An inheritance is a funny thing – you never know when you’re gonna get one, and even then you don’t always know what it’s worth. It’s 1920, and Grandpa just passed on. All that’s left of his property is a few hundred acres and the old barn that he loved. He was convinced that his farm sat on a deep oil field, but everyone would say “Oil? In this part of Texas? Yer crazy!” Now you have a choice – keep the land or sell it for peanuts – and the sale goes through in an hour. Before that happens, you get to take one last look in the barn to see what Grandpa was working on all those years. Who knows – maybe Grandpa left you some worthless dirt, but maybe, just maybe he left you a few million barrels of Black Gold.