Private eye Trade Ellis, part cowgirl, part Apache, has her hands full running her Arizona ranch.  But when Victoria Carpenter, the famous romance writer, shows up with gruesome stories about repressed childhood memories, all going back over thirty years, Trade jumps at the chance to take the case.

Victoria's flashbacks include her father's so-called Sporting Club and its not-so-innocent picnics, where the wives talked, the children played...and the husbands made a brutal sport of hate and death.  She's convinced that her father and his hunting buddies were racist killers.  But how do you investigate decades-old crimes?  Especially with no bodies, no police reports, and the only accuser a woman who makes up stories for a living and who was only five years old at the time.  When the threatening phone calls begin and a cross is set ablaze on Trade's ranch, it soon appears there will be at least two more bodies they won't have to dig out of the past- Victoria's...and Trade's.