Magic Ball: the Billionaire in Ranch

48 Passing Storm and a Tour in the Ranch

When the storm passed through, Noah and his employees made it through the night.

Nancy was all giddy the entire time, and whenever her eyes fleeted back to the window, her eyes holding the worry that everyone tried hard to keep, she’d drew in the curtains and seat on the sofa near Thomas and Noah.

The two had planned everything out for the entire night.

On the other hand, Wynn supported them by bringing them hot beverages and giving his suggestions about which animal should be showcased without doing anything that would either harm them or degrade their value in the market.

Nancy wrapped the blanket on her entire body, making sure that most of her toes was covered and cozy. From time to time, Noah would ask her opinion on how they’d be able to showcase the horses—Bean and Snowflake being in the lead.

The night should also be a potential candidate, so Nancy had the horse as one of the other suggestions alongside Snowflake and Bean.

After spending the entire night for turning half the ranch into a tourist spot, Noah didn’t waste any time.

When the storm met its calm, the sun basking them with is light, Noah woke-up from the floor of the living room, a blanket covering the upper half of his body.

He scratched at his head, a few strands atop his head as he yawned.

When he stood, he scratched at his stomach. Then, he pried the curtains open.

Quickly realizing what he did, Noah muttered his apologies and immediately covered the wide window pane.

He completely forgot that he wasn’t in his home in the city.

His employees groaned, and someone from the corner of his eyes stood and declared they’d just sleep in their rooms.

Noah didn’t stop them.

He was feeling in the mood to begin working with yet another construction as well as preparing for attraction sites and activities that would make the tourism inside his ranch successful.

For an entire week or so, Noah had his and Thomas’ plan worked on.

He hired several experts in the advertising field as well as the hiring process for professional tour guides that would assist the people inside his Stream Ranch.

The entire preparation went on for about three weeks or more—Noah wanted it done in that short amount of time.

Thomas sensed what he wants to do, but he also warned Noah that it would be better if they make sure of everything for his tourism inside the ranch to bloom.

For a second, Noah hesitated, but he knows that the older man just wanted to caution him when it comes to being wise in the field of business.

As his father had always reminded his children, use money as your life span depended on it. Noah thinks that when he spends an entire fortune for nothing, then that would probably cost him his life.

And so, the preparations and finishing touches were exactly done for the seventh week.

Noah wanted to open his Stream Ranch for beta tourists he’d hire—his grin widened when he thought of whom to call.

Dialing his phone, he called his first visitors, telling them the bait that he’d pay for their airplane tickets when they get their assess here and tell them what they think about the Stream Ranch that transformed itself from being a ranch mainly for horses and hays, into an attraction that would let the children learn what it was like to live in a ranch—what animals can be seen, how were the farmers and ranchers alike spend their entire lives planting and grooming the animals in the barn?

The answer, of course, would only lay on the field if Noah would be able to invite them.

Laughing after end of each phone call, Noah finally had them accept his invite.

Noah’s friends during high school unexpectedly arrived earlier than he wanted them to.

Mike had specifically told him that he was excited to experience what Noah’s ranch can offer to them as some sort of tourist attraction or fun engaging activities that would make them engaged in exploring his Stream Ranch some more—something that would make them want to go back, that is.

Noah wasn’t exactly what would make them go back.

Although if some of them are fond of horses, he’s pretty sure that they’d definitely want to go back, especially if that particular horse is a stallion who had obsidian hair that moves with the wind whenever he ran in the fields.

“Whoa,” Fitch marveled Bean’s speed. And as expected the horse would surely elude his skills whenever visitors would come and watch him in his morning run.

Noah edged closer to the group, “A rare type of breed—a Friesian horse that originated in Netherland. It’s the rare type because of the color of its fur.”

Fitch nodded his head and murmured his thanks for Noah’s brief yet informative explanation.

Bean the Friesian horse ran like the wind was one with him, his silky mane waving with his every movement.

Noah had recently observed this—it was the fact that the stallion was very fund of humans watching and admiring his beauty and skills.

Clearly, Bean had grown inside the Magic Ball, and that had probably helped developed his personality toward other humans, especially when he’s being taken care of the person who introduced him inside the Magic Ball; it’s none other than Noah Martin himself.

Everyone liked his fur, and there were even times wherein Wynn and Nancy argued who had the best fur among Bean and Snowflake, even if the two of them came from the same womb.

For the entire day, Noah together with Thomas, had the men toured in the tourist spot area inside his ranch. They first did sightseeings with the flock of sheep that was led by Noah’s three intelligent dogs.

Mike couldn’t stop himself from gawking when the three dogs led the animals smoothly.

He exclaimed, “How the hell can they do that? Are these dogs disguised as animals? Are they humans?”

Noah had to live—he was almost close.

They’re animals raised by a human inside the Magic Ball that enhances their intelligence to the point that it could be on par with children.

“I trained them well,” Noah, who was patting the three dogs with both of his hands, said.

Cole barked when one sheep attempted to get out of the line.

“I swear to God it looked as if that dog is talking to the sheep,” he squinted his eyes as it remained on the dog barking ate every sheep that would break their line.

Noah shrugged, “Maybe they can? We really wouldn’t know, could we?”

After sightseeing with animals, Noah gave them the option of whether they’d like to harvest chicken eggs or milk the cows.

“It would probably be good if you’d make cheese here and hold some mini-workshop on how to make ‘em,” Andy suggested as he caressed Ginger’s fluffy ears.

It wasn’t actually a bad idea, but Noah had yet to make cheese with his cow’s milk.

“Maybe in the near future. I’m not yet with making cheese. Still at delivering milk, though.”

“Oh, you do?” Fitch raised an eyebrow. “Are they packed in a carton, or do you deliver them via glass bottles?”

Noah smiled, “Of course, it’s the old way, as always.”

A hand landed on his shoulders, “I love this ranch,” the beam in his smile sent good vibes on Noah’s mood, uplifting him from all the doubt he felt when he invited them around.

Without looking at them, Noah blurted out his thanks.

The rest of the day went by with Noah and the men riding on horseback throughout the entire acre of Noah’s Stream Ranch.

All four of them agreed that they marveled at the natural beauty of the place, as well as the activities that made them want to go back. Fitch even suggested that they made boats for the stream. With would be an awesome ride.

Noah had just discovered that Mike was uncomfortable around horses, although he couldn’t deny the fact that he liked them a lot.