Chance wanders west hoping to forget and simplify. It’s a long and often desperate journey to right now fraught with fear and failure.
Sympatico’s journey is much the same only imposed by the will of wicked men. Risk is nothing more than an instinct to survive measured against a willingness to move all in. Pursued by the emptiness of night, Chance retraces decisions controlling his destiny while Sympatico long ago forged a barrier between herself and the past. There are no words to capture pain; no language for loss. . .which is why God created quiet acquiescence.
