Aliens have abducted Charlie Ragsdale.
Anyway, that’s what Charlie’s brother, Coke Ragsdale says, having walked ten miles in a blizzard to beg for help from Fyffe, Alabama Sheriff, J.T. McLemore, who may have had a close encounter of his own when he was stung by an otherworldly yellowjacket as a child and nearly died.
J.T. doesn’t believe Coke, a well-known lying scumbag, nor does he believe in extraterrestrials, but the FBI does. The Feds want to know all about the Ragsdales and they want Sheriff McLemore to help them with what they say is a dangerous space-worshipping cult coming to Fyffe—a place in the national news for the thirtieth anniversary of a historic UFO sighting.
J.T. is over-matched. A crazy cult, a snake-handling preacher, the media, the FBI, and a possible alien visitation are converging on his hometown, in the middle of a 500-year snowstorm. No, Sheriff McLemore doesn't believe in UFOs, but the lights in the sky have been watching him for years and they don't care what he believes.