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If you are not located in the United States, you -will have to check the laws of the country where you are located before -using this eBook. - -Title: The Un-Reconstructed Woman - -Author: Hayden Howard - -Release Date: January 09, 2021 [eBook #64239] - -Language: English - -Character set encoding: UTF-8 - -Produced by: Greg Weeks, Mary Meehan and the Online Distributed - Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net - -*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE UN-RECONSTRUCTED WOMAN *** - - - - - The Un-Reconstructed Woman - - By HAYDEN HOWARD - - _At first Paul wished fervently for the return of - the Doric. But now ... now that he was getting to know - and understand this strange, blue-tressed vision????_ - - [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from - Planet Stories September 1953. - Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that - the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.] - - -A few long bones in the fallen leaves with the shadows of the tree -dancing, a glint of gold where the jawbone sat beneath the nameless -tree-- - -"Look at the char marks on that rib!" the young man exclaimed. "So they -had heat guns back then." - -"That wasn't so long ago." The old man peered up at Paul's face. "They -stole 'em from a government arsenal. That's how they was able to -massacre so many colonies. That wasn't so long ago. I watched that man -drive his uniharvester out of the ship. I even remember that gold tooth -shining in his mouth." - -"But this is an Earth tree, a peach maybe; they planted it; look how -tremendous it's grown." He liked to tease the old man. "It took a long, -long time." - -It seemed to be the only Earth-life that remained. But a mouse rustled -through the leaves and confounded Paul. And he did not see the old man -staring beyond the tree, jaw open. - -And the old man was hesitant to tell Paul what he had seen. - -As they climbed the opposite hill that hid the ship Paul kicked -questioningly at the drums that had contained nitrogen-fixing bacteria. -He raised the rusty hood of the tractor. He stopped and went into the -shed again, a lot of freeze boxes in there. The way the mines on the -outer planets were booming, no fresh vegetables for them, these people -would have been rich by now. - -As he ran past the old man, his voice rang loud in that silent world: -"I could fix that generator." - -Its power pile had given his chest geiger a friendly buzz. If his -brother Harry was alive-- - -Over the hill the spaceship poised like a monument. - -To every man who ever died away from home, Paul thought as he ran over -the leaves. Harry brother, there she stands, boy. - -She was going. Already tiny figures were dismantling the well rig. -They had refilled the tanks with water, the fist for the mighty arm -that was the power pile. The heat exchanger was the wrist. The steam, -disassociated into H and O by the manmade sun, would provide the -mass to push back, pushing them forward to a rock in the sky where -there might be heavy metals and there might not. While more efficient -expansion compounds were used by the military, water was most practical -for poor men who went shares. - -"What would it take to own this land, Cap?" Paul gasped while his arm -swept in endless rolling hills and many-shadowed valleys. One sun -was nuzzling the horizon so the air was red with afternoon. The suns -arranged it so there was no night. - -"A fool," retorted the elected captain and he slammed the crowbar -against the oxidation on the fin. - -Above this continuing racket, Paul shouted: "A smart guy could get -richer here than on one of those damned rocks." - -The old man's voice came between blows. "You won't get rich anywhere." -He said something Paul couldn't hear. "--not the type." He smiled as -though it were a compliment. "But if you're thinking of watching -peaches ripen--" The hammering drowned him out. "--and the drooling lip -because that's what men get all alone on alien planets." - -"Not me. Hey Cap, lay off for a minute. My folks homesteaded Syrtis -Major. Before they shipped Harry and me off to school, I had the -proverbial green thumb," he grinned. "Sure, get rich here and spend it -for psycho treatments," the captain laughed. He was not familiar with -what is called in small children at least, the negativistic reaction. - - * * * * * - -The old man, who still felt uncomfortable from what he might have seen -on the hill, reinforced this with a mutter: "Only man in a world, with -a hole for a belly and a spook for a shoulder." - -To his own surprise almost as much as theirs, Paul set his feet firmly. -"I'm going to cash in my sixteenth of this space coffin for supplies we -got for the Mormon colony on Smith. I'll get rich here!" - -The captain grew patient, then he grew angry. The rest gathered around, -fifteen shareholders to one. But Paul would not pull in his neck. In -a brawl on Mars while they were loading for the Outer Systems, the -fifteen had seen him nearly kill a Guardsman with his feet and fists. -Since Harry's death he was a terror. Also they would have only fifteen -ways to split if he stayed here. Like all spacebums, they knew THIS -time they would hit it rich. - -Afterward, Paul stowed the seeds and hatching eggs in the dead freeze -boxes where the mice could not get at them, reclimbed the hill to -the peach tree, at least he thought it was peach, and made a little -hole for the bones. A libation to the dead colonists he poured on the -leaves, then swigged one for Harry, a third for himself, wondering what -the old man had started to tell him when he slipped him the bottle. -Probably that he would never get rich. - -Blinking, he lazed on his back. When his face nuzzled the leaves, bean -rows sprang higher than a man, leghorns were scratching everywhere -and the spacemen came with bright sheaves of credits in their fists. -The bean rows spread beyond the horizon and the dust of plowing -tractors rose like smoke against the sky, while Paul and Harry, hardly -distinguishable, for Paul was only three minutes older, proudly led a -ragged old man and a slack-jawed captain through the flowering avenue -of peach trees. - -"Now you must meet my wife," said Paul, and he squirmed uncomfortably -on the leaves. - -He awoke bolt upright with his automatic pointing. Wind? Of course. He -repeated the thought as he circled the hill on the double. A chip of -damp leaves, dark side up with alien things dragging their larvae from -the sun, down the slope another, he pursued scars in the leaves over -the hill, down, lost the trail in the dry watercourse, zig-zagging, -circling like a hound dog, found it again. Ran. His leg muscles were -soft from months without gravity. Steep hills. Rollercoasters. Winded. - -Resting, listening to his heart, listening, smiling: the mouse was -not the largest fauna in his private world. Doubtless the thing that -ran like a man was hills and valleys ahead, a world to hide in. As he -trudged back to the shed he was not afraid, his heart was thumping, -a-hunting we will go. - -He was listening and watching the hills while he strung the electric -fence to keep out the mice. He was listening while he cleaned out a -room in the old supply shed. He listened in his sleep, even after he -had stretched alarm trip wires criss cross beneath the leaves and -planted nooses with the sliding catch deer poachers use. Although he -did not expect to hold the thing, since it surely would have more -intelligence than a deer, he might get a look at it, a flick of time in -which he could decide whether to shoot. - -The snares worked as he was sometimes to think afterward too well. -The afternoon he charged into a world of shrieks and crashing leaves -and saw a bronzed, hair-whirling fury, her leaf-clotted mane glinted -blue in the sunlight, straining from the humming wire with the -self-destroying terror of a filly trapped in a