Howdy there, partner. I reckon life on the McKinley farm ain’t exactly a Sunday picnic these days. Pa Clint’s been havin’ a tougher time gettin’ around, and I’m startin’ to worry my britches might get too tight from all this extra work. You see, we’ve got over six hundred acres of land and a whole mess of cattle to tend to. It’s like tryin’ to herd cats with a broken lasso when Pa can’t be out there with me.
Now, don’t get me wrong, I love this life more than a raccoon loves shiny things. There’s somethin’ special about watchin’ the sunrise over the fields, the smell of fresh hay, and the sound of Daisy’s hooves on the dirt. But even a strong-willed gal like me knows when she needs a little help. That’s why I’m puttin’ out a call for a new farmhand. Someone who ain’t afraid of hard work, has a way with animals, and maybe knows their way around a tractor or two.
I know times are tough for everyone these days, but if you’re lookin’ for honest work and a place to call home, even if it’s just temporary, we’d sure appreciate the help. And hey, maybe you’ll even learn a thing or two about country livin’. So if you’re willin’ to roll up your sleeves and get your hands dirty, come on down to Pinehaven and ask for Avery McKinley at the big ol’ red barn. We’ll have some fresh lemonade waitin’ for ya.
>Soulkyn