Telegrams.

5th Story in the Alexandra Series.

Summary: You wanted to know the why, the when and the how Alexandra came about. Well here it is. Adam receives a wire from San Francisco. He embarks on a journey with Alexandra to bring Katherine home one way or another. He recalls the events of the past along the way.

Disclaimer: I do not own Bonanza, or any of its characters. David Dortort and Fred Hamilton created them and played with them for 14 years. The series is owned by NBC.

Warnings: None.

Re-cap

Chapter 17: A Shoulder To Ride On

During the surrey ride to their hotel Adam watched Alexandra sleep. Although they had finished their dinner early, the day's events and the gentle sway of the surrey had lulled Alexandra to sleep. Adam initially considered walking the four blocks; it was a mild night and the area in which they were staying was relatively safe, but he was tired and igniting Alexandra's energy and enthusiastic nature with a brisk walk was something he wanted to avoid. Most would think such physical activity would tire a child out, however Adam knew Alexandra well; the walk would have only invigorated her.

He thought about the afternoons events and decided Alexandra should be happy about having the chance to sleep and avoid the conversation Adam would have with her, predominately about her fighting and being disrespectful to adults and property.

Pleased to have Maverick handle his side of things, both men knew they would have to tackle a few personal issues regarding the afternoon. Maverick needed to talk with Jai about her willingness to readily follow Alexandra. However, he was more perturbed with Samantha's irresponsibility. He told Adam that it reminded him of his Pappy ways; when the loveable con left his two young boys alone to fend for themselves while he tried to win a game somewhere. Perhaps that was all fine, back then, but in a changing world and for women that was not such a good thing. Samantha needed to be more aware of the dangers to her and now young Jai. She needed to be vigilant when supervising the young ones. No, Maverick was not happy with her lapse of maturity.

Adam used the quiet short ride to think about the events and information he had learned from his visit to Katherine. The improvement in her mental state was a relief, and finding the letters a godsend. He still had a lot of questions, but was certain, had Katherine not been scared, or suffering with mental issues the young woman would have sent him a letter and told him of Alexandra.

The one thing he was sure of is that Katherine trusted him. She let her family know that if his child ever needed him, they should send her to him. He silently prayed, thanking her for believing he would make a good father. He hoped he did.

Adam had last seen Katherine over four months ago and couldn't believe the improvement. They had little conversation on their last visit, Katherine was in and out of dazes and exhibited an anxious state of mind. Doctor Shultz had done a miraculous job. His treatment and the overturned verdict of the murder conviction had helped improve Katherine's physical and mental state.

Adam wondered about what the future held for the young mother of his child; his first love and now very much his responsibility, whether the courts deemed it legal or not. He was pretty sure his relationship with Alexandra would continue to be a strong one and never dull. Katherine's present medical concerns and her separation from her child was not necessarily going to change all that much. Adam hoped that with her seeing Alexandra and Alexandra seeing her, meant what little time she may have left was at least somewhat joyous.

Adam's dilemma was that while he wanted to stand by Katherine and be with her as much as possible, he was in love with Marty. Adam knew he had enough love and respect for all of them, but they were miles apart. He just hoped that Marty would understand if it meant spending more time in San Francisco they he had planned. Deep down, he didn't want to dwell on the possible scenarios, none of them were going to be completely happy journeys. He would just have to cross each bridge as it came. The reality was Alexandra was never going to get enough time with her mother, some quality time yes, if the judge saw fit to release Katherine into Adam's custody, but his daughter would never have the quantity of physical contact with her mother that she so deserved. However, unlike him, Hoss, and even Little Joe, she would have more than they had. It was a life lesson that many had learned in these times; children and adults alike.

~oOo~

Adam set a groggy Alexandra down on the pavement as they exited the surrey. He held tight to Alex's shoulder as he paid the man for the short trip from the Occidental Hotel.

"Daddy, carry me," yawned Alexandra, leaning into to him.

"You can walk, Alexandra, you're getting too heavy for me to lug up the stairs."

"Really?" smiled Alexandra, now awake a little more, "So do ya think I'm finally getting bigger, dad?" The wheels starting turning in Alexandra's head. "So that means I'll be able to stay up later, maybe we can play a game of checkers, dad. When I'm big will I get eyes in the back of my head, or does that only happen with teacher grown- ups or dad grown- ups? Hey, iffin I get big enough and when we get back home, I'll be able to help more out around the ranch. Maybe I can help out on cattle drive this year. Thatta mean I wouldn't hafta stay in town at Marty's place with Mrs. Willburn-Big bu… ahh big sticky nose. Maybe I'll get even bigger, you know if I drink lots of milk, even eat pancakes like Uncle Hoss. Hey, I could have a glass before bed tonight, dad; while we play some checkers. "

Oops, thought Adam, maybe I should have let her sleep and just carried her up the stairs. "Yes you have grown, Alexandra, too big for me to carry and too big for you to start fights. We've talked about this before, and now that you are awake we may just have that little talk before bed. "

"Hmm, maybe, I'm not that big to stay up so late after all, dad. Why I'm just tired thinkin about it. Don't reckon I'll even get up those stairs afore I'm asleep."

Adam had to chuckle, "Well, I think we can solve that problem, it'll be like killing a bird with one stone…"

"Huh? That ain't nice, dad. I don't have a problem with birds at all, not like Hop Sing does in the veggie patch. Fact is; I'm quite happy for them ta eat all them vegetables. Guess I really am not grown up yet. Grownups really like vegetables. Grandpa says they are an required taste…"

"He means; an acquired taste."

"Nah, grandpa says they required ta make ya get big… Uncle Hoss must ate a whole lot, maybe Hop Sing shoulda be killin' off any birds' dad no matter how many stones it takes."

"Killing two birds with one stone is an idiom; a figure of speech like an analogy, Alexandra."

"An a what?"

"A correlation to an instance; similar situation to clarify or better define a present situation." Said Adam and thought, how do I get myself into these discussions with Alex?

"So what's this situation we got right now, dad that needs a stone ta kill something? I jist wanted a lift ta bed. I'm real tired… even more now that you been talking so much."

Adam shook his head, "Well then…" Adam squatted down and turned his back to Alexandra, "How about a piggy back ride?"

"Hey good idea, dad, ceptin you ain't like a pig; more like a proud black stallion. Lots of women thinks so, dad. I wonder why they say that, probably cause yer real tall and strong and got black hair an all, maybe it's like one of them analogy things? What else does a stallion do, dad that would be a correl-ation? Uncle Joe reckons stallions are bold…"

Adam coughed, "Alexandra, grown -ups do less talk… Okay now, concentrate … Hang on."

Adam stood up and started up the stairs, two flights and they were at their door. He piggy backed Alexandra through the door then unceremoniously dumped her on the bed. "Okay, get dressed for bed, Alexandra; wash your face and clean your teeth with that paste Hop Sing makes."

"Yeew, it tastes hot though, dad. I'm sure it's burning ma tongue."

"Well next time, try to get more on your teeth. It's made with peppermint and cloves so it kills the germs. You want to keep all your teeth as long as you can little girl, so get moving," ordered Adam.

Alexandra did as she was told, while Adam went to the drawer to pull out Alexandra's night shirt. He almost laughed out loud when he heard Alex gag while rinsing her teeth. He handed her the shirt and helped her with the buttons on the back of her dress before trading places with her at the basin. Alexandra quickly pushed off her dress, pulled her night shirt over her head and went to make a dash to the big bed.

"Ahh uhh," mumbled Adam, as he washed his face, then clicked his fingers, "Pantaloons, and dress in the laundry hamper. I'll send them down in the morning. Then stand in the corner until I'm ready for you."

"Aww dad, I've already done standin in the corner this afternoon."

