Doctor of Osteopathic Medicine Carrie Nelson has a calling: to help the Blackfeet Indians by volunteering at the tiny federal hospital outside of Glacier National Park and studying native medicine. Now the prestigious Roosevelt Award will cover her expenses and fund her research for a year. To her dismay, her father and her fiancé believe she is squandering her future. Both doctors, they want her back in Philadelphia, working in her father's comfortable practice.
Inspired by her beloved grandmother, a trail-blazing doctor who believes in holistic medicine, Carrie holds her ground. She resists her fiancé's stealth campaign to bring her home and falls in love with the Blackfeet people, the local medicine woman, and the spectacular though harsh land itself. Then there is Nate, the gifted young surgeon drawn to this remote area in Montana by a mysterious past.
Watched over by a she-wolf, Dr. Golden Hair is determined to find her rightful place in the universe. But what if the price of her quest is too high? Will it destroy her family, drive away her fiancé, and upend her promising career?
|Publisher:||Epicenter Press, Incorporated|
|Product dimensions:||6.00(w) x 9.00(h) x 0.60(d)|
About the Author
Robin Strachan's poetry, fiction, and nonfiction have been published in local, regional, and national publications for over thirty years. Born in Johnstown, Pennsylvania, she began her writing career as a reporter doing features. Since 1981, Ms. Strachan has served in executive and development roles in higher education, health care, and medical research. She holds a bachelor of arts degree with dual majors in English and philosophy. She is also a published poet and a professional artist. She makes her home in the Chicago area. For more information, go to: robinstrachanauthor.com.
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On a gorgeous Friday evening in mid-July, with most of the medical corps volunteers and their families in town and Indian Days in full swing, Carrie accompanied Dr. Jim and Lois to the powwow grounds to watch competitive dancing. The sacred campground was the hub of Indian Days, featuring a small stadium and bleachers. Over the loudspeaker, the voice of the announcer could be heard, introducing each event.
They walked around the festival, stopping to look at booths selling trinkets, jewelry, leather garments, and other carnival fare. As they entered the stadium, Carrie saw Nate sitting on one of the bleachers. It was the first time she had seen him in anything other than scrubs and sporting two days’ growth of beard. Tonight he looked dashing in dark navy jeans and a white dress shirt open at the neck. Although she found Tom attractive and sexy, Carrie’s first thought upon seeing Nate was that he was the most handsome man she had ever seen. With his light-brown curls, show-stopping blue eyes, and muscular physique, he could have been an actor playing the part of a television surgeon.
“Carrie, over here!” Nate’s face lit up when he saw her. He beckoned her to join him on the bench. Dr. Jim and Lois stopped to talk with a group of volunteers, leaving Carrie and Nate alone.
“I’m not used to seeing you in anything other than scrubs,” she said. “I almost didn’t recognize you.”
“You clean up well, too,” he said with a grin. “Did your fiancé leave already?”
She grew quiet. “He was just here for the weekend.”
“So, is he okay with you staying here for a year?”
“No,” she said without hesitation. “But there’s a long line of people not happy with me over that decision. My father is mad that I didn’t start working in his practice like he expected me to. My mother is just now able to speak to me without crying. The truth is Tom came here to talk some sense into me. It just happened to sound more like an ultimatum.”
“That bad?” Nate looked at her. “They should be proud of you.” He smiled. “I am.”
“Thanks.” She smiled back. “My grandmother is proud of me, but that’s a story for another time. The bottom line is that I made a choice that may end up ruining my lifeor so I’m told. My father may never speak to me again, and my fiancé is telling me I have a decision to make, and we know what that is.”
“Hmm. If it’s any comfort, my mother still cries on holidays when I see her. And my fiancée, Marisa, broke up with me over my coming here. Hindsight being twenty-twenty, I think it was probably for the best. She would’ve hated these long hours. I’m doing far more surgeries here than I ever did back home.”
“I bet. You probably see a lot of broken bones from falling off horses … or cliffs.”