “Don’t move, you’re... hurt.”

Hurt? He then remembered the two shadows pulling at his clothes, a gun’s report, the pain... He couldn’t move his arm, he stated with sudden anxiety. “It’s alright,” the soothing voice came again. “Don’t move it, I’ve put some herbs on the wound.”

“The bullet?” asked Griff hoarsely.

A sigh. “Inside.” Adam glanced at the younger man’s face, then let his eyes fall to his shirt collar. “I’m not sure if my condition would allow me to operate on you to get it out.”

At that point, Griff’s eyes fell to the fabric that covered him and his legs – his feet were bare...
“No. No!”

“What’s...” Adam’s eyes sought out the cause of Griff’s distress. “Oh.” His mind had at some point registered what he had seen on the young man’s back while tending to the wound, which was explanation enough for Griff’s exclamation. “Some guys thought it would be fun if we exchanged clothes. They just forgot to ask our consent. At least you’ve still got your shirt.” He stilled the movement of Griff’s arm with his right hand. “I suppose they didn’t need a bloodied shirt with a bullet hole in it.”

“What are you wearing?” asked Griff, gazing with dismay at the familiar fabric and the all too familiar imprint of a number on the jacket that covered him. He felt Adam shrug his shoulders.

“Same as you, minus the shirt,” came the calm answer. “They weren’t kind enough to leave us two jackets.”

“Aren’t you cold?” inquired Griff immediately with concern in his voice.

“Not exactly,” Adam smiled a lop-sided smile. “You’ve been keeping me warm quite nicely.” He had been sitting against a tree, with Griff resting on his chest, their body heat shared that way. Griff sighed, seeking a more comfortable position. “Easy, son,” Adam’s right arm held him closer, the left hand adjusting the pressure on the wound. Griff stiffened.

“I ain’t your son.” He immediately knew he had said the wrong thing. “Sorry, I’m not used to hearing the word. Nothing pleasant to remember about it.”

“Sorry.” Adam apologised almost simultaneously with Griff, then admitted softly, “I guess I use it a lot.”

“You got a son?”

Silence. The wind whistled a wistful melody among the trees, and the rain was tapping its soft rhythm with the wet fingers of cold drops, tap-tap, tap-tap, tap-tap... At last, Griff turned his head to look at Adam. The man was resting his head against the tree, eyes closed. “Adam?”

“Yes.” After another long spell of silence, Adam sighed and opened his eyes. “Yes, I’ve had a son. I’ve... There was a fire at our house.”

“Geez, I’m sorry,” whispered Griff. What was it about him that every interrogation he began, it ended with him being sorry for starting it?

“They haven’t found him yet, must have gotten away and...” Adam’s voice hesitated, then changed. He spoke more strongly, yet with some strange wistfulness. “I suppose it’s easier for me to believe that than to... grieve. I’ve never been good at that. Maybe – just maybe my little boy lives somewhere and is growing into a fine man... I’m not hurting anyone with such thinking, and it makes it easier – much easier – to live – to go on.”

The rain tap-tapped, tap-tapped persistently, much like a kid who wants his parent to play with him and pulls the adult by the sleeve once a second, without a word, but the persistence speaking volumes. At times, the wind would whirl the raindrops into little needles, sharpened with the fresh, moistly heavy pine scent, and drill them into the unsuspecting skin, vulnerable to them as long as the cold wouldn’t take command over it and allow numb relief against itself.

Griff closed his eyes wearily and turned his head to rest it more comfortably in the crook of Adam’s neck. His shoulder was hurting him and a small part of him wanted to escape the pain.

“I need you to stay alert for me,” said Adam softly, sensing Griff’s tiredness. “We have to wait for help; neither of us is fit enough to go home by himself, let alone carry the other one. We need to stay awake and alert. And... if I start saying strange things, I need you to bring me back to reality, alright?”

“Strange things like what?” mumbled Griff, rousing a bit.

“Like...” Adam shrugged his shoulders. “Don’t know – talking to someone who’s not there or such... My head isn’t exactly clear. I need you to be alert to keep me alert.”

“I’ll try. I’ve sure been taught to stay alert,” snorted Griff with sudden bitterness.

“Prison isn’t the best place to learn life,” admitted Adam softly. Griff started, then hissed.

“Shh,” the strong yet gentle hands settled him back against the warmth. “I’ve seen your back – you’re too young for such scars. Too young,” repeated Adam sadly.

Griff wondered at the tangible sincerity in Adam’s voice. “So bad, huh?”

“I’ve seen worse,” admitted the older man. “Still, it doesn’t justify such treatment. I’m glad you’re out of there.”

“I’m on parole,” said Griff quietly, closing his eyes and subconsciously seeking warmth in Adam’s neck. “I still may come back there.”

Adam’s hand found his and squeezed gently. “Tell me about it.”

“To keep you alert?”

“It should,” admitted Adam. “I’d like to hear the whole story and so I’m unlikely to wander off in the middle.”

