Page 38 of A Christmas Miracle at the Ranch
There was a collective cheer as the barn lit up with golden warmth. Strings of lights glowed from the rafters, casting a soft shimmer across the snow-covered ground.
The enormous tent Ethan had rented stood tall beside the barn, a monumental canvas structure defying the elements, its interior already pulsing with the low thrum of soundchecks and the buzz of anticipation.
Warm air billowed from its open flaps, carrying the scent of hot chocolate and something delicious baking.
Inside the tent, Ethan strummed his guitar with that easy confidence he always carried, his voice already warming up. He caught my eye and winked. "Hope you're ready, Ella. This is gonna be big."
I nodded, though my throat was tight with emotion. All the stress, all the sleepless nights, all the doubts—they hadn't disappeared, but they'd been eclipsed by this moment. This miracle of a community coming together.
I ducked outside to catch my breath, stepping into the biting cold again. The ranch looked alive—more alive than I’d ever seen it.
Lanterns glowed along walkways. Children ran between booths, their laughter bright and clear. Jerry and Clint barked orders with cocoa in hand, both grinning ear to ear, clearly basking in the success of their collective efforts.
And then I saw her.
Mrs. Dobbins, the woman who'd told me the ranch was better off sold, whose words had once stung me. She was handing out homemade jam at a festival booth, chatting animatedly with Sarah like they were old friends, a genuine smile on her face.
I blinked back tears, a new kind of warmth spreading through me. Maybe even skeptics could change. Maybe everyone had a place here.
But the high of it all started to slip. I ducked behind the barn, just for a moment, needing space to breathe. My chest was tight again, doubt whispering louder than joy.
What if the weather got worse? What if the generator failed again? What if all of this still wasn’t enough to save the ranch, to make a real home here?
I rubbed my arms, trying to will the irrational fear away, but the cold still seeped into my bones.
Footsteps crunched in the snow behind me. Max appeared, concern etched across his face, his eyes searching mine.
"Hey," he said gently, his voice a warm counterpoint to the chilling wind. "You disappearing on me?"
I gave a shaky laugh. "Just needed air. Or a time machine. Or maybe both."
He stepped closer, his presence a comforting warmth. "Ella, look around. This? This is happening because of you. People are here because they believe in what you're building. And I do too."
His words wrapped around me like a blanket, chasing away the cold and the fear. I turned to face him fully, our breath mingling in the frigid air, forming small clouds between us. His eyes searched mine, steady and unflinching, holding my gaze.
For a moment, it felt like the entire bustling world had quieted just for us, the distant music and laughter fading into the background.
He reached out, his calloused fingers brushing a stray curl from my cheek, his hand lingering near my jaw.
My heart skittered, a frantic drum in my chest. He leaned in, his gaze dropping to my lips. I closed my eyes, anticipating a burning warmth.
Then—
"Ruff! Ruff!"
Duke barreled around the corner, barking joyfully, his tail a furiously wagging blur, plowing enthusiastically between us, nudging his wet nose into my hand. I let out a startled laugh as Max stepped back, cheeks pink from more than just the cold.
"Your timing," he said to Duke, his voice a low grumble mixed with amusement, "is terrible."
I knelt to rub the dog’s ears, my heart still racing. "Maybe he saved us from doing something foolish."
Max looked at me, his eyes intense, his voice low and serious. "Or maybe he interrupted something real."
Chapter 24 - Stand Together
Max
Snow crunched beneath my boots as I made my way toward the bonfire, the beating heart of the festival glowing bright against the white canvas of the ranch.
