A haunting refrain. When Ellie saw a figure in white at dusk, heard a fragment of music wafting on the evening breeze, she refused to be frightened. She was starting a new life at Wildhorse Mill and she wasn't going to let the spirits of the past touch her--not the death of her marriage, nor the death of Mandy, the old mill owner's wife. But some things can't be ignored. Ben Stapleton was one of them. At 6'2" he was hard to overlook, and as county sheriff he was the man to turn to in troubled times . . . a man Ellie found she could depend on. A man she could love.