"Well there's more… pantaloons… corner; in that order, Alexandra."

Alex huffed as she gathered up her dress and took it to the hamper, then slipped out of the pantaloons from under her nightshirt and shoved them hastily in the hamper, along with her dress, before stomping over to the corner. There she leant her head between the crease of the two walls and hung out her tongue, wiggling it, then curling it to blow air over its surface in a bid to cool it down after the Hop Sing's hot tooth paste.

Adam turned once he had finished and strode to the bed. He sat down and heard her whistle slightly. Leaning to the side he watched her ministrations with the tongue. "Alex what are you doing?"

"Ma tongue still burning, dad. I'm trying ta cool it down some. It ain't easy standing in this corner; so close an all. Maybe I should hang my tongue out the window. You know; let the fresh air blow over it some. It will at least take my mind off it."

"I can take your mind off your burning tongue, little girl. Come here." He said and crocked his finger before pointing to the spot in front of him.

Alexandra screwed up her face, as she shuffled to stand in front of her father. She got his meaning; well the threat really. Another one of them 'ana…somthins' she thought quietly to herself. It wasn't just her tongue that was going to be hot, it looked like her backside was too. Her father had constantly warned her about fighting and even though she knew she was justified and really couldn't help what happened that afternoon at the hotel once all the commotion started, Alexandra also knew that her father would not let it go; not without a full explanation from her anyway. She only hoped she could explain her side of the story and put up a great defence, but that was going to be hard. Alexandra was also aware that Maverick had told her father the whole story, but her Dad, always wanted to hear both sides; which was kinda nice really; it was fair and just, and if consequences were to come of it, then the judgement would be consistent and quick… she hoped.

Adam took Alexandra's small hand in his as she stood in front him. It was a method he'd learned earlier with Alexandra. If he held her hands she was more than likely going to listen to him and not go off into a dramatic over detailed and animated explanation. Alexandra needed her hands for that. He looked into her eyes as he tugged gently on her fingers. "I was a little disappointed you got into a fight this afternoon, Alexandra. Do you know why?" he asked.

"Yes, sir, dad. You don't like me fightin cause it's not proper for little girls ta do that in public."

"It's not proper for anyone to fight in public. But, sometimes we don't have a choice, not when we need to defend ourselves or someone else. But starting the physical attack is not okay when there are other options. Did you start the fight today?"

"No the boy started it by bein mean ta Jai. Then he pushed her outta the way. I jist pushed him back, so Jai was back in fronta him. He started it dad, by pushing Jai."

"And you pushed back and then kicked him? Do you think that was fair?"

"Even Stevens, dad, I reckon. And… and he was the one that went ta hit me with his mallet. I was just protectin myself when I grabbed it offa him. How was I ta know it was gonna cause all that kudos… "

"Chaos… it caused chaos," corrected Adam.

"That mean a real lot mess, and runnin around, and waste a good food, with fat ladies squashing the cakes and all when they fell over?"

"Yes, as a start. Running didn't help, Alexandra."

"I wasn't runnin from dad; I was runnin to… That kid he done took off with my mallet; left me in the lurch an lookin' guilty when it weren't me that started it. It was self-defence too dad, this time I was protectin' my reputation. No one was gonna listen ta me with all that screaming and finger pointin' at me; standin there, the only one without a mallet. It was circumcision evidence, but...

"I think you mean circumstantial that describes the situation, or an incident; an accident… Yes very much an accident, though one that was bound to happen under the circumstances without the circumspection of the adults in charge, or by you Alexandra. Again your impulsive and impetuous nature did not help the situa…"

"Whoa Dad!" jumped in Alexandra, "Yer getting away in front of me... Stay with ma story. I got no idea what ya talking about, well except the accident part. It was an accident; the whole thing honest. And besides, Mr Maverick done had me stay in the corner for being naughty and cheeky to the hotel staff. So, I done my punishment already. Remember ya can't get punished for the same thing twice, and even though you always say; iffin I get inta trouble at school then its double trouble at home, but well we ain't in school or home, so I reckon I should only get into trouble once, I mean punished once. I rest my case."

"Oh, I see," Adam smiled slightly. "So, you don't think I should even be bringing up the fact that you promised me that you would not get into any more fights. That you would not be the first one to start one and that you would think before retaliating? We've talked and talked about this, Alexandra. It's not appropriate to fight, but more importantly Alexandra it's dangerous to instigate one, or partake in one just because you want to fight back or make a point. You can make your point in other ways first, and only fight to get away. At the end of the day the person you are fighting might be in the wrong and if they are caught, they will be punished. However, that won't change the fact that you could have been hurt or hurt someone else, an innocent party. , What if the person who deserves your anger was badly hurt; more than they deserved?"

"You mean a fights got to be fair too?"

"Yes Alexandra. The punishment should match the crime. Would you shoot someone just because you are mad at them for calling you names?"

"No, I wouldn't shoot them, I'd probably punch them in the nose."

"That wouldn't be fair either."

"So your saying; punishment should be like an a eye for an eye?"

"Sort of, but then that isn't always the right thing either. It may seem fair to those looking on…"

"But, they can't be looking on; not iffin they got no eyes, dad, besides, it's gotta look different with just one eye. Old man Huckers only got one eye. He wears a pirate patch an all. He reckons with jist one eye he can't always tell how far things are away from him. He set his nostril hair on fire one day, when he was trying ta light his cherry root. Now, Mr Tate, the town barber has to trim his nose hair every week. It grows faster now for some reason and he has ta get it trimmed often. Mr Huckers says when his dead and gone his nose hair will still be growin, but it won't bother him cause he be dead and hopefully he'll be in heaven where he'll get both his eyes back and be able to see again; Including seeing better close up and all and around corners . Ole man Huckers reckons he ain't got good paraphernalia vision or somethin; means he don't see out the corner of his eyes real well or round corners without turning his head on his no eye side. But when he dies he will be able to iffin he goes to heaven which is just as well, cause you never know what jist around the corner even in heaven. Mr Tate the barber recons it's a be worsa in hell cause there these seven circles ta hell, and yer gotta go around and down ta get ta purgatory then come up inta heaven. You sure would need ya paranoid vision iffin ya went ta hell. Mrs Jones would be alright iffin she ended up there, cause she's got eyes in the back of her head, she don't need no permeating vision.

"Peripheral vision," Adam quietly corrected.

"Yeah that's it… Mr Tate reckons… "

Adam pinched the bridge of his nose. "Alexandra… stop… though I am impressed with your knowledge of Dante's Inferno."

"Who's inferno dad? Inferno means very hot don't it. I was talking about hell, but Mr Tate told me about it, so guess it could be his idea of hell, but God owns heaven, so don't the devil own hell dad? Who's Dante?"

"Never mind…" sighed Adam, then frowned, a tired expression crossing his features. "Okay where were we. What was I talking about…"

"Dunno, Dad….Oh yeah… I think it was my turn."

"Again…Really?"

"Yeah, Dad... I'm sorry, dad I won't fight again cause I don't want ta get ma eyes picked out, especially iffin I start the fight cause not only would I have one less eye your gonna be awfully disappointed and probably set my tail on fire, hotter than the inferno of hell. And iffin I continue to start fights, I jist might end up in hell with no perineum vision ta get myself around those circles and work my way out."

Frustrated and somewhat confused, Adam scrubbed at his face. "Alexandra you won't go to hell; I promise. But, you just about hit the nail on the head about me setting your tail on fire. No more fighting, last warning, or you will be one very sore little girl." He said shaking his finger at her. "Now into bed."

Alexandra smiled with relief and turned to climb under the blankets her father held up. Adam took the opportunity to accentuate his warning and applied two sharp and forceful quick swats to her backside.

Alexandra yelped and almost somersaulted into bed and out of her father's reach. She grabbed the covers and pulled them up under her chin. "Not fair dad, them sneaky swats."

