It would just figure! Eve Bailey would have the rotten luck to drop in on a body and a thirty–year–old mystery. And darn it all, Carter Jackson would be the sheriff determined to take on the cold case and Eve. In high school he had been one tall drink of water, and nothing had changed not his smouldering eyes, his cowboy swagger or the way Eve felt about him. The Whitehorse sewing circle would surely be putting in overtime "quilting" sessions down at the community centre, speculating whether Eve and Carter would have a second chance.

But gossip was the least of Eve's problems. One of their own was desperate to keep local secrets buried deep in the Montana mountains. There would be an old–fashioned showdown when the truth was revealed . And anyone could get caught in the crossfire.