I Said: "I Need a Ranch Job"... She Replied: "Before Hiring a Cowboy, I Asked God for a Husband"

Kansas 1889. Caleb Stone had [music] prayed in a lot of places he wasn't proud of. He had prayed in the back of freight wagons and in the corners of stables, on his knees in the mud of other men's corrals, asking God for work, for warmth, >> [music] >> for one more day of being useful to

somebody who would pay him at the end of it. He was 30 years old >> [music] >> and he had never once prayed for a home. It had never seemed like the kind of thing a man like him was allowed to ask for. He had spent his whole life working ground [music] that belonged to other

people, mending other men's fences, breaking other men's horses, [music] sleeping in other men's hay. Always needed, never kept. He had ridden four days [music] out of Dodge City on the word of a cattle operation near a town called Harmony Ridge that was said to be short of hands. The directions had [music] been thin.

Follow the wagon road past the burned church, turn at the cottonwoods, look for the white house with the green door. The burned church was there, [music] black timbers against the pale sky. The cottonwoods were there. And the white house with the green [music] door was there, too. Sitting on a rise above a good creek,

solid and square and cared for. The kind of place a person could tell had been [music] loved and was now being held together by somebody who refused, plain and simple, to [music] let it go. He tied his horse at the gate. He took off his hat before he even [music] reached the porch because his mother had

raised him to. And because some habits outlast the people [music] who teach them. He knocked. The woman who opened the door was [music] not what he expected. She was 27 years old, fair-haired, with steady [music] gray eyes that took the full measure of a man before they gave him anything back. She wore a plain work