Whitefish River Temptation Heat Beats Like a Drum

A voice. A singing voice. Something new that the woman would encounter.

It was peculiar, really. None of the mountain sang. They hollered in times of battle, of course— but not like this.

From afar, her piercing gaze watched. The stranger hunted for fish. A skill she had learned in her own way. But she watched them intently, hoping to learn the way they knew.