cattle guard, he stared, -then ran for the wire snips. When he cautiously approached he saw the -wire had bitten deep into her ankle. As she squawled, she was beating -the leaves with blood. It would be many afternoons before she would run -again, if ever. If he loosed this lone thing now, she would die. - -Once, on Mars, he shot a sand lizard that wriggled into a crevasse and -would take a long time to die. To him, although it must be waiting in -the darkness with yawning jaws, there was nothing for him to do but -inch down and finish the mess he had begun. - -So he went back to his room for a blanket. Holding it open before him, -he edged toward the snarling, drooling animal that backed away along -the circle of its tether, leaving blood and liquid on the leaves. It -stunk, it made him gag from excitement and the rank odor of its sweat -and hate. He wanted to run and never come back, for he could not finish -it like a sand lizard, it was going to be snarling and watching until -the _Doric_ rescued him, took it away, and that would be six months! - - * * * * * - -Its hard bones thrashing beneath the blanket frightened him. He yelled -as its teeth found his knee. He swung his fist to dislodge it, for -it was no more female to him than is a bitch fox in a trap. It was a -fearful thing, outside his experience, and he moaned as he lay across -it, plucking at the snare, staring at the blue, dirt-grained foot with -broad yellow nails, until the noose widened and it tried to crawl -beneath him like a tortoise. Then he bundled it up, it was no heavier -than a whining bundle of sticks, and ran into his room, where, after -carefully wrapping the snapping head, he bound the hands and feet and -tied it by a sheet about its middle to the bed. After opening the -window to clear the stench, he sat on its legs and, wincing each time -it squawled, washed and disinfected its ankle. - -Whipping off the head rag so it could breathe more softly, he fled -outside and watched it through the window. It was a bird cage and knife -blades tightly wrapped in brown, scroflous skin, with little pools of -sweat in the hollows and sticks for legs and arms. There was a purple, -imperfectly healed tear above its navel. It was past puberty. Its -present condition might be excused by fright, but he had a sickening -suspicion it was not housebroken. - -Its huge deep eyes seemed to swallow him. When it shrieked, he jumped -and retreated into the sunlight where he nursed his flask, muttering, -"Six months, six months. Harry, what did I ever do to deserve this? -Six months, just me and it." - -After he had pulled himself together, he marched inside, blanketed the -head so it couldn't watch him, took a detergent, a rag and a bucket of -water and began to scrub away layers of grease and filth. "Shut up," -he yelled, "I don't like this either. One job I never asked for was -attendant in a lunatic asylum." But he was wise enough to consider that -until he trapped her from her own environment she was probably no more -insane than a fox is insane. How she would adjust herself to her new -life he did not know. Was it possible that with certain skills, if you -didn't learn them young, you could never learn them? - -He welded a cage from pipe the Ventura settlers left and carried her -out to it. Trying to ignore her screams, he bundled her in and welded -the last two bars in place. After he dexterously freed her hands -without being bitten, he was disappointed, for she seemed too stupid -to untie her feet. The first time he tried to help her, he leaped away -with blood streaming down his cheek; she had come within a half inch of -taking his eye. - -When the breeze came up, he saw she bristled with cold. She shrank from -the blanket he proffered. What did she do, burrow in the leaves? After -pacing up and down and swearing to himself, he got a hammer and crowbar -and pried a wall off his room. He dragged her cage inside and nailed -the wall up again, while she shrieked and shook the bars so the little -cage thumped on the floor. - -When he set a cup of water inside the bars, she shrank into the far -corner of the cage. When he drank from it himself and smacked his lips, -she squawled and turned her face away. He replaced the cup and waited -outside. He heard her knock it over. With raised eyebrows, he fitted a -frying pan through the bars and poured water into that, but all day she -did not drink. - -When he went out to the land he was spading, he heard her strike the -pan as she had the cup, then scream with pain. Then he heard the pan -clanging against the bars. Apparently she was not so weak as she -looked. He was searching for excuses to put off what he would have to -do if she would not eat. - -The next day his attempts at forcefeeding netted him a finger bitten -to the bone and numerous scratches even though he had drawn her tightly -against the bars with a coiled sheet. Whether she had taken anything -he could not tell. What had gone down when he held her nostrils seemed -about equal to what leaped out against his shirt front. - -The third day she was weaker, more a huge-eyed, painful -what-ever-it-was than the fierce, stinking animal he found in the -snare. She would not eat. He considered loosing her, but he knew under -best conditions her margin of survival must be slight. She would crawl -away and die. She was his fault. - -With considerable imagination, he rummaged in his kit until he found -some rubber gloves. After tying her against the bars, he forced a -sleeping pill between her jaws and held them shut between his knee and -arm while he dammed her mouth with his hand. When she began to relax, -he pried loose three of the bars, quickly poured a solution of nutrient -tablets into the rubber glove, pricked a hole in the thumb and wriggled -into the cage, almost filling it. While he held her head so she would -not see him if she opened her eyes, very gently he began her training. - -Sometimes he would sing to her, and she would smile. Gradually he saw -himself transformed in her eyes from the horrible thing that gives fear -and pain to something that gives food. - -By the time her limp was gone, he could take her into the garden -without a leash. Smiling, for she rarely made a sound unless hungry or -angry, she would stand where he wanted to spade and watch his eyes. So -the garden did not go so well as he had planned, although he reassured -himself that when the _Doric_ had taken her to Earth where she could be -properly trained there would be plenty of time to fill the freezers and -grow rich; he was young yet. - - * * * * * - -While she watched everything he did with intense interest, she seemed -discouragingly stupid. She learned to speak only a few words, although -she understood a good many of the simple commands he gave her and went -through a stage when she was quick to obey them. Her own chirps, he -discovered had a certain internal logic. And before he realized it she -had imposed her language system on him. They got along quite well this -way, since they did not bother to hold symposiums on art or science, -but he began to worry about what she would do when she came into the -uncompromising atmosphere of an institution. - -Probably throw a tantrum the way she did when I slapped her for eating -baby chicks, he thought. He could understand her feeling, for to her -they must have seemed as intended for eating as the mice she sometimes -caught and crunched with delight. - -As the months crept by she seemed to lose her awe of him. She would not -sweep or hoe without whining. His imperative voice had to be reinforced -with a slap to make her obey. - -He was worrying about this on a walk one day, far down the valley where -the peach tree grew, when she ran to him waving a human pelvis and -smiling and chirping. - -"Don't smile," he said, talking now as he would talk to a dog. -"That was probably your mother. What I think is that a woman, your -grandmother, escaped with several