Bart's resolve hardened. Loneliness had done odd things to him--thinking of Ringg, a Lhari, one of the freaks who had killed his father, as a friend! If they knew who he was, they would turn on him, hunt him down as they'd hunted Briscoe, as they'd hunted his father, as they'd hounded him from Earth to Procyon. He put his scruples aside. He'd made up his mind. They could all die. What did he care? He was human and he was going to be loyal to his own kind. CHAPTER ELEVEN But although he thought he had settled all th…
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