Welcome to Zinctown, Arizona. Population: dwindling. Altitude: 6,400 feet. Zinc: all gone.
Brad has a three-day option to buy a ghost town perched on a mountain gorge and connected to civilisation by a bridge that's one gust of wind from catastrophe. His plan: host a pharmaceutical company's convention of dentists, impress them with cowboys, campfires, the Arrow of Fellowship and the Bonfire of Woe, and somehow not get anyone killed.
He has not planned for a buffalo with altitude sickness, an old prospector with a mule carrying two hundred pounds of explosives, a U.S. Marshal who can't improvise, a young dentist from Brooklyn who believes cucumbers are an anaesthetic, a pornographic blowfish, and a hundred trillion dollars of gold hidden in the one place nobody thought to look.
David Mamet sets his sights on pharmaceutical conventions, cowboy mythology, the American dream, and dentistry - and misses none of them.