"Them there are called warning swats. How's your tongue; stopped burning?" he said with a laugh.

"Ahphurrr…" she poked her tongue out and looked down crossed eyed at it. "Hey yeah it has," said a surprised Alexandra.

~oOo~

Both Adam and Alexandra slept in the next morning. After a late breakfast and early lunch they tidied themselves up and headed over to the courthouse. Adam lead Alexandra around and they toured the building marvelling at the idea it had once been a theatre. Adam found a clerk at the information desk and enquired about their hearing time and the room they were to be in just a little over an hour. Adam found the room and the two got their bearings before heading out to the gardens for a nice walk and talk.

Adam reiterated his instructions to Alexandra, about sitting quietly and not interrupting the judge or Drew Kennedy with any comments, questions or observations. There were strict protocols to be adhered to in a court room, and Adam was firm regarding his expectations.

Alexandra nodded sincerely at each set of instructions. She was anxious but excited at the same time. She had not seen her mother since the day on the stage coach when the Marshall took her away. She still vividly remembered the last glimpse of her mother's sad profile as the coach disappeared around the bend. Alex remembered feeling abandoned, lost and wondered why her mother had not wanted to see her before she left.

Of course things made sense now; now that they all knew the truth. Her mother's fear and anxiety over Darcy's murder in conjunction with her exposure to the lead made her physically and mentally ill. Alexandra's biggest hope was that she would get to see her momma, get to tell her that she loved her and that she had been a good girl like she had promised to be if ever Katherine had to leave her one day.

"Will I get ta say somethin', dad?" Asked Alexandra.

"To who darlin'?"

"To the judge, daddy. Will I be able to tell the judge what a good dad you are and how you wanta make sure my mommas looked after. And how momma hasn't seen me in such a long time. And how that will make her feel real better, I jist know. Will I be able to say that dad?"

"Perhaps, but I think Drew and the doctor are going to share all of this information but if the judge wants to hear it from all of us, I think that it would be okay for you to say all that. In a hearing like this the judge makes all the calls Alexandra."

"What calls; bird calls?"

"No he calls the shots."

"What shots, he gonna shoot someone?"

"No Alexandra, stop jumping the gun …"

"Iffin someone's gonna start shootin' dad, I'll won't be Jumpin' the gun, I'll be hiding under a chair, sides you said I ain't supposed ta touch guns anymore, unless… "

"Alexandra, no one's going to be shooting; it's just another figure of speech…"

"Oh one of them an allergies…"

"No actually its synonym, but the word you are seeking is analogy, not allergies. Nobody is going to be sneezing," laughed Adam.

"Not at the bullets, but gun powder can make you sneeze. Uncle Joe reckons a gunshot can cure the hiccups, though. He was in the bucket of blood one time, and this big miner fella comes in an asks for a drink a water, and old Sam the bartender jists pulls out a gun and shoots inta the air. Then the miner said; thanks Sam, and left. Then Uncle Joe he…"

"Yes, yes I've heard Uncle Joe tell that one. The judge won't have a gun at all Alexandra. He will listen to our appeal and then ask questions. We can only give him the answer to the questions asked. He may get impatient if we give him a lot of information he is not interested in. Some Judges just want the facts. They don't want to know the in and outs of everything."

"You mean he don't wanna know the in and outs of a ducks…

"Alexandra!" barked Adam.

"Sorry dad; that was one of Grandmamma Willameena's an... ana… logies."

"Hmm, well keep that one to yourself and any other stories you have. Like I said the judge just wants the fact and not too many unnecessary details."

"But people's stories are real important dad. Yer can tell who the good people are better, yer can tell iffin they are being honest and sincere, ain't that right dad?"

"Isn't that right."

"It isn't?"

"No Alexandra use the word isn't, not ain't."

"Oh, right… we gotta sound smart?"

"We've got to sound educated."

"Why? The law is for everyone. Justice is for everyone. Just cause yer educated don't mean yer can't commit a crime, same as jist cause abody's poor don't mean they are going be bad people dad. That's why we have a Constitution so that all men are equal in the eyes of the law. Miss Jones says so."

"You are right Alexandra, so let's just concentrate on being friendly and polite. That way the judge will know I have educated my darling daughter in manners."

Alexandra smiled. "Okay dad, and iffin he asks me anything about my momma, I'm going to tell him that she is the best momma in the whole world and I love her and he should let me see her… or else."

Adam quickly spun Alexandra around and swatted her backside. Alexandra gasped, but before she could truly object Adam leant over and pointed his finger at her. "Ah Uh... Leave out 'the or else part', Alexandra. You can't threaten a judge. He'll put you in jail."

"Iffin it's the same Jail as momma, I won't care, dad." Alexandra said and meant it, she just wanted to see her mother. She also didn't care if her mother remembered everything about her or not. A little bit of their past lives would be good, but the truth was Katherine had in the last couple of months before her trial, shown signs of forgetfulness, and was tired all the time. Molly had taken over much of Alexandra's care as well as many of the permanent performers of the theatre. Frank Garner Hallett visit accelerated her mother's condition and then Darcy's murder tipped her over the edge. Alexandra had not understood that at the time, but now all those promises her mother had made her make made sense. Promise me you'll be good. Mind Molly and the others. Brother Sebastian deserves your respect, he is helping us. If I ever have to go away and Molly can't look after you, remember what we told you, find Adam Cartwright. Alexandra may have been hoping for all sorts of miracles, but she'd be happy for just one; she would finally get to tell her mother she loved her.

"Yes… Well I would care… So no threats or bad manners and maybe sound a little educated."

"Well we should be fine then, dad cause we should know a lot fancy words for plain speaking folks, like idioms, smilies, synagogues and anna aologies."

~oOo~

Adam kept an eye out at the front of the courthouse as they made their way back to the entrance foyer. Looking out for Doctor Shultz and wondering if Katherine had been released into the doctor's custody for the duration of the hearing. It would at least alleviate Alexandra's anxiousness and allow the judge to see her improved condition.

Adam looked at his pocket watch. It was one thirty and there was no sign of either Doctor Shultz, Katherine or Drew Kennedy for that matter. Adam was feeling apprehensive. He could not afford for the hearing to be deferred. His anxiousness was short lived when he spotted Drew bounding up the front steps and coming towards them, his brief case clutched firmly in his hands.

"Adam, we're in court five just down the hall," he said.

"We know, Mr Kennedy we been there already, we got our bearings, jist in case we got lost," said Alexandra.

"That was a good idea. Come with me, I need to fill out some forms for the judge before we go in." Adam and Alexandra followed Drew down the hallway towards three different court rooms. In the middle of one was a secretary's desk. Here Drew stopped and handed over his summary and witness lists.

"Mr Cartwright is here to sign in," he added as he handed over the last of his files.

The young man handed Adam a form to sign.

"Is Doctor Shultz here?" asked Adam.

"I'm not sure." Drew turned to the clerk, "Has Doctor Nickolas Shultz signed in?" he asked the clerk.

The clerk checked his list…

"It's for the custody hearing in court five at two," added Drew.

The clerk returned to the list and flipped the page. "Yes sir; He's probably around the next corner sir, outside your court room."

Drew, Adam and Alexandra wandered around the next corner to find Doctor Shultz coming out of a small waiting room. Adam held his breath, wondering if Katherine was in there and being settled.

Doctor Shultz recognised Adams unspoken question and out his hand out. "Mr Cartwright, I'm sorry…"

"Doctor Shultz," interrupted Adam, if there was bad news he didn't want it announced in front of Alexandra. Adam turned to Alex and pointed to the bench seat outside the courtroom. "Alexandra, I want you to go over and sit on that bench there."

"Why dad?"

