Deborah Grace Staley

Grady__ a man of action who craves excitement and needs plenty of activity, and he__ seen precious little of either in the ten or so years he__ been our sheriff. Well, let__ just say that since Candi Heart came to town, he__ had plenty to keep him busy, what with the stream of crimes that follows her around. And then there__ the mystery surrounding the woman herself. Suffice to say, Candi__ not quite what she appears and leave it at that.

A curiosity_._._. no, a need for a different kind of communion. One with people not of the mountain, but rather the outsiders of the Ridge. She couldn__ explain the call of Angel Ridge. Women before her, like her mother, had experienced the same longing, had tried to assimilate with the people below the mountain and had been cruelly rejected, returning to the mountain to live a singular existence.

Shivering as she gripped the handle, she looked around the cabin one last time. The uneasiness was still there. Why wouldn__ it leave her be?

The town stood witness to her fall As she crashed to the earth Exposed and utterly vulnerable Her secret lives, lies and truths Stained her skin and lay in mounds at her feet Her foes sat in judgment as a jury, But love came_._._. with gentle hands Love dried her tears Love covered her shame Love sheltered her with compassion Love accepted her anyway Love embraced her Love welcomed her home.