Arthur Stringer

[from dust jacket flap] When Claire Newcomb realized that her plane was going to crash with her up there in the great northern wilderness, she kept her head, loosened her safety belt and fell free of the wreckage. Bruised, cut, and more dead than alive, she held on to her courage and determined to fight her way out.

But everything seemed pitted against her. She could find no food, no trail, and only a lean gray timber wolf appeared to skulk in the shadows, watching her every movement.

She had given up hope of rescue when a white man came upon the scene. She could see at once that he came from her world, the civilized world where men protect women in distress.