Robbie took the gas can from Hank. “That’s our calling card.” He stuck the can in the Jeep and walked across the driveway. “Damn, Phillip, you’ve got a lot of stuff!”
Phillip stepped over and gazed across his junk. “Yeah, guess I do. But when the farmers break something, I can usually find a part. If not, then I have the forge to make a new one. That takes resources.”
Hank joined them. “Looks to be no shortage of anything around here.”
Robbie pulled at his scrubby beard. “You know, my dad always needs something—a plow blade, a new tool, something . . .”
Phillip drew in a breath of air and stuck out his chest. “I can fix or make pert near anything.”
“I bet you can. Maybe I can throw you a little business if you’d like. Get a little trade going between you and Peaceful Valley. Corpus co
