The boy shook and snow crystals danced to the floor. "I was freezing out there, so I came in. The nice lady told me you were in here," his bright blue eyes wandered around the room, taking everything in. Vic placed her hands on his shoulders, somewhat protectively. "Is this where I'm going to live?" The boy asked, looking directly at Mitch. "My name's Ronnie, what's your name?" Ronnie held out a hand, he placed his small one in hers, shook once, and said, "Wyatt Morgan and I'm five and a half years old. I need a place to live since my parents got burned up in the house.""Oh, I'm so sorry," Ronnie said.Then Mitch leaned down and said, "I'm Sheriff Mitch Rogers, it's real nice to meet you, Wyatt Morgan." They shook hands but Wyatt's eyes never left Mitch's face."You're not going to take me back to that big, cold house with all those other kids, are you? Because I'll just run away again. I know when I'm not welcome.""That's enough Wyatt, please, let me handle this." Vic tur
"Victoria is leaving, she's going to stay somewhere in Jackson," Mitch raised his hands when Ronnie was about to interrupt, and then continued, "and we'll catch up with her tomorrow as we told Wyatt.""And, what else is going on? Is Wyatt your son, Mitch?" Ronnie stared in her husband's brown eyes with the gold flecks she loved so much. Mitch stared into her eyes, "No, he's not." He stepped to her, pulled her up against him. "That's the truth, I have no reason to lie. I'm not letting you go, ever, no matter what.""Wyatt is exactly who is says he is, his parents did die in a house fire, he has no siblings and no real family. I remember how much Mitch enjoyed kids and came here first but-""What else, Mitch. I want to know now." Ronnie had venom in her words."She's nothing, nothing but an old friend to me." Mitch stared at Victoria. "And there never will be anything between us, really never was."Ronnie turned away, relief filled her, and she exhaled a breath she hadn't kn
The ride was exhilarating; the near hyperthermic cold air emasculating.They were on a trail of some kind, she knew, because she could see tracks in the snow; horses and snowmobiles or quads, as well. When they seemed to reach the top and ready to go down the other side, Mitch turned left, and they rode along the ridge. Ronnie looked left and then right in search of the perfect tree. There were small clusters of trees and then some lone ones. She could see right away why they were still there.At a trail head, or so the sign read, Mitch turned right, and it seemed as if they were in Santa's wonderland. Beautiful pine scent wafted in the air along with the frigid air, and an outcropping of all kinds, sizes and shapes of pine trees. Mitch stopped in the middle of the path and turned the motor off. He held up his hand and she waited in silence. And, she waited. Another minute or so, he turned around and faced her."Do you hear it?" He whispered to her."Hear what?"He held his h
Arriving at the house, they went inside first to make way for the trees. As Ronnie opened the door, she heard out-of-tune singing of "Rudolf" and the fragrance of peanut butter and chocolate, baking sugar cookies and some other scent she couldn't identify lingered in the air. She stopped before she turned the corner from the living room into the family kitchen and den area. Mitch wasn't prepared for her sudden stop and ran into her, almost knocking them both to the floor. Mitch peeked around her. Wyatt sat on a bar chair, dressed in one of Aunt Sally's old aprons, trays of cookies in front of him and based on the flour on the sleeves of his shirt, he'd helped make cut-out sugar cookies.Now he was decorating. Wyatt held in his hand a medium-sized pastry bag filled with what looked like brown frosting; a reindeer cookie placed in front of him. "Ms. Marie, should I make him all brown and then a red nose? I think this one looks like Rudolph.""Wyatt, sweetie, you can make it any color
After numerous way-too-many trips up and down the stairs, they had all the decorations ready for on the tree. Mitch, with the help of Wyatt was setting it up now. "Wow, it smells so foresty." Wyatt looked at everyone. "You know, like in the forest of trees.""Oh, the pine tree smell. You're right, it does smell foresty," Ronnie answered. "Wyatt have you ever had a real tree for Christmas?""No, I've never really had a Christmas." Wyatt answered as he rang a jingle bell he'd picked out of the box."This is my first real tree, too. And our," she pointed to Mitch and herself, "first Christmas together. My parents never had a real one when I was little. And my mom always decorated the fake one while I was at school, so I've never decorated one either." Ronnie held out her hand to him for a low five. "Are you ready to learn how with me?""Okay, but Ms. Marie said we're going to sing Christmas carols and have hot chocolate.""And I'm sure we will. After all, we have lots of holi
Mitch glanced from the tree to Wyatt. "Good job, Wyatt. We have a couple more boxes to look through. Wanna help me?""Sure, you have so many.""Yes, we do, many years of collecting and saving. You'll have some like this too when you grow older." Ronnie tapped his nose."I will, wow." Wyatt skipped the short distance to Mitch and told him."Wyatt, look at these, they're stockings to hang at the fireplace. Aren't they fancy?" Ronnie held them up."Yeah, but none of them have my name on, do they?" Wyatt stood beside her, his hands behind his back."I think the one with your name will be at the house of your new family," Mitch answered. "It's going to be exciting for you this year. A new family, a new house, and probably a new school. You have so many things to look forward to." Mitch continued to hang ornaments."I don't think so. I haven't had a stocking or a tree or presents, or any of that stuff. Nothing." Wyatt sputtered.Ronnie saw the look of desperation of flight cr
"Okay," Wyatt answered in a ready-to-sleep-hoarse voice.Ronnie took Wyatt's hand and headed down the hall to her room, Mugsy following close behind. When she opened her bedroom door, Mitch was asleep, his reading glasses on and a newspaper on his face. Ronnie held a finger over her mouth, and said, "Sshhhh.""Mugsy, you can sleep with Mr. Wyatt tonight. He needs your company and your warmth." She whispered, glanced at Wyatt, "He really does keep you warm.""Come on Mugsy, be a good girl." Ronnie started out the door with Mugsy following but Wyatt hung back. "Come on Wyatt.""Your bed is big, there's enough room, we can all fit." Wyatt stood beside the bed."Remember you wanted your own room?" "Oh, yeah, that's' right." Wyatt followed her and Mugsy up the back stairs and into his room. Ronnie turned down the covers and patted the sheets. Wyatt slid in and Mugsy soon joined him on top of the bed. Ronnie tucked Wyatt in and gave him a kiss on his forehead. But when she tu
Ronnie took everything out of Wyatt's small suitcase and placed it on the bed to take inventory. He only had a few shirts and some 'hi-water' short pants. No sweaters, or long pants. He'd have to wear the pants and every shirt he had. Two pair of clean underwear included but looked way too small. "Okay, sweetie, this is what we're going to do. You can wear all these shirts today, so which one is your favorite?" Ronnie asked.Wyatt looked them over like he'd never seen them before, then chose a blue Batman one. Ronnie helped him remove his pajama top and get the T-shirts on one after the other. The outer one he chose was long sleeve and fit perfectly over the others. Then she handed him a pair of pants, the longest ones she could find. "You put clean underwear on last night after your bath, right?" Ronnie asked. Wyatt nodded."You look nice and warm," Mitch proclaimed from the doorway. "Maybe we ell be able to sled ride later after all.""After a few stores, he'll be fine