A skittish packhorse stood over his fallen rider "Hello, sweet Carolyn," sighed the delirious man she found. He not only knew her name, he had the photograph she'd thought lost with her husband in a South-East Asian prisoner-of-war camp. But as soon as she read the label on the pills tucked inside his saddlebags, she knew. He was Big Mike Flemming, the man her son was named after, the stranger her husband had willed his half of their Rocky Mountain retreat to. Yet after the initial shock Carolyn found she did not mind sharing the peaceful mountain air with this man. Somehow, it seemed so right - as if it were meant to be...