While trying to catch thieves, journalist Harry Horne finds that catching a bullet or a blond is more likely!

Mix:

One frightened blonde, eight chorus girls, a singer, and three strippers...

Hundreds of rancorous Reenactors itching to fight the Civil War all over again...

Harry Horne hot on the trail of a stolen million somewhere on the battlefield...

A dozen big-city mobsters with .45s in Civil War regalia hot on Harry’s trail...

It’s a recipe for excitement, sex, and lots of action.

Meet Harry Horne:

The ace reporter who can to lead you from...

The Sublime—a beautiful, frightened blonde all curled up in bed, knowing too much about a stolen million dollars for her own damn good, but oh so willing to forget about being good if only a certain heroic freelance writer, currently biting her left earlobe, would help her out of her current mess.

To the Ridiculous—a rowdy, rollicking barroom brawl between the Southland's sexiest strippers and the army's toughest trainees.

Inside the room were eight chorus girls, one singer, and three strippers. They had changed down from their performing attire, but they hadn't changed up into anything else—and suddenly every soldier came to rigid attention. It was glorious. It was beautiful. It was enough to make Harry cry. Why, at a time like this, did a guy like him have to watch soldiers instead of strippers—hoping a killer would show his hand?