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“The Distance,” by Tom Roberts
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cable to the buggy. At last he found the front of “What happened? Robert, are you all right?”
the small vehicle. He secured the cable to the Wilson forced himself to stay calm. “The
buggy, then reached out and followed the cable ground under me caved in. The rover’s trapped.”
back to the rover, moving through the blizzard “Sir, do you still have power?”
along his secured line. Wilson pushed the ignition button. The engine
“All right,” he whispered to himself once he turned, sputtered, then stilled. He tried it again,
was back at the rover. The winds had died down nothing.
suddenly, which was a blessing, allowing him to “I have battery power.”
see his work. He shifted the control lever on the “The batteries should be good for ten hours
winch. The winch growled, protesting against the if you seal off everything but the cockpit and do
abuse. The front of the buggy slid forward, its nothing but run the heat, air recycler, and radio.
nose and other front wheel coming into view, then You should shut everything down and sit tight.”
stopped. The rover’s winch hissed, grumbled, and “I need to go get Teddy.”
strained, but the buggy refused to break free. “If I’m reading the imaging right, you’ve
Wilson studied the buggy. He could not see got about ten more minutes of relatively clear
the hatch. He considered taking the shovel and weather, then it’s all going to fall apart. Stay in
digging the hatch out, but the vehicle was resting the vehicle.”
on a steep incline. It would be hard to dig out, “I’ll be buried under the snow.”
and then he would be faced with trying to extract “We’ll find you.”
Teddy from the vehicle while wearing his clumsy “The buggy’s free. I’ll try and drive it back.”
suit. “Sir, the batteries on the buggy are probably
“Sir? How are you doing?” Karen’s worried dead.”
voice asked. “I’ll take one from the rover.”
“He’s stuck good. I’m going to try and pull him “Robert, those things weight almost a hundred
out with the rover.” pounds each!”
Wilson locked the winch and climbed back Wilson had already left his seat, moving to
inside the rover. He left his helmet on, knowing the back of the rover. A few minute’s work and
he would need to return outside once he had he had one of the batteries free from its con-
pulled the buggy free. nection. He stuffed the necessary tools into the
He shifted the transmission into reverse and pockets on his suit. Robert fashioned a cargo net
leaned on the accelerator. The rover coughed and into a makeshift bag for the battery and his extra
shook, then wound up, straining against the force oxygen tank. He hefted the whole mess up and
trapping the buggy. Wilson gave the machine climbed to the front hatch of the rover.
more fuel. The rear of the rover slid left then The wind outside was vicious, blowing,
caught traction. The buggy moved forward a few swirling. It tore at him, trying to dislodge him as
inches. Wilson swore and worked the steering, he slowly climbed the outside of the disabled
trying to keep the tracks turning at the same rate. machine. He reached the ground in front of the
The rover straightened out and retreated another nose of his vehicle and fumbled about, searching
three feet, pulling the buggy along with it. Wilson for the cable running from the winch to the buggy.
pressed on the accelerator, asking the engine for He finally found it, buried under several inches
more power. of snow. He took a firm hold on the cable and
The buggy broke free from its restraints, started forward, dragging his load behind him.
lurching forward and landing on its over-sized Karen’s voice called to him, growing more
wheels. Wilson tried to power down, but the faint and frantic by the minute. Wilson tried to
rover slid again, this time turning right. He heard reply, but she was not hearing him. He felt his
a sharp cracking noise, and the rover rolled suit cooling on the inside. He suspected the suit’s
backward and down, settling with its nose in the power supply was beginning to fail under the
air, caught in the same predicament as the buggy harsh conditions.
had been. The engine rumbled and coughed to a He reached the buggy. Wilson unhooked
halt. the cable from the smaller vehicle, then felt his
“Damn!” way around to the back of it, where the battery
compartment was located. He hoped that the tanks are empty. My suit’s batteries are running
accident had not damaged the machine too badly. down, so it’s going to get pretty cold in here in a
He found the latch and fought with the crumpled few minutes. Teddy’s suit batteries are dead. I’ve
body work for several minutes before managing got him on the only oxygen tank I brought. I’m
to open the compartment. He took the tools going to have to find you the hard way.” Robert
from his pockets and, working as quickly as the engaged the engine of the buggy and, checking
bulky gear would allow, changed the batteries. the compass for direction, started toward where
Once finished, he climbed to the hatch on top of he hoped the station was. “Any news on your
the buggy. It was jammed, and only after several end?”
minutes of pounding it with the bottom of his “I’ve turned on all the lights outside, so look
spare oxygen tank was he able to break it loose. for the white glow on the horizon.”
At last he climbed inside, his arms and shoulders Robert scanned the area as he drove the buggy
shaking from exertion. forward. “I don’t see it, but everything’s just a
Theodore Ellsworth was strapped to the pilot’s sheet of white against the darkness out there.”
chair, dressed in his own environmental suit. “Keep your eyes open,” she replied. “Robert,
Wilson checked the controls on Teddy’s suit. The there’s something else you should know.”
suit’s power was drained, but Teddy was still alive, “More good news, I take it?”
though unconscious and almost out of oxygen. “The rescue skimmers turned back because of
Teddy had turned his air flow down to the bare the storm. We’re on our own until the weather
minimum to make it last. Wilson plugged the clears. You should do everything you can to
spare oxygen tank into Teddy’s suit and opened conserve battery, including using the radio less.”
up the flow. At least Teddy would not asphyxiate “I thought you wanted constant radio
anytime soon. He moved the archaeologist from contact.”
the pilot chair, laying him on the rubber-coated “I’ll make an exception.”
floor. Wilson peered into the night, searching for
Wilson saw the sample bag, filled to bursting, some sign of the station. He kept the buggy’s
lying on the floor next to the pilot’s chair. He licked speed down, only allowing the machine to roll
lips gone dry as he bent over and lifted the bag along at a crawl because of the ominous vibra-
into the chair where he could examine it more tions coming from the undercarriage. He hoped
closely. He took a series of short, quick breaths, the wheels stayed on the buggy.
steeled himself, and opened the bag. Wilson checked his compass again. He turned
For a moment he considered flinging the entire the buggy back to the right, certain the winds had
thing out the hatch, sure that the deepening blown the light vehicle off course. He scanned the
snow would cover the bag and its contents world outside his windshield: nothing, no reas-
quickly. He hefted the bag and set it back on the suring glow of the stations lights, just darkness
floor near Teddy. It would not matter if he threw and sweeping snow. He fought down the panic
it out; Teddy knew the truth now and would tell rising in his chest. He knew to panic was to die.
everyone what he had found. He rolled along for several more minutes,
Wilson settled in the pilot’s chair and flipped the buggy’s steering trembling under his hand,
the power switch. The buggy’s lights came on, whether from the violence of the storm or
and its little electrical engine spun up with a bee- damage to the drive train he did not know. He
like drone. He plugged the buggy’s communica- gave his control console a glance. The battery
tion unit into his suit. was discharging faster than normal. At this rate it
“Karen, can you hear me?” would be dead in less than half an hour.
Karen Montgomery’s relieved voice of came “Karen?”
to his ear. “I can hear you! How’s Theodore?” “Go ahead.”
“He’s alive, but in a bad way.” “I’m running out of power.”
“What’s your situation?” “Is there anything else you can shut down?”
