He had gusto. He started stuffing the policies in his pocket. Wingate and Hartley finished that 'work period as helpers to labor clients already stationed. I simply walked out of the store, took the bridge across the street, found the tube stall marked 'Rocket Port', waited for an empty cartridge, and strapped myself and my luggage in.
I stood staring after them half-wittedly when Zeb brought me to my senses by picking up my corselet and shoving it out for me to put in my arms. The endless picnic stretched into weeks, into months. appy at last to be aboard the ship for Denver and to note that my companion of the week before was not a passenger. He touched a hand to the wound, then stood there, regarding the blood on his fingers with a puzzled expression on his face.
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