For almost four years, men came to my cabin carrying trouble on their backs, each one haunted and looking over his shoulder . . . They showed up during the spring, they appeared in the summer and early fall. But never now, never in January . . . Winter, 1888. Utah Territory. As glovemaker Deborah Tyler awaits her husband's long-anticipated return home, a desperate stranger arrives on her doorstep asking for help.Everything about the man feels wrong. Deborah is sure he's on the run from the law, and the deputies chasing him can't be far behind. But to turn him away on this bitter January night could risk his life. With her husband's absence felt stronger by the minute, Deborah must make a decision. A decision that will change her life forever . . . 'Weisgarber's exploration of a woman struggling to satisfy her conscience is telling and touching' Sunday Times'As stark and touching as the lives described, as tense and testing as the Utah backlands where it's set, as fine as any fiction you will read this year' Jim Crace