A Baby for Dry Creek and A Dry Creek Christmas. Janet Tronstad

call him,” Linda offered as she walked toward the kitchen. “You just keep looking.”

      “There’s got to be a better job there,” Reno said as he started to scan the notices to find Mrs. Hargrove’s. “Something closer to town.”

      “I don’t mind being out of town.”

      “You say that now. But the wind blows something fierce out there on the ranches. And the solitude. Some days you don’t see another soul. Just horses, with a few chickens thrown in for excitement.”

      “Well, I’d see Lester,” Chrissy reminded him as she rocked Justin against herself. “Three times a day at least for meals.”

      Reno ground his teeth. “Lester doesn’t talk much, though. You’d be bored in no time. He doesn’t have a television. He doesn’t get any magazines except for the Farm Journal.”

      Linda opened the door from the kitchen and came back into the room. “The job pays eighty-five dollars a week and room and board.”

      “That’s not enough,” Reno said firmly as he went up close to the board and scanned the notices. When he found the one he was looking for, he put his finger right next to it. “There. That’s the job for you. A housekeeper for Mrs. Hargrove. Room and board included.”

      Chrissy walked over to look up at the small, neatly penned notice that Mrs. Hargrove had tacked to the board. She Chrissy shifted Justin in her arms so she could read the announcement better. “But her job only pays seventy-five dollars a week plus room and board.”

      “I’ll pay the extra ten,” Reno said. Lester must have read Mrs. Hargrove’s notice and decided to outbid her. “That way you won’t lose money by working for Mrs. Hargrove.”

      Chrissy tipped her head up at him suspiciously. “Why would you do that?”

      “Yeah, why would you do that?” Linda asked along with Chrissy.

      “Ah.” Reno ran his hands over his hair. He was guessing Mrs. Hargrove hadn’t told Linda about their plan. “Because Mrs. Hargrove is an older lady and she needs the help more than Lester does.”

      Reno hoped Mrs. Hargrove never heard about this conversation. She didn’t think of herself as old, and she’d snap at anyone who implied she was not able to take care of herself.

      Chrissy was still looking at him funny.

      “And I know Mrs. Hargrove can’t afford to pay you any more herself because she’s on Social Security, so I want to help.” Reno smiled. “She’s been good to me, and I want to do something for her.”

      “I noticed the other day that her porch needs fixing,” Linda offered.

      “Thanks. I’ll go take a look at it.” Reno gritted his teeth. Whose side was Linda on? “I should have checked the porch myself before I headed down to Los Angeles. Those old boards usually have problems about now.”

      “She said you usually do it and don’t take any money for it,” Linda said.

      “In the past we’ve settled it with her giving me a plate of her homemade chocolate chip cookies.”

      “Well, of course, if all she has is Social Security, she can’t afford to pay anyone,” Chrissy said thoughtfully. “I wouldn’t feel right taking any money from her, and I don’t need cookies. I’m sure I can help her with what she needs when I’m not working at Lester’s.”

      “But you can’t work at Lester’s,” Reno said. He could see the question in Chrissy’s eyes and knew it was on the tip of Linda’s tongue. He needed to focus. Ah, he had it. “He’s a single man, and it wouldn’t be proper for you to live in the same house with him alone.”

      Chrissy’s face turned red. “I hope you’re not suggesting I would do anything but bake pies for the man.”

      “No, I didn’t mean that at all.” It had to be about sixty degrees inside the café. There was no reason for Reno to be sweating. “I just mean you have to think of Justin.”

      “I’m perfectly capable of taking care of Justin,” Chrissy said coolly.

      “Besides, you’re talking about Lester,” Linda said as though he’d suggested Chrissy was willing to date a troll.

      Reno bowed his head in defeat. “I’ll pay you a hundred dollars a week plus room and board to work at the Redfern Ranch.”

      “Doing what?”

      “Well, I like pies, too—and there’s the house.”

      “You don’t need a housekeeper. I can’t take a job that’s just charity.”

      “I have the calves to feed.” Reno looked up and thanked God silently. Yes! That was it. “The poor things need someone to take care of them, and I’ll have to start plowing any day now. Who’s going to take care of them?”

      “Don’t they have their mothers to take care of them?” Chrissy didn’t look convinced.

      “Not these calves,” Reno said mournfully. “They’re all alone in the world. No mother. No father.”

      Reno hoped his prize bull forgave him although it was true that the animal had never shown any interest in his offspring, so the calves actually had no father when it came to having someone care for them.

      “Oh, the poor things,” Chrissy whispered as she glanced down at Justin, who was sleeping in her arms. “It’s bad enough not having a father, but not having a mother, too, would be just awful.”

      Chrissy broke off with a stricken look at Reno. “I’m sorry, I forgot about your mother.”

      Reno stopped the triumphant war whoop that wanted to come rushing out of his mouth and he managed to wince instead. “It is hard. Not everyone understands.”

      “Of course they don’t,” Chrissy said soothingly.

      “So you’ll take on the feeding of the calves?”

      “Well, I suppose it is more important than baking pies for Lester,” she agreed. “Although his would have been more convenient, since it was room and board.”

      “My job includes room and board, too,” Reno offered.

      “Oh, no, you convinced me that wouldn’t be proper.”

      “Oh, it’s different with Reno,” Linda said smoothly. Reno thanked her with a smile until she added, “Mrs. Hargrove was saying that he admitted in the post office the other day that he feels only family feelings for you on account of the fact that you’re almost cousins.”

      “Almost cousins?” Chrissy asked faintly.

      Reno could see Chrissy was surprised. He was shocked himself. “I don’t remember saying anything quite like that.”

      “Oh, well, Mrs. Hargrove goes for the essence of what a person says,” Linda said with a wave of her hand. “You know how it is—sometimes you’re not even sure what you mean, and then Mrs. Hargrove sums it up for you and it’s right on the nose.”

      “I see.” Chrissy swallowed. “Well, I’ve never had an almost cousin before…”

      “What about Garrett? He’s your cousin,” Linda said as she adjusted the salt and pepper shakers on a nearby table. “Just pretend Reno is Garrett.”

      “I could do that, I guess,” Chrissy said.

      Reno frowned. He didn’t like the fact that Chrissy could make a promise like that so easily. He sure couldn’t promise to see her through the eyes of a cousin any day soon.

      “I don’t see why you’re looking for a job anyway,” Linda said as she moved to another table and swung out a chair for Chrissy to sit down. “If that guy in Vegas is the baby’s father, shouldn’t he be paying enough child support to