The rains will come soon. The roads will wash out and the rivers will grow.
I thought maybe not being from around here you didn’t know.
I know about that.
On the fringes of the frontier, a messenger embarks on an arduous journey to collect a debt from a man he’s never met. Friends set out to atone for a mistake that can’t be undone. Strangers look for a little bit of comfort wherever they can find it.
This is the Soho Rep. edition of the text.