"So you have, Cargomaster."
Blair left without another word.
Ricks settled back on his bunk, arms behind his head, and smiled at
the ceiling. He'd made it again. He'd sent the hunters away, and when
the wolf had come he'd tromped it all on his own. He still hadn't run
across the wolf he couldn't handle.
But there was time. There was still plenty of time for Harvey Ricks to
have his reckoning.
Two years' worth.