Welcome to the Saguaro Riptide Motel... It's a seedy little surf joint in Arizona where the not-so-elite meet-for the biggest disharmonic convergence since the invention of gunpower. Ex-boxing champ Jack "Battle-ax" Baddalach will be there. So will Muslim hit man Woodrow Saad Muhammad. Sheriff Wyetta Earp is due as well, she of the black belt and bad manners. And Major Kate Benteen, a bikini-clad war hero who was once an Olympic diver, is in room 23. Between them, they've got lots of fingers in a two-million-dollar mafia pie. Everyone wants the cash. Everyone's got a gun. And not even a guest appearance by a shotgun-toting Elvis impersonator will keep things from getting ugly...

Jack Baddalach's back, and he's got a job to do. Escort a Chihuahua named Spike across the desert from Palm Springs to Las Vegas. But this isn't any Chihuahua. Spike is under the protection of Freddie Gemignani, the shady casino owner who pays Jack's check. When Spike is dognapped by a band of machine-gunning women in black leather, Jack knows there has to be something bigger at stake. After all, it's a dog. Soon he's up to his fists in lowlifes—including a rattlesnake-handling preacher and the newly crowned heavyweight champion of the world. Surviving it all might get Jack a real life. And maybe one last shot in the ring for the greatest title on the whole damn planet.