children, one of them your mother. -But your grandmother died very soon and the children were afraid of -the shack for some reason, for I have found no signs of them there, -and they hunted through the woods like wild things and forgot what -they knew. They bred you at least. Then they died while you were quite -small, perhaps five or six years old, and you forgot whatever was left -to forget of man's five hundred thousand years of cumulative learning. -It isn't like instinct; it can all be lost like that!" He snapped his -fingers in her face. - -He made her throw the bone away before they reached home. He suspected -that some things like language, if not learned when the organism is -young, might always prove difficult. He thought of stories of wolf -children and of how they soon died when placed in institutions. - -As she danced before him, he noticed how prettily she was filling out. -The conviction that she had better have a dress and soon, hit him like -an axe blow. He began to watch the trees, the sky, the ground. - -He made it from one of his shirts, and she squawled with fright when -he slipped it over her head. Whenever she started to take it off, he -would speak sharply to her. But she had a strong will. Soon he was -forced to chase her and slap her to make her obey. She would pretend to -pull it off just to tease him and one day when he was burning leaves -she threw it on the fire and fled. - -Although he made her another and decorated it with bottle caps in the -hope that since historians claimed dress began as decoration she too -would see the light. It was too late to change her original dislike, -even though he paraded around in it and pretended to be very proud of -himself. It was war after that. She smiled knowingly when he told her -bugs would bite her if she didn't wear it or that a great ship would -come out of the sky and take her away. The dress was off as much as it -was on. - -Normally she would accept whatever he said, but not when it had to do -with the dress. She didn't like it. It made her itch and sweat. It was -her enemy. And when he allied with it he was too. - -She was a beautiful animal when she was angry. - -Now he was in a haste for the sixth month to come. For as he often told -her: "I've loused you up and you've loused me up enough as it is." - -At sleeping time, his dreams of beautifully gowned women leaning over -the piano and beckoning, bending in velvet curves to refill his glass, -dancing up to him with their arms outstretched, standard spacemen's -dreams, no longer gave him pleasure because he could never be sure when -they disrobed in their softly lit apartments that they might not turn -revealed, the nameless girl. - -When the afternoon was cold, she would creep beneath his blanket and, -because he couldn't bear her shocked expression when he shoved her out, -he would turn his face to the wall and review navigation problems. It -was true, the way the farm was going, he'd probably end back with the -space bums never knowing which vector series was correct. - - * * * * * - -When the seventh month passed, he began to worry. The _Doric_ couldn't -go much longer without supplies. If they'd hit it rich, they'd still -have to send the ship back, they would have to add water on his -planet; then they would take the girl to Earth and he could breathe -again. - -Now when she ran suddenly and threw her arms about him, it was quite -plain she was not motivated by childish affection. He began to take -long walks, to try hiding from her, for she pestered him continually. -He would run away until his lungs were bursting and hear a little chirp -and she would be peering around a tree, without her dress of course. - -"You're like a deer through the woods," he'd laugh, for she would smile -so prettily that all the anger drained out of him. Then she would crawl -forward pretending she was stalking a mouse and he would jump up and -start walking again. - -She learned nothing these days, in fact he thought she was less capable -than a month ago. She helped him gather seeds as usual and then, when -he sent her to feed the chickens, he discovered she was chewing the -seeds herself, although he fed her whenever she patted her stomach. One -morning his favorite young rooster was gone, but he found its feet on -top of the empty freezers and the woods were adrift with feathers. - -He asked her and she nodded and covered her face with her skirt. "Why?" -he asked, "Hungry?" She shrugged; all of her gestures were his. He saw -himself in them. Suddenly he realized he had not thought of his brother -Harry and the flaming heat exchanger room for months. I've traded one -pain for another, he mused, and did not have the heart to slap her for -killing the rooster. - -Another thing that amazed him: he had never given her a name. - -"Harriet," he said, pointing at her, but she shook her hair in a swirl -about her head; she was nameless as the tree was nameless; it had cling -peach characteristics but there were non-Earthly shapes to its leaves -and the ripening fruits were blue. He didn't press the matter; with the -two of them, names were unnecessary. When one called it was for the -other. - -He learned she behaved in cycles. For several weeks she would be -attentive, watching closely while he pushed seeds into the earth, -helping when he directed her, although she rarely volunteered. Then -she would begin to stand with her bare foot on his, to put her hand -in his pocket, to chatter and push him to attract his attention, to -sneak her arms about him and chew gently on his shoulder. Sometimes -when he would push her away she would snarl and squawl at him, other -times, she would stand with her lip pushed out and her eyes blinking so -that he was near tears himself. He listened for the rocket with eager -unhappiness. - -In the ninth month, without warning, she bit the tip off his ear. The -impetus of the pain swung his fist against her mouth. When she stumbled -to her feet, she tore off her dress, spitting blood and hatred, and -fled into the woods. He watched her go with mixed feelings. - -In the afternoon, when he began to gather the peaches, he could feel -her burning gaze, but he gave no sign. When mealtime came, he did not -call her and she did not come, although he glimpsed her once through -the alien trees. - -Silently he mashed the peaches in five gallon cans, then welded the -tops on. He found useful copper tubes in the junk of the _Ventura_ -venture. But the world was for waiting. Perhaps the spaceship would -come first. It was strange, he reflected, that no other ships had -paused. The Sirius System was supposed to be a sure thing. - -The girl took her meals with him again, but there was a razor edge -between them. She watched silently when he cut open the swollen cans -and poured off the top liquid. Idly she rubbed dirt in her hair while -he set the distiller perking. She whined when he wouldn't give her any. - -Soon the freeze box room shimmered with colored lights, New Chicago, -with copters honking and girls hurrying along the mobo-walk in striped -woolen slacks, very tight, and high plastic hats, the latest style. -They were smiling and the world was flowing by, but the nameless girl -sat quietly, blocking out the Radfriend Building and three bars, much -too large, right smack in the middle of it. - -"Get out of the panorama," he yelled, and she stared at him, large-eyed. - -"No, come sit with daddy," he smirked, but she made no move. - -When he lunged at her, she fled silently, and he bumped his head on the -wall; the blow did not sober him but turned his thoughts so that he -concentrated very hard on being steady as he swung the axe against the -still and the unopened cans until the room flowed like a dipsomaniac's -dream. Then he tramped solidly into the afternoon, with difficulty -found the nameless tree and swung the axe with a great shout and echoed -with a surprised laugh as the axe deflected with a solid "chunk" -against his shin bone. - -She shook him and squawled at him, while he reflected it was -unfortunate he had never taught her to make a tourniquet. It was really -quite amusing. - - * * * * * - -When the blow began to reverberate up his leg, he troubled to examine -his shin and saw the blood was not rhythmically jetting over the -leaves. It was oozing to a stop. The axe had solved nothing. So he -crawled wearily to the shack. - -A clattering woke him. She had lit the wood in the stove, which he -had warned her never to do, and was stirring whole, jaggedly peeled -potatoes in the frypan. This surprised him, for he had never tried -to teach her to cook. It seemed far too complicated for an animal -incapable of consistently picking ripe tomatoes from among the green -or of hoeing a bean row for more than a few minutes without losing -interest and running over to hug him. - -"In water," he offered, "cook them in water." - -He was awakened by a burning hot potato trying to get in his mouth. He -pulled it apart with his hands, forced himself to down it with a smile -although it was like a rock in the center and he was woozy to begin -with. Raising his head, he saw she had wrapped his foot in a sheet. - -He grinned as he felt her hand on his cheek. "Next you'll be lecturing -me on Pasteur." - -She chirped happily. - -Later when he heard her smiling, he twisted his head and realized she -was trying to thread a needle; of course she had watched him sew. He -did not offer to help since his hands were trembling like an old man's, -and finally she gave it up and began boiling peas without shelling them. - -"And I always suspected you were an idiot," he laughed. He suspected, -no, he had to admit to himself, that he was nearer the idiot. -Apparently you do not train a girl the same way you train an animal; -that should be obvious, yet he had given her no more responsibility and -less incentive than he would have given a dog. "From now on, strategy -will be my middle name." - -He stretched and grinned as though something wonderful had been -accomplished. - -But with morning, rocket deceleration thundered overhead. - -He sent her running into the hills until he could see who the rocket -contained. It was not the _Doric_, and he was relieved, for suddenly -they seemed a villainous, lecherous bunch. He could never have sent her -to Earth with them. - -Slipping his automatic into his waistband, he hobbled, with his double -shadows lurching before him, toward the lowering cloud of dust that -obscured the rocket at the watering place. - -When the people flowed out, he saw it was the Mormons and was not -pleased, although it would be safe enough to turn the girl over to -their women, he supposed. If they intended to stay, they could try the -other side of the planet, he'd tell them that. This land was staked. - -When they reached him, the one who was a doctor pounced on his ankle -the way the nameless girl would pounce on a mouse. - -When he enquired for the _Doric_, they shook their heads. Their farming -supplies had never arrived, but it made no difference now. They were -being forced out of the system, which was not the first time they had -been pushed around, their bearded leader said. - -"You are lucky we paused here to fill the water tanks for the long -trip in. We are the last ship. Unless they have been lying to us about -the New System, I doubt if ships will bother with these planets for -generations. You see, they found heavy metals there and the Government -has decreed all colonization must be in that system to support -development of mining colonies. They would not have forced us from -Smith in a military sense, but we are not yet prepared for isolation; -we must trade for many things. Six light years is a long way to be cut -off. How lucky you are. You would have been the last man in this solar -system. I shiver at the thought." - -"Oh?" said Paul calmly enough. "I have vegetables in the ground, your -people are welcome to them." - -They spread over the field, pulling carrots and potatoes and chewing -them raw, for they had been a month now on concentrates. - -"We will repay you," the leader assured. - -Paul shrugged: "Just so you leave enough for seed." - -The doctor chuckled at this. "Come on man. Put your arm about my -shoulder, we will take you home." - -Paul stood back with his thumb hooked in his belt. - -"I wonder if you could pay me for the vegetables now, in books." - -"Certainly, we have a first class library. Come aboard." - -"You misunderstand, I want to read them here. Not trash; medical books, -teachers' training, how-to-do-it manuals." - -"You have been alone too long. You need not be afraid of our ways. We -do not try to convert spacemen in any case." The doctor took a forward -step but stopped, off balance, when Paul's hand slapped the automatic. - -"My wife--," Paul had a perplexed, embarrassed look. - -The old man was right about him never getting rich. "We have decided to -stay here. This is our home." - -He saw the doctor raise an eyebrow: no doubt he had run across spacemen -who dreamed that convincingly of women many times before. It was -difficult when they awoke. Paul had seen a guy in a cage once that had -had that happen to him. Very disconcerting, unbearable in fact, when -you woke up after a year or two of love and affection and couldn't find -her again. - -The leader and the doctor made a triangle of glances between each other -and the gun, but Paul forestalled any ideas with a backward step, -coupled with a deft extraction of what men do not like to look in the -muzzle of. - -The leader opened his hands. "Get him some books." He smiled rather -gently at Paul. "Will you have children?" - -"A lot of them, I hope." He wondered if he should take the man to see -her tracks, but it was a windy day. They might not find any and the -men might take him off guard. He had no intention of calling her down; -he was afraid to, somehow. - -The doctor set down a double armload of books. On top, with a crooked -smile he laid a thick treatise: WELTY'S CARE OF THE EXPECTANT -MOTHER-AND CHILD CARE--ONE VOLUME EDITION. - -But he began telling Paul about Earth, the great railyachts and gay -cities, the chic girls and cool drinks, plumbing, radiant heat, -libraries, dancing, Feelies, Tellies, everyone lived well since the -thirty-hour work week. - -"Then what are you people pioneering around for?" retorted Paul. - -When that last manmade sun was lost in the sky and the loud sound was -the blowing of the leaves, Paul limped back up the hill, whistling. But -she did not come. And he did not find her or her tracks. - -The leaves fluttered with amazement, flew up in familiar patterns that -frightfully burst. The hill surged red as the sun found the horizon. -Down through the alien treetops, across the leaf-shrouded peaches, its -bent rays javelinned the mouse on the trunk of the tree. Chittering, it -vanished. - -Paul cried out and ran. Down the hill toward the shed, the leaves were -rattling together. - -He didn't see her till she giggled. - -For a long moment he stared, breathing, as she struggled guiltily into -her dress. She was watching him so intently she could not seem to find -her hand into the armhole. A leaf flitted between them. - -Paul smiled; her elbow was sticking out of the armhole. - -"Leave it off," he breathed. "That sack isn't necessary any more." He -held out his hand. "We'll go look at our peach tree." - -*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE UN-RECONSTRUCTED WOMAN *** - -Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions will -be renamed. - -Creating the works from print editions not protected by U.S. copyright -law means that no one owns a United States copyright in these works, -so the Foundation (and you!) can copy and distribute it in the -United States without permission and without paying copyright -royalties. 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But now ... now that he was getting to know<br /> -and understand this strange, blue-tressed vision????