“Is that ‘strange talking’?” asked Griff with a half-grin. Adam wouldn’t be going anywhere, with the way they were seated.

“It’s talking about strange talking,” Adam answered with a matching smile. “Tell me about the parole.”

zorina13 · Wysłany: Wto 21:22, 05 Mar 2013 Temat postu:

Adam miał syna i nie wiadomo co się z nim stało ?
Ale chyba Griff nie okaże się jego synem ?

Rika · Wysłany: Wto 23:18, 05 Mar 2013 Temat postu:

Griff mógłby Adamowi zastąpić syna, to by wyszło wszystkim na dobre. Na to mi się zanosi, ale poczekam na ciąg dalszy.

Ewelina · Wysłany: Śro 12:13, 06 Mar 2013 Temat postu:

AMG, mam prośbę, jakbyś mogła "puszczać" krótsze fragmenty byłoby mi znacznie łatwiej. Ja siedzę przy komputerze 10, 15 minut, potem odchodzę na 10, 15 minut, czasem dlużej, choć nadal jestem zalogowana. Trudno mi w tak krótkim czasie przeczytać od razu całość. A powrót do tłumaczonego wcześniej tekstu, to już nie to Sad

AMG · Wysłany: Śro 12:40, 06 Mar 2013 Temat postu:

Postaram się, chociaż czasem ciężko podzielić.

Ewelina · Wysłany: Śro 13:59, 06 Mar 2013 Temat postu:

Dziękuję, bo zaczęłam wczoraj, dzisiaj dobrnęłam do połowy i prędko nie skończę, bo muszę znów odejść Sad

Ewelina · Wysłany: Śro 20:05, 06 Mar 2013 Temat postu:

Ale się rozgadali... doszłam już do końca. Poproszę o dalszy ciąg Smile

AMG · Wysłany: Śro 20:10, 06 Mar 2013 Temat postu:

Podzieliłam, na ile się dało Wink

Kropeczki na końcu oznaczają, że kolejna część nadal należy do tej sceny.

Hoss stretched his long legs with a very content air, albeit carefully, pulled his wife closer to him and grinned at the rest of the family – kids, Pa, Joe, Jamie and Candy. “I’ve always said there’s no place like home,” he stated with satisfaction.

Michael, his older son, grinned back, knowing how happy his father indeed was to be back home. Craig, Mike’s younger brother, snuggled closer to Michael’s side; the whole commotion of coming home had tired him, and although the five-year-old would have protested with all his manly pride if it was to be suggested, he was in dire need of a nap.

Ben gazed at the two lovingly, for the two rapscallions had been missed immensely on the Ponderosa while Hoss was recuperating in the hospital from his accident a couple of months ago. He then looked back at Hoss and reminded him gently, “You were going to talk about Adam.”

“Yes, Adam.”

Hoss face fell slightly. “Kinda good that he ain’t here. You’d better sit back, it’s a longish story.” Barbara put her hand on her husband’s shoulder. They had all been living in Reno during Hoss’ recuperation, and so she knew the story and could foresee the impact it would have on the rest of the family.

“You know he was married to that little filly, Sally. From what he told me, and from I’ve heard from some doctors, too, it turns out that she was terminally ill or something. He knew it from the beginning... some suspected that was why he married her, you know, no long commitment. Don’t frown at me like that, Pa, I know it’s not like Adam to do so. I know he loved her, you can hear it in his voice whenever he speaks her name.

“Anyway, when she died... You didn’t know that? Well, I thought he would have informed at least you, but... Well. As I was saying, when she died, he took it so peacefully – I mean, he grieved, but there was no such pain in him as there was in you, when Marie...

“Well. Sorry. I-I can imagine that he was preparing himself for that – as much as one can prepare for that – as she was so ill; he even told me she had lived longer than what the doctors had predicted. The docs, however, suspect that it could be when it all started. Don’t look at me that way, I’m getting to the point! You gotta start from the beginning!

“I met Adam in the hospital. He was quite shocked to find me there, but not as much as I was to see him. He looked dreadful, sunken eyes, hollow face – he was very thin. He just said he was recuperating, but there was something strange in his eyes, and so I asked the doc about him. He’s lost Steven.

“He hadn’t even sent a word to you, right? I’ve thought so. He just plain refuses to believe it.

“They tell me he would sit in the empty room at the hospital and talk to the kid as though he were still alive and there. Ever since they brought him in from the fire – Right, you don’t know about the fire. Their house caught on fire, and someone got Adam out of there, unconscious and burned. Adam claimed Steven had been in the house, but... well... They got only Adam out. Adam doggedly repeats that Steve must have gotten out somehow. Granted, they haven’t found the body, but he was just a little feller, and who would look... Sorry, it’s not even easy to speak about that, let alone do it.