“The buggy started. I’ve got a working compass “Just the transmitter.”
and radio, that’s it. The positioning display, oxygen There was a moment of hesitation, and then
recycler, and internal heat are out. Its oxygen Karen’s voice came back to him. “You should
conserve power, sir.” it to do over, I’d like to think I’d make a different
Wilson gripped the steering tightly as a burst choice, but I was too young and inexperienced
of wind rocked the buggy, threatening to tip the at the time.” Robert took a shaking breath and
entire vehicle. plunged ahead. “We found the barest remnant
“It doesn’t matter. I’m lost. I can’t see the of an early Stone Age culture on Apollo’s Green,
station’s lights, the wind’s blowing me all over as well as a few struggling plants and animals.
the place. I’m not turning off the radio.” Wilson They were all failing, and in another twenty or so
licked dry, cold lips. “I’m not going die out here in years would have died out on their own. But the
the silence.” Alliance was deep into its treasury, funding terra-
Crackling filled his ears for a few moments, forming projects and fighting its shadow war with
and he wondered if the signal had been lost. the Sino-Russo Confederation, and Apollo’s Green
“Karen? Can you hear me?” was rich with natural resources. They couldn’t
“You’re not going to die, Robert,” her static- wait for those last remains of a fading people to
broken voice said. die out naturally. The decision was made to get
Wilson turned the buggy more to the left, rid of them and go ahead with terraforming and
instinct telling him that was were the station mining.”
lay. “Look, there’s something I need to get off my “The Nairobi Protocols—”
chest.” “Weren’t in effect yet. Those came afterward
“Deathbed confession, sir?” and wouldn’t have mattered in any case. The
“Something like that.” Alliance government meant to keep their act of
“The recorder is running.” genocide a secret from the civilian population.”
Karen’s voice had a hollow, distant sound, as “Sir, sir, maybe you should stop talking now.”
if she was far away from the microphone. Wilson Karen’s voice was tight and strained.
checked his failing battery. He supposed the Robert Wilson swallowed. His air was almost
signal must be fading. Faint lights shone in the gone, his breath coming in gasps as he felt the
distance. darkness closing on him. He needed to make
Robert parked the buggy and cut his lights. peace. Wilson wheezed. He considered opening
Even if the glow ahead was the station, he was the buggy’s top hatch before his oxygen ran out.
too far away to reach it. He needed to use his last He and Teddy would freeze to death quickly, but
bit of power to confess the truth. that seemed a mercy for Teddy, to allow death
“That’s fine, let the recorder run.” Wilson to claim him while still unconscious. Wilson
paused, considering his next words carefully. “This unhooked his restraints with fumbling fingers as
is not the first time I’ve visited Apollo’s Green. he finished his tale.
The first time I was here, it was still inhabited.” “We killed them, Karen. Just bombed their
“Sir?” Karen’s voice sounded clear in his little villages and burned every living thing away.
headset, stronger, he suspect, because the We killed the whole planet so we could rebuild
battery only needed to power the radio. it in our image. The terraforming crews were all
“I was a junior officer in the North American military then, so they followed orders.”
Alliance Fleet in those days.” “Robert, I should remind you—”
There was a long pause from Karen, then her “That this is all being recorded, yes.”
voice whispered in his ear. “The North American Wilson closed his eyes and leaned back into
Alliance collapsed almost forty years ago. I had the pilot’s chair. He was too exhausted to reach
no idea you were so old.” the hatch.
Wilson chuckled despite his circumstanc- “When the captain gave the command I
es. “Yes, I’m old. Don’t interrupt me, my mind hesitated, but then I followed my orders.”
wanders.” “Robert—”
“If you say so, sir.” “I killed them, Karen. I pushed the button and
“You have to understand, I didn’t grasp what they died. The Alliance kept it secret, swept it
we were doing, not at first. I was just a year out of under the rug. When my cruiser returned to Mars
the Academy, assigned to a cruiser scouting out Station Four after the mission, I jumped ship. I
worlds fit for colonization or terraforming. If I had took a job as a freighter pilot. I never returned to
Earth, I just couldn’t. When Mars and the outer “It’s okay,” he told her. He supposed there
colonies revolted six months later, the Alliance would be an inquiry, possibly criminal charges.
was forced to abandon Apollo’s Green.” He suspected that, even if government did not
Wilson opened his eyes and took a last look prosecute him, he would never be able to work
at Apollo’s Green. Wilson sighed in relief. It was in space again. It did not matter. The truth, even
done. The truth was told. “Karen, there’s a thing after all these years, was the important thing.
I’ll need you to do.” “It’s okay,” Wilson whispered again. “It’s time
“Of course, sir.”
“I want to be cremated and my ashes returned to set things right. It’s time to go home.”
to Earth. I want you to promise to take me
home.”
A painful brightness filled his vision, a horrible
roaring sounded in his ears. He took a gasping
breath, then another, and another. He closed
his eyes against the blinding light and tried for a
fourth breath. The crushing darkness took him.
#
Wilson opened his gummy eyes. He blinked
them clear and licked his dry lips.
“Welcome back.” Michael Merriam
Karen Montgomery leaned over his bed, her Michael Merriam has sold fantasy and science
face pale and filled with open concern.
“How—” Robert croaked out. fiction stories and poetry to a variety of
“I was pretty clear that you weren’t going to magazines, including Andromeda Spaceways
die out there.”
“You came and got us? I thought policy required Inflight Magazine, Beyond Centauri, Deep
you to stay on station?” Magic, Fictitious Force, and The Shantytown
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be taken out for regular field tests. Rover Two-
Five was overdue for a check-out run.” in the L. Ron Hubbard Writers of The Future
Wilson nodded and sat up. “How’s Teddy?” Contest. Michael participates in the Online
“Theodore’s fine. He’s suffering dehydration,
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ills, but he’ll live until relief gets here tomorrow.” of the Twin Cities Speculative Fiction Writers
Karen paused and handed him a glass of water. “I Network. He lives in Minneapolis,Minnesota
found something interesting in Theodore’s suit.”
“Really?” Wilson said after taking a deep with his wife and cat. Visit his homepage at
drink. http://home.mn.rr.com/mmerriam/
“You know what the Venus of Willendorf is?”
Karen asked, holding her hand out. He nodded
to her. She smiled and opened her hand. “Look
at this.”
The small statuette was carved out of the
native rock. She sat cross-legged, her large belly
and heavy breasts sagging to her lap.
“I wonder if this will force the company to
bring in a full excavation team?” Wilson said.
Karen shrugged. “I don’t know. Robert, about
the recorders—”
Clamping his hands over his ears, Slate stumbled shortcut that still required traversal through
out of the cargo hold. space from point to point. Dimensional jumping—
“I thought you were dead!” For a rare moment, actually moving from one point to another in an
Malloc showed surprise when Slate returned to instant—was still only a theory.
the bridge. “How did you know?” Malloc asked Slate.
“Why?” “I recognized the sound of a dimension drive,”
“They must have hit us with some new Slate said.
energy beam,” Malloc told him. “The cargo hold, “Where would you have heard such a thing?”
its warping or imploding or...or... I don’t know Malloc’s encyclopedic brain quivered in anticipa-
what!” tion of new knowledge.
Slate accessed the image from the camera in “We need to limp this ship into safe harbor
the cargo hold. Enraptured, Malloc’s cyborg eye for repairs,” Slate said, ignoring Malloc’s pleading
recorded the scene. The glass figurines radiated gaze. Slate held many secrets—he did not yield
patterns of colored light from within their crystal them freely. Malloc resigned himself to his frus-
bodies as complex as the music they sang. tration.
“Eject the blast door—open the hold!” “Stama 4,” the cyborg suggested. “You’re not
Malloc hesitated. well-known there.”
“Do it!” Slate said. “The galaxy is full of The Midnight Sun turned sluggishly into her
treasure.” new course.
Malloc pressed a sequence on a keypad.
They watched the sled evacuate into space.
The figurines stayed in place upon the sled, coun-
terbalanced by their own vibrations.
The patrol ship approached directly over the
priceless artifacts, intent on its helpless prey.
Rockets and energy weapons trained on the Paul R. McNamee
battered runner.
