"Let's ride it, Pete," Glory said. "Let's!"
There was something in her smile that touched him. Pride? That, and
love and youth. To her, he was _the_ man. For her, and for all the
world. The one who was going to reach out beyond the far horizon and
touch the sky and bring back a pot of gold for everyone.
She thinks no one else could do it, he told himself. That's love. There
were a dozen qualified men, and yet--
The moonshot was his.