“My birthday isn’t until the end of March,” Macy said.

“You will have a wonderful, exciting year beginning next spring. You’ll have parties to attend, and I see long distance travel in your future with a new love interest that you will find while you are on one of your trips. There’s a jackpot in your money sector if you take advantage of the financial opportunities. If not, you will find happiness, but it won’t be ecstatic happiness.”

“I’m not sure I like this fortune tellin’. It sounds like I’m going to find my true love away from Ringgold,” Macy said.

Liz nodded. “You will be happy if you decide to stay in Montague County, but your real happiness and wealth awaits outside of Texas.”

“Now I know this is all bull. I’m going to marry Creed and live on a cattle ranch,” she said.

Liz smiled. “Just remember what I said when you travel.”

At midnight Liz had read everyone’s palm except Raylen’s, and she didn’t want to read his or lay out the cards for him either. She’d told Slade’s wife that she would have a third pregnancy which would produce twin boys, and Rye’s wife, Austin, that she would have a big family in the next ten years. Colleen’s fortune said that she would marry someone who would take her to faraway places and make her an exotic princess.

“Now what do we do with earth, wind, and fire?” Raylen asked when the party finally broke up.

Liz shuffled her cards and returned them to her pocket. “We return earth to earth, blow out the fire, and turn off the wind with the button on the bottom of the cauldron.”

Gemma sat down and propped her feet up on the table. “Well, darlin’, you made the party tonight. It was the best we’ve ever had. Everyone was talking about what you said. Creed said he’d prove you wrong because his girlfriend was going to marry a cowboy, and Colleen says you are crazy because she’s never leaving this area.”

“We’ll see.” Liz smiled.

“Me, I want to believe you, darlin’. I want to think that by next Christmas I’ll have found my own special cowboy. Matter-of-fact, I’m going to be damn good this whole year so Santa can bring him to me. I want him to show up on Christmas Day wearing nothing but one of those cute little Santa hats and cowboy boots. Whooo-wee, that makes my little hormones whine just thinkin’ about it,” Gemma said.

“God Almighty, Gemma!” Raylen said.

“Yep, God is Almighty, but Santa might be almighty too if he can bring me that by next Christmas. I’m goin’ home. We’ll pack up and clean up tomorrow night. Jasmine and Colleen are helping. You want to?” Gemma looked at Liz.

“Sure. What time do I need to be here?” Liz asked.

“Say about four o’clock? Supper is on the house for anyone who helps. It’s leftover party food and whatever Jasmine brings,” Gemma said. “See you tomorrow.”