Ranch Hand Wanted {Jack}

The speech about being grumpy didn't sit too well with me. Who was she to tell me what mood I was supposed to be in as long as I got the job done. There was no chance in hell that I'd put on a smile when my wife had been killed a few days ago. For nobody, especially not a girl, who grabs my ass without my consent. Who am I? A male whore?
On top of that she demands 6 hours which I'm afraid I cannot do because I'm still recovering.

With the paper in my hand I shrug and call after her. "You might be better off putting that flyer up again. As I said. I'm still recovering and when I do a job I want to do it properly."

'Don't forget a smile.' she says and walks away with all her flicking of her hair, swaying hips and flirtatious attitude, that I really didn't care for right now. Bad timing!
"Sorry, no smiles from me right now." I won't explain why. She'll simply have to deal with it and if she can't -no big loss.

A little irritated by the cheerful, flirty girl I walk back home thinking about how odd it is that I find her happiness and the fact she's attracted to me somehow irritating.

At home I meet my dad who's sitting out on our front porch nursing a cup of tea. At least he's well enough again to get out of bed even if he can't work yet.
"What have you been up to?" He wondered and motions for me to sit beside him.
Even just the small walk back home has me out of breath and my abdomen is protesting by stinging slightly. So I gladly take a seat and tell him. "The Andersons have hired a ranch hand so I can't go back until next month and then only part time." He raises his brows. "That's understandable. They need somebody to do the work now that you and Noreen are gone."
I nod but tell him why I'm worried. "We have barely any money left. I have to start working again as soon as possible."
He shakes his head. "Your mother is working at the neighbors homes. You should heal up properly before you go back to work. You're not helping anybody if that wound gets infected again and you have to go to the doctor. That'll cost more than you could possibly earn." His words make sense but I need to get out of the house and my mind on different subjects.
"I'm aware of that, dad. I'd only be doing half days."
He claps me on the shoulder instead of answering because he knows it's a lost cause arguing with me.