September 25, 2025 • 17 mins
In Police Your Planet, Bruce Gordon finds himself at a crossroads as he stares at his ONE WAY ticket, a symbol of his life choices. With a heavy heart, he tears it into thirty pieces, each representing a year of his life filled with regrets and lost opportunities. From his two years as a cop to his struggles in the boxing ring, from fleeting attempts at professional gambling to his explosive rise as a journalist uncovering the Mercury scandals, Bruces journey has been anything but ordinary. But after a shocking revelation about his big scoop, he receives one last assignment that could change everything. Join Bruce as he navigates the complexities of ambition, truth, and the price of exposure. (Summary by Christian Alexander and Excerpt of Chapter 1)
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Chapter fifteen of Police Your Planet by Lester Dlray. This
LibriVox recording is in the public domain. Chapter fifteen, Murdoch's Mantle.
There were three men, each with a white circle painted
(00:21):
on chest in the left arm talking to Mother Corey.
When Bruce Gordon came down the rickety steps. He stopped
for a second, but there was no sign of trouble.
Then the words of the thin man below reached him.
So we figured when we found the stiffs maybe you'd
come back. Mother. Damn good thing. We were right. We
(00:42):
can sure use that ammunition you found. Now, where's this
Gordon fellow here? Gordon told the man he'd recognized him
finally as Schulberg, the little grocer from the nineteenth precinct.
The man swung suspiciously, then grinned weakly. There was hunger
and strain on his face, but an odd authority and pride.
(01:05):
Now I'll be dog gone. Why a'n't you say he
was with Murdoch. They want someone to locate ed Prager
and see about getting some food shipped in from outside Cobber.
Mother Corey told him they got some money scraped together.
But the Hicks are doing no business with Marsport. You
(01:26):
know ed, just tell em I sent you. I'd go myself,
but I'm getting too old to go chasing men out there.
What's in at? Gordon asked, reaching for his helmet. There
was a surprised exchange of glances from the others, but
mother Corey chuckled heart like a steel trap cowber, He said,
(01:46):
almost approvingly. Well, you'll be earning yer. Keep here yours,
and that granddaughter's too here. You'll need direction for finding prager.
He handed the paper with his scrawling notes on it
over to Gordon and went shuffling back. Gordon stuck it
into his pouch and followed the three outside. They had
(02:07):
a truck waiting. Rusty and Corey's two henchmen were busy
loading it with ammunition from the cellar. Schulberg motioned him
into the cab of the truck, and the other two
climbed into the closed rear section. All right, Gordon said,
what goes on? The other began explaining as he picked
away through the ruin and rubble. Murdock had done better
(02:30):
than Gordon had expected. He'd laid out a program for
a citizen's vigilante committee and had drilled enough in the
ruthless use of the club to keep the gangs down.
Once the police were all busy inside the dome with
their private war, the committee had been the only means
of keeping order in the whole territory beyond It was
(02:50):
now extended to cover about half the area as a
voluntary police organization. He pointed outside, it was changed. There
were fewer people outside. Gordon had never seen group starvation before.
They passed a crowd around a crude gallows and Shilburg stopped.
A man was already dead and dangling. Should turn him
(03:14):
over to us cops. Shilburg said, what's he hanged for? Hoarding?
A voice answered, and others supplied the few details. The
dead man had been caught with a half bag of
flour and part of a case of beans. Shilburg found
a scrap of something and penciled to crime on it
together with a circle signature, and pinned it to the body.
(03:37):
All food should be turned in, he explained to Gordon
as they climbed back into the truck. We figure community
kitchens can stretch things a bit more, and we give
a half extra ration to the guys who can find
anything useful to do. We got enough so most people
won't starve to death for another week. I guess, but
you'd better get Prager to send something. Gordon, here here's
(04:02):
the scratch we scraped up. He passed over a bag
filled with a collection of small bills and coins. We
can trust you, I guess, he said. Dully, remember you
with Murdoch anyhow, and you can tell Prager we got
plenty of men looking for work in case he can
use em. He pulled up to shout a report through
a big Mars speaker as they passed an old building
(04:24):
Murdoch had used as a precinct house. It now had
a crude sign proclaiming it Voluntary Police Headquarters and Outland
Government Center. Then he went on until they came to
a spur of the little electric mono rail system with
three abandoned service engines parked at the end, extra air inside.
(04:44):
And the best we could do for food was going
to try myself, But I don't know, Prager, Schulberg said.
