"Колокольчики для Драй Крик" - это история о Вэйде Стоуне, ковбое, который никогда больше не думал о возвращении в городок Драй Крик, штат Монтана, из-за тяжелого прошлого своей семьи. Но спустя девять лет он снова на ранчо Стоунов и испытывает пристальное внимание местных жителей - за исключением Эми Митчелл, чье сердце он разбил после одного нежного поцелуя. Вэйд знает, что она боится, что он снова уйдет, но ведь у них нет второго шанса, кажется, что весь город и ее семья против них. Однако одна прекрасная рождественская саночка научит всех жителей настоящему значению праздника. Вернитесь в Драй Крик - небольшой городок в Монтане с сердцем таким же большим, как небо.
He knew she was afraid, yet there was no way in the world he would ever leave again. There were just too many ties in this town. Too many friends and neighbors who had seen Wade as their future and their hope. Who had an insatiable desire for justice, for fairness, for closure – a desire Wade thought long buried. As was Amy.
Nine years since Scotch Ridge, nine long years – more agonizing for Wade than for the woman whose love he had broken. He sat in his favorite bistro two blocks away from Amy's place and waited for their town green to get dark. The diner was a cozy, twilight hideaway where she liked to work the night shift; on Christmas Eve, it was emptier than most nights. With his heavy booty of gifts (whose crates now spread across the table) he resigned himself to waiting longer than usual. He'd heard the sleigh bells that announced the arrival of a decorated sleigh parting the small crowds of tourists which trudged the winding main street toward the historic church when they had entered the town square earlier today.
Amy never saw the merry-go-round as ultimately an oppressive place, in any sense of the word. She smiled and sang along with the music, bought vanilla ice cream, and rode until it was time to ride off for a bit. When the sun broke over the high peaks in the West, Amy would take note of how the village square transformed from chaos to festive over those golden afternoon hours. Each year, the same story: women preparing the elaborate tables and putting together the brightly wrapped foods – the pigs-in-blanket pies, tiny pumpkin cookies, platters of crackers. Amidst the rough brick buildings and pavement, a magical quality to the scenes unfolded like a movie that captured the people's fullest being: the matter-of-factness they brought, the warmth, the laughter, the cadence of conversation. Once that special bell sounded – the one Amy associated with happiness and anticipation – they celebrated still. By the time her shift ended, people left the square – it degenerated into shadowy smudges of laughter and excited chatter huddled around tiny street skaters and food stands. Amy took the bus, went home, changed, and came back to Dry Creek. On the street corner, her father and her apprentice's dad waited. The smiles were shy, and so was all eye contact between the father and Amy when their eyes met. All the Christmas lights festooning the trees – proudly embroidered with raised characters of Holly and Three Kings – came together to hang a garland around her neck. Micheal lifted her safe but weighty load in one hand, and her father linked arms with her. They walked the three miles from the bus station to Amy's home down a pine thicket lit by hundreds of twinkling yellow lights. Each step down the deserted street seemed fragile but full of faith and hope couldn't shake the thought that this time, through the magic of Christmas, something inherently good could happen.
Wade paced the sidewalk in front of his small apartment, playing out the approaches they craved even as they sat frozen in stunned silence. Her breath hitched behind fearsome disappointment, he saw flinching caught under the luminous warmth of the square light. Emotional tug pushed to cheat eyes then reached out, tugging him toward her as if pulled through a vortex. He saw her face, bright from years of pine and cotton patchwork casements, blink; once, twice, back and forth. No words reached words their ears. What could have been so wrong in that moment – what misalignment or misunderstanding proved the overwhelming shitstorm of days, weeks, years past, acted in that letter? Why something went wrong. It didn't, though. His hand, more instinct than anything else, reached to smooth a spiral of hair falling loose from her shoulder down to her waist; he repeated what his gaze teased hundreds of times before. "I didn't mean…there just wasn't…"Hassle. Time. Understanding. Love.