"Because I asked you too; remember our bargain, Alexandra."

Alexandra looked at all three men with suspicion. In return they smiled at her. "Okay, dad, sorry dad."

"That's okay, sit quietly there for a moment. We won't be going anywhere."

As soon as Alexandra had done what she was asked, Adam turned to Doctor Schultz. "Sorry doctor, go on. I haven't told Alexandra about the possibility of Katherine being here."

"Unfortunately she isn't. So perhaps that was a wise move. Katherine was very agitated this morning. I don't understand it; she was fine last night after your visits. Records showed that her medication was administered at nine this morning. But when I arrived just over an hour ago, she was agitated and unwell. I gave her something to calm her, however the warden wouldn't allow her released for this afternoons hearing."

Adam worried his brow, "Is Katherine …"

"Mr Cartwright her physical condition is unchanged from yesterday. I suspect her medication may not have been given, but I don't understand the false record. However I can't prove that, nor did I chance the opportunity to investigate. It would have caused some resentment; I need to pick my battles, Adam. I have a few issues with Saint Beatrice and when this is all over and Katherine has been transferred to Saint Mary's, I will be asking questions about the institutions practices."

Adam nodded and looked to Drew for the next steps. "What we need to get done is the custody arrangements, this is what this hearing is about, so let's get that first. As custodian, Adam can arrange the medical care as he sees fit. Having Doctor Shultz testimony will help with that application of transfer," explained Drew.

Alexandra sat quietly on the bench seat, straining her ears to hear what her father and the other two men were saying, however she could not make any sense of their conversation. She heard the words Katherine and custody, and that was about it. She wished she had super hearing just like the many adults in her life, including her father, who threw glances her way every now and again. Or like her uncle Joe who had taught himself some sign language and had the ability to read lips; he learned when he tried helping a young deaf mountain girl communicate with her family. Alexandra didn't have those skills, still it didn't stop her from trying to listen. She concentrated so hard on the men's lips as they talked that she didn't hear or see the clerk come out from the door next to her.

"Cartwright versus the State of California; would the parties involved please attend court five." He announced.

Alexandra squealed and jumped up from her seat. "Jeepers mister, yer scared the life outta me."

The clerk looked down distastefully at the child, before lifting his head to face the rich baritone voice of Adam. "I'm Mr Cartwright."

"Good sir, if your party would make your way in sir, the judge will be there shortly." Adam gripped Alexandra's hand and pulled her in front of him and passed the clerk. Alexandra took the opportunity to scowl back at the man as she passed. Behind them Doctor Shultz and Drew Kennedy tried not to laugh at the gumption of the small child. When Adam caught a glimpse of her tongue about to appear at the man, he lightly squeezed her arm.

"Alexandra behave!"

Once inside Adam placed Alexandra in a seat just behind a small wooden balustrade. Doctor Shultz slid in beside her, while Adam and Drew Kennedy made their way through a small gate to a long wide desk in front of Alexandra. Adam stood beside Drew as he pulled out several files and papers from his brief case. He arranged the files in some order and then drew a deep breath, obviously satisfied with all his preparations. Before sitting down Drew offered Adam the seat beside him.

Alexandra looked around at the small yet ominous looking room. It wasn't much bigger than her classroom back home, and she surmised that it might have been the chorus dressing room of its past occupants. Now, a tall large desk of the judge's bench took up nearly half of the space in front of the gallery and looked quite threatening. Beside that there was another big box and a chair placed inside. Alexandra guessed that was where any witness would be heard from. She hoped she would get a chance to speak from there, though she wondered if she would be able to see over its ledge.

All heads turned as they heard more footsteps come from behind them. Doctor Shultz nodded to two men who took the bench seat opposite them across the aisle.

"Who are they?" whispered Alexandra.

"That's the warden at St Beatrice's where you momma is and that the doctor that was looking after her before your daddy contacted me."

"Ohhh are they on our side?" asked Alexandra.

"I'm not sure," he said, "I hope so."

Suddenly a door right of the judge's bench opened and a tall skinny man emerged and stood to attention. Both Adam and Drew stood, as did Doctor Shultz, so Alexandra followed suit.

"All rise; Judge R.H Perkins, presiding," the tall man announced.

A large portly and balding man appeared behind him, all dressed in a black robe. Alexandra craned her head to see around her father's figure to see the man climb a small set of rostrum steps and suddenly appear above them and take a seat in a tall backed chair. Alexandra thought the judges entrance effective, though she imagined a much more impressive fanfare could have been achieved with the use of a trap door and pulley, just like Ivan the magnificent used in his magic tricks at the Star and Garter, though he might look more like a jack in the box then. Alexandra suddenly giggled at her imaginative vision.

The judge peered over his spectacles. Adam blushed before turning around, and frowned at his mischievous little girl. Alexandra quickly pressed her lips shut tight and drew back with her hands firmly in her lap, sitting up like the best behaved school student she could be.

Adam smiled reassuringly at Alexandra as he turned back and faced the judge.

"Have a seat gentlemen," said Judge Perkins. "Mr Kennedy, you are representing Mr Cartwright?"

"Yes, Your Honour."

"You are aware, sir that I do not allow minors in my court room unless they are a witness in the case and if they are a witness they should be waiting outside; ready to be called."

"Yes Your Honour, however this is a custody hearing not a criminal case and as such Your Honour the rules allow for interested persons and persons giving professional statements to be present."

"I am aware of the new protocols, Mr Kennedy however, I don't necessarily support them and as such I have the right to run my court room the way I see fit using the powers of my discretion."

"I beg Your Honours pardon. May I then make a formal request for Miss Alexandra Cartwright and Doctor Nikolas Shultz to remain in the courtroom sir? Doctor Shultz will giving a statement regarding the health of Katherine De Foe."

"Hmmm… very well. Granted, however any outburst from them and they will be asked to leave."

"Thank you, Your Honour."

"You are Mr Cartwright then?" asked the judge indicating Adam.

Adam nodded. "Yes your Honour."

"Very well. Bailiff hand Mr Cartwright the bible and swear him in."

The bailiff walked over to Adam and handed him the bible. Adam stood up and took it in his right hand and placed the palm of his left flat on the book. The bailiff then recited the oath. Adam repeated the oath word for word without fault.

"Good job, dad," whispered Alexandra.

Doctor Shultz tapped her on the leg and put his finger on his lips. Alexandra's eyes went wide and she nodded before pressing her lips tightly together once again.

"You may sit again, Mr Cartwright. Now," said the judge reading a paper he pulled from the file on his desk. "The application for custody seems all in order, however there has been a second application made by a Mr. and Mrs. Pater Ardelle. Mr. Ardelle claims is Miss De Foe is his biological child. Did you know of this second application, Mr Kennedy?"

"No your honour, however Miss De Foe has been estranged from her father for most of her twenty five years."

"Yes, but it says here that Mr Ardelle made financial contributions for her upbringing and now requests custody of his daughter and granddaughter."

"What?" exclaimed Adam. He stood up and leant on the desk in front of him; his knuckles pressing firmly on the polished surface. "He can't have Alexandra I…"

Alexandra jumped up from her seat and leant over the railing towards her father. "Dad, who can't have me?" When she could see around her father she stood on the pew and looked at the judge, panic rising in her voice. "Mr Judge my daddy already has me and now he wants ta take care of my mommy properly… you gotta…"

"Order!" The judge slammed down his pummel. "Mr Cartwright, little girl… please sit down."

Adam calmed Alexandra and sat her down quietly behind him. "Its okay sweetheart, nothing's bad is going to happen." He glanced a look at the warden who sat opposite them and then turned back to the judge.

