Austin thought he’d worked from sunup to sundown before. But with he and Shay trying to get their regular work around the ranch done, as well as decorate all the buildings, the towers, the silos, the house, and the open spaces along all the roads, he felt like a zombie.
He woke tired. Worked tired. Ate tired. And went to bed tired, just to get up and do it all over again the next day.
But by the following Sunday—his day of rest—the ranch was ready to flip the power switch and light up the night.
At least he hoped so.
They’d tested all the lights, throwing away dozens of strings that weren’t fixable. Fitting new bulbs into the ones that were. Dusting, planning, climbing, hanging. So much climbing and hanging.
So“Everything’s set for tonight,” he said when he entered the kitchen to find