</i></p> - -<p>[Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from<br /> -Planet Stories September 1953.<br /> -Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that<br /> -the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]</p> - -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p>A few long bones in the fallen leaves with the shadows of the tree -dancing, a glint of gold where the jawbone sat beneath the nameless -tree—</p> - -<p>"Look at the char marks on that rib!" the young man exclaimed. "So they -had heat guns back then."</p> - -<p>"That wasn't so long ago." The old man peered up at Paul's face. "They -stole 'em from a government arsenal. That's how they was able to -massacre so many colonies. That wasn't so long ago. I watched that man -drive his uniharvester out of the ship. I even remember that gold tooth -shining in his mouth."</p> - -<p>"But this is an Earth tree, a peach maybe; they planted it; look how -tremendous it's grown." He liked to tease the old man. "It took a long, -long time."</p> - -<p>It seemed to be the only Earth-life that remained. But a mouse rustled -through the leaves and confounded Paul. And he did not see the old man -staring beyond the tree, jaw open.</p> - -<p>And the old man was hesitant to tell Paul what he had seen.</p> - -<p>As they climbed the opposite hill that hid the ship Paul kicked -questioningly at the drums that had contained nitrogen-fixing bacteria. -He raised the rusty hood of the tractor. He stopped and went into the -shed again, a lot of freeze boxes in there. The way the mines on the -outer planets were booming, no fresh vegetables for them, these people -would have been rich by now.</p> - -<p>As he ran past the old man, his voice rang loud in that silent world: -"I could fix that generator."</p> - -<p>Its power pile had given his chest geiger a friendly buzz. If his -brother Harry was alive—</p> - -<p>Over the hill the spaceship poised like a monument.</p> - -<p>To every man who ever died away from home, Paul thought as he ran over -the leaves. Harry brother, there she stands, boy.</p> - -<p>She was going. Already tiny figures were dismantling the well rig. -They had refilled the tanks with water, the fist for the mighty arm -that was the power pile. The heat exchanger was the wrist. The steam, -disassociated into H and O by the manmade sun, would provide the -mass to push back, pushing them forward to a rock in the sky where -there might be heavy metals and there might not. While more efficient -expansion compounds were used by the military, water was most practical -for poor men who went shares.</p> - -<p>"What would it take to own this land, Cap?" Paul gasped while his arm -swept in endless rolling hills and many-shadowed valleys. One sun -was nuzzling the horizon so the air was red with afternoon. The suns -arranged it so there was no night.</p> - -<p>"A fool," retorted the elected captain and he slammed the crowbar -against the oxidation on the fin.</p> - -<p>Above this continuing racket, Paul shouted: "A smart guy could get -richer here than on one of those damned rocks."</p> - -<p>The old man's voice came between blows. "You won't get rich anywhere." -He said something Paul couldn't hear. "—not the type." He smiled as -though it were a compliment. "But if you're thinking of watching -peaches ripen—" The hammering drowned him out. "—and the drooling lip -because that's what men get all alone on alien planets."</p> - -<p>"Not me. Hey Cap, lay off for a minute. My folks homesteaded Syrtis -Major. Before they shipped Harry and me off to school, I had the -proverbial green thumb," he grinned. "Sure, get rich here and spend it -for psycho treatments," the captain laughed. He was not familiar with -what is called in small children at least, the negativistic reaction.</p> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<p>The old man, who still felt uncomfortable from what he might have seen -on the hill, reinforced this with a mutter: "Only man in a world, with -a hole for a belly and a spook for a shoulder."</p> - -<p>To his own surprise almost as much as theirs, Paul set his feet firmly. -"I'm going to cash in my sixteenth of this space coffin for supplies we -got for the Mormon colony on Smith. I'll get rich here!"</p> - -<p>The captain grew patient, then he grew angry. The rest gathered around, -fifteen shareholders to one. But Paul would not pull in his neck. In -a brawl on Mars while they were loading for the Outer Systems, the -fifteen had seen him nearly kill a Guardsman with his feet and fists. -Since Harry's death he was a terror. Also they would have only fifteen -ways to split if he stayed here. Like all spacebums, they knew THIS -time they would hit it rich.</p> - -<p>Afterward, Paul stowed the seeds and hatching eggs in the dead freeze -boxes where the mice could not get at them, reclimbed the hill to -the peach tree, at least he thought it was peach, and made a little -hole for the bones. A libation to the dead colonists he poured on the -leaves, then swigged one for Harry, a third for himself, wondering what -the old man had started to tell him when he slipped him the bottle. -Probably that he would never get rich.</p> - -<p>Blinking, he lazed on his back. When his face nuzzled the leaves, bean -rows sprang higher than a man, leghorns were scratching everywhere -and the spacemen came with bright sheaves of credits in their fists. -The bean rows spread beyond the horizon and the dust of plowing -tractors rose like smoke against the sky, while Paul and Harry, hardly -distinguishable, for Paul was only three minutes older, proudly led a -ragged old man and a slack-jawed captain through the flowering avenue -of peach trees.</p> - -<p>"Now you must meet my wife," said Paul, and he squirmed uncomfortably -on the leaves.</p> - -<p>He awoke bolt upright with his automatic pointing. Wind? Of course. He -repeated the thought as he circled the hill on the double. A chip of -damp leaves, dark side up with alien things dragging their larvae from -the sun, down the slope another, he pursued scars in the leaves over -the hill, down, lost the trail in the dry watercourse, zig-zagging, -circling like a hound dog, found it again. Ran. His leg muscles were -soft from months without gravity. Steep hills. Rollercoasters. Winded.</p> - -<p>Resting, listening to his heart, listening, smiling: the mouse was -not the largest fauna in his private world. Doubtless the thing that -ran like a man was hills and valleys ahead, a world to hide in. As he -trudged back to the shed he was not afraid, his heart was thumping, -a-hunting we will go.</p> - -<p>He was listening and watching the hills while he strung the electric -fence to keep out the mice. He was listening while he cleaned out a -room in the old supply shed. He listened in his sleep, even after he -had stretched alarm trip wires criss cross beneath the leaves and -planted nooses with the sliding catch deer poachers use. Although he -did not expect to hold the thing, since it surely would have more -intelligence than a deer, he might get a look at it, a flick of time in -which he could decide whether to shoot.</p> - -<p>The snares worked as he was sometimes to think afterward too well. -The afternoon he charged into a world of shrieks and crashing leaves -and saw a bronzed, hair-whirling fury, her leaf-clotted mane glinted -blue in the sunlight, straining from the humming wire with the -self-destroying terror of a filly trapped in a cattle guard, he stared, -then ran for the wire snips. When he cautiously approached he saw the -wire had bitten deep into her ankle. As she squawled, she was beating -the leaves with blood. It would be many afternoons before she would run -again, if ever. If he loosed this lone thing now, she would die.