“You’re Not a Dry Well,” the Mountain Man Said — Then He Carried the Childless Widow Into His Cabin
Chapter 1 The winter of 1884 came down on the Bitterroot Mountains like judgment, and Nora Voss was too tired to argue with it. Snow pressed against the walls of her half-finished cabin until the logs groaned. The roof leaked cold in three places. Frost feathered the inside of the windowpanes, turning the little room…
