“You wish he could be here to see this.” Thucydides nodded, that big, square-jawed face set in a stoic, if somewhat solemn expression. Yes, he’d know losing family, more than most. He returned her salute almost mechanically. “We’ll do right by old Raymond, swear that by God.”

He let his expression soften a bit again, the smile returning.

“It’s good to meet you at last. See you got that journal. Nice pictures, but I prefer a good western, myself.”