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for help to
cover newly purchased land. $13/hr. Frequent meals provided. Experience not
necessary, but a plus.
    The
ad surprised me; I knew the Nelson family mostly by reputation—they had a good
one. But as far as I knew, they’d never hired anyone on for more than a week or
two for the purposes of helping with the harvest. Then again, if Robert Nelson
had purchased more land to expand his fields, it would make sense that they’d
want to pull someone on for the whole season.
    I
had gone to school with the Nelson kids, and I was pretty sure I’d heard gossip
now and then about the son and daughter—that Tuck was dating so-and-so, or that
Autumn had gotten pregnant with her boyfriend. I assumed that she’d probably
married the father of her child. That was the usual course of things in town.
    The
ad mentioned that it would be months of work, and at $13 an hour, it was
nothing to sneeze at, especially with the meals that they were going to
occasionally offer their worker in addition.
    Of
course, I realized that even with a good reputation, it was possible the
Nelsons would be as bad as any of the people I was trying to avoid working for,
but it seemed less likely to me. The ad included an email address to write to
and requested a work history and references. I considered who I could ask and
how to go about submitting a work history. I had a resume that I used for time
to time—I could update it with my most recent project and send it on its way.
    I
set the newspaper aside and finished off my coffee, thinking about the problem
of applying for the farm hand job the Nelsons had available. I was pretty sure
it would be a popular opening. It was a good few months of work at least, and
it was a good pay rate.
    But
I was also pretty sure that none of the other temporary guys I was working with
at the construction site were looking seriously for a job yet—we were slated
for an early completion bonus. Those who weren’t going to give themselves a
week off probably already had work lined up at another construction site,
probably in the next town over. There’d be the usual seasonal workers applying,
and people new to the town hungry for any job they could get. But I liked by
chances overall.
    I
remembered that I had Robert Nelson’s phone number from someone—they’d gotten
it when they’d repaired one of his tractors and had passed it along to me as a
contact in case I was looking for handyman work.
    I
could call Robert directly and see if he would give me an interview, instead of
bothering with the email situation. That might give me an edge. Of course, it
might also piss him off that I wasn’t obeying the instructions in the ad, but
that was a risk that I was willing to take.
    I
found the number in my old address book and dialed it on my phone; I considered
adding it as a contact, but that wouldn’t make sense unless I actually started
working for the Nelsons. I waited as the other end of the line rang once,
twice, three times—and I was sure that Robert Nelson was going to let it go to
voicemail. But then I heard the ringing stop. “Hello?”
    “Mr.
Nelson?” It occurred to me—too late—that my friend could have given me a wrong
number either accidentally or on purpose.
    “This
is him,” the man on the other end of the line said. “Who’s this?”
    “Good
morning, Mr. Nelson,” I said, putting on my best company manners the way my mom
had taught me years before. “This is Cade Wilson—I went to school with your son
and daughter years ago.” Before Robert could say anything, I kept going. “I saw
your ad in the newspaper and thought I’d contact you directly.”
    “You’re
the first one to show that kind of initiative,” he said with amusement in his
voice. “My daughter’s already starting to get emails from folks looking to fill
the position.”
    “My
friend Cal Peters worked for you a while back and he gave me your number—he
thought I might ask you for some handyman work sometime if I got