By Alan E. Nourse

_Tam's problem was simple. He lived in a world that belonged

to someone else._

* * * * *

They saw Tam's shabby clothing and the small, weather-beaten bag he

carried, and they ordered him aside from the flow of passengers, and

checked his packet of passports and visas with extreme care. Then they

ordered him to wait. Tam waited, a chilly apprehension rising in his

throat. For fifteen minutes he watched them, helplessly.

Finally, the Spaceport was empty, and the huge liner from the outer

Asteroid Rings was being lifted and rolled by the giant hooks and

cranes back into its berth for drydock and repair, her curved,

meteor-dented hull gleaming dully in the harsh arc lights. Tam watched

the creaking cranes, and shivered in the cold night air, feeling

hunger and dread gnawing at his stomach. There was none of the elation

left, none of the great, expansive, soothing joy at returning to Earth

after eight long years of hard work and bitterness. Only the cold,

corroding uncertainty, the growing apprehension. Times had changed

since that night back in '87--just how much he hardly dared to guess.

All he knew was the rumors he had heard, the whispered tales, the

frightened eyes and the scarred backs and faces. Tam hadn't believed

them then, so remote from Earth. He had just laughed and told himself

that the stories weren't true. And now they all welled back into his

mind, tightening his throat and making him tremble--

"Hey, Sharkie. Come here."

Tam turned and walked slowly over to the customs official who held his

papers. "Everything's in order," he said, half defiantly, looking up

at the officer's impassive face. "There isn't any mistake."

"What were you doing in the Rings, Sharkie?" The officer's voice was

sharp.

"Indenture. Working off my fare back home."

The officer peered into Tam's face, incredulously. "And you come back

here?" He shook his head and turned to the other officer. "I knew

these Sharkies were dumb, but I didn't think they were that dumb." He

turned back to Tam, his eyes suspicious. "What do you think you're

going to do now?"

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