David Burkitt is a man of Faith. Not throw-away-your-pills Faith or annoy-people-on-streetcorners Faith. His is a quiet Faith. The kind of faith that lets a person pronounce "Job" the way it is pronounced in the Bible without ever wondering why, if God wanted it pronounced that way, he didn't put an "e" on the end.
But David's calm, stable world is shattered when his angelic, loving wife, Glenda, vanishes. She's left him, suddenly and for no apparent reason! Then things get weird as more and more people seem to know more about David's wife than David does, including--shockingly--the crude, bigoted, possibly psychopathic redneck, Rolly Blaney.
Soon David, Blaney and a cast of crackpots are ricocheting through the Tennessee night in hot pursuit of Glenda, with David doing some very un-Davidlike things along the way. By the time it's over, David will have broken a couple of commandments, experienced his first hangover, and will find himself at the Rally to Keep Tennessee Safe for Christianity covered with blood and waving a pistol.
And nobody is more surprised by it all than David Burkitt.