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Updated: May 24, 2025
The two girls in bikinis in front of me pushed on, still gabbling about the fight one of them had had with her boy friend, and I closed up behind the half dozen monster-hunters in long trousers, ankle boots and short boat-jackets, with big knives on their belts.
So that was why I'd had so much trouble making a pistol shot out of Tom, and why it would take a special act of God to make one out of his father. And that was why monster-hunters caused so few casualties in barroom shootings around Port Sandor, outside of bystanders and back-bar mirrors. I felt like Newton after he'd figured out why the apple bopped him on the head. "You mean like this?"
Tom couldn't string three sentences no, one sentence together to save his life, and I'm just a town boy who likes to live in something that isn't pitching end-for-end every minute. Tom is about three inches taller than I am, and about thirty pounds heavier. Like all monster-hunters, he's trying to grow a beard, though at present it's just a blond chin-fuzz.
He'd put it on telecast in Belsher's own voice. Maybe the monster-hunters would start looking around for a rope, then. When I got through listening to him, I went over and got a short audiovisual of Captain Marshak of the Peenemünde for the 'cast, and then I rejoined Tom and Murell. "Mr. Murell says he's staying with you at the Times," Tom said.
He still wore the beard, now white, that was practically the monster-hunters' uniform. "The stuff come in all right?" I asked Dad, letting down the lifter. "Yes. What do you think of that fellow Belsher?" he asked. "Did you ever hear such an impudent string of lies in your life?" Then, out of the corner of his eye, he saw the lifter full of luggage, and saw somebody with me. "Mr. Murell?
I just want him out of the Co-operative, and if he runs out from it now, he'll never get back in." "You want him, and you want him alive," Bish Ware said. "Ravick has close to four million sols banked on Terra. Every millisol of that's money he's stolen from the monster-hunters of this planet, through the Co-operative.
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