Dennis Covington's father made only one investment in his life, and it was an unfortunate one - two and a half acres of an inland Florida real-estate scam. The entire area, swamp, prairie and palmetto thicket, lay raw and unsurveyed until it was illegally claimed and fenced in by The Hunt Club, a group of gun-toting, talk-radio-listening, anti-government zombies. His father's acres were not only worthless, they were barred by armed guards. This sorry patch of land was Covington's only inheritance.
Deed in hand, he leaves his wife and daughters in Birmingham, Alabama and journeys into the Wild West of the Florida interior to claim his land. But the more determined he becomes to redeem his inheritance and share his father's dream with his own children, the more it seems that his true legacy is bad judgement in real estate. The parcel in question is so small and worthless that the timeless and soulful question, "Who will inherit the land?" turns to a rueful self-mockery. In a tale filled with characters drawn from a bizarre Florida more like Flannery O'Connor's Georgia, Covington finds himself embroiled in a shadow culture of myth, ritual and bloody denouements. His life is threatened, his truck torched, and his small cabin shot up and vandalized, but he clings to his inheritance with heartbreaking tenacity.