The world has run short of fresh water, and the great Dune Sea spreads across the west:
From space it seems a canyon. Unhealed yet scar-tissue white, a wound yawning latitudinal between the sluice grafts of Los Angeles and the flaking, friable, half-buried hull of Las Vegas (114)
Into this world head a dysfunctional family, two drifters who have overstayed California, and a foundling baby. They hope to make it to the other side, but the great Dune Sea, Amargosa, has other plans and peoples.