A rip tore through the fabric of space where the One day Paul R. McNamee fell into the Robert
precious figurines floated. The maw swallowed E. Howard collection, Eons of the Night, and
the patrol ship and space repaired itself, all in the he is still there—roaming around the worlds
blink of an eye. The priceless figurines had disap- of dark fantasy, sword-and-sorcery and horror
peared with the patrol ship. (plus sword-and-planet, space opera, and all
“Dimension jump,” Malloc said quietly. points in-between)—both as a reader and as
Slate nodded. a writer. In addition, he is a book reviewer for
“Where?” Sword & Sorcery.
“Anywhere away from us is fine by me,” Slate
said coldly. The patrol ship could have gone His first official publication was for The
anywhere. He had no knowledge of how the Sword Review, with the story, “Queen of the
people who crafted the figurines judged spatial
coordinates. Sepulcher,” as a Bonus Feature in November
“Why didn’t they do anything before?” 2005.
“Must have been the explosions—set off the
first and caused a chain reaction. If we hadn’t Paul is a lifelong resident of Massachusetts,
been so careful when we excavated the site, we USA. He is married to a lovely lady named
might have been clued in earlier with a single tap Linda, and his day job involves computer
on the crystal,” Slate said. “Amazing, they knew software.
about dimensional travel with no sign of space
faring in their culture.”
“Why go through space when you can jump?” You can find some of his earlier work at his
Malloc said. website, http://writer.paulmcnamee.net.
Subspace travel had long been established—a
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back at Brand. “How come you’re still doing their “Don’t matter much,” Thorson said. “I can kill
dirty work for them?” an armed man easy as one that’s unarmed. Like
“I take an occasional contract job, if it interests you, for instance.”
me. When I heard you busted out I took a real He grinned maliciously and turned to the
interest.” other two.
Thorson looked over at Mingo and Jackson “All right,” he said. “Let’s get out of here.
and laughed. Mingo, you drive. Jackson, get in back.”
“Three years ago he sent me up for a killing The two convicts climbed into the vehicle.
over at the Pinkney Oil Processing Plant,” he said. Thorson turned to face Brand again and pulled
“Twenty years hard labor.” the pistol from its holster.
“Should have been the death penalty,” Brand “One more thing, Brand,” he said, the grin
said. widening to reveal yellow teeth. “Something
“Yeah, you’d have liked that better,” Thorson I want you to know before you die. About your
said. “But they don’t have the death penalty on sister.”
Tulon. Not enough people here. They need every Brand’s eyes narrowed and his body tensed.
man they got, even the convicts, to work in their “Yeah,” Thorson said. “I know the story. How
lousy oil fields.” she was a member of your squad in the glory
He looked at Brand for a moment, the finger days of the Tulon Security Force, and how you
of his right hand rubbing the side of his nose. got jumped by the Wilkerson gang. They killed
“I served three years of that sentence,” everybody but you and took your sister with
Thorson said. “And every day of those three them. And you’ve spent the last seven years
years in this miserable heat, all I did was think trying to find her.
about you and what I’d do to you if I ever got out “I knew Jesse Wilkerson, Brand. Ran into him
and caught up with you. I never thought it would one day about four, five years ago. Never mind
happen. Maybe I need to have more faith.” where. She was with him. Good lookin’ woman.
“Will you finish with him, man?” It was He had a rope around her neck and he led her
Jackson. “We gotta get a move on.” around like a dog. Terrible way to treat a woman.
“In a minute,” Thorson said with some irri- I saw him beat her and rub her face in the dirt,
tation. “I just want to tell Brand something first just for the hell of it. And I’ll tell you something
before I kill him.” else. Your sister was loving every minute of it. She
He stepped a little closer, but not too close. just couldn’t get enough of old Jesse.”
“That Strato-Van we took out of the prison Brand got to his feet, his hands closed into
yard ran out of gas,” Thorson continued. “We two fists, his face tight.
didn’t have no time for a fill up. But I see you “I hear she’s still lovin’ it,” Thorson said.
got plenty in that Hover-Jeep of yours. Water “You know where they are?” Brand asked.
and food too. There’s a settlement West of here. “Could be. But it won’t do you no good, even
We were heading for it when we ran dry. It’s a if I tell you,” Thorson said. “You’re gonna be dead.
religious community. They call it New Eden. They Unless maybe you think you can take this pistol
ain’t even got guns there. It’ll be easy pickings.” away from me, before I can pull the trigger.”
“They got women there, Thorson?” Mingo Brand looked down the muzzle of the gun
asked. as Thorson stood there with a twisted grin on
“What do you think?” his face. Brand knew the man meant to kill him.
”I think we’re gonna have some fun,” Jackson There wasn’t a chance he could close the distance
said with a wide grin. between them before he pulled the trigger. But
“Reckon so,” Thorson said. “We’ll gear up he had an edge Thorson didn’t know about. At
there for the long haul over the mountains. I hear that close range it might not be enough. But he
there’s places there with green grass and fresh had to try for it.
cool water. That’s where we’ll be, Brand. Sorry “What’s the matter, Brand?” Thorson said.
you can’t come along.” “No guts?”
“That’s the way you like your victims, isn’t it, Brand dove at him. The Electro-Pistol jumped
Thorson?” Brand said. “Nice and defenseless.” and a bright blue wave of light crackled through
the air, hitting Brand in the solar plexus. A black wall of swirling sand was coming his way. Sand
circle the size of a saucer appeared in the center storm! He looked around for shelter. There was
of Brand’s tunic, and his body crumpled. The an outcropping of boulders ahead. He ran for
world went black and he fell in a heap, smoke them. The wind picked up. The moan rose to a dry
rising from his body. shriek and sand stung his skin. He moved around
“So long, Brand,” Thorson said and climbed the twenty-foot high outcropping, looking for
into the passenger side of the Hover-Jeep. He a space to crawl into. At the top, several of the
nodded at Mingo. “Let’s go.” rocks leaned together forming a small cave.
The wind rose to a deafening howl that
# seemed to shake the sky. He jumped, grabbed a
handhold, and pulled himself up. He scrambled
Brand woke up, his abdomen on fire, his ribs over the top and crawled into the cave-like space,
aching horribly. He rolled over on his side and hoping there were no animals or poisonous
looked down the front of his tunic at the burn insects lurking there. There was barely room for
hole the pistol had made. Grunting in pain he his long frame, but it seemed unoccupied by any
stripped the tunic off. The gun blast had burnt other life forms. He took off his hat and rolled
through most of the Krylor vest he was wearing over on his back.
underneath. There was only a thin layer of plastic The wind tore at the mouth of the cave with
left covering his skin and it was badly charred. He a loud scream. Sand pelted the rocks with the
took off the vest and carefully peeled the plastic force of a hailstorm. He hoped his shelter was
from his skin. When it was removed, he could see high enough off the ground. Too many had died
the damage had all been limited to the epidermis. in Tulon sand storms when they’d taken refuge at
The vest hadn’t been enough of an edge for him ground level and been buried alive.
to jump Thorson, but he realized if he hadn’t put There was nothing to do now but wait. He was
it on before setting out, he’d have been dead for losing precious time. But he reckoned the storm
sure. would slow Thorson and his friends down too.
He put the tunic back on carefully and stood In fact, they could have more serious problems.
up. How long he’d been out he wasn’t sure. His The Hover-Jeep did not travel well in these condi-
Jeep was gone, along with his water, his weapons, tions. If they didn’t stop moving but tried to keep
his desert rations, and his first aid kit. If he was going, they could ruin the vehicle. He hoped so.
going anywhere, it would be on foot. He knew He’d catch up with them. All in due time, he said
the settlement Thorson mentioned. It was a to himself. All in due time.
community founded over 150 years ago by one of He lay there quietly in the narrow darkness
the original settlers who’d fled Earth during the and thought about what Thorson had said. His jaw
Terror Wars. Brand guessed it was at least fifty tightened as he remembered the convict’s words.
miles away. He didn’t know if he could walk that Had a rope around her neck and led her around
far without water. But he’d have to try. He hoped like a dog. Terrible way to treat a woman. Terry!
