The three young men leant on the old farm gate and gazed down at the valley below, one was hardly out of his teens and another thinking of his upcoming marriage and the third, the eldest of the three dreaming of the day when all this land would be his. Inside the house an old will lay open on the table the manner of its appearance was strange and its contents would have far reaching effects. An older man in his late eighties turned away from the table and spoke in a harsh voice It will be the ruin of us all. Above the farm the moorland heather was in full bloom in contrast to the great grey walled prison with its barbed wire topped walls, the prison had become so much a part of everyone's life. It was on one Sunday morning that the youngest son learnt that his much older brother was returning and claiming his inheritance. With a barely controlled voice David turned to his father You knew, all this time. Those that have known will pay dearly for this deceit. With a growing hatred in his heart David left the farm and a chance meeting with his brother many years later brought it all back, and this time it wouldn't go away. The dialogue is sharp paced, with actions that will leave the reader unable to put the book down.
