C.W. Sughrue has been gut-shot and left to die and is, for the first time in his life, actually scared--which makes him angry. Milo Milodragovitch has been robbed of his three-million dollar inheritance by a pipsqueak banker and a butch lady poet; he's not scared at all, just pissed. In a spiffy suit and a red Cadillac, Milo trails his thieves to the Mexican border, where the community consists of "three kinds of drug smugglers, six different breeds of law dogs, and every kind of criminal ever dreamed up"--that is, bordersnakes. When Milo and Sughrue cross paths, they head off together on a dope-smoking, trash-talking, hard-drinking, blood-spattering roadtrip across the West.