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Updated: May 11, 2025
"No, just what I said I am, an Out-Hunter who happened to come into some knowledge that will assist in straightening out a few crooked quirks in several systems. I have no love for the Kogan clan, but to help bring down a Veep of Wass' measure does aid in reinstating one's self-esteem." "This victim compensation I could claim it, even though the deal was a set-up?"
Then a finger of mist drew between Rynch and the lights which were now only faint, glowing patches. He swung down from his perch, shook Hume awake. The Out-Hunter made that instant return to full consciousness which was another defense for the men who live long on the rim of wild worlds. "What ?" Rynch pulled him forward.
He had realized the folly of his outburst the moment Wass had looked at him. "This becomes more interesting," the Veep had remarked with that deceptive gentleness. "You are Rynch Brodie, castaway from the Largo Drift, are you not? I trust that Out-Hunter Hume has made plain to you our concern with your welfare, Gentlehomo Brodie." "I'm not Brodie."
But he could hear, just beyond, the man who beat at that unseen curtain, first in anger and fear, and then just in fear, until the fear was a lonesome crying that went on and on until even that last feeble assault on the barrier failed. "We have here the tape report of Ras Hume, Out-Hunter of the Guild."
All the knowledge of a Guild Out-Hunter, added to the information gathered by the survey, would be used to provide Rynch Brodie with the training necessary for wilderness survival. Hume was already listing the items to be included as he strode down the street, his tread once more assured. His head ached dully, of that he was conscious first.
And the Out-Hunter respected him as being man enough to be wary of giving any suspicion of going counter to the agreed plan. Dawn was touching up the main points of the western continent, and he must set this spacer down within a day's journey of the abandoned L-B. Exploration in that direction would be the first logical move for his party.
And he was a prisoner with a very uncertain future, depending upon the will of the Veep and a man named Hume. Hume, the Out-Hunter, had shown no surprise when Wass stood up in the lamplight to greet the rescued. "I see you have been hunting." His eyes had moved from Hume to Rynch and back again. "Yes but that does not matter!" the Hunter had returned impatiently. "No? Then what does?"
Vye reddened, but he was also more than a little surprised that the man in the worn space uniform had read hesitancy right. Someone out of the Starfall should not be too particular about employment, and he could not tell why he was. "Nothing illegal, I assure you." The man crossed to set his refresher cup in the empty slot. "I am an Out-Hunter." Lansor blinked.
Vye was quiet as he stowed in the flitter again. As Hume had said, events moved fast. A little while ago he had wanted to settle with this Out-Hunter, wring out of him not only an explanation for his being here, but claim satisfaction for the humiliation of being moved about to suit some others' purposes.
Down there was something something artificially fashioned which might be the answer to all their questions. But to venture into the lake himself he could not do it! If he could bring the Out-Hunter to his senses the other might find the solution to this puzzle. Vye filled his bulbs, working speedily, but still studying what he could see of the strange erection under the lake.
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