I promised to make it better – The Regrets of Cyrus Dodd
When I came to this land I believed it was where I would spend the rest of my days. Even before Ruth and I were married I could imagine us raising a family—sons, who would one day work the land beside me, and daughters to keep their mama company. I figured once our kids were grown up and ready to get married we’d finish clearing the North Field and build another house or two over there.
Because of Virgil Jackson, those dreams are gone. There is little we can look forward to other than an uncertain future.
It pains me not to see him pay for what he’s done, but there is nothing more I can do—not without causing Ruth more pain than she has already endured.
As sorry as I feel for myself, I feel even sorrier for her. I know she’s afraid of staying and equally as frightened of going. Just as this land is a part of me, this house is a part of her. Selling off these things piece by piece is like cutting away chunks of her heart.
I promised to make it better, but only God knows whether or not that’s promise I’ll be able to keep.
The one thing I do know is that I’ll never stop trying. With all Ruth has gone through she deserves at least that.