mean a wrench up the side of this thing won’t work?” She ran her fingers through her hair, dislodging the clip holding it back.
“My gramps used that technique, and it worked, but let me look at the motor and see if I can find the problem. And if that doesn’t work, we’ll try your plan B, which is a wrench up the side of this thing.” His eyes twinkled, and she heard the boys snicker.
Joel’s humor found her funny bone and she joined in with everyone’s light spirit, surprising herself. From the boys’ wide-eyed and openmouthed expressions, they were as surprised as she. Finally they laughed.
“You needed that,” Joel softly said.
Was she that much of a grouch?
Joel didn’t wait for her to respond, but looked into the engine. “The ignition coil has come loose. Let me plug it in.” He did so, then hopped onto the seat and turned on the ignition. The tractor roared to life. He winked at her. “Let me pull this out of the barn before turning off the engine.”
She nodded and shooed the boys out of the way. When she glanced at the porch where she’d put Cora down for her nap, April saw the little girl sit up and rub her eyes. When Joel drove out of the barn, Cora stood and started down the steps.
What was it about this cowboy that had all her children following him like a pied piper?
April scooped her daughter up before she could run in front of the tractor.
Joel parked beside the barn, where the plow’s disc blades sat, and turned off the engine. He hopped out of the cab and waved at the boys.
Cora squirmed in her mother’s arms.
“I’m impressed, but the real question is, will it start again?”
“Well, if it doesn’t, we’ve got the wrench option.”
“Thanks for getting it to work, but what are you doing out here?” She cringed at her abrupt words. What a crab.
“If you have a cup of coffee, I’d like to explain.”
She studied him, but his gaze remained true, not shying away from her probing. Ross often wouldn’t meet her gaze when he had a plan he knew she wouldn’t approve of. “Okay.”
Lots of questions flew through her mind as they walked inside. After a moment, it occurred to April how silent the boys were, which caused the hair at the back of her neck to stand up. April poured coffee for the adults and milk for the children, then joined the others at the table.
Surprisingly, Cora sat between her brothers on the bench seat on the other side of the table. The boys were wide-eyed and seemed to vibrate, waiting for—
April took a sip of coffee. That hair on the back of her neck felt as if it was dancing.
Wes looked at Joel, then his shoulders straightened and he seemed to grow up before her eyes, as if her son had given Joel permission. That didn’t make sense.
Setting his mug on the table, Joel cleared his throat. “I’ve been hired by your sons to help you plant your fields this week.”
That was not what she’d expected this rodeo cowboy to say. She turned to her sons.
“Todd and me wanted to get you some help after Mr. Moore’s accident today, so when we saw Mr. Joel at the feed store, we talked it over and hired him to work this week,” Wes explained.
“And we paid him, too. We gave him a dollar and thirty-seven cents.” Todd’s chest puffed out. “It’s legal.”
April groped with what she’d just heard. It had seemed to come out of nowhere. Staring at her mug, April considered her options, which were limited at best. The nightmare of Mr. Moore being knocked out this morning, landing on his right arm and dislocating it, sat in the forefront of her mind. Whom would she hire to replace him? Everybody else had their own ranches to care for, their own fields to plant. “You’re not tied up this week at the rodeo?”
“I explained to the boys that I have morning chores that I need to do first, but I can be here before seven. That was fine with them.”
She wanted to tell him no. She didn’t need her boys getting any more involved with a traveling cowboy, but one look at her sons’ precious faces and she knew she couldn’t throw away their effort to help.
Todd worried his bottom lip and Wes reminded her of a cat waiting to catch a mouse. The thought of the boys going out and hiring Joel to help with the planting made her heart swell with pride. She knew she couldn’t refuse.
“Then I guess you have a job.”
The boys jumped with excitement. Cora didn’t know what was happening, but she joined the celebration.
The grin on Joel’s face made her fingers tingle, which scared her. Maybe she should back out now, before disaster struck. But as soon as the idea formed, she glanced at her sons. Could she crush their enthusiasm?
“Now, you’ll need to tell me what you want done,” Joel said, breaking into her internal debate.
“Don’t worry,” Wes piped in. “Mom’s good at telling people what to do.” He said it so casually he didn’t notice the smile on Joel’s face or the wide-eyed look on his mother’s.
* * *
“So these are the horses you picked up from the Landers ranch.” Jack Murphy walked up to the corral housing the new stock.
When Joel returned earlier with Sadie and Helo, Jack had been in Amarillo. “Yup, these are the horses.”
Jack rested his boot on the bottom rail. “They’re a little young.”
“True, but I think the lady needed the money.”
Jack’s brow wrinkled. “She say that?”
“Not exactly, but looking around, I could see things needed repair.”
Jack rubbed his chin. “I worried about that when Vernon died. He talked to me when he was sick, asking me to keep buying from the Circle L Ranch. I agreed with him, wondering how his daughter-in-law could run that ranch by herself, having three little kids.”
A perfect opening. “I guess that’s why April’s sons hired me to help this week.”
“What?” Jack sounded as if he’d swallowed a frog.
“When I went to get the feed earlier, I saw the family. The boys slipped around the back while I was loading and hired me for the week. Apparently, their hired hand had an accident between the time I was there in the morning and when I saw them at the feed store in the afternoon.”
“They hired you?” Jack asked.
“They did. I told them I’d have to finish chores here before I could go out to their place, but they were okay with the setup.” Joel faced his boss straight on. “You okay with that?”
“Works for me. At least you’ll have something to do with yourself instead of hanging around here, complaining
