Eleven year old Vicki Taggart knew her father did strange things at night, things she heard from her bedroom window. The white sheets the men wore hid their faces but the voices were familiar. Other sounds were truck doors falling open and men grunting as they lifted heavy objects. Shovels were dragged in the dirt as men moved into the family owned cornfield. Vicki saw the dead bodies only once when she found the nerve to peek from behind her curtain. Any questions she had were quickly hushed away by Mama as a bad dream and a warning that Big Daddy's business was not for her childish consideration. The bright daylight and the shrill crow of Rusty the rooster joined her in welcoming another day but her night time memory would not be denied as evident by the boot prints in the yard. But what Vicki witnessed on that warm southern night in the small town of Piney, Georgia would propel her into an unspeakable betrayal that would follow her into adulthood and send her on a journey of redemption.