“From PA? You gotta be kidding me?” Joe began to chortle again and shaking his head, he stood up and walked to where he had cast down his saddle “Are you sure you got it from Pa?” “And I heard it from Pa.” Adam drawled, casting his hat onto the ground beside his saddle, and carefully preparing his bedding. “Adam told it to me.” Hoss said nonchalantly as he knelt in front of the camp fire and began to make it safe for the night. “Hey,” Joe stopped laughing, although it was with some difficulty and his facial muscles still twitched “Hey, Hoss, that was jest about the best joke going. Going for all its worth.” Adam sighed, stood up and stretched.”As for me, I’m going to bed down.” “Well, Hoss, you know our little brother, he likes to claw every ounce of whatever’s “Hey, Joe, I don’t think it was that funny!” he exclaimed, his blue eyes widening as he surveyed his younger brother and all signs of humour dissipating from him all the more quickly as Joe continued to chortle. After a moment Hoss, rather embarrassed at his brothers hilarity, gave him a nudge. It was so hilarious that his brothers began to chuckle along with him. His infectious chortle rose loud and clear.
Joseph Cartwright slapped both knees and raised his head and laughed aloud.
Is Clay back for good? Are his motives honest and above board? And who is the man with whom he keeps in contact? Summary: Little Joe Cartwright can’t believe it when Clay Stafford enters his life again …nor can his brothers for very different reasons.
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