A week, maybe, Len Buchannan said. He didnt seem terribly happy with the idea.
Thats fine. Well start this afternoon.
Well take half of the money now, as a deposit, Gail said. A Jovian Bank disk appeared from nowhere in her hand.
Youll get a thousand now as a deposit, plus five hundred to buy enough food and water for three weeks, Lori said. Ill
pay another two thousand once we leave the harbour this afternoon, two more when we get to Schuster, and the sum when we get
back here.
Gail Buchannan made a lot of indignant noise, but the sight of actual cash piling up in her disk silenced her.
Make sure its decent food, Lori told her. Freeze dried, Im sure you know where to get stocks of that from.
They left the Buchannans bickering and went on to a lumber-yard to arrange for the logs to be delivered. It took an hour longer
than it should have done to get their order sorted out; the only reason they got it at all was because they were regular customers.
The yard was frantically busy with an order for a thousand tonnes of mayope. The laughing foreman told them a lunatic starship
captain was planning to carry it to another star.
They were going to make Joshua Calverts deadline. Marie Skibbow couldnt keep the thought out of her mind. It was midafternoon,
and she was sitting up at the bar in the nearly deserted Crashed Dumper having a celebratory drink. What she really felt like
doing was singing and dancing, it was a wonderful experience. All the contacts shed meticulously built up over the last few
months had finally paid off. The deals she put together had clicked into place all the way down the line, smoothing the way
for the wood to get from the lumber-yard into orbit with minimum fuss and maximum speed. In fact it had turned out they were
being limited by how fast Ashly Hanson could load the foam-covered bundles into the
Lady Macbeth
s cargo holds. The starship only carried one MSV, which imposed a two hundred and fifty tonne per day restriction. The pilot
simply couldnt work any faster; and not even Marie could obtain a MSV from Kenyon, which was the only other place they were
in use within the Lalonde star system. But even so, they should have the last bundle loaded tomorrow, a day before the deadline.
Her Jovian Bank disk was burning like a small thermal-induction field in her sawn-off jeans pocket. Joshua had paid her on
the nose, every McBoeing flight that lifted off the spaceports metal grid runway saw another batch of fuseodollars added
to her account. And hed given her a bonus for arranging the lorries. The drivers were taking colonists farmsteading gear
from the spaceport down to the harbour and returning half-empty; it didnt take much organization or money to fix it so they
brought the mayope with them when they came back. That way Joshua saved money on an official contract with the haulage company
that owned them.
Her first major-league deal. She sipped her iced brightlime, enjoying the bitter taste as it went down her throat. Was this
how millionaires felt every day? The total satisfaction which came from tangible accomplishment. And all the famous merchant
names in history must have started with a first deal like this, even Richard Saldana, who founded Kulu. Now there was a thought.
But there werent many opportunities for deals this big on Lalonde. She simply had to leave, that goal had never changed.
The money from the deal would be a hefty slice towards the eighteen thousand fuseodollars she needed for a basic set of neural
nanonics. Joshua would probably pay her an overall bonus as well. He was honest enough.
Which brought her to the real question of the day: whether or not she was going to go to bed with him. He had certainly asked
her often enough over the last four days. He was handsome, if a trifle gaunt, with a good-looking body; and he must be talented
after all the girls hed been with. An owner-captain under twenty-five years old, it would surely run into hundreds. Especially
with that grin. He must practise it; so sexy. She rather liked the notion of what theyd be capable of doing to each other
if they flung off every inhibition. There had been rumours back at the arcology about the prowess of people geneered for spaceflight,
something to do with enhanced flexibility.
And if she didwhich she probably wouldhe might just take her with him when he left. It really wasnt a possibility she could
afford to ignore. After Norfolk he said he was planning on returning to Tranquillity. That habitat was premier real estate,
superior even to Earth and Kulu. Ive already whored my way down the river; whoring to Tranquillity would hardly be a hardship
after that.
