The swamp had no name and no landmarks: just cypress, Spanish moss, and alligators-and a wrecked plane with eighty thousand dollars inside it. The man who found the Money Plane could have any woman he wanted-even the deliriously carnal Dorry Mears-as long as he kept the source of his fortune a secret. But in the swamp no secret was ever safe. And neither was anyone who had Dorry for a mistress. An inspired hybrid of crime fiction and Southern gothic, Swamp Sister is Tobacco Road written in acid and hellfire, populated by the most outrageously venal and benighted characters ever to crawl out of the collective unconscious.