Its been a while since I've updated anything! And I'm really hoping to actually finish my old stories as well as bring in others I had ideas for in regards to the Cartwright family! I've really gotten into The Handmaids Tale and I wondered what it would be like for the Cartwright family in the modern world going through this. So this story will tamper with timelines, and if you have seen the Handmaids Tale then you know that a good bit of the story can be triggering and deals with a lot of dark themes. And this is a sort of near area for me in terms of the Cartwrights.

This story does feature notable OCS from my Bonanza fanfictions such as Beth who is the main character for this segment.

Jared, Felicity, Daniel, and Grayson will also make appearances, along with the much loved main characters.

These themes will be addressed in this story/series as well, I will give out any warnings to particularly graphic stuff if it has mentions of or if it's at all detailed. Feedback is appreciated, and for thoughts of you that know my old stories such as Father Alone, The Name, Cartwrights Never Change etc. don't worry I do plan on working on them and continuing with different stories for those series.

"Have a seat girls' quickly don't doddle." Her voice was loud, nearly obnoxious… No, it was obnoxious, she spoke as if she were speaking to a dog who didn't have enough sense to come in from the rain. "I said have a seat!" The snap of an object hitting a desk drew my attention and I slowly sat in the desk to the left of me, turning my attention from the various women who had been sitting here already, dressed in red -One would have believed them to be Amish had it not been for the color- towards the woman dressed in a brown dress. I would have laughed at the near resemblance to Jedi robes had a woman dressed similarly not have busted my jaw and hour ago. Funny I hadn't laughed at the robes or dress… I had laughed at her insistence of me standing as a meek woman, with my hands clasped and head bowed… Pa would have had a fit.

"You are all privileged. Chosen for your blessed gift from God. Fertility… You as so many others are sinners. Dirty women of the world. Sluts. But God saw fit to leave you intact, to serve a higher purpose and serve under our leaders of the faithful and their barren wives, to bear them children. So lucky! So privileged!" She spoke with such enthusiasm it was comedic, in a strange sort of way. But I didn't laugh.

I stared at her, trying to place her, to make sense of whatever this was I had been forced into. There had been no free will. I was running… I was caught.

"Come on we're almost there keep going!" Pa's voice was a shout to be heard over the stamp of hooves. We had left the family ranch in Nevada… The Ponderosa. Our cars remained in the old dirt road that left winding, and we took the horses, traveling swiftly but careful. The children had laughed, they said it was like we were cowboys going on a long trail ride.

The states had been plunged into a civil war, and the whole country began to take away the rights of women and banning travel. I lived in Boston, with Jared and my four-year-old son Nathaniel. We had gone to Nevada… We had gone home in hopes to escape the sudden fast-changing world. The law had been at the state border, we said we were going to visit family. We didn't lie.

My body convulsed suddenly as a feeling of electricity ran through me, causing me to topple from the chair and to the floor. My mouth had jerked open in a silent scream, my spine curving in as I tried to breathe. The Electricity was gone as quickly as it came. I stared wide-eyed and in shock up at the woman in brown, she held a cattle prod and was staring at me in disappointment and disgust. But she was also speaking… What was she saying?

"tion when I am speaking to you, do you understand me, girl?"

"Elizabeth. My name is Elizabeth." I turned my eyes to meet hers defiantly, my legs were drawn up to my stomach and my hands on the floor as I managed to push myself up from lying on the ground. She drew back before a sort of smile crossed her features, and the prod in her hand swung out, the side connecting against the right side of my face with enough force the world blurred into black before coming into focus once more trough the haze.

She moved around the desk crouching down next to me, her hand grabbing my jaw and jerking my eyes in her direction. "You need to learn your scripture, blessed are the meek." She stated before nodding her head. Two other women in brown came behind me, grabbing my arms to hold me in place as she released my jaw, but she didn't move away. Instead, she reached out both, her fingers latching onto the gold hooped earrings that dangled from my ears "And they gave unto Jacob all the strange gods which were in their hand, and all their earrings which were in their ears; and Jacob hid them under the oak" She said giving a few small yanks, enough to make wince before she jerked the hoops free, tearing through the skin. I bit down on my lip, tears sprang to my eyes, it wasn't the worst pain I had ever felt, but it was painful. I felt her then move to remaining piercing, the industrial I had in my right ear, she made a tasking noise and held her hand out to one of the other similarly dressed women who handed her what looked to be a pair of plyers. I tried to jerk out from the women's hands as she grasped hold of the bar, before jerking straight up. I screamed, the sound turning into a sob as she continued to pull agonizingly slow, breaking through the cartilage and skin. The blood ran down the side of my face, and when it was finally over, I was holding onto my ear, the minor pain from the lobes had subsided.

"Blessed are the what my dear?" She asked forcing me to look up at her once more, I grit my teeth wanting to be defiant, but from the corner of my eyes, I could see some of them. The women in red, one missing a hand, and none of them dared to look- keeping their heads submissively tilted forward-, if they did look their expressions were ones of horror, staring at me as if I had threatened death upon the women who held me. How long had they been here? And what had she done to warrant the loss of her hand…

"The meek."

"Repeat your scripture dear."

"Blessed are the meek, ma'am."

"Blessed are the meek, Aunt Lydia." My eyes snapped to her face, my brows furrowing in confusion. "You are to address me as Aunt Lydia."

"Blessed are the meek, Aunt Lydia"

"Good girl" She stood up, commanding me to sit back down as she walked back to the front of the room. "Girls please return to your proper positions." I slowly stood, sitting down into the seat provided, my hands shaking as I copied the folded position upon the desk, tilting my head to look down. The plaid shirt and denim jeans I wore were colored red in from my blood.