</p> - -<p>Once, on Mars, he shot a sand lizard that wriggled into a crevasse and -would take a long time to die. To him, although it must be waiting in -the darkness with yawning jaws, there was nothing for him to do but -inch down and finish the mess he had begun.</p> - -<p>So he went back to his room for a blanket. Holding it open before him, -he edged toward the snarling, drooling animal that backed away along -the circle of its tether, leaving blood and liquid on the leaves. It -stunk, it made him gag from excitement and the rank odor of its sweat -and hate. He wanted to run and never come back, for he could not finish -it like a sand lizard, it was going to be snarling and watching until -the <i>Doric</i> rescued him, took it away, and that would be six months!</p> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<p>Its hard bones thrashing beneath the blanket frightened him. He yelled -as its teeth found his knee. He swung his fist to dislodge it, for -it was no more female to him than is a bitch fox in a trap. It was a -fearful thing, outside his experience, and he moaned as he lay across -it, plucking at the snare, staring at the blue, dirt-grained foot with -broad yellow nails, until the noose widened and it tried to crawl -beneath him like a tortoise. Then he bundled it up, it was no heavier -than a whining bundle of sticks, and ran into his room, where, after -carefully wrapping the snapping head, he bound the hands and feet and -tied it by a sheet about its middle to the bed. After opening the -window to clear the stench, he sat on its legs and, wincing each time -it squawled, washed and disinfected its ankle.</p> - -<p>Whipping off the head rag so it could breathe more softly, he fled -outside and watched it through the window. It was a bird cage and knife -blades tightly wrapped in brown, scroflous skin, with little pools of -sweat in the hollows and sticks for legs and arms. There was a purple, -imperfectly healed tear above its navel. It was past puberty. Its -present condition might be excused by fright, but he had a sickening -suspicion it was not housebroken.</p> - -<p>Its huge deep eyes seemed to swallow him. When it shrieked, he jumped -and retreated into the sunlight where he nursed his flask, muttering, -"Six months, six months. Harry, what did I ever do to deserve this? -Six months, just me and it."</p> - -<p>After he had pulled himself together, he marched inside, blanketed the -head so it couldn't watch him, took a detergent, a rag and a bucket of -water and began to scrub away layers of grease and filth. "Shut up," -he yelled, "I don't like this either. One job I never asked for was -attendant in a lunatic asylum." But he was wise enough to consider that -until he trapped her from her own environment she was probably no more -insane than a fox is insane. How she would adjust herself to her new -life he did not know. Was it possible that with certain skills, if you -didn't learn them young, you could never learn them?</p> - -<p>He welded a cage from pipe the Ventura settlers left and carried her -out to it. Trying to ignore her screams, he bundled her in and welded -the last two bars in place. After he dexterously freed her hands -without being bitten, he was disappointed, for she seemed too stupid -to untie her feet. The first time he tried to help her, he leaped away -with blood streaming down his cheek; she had come within a half inch of -taking his eye.</p> - -<p>When the breeze came up, he saw she bristled with cold. She shrank from -the blanket he proffered. What did she do, burrow in the leaves? After -pacing up and down and swearing to himself, he got a hammer and crowbar -and pried a wall off his room. He dragged her cage inside and nailed -the wall up again, while she shrieked and shook the bars so the little -cage thumped on the floor.</p> - -<p>When he set a cup of water inside the bars, she shrank into the far -corner of the cage. When he drank from it himself and smacked his lips, -she squawled and turned her face away. He replaced the cup and waited -outside. He heard her knock it over. With raised eyebrows, he fitted a -frying pan through the bars and poured water into that, but all day she -did not drink.</p> - -<p>When he went out to the land he was spading, he heard her strike the -pan as she had the cup, then scream with pain. Then he heard the pan -clanging against the bars. Apparently she was not so weak as she -looked. He was searching for excuses to put off what he would have to -do if she would not eat.</p> - -<p>The next day his attempts at forcefeeding netted him a finger bitten -to the bone and numerous scratches even though he had drawn her tightly -against the bars with a coiled sheet. Whether she had taken anything -he could not tell. What had gone down when he held her nostrils seemed -about equal to what leaped out against his shirt front.</p> - -<p>The third day she was weaker, more a huge-eyed, painful -what-ever-it-was than the fierce, stinking animal he found in the -snare. She would not eat. He considered loosing her, but he knew under -best conditions her margin of survival must be slight. She would crawl -away and die. She was his fault.</p> - -<p>With considerable imagination, he rummaged in his kit until he found -some rubber gloves. After tying her against the bars, he forced a -sleeping pill between her jaws and held them shut between his knee and -arm while he dammed her mouth with his hand. When she began to relax, -he pried loose three of the bars, quickly poured a solution of nutrient -tablets into the rubber glove, pricked a hole in the thumb and wriggled -into the cage, almost filling it. While he held her head so she would -not see him if she opened her eyes, very gently he began her training.</p> - -<p>Sometimes he would sing to her, and she would smile. Gradually he saw -himself transformed in her eyes from the horrible thing that gives fear -and pain to something that gives food.</p> - -<p>By the time her limp was gone, he could take her into the garden -without a leash. Smiling, for she rarely made a sound unless hungry or -angry, she would stand where he wanted to spade and watch his eyes. So -the garden did not go so well as he had planned, although he reassured -himself that when the <i>Doric</i> had taken her to Earth where she could be -properly trained there would be plenty of time to fill the freezers and -grow rich; he was young yet.</p> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<p>While she watched everything he did with intense interest, she seemed -discouragingly stupid. She learned to speak only a few words, although -she understood a good many of the simple commands he gave her and went -through a stage when she was quick to obey them. Her own chirps, he -discovered had a certain internal logic. And before he realized it she -had imposed her language system on him. They got along quite well this -way, since they did not bother to hold symposiums on art or science, -but he began to worry about what she would do when she came into the -uncompromising atmosphere of an institution.</p> - -<p>Probably throw a tantrum the way she did when I slapped her for eating -baby chicks, he thought. He could understand her feeling, for to her -they must have seemed as intended for eating as the mice she sometimes -caught and crunched with delight.</p> - -<p>As the months crept by she seemed to lose her awe of him. She would not -sweep or hoe without whining. His imperative voice had to be reinforced -with a slap to make her obey.</p> - -<p>He was worrying about this on a walk one day, far down the valley where -the peach tree grew, when she ran to him waving a human pelvis and -smiling and chirping.</p> - -<p>"Don't smile," he said, talking now as he would talk to a dog. -"That was probably your mother. What I think is that a woman, your -grandmother, escaped with several children, one of them your mother. -But your grandmother died very soon and the children were afraid of -the shack for some reason, for I have found no signs of them there, -and they hunted through the woods like wild things and forgot what -they knew. They bred you at least. Then they died while you were quite -small, perhaps five or six years old, and you forgot whatever was left -to forget of man's five hundred thousand years of cumulative learning. -It isn't like instinct; it can all be lost like that!" He snapped his -fingers in her face.