Drew Kennedy put a hand on Adams shoulder and then stood up. "If I may Your Honour. Firstly our application is for legal custody of Katherine De Foe so that Miss De Foe, can be released from Saint Beatrice and the State's care. Mr Cartwright has, and will continue to be financially responsible for Miss De Foe and makes application so that her medical needs can be seen to as soon as possible. Miss De Foe has been financially independent of her father since her sixteenth birthday. Miss Alexandra Cartwright, Miss De Foe's daughter is in the custody of her biological father. Mr Cartwright has claimed her as his child and Mr and Mrs Ardelle have no claim to her. Mr Cartwright was legally named as next of kin to Alexandra Cartwright and Miss De Foe along with Miss De Foe's half-sister Molly De Foe. Both Katherine and Molly De Foe never took their father's name. I would suggest that Mr and Mrs Ardelle's application be dismissed on those points of law alone. Further to that Mr Cartwright has power of attorney for Miss De Foe's financials as well as the trust fund for his daughter, as left by her grandmother. Finally, Your Honour, the Ardelle's are not here to present their application nor do they have a representative here. Their application has been obviously made in haste. While Mr Cartwright does not have issue with their interest, we have not had a chance to prepare any protests against claims they make. Their application has not been filled correctly and therefore should be dismissed and my client's application allowed to proceed."

The judge nodded at Drew Kennedy's request. Judge Perkins was a stickler for sticking to procedures and protocols and indeed the Ardelle's application was a last minute attachment. However due to the back log of cases and the recent unrest in the south, Judge Perkins wanted to make sure any dismissal of their application was done within the correct legal boundaries. "Very well Mr Kennedy, I will dismiss their application. Should the Ardelles wish to re-apply they can do so after the decision of this court."

Drew heaved a sigh of relief.

Alexandra leant forward, "That's good yes?" She whispered.

"Shhhushh…" said the judge looking directly at the child so Alexandra quickly sat back down. "Mr Kennedy continue with your summary please."

"Thank you Your Honour. My client is making application of custody for Katherine De Foe, twenty five years of age; previously living in Elk Utah with her sister and daughter Alexandra Cartwright.

"Yes, you said that. How is it that Mr Cartwright is also named as next of kin to Miss De Foe when until two years ago he had not contributed to Miss De Foe's financial situation?

"Miss De Foe and Adam Cartwright were married by proxy over ten years ago. Adam Cartwright is named as the father of Alexandra Willameena De Foe Cartwright."

"Mr Cartwright were you aware of this proxy marriage and the existence of your daughter at the time of her birth?"

"No Your Honour. However, if I had, I would have taken responsibility for both Katherine and Alexandra."

"Your Honour," intercepted Drew Kennedy. "While the statute of limitation on proxy marriage, now annuls this marriage; as it is well after the seven years. Miss De Foe must have had full intentions of Mr Cartwright being part of his daughter's life. We have several letters and journal entries in our possession regarding Miss De Foe's intentions. However the letters were never sent. This may have been due to her developing mental struggle based on a severe trauma at the age of sixteen. The point, Your Honour, is that Miss De Foe made Adam Cartwright a legal guardian to Alexandra and named him next of Kin to both of them over ten years ago."

"Mr Cartwright so you accept that the proxy marriage was made in good faith?" Asked the judge.

"Yes, Your honour."

"You do understand that since it has been well over seven years, and never consummated, the marriage is no longer considered legal. It would have been easier if it had. You would have had custody of Katherine automatically. Did you consider marrying Miss De Foe once you found out about the child and her unfortunate predicament; again that would have saved you this very application here today."

"Yes Your Honour I understand that. However, after making such an enquiry I found that was not an option. At the time Katherine was not a free woman and I needed to make an application through the state's penal system. Secondly Katherine was not of sound mind at the time and I was advised that such an application would be denied."

"You sought out this option?" the judge asked.

"Yes, Your Honour; On one my first trips to visit Katherine at St Beatrice's."

"Ya did dad? You was gonna marry momma, so ya could look after her and us, and I wouldn't been a bastard anymore? "asked Alexandra, surprised and elated at the same time.

Judge Perkins wanted to scold Alexandra for interrupting again, and especially using that word in his courtroom, though truth be known he had heard worse, again one of the reasons he was prone to not allowing Ladies and children in his courtroom. Out of the mouths of babes…he thought. "Little girl. You are not to use a …that word. Your father has claimed your birth certificate and legally sanctioned your birthright. That makes you his."

"Really Your honour… so I never was a bas…"

"Ahhh uhhh," cautioned the judge. "You will not use such words in my court again."

"I apologise to the court you honour. Permission to give my daddy a big kiss and a hug."

The judge shook his head and tried to hide a smile. "Fine go ahead."

Adam smiled when Alexandra threw herself at him. "Thanks daddy."

"You're welcome baby," Adam smiled, then tapped Alexandra on the nose. "Now no more interruptions."

Alexandra nodded once again and sat down clasping her hands firmly in her lap, trying to look every bit like an angel.

"Very well, I'm satisfied that Mr Cartwright has done everything in his power to protect Katherine De Foe. Your attempt to legitimise your union is impressive, Mr Cartwright even though it was not necessary for you to do so. My next concern is the financial situation. Miss De Foe has quite a trust fund I believe. How and who is managing that?" asked the judge.

"Miss De Foe's trust fund is administered by Mr Cartwright and Miss Molly De Foe. Two signatories are needed. However, since Miss De Foe's imprisonment, Miss De Foe's trust fund has not been used. Mr Cartwright has personally seen to Miss De Foe financial needs and…"

"Miss De Foe's care has been the responsibility of the state Mr Kennedy." interrupted the judge.

"Yes, Your Honour, however Mr Cartwright had subsidized extra medical treatment for Miss De Foe through St Beatrice. And since her conviction has been overturned and while she is still a ward of the state Mt Cartwright has continued to provide financial assistance for the medical care of Miss De Foe. Mr Cartwright is wealthy in his own right and heir to a large family operation. Money will not be an issue and Miss De Foe's trust fund will remain untouched, until her death."

Alexandra gasped.

Drew Kennedy squeezed his eyes shut, but this was just another reality of the situation and the journey of this family. "We are waiting on the success of this application to present Miss De Foe's official pardon of her crimes and release from the states care, then we can have her transferred to Saint Mary's where Doctor Shultz and Monsignor Toomey can further treat her heart condition."

"You believe she will get better treatment there Mr. Kennedy?"

"Yes Your Honour not that St Beatrice's has not done their best. However, Saint Mary's is a new facility, a teaching hospital and one that may be able to offer some new treatment. Monsignor Toomey is a heart specialist."

"Right, sounds reasonable. Doctor Shultz has already been working with the young woman I see."

"Yes Your Honour, Doctor Shultz has submitted his latest report."

"Doctor Shultz," called the judge, "If you would like to add anything to your report sir, please step forward and take the oath."

The doctor stepped forward and moved to stand in front of a chair next to the judge's bench, before taking the oath. Alexandra shifted along the bench seat closer to the isle where she could see the doctor clearly.

"Thank you doctor. Do you support the application of custody by Mr Cartwright and your patient Katherine DeFoe?"

"Yes, Your Honour."

"State your reasons, sir."

"Thank you, Your Honour. Since being retained by Mr. Cartwright over twelve months ago. I have seen a marked improvement both to her mental and physical state. Prior to that time, Miss De Foe's progress had been minimal. Ridding her bloodstream of the lead, was a slow process. Miss DeFoe also developed a high dependency on opiates. Her condition, at the moment, is stable and her memory is slowly returning though I doubt it will fully return. Long term memories are good, but short term memories are often lost. Fortunately her mental state is non aggressive and in my opinion Miss DeFoe is not a danger to herself or any person. As a result of the lead poisoning Miss DeFoe's heart muscles have been permanently damaged. This is her priority medical need; one I believe will handled better at St Mary's. This is in no means a reflection of the care and expertise of my colleague Doctor Murphy, but due to Miss DeFoe's original diagnosis and conviction of a murder, we now know she didn't commit, medical treatment was carried out per the recommendations of the physicians attached to the penal system. It is my professional opinion that my patient Miss DeFoe will benefit both physically and emotionally if Mr Cartwright is granted custody here today. That's all your honour."