He handed over a key and nodded toward the first
service engine. Good luck, Gordon, and damn it were we
gotta eat, don't we? You tell him that it ain't much,
(05:06):
but get what you can he swung the truck and
was gone. Gordon climbed into the enclosed cab and pulled
back questioningly on the only lever he could see. The
engine backed briefly, he reversed the control. Then it moved forward,
picking up speed. Apparently there was still power flowing in
(05:29):
from the automatic atomic generators. He got off to puzzle
out a switch using mother Corey's scrawled instructions. He had
vaguely expected to see more of Mars, but for eight
hours there was only the bare flatness and dunes of
unending sandy surface and scraggly useless native plants opened out
(05:51):
to the sun. Marsport had been located where the only
vein of uranium had been found on Mars, and the
growing section was closer to the equator. Then he came
to villages again. There was the sight of children running
around without helmets. He stopped once for directions, and a
man stared at him suspiciously and finally threw a switch reluctantly.
(06:16):
He was finally forced to stop again, sure that he
was near now. This time it was in what seemed
to be a major's shipping center in the heart of
the lines that ran helter skelter from village to village.
Another suspicious eyed man studied him. You won't find Prager
on his farm. Couldn't reach it in that anyhow, he said. Finally,
(06:38):
Then he turned up his mar speaker ed hey ed
down the street. The seal of a building opened and
the big bluff figure of Prager came out. His eyes
narrowed as he spotted Gordon. Then he grinned and waved
his visitor forward. Inside there was evidence of food, and
a rather pretty girl brought out another place latter and
(07:00):
set it before Gordon. He ate while they exchanged uncertain,
rambling information. Finally he got down to his errand Prager
seemed to read his mind. I can get the stuff,
sat Gordon. I'm head of the shipping committee for this squadrant.
But why in the hell should I The last time
every car was looted in Outer Marsport. If they won't
(07:23):
let us get the oil and chemicals we need, why
should we feed them ever? See starvation? Gordon asked, wishing
again some one else who'd felt it could carry the message.
He told about a man who'd committed suicide for his kids.
Not stopping is Prager's face sickened slowly. Hell, who wouldn't
loot your trains? If that's going on? All right? If
(07:45):
mother Cory'll back up this volunteer police group, I've got
kids of my own. Look, you want food, we want
to ship Get your cops to give us an escort
for every shipment through the dome, and we'll drop off
one car out of four for the Outlians. Gordon sat back,
weakly done, he said, provided the first shipment carries the
(08:07):
most we can get for the credits I brought it,
will We've got some stuff that's about to spoil, and
we can let you have a whole train of it.
He took the stack of credits and tossed it toward
a drawer. Uncounted a damned good thing. Security sending a
ship credits won't be worth much until they get this
mess straightened out. Gordon felt the hair at the base
(08:29):
of his neck tingle. What makes you think security can
do anything? They haven't shown a hand yet they will,
Prager said, You guys in Marsport feed yourself so many
lies you begin to believe them. But security took venus
and I'm not worried here in the long run, don't
ask me how. His voice was a mixture of bitterness
(08:50):
and an odd certainty. They set Security up as a
nice little debating society, Gordon to make it easy for
North America to grab the planets by doing it through
that agency. Only they got better men on it than
they wanted. So far Security has played one nation against
another enough to keep any from daring to swipe power
on the planets. And this latest trick folded up too.
(09:15):
North America figured on Marsport folding up once they got
the police war started with a bunch of chiseling profiteers
as their front. They expected the citizens to yell Uncle
all the way back to Earth. But out here nobody
thinks of Earth as a place to yell to for help.
So they missed, and now Securities got Panasia and United
(09:37):
Africa balanced against North America, so the swipe won't work.
We got the dope from our southern receiver. North America's
called it all a mistake and emergency measure and turned
it back to Security along with how many war rockets?
Gordon asked none. They never gave any real power never will.
(10:00):
Only strength Securities ever had comes from the fact that
it always wins somehow forget the crooks and crooked cops. Man.
Ask the people who've been getting kicked around about security,
and you'll find that even most Marsport doesn't hate it.
