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Title: Red Dirt Christmas
Author: N.R. Walker
Publisher: Self Published
Cover Artist: Sara York
Genre: Contemporary, Fiction, Gay Fiction, Winter Holiday
Travis had been here for just over a year. We were technically engaged, not that we’d told anyone. He was happy just knowin’ I’d said yes, and I had some head-clearin’ stuff to work through. Knowing I was good enough for Trav was one thing, but knowing if I was good enough to be a husband and father was somethin’ else entirely.
Life at Sutton Station had never been better. Business was strong, Trudy and Bacon’s little baby, Gracie, was a few weeks old now and as cute as a button, Ma’s health was good, and my relationship with Laura and Sam was in a pretty good place. And Travis? Well, life with him was still all kinds of perfect.
But, to Travis’s dismay, Christmas at the Station was just another day. Another day of getting up before the sun, feeding animals, fixin’ what needed fixin’, and checking water troughs all while tryin’ to keep out of the blistering heat.
And this year weren’t much different. Only that it was Travis’s first Sutton Station Christmas. The fact we didn’t go all out with decorations and celebrations baffled him, and if I was bein’ truthful, it disappointed him too.
Which was why I had to make it a special kind of Christmas…
Trav was the most hyperactive guy I’d ever known, and keepin’ him well-rested weren’t strictly easy. When I came in from the shed at mornin’ tea time, he was showered and lazin’ on the lounge, lecturing Nugget about the Christmas tree. He held up the wombat so Nugget was facing me. “He keeps trying to kill the tree, Charlie.”
I looked at the offending wombat. Nugget twitched his nose, then seemed to grin at me which of course made me laugh.
Travis groaned as he stood up and shoved him in my arms. “Here. You look after him. He won’t listen to anyone but you anyway.”
I heard Travis close the bathroom door and, with Nugget burrowin’ under my arm, made my way into the kitchen to where Ma and Nara were flat out busy. The centre table was covered in eggs, fruit, proving dough, and flour. “Can I do anything to help?” I asked.
Ma looked at the doorway, clearly checking to see if Travis was close by. “Everything going well?”
I whispered my reply. “Operation Christmas Present is a go. Got an email this morning sayin’ everything’s going exactly to plan.”
Ma smiled but looked back at the door. “I know Travis needs to rest, but he’s going stir crazy. He can’t stay inside doing nothing. He’s been in here two dozen times wanting to know what we’re cooking different things for, Charlie. He’s gonna catch on that we’re up to something.”
“I’ll find something for him to do in the office. That’ll keep him out of your way,” I said softly. “But first it’s cuppa time for me and snack time for this little guy.” I dug Nugget out of my armpit and held him like a footy instead so he could see what Ma and Nara were doing.
Ma shook her head at us. “Look at you two. Never thought I’d see the day.”
“If he keeps drivin’ Trav up the wall, you won’t be seein’ him no more.”
“Won’t be seeing who no more? Me or the evil wombat?” Travis asked from the doorway.
I laughed. “Who do you think?”
He grumbled as he walked in and scratched Nugget’s head. “Sometimes I wonder.”
I bumped my hip to his. “You know that ain’t true.” He barely smiled.
Ma put a cup of tea on the table and Nara cut up enough apple and carrot for Nugget, so I sat down and pulled out a chair for Trav as well. I took sips of tea in between holding and feeding Nugget chunks of carrot, and me and Trav shared the apple, but Ma was right. Travis was miserable. And bored. And a bored Travis was never a good thing. “Hey, I was thinking now might be a good time to show you how to do the books.”
Travis looked at me with disbelief. “Yeah, right.”
“No, I’m serious. You should know how to do it all in case I can’t, for whatever reason.” I shrugged. “And you need to stay out of the heat and you’re bored outta your mind, so yeah, now’s the perfect time.”
About the Author
N.R. Walker is an Australian author, who loves her genre of gay romance.
She loves writing and spends far too much time doing it, but wouldn’t have it any other way.
She is many things; a mother, a wife, a sister, a writer. She has pretty, pretty boys who live in her head, who don’t let her sleep at night unless she gives them life with words.
She likes it when they do dirty, dirty things…but likes it even more when they fall in love.
She used to think having people in her head talking to her was weird, until one day she happened across other writers who told her it was normal.
She’s been writing ever since…
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