When Zoe Nichols, the newbie BLM officer in Eagle Ferry, Alaska, is accidentally assigned to a land-lease lottery—picking a name from a jar to see who gets to lease a tract of federal wilderness—she does it fairly. Instead of giving it to Sebastian Fisher, the oil tycoon who controls the town, she draws the name of Heller Mason, patriarch of a clan of well-armed environmental zealots who have lived there for over a century. Fisher pressures her into offering Mason $100 million to obtain an easement for his gas pipeline, but Heller refuses to let big fossil fuel companies poison the land. Fisher’s mercenaries, led by Venezuelan heavy Urso, blockade the Masons to prevent them from filing the lease fee by the ten-day deadline—after which the parcel will fall under Fisher’s control. Plagued by alcoholism and guilt over her family’s death in a car crash, Zoe initially sits on the sidelines, but she’s a Marine combat veteran and can’t resist joining the good fight on the Masons’ side. Assisted by investigative reporter Daniel Reeves and Native Alaskan U.S. Army vet Guwaii (a crack shot and spiritual counselor), Zoe takes command of the Mason militia and girds for a showdown with Fisher, Urso, and their dozens of gunmen. Reece’s yarn depicts an atmospheric and slightly noirish small-town Alaska that’s visually gorgeous but harsh (in short: mosquitoes and frostbite) with suitably flinty inhabitants: “‘Alaska doesn’t lie,’ [Urso] said. ‘It promises death if you’re weak, survival if you’re strong.’” The action is gripping, balancing precise physical movements with gory results. Zoe is an appealing mix of sodden pathos and hard-bitten leatherneck and also proves to be a captivating center of attention.