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Dreadhorse Chapter 14
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Maggie “Midge” Thompson wiped her hands on her denim apron as the last rays of sunlight filtered through the tall pines surrounding the Western Ranch Hotel. At seventy-two, she embodied the spirit of the Old West, her silver hair braided tightly and her eyes sparkling with stories untold. Midge had worked at the ranch for over fifty years, inheriting the role from her father, who had built the hotel from the ground up.
Today was special. The arrival of new guests always brought a sense of excitement, but there was something different about Kel and Lor Travers. As she glanced over her glasses, she noticed the genuine wonder in Kel’s eyes and the quiet relief on Lor’s face. It reminded Midge of her own children, now scattered across the city, chasing dreams that took them far from the tranquility of the ranch.
Midge walked over to the reception desk just as Kel and Lor were being greeted by the receptionist. She offered a warm smile and a nod, her presence a comforting constant in the ever-changing flow of guests. “Good evening, Travers. I’m Midge. If you need anything during your stay, don’t hesitate to ask.”
Lor appreciated the personal touch, nodding in gratitude. “Thank you, Midge. We’re looking forward to some peace and quiet.”
As she turned to attend to another task, Midge’s mind wandered to the evening ahead. The ranch hosted a nightly bonfire under the stars, a tradition that brought guests together with stories, music, and laughter. She loved these gatherings; they were a reminder of the community her parents had fostered and the one she continued to nurture.
Later that afternoon, Midge found herself in the guest lounge, arranging chairs for the upcoming bonfire. She noticed Kel darting towards the gift shop, her excitement barely contained. Kneeling beside a stack of cowboy hats, Midge called out gently. “Kel, if you need help picking something out, just let me know.”
Kel glanced back, her face lighting up. “Thanks, Midge! I just want something to remember this place by.”
Midge chuckled, handing Kel a wide-brimmed hat adorned with a vibrant feather. “This one suits you. Perfect for a little adventurer.”
Kel beamed, trying on the hat and striking a playful pose. “How do I look?”
“Wonderful,” Midge affirmed, her heart swelling with pride. “You’ll fit right in with our Western spirit.”
As evening descended, the bonfire blazed to life, casting a golden glow on the surrounding trees. Guests gathered around, sharing stories and songs. Midge took her place near the fire, a guitar in her hands. She began to play a familiar tune, her voice rich and warm, weaving tales of love, loss, and resilience that echoed the very essence of the ranch.
Kel sat beside her father, mesmerized by Midge’s performance. Lor felt the weight of city life lift as the music and camaraderie enveloped him. Nearby, the uniformed men from the SUVs had settled into the gathering, their stern demeanors softening in the welcoming atmosphere.
After the music, Midge mingled with the guests, ensuring everyone felt at home. She shared anecdotes about the ranch’s history and listened intently to the stories of the new arrivals. Her presence was the glue that held the evening together, a steady beacon of warmth and hospitality.
As the flames flickered and stars twinkled overhead, Midge stood back and watched the guests laugh and connect. Watching Kel and Lor relax and enjoy themselves filled her with a deep sense of fulfillment. This ranch was more than just a hotel; it was a sanctuary where people could find peace, forge new memories, and rediscover the simple joys of life.
Midge looked around one last time before heading inside, her heart content. Another day well spent, another chapter added to the enduring legacy of the Western Ranch Hotel.