Rasmussen said, "Betty Toal, no reason to teach this alien history.
Killing the apes was necessary. A menace."
"So's the Hog," I said, "but I don't fully believe the Jury's claim
that he has no intelligence. He's been clever enough to avoid being
killed for three years."
Rasmussen braked the tractor so quickly that I fell across the front
seat. He growled, "Hogs killed my first wife and two sons. Killed
nearly all my old friends. Am the oldest man left on the planet."
Toal said, "Killed my parents. Everyone in Joetropolis lost friends or
relatives to the hogs." Tears welled from her blue eyes and slid down
her brown cheeks. "More horrible," she sniffed, "that most were eaten.
Why should you care for the Hog, Kinlock? Hunting is your business. Get
a large fee for destroying him."
"Shall return?" Rasmussen snarled.
Toal produced a square of white cloth, wiped her eyes, and then blew
her nose. "No," I sighed wearily. "Show me the Hog--any range up to two
thousand meters--and I'll kill him."