Like a hot wind across the prairie, Race Logan blew into town one fated Fourth of July. And Kate Neely was caught in his storm. Loving him in an instant, she yearned for a shared forever with this man so wild and free. But how could she hope to hold fast the wind? Like a barefoot, Kansas-bred Eve, she beckoned, bearing a basket of apples. Drinking in Kate Neely's ripe, red-gold beauty, trail master Race Logan swore he'd found his own private Eden, where one bite could banish his loneliness and bring lasting love to his wanderer's heart!