When She’s Fearless by Ruby Dixon EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
- Author: Ruby Dixon
- Language: English
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CHELSEA
THERE’S A CAT-MAN IN MY STREAM.
It’s strange to see. I mean, this is an alien planet, and I should be used to
seeing things that are slightly out of the norm. The grasses here have a
different texture than the grass back on Earth. The sky is a little bluer than
back home, the vegetables a little strange to the palate, and the cattle look a
bit more sheep-like than, well, cattle-y. Those I’m all used to.
But this stream never sees anyone but me. So to find a stranger in my
stream this early in the morning is strange. The fact that it’s an alien man is a
double whammy.
Risda III is really quiet when it comes to those sorts of things. My
memories are full of unpleasant visits to crowded stations that are dirty and
smell like musty, recycled air. Of people everywhere and all of them loud and
dismissive of humans. None of those memories are good ones, except the one
where the nice pirate lady bought me and brought me here to Lord va’Rin’s
pastoral planet and set me free. That was two years ago, and I don’t think I’ve
seen a man outside of Port since then.
I certainly haven’t seen a cat-man.
I crouch in the bushes by the stream and watch him. I don’t think he’s
aware of me just yet. Risda III is, for the most part, rolling hills and sunny
plains—at least this part of the world. My farm is tucked between two
particular rolling hills, which means I get a lot of pooling water in my fields
when it rains, but I don’t mind. Having soupy fields beats being a captive on
a space station, after all. There’s not a lot of trees in our particular neck of the
woods (so to speak) but there’s deep streams that cut through the landscape
that are perfect for fishing. I’ve staked out this particular stream as my
favorite, because there’s a section in the middle that’s deeper than the rest
and that’s where the big fish hang out in the heat of the day. It’s my stream.
It’s on my property, after all.
Bushes line the banks of my stream, providing natural cover, and I
continue to crouch in them, watching as the big male stands perfectly still in
the water, staring down at the surface. He has an expression of frustration on
his face and he stands so un-moving that I wonder if there’s a purpose behind
his stillness. Isn’t there a type of fishing where you stand still and grab the
fish as they come up to you? I rack my brain, trying to remember the word
for it.
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