Redemption Road

by John Hart

“The law, as you may have surmised, is equal parts theater and reason. The finest scholars might struggle in court, while mediocre thinkers excel. Logic and flair, and leverage where appropriate, such are the makings of a trial attorney.

I lie awake at night and imagine wind like it came from an oven. I see red stone and sand and long views of brown mountains.” She watched the girl. “Why do you suppose that is?” “It’s simple, isn’t it?” “Not to me.” “No mold, no mildew.” Channing closed her eyes and turned her face to the sun. “Nothing in the desert smells like a basement.”