There it was again, that touch!

Her eyes opened wide, but she was in such a torpor she could not move. She could look only into the eyes of "Dr." Josh, a gentle man who was trying so hard to make her feel better, and succeeding. His eyes were bright and fixed on hers. The gentle touch again, and again, only firmer now...

"Please," Lillie protested. She lifted a languid arm. She was supposed to say, "Don't do that," but she did not have the strength or the desire.

The touch became even firmer, and she gasped, closed her eyes...

Was he a god or a devil? A dedicated healer or a greedy charlatan? The doctors didn't have the answers, but half the women in town could have told them.

Joshua Noah was a big handsome stranger with a voice that caressed your mind and a pair of hands that worked magic. Nobody knew where he came from, who he was, or what really happened in all those other towns before he settled down in Monroe to practice his strange healing art.