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Rika · Wysłany: Nie 15:20, 03 Mar 2013 Temat postu:

Czyli umieszczanie Jamiego, Candy'ego i Griffa w Ponderosie nie jest już potrzebne Laughing

Mamy z powrotem Adama i Hossa więc możesz gdzieś wysłać Jamiego i Candy'ego. Griffa możesz ewentualnie zostawić Wink

Dalej proszę, bo ja bym chciała przeczytać, jak Ben zareaguje. Bo jakoś to wymazywanie Adama z pamięci mi nie leży. Ale Tobie też nie, jak przeczytałam, więc liczę na Happy End.

AMG · Wysłany: Nie 18:35, 03 Mar 2013 Temat postu:

Wedle życzenia, dalszy ciąg. No to "jadziem" do domu...

“It’s going to rain.”

Griff nodded, loading the last of the remaining supplies into the wagon. “I’m sure glad that’s done.”

“Yep.” Adam put a hand on Griff’s shoulder briefly. “Let’s go home.”

The wind had picked up, and both men moved more quickly. Adam tethered his horse to the wagon and seated himself beside Griff, who held the reins. The horses moved on with anticipation of a nice, warm stall and an even nicer full bucket of oats.

Both men were quiet during the first couple of minutes. Griff was struggling with himself; he wanted to ask who the man actually was, but would that be alright with him? If it had been just after he had come to the Ponderosa, he wouldn’t have bothered to ask. Yet here he was learning that people could actually be nice. Well, not all. Still, he didn’t know how to treat that man – as a guest? A ranchhand? He was allowed to issue orders, as Griff had learned from Hop Sing; yet he came to help him with the work. Maybe they didn’t trust him, regardless of what Mr Cartwright had said about it. Maybe he was there to keep an eye on the ex-con... Griff stole a glance at his silent companion, but Adam had his eyes closed and was clearly relaxing.

Oh, what the heck.

“Why are you here?” he asked Adam. “I mean – are you a ranchhand or a guest or a friend of Mr Cartwright or who?”

Adam opened his eyes, lowering them to look at his hands. “We know each other.”

Griff digested the answer. Possibly not quite a friend, then. “You’re gonna stay here some time?”

“I don’t know.”

To Griff, Adam’s voice sounded weary all of a sudden. Almost too soft.

“You know, you just come, make yourself at home, get to work, and I ain’t ever seen you around here for the last couple of months. If I have the right to ask, that is,” he finished sarcastically. “I’d like to know where I stand.”

A sigh. “I haven’t been around here for the last couple of years.” Adam kept looking at his hands. “I’ve come here to convalesce. I guess you can treat me as any other ranchhand.” A moment of silence, then Adam blinked and added, “And yes, of course you have the right to know.” He straightened. “Sorry, I should have thought about clearing that up.”

“It’s okay,” responded Griff automatically, something in Adam’s tone making him feel sorry for having started the whole interrogation. “Should you be working if you’re convalescing?” he inquired with some concern.

“I very much should,” Adam raised his eyes at last and smiled softly. “Good old physical work. Prescribed by the doctor.”

They drove on in more companionable silence. Adam relaxed against the backboard and stretched a bit; Griff worked his neck slightly and clicked the horses into a trot. It was getting darker slowly, as the clouds drew closer, but the wind was refreshing, showering the golden spray of pine scent over the two people moving on far below the green fragrant peaks.

The shot came out of nowhere, spooking the horses. As they took the turn, Adam spotted a huge tree limb on the road just in front of them. Griff caught his eyes for a second, then felt air-borne and a sudden impact whooshed the air out of his lungs. There was some noise – then eerie silence... There came some shadows leaning over him – he blinked to clear his vision – they held and pulled at his clothes – he fought them – there came – a noise... the world collapsed with him into darkness.

Rika · Wysłany: Nie 19:50, 03 Mar 2013 Temat postu:

Czyli ktoś jednak będzie cierpiał. Na razie - nie Adam. Ale coś mi się wydaje, że on już swoje przeszedł. Wyjaśni się, co go tak subtelnie sponiewierało?

zorina13 · Wysłany: Nie 20:50, 03 Mar 2013 Temat postu:

Ktoś napadł na Adama i Grifa ?
I on nadal nie wie że ten gośc to najstarszy syn Bena Cartwrigta ?

AMG · Wysłany: Nie 20:57, 03 Mar 2013 Temat postu:

Dobrze Ci idzie, Zorina Mr. Green

Ewelina · Wysłany: Nie 21:39, 03 Mar 2013 Temat postu:

Czy dobrze zrozumiałam, że Griff dostał w płuco i świat mu się zapadł w ciemność?

AMG · Wysłany: Nie 21:46, 03 Mar 2013 Temat postu:

Nie do końca, świat się, owszem, zapadł, ale z płuc to mu uciekło powietrze po upadku.

