H. B. Fyfe

Summary

H. B. Fyfe,  The Wedge

“ He continued, however, to slump loosely against the curving, pearly plastic of the wall, and took care not to glance toward the translucent ovals he knew to be observation panels.
He was a large man, but thin and bony-faced. His dirty gray coverall bore the name “Barnsley” upon grimy white tape over the heart. Except at the shoulders, it looked too big for him. His hair was dark brown, but the sandy ginger of his two-week beard seemed a better match for his blue eyes.
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Source: Gutenberg

H. B. Fyfe,  The Wedge

“ Well, it seemed only his due for the risks he had taken.
“Omigosh!” he grunted, sitting up as he pictured the horde of Terran Colonial experts descending upon the planet. “I'll be the only one here that hasn't learned to speak the language!”
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Source: Gutenberg

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