"Thank you doctor. You may step down."

"Doctor Murphy would you step up here, sir," ordered the judge.

The doctor stepped up and took Doctor Shultz's place, and was sworn in. Doctor Shultz returned to the gallery and sat behind Alexandra where he too could get a better view from the down the aisle.

"Doctor Murphy, do you agree with Doctor Shultz's statement?" asked the judge.

"In the most part your honour, however Miss DeFoe still has bouts of disorientation and has been prone to wander. Doctor Shultz and I have disagreed on a few occasions regarding her dosage of laudanum. Only this morning I had to administer an increased dose. She was anxious and tried to leave the ward. She got quiet determined and the nurses struggled to return her to her bed."

Doctor Shultz stood up. "She was trying to come here, Your Honour. Miss DeFoe knew the hearing was on today."

"Yeah, she must have been trying to see me," added Alexandra, "Momma misses me jist as much as I miss her; I jist know it, Your Honour."

"That may be so, Doctor Shultz," countered Doctor Murphy, "but the woman was unnerved and over anxious."

"Her heart medication wasn't given this morning." stated Doctor Shultz, had that been administered she…"

"Ahhh," stuttered Doctor Murphy, sure he had told the nurses to record the dosage. "The nurses… well, we didn't. The nurses had already administered the laudanum. I was concerned that giving her additional medication could make her condition unstable."

Doctor Shultz became angry, knowing he had caught the Doctor out. "What? That's preposterous; you have seen the results, Doctor Murphy. Miss DeFoe was steadily improving."

"Ya yer supposed ta be helping my momma," shouted Alexandra.

"Shhhhushh, Alex," warned Adam. Drew Kennedy looked at Adam and frowned he too had picked up the inconsistency of Doctor Murphy's statement. He was about to ask a question when the judge interrupted.

"Order!" shouted the judge. "Doctors please; some decorum. While this is a hearing, and generally a lot more informal than a court case… nobody is on trial, I will ask that we stay on track and be civil. Obviously there is a difference of professional opinion. My real question is; Is Miss Defoe healthy enough to be transferred to Saint Mary's immediately?"

Doctor Shultz sat down, while both the warden and Drew Kennedy stood up at the same time, but before Drew Kennedy could speak up the Warden spoke.

"Perhaps I can best answer that," he said.

"And you are?" asked the judge.

"Warden Nichols, Your Honour. And, head administrator of St Beatrice."

"Very well, please pledge the oath and step up here. And while Mr Nichols is doing that, I will remind all of you in this court that you are still all under oath and you will not interrupt these proceedings again. The next person who does, will be escorted from my court room," said the judge, giving a very stern glare to each of the faces in front of him and those sitting in the galley behind, which now included Doctor Murphy who had sat down and shrunk under the disapproving gaze of Doctor Shultz.

"Your Honour," started Warden Nichols. "Miss DeFoe has indeed improved since her confinement over two years ago. She has been a model patient, however she is prone to bouts of despair and becomes so distraught that we have seen the need to medicate her. This is common practice amongst the mentally unstable and a must for many of the criminally insane that we at St Beatrice are responsible for as contracted by the state. We have been more than accommodating to Mr Cartwrights wishes, allowing Doctor Shultz to privately attend to the patient even while Miss DeFoe was still considered a dangerous and unstable criminal."

"She ain't a criminal," yelled Alexandra. "She never hurt nobody."

"Alexandra, enough," scolded Adam.

"But dad…"

Adam bent over the railing and grabbed Alex, pulling her to him, he held her firmly in one hand, "No buts dad," he said. "I know this is hard for you, but you are not to interrupt again. So sit quietly." Adam then swatted her backside before sending her back to the end of the bench. He returned back to face the judge. Both the judge and the warden smirked. "I'm sorry Your Honour but my daughter is anxious to see her mother," he said, not pleased with Alexandra, but really not at all happy with the smirk on the warden's face either. This man was obviously trying to delay the hearing, and he didn't know why. The one thing he was certain of was; that if Alexandra continued to have these outbursts it would only go against them. The judge seemed frustrated by the proceedings and conflicting statements as it was.

"As I was saying," continued the Warden. "We initially believed Miss DeFoe to be an unstable criminal. Yes, we now know better. The proof is in and a copy of the pardon from the governor has been cited. Her release from state care and our obligation to do so is ready to be arranged. However I believe Miss DeFoe is not quite well enough and ask the court to grant Mr Cartwright custody, but wait until she is stable. I am certain that within the next forty eight hours both Doctor Murphy and Doctor Shultz can decide whether that has occurred."

"Very well, Warden you may sit down," said the judge. "Is there any objection for…"

"Yes I object," yelled Alexandra as she stood up in the aisle, this time too far away for her father to grab her.

The warden was coming back towards his seat and stopped when Alexandra blocked his path. He looked down at her. "You can't object, do you even know what you are objecting to little girl," he snickered.

"I do too know what I'm objectin too… YOU!" She shouted and pointed at the man. "You got a bad head, like a mean bad horse, I kin tell. That's an ano… ano… Yer A Meany trying ta keep my momma locked up." With that Alexandra kicked the man in the shin.

"Oh no," groaned Adam, though it was barely heard over the bellows of the Warden.

Doctor Shultz grabbed Alexandra and pulled her back behind him then leant down to speak to the groaning warden. "I don't know what you are up to Warden Nichols, but there is something not right about this. There's something going on at that hospital of yours and I intend to find out."

Warden Nichols didn't appreciate the inference, nor the threat, let alone getting physically attacked by the child. He wasn't going to stand for it. He turned and regained his composure, "Your Honour, Miss DeFoe may not be a threat to anybody, but this little display makes me question the safety of the women if we to return her to this family… there is obviously a predisposition to violence."

"Ohh, don't be ridiculous," shouted Adam "Alexandra Cartwright you make one more move and you will not sit down for a week, now sit on that bench."

"See what I mean Your Honour," sneered the Warden.

"Hey mean man" said Alexandra in a loud voice, "What yer saying about my daddy, you over grown… "

"Alexandra…" growled Adam.

"Well dad, he's trying ta say bad things about us. Your Honour My daddy really wouldn't hurt me so much like that. He's just making a point, he does that sometimes, he exaggerates a lot and uses anal -yogies and symnagogs to get his message across, he's real smart. I know he wouldn't do nothing ta hurt me, like when he says he's gonna whale the living tar outta me, he knows I ain't got any tar in me it's just one of them smilie sayin's like when someone says as useless as tits on a bull or as ugly as a busted ars…"

"Alexandra!" Called Adam.

"You Honour," stated Mr Kennedy, "The child has not seen her mother for over two years. She is anxious and concerned."

"I realize that, Mr. Kennedy, however I am tired of the interruptions and the drama. I don't appreciate them in my courtroom."

"Thank you, Your Honour," said Warden Nichols with a triumphant smirk plastered on his face.

"Don't thank me, Warden, I appreciate less coming from adults. Bailiff! Remove both Warden Nichols and Miss Alexandra Cartwright to the hall way. You two will remain outside until the completion of the hearing."

"Your Honour, I need to return to St Beatrice's for an important board meeting. I have nothing more to add to these proceedings and would like to be excused."

"Very well, Warden Nichols. You may leave. Bailiff escort young Miss Cartwright to the bench just outside the door please."

