Chapter Three
Edna Grey placed the box she had carried in from the shed down on the dining room table in the cabin that had once belonged to her friend, Abby Tanner. She had been shocked when the paperwork had arrived in the post from the attorney in Wyoming, giving her the cabin and surrounding land.
She knew deep down that she would always think of this as Abby’s mountain. She had been friends with Abby’s grandparents and had immediately been drawn to Abby when her mother had left her with them. Although she was in her mid-sixties, she knew she didn’t feel or act it, a fact that drove her own daughter crazy at times.
Her hair was a beautiful white-gray with strands of silver through it. Shelly had grumbled that no woman in their sixties should have hair that thick and glossy. Edna cou
