"Who lived here?" Steven asked, slowing his pace now that they'd reached level ground. Emma reached back to be sure her braid wasn't coming undone. "Just some homesteaders. I don't know what their names were." Steven released her hand and gave the remains of the house a thorough assessment, as though it might be important to remember what he saw. "It must have been nice, living out here--just a man and his wife, and maybe a couple of kids." "It must have been lonely," Emma countered. "Besides, you don't know what this lake is like in winter--it freezes solid in some places. These people might easily have been marooned here for weeks at a time." She shivered, even though there were bees buzzing in the warm May air. "I imagine they found things to do," Steven said quietly. He held out a hand to Emma, and she went to him, just as she always did. Emma flushed as she lowered her eyes, unable to help picturing herself and Steven in such a situation. "I imagine," she conceded. Just"