Thorson would still be there. How could he have let such a thing happen to his
His mouth was dry and he tasted salt when kid sister? It was his fault. He was responsible.
he licked his lips. The temperature was around There was no escaping that fact. He never should
120 degrees. It wouldn’t take long for dehydra- have let her come with him to Tulon. Should never
tion to set in. He knew that if you lost more than have let her join the Security Force.
18 percent of the water in your body you died. He But when the Terror War ended, and Brand
looked skyward. Five Skavs already were circling got out of the Rangers, the Government of the
around high above him. He started walking. Northern Hemisphere, as it was now called, began
# colonizing other planets. Oil had been found on
Tulon, and the oil companies and the provisional
He’d been walking several hours when he government needed recruits to build a Security
heard a low moaning sound like the wail of some Force to protect the oil fields and the oil workers.
ancient goddess not far behind him. He looked Brand’s experience as an Army Ranger made him
back over his shoulder. An ominous-looking dark highly qualified for that kind of work. Terry said
she was damned if she’d stay home while he started walking again.
went out exploring new worlds. Their parents had When night came, the three moons of Tulon
been killed in the Great Salt Lake chemical attack, rose. Scorpio-pedes, giant lizards and snakes,
and were buried with a thousand others in the their tongues flicking the air, skittered out from
mass grave out in the Bonneville Salt Flats, where caves and under rocks and tried to sting or bite
they used to ride their horses as kids. There was him. In the distance he heard the wailing cry of
nothing left of the lives they knew growing up as Jack-eynas baying at the moons. If a pack of those
children on their ranch fifty miles from Salt Lake. beasts ever got his scent, he knew he would be
He agreed to take her with him. finished. He wanted to lie down in the dark and
The wind howled all around and Brand felt sleep, but he knew if he did, he’d never get up
as though the rocks that sheltered him were again. He kept on walking.
beginning to press in on him. He was sweating The sun rose slowly—a big orange disc that
and his chest felt tight. The storm outside seemed portended more heat. Brand’s legs were stiffen-
to be sucking air out of the cave. ing from dehydration. His tongue was swollen and
His mind went back to that day seven years he felt as if he was gulping sandpaper with every
ago when they went after the Wilkerson Gang. swallow. He stopped and surveyed the horizon.
Jesse Wilkerson was a huge brute of a man with In the far distance he saw the blue outline of a
a shaved head, huge belly, and an arm as big as a mountain range low on the horizon. Or was it a
side of beef. They had robbed a Trans-Exxon field mirage? He walked toward it.
office. Brand and his posse tracked them to Alma Noon. The world shimmered in heat waves.
Mesa. There hadn’t been a day since that Brand He looked up at the cobalt sky and the Skavs
didn’t think about it. Didn’t remember how he’d were still there, circling patiently. His face was
led the posse into a trap—a mistake that a man blistered, his lips cracked. Everything seemed
of his experience should never have made. Three to be disappearing into a white haze. There was
killed, him wounded, and his sister kidnapped. no vegetation. No plant life where he might find
The walls of his shelter closed in on him even moisture. It was so much like the Salt Flats back
tighter, as the wind whined and whistled around home. In other deserts, you could find vegeta-
the confining rocks. The temperature inside the tion, like cacti and cut into them and squeeze out
cave had risen considerably. a few drops of water. But on the salt flats, if you
Now, after seven years, he had a fresh lead. didn’t have water with you, you’d never make it
Thorson. He’d catch up with him. And then he’d back. And it was the same here. Nothing but hot
find Wilkerson and Terry. All in due time, he told sand and rock.
himself. He fell down, his strength gone. He couldn’t
A blast of sand lashed against the mouth of move. He had to get up, he told himself. He had
the cave, and the rocks themselves seemed to to make it to New Eden. He had to find Thorson.
shudder. He lifted his head from the sand and through
All in due time. blurry eyes thought he saw something moving.
Two hazy figures on horseback. He recognized
# them as they came into focus as his sister and
himself as kids. She rode the chestnut mare, and
The storm lasted until late afternoon. When he the Sorrell, the way they always did.
it was over, Brand wriggled on his back toward “Terry!”
the entrance and kicked away the sand that half- He watched as the two figures on horseback
covered the opening. He slid out feet first and rode by. He wanted to call to them. He wanted to
stood on top of the rock he’d first climbed up on. tell Terry he was sorry. But they rode past without
The sand was piled higher around the outcrop- seeing him. He raised a hand futilely, as they rode
ping than it had been, but the harsh, unfriendly away from him and disappeared behind the crest
landscape stretched out to the horizon much the of a dune.
same as it had before. In the East the orange and “Get up,” he told himself. “Can’t lie here. Got
purple shades of evening were beginning to color to go on.”
the sky. He jumped down to the desert floor and He pulled himself to his feet and started
walking again. One foot in front of the other. In a religious man and he wondered why at the last
the direction that the two riders had taken. few minutes of his life he would hear the sound
of an organ and a small choir singing “Nearer
# My God to Thee.” But that was exactly what he
heard.
Night fell again and the moons of Tulon seemed He lay there with his face in the sand and
even bigger than the night before. Brand’s thirst listened to the hymn coming to him on the cool
was unendurable. The howls of the Jack-eynas desert wind that ruffled his thick hair. The sound
seemed louder, closer. Their cries sent a shiver of the music seemed to increase and diminish
down his spine. And then it happened. with the strength of the breeze. Then he realized
He saw the yellow eyes glinting in the darkness. it was not a hallucination, he really did hear
Heard the low deep growl. The Jack-eyna stood music. New Eden!
only several feet away, its feet dug straight down He raised his head. The music came from the
in the sand, head tucked back inside its neck, other side of the sand dune he was lying on. He
black lips pulled back tight, exposing long white got to his feet and staggered feebly toward the
fangs. Foam dripped from the animal’s jaws, and crest of the dune, every inch of his body racked
Brand realized it must be sick. That would explain with pain. He made it to the top of the dune and
why it was out here alone. Jack-eynas normally lights swam before his eyes.
travel in packs, but when one becomes sick, he is There were several buildings that looked like
usually ostracized by his fellows and sent out to houses. There were others that seemed nothing
wander and die alone. more than shacks. But there was one larger
The thing sprang and knocked Brand on his building with lights shining in the windows. It was
back. Brand held the beast’s slavering jaws away from that building that the music came. There was
from his throat with two hands. The creature a porch in front with several steps going down to
shrieked and growled in rabid rage. Brand the street. At the apex of the roof was a wooden
managed to keep the fur-covered fury from cross that shone white in the moonlight.
tearing his throat out, but he could feel the claws The music ended with a long, low chord on
of its hind feet trying to tear out his abdomen. the organ and the chorus singing, “Amen.” Brand
He felt something hard under his back. With one staggered down the hill and saw people coming
hand holding the animal by the fur on its throat, down the front steps of the church. He started
he reached under his back. Desperate fingers toward them. A woman screamed in fright. The
clutched the rock he’d fallen on. He rolled over on churchgoers stood and watched in silence as
top of the Jack-eyna and raised the rock up over he lumbered closer. But half way to them, he
his head. He smashed it down on the animal’s dropped to his knees.
skull with all the strength he had left. The animal “Thomas, go to him,” a woman said. “Someone
yelped in pain. Again the rock came down. Again is in need of help.”
and again, until the animal lay silent and still, its Brand fell into a pool of darkness and heard
head a bloody mass of pulp and bone. nothing more.