It's the only hope we've got of not having all
the plans turn into colonial empires. You staying over, or
(10:23):
want me to give you an engineer and drag car
so you can ride back in comfort. Gordon stared at
the room where almost everything was a product of the planet,
at Prager and at the Girl. Here was a real
mars the men who liked it here, who were sure
of their future. I'll take the drag car. He found
(10:46):
Randolph waiting in a scooter outside the precinct house. After
he'd reported his results, he climbed in woodenly, leaving his
helmet on as he saw the broken window. A good job,
the little man said, and news for the paper if
I ever publish it again. I came over because I
wasn't much use at the coop and everyone else was
(11:08):
busy doing what Gordon asked. Randolph grinned crookedly, running out
o Marsport. The mother's the only man everybody knows, I guess,
and his word has never been broken that anyone can remember.
So he's helping Shulbert make agreements with the sections the
volunteers don't handle. Place is lousy with people now heard
(11:31):
about Mayor Wayne Gordon shook his head, not caring, but
the man went on. He must have had his supply
of drugs lifted somehow. He holed up one day until
it really hit him that he couldn't get any more.
Then he went gunning for Trench with some idea. Trench
had swaped the stuff. So Trench is now running the municipals,
(11:54):
and I hear the gangs are just about in control
of both sections. Lately. The chicken coop filled as Randolph
had said, but he slipped in and up the stairs,
leaving the news to the publisher. The place had been
cleaned up more than he had expected, and there must
have been new plants installed besides the blower, since the
(12:14):
air was somewhat fresher. He found his own room and
turned in automatically Bruce. A dim light snapped on and
he stared down at Sheila. Then he blinked. His bunk
had been changed to a wider one, and she lay
under the thin covering on one side down the center
(12:38):
crude stitches of heavy cord showed where she had sewed
the blanket to the mattress to divide it into two sections,
and in one corner a couple of blanket sections formed
a rough screen. She caught his stair and reddened slowly.
I had to Bruce. The coop is full and they
needed rooms, and I couldn't tell them that that. Forget it,
(13:01):
he told her. He dropped to his own side, with
barely enough room to slide between the bed and the wall,
and began dragging off his boots in uniform. She started
up to help him, then jerked back and turned her
head away. Forget all your thinking cuddles. I'm still not
bothering unwilling women, and I'll even close my eyes when
(13:24):
you dress, she sighed and relaxed. There was a faint
touch of humor in her voice. Then they called it bundling.
Once I think, I Bruce. I know you don't like me,
so I guess it isn't too hard for you. But sometimes,
oh damn it, sometimes you're nice. Nice people don't get
(13:48):
to Mars. They stay on Earth, being careful not to
find out what it's like up here, he told her. Bitterly.
For a second he hesitated, and then the account of
the newsboy and as would be killed came rushing out.
She dropped a hand on to his, nodding, I knew
the kid. Rusty's friend wrote down what they did to him.
(14:10):
Gordon grunted, he'd almost forgot about the tongueless kid. For
a second, his thoughts churned on. Then he got up
and began putting on his uniform again. Sheila frowned, staring
at him, and began sliding from her side, reaching for
her robe. She followed him down the creaking stairs and
to the room where Schuleburg, Mother, Corey, and a few
(14:32):
others were still arguing some detail. They looked up, and
he moved forward, Dragging a badge from his pouch. He
slapped it down on the table in front of them.
I'm declaring myself in, he told them coldly. You know
enough about security badgets to know they can't be forged.
That one has my name on it and rating as
(14:54):
a prime. Do you want to shoot me or will
you follow orders? Ran Off picked it up and fumbled
in his pocket, drawing out a tiny badge and comparing them.
He nodded, I lost connection years ago, Gordon, But this
makes you my boss. Then give it all the publicity
you can and tell them Security has just declared war
(15:16):
on the whole damned dome section. Mother, I want all
the dope we found. With that about the only supply
of any size left he could command unquestioning loyalty from
every addict who hasn't already died from lack of it.
Mother Corey nodded, instant understanding. Running over his putty like face,
(15:39):
Schulberg shrugged. After your deal with Prager, we'd probably follow
you anyhow. I don't cott into security, Gordon, but those
devils and they are making our kids starve. Mother Corey
heaved his bulk up slowly, wheezing, and indicated his chair
at the head of the table, But Gordon shook his head.
(15:59):
He'd made his decision. His head was emptied for the moment,
and he wanted nothing more than a chance to hit
the bed and forget the whole business until morning. Sheila
was staring at him as he shucked off his outer
clothes mechanically and crawled under the blanket. She let the
rope fall to the floor and slid into the bed
without taking her eyes off him. Is it true about
(16:22):
security sending a ship? She asked? At last, He nodded,
and her breath caught. What happened when they arrived, Bruce,
She was shivering. He rolled over and patted her shoulder.
