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Mia glanced nervously over his shoulder. “It’s that damned pilot’s fault for setting us down on this side. I told him it was the other side. I told him so.”

Ri shrugged hopelessly.

Mia said, “I don’t think he even saw a blast area over here. I think he wanted to get us in trouble.”

“There shouldn’t be one. There shouldn’t be a blast area on this side of the ridge, too.”

“That’s what I mean. The pilot don’t like businessmen. He had it in for us.”

Ri cleared his throat nervously. “Maybe you’re right.”

“It’s the Hunting Club he don’t like.”

“I wish to God I’d never heard of a farn beast,” Ri said. “At least, then, I wouldn’t be one of his guides. Why didn’t he hire somebody else?”

Mia looked at his companion. He spat. “What hurts most, he pays us for it. I could buy half this planet, and he makes me his guide—at less than I pay my secretary.”

“Well, anyway, we won’t have to cross that ridge.”

“Hey, you!” Extrone called.

The two of them turned immediately.

“You two scout ahead,” Extrone said. “See if you can pick up some tracks.”