Panting for breath, Brand rolled away from
the animal. He struggled to his feet and stood
there for a moment, swaying like a tree. He took
several steps and then the three moons of Tulon Part Two
swirled in a crazy dance and he collapsed to the
ground unconscious. He opened his eyes. Sunlight filtered through
gauzy curtains hanging on a window. He was in
# bed in a small, but comfortably furnished room
with walls painted a cheerful yellow. A sharp pain
When he awoke, he believed it was for the last flared under his ribs, when he tried to sit up.
time. How long he’d been lying there bleeding, Lifting the blanket, he saw that he was wearing
exhausted, and parched, he couldn’t tell. But a nightgown. He touched the places where the
he was certain his life was ending. He knew it Plasma rifle had burned him and the Jack-eyna
because he heard church music. He’d never been
had clawed him, and felt the bandage and up the clothing—black pants and red shirt, the
dressing someone had put on them. old fashioned kind with buttons down the front
Then he remembered how he’d gotten here instead of the modern day pullover tunic. Despite
and his heart raced, his head throbbing. Thorson, the woman’s objections, Brand started putting
Mingo, and Jackson! He jumped up. Dizziness and the clothes on. She left the room and shut the
nausea flooded over him. He must have made a door to give him privacy. He dressed, stepped
noise, because the bedroom door opened. into his boots, put on his hat, and then opened
“Don’t try to get up.” A woman came into the the door. He walked into a living room, Spartan
room. She was blonde, brown-eyed, and had a in decor—a couch, several chairs. The woman
kind, but somewhat worn-looking face. “You started toward him.
must get back in bed. You’re in no condition.” “Thomas is not himself right now,” she said.
She stood next to the bed looking to Brand “What do you mean?”
like something out of an old story book. She wore “He’s at our daughter’s grave, Mr. Brand.”
a long gingham dress with white ruffles at the Her voice cracked. “Jennie died last week. Stung
sleeve. Black leather shoes poked out from the by a Scorpio-pede. She was only four years old.
hem of the dress, and her blond hair was rolled up There wasn’t time to send for a doctor. Out here
in a tight bun, tied with a black ribbon. She went we’re too far away. All Thomas could do was pray.
to a small table next to the bed and poured water Thomas prayed so hard for her to live. And when
from a pitcher into a wooden cup. She gave him life left her, he died too, inside. He’s not the same
the cup and looked at him with deep concern. man. Everyday since we laid her in the ground, he
“Drink this slowly,” she said. just stands there by her grave for hours. He won’t
Brand took the cup and took a sip through speak. He won’t eat. His soul is lost in despair,
cracked lips. Mr. Brand. We’re all waiting for him to come back
“You’re badly dehydrated, Mr. Brand.” to us. I think if something doesn’t happen soon,
He looked up at her surprised. he’ll lose his mind.”
“I hope you don’t mind,” she said. “I took the
liberty of looking at your identification papers. I #
saw your badge.” The bright light out on the street hurt Brand’s
“How long was I out?” eyes. A few of the people of New Eden walked
“Not long. Last night and most of the morning. about. They all wore the same simple dress, he
It’s almost noon now.” noticed. The women in long dresses, the men
“Any other strangers been here?” in coveralls and shirt. As he walked, Brand saw
“No one. You’re the first person from the several other small houses like the one he had
outside world who’s been here in some time.” just left along the street and some shacks made of
“Who’s in charge?” wood or tin. There was a small general store, and
“My husband, the Reverend Thomas a blacksmith’s. Several lean-tos and tents were
Freemont,” she said. “My name is Sarah scattered around between the houses. A tumble-
Freemont.” weed rolled past him and a dust devil swirled
Brand’s head began to throb and he narrowed in the middle of the street. It was a burnt-out
his eyes against the pain. looking place that had once seen better days.
“Where is your husband? I’ve got to talk to He could see the cemetery behind the church
him.” on the Western side of the settlement. He circled
“He’s . . . not here,” the woman said. around the church and saw a man standing at the
“Where is he?” far end of the graveyard—a silhouette standing
“The cemetery.” against the backdrop of the desert that ran clear
Brand saw his boots standing in front of a trunk out to the blue distant mountains.
next to the wall. On top of the trunk were a shirt As he got closer, Brand saw a tall, thin man
and pants and his hat. “I need to get dressed.” with a dark brown beard. A black coat hung from
“But you can’t—” his slumped shoulders and he held a black hat in
He threw the covers aside and got up shakily. his hands. His head was bowed and he stood in
He took a few steps toward the trunk and grabbed
front of a small stone marker that jutted out of a the sand dunes on one side and the mountains
mound of freshly dug earth. on the other. It was a place of hope.”
“Reverend Freemont?” Brand said, taking off “Reverend, there’s no—”
his hat. “There was a time when there were a
The reverend looked up at the distant thousand people in this congregation, Mr. Brand.
mountains, as if he hadn’t heard him. A thousand believers. Do you know how many
“My name’s Brand—” are here now? Thirty. New Eden is on its way
“Yes, Mr. Brand, I know,” the reverend said. to becoming a ghost town. For a hundred fifty
“I don’t like disturbing you,” Brand said. “Your years we kept to ourselves, closing our eyes to
wife told me what happened. I’m sorry. But it’s what was happening in the outside world. We
urgent.” believed in peace and love, that the meek shall
“I didn’t think you walked all the way across inherit the earth. We believed, while all around
the desert without some reason.” us the planet was crumbling. The corporations
“Reverend, there are three men on their came and raped Tulon for its oil. They pushed the
way here. Three killers who broke out of prison. original settlers into the wilderness where they
They’re armed and dangerous. It’s just luck they had to live like animals. The Tulon Nomads rose
haven’t gotten here already. They must have had up on their dune buggies, killing, stealing, and
trouble in the sand storm yesterday. But they’ll worse. Tulon has become more evil than Earth
be here soon enough. They have to stop here for during the worst period of the Terror War.
supplies before going over those mountains. Are “My people asked me to explain how this
there any weapons here in New Eden?” could happen. They expected me to give them
“Weapons?” the reverend asked with surprise. answers. I told them that somehow it was all part
“There are no weapons here.” of a Divine Plan. But even I didn’t believe it. They
“Then I’ll have to ask you to get your people off could sense that. I never really had the faith that
the street,” Brand said. “Get them in their houses my father and his father before him and all the
and tell them to arm themselves with whatever others had. The people started to wander away.
they can find. Axes, pitchforks, kitchen knives.” I was losing them. Some went to live in the labor
“They wouldn’t know what to do with them,” camps and villages. Some have even gone back
the reverend said. He turned and looked at Brand. Earth. Only a handful remain here now. A handful
“They’ve been taught not to believe in violence still struggling to believe.”
for any reason.” He looked down at the small headstone
“Then at least get them in their houses. If you marking the freshly dug grave.
don’t, this place will turn into a slaughterhouse.” “It must have been punishment for my lack of
The reverend didn’t say anything right away. faith,” he said. “She was only four years old, Mr.
He turned away from Brand again and gazed at Brand. The joy of our life. As she lay delirious with
the blue mountains once more. He pointed to fever I prayed. I pleaded for her life. I promised I
them. would build New Eden back up and make it like
“You see that tall peak with the snow on it, it was before. If only she lived. But she didn’t
Mr. Brand?” he asked. He spoke slowly, dispas- survive.”
sionately, as if nothing Brand had said had made Tears rolled down his cheeks. Reverend
any impact on him. “My great-great-great-grand- Thomas Freemont looked at Brand, and his dark
father Jonah Freemont named it Mt. Ararat when brown eyes were as empty and bleak as the
he came here 150 years ago. He said the name landscape around him.
was fitting. On Earth Mt. Ararat was the final “He took her. Don’t you see? If I had been
landing place of Noah’s Ark. Just as Noah was stronger. Been more like my father and his father
set down on a mountain when he fled the Great before him, New Eden would have continued to
Flood, so our ancestors landed here, fleeing the thrive and she would still be with us. Now there’s
flood of iniquity back on Earth. It was a good nothing left. It’s all gone. All of it. And I’m respon-
place, he thought. In this barren land, the snow sible. You say men are coming to destroy New
on the mountain sent water down to grow crops. Eden? It’s already been destroyed. I destroyed it.
