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"Sounds good to me," Jensen said, clearly working hard to filter the pain out of his voice. "Assuming your arms can hold out that long."
"Our arms are fine," Fly
Even by Plinry standards the twenty or so haphazardly scattered houses that made up Shelter Valley hardly qualified as a town. Fortunately, as Adamson had predicted, everyone was already indoors. They passed between the houses like shadows, and twenty meters past the last house they reached another path. There Adamson doubled back, and Trapper and Fly
It was the steepest patch of ground they'd hit yet, and by the time the slope began to level out Fly
The occupant must have been watching for them, because they were still a few steps from the cabin when the door swung open. A short, slender man stood there, framed against the glow of a wood stove behind him. "So I was right," he muttered, stepping back out of their way. "Or maybe not," he corrected himself, turning his head around to peer down at Jensen. "What happened, Trapper? You shoot him?"
"They ran into Bessie," Trapper said, glancing around the cabin and turning toward a section of open floor near the stove.
"No, no—on the bed," the other man said, pointing toward the narrow cot pushed against the rear wall.
In contrast to the ramshackle appearance of the rest of the cabin, the bed was neatly made. "Bessie, huh?
You have to kill her?"
"Never even saw her," Trapper told him as he and Fly
Gentlemen, meet Toby, Shelter Valley's very own professional hermit."
"So I was right," Toby murmured, a strange expression on his face. "Blackcollars."
"Just the one," Fly
"You dress like one, though," Toby said. "So what'd Bessie do to you?"
"Little love tap on the ribs," Jensen told him.
"Lucky you didn't really rile her," Toby said grimly. "You want something to eat or drink?"
"Some water would be nice," Jensen said. "Fly
"No need," Toby said. Picking up a glass from a small table set by the window, he crossed to the opposite corner and a hand-carved wooden sink set into the wall with a faucet above it. He turned the spigot; and to Fly
"Just a little one," Toby said, shutting off the flow and taking the glass to Jensen. "Actually, the water's piped in from a stream that runs down the side of the hill back there. A man can live without a lot of things, but ru
"Especially when you've got a bad leg?" Jensen said as he eased himself up on one elbow and accepted the glass.
"You got sharp eyes," Toby commented. "I'm not even limping that much today."
"The benefits of training," Jensen said. "Speaking of sharp eyes, I understand you're the one who sent Adamson and Trapper out looking for us."
Toby shrugged. "Saw all the Security spotters buzzing around. Figured there was some trouble that oughta be looked into."
"Trouble like this happen very often?" Jensen asked.
"Happened last year," Toby said significantly. "About the same time Athena Security went a little berserk, in fact."
"You heard about that?" Fly
"We're not that close to the edge of the universe," Trapper said. "We get a couple of the local radio news stations just fine. We've also got two cars and some old logging roads that'll get us to one-nineteen and from there into Denver."
Fly
"Mostly, we live off the land," Trapper said. "We hunt and fish and trap, and there's a couple of decentsized crop areas over the ridge behind town where we grow wheat and vegetables. But there's also a market for our furs in Denver, and some of us also do carvings and pottery that seems to appeal to bigcity people. We get by."
"They probably think of you as adorably quaint," Jensen said dryly.
"Let them," Trapper said, a hint of contempt in his voice. "We prefer to think of ourselves as having given up a little civilization for a hell of a lot more freedom."
"As much as you can get on a Ryqril-run world, anyway," Toby growled as he took Jensen's empty glass from his hand. "More?"
"Not right now, thanks," Jensen said, easing himself back flat again.
"Well, there's plenty when you want it," Toby said. He stood gazing down at Jensen for a moment, then turned away and took the glass back to the table. "The other plumbing's even simpler," he said, pointing to a toilet seat fastened to the top of a meter-cube box in the corner by the sink. "That commode over there just opens up over a ravine. Sort of a natural latrine."
Fly
"Sure does," Toby agreed. "Smells a lot better, too."
Behind Fly
But it was only Adamson. "Friend," he said hastily, lifting his free hand palm outward as he swung a large case in through the door with the other.
"You didn't bring enough stuff, did you?" Toby asked, eyeing the case as Adamson closed the door behind him.
"Cracked ribs require a little more than just seal-strips and painkillers," Adamson told him. "Okay, Jensen, let's get that flexarmor off and see what we're dealing with."
Properly fitted flexarmor never came off easily even at the best of times, but with persistence and a fair amount of wincing on Jensen's part they were able to remove his shirt. Adamson's equipment was hardly top-line, Fly
"We've got the traditional good news and bad news," Adamson said when he'd finished. "Good news is that you have two cracked ribs, but they're only slightly cracked. Even better news is that I still have some Calcron that will help stimulate the healing process. A thincast, a few days of complete rest plus a few more of limited activity, and you should heal just fine."
"Sounds great," Jensen said. "What's the bad news?"
Adamson sighed. "That I doubt you're going to follow a single instruction I give you," he said soberly.
"Whatever you came to Denver for, I don't think it was to take time off to stare at the clouds."
"Maybe we can compromise," Jensen suggested. "Trapper implied the townspeople make occasional runs to Denver. Are there any Security checkpoints along the way?"
"Not normally," Adamson said. "Though with you here, they might have set some up. You're looking for a ride to town, then?"
"Fly
"Wait a minute," Fly
"I'm fine," Jensen said, warning him with his eyes. "I need you to go contact Skyler."
"But—"
"I have a message only you can deliver," Jensen said, his tone leaving no room for argument.