My name’s Daniel McCormack. I run the Diamond M Ranch, eight miles north of here. I came to town for supplies, and to see if the reverend might know any women looking for work. Housekeeping, cooking, looking after children. He glanced toward the restaurant. I’ve been managing on my own for seven years, since my wife died, and I ain’t managing well anymore.
Beth’s heart beat faster. You’re offering me employment. Might be, if you’re capable. I can cook. I can clean. I…