A/N: I'm sorry I haven't updated for a week but I was ill with angina. I know I promised you 30 drabbles, but I'm out of ideas right know, so I but this story to complete, but I promise when I have an idea I will update this story, I try at some point reach the 30th drabble, I hope I will make it in time. But now enjoy, this is the last one until my muse will visit me with next drabble.
The sun was setting, Ben sat in the porch in the rocking chair, he felt the heavy burden of his eighty five years on his shoulders, soon he would be gone, but the Ponderosa and his sons will remain his heritage and world will go one, with out him, but he would be remembered by his sons.
The sun was setting and he heard his sons coming home for dinner, Adam his oldest son, sixty years old, he was still strong and tall, his once dark hair was now snowy white, but he was still as stubborn boy with calmness and seriousness surrounding him. He had returned nineteen years ago and brought the balance and peace back to Ponderosa.
Hoss was happily riding beside his older brother fifty-four years on his shoulder, but he was still the strongest man in Nevada state no one could best him. He was still a boy with kind heart full of love.
Joe was on the other side of his oldest brother, forty-eight years had his eyes seen, as many wounds his body had bear, maybe even more. His hair had started graying in his late twenties, but the laughter hadn't gone from his eyes and face, he still could see the fun and humor everywhere. He was still a boy full of mischief.
Ben smiled yes, he and Ponderosa would never be forgotten till his sons live and their memory lives on.