Who knows, who cares? I'll see that they know you
weren't guilty, though. Stop worrying about it. She threw herself sideways,
(16:44):
as far from him as she could get. Her voice
was thick, muffled in the blanket. Damn you, Bruce Gordon.
I should have killed you. End of chapter fifteen,
Chapter fifteen of Police Your Planet by Lester Dlray. This
LibriVox recording is in the public domain. Chapter fifteen, Murdoch's Mantle.
There were three men, each with a white circle painted
(00:21):
on chest in the left arm talking to Mother Corey.
When Bruce Gordon came down the rickety steps. He stopped
for a second, but there was no sign of trouble.
Then the words of the thin man below reached him.
So we figured when we found the stiffs maybe you'd
come back. Mother. Damn good thing. We were right. We
(00:42):
can sure use that ammunition you found. Now, where's this
Gordon fellow here? Gordon told the man he'd recognized him
finally as Schulberg, the little grocer from the nineteenth precinct.
The man swung suspiciously, then grinned weakly. There was hunger
and strain on his face, but an odd authority and pride.
(01:05):
Now I'll be dog gone. Why a'n't you say he
was with Murdoch. They want someone to locate ed Prager
and see about getting some food shipped in from outside Cobber.
Mother Corey told him they got some money scraped together.
But the Hicks are doing no business with Marsport. You
(01:26):
know ed, just tell em I sent you. I'd go myself,
but I'm getting too old to go chasing men out there.
What's in at? Gordon asked, reaching for his helmet. There
was a surprised exchange of glances from the others, but
mother Corey chuckled heart like a steel trap cowber, He said,
(01:46):
almost approvingly. Well, you'll be earning yer. Keep here yours,
and that granddaughter's too here. You'll need direction for finding prager.
He handed the paper with his scrawling notes on it
over to Gordon and went shuffling back. Gordon stuck it
into his pouch and followed the three outside. They had
(02:07):
a truck waiting. Rusty and Corey's two henchmen were busy
loading it with ammunition from the cellar. Schulberg motioned him
into the cab of the truck, and the other two
climbed into the closed rear section. All right, Gordon said,
what goes on? The other began explaining as he picked
away through the ruin and rubble. Murdock had done better
(02:30):
than Gordon had expected. He'd laid out a program for
a citizen's vigilante committee and had drilled enough in the
ruthless use of the club to keep the gangs down.
Once the police were all busy inside the dome with
their private war, the committee had been the only means
of keeping order in the whole territory beyond It was
(02:50):
now extended to cover about half the area as a
voluntary police organization. He pointed outside, it was changed. There
were fewer people outside. Gordon had never seen group starvation before.
They passed a crowd around a crude gallows and Shilburg stopped.
A man was already dead and dangling. Should turn him
(03:14):
over to us cops. Shilburg said, what's he hanged for? Hoarding?
A voice answered, and others supplied the few details. The
dead man had been caught with a half bag of
flour and part of a case of beans. Shilburg found
a scrap of something and penciled to crime on it
together with a circle signature, and pinned it to the body.
(03:37):
All food should be turned in, he explained to Gordon
as they climbed back into the truck. We figure community
kitchens can stretch things a bit more, and we give
a half extra ration to the guys who can find
anything useful to do. We got enough so most people
won't starve to death for another week. I guess, but
you'd better get Prager to send something. Gordon, here here's
(04:02):
the scratch we scraped up. He passed over a bag
filled with a collection of small bills and coins. We
can trust you, I guess, he said. Dully, remember you
with Murdoch anyhow, and you can tell Prager we got
plenty of men looking for work in case he can
use em. He pulled up to shout a report through
a big Mars speaker as they passed an old building
(04:24):
Murdoch had used as a precinct house. It now had
a crude sign proclaiming it Voluntary Police Headquarters and Outland
Government Center. Then he went on until they came to
a spur of the little electric mono rail system with
three abandoned service engines parked at the end, extra air inside.
(04:44):
And the best we could do for food was going
to try myself, But I don't know, Prager, Schulberg said.
