Authentic Science Fiction Monthly, No. 67 — page 27: what you’re looking at

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AUTHENTIC SCIENCE FICTION me to straighten things out?” *“Because you’re part of the Belt, Jim, and it’s your future. Because you’re a little man,. and everyone loves a little man who stands up for his rights. You could commit murder and they'll call you a hero.” “Sweet talk,” I said. “But I’m no hero.” *You’re not rich, either,” he pointed out. “If you don’t want to do it for liberty and justice, decency and a safe _ future, then do it for the money. A hundred thousand credits, Jim. Think of it!’ I did. Alone on the asteroid I had a lot of time for thinking. We'd swung back towards Central and, with a powered flight, Harry would make it there in three days. Add a day for landing and formalities. Add three more for the goons to come out on their claim- jumping errand. I had a week to look at the stars and sort myself out. I had supplies and an igloo. 26 I could inflate it and get out of my suit while I ate and rested, and recharged the air tanks. I had plenty of the laced coffee, plenty of cigarettes, plenty of food and water. I also had a gun. It was a Weimar rifle, low-calibre high-velocity, with calibrated sights and a full - clip of fifty rounds. I’d heard of them, but had never seen one before. You don’t see many guns in the Belt. They cost a lot of money, and are about as useful as a pair of snowshoes on the sun-side of Mercury. The only thing you can do with them is to kill your fellow man, and murder, as a pastime, isn’t popular. The mere fact that Harry had brought it along showed me how serious he had been when he told me I could get away with murder. He meant it literally and, as I’d a lot of time to get through, I spent some of it in target practice. After twenty shots I knew that I could hit anything I aimed at. With no gravity to speak comicloooks.com