"Oh no," Terry said determinedly, backing, seeing what Gottlieb had seen. "You don't fight, do you. You wouldn't have any warsЧwould you." His shoulders touched the ship's ladder and he reached into his knapsack and brought out something. It was the packet of morning glory seeds. Slowly he tore the envelope open and scattered the seeds into the dusty wind, then climbed up into the ship, sat at the controls and lifted her up for Earth.
Terry Shay never told.
You won't find it in the histories, but it is written among the great lost choices. . . It could have been different. It might have been a partnership.
But it might not.
