After being saved miraculously from certain death, Bill heads north for Paso Robles where his brother's band of survivors were scattered by a violent gang of cowboys who control the town. Bill didn't want to go to Paso Robles. Bill had history there. A history he could never let go of.

Basically, a history where a cowboy stole his girlfriend right from under Bill's feet and Bill could, and did, nothing about it. For years Bill lived in the shadow of the shame of it all. But could that cowboy still live there? Nah.

Regardless, Bill heads to Paso Robles and after a night of heavy drinking wakes to find that his friends have vanished without a trace. His only clue to their whereabouts may lie with a migration of minimalist pilgrims, who travel to a castle where the Prophets Elijah and Enoch gather their followers for the Second Coming. With nothing really left to do, Bill heads to the castle and joins the cult, hoping to infiltrate their ranks and rescue his friends. There's only one hitch to Bill's plan: these prophets can call down fire from heaven.