A/N. I know I promised to post every day, I apologize for not posting yesterday. But because of that, this story is little longer and I think I post another one sometime to day. Now enjoy.
Joe had never seen Adam so riled up, he understood his brother, first he lost his riffle to him and then he discovered that his partner in crime had made some bets behind his back.
Joe kept back a chuckle remembering the sight how Adam tossed away his jacket, hat and colt and chased after Hoss. Now Adam was laying his head against back of the buckboards seat, sulking, Joe knew better than tell it to his brother's face. Adam had lost in a one day, the hayburner, his riffle and Hoss who he chased through all the Virginia City, Hoss had out run him, of course he had had a motivation, and reached to the buckboard before his older brother taken Blacky and headed to Ponderosa.
When they reached home Adam's mood got worse, Hoss had gone hunting and wasn't expected back for another two weeks. And Adam had planed such a perfect revenge for his bigger brother. Now he had to wait.
Adam wasn't the only one who enjoyed the little mishaps what happened to Hoss after he returned, Joe found them quite amusing: first Hoss's favorite dessert was salty, next Chubb's bridle broke the day Hoss had decided do go to visit Sarah Clod, then his best boots were glued to the floor on the day of the Dance. Last thing after what brothers made peace was when Adam lost his balance and knocked into Hoss who landed in the water trough.
It was month after the race when Adam read the newspaper in his favorite blue chair, somebody put a case on his feet, he looked up seeing Joe, "I have present for you older brother."
"What?"
"Well, you have given me many presents through my life time so I decided to give you one." Adam raised an eyebrow.
"Stop looking me like that and open the case." Adam only shook his head and did as his brother asked, he found in the case a knew riffle, with a perfect barrel size and the sight, it stock was made from ebony, on the one side there was written his name with silver and on the left his initials. Adam looked at Joe with a surprise.
"Well I noted three months ago that your old riffle was in a bad shape, I had collected some money and decided to give you a knew one, week later you ordered that one I have now, I couldn't tell you, because the new riffle had to be a surprise. That's why I wanted you new riffle so bad, because it would have been strange for me a carry a riffle with your name on it. So you gave me a good opportunity when you came asking the money from me. The riffle is made by the best gun maker in Boston." Joe shut up, he knew he was rambling. Adam held the gun like a baby, "Thanks Joe, its Beautiful."
"Your welcome," With that he walked out of the door, but before the door closed Adama heard his younger brother's words, "And you're going around telling I can't save money." Adam just had to laugh.