Hoot and Hannah own Hanson Oil Company, a struggling company always strapped for money. The problem is that Hoot is an oil wildcatter. Hanna drives a souped-up and very noisy F-100 Ford pickup. Hoot drives a 2005, cherry red Ford Thunderbird convertible. Hanna likes to shop, and Hoot, every Saturday night, plays poker in the garage of a local judge. The family works together, plays together, and never misses a Friday night high school football game. They have it all, their precious twin daughters, the best damn bird dog in the state, and their friends.
Everything changes when one of Hoot’s wildcat wells strikes oil, a lot of oil, and with it, unimaginable wealth. The notoriety attracts the attention the feds and an unscrupulous attorney seeking to fund to establish a local cell of Islamic jihadists. A massacre occurs when the Islamic Jihad targets Hanson Oil for its first jihadist strike against America. Everyone, the feds, the banks, and the local Jihadist cell all miscalculated the wrath of Hoot, a laid-back oil wildcatter, and his feisty wife, Hanna who will go to any length to defend what’s theirs.