“I wasn’t so sure your plan would work, Robbie, but you’ve done a fine job. I guess it was time for a road in here. One day when they start writing history books again, you’ll be in there.”
Robbie smiled. “No one will remember me by then. I’ll be dead and gone before there are new history books written.”
Reggie reached over and patted Robbie on the hand. “Don’t be so sure of that. Maybe I’ll just do a little writing myself.”
Emily laughed. “That’s funny, old man!”
“What! I could do it.”
“I know you could, but your perspective of things isn’t quite normal. In fact, a good deal away from ordinary.”
“What are you saying, darlin’? I could write history.”
“I know you could, but Robbie would only get a paragraph or two. The rest of the book would be how you built Peaceful Valley, destroye
