Who's the guy to lead you from the sublime...
a beautiful, frightened blonde all curled up in bed -- knowing too much about a stolen million dollars for her own damn good, but oh-so willing to forget about being good if only a certain heroic freelance writer, currently biting her left earlobe, would help her out of this mess...
to the ridiculous...
a rowdy, rollicking barroom brawl between the southland's sexiest strippers and the army's toughest trainees __ a reenactment of a Civil War battle, with monsters disguised as Union soldiers and real bullets flying in every direction...
nobody but nobody but Harry Horne in FOLLOW THAT HEARSE!
by the author of END OF A J. D. and SOMEONE'S SLEEPING IN MY BED