The Crashed Dumpers door creaked open. A young man in a blue and red checked shirt and long khaki shorts walked in, and sat
down at the other end of the bar. He never even glanced at Marie, which was odd. She was wearing her sawn-off jeans and a
dark-orange singlet, long limbs on show. His face looked familiar, early twenties, ruggedly attractive with a neatly trimmed
beard. His clothes were new, and clean, made locally. Was he one of Durringhams new generation of merchants? Shed met a
lot of them since she got the job at the embassy, and they were always keen to talk while they waited for Ralph Hiltch, her
boss.
She pouted slightly. There, if she had neural nanonics shed have no trouble placing the name.
Beer, please, he told the barkeeper.
The voice fixed him, it just took a moment for her incredulity to die down. No wonder she hadnt recognized him to start with.
She went over to him.
Quinn Dexter, what the bloody hell are you doing here?
He turned slowly, blinking at her uncertainly in the pubs filtered light. She held back on a laugh, because it was obvious
he didnt recognize her either.
His fingers clicked, and he smiled. Marie Skibbow. Glad to see you made it to the big city. Everybody wondered if you would.
They didnt stop talking about you for a month.
Yeah, well
She sat on the stool next to him as he paid for his beer from a thick wad of Lalonde francs. That wasnt right,
Ivets didnt have hard cash. She waited until the barkeeper went away then dropped her voice. Quinn, dont tell people who
you are. Theyre killing Ivets in this town right now. Its pretty nasty.
No problem. Im not an Ivet any more. I bought myself out of my work time contract.
Bought yourself out? Marie had never known you could do that.
Sure, he winked. Everything on this planet is financially orientated.
Ah, right. How did you buy it? Dont tell me dear old Aberdale started being successful.
No, not a chance, it never changed. I found some gold in the river.
Gold?
Yes, a nugget you wouldnt believe. He held up his hand, making a fist. This big, Marie, and thats the honest truth. So
I kept going back, there was nothing ever as big as that first one, but I built up quite a little hoard. They thought it must
have washed down from the mountains on the other side of the savannah, remember them?
God, dont remind me. I dont want to remember anything about that village.
Cant say I blame you. First thing I did was get out. Sailed straight down the Juliffe on a trader boat; took me a week and
I got ripped off by the captain, but here I am. Arrived today.
Yeah, I got ripped off too. Marie studied her glass of brightlime. So whats happening upriver, Quinn? Have the Ivets really
taken over the Quallheim Counties?
It was all news to me when we docked this morning. There was nothing like that in the offing when I left. Maybe theyre fighting
over the gold. Whoever owns the mother-lode is going to be seriously rich.
Theyve sent a load of sheriffs and deputies up there, armed to the teeth.
Oh, dear. That doesnt sound good. Guess Im lucky I got out when I did.
Marie realized how hot she had become in the last couple of minutes. When she glanced up she saw the fans had stopped spinning.
Bloody typical, right when the sun was at its zenith. Quinn? How are my family?
Well
He pulled a sardonic face. Your fathers not changed much.
She lifted her glass level with her face. Amen.
Lets see; your mothers OK, your brother-in-law is OK. Oh yes, Paulas pregnant.
Really? God, Ill be an aunt.
Looks like it. He took a swig of his beer.
So what are you going to do now?
Leave. Get on a starship and go, some planet where I can start over.
There was that much gold? she asked.
Yeah, that much, and then some.
Marie thought fast, weighing up her options. I can get you off Lalonde by tomorrow afternoon, and not back to Earth either,
this is a fresh planet the captain is heading for. Clean air, open spaces, and a rock-solid economy.
Yeah? Quinn brightened considerably. The overhead fans began to turn again.
Yes. I have a contact in the ship, but I charge commission for introducing you.
You really landed on your feet, didnt you?
I do OK.
Marie, there werent any girls on the boat down the river.
She wasnt sure how he had suddenly got so close. He was pressed up beside her, and his presence was sending fissures of doubt
straight through her self-confidence. Something about Quinn was monstrously intimidating, verging on menacing. I can help
there, I think. I know a place, the girls are clean.
