Seasons of Pine Valley
"Come by my house later this afternoon. I live up in the nearby mountain woods—hard to miss, it's the only place up on the ridge built entirely of thick cedar logs and river stone. I’ll give you a proper tour of the area, and we can talk about getting that barn roof secured before the spring rains."
"That sounds wonderful," Kat agreed with a grateful smile. "I'll see you later this afternoon then."
Continuing her walk toward the eastern boundary of town, Kat caught the fresh, sharp scent of pine water drifting on the mountain breeze. She followed a paved incline downward and suddenly gasped. Hidden beyond a dense line of ancient pine trees was a breathtaking, crystal-clear body of water stre