Warden Nichols left the court. Doctor Shultz stood up and soundlessly followed him out, unbeknown to anybody else in the courtroom. They were all too busy listening to Alexandra's pleas.

"Do I hafta go Ya Honour, I promise I'll be quiet now that the mean man's gone, sides my dad, will whoop me good iffin I interrupt yer again. I promise I'll be as quiet as a church mouse; as quieter than a nun, as quiet as a momma kissing her baby goodnight. Thems more of those anal things. I mean…meta somethin's or smilie's guess they're smilies cause they make me smile. Anyways they are smart saying's Your Honour. I couldn't get much quieter than them Your Honour."

The simile about a mothers kiss nearly had the judge change his mind. But they were going to get nowhere if he let this child continually interrupt. He had several cases added to his load over the next week and needed to clear the list. "I'm sorry young lady but you were warned. Bailiff please."

Alexandra looked at her father, as tears started to well up in her eyes. "You'll be fine Alex just sit quietly at the door. We are nearly finished," smiled Adam, trying to reassure her.

Alexandra was not happy about any of this. The hearing should have been over ages ago as far as she was concerned. She did not feel all that confident that things would work out the way she wanted.

Alexandra didn't struggle as the bailiff led her outside and asked her gently to sit down on the bench just outside the door. The court officer felt sorry for the little girl having understood and sympathised with her pleas to judge. "Here little one," he said, "sit here quietly and I'm sure it will be all over soon.

"Thank you," said Alexandra." I didn't mean to make the judge angry. I hope my daddy isn't in trouble?"

"Oh I think he will be fine. The judge is not used to little children. Children should be seen and not heard is the general rule of thumb and one he stands by."

Alexandra nodded, she'd heard that statement before many times from her grandfather and even many of the patrons at the theatre. Seems that grownups always thought that. But, didn't they know how hard it was to be seen and not heard, maybe not Indians who could not be seen or heard sneaking up on a sleeping cowpoke, but very hard for little kids.

The bailiff closed the door but not completely. The latch hadn't engaged and the door sprang open leaving a slither of space between her and the courtroom. Quietly and slowly, Alexandra bent down and tried listening at the door. It seemed that Drew Kennedy was still defending Alexandra's outburst and emphasising the need for both mother and child to be together, especially considering that Miss DeFoe's prognosis was not a good one. Alexandra was not sure what that exactly meant, but it sounded smart.

Alexandra noticed there was no key hole, which was rather annoying for she couldn't see a thing from the small gap and the sound of the voices were slightly muffled by the big door in front of her. She couldn't hear the judge at all. She carefully and very slowly opened the door a little more, just enough to create a long thicker crack that allowed her to not only to hear more but she could also see the judge this time. But of course, and Alexandra should have remembered this from her early days in the theatre, if you could see the audience from the sight lines they could see you; she could see the judge and the judge could see her.

Judge Perkins looked up to listen intently to the lawyer's summary and spotted the small peering eyes coming from the back of the door. Mr Kennedy had made good arguments regarding Mr Cartwright application for custody. The judge however just wanted to be sure that every body's motives weren't driven by Miss De Foe's trust fund, and that included St Beatrice's' Warden. He suspected that the extra money Mr Cartwright gave to the hospital would be missed, and wondered if that was the man's reasoning for the extra days stay. Though forty eight hours was hardly enough time to collect any great amount of money from the man. However, it was hard to concentrate with those peering large green eyes glaring at him.

"Bailiff," he bellowed, "Close that door. Little girl…"

Alexandra didn't wait for him to finish, she quickly slammed the door and sat down. The bailiff had been standing to the right of the door and out of Alexandra's sight lines. He moved and grabbed the handle making sure this time the door was tightly closed and the latch firmly clipped in.

Annoyed and very nervous, Alex sat outside the courtroom where she had been relegated by the grouchy judge. While it was enough to keep her quiet, her body took over and unaware, the child started swinging her legs backwards and forwards.

Clunk… Kick kick … Clunk kick kick... Clunk kick kick, Clunk, now echoed through the halls of the courthouse and eventually through the opening of a narrow window above the door jam. Once again the judge looked up and motioned for the bailiff to attend to the distracting sound. The bailiff opened the door sharply.

Alexandra squealed at the sudden intrusion; her subconscious chanting legs coming to an abrupt halt at the same time.

"Shhhhshhhh," ordered the bailiff. "Your legs, stop swinging them."

"Huh, oh…" she said looking down at her legs. "Sorry guess I'm real worried. What's going on, now?" she asked.

"The judge is trying to listen to your daddy's lawyer; he can't hear him with all that noise. You want to help don't you?"

"Sure I do, though I reckon we could do with another judge. He's takin a lot of time in there. My friend Jeffery's grandpa is a judge. Judge Carey I think his name is. Maybe we could get him ta help your judge in there."

"Really Judge Carey; I know Judge Carey," he announced.

"True?" Asked Alexandra hopeful.

"Sure I do; everyone does, but he isn't here. He hasn't been seen for days. Got this court house extra busy because of all the cases and hearing he is supposed to hear. So you'll just have to put up with Judge Perkins," said the bailiff.

Alexandra didn't think much of that bit of bad news, other than perhaps Jeffery's grandfather finally got to visit them. So she just sighed and rested her head on the arm of the bench seat.

"Bailiff," yelled the judge. "Close the door. What is taking you so long?"

"I'm sorry Your Honour." The bailiff smiled at Alexandra and closed the door and turned back to the hearing.

Alexandra tried to sit there quietly; really she did. Her legs twitched, so she clasped her hands tightly over her knees in case they started swinging again. Please God she asked make this judge hurry up. My momma needs to be with us. She prayed and tilted her head to the ceiling.

As if answered, Alexandra smiled when she saw the slightly open window above the door. However it was very high. Alexandra decided that perhaps if she stood on the bench arm, she could reach it and hear and see in. She climbed onto the bench and then holding the back of the seat for balance, she stepped onto the arm of the bench. This allowed her to reach the bottom of the windows ledge, but not see into the room. She looked down at her feet, just another couple of inches would help; she was sure if it. So she carefully shuffled her feet along the arm and with one foot at a time she stood on the back of the bench. She still had her left arm securely clasped to the windowsill, it would have been enough to have her peer into the room, however the sharp angle of her arm meant she had to lean and stretch as far as she could. She smiled when she finally got a glimpse. The judge was tapping at documents and then called Mr. Kennedy over. Mr Kennedy frowned and turned back to Adam. Alexandra could see the dismay on his face. She stretched over further so that she could see that bit more when suddenly she slipped.

"Damn," she whispered. She looked back over her shoulder as she tried to reach the bench seat with her right leg. It was no good; it was just that bit too far from her strained pointed toes. Ready to just drop to the floor, she turned back to noises coming from the small hallway. There a group of men were walking and talking, all trying at once to talk to a very tall man wearing long a frock coat, string tie and top hat. He looked like a friendly type of man; wise and a little distinguished with a small neatly trimmed beard. Alexandra couldn't tell what they were talking about but the man suddenly stopped, turned sideways and put up his hand.

"Gentlemen please, let's take this onto the conference room."

Alexandra saw an opportunity that was not to be missed. "Hey mister," she called between her stretched arms. "Could you give me a hoist up?"

The tall man gasped in surprise when he turned and saw a small child dangling from the door frame and made quick long strides ready to catch her. He grabbed Alexandra around her waist and was ready to lower her to the floor.

Alexandra felt the downward tug. "No mister hoist me up. I gotta know what's going on in there. That dang judge done thrown me out for bein a nuisance. I only want ta know when my momma can come home."

The tall man smiled… "Oh hmm, very well, perhaps you should sit on my shoulder. I'm sure you could see more clearly and it would be a lot safer. So up you go." The tall man lifted Alexandra up over his shoulders and placed the child firmly on them.