I dont want a
place
, Marie. Dear God, seeing you sitting there triggered all those memories I thought Id put behind me.
Quinn, she said laconically.
You think I can help it? You were every Ivets wet dream back at Aberdale, wed spend hours talking about you. Thered be
fights over who got on the work detail to your homestead. I did, I got it every time, I made bloody sure I did.
Quinn!
You were everything I could never have, Marie. Damn Christ, I worshipped you, you were perfection, everything that was right
and good in the world.
Dont, Quinn. Her head was spinning, making her dizzy. What he was saying was crazy, hed never even noticed her when he
walked in the Crashed Dumper. It was so hot, the sweat was running down her back. His arm went round her, making her look
into fevered eyes.
And now here you are again. My very own idol. Like God gave me a second chance. And Im not giving up this chance, Marie.
Whatever it takes, I want you. I want you, Marie. Then his lips were on hers.
She was shaking against him when he finished the kiss.
Quinn no, she mumbled. He tightened his grip, squashing her against him. His chest felt as though it was carved from rock,
every muscle a steel band. She couldnt understand why she wasnt pushing him away. But she wasnt, the thought was inconceivable.
Im going to make it so good youre never going to leave me, he said in a frantic whisper. Im going to make you see Im
the one for you, that there is no one else in the whole galaxy who can replace me. Im going to take you from this atrocity
of a planet when I go; and were going to live somewhere sweet and beautiful, where there isnt any jungle, and people are
happy. And Im going to buy us a big house, and Im going to make you pregnant, and our children are going to be so lovely
it hurts to look at them. Youll see, Marie. Youll see what true love can bring when you give yourself up to me.
There were tears in her eyes at the terrible wonderful words. Words that spoke out every dream she owned. And how could he
possibly know? Yet there was only desire and yearning in his face. So maybeplease Godjust maybe it was true. Because nobody
could be so cruel as to lie about such things.
They leant together as they stumbled out of the Crashed Dumper, the pair of them drunk with their own brand of desire.
The Confederation Navy office on Lalonde was a twostorey structure, an oblong box sixty-five metres broad, twenty deep. The
outer walls were blue-silver mirrors, broken by a single black band halfway up, which ran round the entire circumference.
The flat roof had seven satellite uplinks covered by geodesic weather casings that resembled particularly virile bright orange
toadstools. Only five of them actually housed communication equipment, the other two covered maser cannon which provided a
short-range defence capability. The building was situated in the eastern sector of Durringham, five hundred metres from the
dumper which housed the Governors office.
It was a class 050-6B office, suitable for phase one colonies and non-capital missions (tropical); a programmed silicon structure
made by the Lunar SII. It had arrived on Lalonde in a cubic container five metres to a side. The Fleet marine engineers who
activated it had to sink corner foundations fifteen metres deep into the loam in order to secure it against the wind. The
silicon walls might have been as strong as mayope, but they were only as thick as paper; it was terribly vulnerable to even
mild gusts. And given Lalondes temperature there was some speculation that warm air accumulating inside might actually provide
sufficient lift to get it airborne.
There were fifty Confederation Navy staff assigned to Lalonde: officers, NCOs, and ratings, who ate, worked, and slept inside.
The most active department was the recruitment centre, where fifteen permanent staff dealt with youngsters who shared Marie
Skibbows opinion of their world, but lacked her individual resourcefulness. Enlistment offered a golden ticket offplanet,
away from the rain, the heat, and the remorseless physical labour of the farms.
Every time Ralph Hiltch walked through the wide automated entrance doors and breathed in clean, dry, conditioned air he felt
just that fraction closer to home. Back in a world of right angles, synthetic materials, uniforms, humming machinery, and
government-issue furniture.
A pretty rating barely out of her teens was waiting to escort him from the entrance hall where all the farmboy and -girl hopefuls
were queueing in their hand-stitched shirts and mud-stained denim trousers. He opened his lightweight cagoule and shook some
of the rain from it as she escorted him up the stairs and into the security zone of the second floor.