Randall Stargill's four sons have gathered at their mountain farm to build a coffin for their dying father. His passing causes a dilemma for his sons, who must come to terms with their dysfunctional family, and also decide what to do with the farm, which has been Stargill land since 1790. Only Clayt, the youngest, a naturalist and Daniel Boone reenactor, who loves the land like a latter-day pioneer, wants to save the farm from a real estate developer bent on despoiling the mountain. For Appalachian wise woman Nora Bonesteel, Randall's sweetheart of long ago, his imminent death poses another problem: the small box that must be buried with Randall, as she tells his family. When the Stargills open the box and find the bones of a child, sheriff Spencer Arrowood is brought into the matter, but Nora refuses to say where she obtained the bones, or to whom they belonged. The sheriff dreads charging Nora bonesteel for murder, even more than he dreads evicting his old friends the Stallards from their farm, which has been bought for unpaid taxes by a developer. But land is more than a place to the people of the Southern mountains-land is who they are, as much blood kin as the folks in the family cemetery. Their Celtic forbears were willing to die for the land, as were the Cherokees who came before the settlers. Now the settlers' descendants must lose the land-but, as always, someone will die in the process.