"I'm fine." That Southern expression which says, "I am spiraling madly out of control, but don't you worry, sweetheart." Welcome to Liberty, Georgia. Population 2,424. Sweet old Ruth Chambers passed away after a lengthy illness, so that number might be off by one or two. The sign hasn't been updated in a while. Everybody knows everybody and their business. There's a town square and two traffic lights. One on the way into town and one on the way out. Nothing bad ever happens here. Frances Hunt is at her breaking point. She has a hellraising teenaged son and a mother, who is nearly eighty going on eighteen. Thanks to a failed chicken house business, Frances and her mother are about to lose the farm, which has been in the family since the Civil War. With mounting medical bills, a surprise grandchild on the way, and foreclosure looming, Frances discovers a new opportunity to harvest. And it's going to cost her an arm and a leg to save it. An opportunity in which she (her mother, and her senior citizen friends) could make a killing... selling dead body parts on the black market.