PINT-SIZED, PRETTY... Small as she is, Abby Parker holds her head high and her shoulders square. A real lady isn't supposed to throw a knife, swear like a sailor, or come-to Colorado alone—Abby does all three. She is searching for her missing traveling-salesman uncle, and a little thing like propriety isn't going to stop her as she arrives in Dangling Rope (pop. 12—if you don't count the buzzards). AND PURE TROUBLE. Tracing her uncle's route, Abby takes his stock of cosmetic preparations and becomes a peddler too. The trail ends in this mining town, and a whirlwind of feelings begin. Causing a riot at the bawdy house, and cajoling warpaint recipes from the Indians, she is the wild, new woman of the Old West, tempting the sheriff to throw her in jail—or into his bed. Now desire and danger are like a powder keg in Dangling Rope—and this intrepid traveling lady is the explosive flame....