This valley is hidden from the outside world by So let them come. The exterminating angels. Let
them burn New Eden to the ground. Perhaps out stepped on it as he climbed out of the vehicle, a
of the ashes something better will come.” red rage lighting the corners of his yellow-green
“What about your people?” eyes.
“Tell them to leave before it’s too late.” “Where is everybody?” Jackson asked. He
“You won’t even try to save this place?” Brand came up next to Thorson, the AR-225 resting on
asked in astonishment. his shoulder.
“I’m not New Eden’s savior, Mr. Brand. I’m its “Where’s the women, Thorson?” Mingo
destroyer.” asked. “I don’t see no women.”
The reverend started to walk away but Brand “Shut up,” Thorson said. “I’ve had most enough
grabbed his arm. of you. Hadn’t been for you driving us into that
“You blame yourself for what’s happened ravine in that sandstorm, we’d have been here a
here,” he said. “You say you feel responsible. day ago. You’re lucky I didn’t kill you back there. If
Guilty. Maybe that’s something we have in it hadn’t been for Jackson, we never would have
common, Reverend. I bear a responsibility too. I gotten this jeep running again.”
lost a sister seven years ago. She was kidnapped Mingo shrugged but didn’t say anything.
by Nomads because of my negligence. But one of Thorson looked up and down the street.
the men coming here knows where she is. I mean “Looks like the good people of New Eden want
to take him. I’m full of guilt too. But there’s a dif- to play hide and seek,” he said. “Jackson take that
ference between you and me. For seven years rifle and go into some of these houses and drag
I’ve never given up the hope that someday I’d ‘em out onto the street. Mingo, go with him and
find my sister and punish the man who abducted set fire to a few of these shacks, so they’ll know
her. That hope is the only thing that keeps me we mean business.”
alive. I’ll never stop looking. But you’ve given up Jackson ran to the door of the first house and
hope. Why?” smashed it in with the rifle butt. Mingo ran in
“I’ve explained my reasons.” behind him. There were screams and yelling and
“I’m not a religious man, Reverend,” Brand soon a man and woman and three small children
said. “I don’t know the first thing about it. But came out of the house at gunpoint. Orange flames
one thing I do know: without hope you can’t go licked the curtains hanging in the front window.
on living. I look at New Eden and I see a town that Jackson and Mingo went on to the next house.
was built on hope. It’s probably the last place of Thorson walked up the street to the church,
its kind on this hell-hole of a planet. If it goes, as people came filing out their front doors. He
there won’t be anything like it left. Doesn’t that climbed up the church steps and stood on the
make it something worth fighting for?” porch looking down at the chaos in the street. A
“I can’t fight anymore,” the reverend said. “I bell hung in a wooden frame by the front door.
don’t have the heart.” He pulled the bell rope.
He looked at Brand and the law man could see “Come on out, people,” Thorson said, clanging
the utter desolation and wild despair in the man’s the bell loudly. “Come on. We want to talk to
eyes. The reverend moved away from the small you.”
grave and stepped over the low fence surround- The people gathered in a small crowd at the
ing the cemetery. Brand watched as he walked off foot of the church steps. In the background smoke
into the desert. He knew there wasn’t any point billowed into the street from the buildings that
in trying to stop him. had been set ablaze. Jackson and Mingo jumped
up the steps and stood on either side of him.
# “Listen up,” Thorson said. “First of all, you
see that man there holding that rifle? He’s not
They came at sundown. The Hover-Jeep slid a very nice man. He could kill any one of you
in quietly from the wilderness and stopped at the without batting an eyelash. If I said the word,
beginning of the deserted street. The orange sun he’d pull the trigger in a heartbeat. Now I know
was setting behind the church at the other end. this is supposed to be a place where people don’t
The long shadow of the cross on the top of the believe in carrying guns. But if anyone has one, I
roof fell down the length of the street. Thorson want you to tell me and bring it to me right now.
“Next time I will.” His smoke-colored eyes moved away from the
“You don’t have much time left,” Brand said. mountain and looked at Brand.
“There’s something I’ve got to know. What you “We all punish ourselves needlessly for things
told me about my sister and Jesse Wilkerson. we have no control over,” he said. “All of us.”
Where was it that you saw them?” Brand nodded.
A sudden grin twisted on the Thorson’s face, “Maybe so, Reverend,” he said quietly.
and he chuckled. “I’m sorry that man died without telling you
“Where was it?” Brand asked through gritted where your sister is.”
teeth. “Where’s Wilkerson now? Where’s my “I’ve got some ideas. I know some of the
sister?” places Thorson used to hang out. Maybe I’ll get
“Guess you would like to know, wouldn’t lucky. Goodbye, Reverend. I’ve got a feeling New
you?” Thorson said. His cruel smile in his eyes Eden will be all right now.”
faded and he fell back on the street. They shook hands.
“I hope you find her,” the reverend said.
# “All in good time, Reverend. All in good
time.”
Mingo crouched in the rear hatch, and Jackson Rev. Thomas Freemont and his wife watched
sat in the passenger seat of the Hover-Jeep, their as the Hover-Jeep’s engine whirred to life and
hands bound behind them. Brand put a ten gallon the vehicle lifted off the ground. They saw it glide
container of water in the back next to Mingo. across the sand and head north.
“Sure you got enough fuel, Mr. Brand?” “‘He found him in a desert land,’” the reverend
Reverend Thomas asked. He had one arm in a said half to himself, half to his wife, “‘and in the
sling. His wife stood next to him. waste howling wilderness; he led him about, he
“Should be enough to get to the next relay instructed him, he kept him as the apple of his
station. I can fuel up there.” eye.’”
“I wish you God-speed,” the reverend said . They watched the jeep until they could see it
“And thank you, Mr. Brand. For everything you no more.
did.”
“I couldn’t have done it without you,” Brand
said. “Mind telling me what made you come
back and face up to Thorson that way? Without
a gun?”
The reverend looked out across the desert at
Mt. Ararat.
“It’s hard to explain,” he said. “I walked out
there yesterday, thinking about what you said.
That a man can’t live without hope. It’s true. John M. Whalen
Yesterday, I didn’t want to live. I walked so far, I John M. Whalen’s stories have appeared in the
couldn’t see New Eden anymore, and I remem- Flashing Swords E-zine, pulpanddagger.com,
bered what you said about it being the last
place of its kind on Tulon. I looked around and and Universe Pathways magazine. Contact
all I could see was the dry, lifeless wilderness. I the author here.
don’t know... I felt small. Alone. The sun and the
desert seemed so big. I remembered Jennie and
how I thought she died as punishment for my
failure. And suddenly I realized how arrogant
that notion was. Who was I—this little speck on
the landscape—to be singled out for special pun-
ishment? And what kind of Creator would be so
cruel? And I realized, He wasn’t punishing me. I
was punishing myself.”
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“Yeah.” Slap looked around. “I’ve been bored Tristan eyed the cowboy as he followed him
to tears the last few days. Not much to do aboard back to the ship. What had he done to deserve
ol’ Bertha.” having his pleasant solitude disrupted—much
“Her name is Giselle.” less by someone with such wounds?
