Austin stood outside the small storage shed between the four silos. The morning air was crisp, almost stinging his lungs—at least for Texas. He’d seen this building before and just assumed it held the mechanics for the silos. But standing in front of it now, he could see it stretched back farther than he’d thought and could certainly house a ranch’s worth of Christmas decorations.
After the conversation had moved to other things on Thanksgiving, and pie had been served, and some people had taken their coffee into the living room, Austin had found Jack Hatch and asked him to see pictures of the ranch when it was decorated for Christmas.
The thrill of it still shone in his mind’s eye, and Austin really wanted to bring that magic back to Triple Towers this year. He could feed the chickens a
