A widow inherits an old spring property and the fortune tied to it, drawing the suspicion and greed of everyone around her. As she fights to hold onto what is hers, buried secrets about her late husband and the land begin to surface.
Help! Help me! Well, look who it is. Guess this time it's your turn to save me. Do you want a different life?
The ground all around this spring has been fed by a living vein. longer than this town has stood. Clear away these stones and you'll grow something worth real money. Mayor, I want to lease the wasteland by the old spring.
Nora, you've got the nerve to make a couple hundred look like two thousand. And even if you did, what's going to grow on a pile of rocks? You'd just be throwing your money away. Mayor, I had exactly one plot to my name.
And her father-in-law made me sell it to square Cody's debts. There's nowhere else in this town to break ground. So that's where I plant. You drew a short straw getting Earl Gibble for a father-in-law, didn't you?
All right, the land's yours. Keep your money. You've got enough to worry about without a lease fee. Thank you, Mayor. but I don't want to be seen taking advantage.
People talk enough as it is. Fair enough. Because the day you grow anything in that dirt, the jealous ones will be out here making noise.
I'll set you the lowest lease rate this town's got. It's $200, just to make it official. And I'm writing the term as five years, so nobody can kick up a fuss.
Sound fair? Thank you, Mayor. Nora, are you out of your mind? I hear you made a few bucks off those tomatoes.
Instead of holding on to it, you go and lease a rock pile? Exactly. What's going to grow on a pile of rocks? Stop embarrassing yourself. Go cancel that lease.
I already sold my land to bail you out. What more do you want? if i don't break this ground are you gonna feed me now you listen here you you think i'm a curse remember
if you're so scared of my bad luck why come sniffing around a widow leave before i lose my temper i'll say this once nora if you grow so much as one ear of corn on that rock pile I'll change my last name to Hayes!
Tomorrow. Tomorrow I plant. aunt. Nora, Nora, drop that. You got to get home. Something terrible's happened. Beth, what is it? What's wrong? I can't explain it all now. Just go. If you're too late, it's over.