"Adam got very ill afterwards. He’d get high fevers, hallucinations, convulsions. It probably hadn’t improved his state of mind, the doc told me. That was the third hospital he was treated in. They agreed to move him to my room; Adam himself was quite enthusiastic about it. Generally, he seemed to behave normally, but it happened a couple of times that he spoke of Steve as though the kid was still alive, as though he were speaking to him – it seemed like he didn’t know what was going on around him. He’d see things that weren’t there, hear voices that weren’t speaking... I got plain scared the first time he got that strange look in his eyes and started talking about how Steve is such a talented, intelligent kid and will do wonderful at school next Autumn.

“He’s gotten much better during the time we were together. I think he’s just been alone for too long after what happened. If there is someone around to bring him back to reality, he gets over those moods immediately. He is aware of his condition, generally, and takes care to follow the doc’s advice, like he never stays alone for a longer period of time, takes care that there is always someone nearby to talk to, tries to work physically – the doc said the exercise would bring him back into shape and help get over various thoughts. Like now, he went to work with one of the hands; he will likely be back soon, what with the rain looming like that,” Hoss glanced through the darkened window. The room was silent, each man’s thoughts preoccupied with the sad story. The wind knocked at the windowpanes with the first shy drops of rain.

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zorina13 · Wysłany: Śro 20:38, 06 Mar 2013 Temat postu:

Mam nadzieję że ten syn Adama jednak żyje i on go odnajdzie.

Ewelina · Wysłany: Czw 13:27, 07 Mar 2013 Temat postu:

Przeczytałam w całości, od razu ... te krótsze fragmenty są wygodniejsze do czytania... jak dla mnie. Bardzo smutne, żona mu zmarła, dom się spalil, synek zginął w pożarze. Adam choruje, rozmawia z synem widzi, to, czego nie ma... miewa przywidzenia... ciekawe, co go jeszcze spotka... nie przewiduję radosnego zakończenia Sad

AMG · Wysłany: Czw 13:35, 07 Mar 2013 Temat postu:

Zorina optymistycznie, Ewelina pesymistycznie Smile

No to dla chętnych kolejny fragmencik, też z kropeczkami, bo jest w środku sceny.

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Eventually, Joe raised his head and asked softly, “What... what did he say to coming home?”

“It was his idea,” answered Hoss just as softly, then added with a more animated air, grinning, “Not that my doc was extremely happy with the decision. But you know Adam, he can be real persuasive if he wants to be. I must say, home is a much better place to get back into shape than any old cold hospital,” he winked. “Adam took care of all the paperwork and everything and one day just came into the room and asked why I wasn’t packed yet! I think the initiative did him good – he needs to busy his mind with work, and entertainment, and laughter, and even with the bossying around he used to do back when he was home.”

“And the kids’ antics,” smiled Joe, but Hoss shook his head quickly, suddenly serious again.

“Be careful about kids with him. I can see they sometimes remind him of Steve and he should avoid too much thinking... Mike and Craig know when he knows who they are and when he forgets it. Mike here, especially, is good about it, and he himself has helped Adam get back to reality two or three times.”

A spell of silence engulfed the little group, accentuated by the growing darkness outside the circle of light casted by the fire.

“All in all,” said Hoss conclusively, “just trust Adam to tell you whether something’s wrong or not. He can well control his condition by now. He’ll be fine, given time.”

Ben nodded, either to Hoss or to himself. Joe was gazing into the fire, thinking about another fire, which had taken two other lives. Candy was playing with the front end of his vest, thinking about the one Cartwright brother he hadn’t met yet. Mike pulled his jacket over the sleeping Craig; Barbara smiled at the kids warmly.

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Rika · Wysłany: Czw 13:49, 07 Mar 2013 Temat postu:

Ja nie wiem, czy dołączyć do pesymistów, czy do optymistów. Szczęśliwego Adama się chyba u AMG nie doczekam, ale jest takie przysłowie: "Per aspera ad astra" , które trochę optymistycznie nastraja. Tylko czemu on taki sponiewierany musi do tych gwiazd docierać?

Ale chyba spodoba mi się jego relacja z Griffem, obu życie już zdążyło dokuczyć, nie wiadomo, któremu bardziej. Dlatego lubisz Griffa? Wink

Ewelina · Wysłany: Czw 13:56, 07 Mar 2013 Temat postu:

W drugim fragmencie jest ciepła, rodzinna atmosfera, oczywiście bez Adama, on musi siedzieć pod sosnami, marznąć i moknąć. Rodzina chce mu pomóc, może i pomoże, chociaż nadal jestem pesymistką... nawet, kiedy go z depresji i przywidzeń wyciagną, to pewnie zaraz spadnie z drabiny i sobie coś złamie, a jak nie złamie, to okaże się, że na widly zleciał... nadal czarno widzę jego przyszłość u AMG... ale ciekawe i czekam na ciąg dalszy. Oby w małej porcji...

Rika · Wysłany: Czw 13:58, 07 Mar 2013 Temat postu:

Ewelina, małą porcję łyknęłaś w pięć minut. Jesteś gotowa na większe kawałki!