Edge reckoned it was the damnedest thing he'd ever come across: a fashionably dressed couple driving through the desert in a covered wagon complete with a brass bed and a grandfather clock. But he soon found out that all the mystery was locked up in the distorted mind of Mrs. Rochford, a woman as skilled in the pleasures of the flesh as she is in the more subtle manip¬ulations of her fellow men. She's a dame with a devious game plan. She's just hired Edge. And his troubles are just starting.