It's small town Nebraska in the late 1970's and life in the small Midwestern town is quiet and uneventful. That's what Libby Marshall and Bobby Menedez think until Bobby's cousin, Ramon is beaten by a group of white boys. Racial tension is high after the beating and it's soon revealed that something quite evil lies hidden Under the Western Sky.
"The fact my little brother is tonsil diving with the girl across the street. Find a more secluded spot to feel her up, hermano. I could see you from the living room. What's Mamá going to say if she sees that? And Bitch Lady? She'll have the cops on you for statutory rape if you aren't careful," Maria scolded.
"I'm not eighteen yet."
"So? Neither is she. Who do you think would get in trouble? The nice Chicano boy, that's who. Remember who you are, Roberto Menendez, and don't you dare cross that line. Her mother may dote on you, and you may love one another with a love that transcends race, but the neighbors don't. You want to tongue f**k her, go inside. Clear?"
"Yeah, Mia. Clear."
"Good." Her tone and manner changed abruptly to polite conversation.
"Now then, did you have a good time?"