"Diamonds are a girls best friends...

...unless they're covered in blood."

Thorny Wallace is being pressured by old ghosts, both mountain ranges, and the women of the town who are looking for answers. An expected refuge isn't what it seems, and the rest of the world is holding its breath as the two motorcycle companies go head-to-head with "The Race of the Century." And it's right through her jurisdiction.

Bodies turn up—without a mark on them.

The summer heat turns up when the FBI comes calling.

And it doesn't help when it's Sunday and the Barefoot Posse has work to do.

If the Owens Valley seemed too tight for comfort before, the summer of 1943 was shaping up to be a doozy.

Now, if only Thorny could give away some of her jobs.