"Hey you're right mister," she whispered," I got a real good view now. You want me ta take yer hat off?"

"Is it in the way?" he asked.

"No sir," said Alexandra. "It makes a real good shelf ta lean on", she said tapping the top. "Ceptin I don't have a good experience with hats. My grandpas got a real nice Opre hat just like this one, but I done broke it when I done a magic trick with it. Jasper my pet chicken didn't like being in there... Knowed I shoulda stuck with the rabbit, he ain't got no beak, plus he don't get so worked up as Jasper, and when he does he jist poops. Anyway, now Jasper has a nice nest."

The tall man started to chuckle. "Okay then maybe it's safer up there on my head."

Another man who had been with the tall him rushed to the tall man's side. "Mr…"

"Mr Hay please do not interrupt us," he smiled at the younger man. "This seems to be very important, and a job I am more than capable of doing without your advice. Now little girl…"

"Alexandra..."

"Hmm, Alexandra so tell me what's going on in that courtroom?" he asked.

"The judge is just bein nit-picky…"

"Ohh… well, it's his job really just to make sure everybody's doing their best and being honest."

"Maybe yer right." Alexandra peered clearly over the windowsill and listened…

"There is nothing I can do about this Mrs Kennedy. You have your Order. I have awarded Custody of Miss Defoe to Mr Adam Cartwright, this day. You may have Miss DeFoe transferred as soon as the pardon papers have been properly signed by the Governor."

"But Your Honour they are signed, and have been submitted to St Beatrice's and the Supreme Court. Miss DeFoe is no longer considered a criminal, just a ward of the state, which your order rescinds. The signatures are all in order… "

"However the dates are incorrect, Mr Kennedy. You should have inspected the witness, signatures and dates to make they coincided with the Governors dates. I realise it is a technicality and one you should be able to remedy as soon as the governor can initial them, or a government official re issue them."

Both Drew Kennedy and Adam looked annoyed and dejected. Adam dragged his hands down his face trying to contain his concern and disappointment. Drew looked at Adam, feeling guilty that he had missed such a small but pivotal legality. "Your Honour the governor is in important meetings over the next three days," stated Drew Kennedy.

"Well three days it's going to have to be. Until this documents is signed by a government representative, Miss de Foe cannot be transferred from St Beatrice's…"

"Oh Nooo…" yelled Alexandra, from her perch above the door. "They ain't gonna let my momma be free!"

Everybody turned to look at the distressed child; a small face peering at them through a small window above the courtroom door.

The judge stood his face red with anger and annoyance. "Little girl, what in the world are you doing? Get down from there this instance and come in here. Bailiff!"

The bailiff immediately opened the door and gasped when a tall man stood there with the little girl on his shoulders.

"Mr President," announced the Judge with awe.

"Huh?" queried Alexandra, and she looked down and over the top hat of the man carrying her.

Suddenly the entire courtroom stood and watched Abraham Lincoln dip and bend at the waist as he cleared the door way, all the while holding one Miss Alexandra Willameena Cartwright firmly by her dangling legs. He strolled confidently towards the judge carrying the child like an ancient princess to a throne. He smiled kindly at the bailiff and the doctor as he passed, then again at Adam and Drew Kennedy before stopping in front of the judge.

"Judge Perkins," he said. "I've heard of you sir. Without being in contempt or disrespectful to your courtroom sir, is there a point of law I can help with?"

"Well… ahhh, Mr President… I what… How…" the judge blustered, not even knowing where to start.

Drew Kennedy stepped forward. "If I may Your Honour," he said politely to the judge, then turned to the president, trying not to chuckle at the sight before him; Alexandra perched up there on top of the world, unperturbed and comfortable as could be.

"Mr President we have just been granted custody of Alexandra's mother and wish to have her transferred from St Beatrice's, a hospital for the criminally insane, to St Mary's. However, after checking all the paperwork and documents the judge has discovered a problem with the Governor's pardon and certification of the witness granting Miss DeFoe her overturned conviction and release. The Pardon needs to be re-issued."

"Ahh, I see." The president swung back around to face the judge. "Do you have the documents here? The governor is meeting with me later this afternoon, but perhaps I could authorize the pardon; if you have the original application and summary from the overturned verdict."

"Thank you Mr President I can have my bailiff go and get the correct forms," said the judge and immediately nodded to the man who rushed to do the judge's bidding.

"Good, Then Mr?" Asked The President as he turned back to Drew.

"Kennedy."

"Mr Kennedy. I trust you have the summaries of proofs and court order pertaining to the overturned verdict."

"Yes Sir; they are all here in my file."

"Very well then, it seems I can be of help." He smiled kindly at the faces that surrounded him.

"Hip hooray!" yelled Alexandra, and jumped nearly falling from the Presidents shoulders.

"Whoa there, small one," he laughed.

Adam stepped forward, "Please Mr President," he said lifting his hands up to take Alexandra from his shoulders.

"No please, she is fine Mr?"

"Cartwright…"

"Oh, Mr Cartwright and so this must be," he said looking up at the child, "Alexandra Cartwright."

"Sure I am," she smiled.

"I know a mutual friend of yours; Jarrod Barkley. He spoke to me of your case just a few weeks ago."

"Oh, so you are that President. Did yer get my letter?"

"Yes I got your letter, I remember reading it."

"How embarrassing," whispered Adam, though he had to smile; Jarrod had indeed been a gift. "I can't thank you enough, Mr President for taking the time to listen to our story. I know there are so many more important pressing issues that must need your attention."

"That there are, Mr Cartwright, but it is so nice to be able to get something done quickly that is right and keeps families together. There will come a time, I dread, that many families will be torn apart. I am here in San Francisco unbeknownst to anyone but my closest of advisors. Railways, silver and the overcrowding penal situation here are all very important. Unfortunately there have been some delays with the tenures and submissions. We have meetings over the next three days here with a judicial committee."

"If there's anything I can help you with Mr President, just ask."

"I ask all of you keep my presence here a secret that is all. Though if I could, Mr Cartwright, Mr Barkley tells me your family has several mining interests and your ranch also provides horses for the army. Perhaps I could get one of my administrators to meet with you? We are going to need an abundance of minerals and good horse flesh in the upcoming year."

"I'd be happy too," said Adam.

"Me too," yelled Alexandra.

"You too, can you break a horse?" Asked the president.

"Nope, but I can keep a secret."

The entire courtroom gallery laughed, including the judge. When the bailiff returned with the documents the president lowered Alexandra and sat down with Drew Kennedy and Adam to fill out the documents. This completed he handed them back to the judge to witness and check. Alexandra moved next to her father and looked up at them all; watching for a few more tense minutes, while the judge, the president, Adam and Drew Kennedy conferred at the bench. She saw the judge nod and smile as he tapped the documents on his desk and then hand them to Adam.

"They are all correct," said the Judge.

"So we can go and get my momma, no one's gonna say we can't, can they?" asked Alexandra, grasping the edge of the bench so she stand on her tippy toes to look the judge in the eye.

Judge Perkins bent forward. "Alexandra, you go and give your momma that hug and kiss. Having the President of the United States certify the pardon; one couldn't ask for a more binding or tighter legal document…"

"True? Tighter Than a fish's ar…"

"Alexandra!" gasped Adam and quickly put his hand over the child's mouth.

TBC

Chapter 18: Adam and Alexandra's Dante's inferno.

A.N. What can I say? This chapter has been like pulling teeth, (LOL) I just have not had the time to scratch myself. I hope it reads okay, if I had to write Your Honour one more time I think I would go nuts. I've taken literary licence with the president visiting San Francisco. I hope I don't offend anyone, it was all in good fun. Is was a long one, so enjoy, and review if you can, Lajoci and I worked hard on this.