Things look pretty bleak for Frenchy LeDroit when he gets out after seven months in the Spearfish County Jail. His car is gone. He only has eight bucks and change. His business of selling bootleg beer to underage drinkers, gone. He has no job; he’s up to his neck in trouble with his parents and could get thrown out at any time. There are a lot of asses that need kicking, and there’s no one to help him. One of his best buddies has stabbed him in the back, and the other one isn’t going to be much help. His girlfriend has turned into a carpet muncher. No beer. How is he supposed to get along without any beer? Before jail he and his buddies had been riding on top of the world, and that’s gone now too. What else could go wrong?

Frenchy has yet to learn that when you're at the bottom of a hole, the only way out is up.