A/N: Here you go the 25th, this is for Kitty O who asked a chapter with Roy. Tomorrow there will be another one.
Again, Roy leaned heavily against the wall that separated prison cells from his office, it was fifth time in this month and it was only fifteenth. He didn't understand where they took the strength, the energy, but somewhere they did.
He rubbed his temples, he felt a headache forming when he heard; "It's your entire fault Joe." There was no mistake that it was Adam who had said that.
"My fault? How it's my fault?" Roy could hear Joe's high pitched question.
"You shouldn't have gone and be friendly with that guys woman."
"It is your fault, you shouldn't have come and interfered, I could have handled him."
"Will ya two just stop it, it's no ones fault." Roy could here Hoss' voice trying to reason with his brothers.
"Oh know you're trying to be a peacemaker, it's also your fault we're here, if you could have stayed out of the fight, we could be home in our beds." Roy rolled his eyes at that Joe's exclamation.
"He is right you know," Adams deep voice reached Roy's ears, "if you hadn't interfered, this wouldn't have happened."
"Oh, know it's my fault. I just didn't want to see my brothers being beaten to an omelet, let me see if I ever help ya two in the future." Hoss snorted.
Roy had enough, every time the same story, but it always was different brother who beard the blame in the beginning. Last time it had been Hoss, time before that it had been Adam's fault and so on, and so on.
"How much this time?" Roy hadn't seen Ben Cartwright stepping in, he told him the amount.
"Are you joking with me, if my boys keep going with this pace, I will be bankrupted before winter."
"That's what Sam from the Bucket of Blood said, they almost destroyed that place."
Roy could see in Ben's eyes that he was ready to start raging and yelling at his sons, but something changed, "Hey, Roy have you had breakfast."
"No, why to you ask?"
"Well, I'm hungry, Hop Sing kicked me out of the house yelling that he won't make no breakfast before number one, two and three sons are home, so what to you say lets eat some and then come and handle my sons, they will be fine for an hour by themselves." Ben put his hat back on.
"Alright, if you say so, let's hope they haven't pulled each other to pieces." Roy mumbled when he followed Ben out.
"Then I bring them back to home and then they start earning back all the money they have cost me in this month, I have a feeling that I won't let them out from the borders of Ponderosa for a year." Roy rolled his eyes and in the Virginia City were people who thought that Ben Cartwright was too lenient with his sons.