Krista was feeling a little restless on a nice sunny morning. She had a few hours to kill before Maggie would call her in to do her schoolwork. Because of being homeschooled, the farmhouse, the yard, and the Rappahannock River in the Great Beyond, as she liked to call it, were all she knew of …
The river wrote its name on me a long time ago. Not with a pen. With rocks, cold shock, and that deep, thunder-in-your-ribs sound you feel before you hear. The Rappahannock River signed me in permanent ink. Back then we were a crew of water-dumb kids who thought gravity was a dare. We’d climb, count, …