When Alice Graham came back to look at the sale property at the base of the Smoky Mountains in Greenbrier, it was absolutely not because of that recurring dream of the cowboy.  She'd seen him high on the ridge-top in the winter and felt a peculiar drawing and attraction flash between them - but she certainly never expected to see him again.  When she did, a month after buying the rural property, that odd attraction surprisingly still sizzled in the air.