Tootsie, the funny little poodle, darted back and forth, growling and nipping at the broom straw. Three days had passed. Three days that would have been pleasant if not for the ax hanging over her head. Her time at the Blackwell ranch was up and she had nowhere to go. &nbs...
Collectively, the crowd gasped right along with Owen. And then, instantly, the giant tree in the center of town lit up, a brilliant display of twinkling multicolored lights that cast their glow over the awestruck crowd fanning out from the base of the tree in all directions. &nb...