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It shook and rattled, but it seemed to make good time. "I don't know anything about farming," Feldman protested. Jake shrugged. "No, of course not. Couple of our friends heard about you where a spaceman was getting drunk and tipped us off. We know who you are. Here, try a bracky?" Feldman took what seemed to be a cigarette and studied it doubtfully.
He growled for the hundredth time, cursing his fatigue-numbed mind. Too little sleep, too much coffee and bracky.... He reached for the package of weed, realizing that he would miss it on Earth, if he ever got there. Like everything here on the planet, he'd begun by detesting it and wound up finding it the thing he wanted to keep forever. He lighted the bracky and sat smoking, watching Lou drive.
Ah, Bracky, the kind hand and the kind word that you liked so well will never be wid you more that low sweet song that you loved to listen to, and that made you turn round while she was milkin' you, an' lick her wid your tongue from pure affection for what was there that had life that didn't love her? That low, sweet song, Bracky, you will never hear again.
Feldman knew that the Lobby permitted some leniency here, due to the scarcity of real medical help. There was only one decent hospital at Northport, on the opposite side of the planet. Jake sighed and reached for another bracky weed. "Yeah, I'm pretty good with herbs. But I got a sick village on my hands and I can't handle it. We can't all mortgage our work to pay for a trip to Northport.
The bracky had gone out to Earth on a converted war rocket that could make the trip in less than two weeks, and one packet had been specially labeled for Captain Everts. But Earth had already confirmed the cure. The small amounts of the herb found in the botanical collections had been enough to satisfy all doubts.
The spacesuited man climbed into it and began strapping down so that the rush of air would not sweep him outward when the other seal was released. Doc had saved one bracky weed. Now he raised it to his lips, fumbling for a light. Everts stepped forward and flipped a lighter. Doc inhaled deeply. Fear was thick in every muscle, and he needed the smoke desperately. Then he caught himself.
She was getting logorrhea herself now and The answer finally hit him! He jerked around, making a grab for Lou's shoulder, motioning for the man to head back. "Bracky it has to be! Chris, that's it. Jake picked out the second group of men from his friends and they are all cronies because they hang around so much in their so-called smoking room.
"You might say a revolution has been going on since I can remember, though most villagers don't know it. We've just been waiting our time. Now we've stopped waiting and the rifles will be coming out rifles made in village shops. The villages are going to rebel, even if we're all dead of plague in a month." Doc Feldman nodded and reached for the bracky.
They had to see that Earth received all the bracky she needed. It was only right to charge a fair price for it, but they couldn't restrict it by withholding or overcharging. And they could still gain their ends without blackmail. Martian alkaloids were tricky things, and bracky smoke contained a number of them.
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