BUYING THE FARM

<p><strong style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>I'm fine. <em>That Southern expression which says I am spiraling madly out of control but don't you worry sweetheart.</em></strong></p><p><br></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Welcome to Liberty Georgia. Population 2424. 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.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>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.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>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.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>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.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>An opportunity in which she (her mother and her senior citizen friends) could make a killing... selling dead body parts on the black market.</span></p>