in this world,â she said.
âWhy?â
âBecause thatâs how it is. My father worked hard all his life and had nothing but bad luck. This is a cold, hostile world out here.â
âIt isnât so bad.â
âNo? Just open your shield and step outside and see what happens to you.â
âThatâs silly. Itâs a dangerous world, sure. But we have safeguards.â
âThe whole Belt is built to kill you. Youâve got to be on your toes every minute.â
âI think youâre just tired. Things will look different in the morning.â
âWill they be any better for my mother? It wasnât my fatherâs fault, but what was he able to leave Mother? An old beaten-up ship, a family to raise, no moneyââ
âItâs your younger sisters youâre worried about then? And your mother?â
âWouldnât you worry? Every miner in the Brotherhood hates us.â
âThatâs not true. They just donât like the way your mother does things.â
âWell, they can go to blazes!â
âHold it. Letâs not start fighting again.â
âIâm sorry.â
Pete was amazed. Iâm sorry coming from Jane Barry was a big concession. For a moment, Pete questioned its sincerity. But it did sound genuine.
âWhat about your Uncle Homer?â
âWhat about him?â
âDoesnât he help you? Heâs part of the family.â
âIn the first place, he isnât my uncle. He was a very good friend of my fatherâs and so we call him uncle. He canât help much. He has a great deal of bad luck.â Pete was inclined to call it something else. He had a more critical term in mind but, again, he didnât want to ruffle Janeâs feathers.
âWhat were you doing out in the Belt?â
âI was prospecting.â
âThatâs no job for a girl.â
âIâve got as much right as anybody else to.â
âNo, take it easy. Of course you have. But you didnât expect to find anything in the Badlands, did you?â
âWho knows where rich ore lies in the Belt? It could be there just as easily as any place else.â
âExcept that itâs generally agreed that it isnât. All those rocks came from the same source. Itâs a smashed-up planet that drifted into the stream.â
Jane didnât choose to argue the point. She was silent for awhile. Her eyes were closed, and Pete thought she was taking a nap. Then she proved herself to be awake by saying, âIâve got to get this car fixed and then go back and find that crazy ship.â
Sheâd certainly seen something, Pete realized. But what had it really been? A ship blundering around in the Badlands would get into trouble immediately and radio for help. A call from a space liner would have brought every miner in the sector, hoping for salvage money.
Seeking to change the subject and take Janeâs mind off her near-fatal accident, Pete said, âI struck it rich today. I found an asteroid dripping with copper.â
âCongratulations. I hope my call didnât pull you away from your work.â
âI was finished when it came in. Iâd already chartered the orbit and made out the claim form. Itâs here in my pocket.â
âNow all you have to do is file.â
Pete suddenly wished he hadnât mentioned the claim. He didnât like the wistful note in Janeâs voice. But then he quickly told himself he was being unfair. Jane wasnât a thief. Neither was her mother. Then he suddenly wondered if Rachel and her brood were not unjustly suffering from Homerâs reputation.
âYou say that Uncle Homer, as you call him, was a good friend of your fatherâs.â
âYes. When Father was alive, he depended on Uncle Homer a great deal. They worked togetherâmined together.â
âI wonder if it wasnât the other way