When the star runner for a local moonshine ring vanishes from every known route, a haunted sheriff with a family history in the trade must stop the deliveries and expose the leak in his own office before a single ambush destroys the people he swore to protect. Shorty Holbert’s mountains remember all the deals a man ever made. When the old man’s truck tires are found sliced, and his ’41 ends its run slammed into a bank, Sheriff Bobby Holbert is thrown into a case of old loyalties and new betrayals. The town knows its names—the Banks, the Cashes, the Holberts—and everyone has something to moonshine jars in barns, hauls behind false plates, and hearts that keep beating the way they always have.

Bobby wants one to keep his family safe and his life simple. But a deputy with a vendetta, an employee who’s been whispering to the wrong people, along with a young runner who can’t seem to stay out of trouble, make that impossible.

This is a story of second chances, love, and slow-burning justice—where roots run deep, and choices cut deeper. By the time the snow comes, everyone in Forkton will know what they’re willing to lose.

What price will a community pay to keep its secrets buried?