Wife Wanted in Dry Creek. Janet Tronstad

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      “That’s the job you lost?” Conrad asked softly.

      She nodded. “I’m thinking I could make another pitch for it, but I’ve already sent them my best work so I don’t know. They said my pictures lacked heart.”

      “What do they know?” Conrad said without thinking. He wasn’t ready to champion this woman. True, something about her tugged at him. But he had sense enough to know that she would break his heart if he let himself get involved with her.

      “So you’re a professional photographer?” Uncle Charley asked. “That’s why you wanted someone to stand by our heart sign?”

      Katrina nodded.

      “Then young lady, that makes you an answer to prayer,” he said with satisfaction in his voice.

      “What?” Conrad almost swallowed his tongue. Here he was trying to be sensible and his uncle was diving off the deep end. Surely, there had to be a limit to what his relatives would do in pursuit of a bride for him. “I’m sure you don’t mean—”

      “No, she’s an answer to prayer.” Uncle Charley was adamant. He turned to Katrina. “My wife, Edith, has been praying up a storm asking God to send us a photographer to take some pictures for the church directory. She’s set on us having photos now that the church in Miles City has them. She says we need to keep up with the times.”

      “The church directory?” Conrad was so relieved he didn’t care that he sounded like a simple-minded parrot.

      “I don’t really—” Katrina stammered. “That is, I mean, I really should keep looking for more—well, other work. I used to be a secretary. I suppose I could do that again.”

      Conrad saw all the life leave her face.

      “We’ve got money to pay for the directory pictures,” Uncle Charley said.

      “I don’t work for churches,” Katrina said. “I don’t even go inside them.”

      Conrad could hear the bitterness in her voice. He expected his uncle to concede defeat. There might be a prayer request in the church bulletin asking for a wife for him, but no one would suggest he marry a woman who wasn’t at peace with God. That would be unending trouble. Instead of dropping the subject, though, his uncle got a thoughtful look on his face.

      “I’ll help you find a blonde for that picture you want of the heart sign,” the older man bargained. “All you have to do is help my wife set up the directory. Give her some pointers. Maybe take a few photos for starters. And you’ve got yourself a model.”

      “But I—”

      “You don’t need to set foot inside the church if you don’t want. And I’ll get you the best-looking blonde in Dry Creek.”

      “Really?” Katrina asked. Her face glowed. “That heart sign is perfect.”

      Conrad didn’t know how a post of rusted metal could move a woman from despair to happiness, but it sure looked like one had.

      Uncle Charley nodded. “It’s a deal then.”

      Conrad’s heart sank. He loved his uncle and didn’t want to see him get hurt. But no good could come from being so friendly to a woman who showed up in a stolen car. He’d make sure the church didn’t give her any advance money in the hopes she would take the directory job.

      The woman walked over to the window. “Can I see the sign from here?”

      “Just look down the road to your left as far as you can see,” Uncle Charley told her.

      “I see that garden gnome,” she said without glancing back at them. She was quiet for a second. “Then the church. You know your church could use a steeple.”

      “We’re looking into it,” Charley said. “It takes money, though. And we have the directory to do. We’re a small church.”

      She turned back. “I’m not taking all those pictures. Just so you know. I’m willing to get your wife started and do a few for examples, but that’s it.”

      Charley nodded and she turned back to the window.

      “I don’t see it,” Katrina said.

      “You’re looking in the right direction. It’s farther down,” his uncle answered.

      She moved her head, straining even more to locate it.

      Conrad started to wonder if she wasn’t trying to figure the fastest way out of town instead of looking for that sign. Or maybe she was just searching for a place to hide. If so, it’d be difficult. Most of the houses had fences around them, but all of them were see-through bars or wire so they wouldn’t conceal much. There weren’t any leaves on any of the bushes so she couldn’t hide in the shrubbery, either.

      “The doors are all locked around here,” he said. That was an exaggeration. Granted, most of the front doors would be because no one wanted to track the mud and snow of early spring into their living rooms. But the back doors would be unlocked. That’s where the rugs and boots were kept. He’d hate to have anyone come up against a car thief just because they didn’t know one was in town, though.

      Katrina turned to look at him in puzzlement. “I don’t need doors for the photos. Just the sign.”

      Conrad grunted. She sure seemed innocent. “I’m just saying.”

      She gave him a look and turned back to the window.

      By now he figured he didn’t have to worry about being drawn into her web. The expression on her face said she wasn’t planning to cozy up to him anytime soon, either. Well, he supposed it was for the best.

      He took a few steps farther away from her.

      His uncle walked over and leaned closer to him. “You could be a little nicer. She might be your calendar lady.”

      His uncle’s voice was low and Katrina couldn’t hear them.

      “She is the calendar lady,” Conrad said.

      “Really? Then that means—”

      “It means nothing. I was joking when I said what I did. There’s no miracle answer to prayer going on here.”

      “But—”

      Conrad ignored his uncle. “The fact is, I’ve been thinking I should ask Tracy at the Quick Clip in Miles City out to dinner.”

      “Really? Linda at the diner said you two might make a couple.”

      Conrad nodded. He was glad to see someone else had some sense. “We’d be comfortable together.”

      “Comfortable?” Uncle Charley exclaimed with a frown.

      Katrina turned around and looked at them in puzzlement.

      “Nothing’s wrong,” Conrad said to her and she went back to her window Then he turned to СКАЧАТЬ