Robbie made stops in Aransas Pass, Rockport, Austwell, Tivoli, and Seadrift. At the edge of each, the American flag was flying high. Robbie was making headway, but there was still a lot to be done. They had questions, a lot of them, and Robbie didn’t have all the answers.
Robbie signaled with a wolf howl at the edge of Phillip’s place in Austwell. He came out of his shop carrying a chunk of iron and returned with his barking signal. They met at the forge. Phillip dropped the metal and reached for his knife. Robbie had his pistol out and aimed in a heartbeat. “Mighty good with that pistol, Robbie.” Phillip gave out a roaring laugh and stuck his knife back in his arm-sheath.
“I come all this way to bring you some gas, and you pull a knife on me. Maybe I should just go on my way.” Robbie tu
