Those Across the River

by Christopher Buehlman

I didn’t cross the river. I didn’t go because the woods didn’t want me in them. And I didn’t want to go alone.

“Those woods aren’t friendly,”

One of the hardest and truest things a grown-up learns is that sometimes it’s not okay.”

I have seen something in these trees, and something worse in others.

Where are your pants, my friend?

Because the bottom can always, and I mean always, be lowered.

Men who want revenge have no dignity. They have already died and sold everything.