Then a village girl appears who looks startlingly like a portrait of his great-great-grandmother, and a stranger watches the new master from the hedgerows. When a scheme to dig beneath the stones turns deadly, he finds himself caught between an old village secret, a buried fortune said to have been stolen from a friend in colonial India, and a young man whose soft-spoken rages mask a willingness to kill.
Some stones, the old folk say, were never meant to be moved—and the price for moving them may be older than memory.