RaeAnne Thayne – The Rancher's Christmas Song (страница 3)
“Yeah, but they’re your dogs. And you always tell us they’re not pets, they’re working dogs,” Trevor said.
“And you told us we probably can’t keep any of Sal’s puppies,” Colter added. “We want a puppy of our very own.”
Like they didn’t have enough going right now. He was not only running his horse and cattle ranch, the Broken Arrow, but also helping out Curt Baker at his place as much as possible. He had help from his brother and uncle, yeah—on the ranch and with the boys. He still missed his longtime housekeeper and nanny, Judy Miller, who was having double–knee replacement and would be out for six months.
Adding a little indoor puppy into the chaos of their life right now was completely unthinkable.
“I don’t think that’s going to happen,” he said firmly but gently.
“Maybe Santa Claus will bring us one,” Colter said, nudging his brother.
At seven, the boys were pretty close to understanding the truth about Santa Claus, though they had never come right out and told them. Every once in a while he thought they might know, but were just trying to hang on to the magic as long as possible. He was okay with that. Life would be full of enough disappointments.
He was saved from having to answer them by the sight of beautiful Ella Baker approaching the microphone.
“Hey! There’s Miss Baker,” Trevor said, loudly enough that she heard and looked in their direction.
Though families had been encouraged to attend the event and it was far from a formal concert, Beck was still embarrassed by the outburst.
“Shh,” he said to the boys. “This is a time to listen, not talk.”
“Like church?” Colter asked, with some measure of distrust.
“Sort of.” But more fun, he thought, though of course he couldn’t say to impressionable boys.
Trevor and Colter settled into their seats and Beck watched as Ella took the microphone. He figured he could watch her here without guilt, since everyone else’s eyes were on her, too.
“Welcome, everyone, to this fund-raiser for the music program at the elementary and middle schools. By your presence here, it’s clear you feel strongly about supporting the continued success of music education in our schools. As you know, programs like ours are constantly under the budget knife. Through your generous donations, we can continue the effort to teach music to the children of Pine Gulch. At this time, it’s my great pleasure to introduce our special guests, all the way from northern Montana. Please join me in welcoming J. D. Wyatt and his Warbling Wranglers.”
The introduction was met with a huge round of applause for the cowboy singers. Beck settled into his chair and prepared to savor the entertainment—and prayed it could keep his wild boys’ attention.
* * *
He shouldn’t have worried. An hour later, the band wrapped up with a crowd-pleasing, toe-tapping version of “Jingle Bell Rock” that had people getting up to dance in the aisle and in front of the small stage.
His twins had been utterly enthralled, from the first notes to the final chord.
“That was awesome!” Colter exclaimed.
“Yeah!” His twin glowed, as well. “Hey, Dad! Can we take fiddle lessons?”
Over the summer, they had wanted to learn to play the guitar. Now they wanted to learn the violin. Tomorrow, who knows, they might be asking for accordion lessons.
“I don’t know. We’ll have to see,” he said.
Before the twins could press him, Ella Baker returned to the mic stand.
“Thank you all again for your support. Please remember all proceeds from ticket sales for tonight’s performance, as well as our silent auction, will go toward funding music in the schools. Also, please don’t forget tomorrow will be the first rehearsal for the Christmas show and dinner put on by the children of our community for our beloved senior citizens at The Christmas Ranch in Cold Creek Canyon. This isn’t connected to the school and is completely voluntary. Any students ages four to sixteen are encouraged to join us.”
“Hey. That’s us!” Trevor said.
“Can we do it, Dad?” Colter asked, with the same pleading look on his face he wore when asking for a second scoop of ice cream. “We wanted to last year, remember? Only you said we couldn’t because we were going to visit our Grandma Martin.”
That had been a short-lived visit with Stephanie’s mother in Connecticut, who had thought she would enjoy taking the boys into the city over the holidays and showing off her grandsons to her friends. After three days, she had called him to pick up the boys ahead of schedule, sounding ages older than she had days earlier. She hadn’t called again this year.
