Thirteen
Ruthie’s favorite memory from the Lost Harbor Volunteer Fire Department silent auction was the time her mother had bid on a year’s worth of alpaca wool from the Hannigan farm. Every month a shipment had arrived at their house and she’d helped her mother card the raw wool, then spin it into yarn. To this day she still wore sweaters her mother had made from that alpaca.
Lost Harborites donated all kinds of items to the auction—kayak trips, Last Chance pizza parties, gift certificates to the Nightly Catch, baby Aroostook chicks. This year, for the first time, the committee had decided to put the town’s best resource—single men—up for bid.
The idea came from Nate Prudhoe, who’d happened to be in Talkeetna on his and Bethany’s honeymoon. They’d stumbled across the legendary Winterfe
