It was 1883. Lorrie McDonald packed up what little she had left and threw it in the back of her buggy. Why won’t they leave me alone? She thought back to when she was only twelve years old and her parents were murdered. That was 1865, so long ago. Why do they hate me? Hardened by her past, there were no tears in her eyes as she gathered her belongings. Men from town had paid her and Ghost Badger a visit late at night. They burned her house to the ground, but Lorrie escaped, which sent the men who did it running for their lives. The Scorpion Lady was on the loose, setting out to track down each one of them and make them pay for what they’d done. As she drives her buggy away from the ashes of her home, all she has left is the clothes on her back, Ghost Badger’s knife, her pa’s old pistol, the rifle she took from the man who killed her parents and, most of all, her prized A jar full of really mad scorpions. She went back to Fort Sill pregnant with Ghost Badger’s baby and his gold under her seat. Morgan Spencer, Fort Sill’s doctor, had offered her a job where she could live at the infirmary. She knew the doctor cared for her. She had felt it when they said goodbye. Morgan had never been anything other than a gentleman to her, but then she had only known him for a short while. If he tried to take advantage of her, she still had those scorpions.