The Regrets of Cyrus Dodd
Revenge, death, deception… These are the things Cyrus Dodd has to overcome if he is to give Ruth the life he’s promised her. The problem is he’s got a prideful nature and when a seemingly innocuous argument leads to a bitter feud with his neighbor, his life changes forever. The plans he has falls by the wayside and before he finds a way to fix it, he comes to understand the meaning of regret.
In this early twentieth century family saga, two men come up against each other—both are iron-willed and stubborn. One will lose his farm; the other will lose his family. In a tale of betrayal, murder and revenge two West Virginia farmers will discover that being right does not necessarily mean being happy.
Believing he has lost everything Cyrus Dodd is forced to start over. He promises Ruth that this time it will be better, but the truth is he doesn’t know if it’s a promise he can keep.
Get off my land! – The Regrets of Cyrus Dodd
In early March, he put two of his fattest pigs in the wagon and headed over to the Jackson farm. “Let’s let bygones be bygones,” he told Virgil then said he’d brought two of the nearly grown pigs as a peace offering.
“I ain’t interested,” Virgil snapped. “Now get off my land!”
“This is double what you wanted,” Cyrus argued. “And these two are almost ready for market!”
Virgil squared his jaw and gave Cyrus a look that was hard and as unforgiving as the mountain itself. “You shamed me,” he snarled. “And that ain’t something I’m willing to forget!”
Feeling his back was to the wall, Cyrus bowed his head and said humbly. “I’m truly sorry for that. And seeing as how this was all my fault, I’m willing to make it three pigs, plus you get your choice of the litter.”
“Get off my land!” Virgil repeated.
“Aw come on Virgil, I’m giving you three pigs and it ain’t gonna cost you nothing. All you gotta do is open up the dam you got blocking my water.”
Virgil took his time answering. “It ain’t your water,” he finally said. “It’s mine! And I ain’t about to give it away for no three pigs. You bring me all nine and I might be willing to think things over.”
“Nine?” Cyrus shouted. “You crazy? I ain’t about to give you the whole damn litter just ‘cause you got a gripe stuck in your craw.” Before he stopped to think about the consequences he said Virgil could go straight to hell and stomped off.
Feeling he’d at long last gotten even with Dodd, Virgil stood there laughing. As Cyrus climbed back into his wagon Virgil called out, “You’d better take my offer right now ‘cause when you come back begging I’m gonna want all them pigs and a cow too!”
Cyrus turned, looked Virgil in the eye then spat on the ground. “I’d sooner starve to death than come begging to you!”
“You just might end up doing that,” Virgil laughed. “Yep, you sure enough might…”