Rocky Mountain Miracle. Leona Karr

      As Scott came out of the drift of trees, he stopped, startled to see a figure dipping water from the swift-flowing stream into a bucket. Moonlight touched Allie’s blond hair like golden tinsel and as she stood up, Scott pulled back into the shadows.

      That halcyon summer they’d spent as much time together as they could. Sharing all their camp chores was one of the ways they could be together, and dousing the campfire had been one of them. Nightly they had walked down to the stream together to get water. Even now, he remembered the soft feel of her hand in his, and the way she’d looked up at him as they walked together to and from the stream. They hadn’t talked much. A soft laugh, a tender look and an amused smile were enough to convey an intimacy beyond words. That kind of closeness had been new to him that summer, and he’d never felt it with anyone else. Maybe some communion with another being belonged to the young and innocent.