“Can we?” Trevor persisted.
Beck didn’t know how to answer as items on his massive to-do list seemed to circle around him like buzzards on a carcass. He had so much to do this time of year and didn’t know how he could run the boys to and from the rehearsals at The Christmas Ranch, which was a good fifteen minutes away.
On the other hand, Ella Baker lived just next door. Maybe he could work something out with her to give the boys a ride.
Of course, that meant he would have to talk to her again, though. He did his best to avoid situations that put them into closer proximity, where he might be tempted to do something stupid.
Like ask her out.
“Please,” Colter begged.
This was a good cause, a chance to reinforce to them the importance of helping others. The holiday show had become a high point to many of the senior citizens in town, and they looked forward to it all year. If the twins wanted to do it, how could he possibly refuse?
“We’ll see,” he hedged, not quite ready to commit.
“You always say that,” Trevor said. “How come we never really see anything after you say we will?”
“Good question. Maybe someday, I’ll answer it. We’ll have to see.”
The boys laughed, as he hoped, and were distracted by their friend Thomas—he, of the tiny puppies—who came over to talk to them.
“Are you gonna do the Christmas show? My mom said I could, if I wanted.”
“We want to,” Trevor said, with another cajoling look at Beck.
“Maybe we can have a band,” Thomas said. “I’ll be J.D. and you can be the Warbling Wranglers.”
As they squabbled good-naturedly about which of them would make the better lead singer, Beck listened to them with a sense of resignation. If they really wanted to be in the Christmas program, he would have to figure out a way to make it happen—even if it meant talking to Ella Baker again.
The thought filled him with far more anticipation than he knew was good for him.
“What a fantastic event!” Faith Brannon squeezed Ella’s hand. “I haven’t enjoyed a concert so much in a long time.”
“Maybe that’s because you never go out,” Faith’s younger sister, Celeste, said with a laugh.
“Newlyweds. What are you going to do?” Hope, the third Nichols sister, winked at their group of friends.
Ella had to laugh, even as she was aware of a little pang. Faith had married her neighbor, Chase Brannon, about four months earlier, in a lovely wedding in the big reception hall of The Christmas Ranch.
It had been lovely and understated, since it was a second marriage for both, but there hadn’t been a dry eye in the hall. They seemed so in love and so deserving of happiness.
Ella had managed to smile all evening long. She considered that quite an accomplishment, considering once upon a time, she had completely made a fool of herself over the groom. When she first moved to Pine Gulch, she’d had a gigantic crush on Chase and had all but thrown herself at him, with no clue that he had adored Faith forever and had just been biding his time until she came to terms with her husband’s premature death.
Ella had almost gotten over her embarrassment about events of the previous Christmas. It might have been easier to avoid the happy couple altogether except the Nichols sisters—all married now and with different surnames but still “the Nichols sisters” to just about everyone in town—had become some of her dearest friends.
They were warm and kind and always went out of their way to include her in activities.
“You did a great job of organizing,” Hope said now. “I couldn’t believe all the people who showed up. I met a couple earlier who drove all the way up from Utah because they love J.D. and his Wranglers. I hope you raked in the dough.”
“Everyone has been generous,” she said. “We should have enough to purchase the new piano we need in the elementary school with plenty left over for sheet music at the middle school.”
She still didn’t think it was right that the art and music programs had to struggle so much to make ends meet in this rural school system. Judging by tonight, though, many members of the community seemed to agree with her that it should be a priority and had donated accordingly.
“It was a great community event. What a great turnout!”
“Just think.” Hope grinned. “We get to turn around and do this again in a few weeks at The Christmas Ranch.”
Faith made a face. “You wouldn’t believe how many people have brought up that Christmas program to me tonight, and I’m not even involved in the show!”
“You’re a Nichols, though, which makes you one of the co-queens of Christmas, like it or not,” Ella said.