Basil Wells

Summary

Basil Wells,  Pioneers

“ He found his rifle, stepped through the rim of bushes beside the ancient highway and waited in their shadow. The indistinct bulk of a ystan grew larger in the pale light of Sulle II's lone satellite. At first Brink could see no rider; then he saw the huddled lump of darkness above the saddle. He stepped out into the road.
"Rea?" he said. His rifle lifted above the horizontal, its butt at his hip.
"Woa," the rider moaned faintly, and the trembling ystan came to a drooping stand.
Brink reached up to the rider to help her down.
"No," Rea whispered. "Hide me—hide—horse. Savages...."
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Source: Gutenberg

Basil Wells,  Pioneers

“ For the first time in centuries men were living an active, brain-stimulating life.
Let the great hothouse domes with their dwarfish inbred animals in their parks, and their controlled atmosphere, and odor content index, and mass-produced pleasure booths go their way. Let the pale, thready-muscled humans nibble their synthetic promines and yea-steaks—the pioneers had no need for substitutes....
Brink's arm went around Tzal's shoulders and he was looking into her shaken, tear-stained eyes. He smiled. It was the first time he had ever seen his placid partner so moved.
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Source: Gutenberg

Basil Wells,  Pioneers

“ Brink's work-roughened fingers spun her about facing toward Carby's cabin and the round gray tent beside it at the opposite end of the knoll.
Rea was sobbing angrily.
"I'll go by myself," she cried. "You fools can stay here and live like beasts—it's so simple if you only...."
Brink gave her a shove.
"If you worked as you should, you wouldn't find time to be discontented. And next year you can draw a new partner from the unattached pool."
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Source: Gutenberg

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