Jim Fairbanks, a fourth generation farmer, is a man of logic and actuality. He faces what he believes to be the end of the line, the end of an era, and what could possibly be the end of his existence. When what he takes for granted, what his wife and children depend upon, starts to slip away, making his future appear ominous and unsettled, something of a shimmer and glint presents itself from the obscured recesses. What happens when the land thrusts back, his ancestors push back, and everything he thought to be solid suddenly becomes fluid, without boundaries, and precedent? What does Jim learn about his ancestors, the land they settled, and the town they founded? More importantly, what does Jim learn about himself that might save not only his soul but also his entire family?