“And the next time we get in a scrape, you’ll
change it again. I’ll just call her Bertha.” #
Tristan didn’t deign to respond but changed The steely-eyed Confed Sec operative would
the subject. “If you want something to do, I can expect Tristan to make contact at first opportuni-
show you various jobs around the ship.” ty. So Tristan stayed aboard ship. He owed those
“Maybe later. Right now, I’m hungry.” people no loyalty or consideration. He wasn’t a
Things were back to normal. For now. citizen of the Confederation, and didn’t care what
# their secret security’s schemes were.
He played checkers with Slap, and was
“So you gonna dump me now that we’re on a surprised—the kid had a sharp mind.
planet again?” Kid. Was he? At times he seemed so young,
Tristan blinked in the sunlight as he walked despite his size. But he had been married, owned
down the ramp. “No. It would be in your best a ranch. A man then. Young, but—a man.
interest to stay with me for the time being.” “How old are you?” Tristan barely kept his face
“Oh, would it? How nice of you.” from registering shock at asking the question.
Tristan took a deep breath. Emperor Vasso What had made him inquire? He prided himself
knew by now Slap had been the one to rescue his on his lack of interest in any person. People were
sister. As a reward, that madman would likely kill annoyances to be tolerated or ignored, or marks
the cowboy in capricious amusement. “I mean it. to exploit. Nothing more.
Stick close to me. And watch your back.” Slap didn’t glance up as he studied the board.
Slap snorted but followed as Tristan left the “Nineteen.”
spaceport and headed into the city. A kid. A man. A tall ox with a heart that had
Selling their freight and arranging for a new seen more grief than he should have had to
legitimate cargo took very little time. Tristan endure. Fate, or perhaps some Zendian god of
hoped he could make other, more profitable irony, had saddled Tristan with this burden. But
dealings on the side, but that would have to wait he owed Slap; the cowboy had stepped in, risked
for a time when Slap wasn’t tagging along. his life for Tristan. Tristan knew betrayal, and
They walked through a market, Slap purchas- expected nothing less from others, but could not
ing fresh vegetables and fruit. Tristan trailed as make himself betray such a sacrifice. He couldn’t
the cowboy exclaimed over various types of leave Slap until he knew the ki—man would be
produce and grumbled at the high prices. This safe.
is a Confederation planet, boy, get used to being Slap jumped Tristan’s king and looked up with
robbed. a grin.
A movement between stalls caught Tristan’s Rubbing his chin with a mixture of quiet aston-
attention. A pair of steel grey eyes glinted and ishment and chagrin, Tristan met his opponent’s
disappeared from the top of potato crates. Oh, gaze with narrowed eyes. “Ever hear of a game
no. Not again! called ‘chess’?”
Tristan watched Slap shopping as if he hadn’t Slap shook his head.
seen that execrable watcher. He would have Tristan smiled.
to meet with him later, if only to find out what
Confed Sec wanted now. #
“Hey, broccoli!” Slap picked up a large bundle The ops man browsed booth to booth, glancing
of green florets. “D’you like this stuff, Tristan?” over silks, jewelry, baked goods, but his gaze
“Do you know how to cook all these fresh darted about the crowd. Tristan’s lips twitched
vegetables you’re buying, or are we to eat them up and he sidled between stalls until he came
raw?” around behind his target, who was pretending to
“I ain’t no Shallah, but I can cook.” Slap frowned, examine local ceramic artwork.
and dropped the broccoli. His shoulders hunched. “I’m not interested in another job,” Tristan
“Let’s get back to Bertha.” murmured, picking up a decorative pot from the
Muscles trembled and ached. His head despite everything, he winced in sympathy. He’d
thudded. Nausea passed through him in waves, been kicked by a horse once and suffered broken
making him swallow convulsively. Brago’s bands, ribs. It’d been agony. He’d been unable to move or
what happened? Slap opened his eyes and blinked breathe without it feeling like knives were driven
twice before realizing the room wasn’t sideways; into his chest.
he was. The side of his face pressed against a He strained his arms, but couldn’t loosen the
cold floor. His hands were tied behind him, the bonds. He eyed the corridor. Not far down to his
bindings cutting into his wrists. left a hatch promised a way out. They’d likely
Tristan lay across from him, eyes shut, a been brought aboard and dumped unceremoni-
slightly glowing net wrapped around his torso. ously until the captain, or whoever, had checked
Where were they? From the metallic, slightly oily them over. So—that was the way out. But he
smell, he’d guess a ship. And from the narrow- needed cover, and a knife. His knife! He could feel
ness he could see, they’d probably been dumped the sheath on his back, but he’d bet it was empty.
in a hallway. No way to tell with his hands tied—Brago’s Bands,
Boots appeared near his face. how was he going to get untied?
“That’s the one he wants all right. Keep that He looked down at the gasping man with
energy-mesh on him—he’s a slippery one.” what he hoped was a convincing snarl. “You gotta
“We got him easily enough,” a second voice choice. You untie me or I stomp you.”
said with sneering disagreement. The man’s mouth worked like a fish out of
“Don’t underestimate him. I won’t rest easy water, and he lifted a hand. Hoping he wasn’t
till he’s off our hands and we’ve got the reward.” going to be stabbed in the back, Slap knelt next
“What about this other one?” A boot prodded to the man. Fingers fumbled at his bonds and as
Slap’s forehead. “There’s no reward on him. Shall he felt the cords slacken, he strained and pulled
I kill him?” his arms free.
“When we could make a side profit? Look at Blood welled from gashes the cords had
his size! Sell him to a press gang. There has to made in his wrists. He rubbed the circulation into
be freebooters in port. Now help me get this one his hands as he stood. “Thanks,” he said to the
locked up. Then you can get rid of the big one.” downed man. “Maybe when we’re through with
Several men lifted Tristan. Footsteps faded you, we won’t sell you to the freebooters.”
away. Empty bluster, but perhaps because of Tristan’s
Slap struggled against his bonds and a hand reputation he was at least half-believed; the man
grabbed him by his hair. on the deck turned pale. Slap remembered his
“He’s awake.” Laughter. A foot nudged against sheath and felt for his blade. As he thought, gone.
his ankles. “You’re going on a trip, boy. A real “Who’s got my knife?” he asked himself aloud.
luxury cruise.” “Braddon,” whispered the man on the deck.
Fury rose in Slap. He swung his legs and Slap grinned and bent over, taking the man’s
contacted flesh. A yell and thump. He lifted his stunner. “Amazing how a little pain can make you
head to see his victim scrambling against the rethink your position, huh?” He stepped to the
bulkhead, holding a hand to his bloody nose. unconscious one and relieved him of his stunner
Hands grabbed Slap’s shoulders from above as well, tucking it in his waistband. “These’ll do
his head. He sat up and twisted. A body flew instead of my knife for now.” He looked down
over him and flipped, landing on his back. Slap the corridor, then back down at his ersatz helper.
shoulder-dropped onto the man’s chest. “How many men are on your ship?”
The other man leaned against the bulkhead, “Twenty one.”
one hand still on his nose. Blood dripped through “You two down, that’s nineteen to one.” If
his fingers. He dropped his hand to his holster. the man were telling the truth. Slap would soon
Slap scrambled to his feet and dove at his find out. “I wonder what Tristan would say to
captor. They crashed to the deck—the man these odds?” Without a further glance down, he
softening his own landing, but Slap still struggled muttered to the man, “Wish me luck.”
to get his breath. His cushion wasn’t so lucky; he This ship was larger than ol’ Bertha, and who
was out cold. knew what doors led where. Hefting the stunner
“Good for you, lizard,” he muttered. He rolled and starting down the hall, Slap wondered where
off the body and managed to get to his feet again. Tristan was locked up. Two men came out of a door
His first victim lay unmoving, gasping shallowly. ahead of him and Slap shot them. One fell imme-
He bet he broke the man’s ribs and sternum, and diately, the other staggered against a bulkhead,
his hand fumbling at the gauss gun holster on his I’ll use them if I have to. Let me go, I’ve got no
back. Slap fired again and snorted at the heavy part in this.”
thud. “Sack o’ potatoes. Seventeen.” “You’d just walk out when we killed your
The first man wore a stunner. Slap tucked it in friend?”
his belt. Slap swallowed taking the gauss gun—a Slap eyed Tristan prying the stunner’s case
nasty weapon. He gazed about. Where might open as he answered, “He wasn’t no friend, just
they have Tristan? He opened the door the two someone I hitched a ride with. ‘Smatter of fact,
had exited. Tristan! Blind luck! with him dead, I can take his ship. I figure you’ve
His dark companion leaned upright against the done me a favor.”
bulkhead, awake, dark eyes glaring. The energy- Silence for a moment. Tristan was still diddling
mesh hissed, almost a sizzling sound. It must be with the stunner, his slender fingers working
set to max. quickly, face intent.