</p> - -<p>He made her throw the bone away before they reached home. He suspected -that some things like language, if not learned when the organism is -young, might always prove difficult. He thought of stories of wolf -children and of how they soon died when placed in institutions.</p> - -<p>As she danced before him, he noticed how prettily she was filling out. -The conviction that she had better have a dress and soon, hit him like -an axe blow. He began to watch the trees, the sky, the ground.</p> - -<p>He made it from one of his shirts, and she squawled with fright when -he slipped it over her head. Whenever she started to take it off, he -would speak sharply to her. But she had a strong will. Soon he was -forced to chase her and slap her to make her obey. She would pretend to -pull it off just to tease him and one day when he was burning leaves -she threw it on the fire and fled.</p> - -<p>Although he made her another and decorated it with bottle caps in the -hope that since historians claimed dress began as decoration she too -would see the light. It was too late to change her original dislike, -even though he paraded around in it and pretended to be very proud of -himself. It was war after that. She smiled knowingly when he told her -bugs would bite her if she didn't wear it or that a great ship would -come out of the sky and take her away. The dress was off as much as it -was on.</p> - -<p>Normally she would accept whatever he said, but not when it had to do -with the dress. She didn't like it. It made her itch and sweat. It was -her enemy. And when he allied with it he was too.</p> - -<p>She was a beautiful animal when she was angry.</p> - -<p>Now he was in a haste for the sixth month to come. For as he often told -her: "I've loused you up and you've loused me up enough as it is."</p> - -<p>At sleeping time, his dreams of beautifully gowned women leaning over -the piano and beckoning, bending in velvet curves to refill his glass, -dancing up to him with their arms outstretched, standard spacemen's -dreams, no longer gave him pleasure because he could never be sure when -they disrobed in their softly lit apartments that they might not turn -revealed, the nameless girl.</p> - -<p>When the afternoon was cold, she would creep beneath his blanket and, -because he couldn't bear her shocked expression when he shoved her out, -he would turn his face to the wall and review navigation problems. It -was true, the way the farm was going, he'd probably end back with the -space bums never knowing which vector series was correct.</p> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<p>When the seventh month passed, he began to worry. The <i>Doric</i> couldn't -go much longer without supplies. If they'd hit it rich, they'd still -have to send the ship back, they would have to add water on his -planet; then they would take the girl to Earth and he could breathe -again.</p> - -<p>Now when she ran suddenly and threw her arms about him, it was quite -plain she was not motivated by childish affection. He began to take -long walks, to try hiding from her, for she pestered him continually. -He would run away until his lungs were bursting and hear a little chirp -and she would be peering around a tree, without her dress of course.</p> - -<p>"You're like a deer through the woods," he'd laugh, for she would smile -so prettily that all the anger drained out of him. Then she would crawl -forward pretending she was stalking a mouse and he would jump up and -start walking again.</p> - -<p>She learned nothing these days, in fact he thought she was less capable -than a month ago. She helped him gather seeds as usual and then, when -he sent her to feed the chickens, he discovered she was chewing the -seeds herself, although he fed her whenever she patted her stomach. One -morning his favorite young rooster was gone, but he found its feet on -top of the empty freezers and the woods were adrift with feathers.</p> - -<p>He asked her and she nodded and covered her face with her skirt. "Why?" -he asked, "Hungry?" She shrugged; all of her gestures were his. He saw -himself in them. Suddenly he realized he had not thought of his brother -Harry and the flaming heat exchanger room for months. I've traded one -pain for another, he mused, and did not have the heart to slap her for -killing the rooster.</p> - -<p>Another thing that amazed him: he had never given her a name.</p> - -<p>"Harriet," he said, pointing at her, but she shook her hair in a swirl -about her head; she was nameless as the tree was nameless; it had cling -peach characteristics but there were non-Earthly shapes to its leaves -and the ripening fruits were blue. He didn't press the matter; with the -two of them, names were unnecessary. When one called it was for the -other.</p> - -<p>He learned she behaved in cycles. For several weeks she would be -attentive, watching closely while he pushed seeds into the earth, -helping when he directed her, although she rarely volunteered. Then -she would begin to stand with her bare foot on his, to put her hand -in his pocket, to chatter and push him to attract his attention, to -sneak her arms about him and chew gently on his shoulder. Sometimes -when he would push her away she would snarl and squawl at him, other -times, she would stand with her lip pushed out and her eyes blinking so -that he was near tears himself. He listened for the rocket with eager -unhappiness.</p> - -<p>In the ninth month, without warning, she bit the tip off his ear. The -impetus of the pain swung his fist against her mouth. When she stumbled -to her feet, she tore off her dress, spitting blood and hatred, and -fled into the woods. He watched her go with mixed feelings.</p> - -<p>In the afternoon, when he began to gather the peaches, he could feel -her burning gaze, but he gave no sign. When mealtime came, he did not -call her and she did not come, although he glimpsed her once through -the alien trees.</p> - -<p>Silently he mashed the peaches in five gallon cans, then welded the -tops on. He found useful copper tubes in the junk of the <i>Ventura</i> -venture. But the world was for waiting. Perhaps the spaceship would -come first. It was strange, he reflected, that no other ships had -paused. The Sirius System was supposed to be a sure thing.</p> - -<p>The girl took her meals with him again, but there was a razor edge -between them. She watched silently when he cut open the swollen cans -and poured off the top liquid. Idly she rubbed dirt in her hair while -he set the distiller perking. She whined when he wouldn't give her any.</p> - -<p>Soon the freeze box room shimmered with colored lights, New Chicago, -with copters honking and girls hurrying along the mobo-walk in striped -woolen slacks, very tight, and high plastic hats, the latest style. -They were smiling and the world was flowing by, but the nameless girl -sat quietly, blocking out the Radfriend Building and three bars, much -too large, right smack in the middle of it.</p> - -<p>"Get out of the panorama," he yelled, and she stared at him, large-eyed.</p> - -<p>"No, come sit with daddy," he smirked, but she made no move.</p> - -<p>When he lunged at her, she fled silently, and he bumped his head on the -wall; the blow did not sober him but turned his thoughts so that he -concentrated very hard on being steady as he swung the axe against the -still and the unopened cans until the room flowed like a dipsomaniac's -dream. Then he tramped solidly into the afternoon, with difficulty -found the nameless tree and swung the axe with a great shout and echoed -with a surprised laugh as the axe deflected with a solid "chunk" -against his shin bone.