Chapter 32

It landed in the open desert, twenty miles from Ramsey's citadel, and eighty-seven miles from the first Martian colony. But Corriston received no praise at all for his navigational skill. Five minutes after the engines ceased to throb a blow on the head felled him, a brutal blow from behind. "Tie him up," Henley said. "We're not killing him, not just yet." "But I don't see why--" a cold voice started to protest. "Damn you, Stone, I know what I'm doing. Keep your thoughts to yourself." 15 Corriston sat very straight…