Rogue Moon

“But the world’s big. Complicated. Part-answer can look like the whole answer and act like the whole answer for a long time. For instance, Hawks can think of himself as manipulating causes an’ producing effects he wants. ’N you, Barker, you can think of Hawks and you as s’perior, Overman types. Hawks can think of you as specified factor t’ be inserted in new environment, so Hawks can solve new ’vironment. You can think of yourself as indomitable figure slugging it out with th’ unknown. And so it goes, roun’ and roun’, an’ who’s right? Both of you? Maybe. Maybe. But can you stan’ to be on the same job together?”

Co

“Sometimes I save people up — save ’em for the right job to make ’em react the right way. Save ’em up for the right people.

“Barker, Hawks — you’re go

4

Hawks broke the silence. He reached out, pulled the bottle out of Co

Barker’s face was strained. He was looking at Co

Claire reached out and took hold of his hand, pulling him down beside her. She thrust herself forward to kiss the underside of Barker’s jaw. “That’s the ol’ fight, Hardrock.” She began nibbling the skin with its faint stubble of beard, gradually inching her mouth down his throat, leaving a row of regularly spaced marks: wet, round, red parentheses of her lipstick, enclosing the sharper, pinker blotches where her incisors had worried his flesh. “He’ll do it, Ed,” she murmured sidelong. “Or at least he’ll give it as much of a try as any man could.”

“Don’t the three of you care?” Co

“We heard you,” Hawks said.

“Well, what about it?” Co

“Tell me something, Co

“Not hoped,” Co

Hawks nodded. “All right, then,” he said in a tired voice. “I thought so. All you wanted to do was make a speech. I wish you’d chosen another time.”

Claire chuckled, a silvery ladder of sound. “Isn’t it too bad, Co

Co

He lurched around suddenly. “Go to hell, all of you!” he cried. ’G’wan!” He began to run clumsily across the grass to his car.

Hawks looked after him. “He’s not fit to drive back.”

Barker grimaced. “He won’t. He’ll cry himself to sleep in the car for a few hours. Then he’ll come in the house, looking for Claire’s comfort.” He looked down at Claire with a jerk of his head that broke the chain of nibbles. “Isn’t that right? Doesn’t he always do that?”

Claire’s lips pinched together. “I can’t help what he does.”

“No?” Barker said. “It’s me he’s after?”

In a vicious, throaty snarl, Claire said, “Maybe he’s had you. He’s never had me.”

Barker’s hand cracked over, and Claire fell back, holding her cheek. Then she gri

“Barker,” Hawks said, “I want to tell you what you’re going to have to face.”

“Tell me when I get there!” Barker snapped. “I’m not going to back out now.”

Claire said, “Maybe that’s what he wants you to say, Al. Putting it that way.” She smiled up toward Hawks. “Who says Co

“What’s the simplest way for me to get back to town?” Hawks said.

“I’ll drive you,” Barker said coldly. His eyes locked on Hawks. “If you want to try it.”

Claire murmured a chuckle and suddenly rubbed her cheek down the length of Barker’s thigh. She did this with a spasm of her entire body; an undulant motion that was completely serpentine. She stared up at Hawks through wide, pleasurably moist eyes, her upstretched arms curled around Barker’s waist. “Isn’t he grand?” she said huskily to Hawks. “Isn’t he a man?”

5

Barker trotted stiffly down to the garage apron and flung up the overhead doors with a crash, as Hawks waited at the head of the flagstone steps. Claire said murmurously behind him, “Look at him move — look at him do things. He’s like a wonderful machine made out of gut and hickory wood. There aren’t any other men like him, Ed — nobody’s as much of a man as he is!” Hawks’ nostrils widened.

An engine came to waspish life in the garage, and then a short, broad, almost square-framed sports car came out in a glower of sound. “This is my new roadster,” Barker shouted up from behind the wheel.

Hawks came around, stepped over the doorless flank of the car, and cramped himself into the passenger side. He settled his lower back into the unpadded metal seat, which was slewed around to leave more room for the driver. The entire machine stood perhaps thirty inches high at the peak of its sharply curved dash.

“Hasn’t been really wrung out, yet!” Barker shouted into Hawks’ ear. Claire stood watching, her eyes ashine. Co

“Ready?” Barker shouted, ru

Hawks reached over and pulled out the ignition key. “I see,” he said quietly.

Barker’s hand flashed out and crushed his wrist. “I’m not Co

Hawks relaxed his fingers until the keys barely kept from falling. He put out his other arm and blocked Barker’s awkward, left-handed reach for them. “Use the hand that’s holding my wrist,” he said.

Barker slowly took the keys. Hawks climbed out of the car.

“How are you going to get to the city?” Claire asked as he walked past the steps.

Hawks said, “I walked long distances when I was a boy. But not to prove my physical endurance.”