A shortage of officers during the Korean War resulted in a capable Master Sergeant being assigned to construct a bomb-scoring site from scratch. Besides the lack of infrastructure he must over come: an insane but powerful rancher and his evil cowpoke, a demented sheepherder, a spooky Indian and a succubus determined his love life with a charming widow.

Seeing Clint come in, Lorena practically danced up to him. "I've been telling you Clint, and you wouldn't listen to me. Since you were so slow, yesterday Mom went off to Glasgow with Harlan Altman the preacher's brother. You may be out of the picture." Clint staggered and clutched his chest. "Oh no, no! Don't tell me I'm too late again. Oh no, I can't stand it. I'll just be forced to marry one of my girls in Grand Eclipse...the one who is having my baby." He fell onto a chair, buried his face in his arms and wailed. "Oh the injustice of it. Shot down by a preacher's brother. Oh, I'll never live it down. I hope my shame doesn't carry over to my unborn son. Oh, how can I go on living? Lorena stood aghast with her hands to her face. Kline and Jewel about fell out of their chairs laughing. Lorena turned toward them. "How can you guys laugh about anything so serious?" That started them off again. She finally got the picture when she turned back to see Clint grinning from under his sling and arm. "Oh you guys! You're just so hateful!" When Clint sat up grinning wider she rushed over and slapped his face. He was so helpless he didn't try to stop her.

The author is a retired USAF officer who has had six novels published. He and his wife live in Virginia near Fort Monroe. His seven years experience as an enlisted man gave him a back ground to write this novel.