The North Fork of the Flathead River and the nearby little settlement of Polebridge have refreshed and renewed my spirit since I first saw them decades ago. The setting gripped my curiosity and refused to let go. Up on the North Fork, I’ve heard the purling harmony of wolves, seen a herd of elk pour like water down a hillside, and watched a griz gorge on huckleberries. For twenty years, a cherished friend ran the Polebridge Mercantile and the Northern Lights Saloon, which doubled as a restaurant, without benefit of electricity. Her stories and formidable energy led me to the Glacier National Park Library to peruse recorded oral histories of the early mountain men and homesteaders. As a result, the North Fork is the setting for my next book, a historical novel inspired by panoramic views, colorful adventurers, and that clear river swirling and rippling endlessly through my inspired imagination.