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.
I have heard it said – The Regrets of Cyrus Dodd
I have heard it said that a man who cries is spineless, a weakling not worthy of his salt, but this I can tell you, a man who has never shed a tear has not yet learned to love.
Love and sorrow come into your life hand in hand. I’m an old man now and over these many years I have seen more than my share of sorrows, some so great they brought me to my knees. But I have also loved and with such passion that it set my soul afire. Were you to ask me would I give up one to avoid the other, I would turn away.
What could I possibly give up? Certainly not my love of a woman much stronger and wiser than I. Ruth gave me reason to place one foot in front of the other and move forward into an uncertain future. When I could no longer see the road before me, she trusted in me and that trust forced me to stand taller. I also could not give up my love of the land; it is a thing I was born into.
A man cannot change who he is; he can only hope that with age comes the wisdom to see his folly. I would like to believe I have achieved that.
As I grow ever closer to the end of my time I look back at this life and tell you truthfully, the only thing I would wish to give up is the regret I’ve carried in my heart for all these years.
At long last I have come to realize the things I once counted as regrets were indeed blessings that I was too blind to see.
Mine has been a complicated life, a story worthy of telling, but to appreciate the end you have to go back to the beginning.