ROBERT A HEINLEIN. BETWEEN PLANETS
ROBERT A HEINLEIN. BETWEEN PLANETS
A condensed version under the title Planets in Combat appeared in three parts in
Blue Book Magazine.
CONTENTS
I – New Mexico
II – “Mene, Mene, Tekel, Upharsin”
III – Hunted
IV – The Glory Road
V – Circum Terra
VI – The Sign in the Sky
VII – Detour
VIII – “Foxes have holes and birds of the air have nests—”
IX – “Bone” Money
X – “While I Was Musing the Fire Burned”
XI – “You Could Go Back to Earth-”
XII – Wet Desert
XIII – Fog-Eaters
XIV – “Let’s Have It, Then.”
XV – “Judge Not According to the Appearance” – JOHN VII:24
XVI – Multum in Parvo
XVII – To Reset the Clock
XVIII – Little David
I – New Mexico
“EASY, boy, easy.”
Don Harvey reined in the fat little cow pony. Ordinarily Lazy lived up to his name; today he seemed to want to go places. Don hardly blamed him. It was such a day as comes only to New Mexico, with sky scrubbed clean by a passing shower, the ground already dry but with a piece of rainbow still hanging in the distance. The sky was too blue, the buttes too rosy, and the far reaches too sharp to be quite convincing. Incredible peace hung over the land and with it a breathless expectancy of something wonderful about to happen.
“We’ve got all day,” he cautioned Lazy, “so don’t get yourself in a lather. That’s a stiff climb ahead.” Don was riding alone because he had decked out Lazy in a magnificent Mexican saddle his parents had ordered sent to him for his birthday. It was a beautiful thing, as gaudy with silver as an Indian buck, but it was as out of place at the ranch school he attended as formal clothes at a branding—a point which his parents had not realized. Don was proud of it, but the other boys rode plain stock saddles; they kidded him unmercifully and had turned “Donald James Harvey” into “Don Jaime” when he first appeared with it.
Lazy suddenly shied. Don glanced around, spotted the cause, whipped out his gun, and fired. He then dismounted, throwing the reins forward so that Lazy would stand, and examined his work. In the shadow of a rock a fair-sized snake, seven rattles on its tail, was still twitching. Its head lay by it, burned off. Don decided not to save the rattles; had he pinpointed the head he would have taken it in to show his marksmanship. As it was, he had been forced, to slice sidewise with the beam before he got it. If he brought in a snake killed in such a clumsy fashion someone would be sure to ask him why he hadn’t used a garden hose.
He let it lie and remounted while talking to Lazy. “Just a no-good old sidewinder,” he said reassuringly. “More scared of you than you were of it.”
He clucked and they started off. A few hundred yards further on Lazy shied again, not from a snake this time but from an unexpected noise. Don pulled him in and spoke severely. “You bird-brained butterball! When are you going to learn not to jump when the telephone rings?”
Lazy twitched his shoulder muscles and snorted. Don reached for the pommel, removed the phone, and answered.
“Mobile 6-J-233309, Don Harvey speaking.”
“Mr. Reeves, Don,” came back the voice of the headmaster of Ranchito Alegre.
“Where are you?”
“Headed up Peddler’s Grave Mesa, sir.”
“Get home as quickly as you can.”
“Uh, what’s up, sir?”
“Radiogram from your parents. I’ll send the copter out for you if the cook is back-with someone to bring your horse in.”
Don hesitated. He didn’t want just anybody to ride Lazy, like as not getting him overheated and failing to cool him off. On the other hand a radio from his folks could not help but be important. His parents were on Mars and his mother wrote regularly, every ship—but radiograms, other than Christmas and birthday greetings, were almost unheard of.
“I’ll hurry, sir.”
“Right!” Mr. Reeves switched off. Don turned Lazy and headed back down the trail. Lazy seemed disappointed and looked back accusingly.