"I don't jump trains," I lied.
Margo suppressed a smile. "Yeah, and I don't wish I was married to Gary Cooper!”
“So, you’re looking for help?”
“Yep. I don’t hire much help from in town. They always try to gouge me. Itinerant workers expect fair pay and work harder. Can you paint?"
"Yes, I can paint."
"Good. I'd rather hire a strange girl than a strange man. Come on honey, let's go." Margo didn't wait for me to agree. She picked up my bag and started walking across the field, expecting me to follow.
"Hey!" I yelled.
She turned to look at me with a sigh of exasperation. “You better keep up if you want to work. Would you like to get a couple of nights' sleep in my guest room and put some home cooked food in your belly … or do you just wanna sit on a bench waiting for trouble to land in
