Go as a River

by Shelley Read

Every rock I threw at him taught him what I had learned: for every ounce of good in this world, two ounces of bad outweigh it. You can be a good girl, a good horse, you can obey, you can love, but don’t expect that if you do right then right will come to you.

Just as I had relearned on the edge of Iola that very day—what I suppose Wil must have known too—sometimes we simply cannot go back.