Dear Lady

Dear Mary,
New Prospects, Montana, is nothing like England – so terrifying and beautiful at the same time, and much larger than I dared imagine when you and I first embarked on our adventures in the New World.
I have had the good fortune of becoming the town’s schoolmistress. Young Janie Steele is as precious as I imagined from her letters. As for her father, Garret Steele . . .
Oh, I feel like such a fool! I’ve run halfway around the world to escape a man I loathed, only to discover I’m losing my heart to a man still in love with the wife he buried.
The mayor, kind man, has been most attentive. But I wish he were someone else.
I wish he were Garret.
With affection,
Your friend Beth Wellington
In the big-sky country of Montana, the past doesn’t always stay buried. Circumstances have a way of forcing secrets into the open, sometimes bringing hearts together in unlikely ways, and sometimes tearing them apart