</p> - -<p>She shook him and squawled at him, while he reflected it was -unfortunate he had never taught her to make a tourniquet. It was really -quite amusing.</p> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<p>When the blow began to reverberate up his leg, he troubled to examine -his shin and saw the blood was not rhythmically jetting over the -leaves. It was oozing to a stop. The axe had solved nothing. So he -crawled wearily to the shack.</p> - -<p>A clattering woke him. She had lit the wood in the stove, which he -had warned her never to do, and was stirring whole, jaggedly peeled -potatoes in the frypan. This surprised him, for he had never tried -to teach her to cook. It seemed far too complicated for an animal -incapable of consistently picking ripe tomatoes from among the green -or of hoeing a bean row for more than a few minutes without losing -interest and running over to hug him.</p> - -<p>"In water," he offered, "cook them in water."</p> - -<p>He was awakened by a burning hot potato trying to get in his mouth. He -pulled it apart with his hands, forced himself to down it with a smile -although it was like a rock in the center and he was woozy to begin -with. Raising his head, he saw she had wrapped his foot in a sheet.</p> - -<p>He grinned as he felt her hand on his cheek. "Next you'll be lecturing -me on Pasteur."</p> - -<p>She chirped happily.</p> - -<p>Later when he heard her smiling, he twisted his head and realized she -was trying to thread a needle; of course she had watched him sew. He -did not offer to help since his hands were trembling like an old man's, -and finally she gave it up and began boiling peas without shelling them.</p> - -<p>"And I always suspected you were an idiot," he laughed. He suspected, -no, he had to admit to himself, that he was nearer the idiot. -Apparently you do not train a girl the same way you train an animal; -that should be obvious, yet he had given her no more responsibility and -less incentive than he would have given a dog. "From now on, strategy -will be my middle name."</p> - -<p>He stretched and grinned as though something wonderful had been -accomplished.</p> - -<p>But with morning, rocket deceleration thundered overhead.</p> - -<p>He sent her running into the hills until he could see who the rocket -contained. It was not the <i>Doric</i>, and he was relieved, for suddenly -they seemed a villainous, lecherous bunch. He could never have sent her -to Earth with them.</p> - -<p>Slipping his automatic into his waistband, he hobbled, with his double -shadows lurching before him, toward the lowering cloud of dust that -obscured the rocket at the watering place.</p> - -<p>When the people flowed out, he saw it was the Mormons and was not -pleased, although it would be safe enough to turn the girl over to -their women, he supposed. If they intended to stay, they could try the -other side of the planet, he'd tell them that. This land was staked.</p> - -<p>When they reached him, the one who was a doctor pounced on his ankle -the way the nameless girl would pounce on a mouse.</p> - -<p>When he enquired for the <i>Doric</i>, they shook their heads. Their farming -supplies had never arrived, but it made no difference now. They were -being forced out of the system, which was not the first time they had -been pushed around, their bearded leader said.</p> - -<p>"You are lucky we paused here to fill the water tanks for the long -trip in. We are the last ship. Unless they have been lying to us about -the New System, I doubt if ships will bother with these planets for -generations. You see, they found heavy metals there and the Government -has decreed all colonization must be in that system to support -development of mining colonies. They would not have forced us from -Smith in a military sense, but we are not yet prepared for isolation; -we must trade for many things. Six light years is a long way to be cut -off. How lucky you are. You would have been the last man in this solar -system. I shiver at the thought."</p> - -<p>"Oh?" said Paul calmly enough. "I have vegetables in the ground, your -people are welcome to them."</p> - -<p>They spread over the field, pulling carrots and potatoes and chewing -them raw, for they had been a month now on concentrates.</p> - -<p>"We will repay you," the leader assured.</p> - -<p>Paul shrugged: "Just so you leave enough for seed."</p> - -<p>The doctor chuckled at this. "Come on man. Put your arm about my -shoulder, we will take you home."</p> - -<p>Paul stood back with his thumb hooked in his belt.</p> - -<p>"I wonder if you could pay me for the vegetables now, in books."</p> - -<p>"Certainly, we have a first class library. Come aboard."</p> - -<p>"You misunderstand, I want to read them here. Not trash; medical books, -teachers' training, how-to-do-it manuals."</p> - -<p>"You have been alone too long. You need not be afraid of our ways. We -do not try to convert spacemen in any case." The doctor took a forward -step but stopped, off balance, when Paul's hand slapped the automatic.</p> - -<p>"My wife—," Paul had a perplexed, embarrassed look.</p> - -<p>The old man was right about him never getting rich. "We have decided to -stay here. This is our home."</p> - -<p>He saw the doctor raise an eyebrow: no doubt he had run across spacemen -who dreamed that convincingly of women many times before. It was -difficult when they awoke. Paul had seen a guy in a cage once that had -had that happen to him. Very disconcerting, unbearable in fact, when -you woke up after a year or two of love and affection and couldn't find -her again.</p> - -<p>The leader and the doctor made a triangle of glances between each other -and the gun, but Paul forestalled any ideas with a backward step, -coupled with a deft extraction of what men do not like to look in the -muzzle of.</p> - -<p>The leader opened his hands. "Get him some books." He smiled rather -gently at Paul. "Will you have children?"</p> - -<p>"A lot of them, I hope." He wondered if he should take the man to see -her tracks, but it was a windy day. They might not find any and the -men might take him off guard. He had no intention of calling her down; -he was afraid to, somehow.</p> - -<p>The doctor set down a double armload of books. On top, with a crooked -smile he laid a thick treatise: WELTY'S CARE OF THE EXPECTANT -MOTHER-AND CHILD CARE—ONE VOLUME EDITION.</p> - -<p>But he began telling Paul about Earth, the great railyachts and gay -cities, the chic girls and cool drinks, plumbing, radiant heat, -libraries, dancing, Feelies, Tellies, everyone lived well since the -thirty-hour work week.</p> - -<p>"Then what are you people pioneering around for?" retorted Paul.</p> - -<p>When that last manmade sun was lost in the sky and the loud sound was -the blowing of the leaves, Paul limped back up the hill, whistling. But -she did not come. And he did not find her or her tracks.</p> - -<p>The leaves fluttered with amazement, flew up in familiar patterns that -frightfully burst. The hill surged red as the sun found the horizon. -Down through the alien treetops, across the leaf-shrouded peaches, its -bent rays javelinned the mouse on the trunk of the tree. Chittering, it -vanished.</p> - -<p>Paul cried out and ran. Down the hill toward the shed, the leaves were -rattling together.</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<div class="figcenter"> - <img src="images/illus.jpg" alt=""/> -</div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p>He didn't see her till she giggled.</p> - -<p>For a long moment he stared, breathing, as she struggled guiltily into -her dress. She was watching him so intently she could not seem to find -her hand into the armhole. A leaf flitted between them.</p> - -<p>Paul smiled; her elbow was sticking out of the armhole.</p> - -<p>"Leave it off," he breathed. "That sack isn't necessary any more." He -held out his hand. 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