Authentic Science Fiction Monthly, No. 67 — page 30: what you’re looking at

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THE MAN IN BETWEEN from the ship. He carried a lot of equipment. ‘““How about you giving me a hand?” ‘*Let’s switch markers first.” The first man who had spoken reached out his hand towards my marker. I shot him through the body. “All right,’ I said. “Stay where you are. If anyone wants to try anything [’m ready.” “Fred!” Jeff moved towards the dead man then halted as I sent rock splinters flying from next to his boot. “[’m not just talking,” I snapped. “I’d as soon kill you as not. Stay away from that marker.”’ ““Now wait a minute.” Jeff turned and I could see the starlight glinting from his helmet as he tried to locate me. ““You’ve got us all wrong. We just touched down to do some repairs.” I didn’t answer. “Look,” he said. ““There’s no need for all this. Come out and we'll have a talk. Where are you?” 29 I still didn’t answer. “You've killed Fred,” he said, and his voice was ugly. ““That’s murder.” “You louse!’ I had to stop myself from killing him where he stood. “So it’s murder, is it? What do you call it when you claim-jump? This is my rock and I’m keeping it.” “Okay, okay, so who’s arguing?’ Jeff looked for me again, but I was well hidden. **So we made a mistake, that’s all. Just let me pick up Fred and we'll get moving.” *“*Stay where you are.” “Listen,” said Sam. “I don’t know who you are, or where you are, but you're asking for trouble. We just touched down for repairs. You killed one of us. You’re in a spot, mister.” “I don’t think so.” “Then think again. You’re trigger-happy. We didn’t do anything wrong, and you can’t prove we did. When we get back to Central we'll file a complaint. You can’t get away with murder, not in the Belt you can’t.” comiclooks.corn