The farm - it was now all his, held in trust till he was twenty-one. But it would still be in trust. that's what it meant to own the farm - you held it in trust, you looked after it, you cherished it. You were the guardian, like all the other guardians, stretching back in time ... the boundaries were more than lines on a map. Boundaries shifted in the gorge, till there were no boundaries at all, the lines between different times and different people so indistinct that everything seemed to merge. there is danger - the land is calling him and Martin must walk the boundaries again. What will he find on his journey? In this sequel to Walking the Boundaries Martin finds the shifting boundaries take him further than he could have imagined - deep into the future and further into the past.