He handed over a key and nodded toward the first
service engine. Good luck, Gordon, and damn it were we
gotta eat, don't we? You tell him that it ain't much,
(05:06):
but get what you can he swung the truck and
was gone. Gordon climbed into the enclosed cab and pulled
back questioningly on the only lever he could see. The
engine backed briefly, he reversed the control. Then it moved forward,
picking up speed. Apparently there was still power flowing in
(05:29):
from the automatic atomic generators. He got off to puzzle
out a switch using mother Corey's scrawled instructions. He had
vaguely expected to see more of Mars, but for eight
hours there was only the bare flatness and dunes of
unending sandy surface and scraggly useless native plants opened out
(05:51):
to the sun. Marsport had been located where the only
vein of uranium had been found on Mars, and the
growing section was closer to the equator. Then he came
to villages again. There was the sight of children running
around without helmets. He stopped once for directions, and a
man stared at him suspiciously and finally threw a switch reluctantly.
(06:16):
He was finally forced to stop again, sure that he
was near now. This time it was in what seemed
to be a major's shipping center in the heart of
the lines that ran helter skelter from village to village.
Another suspicious eyed man studied him. You won't find Prager
on his farm. Couldn't reach it in that anyhow, he said. Finally,
(06:38):
Then he turned up his mar speaker ed hey ed
down the street. The seal of a building opened and
the big bluff figure of Prager came out. His eyes
narrowed as he spotted Gordon. Then he grinned and waved
his visitor forward. Inside there was evidence of food, and
a rather pretty girl brought out another place latter and
(07:00):
set it before Gordon. He ate while they exchanged uncertain,
rambling information. Finally he got down to his errand Prager
seemed to read his mind. I can get the stuff,
sat Gordon. I'm head of the shipping committee for this squadrant.
But why in the hell should I The last time
every car was looted in Outer Marsport. If they won't
(07:23):
let us get the oil and chemicals we need, why
should we feed them ever? See starvation? Gordon asked, wishing
again some one else who'd felt it could carry the message.
He told about a man who'd committed suicide for his kids.
Not stopping is Prager's face sickened slowly. Hell, who wouldn't
loot your trains? If that's going on? All right? If
(07:45):
mother Cory'll back up this volunteer police group, I've got
kids of my own. Look, you want food, we want
to ship Get your cops to give us an escort
for every shipment through the dome, and we'll drop off
one car out of four for the Outlians. Gordon sat back,
weakly done, he said, provided the first shipment carries the
(08:07):
most we can get for the credits I brought it,
will We've got some stuff that's about to spoil, and
we can let you have a whole train of it.
He took the stack of credits and tossed it toward
a drawer. Uncounted a damned good thing. Security sending a
ship credits won't be worth much until they get this
mess straightened out. Gordon felt the hair at the base
(08:29):
of his neck tingle. What makes you think security can
do anything? They haven't shown a hand yet they will,
Prager said, You guys in Marsport feed yourself so many
lies you begin to believe them. But security took venus
and I'm not worried here in the long run, don't
ask me how. His voice was a mixture of bitterness
(08:50):
and an odd certainty. They set Security up as a
nice little debating society, Gordon to make it easy for
North America to grab the planets by doing it through
that agency. Only they got better men on it than
they wanted. So far Security has played one nation against
another enough to keep any from daring to swipe power
on the planets. And this latest trick folded up too.
(09:15):
North America figured on Marsport folding up once they got
the police war started with a bunch of chiseling profiteers
as their front. They expected the citizens to yell Uncle
all the way back to Earth. But out here nobody
thinks of Earth as a place to yell to for help.
So they missed, and now Securities got Panasia and United
(09:37):
Africa balanced against North America, so the swipe won't work.
We got the dope from our southern receiver. North America's
called it all a mistake and emergency measure and turned
it back to Security along with how many war rockets?
Gordon asked none. They never gave any real power never will.
(10:00):
Only strength Securities ever had comes from the fact that
it always wins somehow forget the crooks and crooked cops. Man.
Ask the people who've been getting kicked around about security,
and you'll find that even most Marsport doesn't hate it.
It's the only hope we've got of not having all
the plans turn into colonial empires. You staying over, or
(10:23):
want me to give you an engineer and drag car
so you can ride back in comfort. Gordon stared at
the room where almost everything was a product of the planet,
at Prager and at the Girl. Here was a real
mars the men who liked it here, who were sure
of their future. I'll take the drag car. He found
(10:46):
Randolph waiting in a scooter outside the precinct house. After
he'd reported his results, he climbed in woodenly, leaving his
helmet on as he saw the broken window. A good job,
the little man said, and news for the paper if
I ever publish it again. I came over because I
wasn't much use at the coop and everyone else was
(11:08):
busy doing what Gordon asked. Randolph grinned crookedly, running out
o Marsport. The mother's the only man everybody knows, I guess,
and his word has never been broken that anyone can remember.
