When a decent, regular guy in Virginia does his thieving neighbor a favor by driving him out to a seemingly abandoned farm to steal an old panel truck, the two spark the ire of the hidden, quasi-occult residents of the place who prove eager to inflict Old Testament vengeance on just about everybody in a story of moral anxiety, misguided romance, and the age-old wages of sin.

"No one alive, certainly no one in his native South, is writing quite like T.R. Pearson." The Los Angeles Times