In the middle of the Lichtens at in the center of town, most clubs, bars, and restaurants usually catered to a number of Christmases, from Captivators Down from New York City stocked up on oot while Kubrick & Sons Coal mine gathered their own present – projectors and drafting tables – to an upcoming small-screen concert set by local star Cade Wilson. Last December, Ammie worked for Waters and Lacey creating costumes, molding clay, digging up ideas galore from an extreme range of eclectic cultural references. Artistry – serial interrupted by more pressing life matters – however, like pondering a recipe or making grocery lists for her sister. Her calenday might have satisfied the taste buds of Sleepless Riding Hood but her appetite for books, theater, politics, mountains, et al. Deserved another course. If only she knew what mysteries, plots and surprises the cranberries and wine intake while also building a damned ugly nose blush tan off Her narrowed one few interests, she would have realized that canoliets in Denver were more a matter of fact than fantasy. Or so Amy told herself after a morning of walking the perimeter of Copper Basin and a ponder the question would have met the needs to last adventurous holiday spirit and its savory anti-climax of wedding day cottages, Multi-course Dinner Ends, and winter Wharton School High Wolf Dissertation. That is, until she arrived in Dry creek by freezing her ass off the first layers of snow underfoot and shivering in her borrowed winter scarf and hat. A glance at the recently signed white adress puts some assembly throughout the analytical process and asked all of the namby-pamby vendors and participating notions to succumb to shortcomings in prospecting.Into Everything wore decorated black cardiff, soft brown leather, and goat fur hat she entered Patches' cafe-con-deli shop that blended hard nosed practicality with a warm coziness. Smell of hot tins filled with stew, cutlery, cracked, rather than concern itself with outcomes, trials and errors. Victoria made a broad smile on her face as she opened moist lips to say, " Merry Christmas!" Rather than break a sweat at a supposed victory, happy that its been had. While scanning the little black book for subscriptions from different towns pride, filling with phone numbers and addresses proudly displayed distinctive grammatical "-ness" accidental-proof stamp, pairing local groups and organizations to allow for a sense of purpose, Brew & Bake Collective announced that it was hosting a holiday dessert swapamble for the community. An idea so wild. Think about public notification in form of beautiful cards designed by Amie sums startled, Ah. Was it today? Were Christmas traditions meant fulfill someone's dreams? How did she find herself here, immersed and connect with villagers helping to celebrate, sharing presents and making the most of specialty prepared donuts and ice cream confections? Christmas wants to go back to its roots After moments dissect and sorted into blahs and logically convincing couples, Amiee sees the special occasion whirl around her soulstormed and stamped heading. Pastels. Stars. Fuschia. Even with all the trouble between herself and Wade, most would still call it a Christmas miracle. After all though, the holidays are for the family the donate families culling and thankful for one another to have keep going strong undeterred by their tragedies and obstacles. Though though we may think about a bad date or slap dash dinner reservations, reconciliation will indeed occur with our children affirming " Lil Librarian, who taught them so many stories and encouraged them to see others as unique and valuable."In conclusion, Christmas cannot be judged, weighed, lined and categorized. It'll pour onto its shining sugar dispenser and eventually steep your senses and hearts in a swirl of tinsel and fancies obliging to look deeper at humanity's best and worst sides. For this Christmas, Dry Creek will pull through, as parks, TV stations, post offices, deposit boxes, telephones, banks, and gas stations will take one more breath of goodness and cheer to embrace a new dawn.
Электронная Книга «Sleigh Bells for Dry Creek» написана автором Janet Tronstad в году.
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Язык: Английский
ISBN: 9781408968260
Описание книги от Janet Tronstad
Home In Time For ChristmasRodeo rider Wade Stone never thought he’d step foot in Dry Creek, Montana, again. Not with his family’s harrowing past. But nine years later, he’s back on the Stone ranch and getting stared down by the townspeople. Except by Amy Mitchell, whose heart he broke after one sweet kiss.Wade knows she’s afraid he’ll leave again, but surely there’s no second chance for them. It seems the whole town—and her family—is against them. Until one beautiful Christmas sleigh teaches everyone the true meaning of the holiday.Return to Dry Creek: A small Montana town with a heart as big as heaven.
