Ricky Carter

For Freedom and Vengeance

I feel my heart plummet when Isabelle brings me to the top of the hill, like it was the final minor obstacle. We made it. “Oh Izzy,” I tell her, “you got us here.” A pat on her neck, and she whinnies softly. I’ve always wondered how well her instincts can inform her. Does she even know why we went through all that trouble, crossing seas and deserts to make it here?