Special thanks go to my sister, Bertha Jane Baldauf of Ewa Beach, Hawaii for reminding me I am a story-teller, and also to my husband, Arne, for his help with the manuscript. Also, thanks to Jon and Patty Bue of Homer, Alaska and Steve Bue of Anchorage, Alaska for their encouragement.
To my son, Paul H. Bue, and in loving memory of
his best friend: my mother, Eusebia C. Seegmiller.
Shirley S. Bue
Dawn filled the hills with purple mist. Ellie looked away, stared at unpaved side-roads her husband drove past, and worried. Where is he taking me? It was hard to see out in the dim morning light, especially with all the bugs that had died on the windshield. Each gray turn-off from the main road headed in all likelihood to dark green prison walls of trees. Already she missed her friends in the city and the activities at the club.