ever had,â Eric said, with an apologetic look toward Roxanne. âWhen weâve eaten with you on Christmas Day, Mom, Iâve never really been hungry. I was hungry today.â
Roxanne laughed at him. âNo need for an apology. I agree with you.â
They were sitting around, relaxing after the meal, when Quinn stood suddenly. âDo you hear what I hear?â
And Sean broke into the lyrics of a traditional song. âDo you see what I see?â
Quinn shook his head. âNo, Iâm serious. I hear a tractor.â
They all rushed out on the porch as a huge tractor plowed to a noisy stop before the steps. A burly farmer, dressed in a red woolen coat with a knit cap pulled over his ears, jumped down from his enclosed cab.
âI thought there must be somebody stranded over here,â he said. âI heard bells ringing in the night and thought Santaâs Rudolph had a bell around his neck.â He laughed heartily at his joke. âBut I got to studying on it this morning, and I told my missus Iâd better have a look-see.â
The fog had lifted slightly, and he glanced toward the snowbound vehicles. âLooks like you had trouble. Anybody hurt in the accident?â
Recognizing the farmer, Quinn stepped forward.
âWhy, Quinn Damron, what are you doing here?â the farmer exclaimed.
Quinn shook hands with him. To his companions, he said, âIâve been to Mr. Dunlowâs farm several times, doctoring his animals. He lives over near the interstate, so the bell carried a long way.â
Briefly, Quinn explained what had happened to them, how theyâd taken shelter in the church, and he introduced his companions. Quinn said, âCome inside, if you have time.â
âI wonât come in, but is there anything I can do for you? You got anything to eat?â
Quinn motioned to the upended truck. âWeâve had plenty of food, because thatâs a grocery truck. Depending on how long weâll be here, we may run out of fuel. Are the roads being plowed now?â
âYes, the interstate is pretty well cleared, and if the sun shines like theyâre predicting for the afternoon, there will be some thawing.â
âThen we can last through the rest of today and tonight,â Les said, stepping from behind Allen.
âHi, there, Lester,â Dunlow said. âHowâd an old-timer like you get stranded in a snowstorm?â
Les shrugged his shoulders. âThe best of us makes mistakes sometime, Dunlow, although in light of the fellowship weâve been havinâ, Iâm not sure this was a mistake.â
âWell, you do look hale and hearty,â Dunlow said. He reached in his tractor and pulled out a chain saw.
âIâll see to it that youâre plowed out as soon as possible,â the farmer said, âbut thereâs no reason for you to be cold.â He motioned to a dead tree along the roadbed, not far from the church. âIâll saw that tree up for you, and you wonât run out of fuel.â
More optimistic now that they knew rescue was near, they laughed and joked as they followed Dunlow to the tree. He quickly felled the tree and cut it into lengths that would fit the stove. The snowbound travelers carried the wood to the woodshed and several armfuls into the church, singing as they worked. The extra exertion made Livia feel warmer, and she was perspiring before the last chunk of wood was taken inside.
Before Dunlow climbed back on his tractor, he said, âWeâve been using our telephones right along, andsoonâs as I get back, Iâll report your whereabouts to the state road workers. Do you want me to call your families and tell them youâre all right?â
âThat would be wonderful!â Livia exclaimed. âOur families donât have any idea where we are, and I get no cell phone reception out here.â
âMy wife likes to talk on the phone, âspecially
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