Mama wept because I was born with a caul, a bit of birth membrane covering my face, much coveted by the superstitious. Aunt Weba, recognizing an opportunity when she saw one, said she knew a woman who would pay handsomely for the good fortune a caul was said to bring. Heaven knew, she scolded, Mamma could use every penny she could scratch up in those slack days with war over states’ rights and slavery looming. ‘Throw it into the fire, Weba’ Mamma is said to have wailed.. .and be quick. Don’t you try to fool me or this poor child will be cursed with second sight all her life.‘ Mamma might as well have taken the money because I’ve always had an uncanny sense of what others were thinking and planning, especially Dan who, though born without a caul, shares the gift, or curse. It has kept us close despite the distance that has separated us these long years. Young journalist, Frankie Walters, fears for the life of her brother Dan who is reporting on mining conflicts in the rugged mountain town of 19th century Leadville, Colorado. A reporter herself, Frankie will follow any clue–and her heart–wherever it leads to discover Dan’s fate.