Samara

The rains will come soon. The roads will wash out and the rivers will grow. I know. I thought maybe not being from around here you didn’t know. I know about that. On the fringes of the frontier, a messenger embarks on an arduous journey to collect a debt from a man he’s never met. Friends set out to atone for a mistake that can’t be undone. Strangers look for a little bit of comfort wherever they can find it. This is the Soho Rep. edition of the text.