“What are you doing here?” Tristan asked. Then, from the hall, “And if we don’t want to
“Looking for you, what else? How do I get this let you go?”
thing off you?” “Well, I figure being dead now is only hurryin’
“The controls are on a belt.” what I’d get in a press gang. And I reckon with
“Gotcha. I’ll check the two guys who just left this gauss gun, I’d take a few of you with me,
here.” Slap peeked around the doorway and anyway. So what’s say? You get your reward, I just
dragged one, then the other, into the room. He inherited a ship. Call it square.”
found a small box with several switches on it and Tristan looked up, his voice low, urgent. “When
yanked it off the belt. He thumbed a switch and I say ‘now,’ you rush with me, cover our backs
the hissing stopped. —stun anything moving.”
Tristan tossed the thing off with a look of “Thing is,” the voice called, “how do we trust
disdain and rose. “What are you doing here?” he each other?”
repeated. He took the gauss gun from Slap. Tristan gestured as if tossing the stunner out
Slap scowled. “If it slipped your mind, we were the door, and winked.
both stunned and brought here.” Slap grinned. “For starters, how about if I
Tristan narrowed his eyes. “I meant, why did throw my stunners out to you?”
you come looking for me. No time now. Let’s go.” “Sounds fine.”
He started through the door and jumped back—a From an angle, Tristan lobbed the stunner to
blinding flare hit the left side of the doorframe. the right, the direction the particle beam had
The entire edge of the jamb twisted in glowing come from. Shouts of alarm—a burst of light.
ruins—the door within the scorched bulkhead “Now!” Tristan hissed.
ruined. Tristan muttered a sharp word in his Slap almost tripped charging out the door,
native tongue. one hand on Tristan’s back, spraying stunner fire
“PBG?” Slap hissed, fear rising through his behind them. Bodies fell, and he turned to see
gut. where they were going just as Tristan skidded
Tristan eyed the damage and shoved backwards and pushed against him. “Back! Back!”
into Slap. “Or rifle. Get back.” Slap needed no urging—he could hear
“You’re trapped in there,” a voice called. “It footsteps running their way from beyond the
doesn’t matter to us if you give up or not. We get curve in the corridor. He trampled over bodies
our reward dead or alive.” and felt a pull on his arm.
Slap’s gaze darted around the room—no other “Up!”
doors. He grabbed Tristan’s arm. “What do we do He saw the stairs and leaped up the steps, his
now?” breath ragged with panic. Behind, below, he heard
Tristan jerked free, lips thinned into a line. a scream. He jumped up to the deck, belatedly
His gaze went to Slap’s waist and he snatched checking for people. Tristan surged up to join
one of the stunners from him. “Play them,” he him, eyes darting about. He waved a command
whispered. “Stall. Tell them the PB got me and to follow with the gauss gun and sprinted to their
you’ll give yourself up, but only if they let you go right. Slap stayed on his heels.
free.” Tristan pulled up by a door. “Get ready to
Slap licked his lips, a feeling of certainty, of stun.”
trust in Tristan welling up in him. “You got your Before Slap could nod, the door slid open,
reward then,” he shouted. “The particle beam and he peppered the room—the bridge from the
got him. But I have stunners and a gauss gun, and look of it—with stun bursts. Two men slumped in
been lounging in a chair, but now sat up. Curly first set in front of him. The café boasted foods
hair disheveled, eyes sunken. from many planets, each dish with a strange name,
Slap stood with a worried look and approached and expensive to boot. Tristan’s choice from the
whispering, “How ya feeling?” menu had been a mystery to Slap. He didn’t know
Tristan tried to speak but his dry mouth and what hobbits were; Tristan said the name was a
throat fought him. He swallowed, licked his lips, reference to some classic literature from ancient
and swallowed again. “What happened?” His Earth. Whatever the source, the dish had lots of
voice came out a hoarse croak. mushrooms.
“A piece of metal tore into your chest. You Tristan sipped his tea, his gaze, as usual, darting
almost died. But these Confederate guys”—Slap around, always alert.
waved a hand across the room—“showed up and The meal had been quiet, but now, with Tristan
brought you here.” seeming a little more relaxed, perhaps Slap could
Tristan turned his head to the left. Steel Eyes ask a few questions. He finished chewing and
and another man, stockier and older. Great. swallowed. “So who hired those mercenaries?”
“We saved your life,” Steel Eyes said. “You owe “I’m not sure and I loathe leaving without
us.” knowing, but those men are all in Confed’s custody.
“I didn’t ask for your help.” They have refused to talk, which has our erstwhile
“He did.” Steel Eyes nodded at Slap. benefactors pulling their hair out.” Tristan’s teeth
“He doesn’t speak for me, and he can’t make flashed in a grin. He took another drink of his tea.
deals for me.” “It can’t be Istvan. He’d want me alive, and be
“He asked us to save your life. We figured it after you too. These fellows weren’t interested
would be worth something to you.” in you. And Dray wants me dead. I don’t think the
“You figured wrong.” Mordas have gotten their feet under them yet to
“Now look—” come after us, and again, they’d want us both.”
“Enough,” a new voice said from beyond the Slap tapped the table lightly with his knuckles.
foot of the bed. “He’s still far from recovered.” “Istvan? Why would the Emperor be after you or
“We need answers,” Steel Eyes’ partner said. me? You returned his sister to him.”
“My patient needs rest. Now get out of here.” “A quirk of his.”
The two men hesitated, then left. A stern man Slap gritted his teeth. “Could you chew it fine,
of slight build walked up and peered at Tristan. please?”
“A little worse for wear after your adventure, but With a shrug, Tristan put down his teacup.
you should be up and around in a day or two.” He “More often than not, his rewards are painful.
gazed up at Slap. “Now that you know he’ll be And fatal.”
fine, why not go get some rest yourself? At the Slap grimaced as he pulled out Tristan’s
rate you’re going, you’ll end up a patient too.” meaning. “That’s crazy!”
Slap frowned, shaking his head. “So is he. The best thing that could happen to
“Don’t argue or I will throw you out. Now, go!” Eridani would be for the royal palace to be blown
Grumbling, Slap complied, with one last up with him and all his family inside.”
troubled look before heading out the door. Slap thought of the girl, the princess, blown
Tristan let himself fall back down into forgetful to bits, and pushed aside the image. “Who is this
sleep. Dray you mentioned?”
“Someone to avoid.”
# He banged his fist on the table. “Why can’t
you give me straight answers?”
Slap took a deep breath, enjoying the fresh Tristan looked off, as if seeing something far
breeze of the open-air café. Now that Tristan away. “He’s someone I used to...know. He taught
was released, they’d be heading back into space me a few skills and felt that obligated me to him.
too soon, he was sure. Ol’ Bertha seemed to get He wasn’t appreciative when I left and has been
smaller and smaller each day he was confined to looking for me.”
her. Well, at least it made him appreciate being “You know...” Slap whirled his glass in the water
on a planet.
He swirled the last bit of meat in the spicy saying“You
ring. have the most...understated way of
things. Of saying nothing.” He sighed. “So
green sauce and shoved it in his mouth. Good how many people want you dead—or alive?”
stuff. He hadn’t thought so when the plate was “Unknown.” Tristan’s dark eyes bored into his.
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