I hadn't been to the corral in three years.

Not since Posy.

Not since I gave her the choice to stay or go.

I guess I didn't want to feel the way I did when I first saw her. I didn't want to relive memories with someone else that I knew would never be able to fill her shoes.

But sometimes, demons never manage to stay buried, and the call of the corral can be too strong.

Especially for a man like me.

The only way to get something right is to try again, and this time, I have to get it right.