Chapter 46

“How old areyou?”

“Four hundred and sixty-two.” Libs shot him a sharp look. “I was born in Independence, Missouri, in the year 1851, in a nation once called the United States of America.”

Rory whistled. “That is a really long time ago.” He hated to state the obvious, but words failed him.

“The combustion engine wasn’t in widespread use yet. I used to ride a horse to get around.” Libs shook his head. “It was certainly a different life back then.”

“The United States of America.” Rory had read history books and seen old maps of Earth in the twenty-first century. To find himself talking to someone who had actually lived there was amazing. “I wish you had the time to tell me about it.”

“There’s no time right now.” Libs downed the rest of his whiskey and made a gesture with his glass in Stella’s direction. “We have things to do, people to see. I have no idea what General Stella has in mind for me, but I have no doubt she has something thought up.”