So he's helping Shulbert make agreements with the sections the
volunteers don't handle. Place is lousy with people now heard
(11:31):
about Mayor Wayne Gordon shook his head, not caring, but
the man went on. He must have had his supply
of drugs lifted somehow. He holed up one day until
it really hit him that he couldn't get any more.
Then he went gunning for Trench with some idea. Trench
had swaped the stuff. So Trench is now running the municipals,
(11:54):
and I hear the gangs are just about in control
of both sections. Lately. The chicken coop filled as Randolph
had said, but he slipped in and up the stairs,
leaving the news to the publisher. The place had been
cleaned up more than he had expected, and there must
have been new plants installed besides the blower, since the
(12:14):
air was somewhat fresher. He found his own room and
turned in automatically Bruce. A dim light snapped on and
he stared down at Sheila. Then he blinked. His bunk
had been changed to a wider one, and she lay
under the thin covering on one side down the center
(12:38):
crude stitches of heavy cord showed where she had sewed
the blanket to the mattress to divide it into two sections,
and in one corner a couple of blanket sections formed
a rough screen. She caught his stair and reddened slowly.
I had to Bruce. The coop is full and they
needed rooms, and I couldn't tell them that that. Forget it,
(13:01):
he told her. He dropped to his own side, with
barely enough room to slide between the bed and the wall,
and began dragging off his boots in uniform. She started
up to help him, then jerked back and turned her
head away. Forget all your thinking cuddles. I'm still not
bothering unwilling women, and I'll even close my eyes when
(13:24):
you dress, she sighed and relaxed. There was a faint
touch of humor in her voice. Then they called it bundling.
Once I think, I Bruce. I know you don't like me,
so I guess it isn't too hard for you. But sometimes,
oh damn it, sometimes you're nice. Nice people don't get
(13:48):
to Mars. They stay on Earth, being careful not to
find out what it's like up here, he told her. Bitterly.
For a second he hesitated, and then the account of
the newsboy and as would be killed came rushing out.
She dropped a hand on to his, nodding, I knew
the kid. Rusty's friend wrote down what they did to him.
(14:10):
Gordon grunted, he'd almost forgot about the tongueless kid. For
a second, his thoughts churned on. Then he got up
and began putting on his uniform again. Sheila frowned, staring
at him, and began sliding from her side, reaching for
her robe. She followed him down the creaking stairs and
to the room where Schuleburg, Mother, Corey, and a few
(14:32):
others were still arguing some detail. They looked up, and
he moved forward, Dragging a badge from his pouch. He
slapped it down on the table in front of them.
I'm declaring myself in, he told them coldly. You know
enough about security badgets to know they can't be forged.
That one has my name on it and rating as
(14:54):
a prime. Do you want to shoot me or will
you follow orders? Ran Off picked it up and fumbled
in his pocket, drawing out a tiny badge and comparing them.
He nodded, I lost connection years ago, Gordon, But this
makes you my boss. Then give it all the publicity
you can and tell them Security has just declared war
(15:16):
on the whole damned dome section. Mother, I want all
the dope we found. With that about the only supply
of any size left he could command unquestioning loyalty from
every addict who hasn't already died from lack of it.
Mother Corey nodded, instant understanding. Running over his putty like face,
(15:39):
Schulberg shrugged. After your deal with Prager, we'd probably follow
you anyhow. I don't cott into security, Gordon, but those
devils and they are making our kids starve. Mother Corey
heaved his bulk up slowly, wheezing, and indicated his chair
at the head of the table, But Gordon shook his head.
(15:59):
He'd made his decision. His head was emptied for the moment,
and he wanted nothing more than a chance to hit
the bed and forget the whole business until morning. Sheila
was staring at him as he shucked off his outer
clothes mechanically and crawled under the blanket. She let the
rope fall to the floor and slid into the bed
without taking her eyes off him. Is it true about
(16:22):
security sending a ship? She asked? At last, He nodded,
and her breath caught. What happened when they arrived, Bruce,
She was shivering. He rolled over and patted her shoulder.
Who knows, who cares? I'll see that they know you
weren't guilty, though. Stop worrying about it. She threw herself sideways,
(16:44):
as far from him as she could get. Her voice
was thick, muffled in the blanket. Damn you, Bruce Gordon.
I should have killed you. End of chapter fifteen,
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