And they toiled three full days
seeking a place to cross the river
which snarled through gorges
offering no respite or forgiveness.
Jod said it was payback
like the weight of the notes in the bag
wearing sores on his shoulders-
Red looked up at the sky and swore.
When the third day slipped into the fourth
staring into their feeble fire
Jod saw cornfields sway in the flames,
asked Red if they'd ever go home.
With the black bag sat squat at his feet
Red laughed, spat, then looked away.