Ewelina · Wysłany: Nie 21:52, 03 Mar 2013 Temat postu:

Też dobrze, ważne, że Adasiowi nie uciekło Smile

Griff młody jest , to i wytrzyma upadek... niejeden Smile

AMG · Wysłany: Wto 13:14, 05 Mar 2013 Temat postu:

Mam nadzieję, że nie za szybko wysyłam Smile

Chcę dać Wam czas na spokojne przeczytanie.

The wind had picked up. He listened to its howl contentedly for a moment, then idly went back over the last moments. Maybe there was something he was supposed to remember. It took him some time, but eventually he was able to figure out that he had been going home with the kid. The practical part of his mind told him there had been some kind of accident. Otherwise he wouldn’t be lying in the wet grass... in a drizzling rain... with that strange lack of feeling in his body that you got from lying too long unmoving... wait a second, there was something he was supposed to remember...

With a Herculean effort he raised his head and looked around. He felt physically unsettled when the world did a flip-flop in his head. Good; he had a hold on reality. He was lying on the grass. With naked shoulders. Forget shoulders – his legs were naked as well. He stopped for a moment to gather his thoughts. The kid. He must remember about the kid.

He looked around carefully, moving only his head, until he spotted the boy. Lying in a heap a few steps away, in his shirt and nothing more. It somehow made him look much younger, much like a child taking a nap. Much like... Adam sighed, concentrating. – like my beloved... – No. He shook his head, very gently though; it still hurt and did flip-flops with the pines and the horizon.

He shifted slowly to turn in the direction the kid was lying, and inched his way towards the unmoving body, making the satisfactory discovery of having all limbs intact. It turned out to be rather easy to slide over the wet grass, and he reached the kid pretty quickly.

The kid had been shot. Adam closed his eyes, drew a sharp breath to save his awareness and get over the boiling rage. The kid had been shot. Why? Surely no one could have a grudge against someone so young. Adam drew a long, steadying breath, pulled himself up with difficulty and turned the kid on his back. The bullet was still inside the muscle. That is, hopefully a muscle. The shoulder looked like a bloody mess. The pulse was there, quick but rather strong. Good going, kid. Must stop the bleeding; need fabric or something.

Looking around with more awareness, he spotted something that could have been dirty, torn clothes. Right. Whoever took their clothes, at least they’d left their own. He staggered there on all fours, found two pairs of trousers and a shirt. Prison clothes. A good explanation. When he tried to pull on the trousers, a spell of vertigo hit him, so strong that it left him lying on his back, panting, fighting for a precious hold on consciousness. Images and memories started mixing in his head, those he knew from the long bed-ridden hours and days and those that were older, those that never before came to him in that state, and always the laughing face... NO. He thought he had shouted it but he wasn’t sure anymore. He dismissed it as unimportant. Can’t let the kid down. Can’t let the kid down. Have to get up. Have to...

He actually crawled but he got back to the still body. He used a cleaner end of the kid’s shirt to wipe away most of the blood, and after a second thought found the familiar leaves in the grass. The rain grew heavier, so he washed the leaves in it before putting them on the wound. It was a difficult task to put the trousers on the boy, but eventually he managed it. Have to keep off the cold as well and as long as possible.

He realised they were both getting soaked. The tree. It didn’t sound like a thunderstorm – a tree would do.

zorina13

Adam stracił syna i to go prześladuje ?

AMG · Wysłany: Wto 13:56, 05 Mar 2013 Temat postu:

Coś mi się zdaje, że jednak dajesz sobie radę z angielskim... i to lepiej, niż przyznajesz Wink

A odpowiedź na Twoje pytanie będzie w dalszej części fanfika.

Ewelina · Wysłany: Wto 14:40, 05 Mar 2013 Temat postu:

Adam na razie od Ciebie nie oberwal, ale prześladujesz go koszmarnymi wspomnieniami z przeszłości i straszysz burzą... a tam wysokie drzewa Wink

Czyżby maleńki, zabłąkany piorun?
Uff! Nie przypuszczalam, że to forum namówi mnie do lektury angielskiego tekstu Smile

Rika · Wysłany: Wto 19:56, 05 Mar 2013 Temat postu:

Czyli jest zalążek tego, co go tak subtelnie sponiewierało. To musiało byś nie byle co, żeby go po tylu latach do domu przygnało.
Ja już jestem gotowa na dalszą część. Please Wink

Ewelina · Wysłany: Wto 20:28, 05 Mar 2013 Temat postu:

Jak to co go tak subtelnie sponiewieralo? Pomysły w fanfiku AMG, i psychikę mu nadszarpnęła i pewnie planuje jakiś piorun puścić, kiedy wejdzie pod te wysokie drzewa. A ja się zastanawiam, co wymyśli, gdy będzie chciała byc mniej subtelna? Niedźwiedzia? powódź, czy najazd mrówek-morderców?

Rika · Wysłany: Wto 20:39, 05 Mar 2013 Temat postu:

Napisałam, że "subtelnie" bo Adaś żyje, nie jęczy w łóżku, pamięta jak się nazywa, nie musi się drzew trzymać, jak idzie, wygląda nieźle. Toż to sielanka! Wink