Second Chance Christmas. Pamela Tracy

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Elise, but she made it home every few months and every school vacation.

      “He’s looking into buying a horse from Sunshine Stables over in Queen Creek. The truck broke down near a couple of hours ago. He’s getting it fixed. Guess it’s pouring there.” Dad checked his watch.

      From her spot kneeling in front of the loom, Eva said, “I thought he’d be back by now. I’ve called twice and texted once.”

      “He’s probably by a mountain,” Timmy said, sounding just like Jacob, and at six already a well-informed cell phone user. When Elise went to bed just after ten, Jesse still wasn’t home. This visit, since the Lost Dutchman was sold out, she was sleeping in Eva’s old room. Eva and Jesse were building a home on the west side of the property. Dad had given them the master bedroom until it was finished. He was using the apartment over the stable that had been Jesse and Timmy’s when they first moved to the ranch because Eva’s bedroom was “too plumb small!” Even smaller was Emily’s old bedroom—now converted into a bedroom for Timmy, just as Elise’s old room had been turned into an office.

      After what felt like just a few hours of sleep, someone rapped on the door. The sound was soft, polite, at first. Then it got louder, a heavy knocking on the door until she muttered, “Come in.”

      Timmy opened the door, stuck his head in and then tiptoed over. “It’s five in the morning. You’re going to miss breakfast.”

      Elise doubted that’s what had him here, waking her up, sounding so much like her dad.

      “Thanks.” She closed her eyes and turned over.

      Timmy didn’t leave. Neither did his puppy, Goober, who jumped on the bed and landed next to Elise, his head on the pillow next to hers. Timmy cleared his throat. “Daddy got home an hour ago. He’s sleeping. Grandpa says we’re full up, and he can’t get away. Eva said to ask you.”

      “Ask me what?” Elise mumbled into her pillow, figuring her one attempt at sleeping late had just ended.

      “If you’ll take me on the gold-panning ride this morning.” Then his words came tumbling out. “If you do, I’ll never ask you for anything again, and I’ll forgive you for not getting me a present last Christmas.”

      “I got you a present,” she protested, still talking to her pillow.

      “A whole week after Christmas!”

      “I’m going back to Two Mules today, honey. I can’t.”

      In the hallway came Eva’s voice, soft but firm. “Can’t or won’t?”

      “I’ve got things to do.” Elise rolled over and stared at the ceiling, wide awake now and trying to think fast.

      “More important than your nephew?”

      “You know that’s not the case.”

      “You’re right.” Eva stepped to the door. “What has you the most scared is going on a ride with Cooper. Stepping into your old life. Helping out the family. We’ve got three horses in a trailer needing to be delivered to him. Guess the ride’s full. Say the word and we’ll load Pistol as well as Timmy’s horse.”

      “I’m riding Harry Potter. He can really fly,” Timmy bragged.

       This is why I don’t come home.

      “I’m not scared of anything.” Now, Elise realized, she sounded very much like a middle child who always rose to the occasion when Eva baited her. Timmy’s head ping-ponged as he watched the sisters. Goober ignored them all and jumped on Elise’s stomach as if saying “You might as well get up.” Elise’s dogs often did the same thing.

      “Prove it,” Eva said.

      “I don’t have to prove anything.”

      “Tell me, then, one thing you have on your appointment calendar that absolutely has to get done today or the world will end. I’ll add you to the church prayer list. You’ll receive a hundred cards. Then you’ll get phone calls.”

      Elise threw off the blanket.

      “Please, Aunt Elise, I need you to say yes. I want to go.”

       Apache Creek needs you.

      Looked as if she’d be going on a ride.

      As the early morning fuzz cleared from her head and she looked out the window at the Arizona sunshine, she could only wonder about the power of prayer.

      She knew for a fact that her father had prayed she’d stay the whole weekend.

      Funny how this was working out.

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