A/N: Here's the third part, it's little bit longer than the other two.
Ben Cartwright sighted with a satisfaction; he had everything in his life. He could even say he had lived his life fullest. Ponderosa, his home, was the biggest ranch in Nevada; he had built it from scratch. He had been married to three beautiful ladies, who all had died, but left him three sons, all them so different as the night, the day and the morning and the same time so similar.
Adam, the night, the oldest, the quiet one, hard-working, handsome with a calm temper, but if it would explode; it would be cold and strong and destroy half of America. His fist born who he hadn't had the best of childhood, he had to grow up too quickly. He was the loner, the wolf.
Hoss, the day, his middle son, soft hearted, he cared for everything and everyone, the strongest and biggest of his sons, even tempered, if wouldn't be his strength would be a problem. Some who didn't know him would think him to be stupid, but Hoss wasn't stupid, sometimes Ben thought to be the smartest of his sons. He was the strong hearted, the bear.
Joe, the morning, his youngest, handsome whit his mother's French features, he could one moment laugh and smile and another moment be so angry, that it was scary, he was smart, strong willed, only one of his sons who had had the chance of really being a child. Sometimes Ben thought that he had given his youngest to much of freedom, like Adam had many times suggested. But Ben knew that Joe had the free-spirit like his mother had had, Ben knew that he couldn't stop his youngest. He was full of life, the fox.
Ben knew if he lost one of them, he and Ponderosa would ever be lost, Adam the head, the smarts. Hoss the Ponderosas strength and stability. And Joe the heart, the soul.