I nodded.
“I found the box and the survey.”
Jack gave a slow grin.
“Good.Then you already know. Most people out here think this land’s just pretty scenery. But your Grandma Rose, hell, she was smarter than the geologists I worked with overseas. She knew exactly what was under our boots.”
“You knew Rose?” I asked, surprised.
He chuckled.
“Not personally. She died before I moved here. But everyone in these parts knows the stories. Tough as nails. The kind of woman who could argue a county commissioner under the table and still bake a pie before sundown. She passed that toughness to your
dad. And now, I guess, to you.”
I leaned forward.
“Jack, tell me straight. If Megan finds out about what’s under this land, how bad could this get?”
He didn’t hesitate.
“Bad. Families tear themselves apart over less. Developers will swarm like vultures if they sniff money here. You’ll need a good lawyer and thicker skin than you already have.”
