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“I didn’t think a Club pilot would do that.”

“After Extrone said he’d hunt farn beasts, even if it meant going to the alien system? Listen, you don’t know.... Wait a minute.”

There was perspiration on Ri’s upper lip.

“I didn’t tell Extrone, if that’s what you’re thinking,” Mia said.

Ri’s mouth twisted. “I didn’t say you did.”

“Listen,” Mia said in a hoarse whisper. “I just thought. Listen. To hell with how he found out. Here’s the point. Maybe he’ll shoot us, too, when the hunt’s over.”

Ri licked his lips. “No. He wouldn’t do that. We’re not—not just anybody. He couldn’t kill us like that. Not even him. And besides, why would he want to do that? It wouldn’t do any good to shoot us. Too many people already know about the farn beasts. You said that yourself.”

Mia said, “I hope you’re right.” They stood side by side, studying the blast area in silence. Finally, Mia said, “We better be getting back.”

“What’ll we tell him?”

“That we saw tracks. What else can we tell him?”

They turned back along their trail, stumbling over vines.