Travis and his sassy red-haired Maggie had agreed to put off their wedding until her term as mayor of Branding Iron was finished. Now that the town had elected a new mayor, who’d agreed to take over his duties early, the wedding was on for the twenty-second of December, two days after the Christmas Ball. Like Rush, Travis would be moving into town to live with his bride. But his working life would still be centered around the ranch.

Conner was still getting used to the idea that after the wedding he would be living in the ranch house alone. His partners would still be there in the daytime, for work and fun. But what would he do on those long, lonesome nights, with no company in the house except Bucket?

He’d go plain stir-crazy.

He’d finished shaking out the tree and was handing it off to Travis when Rush pulled his Hummer through the gate and climbed out. “Hey, Rush!” Travis shouted. “You’re just in time! We need to get these trees unloaded before the storm hits.”

As the tall, dark vet hurried to help, Conner glanced up at the sky. Clouds were rushing like a buffalo stampede across the sky, driven by a biting wind that blew the snow sideways, ahead of the main storm. The cold cut through Conner’s light fleece jacket as he picked up the pace, forcing even the thought of his dream woman from his mind.

By the time the partners finished unloading the trees and propping them against the racks in the front yard, clouds of snow were swirling out of the sky. Conner stayed outside long enough to park the ATV, unhitch the trailer, and pull both under the cover of the shed. Then he waded back through the storm and joined his friends and Bucket inside the house.

As he shoved the door closed against the wind, he could feel the warmth of the potbellied iron stove and smell the coffee brewing in the kitchen. Nobody had taken time to stock up on groceries, but Rush had picked up a dozen fresh doughnuts at Shop Mart on his way here. Four doughnuts for each hungry man. That sounded about right.

“I guess we could’ve ordered pizza from Buckaroo’s,” Travis said. “But I don’t think the delivery boy could make it through the storm. It’s brutal out there, especially now that it’s getting dark.”

“I’ve read stories about weather like this.” Rush poured three mugs of coffee and passed them around the table. “In the old days, sometimes farmers had to string a rope between the house and the barn to keep from getting lost on the way.”

“Well, that shouldn’t happen here,” Travis said. “I fed and watered the horses a couple of hours ago. They should be fine till morning. And since we sold off our steers last month, we don’t have anything to worry about.”